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melmac78 · 28 days ago

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Here’s chapter seven of the Lexington story. The picture on the left is from the main entrance, but shows a good picture of the flags discussed in this chapter. (If it looks familiar, this is the background that @lenle-g used as the backdrop for the amazing artwork based on this story, but you can get this on the flight deck too. The flag on the right is W and sourced online.)

The photos below include the bridge, which accesses the flag area, the flag bag and information about it, and a T-34C mentor which is at least painted like a Flying Tiger. This plane, however, would’ve trained pilots and not for battle. (This is a plane model I’ve flown in.)

Previous Chapter 6

••••••

About and hour and a half later, after treating patients in the wardroom and checking up on others, the Tracy brothers discussed options on what to do next.

Each brother started discussing means to contact other ships minus using Four.

This lead to a huge argument between Scott and Gordon, especially as the latter postulated he could use sonar to make his way to land.

Virgil tried to mitigate the argument via walkie-talkie.

John, who was sound asleep fighting off his illness, didn’t hear a peep.

The youngest, who was already feeling a headache and warm in his uniform, was fed up. Alan said he’d start searching the flight and bridge deck.

Miffed when neither brother was listening, he started on his course, stumbling slightly on the fairly smooth floor. Shaking his head he pinched his nose to stave off the uneasy feeling he had.

A few minutes later, the older two brothers realized he was gone.

Scott contacted the youngest, who explained what he planned to do.

The eldest confirmed the idea might work, and Scott and Gordon, along with Jacob, started working on ways to prevent more illness.

Little did they know a person had overheard as they treated a camper, and left before the duo did to keep eavesdropping on the Tracy brothers, particularly the aquanaut.

They had been told to let this run its course, and work on a way to explain any hospitalizations… or worse. After all - the product needed to be refined, and the less known how much of a disaster this test was, the better.

•••••••

Alan looked around the flight deck, and saw nothing but the blue water of the Atlantic Ocean.

"I've got to find some way to get an alert out to people we're here," he thought and looked at the one of the planes still blocked on the flight deck.

He looked at one painted like a Flying Tiger and placing a hand on it, sighed.

"I really wish we had some jet fuel - Scott could go and fly, but we don't know where…" he started then paused when his head again swum slightly, making him take a few fast breaths.

Alan didn't quite get why he felt like a fish out of water so to speak. It seemed simple climbs were a little bit more laborious, but his breathing now was clearly panic in his mind.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "OK, need to calm down… hyperventilating won't do John any good,” he said, ignoring the niggling feeling in his gut something was wrong.

The youngest then turned to go back up to the main bridge to get a better look of the area around the ship for possible means to signal help.

As he started he felt the wind blow again, making him shudder as though he had a sunburn and the air conditioning was on.

He rubbed his face tiredly and turned to his right where the T-34C was, sitting heavily on the stairs.

"I don't believe it Virgil … I'm frying in this outfit," he said to the vehicle, tapping his comm briefly. "You know, like one of those Astro Dogs at the Astros game we went to…"

The comm clicked off when he leaned toward the plane again and patted it, trying to get it to laugh.

When the plane naturally didn't say anything, he frowned at the painted on snarl. "Come on Virgil - don't snarl. That was supposed to be a joke," he said, playfully punching the plane.

He recoiled in pain from the punch, and had a moment of clarity he hit a plane.

Shaking his hand, he confirmed he hit the plane. “That isn't Virgil…I'm getting to be as bad as John did with those dummies..." he said, pausing and wincing as a wave of dizziness got him.

It was starting to make sense… and that uneasiness came at him stronger. Double with the recollection of the night before…

Alan realized to his horror he had it too. "And John also is… no, not me too. I need to get us help - and fast,” he said, shuddering in the wind. “But how..."

The astronaut braved a glance upward to the bridge, and saw the colorful flags in the air. They were doubling… or blurry… but they seemed to be important.

“The tour yesterday - Gordon said….”

His eyes widened in fevered delight as a plan formed in his head. It was risky with his health but it was a way to get help.

The youngest astronaut hit his sash. "Gordon, you're a genius," he said and started up the ladders to the bridge.

Gordon who was near the open bay near the fo’c’sle, frowned, confused at the comment.

He was thankful however there was one spot the baldric comms worked.

“How am I a genius Alan?" he said through the comm.

All he got was a cut off speaker, hit again when Alan bumped into a railing from vertigo and caught himself.

The aquanaut frowned. "Alan... you OK?" he inquired again, tapping his sash. This time he didn't hear a response.

The youngest astronaut however groaned from collision, but continued as though the others could hear.

"I'm going to set up a signal flag! There has to be a ship nearby - maybe even WASP - that could see it and get help," he said, pausing at the top of the bridge area when he felt a bit dark and unlevel.

He steadied himself. "If I can get there… take it slow Alan, don't pass out,” he said, half feeling his way to the door leading to the flag bag area.

Alan made it to the spot, a small lookout like area where the signal flags were and, tracing then rope with the flags, was able to free it from the tie-down.

He quickly lowered the flags, pausing only a moment when the world spun alarmingly. Alan rested his head against the wall, appreciating the coolness. "I could get used to this…" he started, and started to slide down a little.

A slight burst of friction heat woke him up and he straightened, tilting wildly. Fortunately the flag box was sturdy and wide enough Alan was able to catch himself and keep from flipping over the side to an unforgiving flight deck..

"Nope! I've got to stay awake - John, the others… I need help, and we can't get it … without the flag," he said as he removed the decorative flags until there was a bare rope.

The youngest Tracy then rummaged through the flags, searching for the "W" flag, and whooped faintly with joy when he found it.

Alan's hands were starting to shake as his body fought to keep him alert. He fumbled with the clips, and was thankful the design was the same no matter how he pinned it up.

He felt his vision again start to go again as he grew more ill, but he was going to raise that flag. It was their only chance.

Thanks to the growing darkness pulling at him, every hand pull felt like like he was trying to lift TB5 from underwater.

Still he was determined to get the flag raised, even if he became a human anchor again.

"A little more," he said, gritting his teeth, but finally, he felt the rope not move and secured it to the holder in a figure 8 formation.

Alan looked up and blearily saw the "W" flag waving clearly in the breeze.

"I did it," he sighed wearily, only to feel the world around him darken and waver once more.

He tried to fight it, tried to even hit his sash's comm, but his arms wouldn't comply. Alan realized this time he was going down.

So, he used those fleeting seconds of awareness to stumble toward the wall, rolling onto his back to help him through this part safely.

"I hope the guys …. can find me," he thought vaguely as he felt himself slide down, aided by the wall. He then fell sideways into the massive amounts of flags on the ground, cushioning the now oblivious teen's head.

•••••

Gordon tried his sash comm again. "Alan, will you please respond?" he said urgently.

"What's the trouble Gordon?" said Scott instead, who had arrived to where his aquanaut brother stood.

"I don't know. Alan said I was a genius, but when I asked what, he just disconnected the comm," said the aquanaut. "Seemed a bit odd for him to say that though. Kind of out there -"

"No kidding, just like that frying Astro Dog comment earli…" started Scott, who then frowned.

The younger man also frowned. "Frying?... He did sound a bit out of it," said Gordon, who then paled. "You don't suppose he's sick now?"

Virgil, who had been listening to both communications, pursed his lips. "It's possible. He's been around John the most, plus had to keep him from falling into a medical storage bay," he said.

"Starting to sound more than likely," said Gordon. "We need to find him, and fast before he tries to swan dive off into a storage bay.”

Scott immediately went into action. "Gordon, you take the captain's quarters tour,” he said. “I'll take the fo’c’sle."

Virgil heard a different squawk on the radio. “This is Virgil, go ahead Jacob,” he said.

“Virgil, do you or your brothers need my assistance?” Said the older man.

The medic looked at his other ill brother and sighed. “Can you keep an eye on John?” He queried. He knew the older man had wrenched his shoulder earlier catching a football playing college student when he collapsed, and couldn’t assist in a rescue.

“10-4 Virgil. Will be there in 5. There’s an extra radio for Scott on the front desk in the office.”

Virgil switched off the radio. “Did you get that?”

"FAB Virgil. You head to the flight deck when Jacob comes over,” said Scott as he and Gordon started their search. Each grew frustrated as their searches were not proving fruitful.

••••••••

A few minutes later, Virgil had reached the flight deck and started searching.

After searching bow to stern, he growled. "Come on bro, this is NOT the time to get lost," he said, hoping he did not succeed in doing a nosedive off the ship.

He looked up as though in prayer.

It was answered… just not the way he'd expected.

Virgil saw one flag now on the mast of the Lexington - and paused for thought.. "Scott, Gordon, do you know if they were going to change the colors today?" he said.

"I can't believe the 'oh so polite' Scouts managed to spell a curse word in the order they flew them," said Gordon with a chuckle on his radio.

Virgil narrowed his eyes. "Not the time Gordo - were they for sure?" he asked.

Hearing both men grunt in the negative, he nodded firmly. "I think I know where Alan may be. If I'm right, and he's down, I'll need your help to lower him."

"Lower him?" said Scott, concerned.

"No time to explain bro, just head to flight deck. I'll contact you as soon as I know," said Virgil as he rushed up the bridge ladders.

He hoped that Alan was where he suspected and didn't try to go another 50 feet up to higher parts of the ship with their grapples.

Virgil carefully made his way around the steering wheel and chairs to the exit where the signal flags were stored.

There, in a bundle of nautical flags, was Alan, unmoving.

"Alan!" he said and quickly kneeled by the youngest, checking his pulse.

Feeling the heat radiating off the younger man through his gloves, Virgil shuddered, then switched on the radio. "Scott, Gordon, Alan's in the bridge area,” he said and started checking teen’s vitals.

Scott, who was in the office, pursed his lips. "How is he Virg?" he inquired as he hurriedly left the office and headed toward his brothers.

Virgil gently lifted one of Alan's eyelids and checked the ill man's eye response. "Out cold and burning up," said the medic.

"Darn it," said Gordon on his radio, growing angrier. "Scott, we've got to use Four and seek help."

The eldest shook his head, and remembering the others couldn't see it, spoke up. "Belay that Gordon. Right now we need to get Alan to safety," he said.

“But…”

“Gordon, it’s too risky. We can’t have you drive off in Four and end up falling ill too,” he said.

"FAB," said Gordon, who turned off his radio and started to head up to the flight deck, and upon arrival, then turned to the bridge entrance.

He paused, shaking his head. The risk was great yes, but the reward greater, he mused, and decided to ignore the order.

With that, Gordon turned another route, toward the bow where Four was located.

"John has been out of it most of the morning and his fever keeps going back up despite our efforts to cool him down. And he’d be angry at Scott if we didn’t try to get help for the kids," said Gordon sternly to himself as he jogged to his beloved sub. "Now Alan is sick too, I'm going!"

Gordon climbed into Thunderbird Four and using the emergency thrusters pushed his craft off of the flight deck.

"AaaWeee!" Gordon cried as Thunderbird Four fell the few hundred feet into the waves below. Under other circumstances he would have thought it fun, even though his yellow sub landed on its top in the waves.

"Oof! Don't want to do that again," groaned the aquanaut as he rubbed a bruised shoulder where the harness hit him.

Gordon used the thrusters and soon righted his Thunderbird. The duo dove down deep, hoping to escape detection from his brothers.

Little did he know: he already had a stowaway - one who had already overheard his idea and was in a life pod inside, ready to give him help.

Just not the aid needed.

••••••••

Meanwhile, Scott had arrived to the flight deck and looked up to the bridge area. "Virgil, I'm here. Where are you?" he said through the radio. “What do you need?"

Virgil leaned over the railing briefly to show his location. "See if there's a stokes or something we can carry him in," he ordered.

"Do you need any rigging to get him down?"

"No, I’ve got my grapples and they’re designed to carry double my weight,” said Virgil. “The winds up here are a little stronger - but we’ll have to risk Alan colliding with something. Meet me on the hangar deck."

"FAB, I'll be back shortly," said Scott as he went to search for the items needed.

Virgil finished removing the last flag when the youngest murmured briefly and opening his eyes, blearily looked up. "Are you my guardian angel," Alan asked innocently.

"Not quite bro - I'm still alive for one," chuckled Virgil as he checked Alan's pulse. "Do you know where you are?"

Alan looked at the flag in Virgil's hand. "I think I've either lost a fight with MAX and the laundry again or I got that flag up and passed out," he said.

Virgil smiled. "No on the former - though I want to hear that story someday, but yes on the latter. Crazy move brother, but it just might work," he said, leaning forward to lift his brother. "Now, I'm sure you know the drill now right?"

Alan saw Virgil's body language and winced. "You're not going to carry me are you?" said Alan, whining like a three year old.

"Yeah - sorry Al, I'm going to have to in order to rappel down. There's nothing but ladders here and if you collapse again -" he said, and again checked the younger man's pulse and response.

"Not going to," said the younger, weakly brushing off the hand.

Frowning at his finding, Virgil continued honestly. "Sorry bro, but I'm afraid you will from what I'm seeing. Even if you don't, in your condition we don't need you falling down the stairs from a dizzy spell and get hurt worse."

"No I won't…" Alan murmured and tried to sit up. He sagged back against the wall, supported by Virgil. "O-K, FAB… you win…" he said tiredly.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, let me do the work this time," chided Virgil as he gently pulled his brother into a standing position.

The move unfortunately was too much of a position change and Alan indeed once more blacked out, sagging into his brother's shoulder with a soft, barely heard moan.

Virgil held on to his brother as he felt the teen go limp. "Easy Alan, I've got you," the medic said in reassurance as he swiftly stabilized his brother and connected the two baldrics together to rappel.

Scott, who had been able to get a backboard to carry their brother, had seen some motion at the spot and frowned. "Virgil? What's wrong?" He half shouted in the radio.

Virgil chose to wait briefly as the feedback faded, then responded. "Alan passed out again."

"Panic attack?" asked Scott. He didn't blame Alan if he did have one at the thought of being rappelled down against his will, ill or not. At least they could carry him down the long frozen escalator.

"No, I think from orthostatic hypotension."

"FAB," said Scott, understanding now it was from a drop in his blood pressure standing an ill Alan up to connect the harnesses.

"I am heading to the fight deck," Virgil said as he carefully connected a rappel charge to a sturdy pipe.

Once assured of its security, he went down the “exit” route with his precious cargo. "Do you have everything ready?"

"FAB, and what I could find to cool him down," said Scott as he laid the items out on the hangar deck.

A few minutes later, Virgil landed on the flight deck, and after removing the harness link, lifted Alan into a fireman’s carry.

Virgil walked a few yards to where Scott was with with a gently moaning Alan. "He's been mumbling on the way down," said the medic as he carefully lowered their brother to the ground. "I think he'll be like John and wake up a little more when we cool him down."

Scott covered Alan with the cooling blanket and checked his pulse. "Why was he up there in the first place?" said the pilot.

"Probably to put that one flag up to get attention," Virgil said, pointing. "I think that one means 'quarantine' or 'medical help' if I've kept some of Gordon's ramblings in my head."

Scott gave an exasperated chuckle. "You're right Virgil - it is one. That crazy kid - no wonder he said Gordon a genius," he said. "Hopefully it'll get us some help - a local trawler, a cargo ship, WASP."

"I hope so too. In the meantime we need to get Alan to the berthing quarters and out of his uniform into something more comfortable," said Virgil.

They both knew like John's suit, it was designed to keep in warmth in a space environment. Alan's fever combined with the suit would cause further issues.

There was a soft groan from the deck, and the two eldest looked down. "Alan, can you hear me," said Virgil gently. "Just relax, we'll have you cooled down soon enough."

The youngest looked at Virgil with dizzy eyes. "Hate being an Astro Dog, Mr. Cheeseburger. Can you hold the anchovies?" muttered Alan before subsisting again.

Scott looked at the teen and gave a weak grin.

"FAB, Astro Dog," said Scott, looking at a slightly bemused Virgil. "Come on Mr. Cheeseburger... let's get Astro Dog here some nice cold ice water to cool him down."

"Definitely," said the medic as he and Scott picked up the stokes to take the youngest to the berth.

In their haste to get Alan cooled down, neither of the fully alert men noticed TB4 was not on the deck.

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astroangel23 · 2 years ago

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𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕔 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕤 𝕡𝕥. 𝟙 ♈♉♊♋♌♍♎♏♐♑

enjoy these divinely guided messages to bring into your weekend ahead; i hope it's a lovely one 🪄☀️ - Astro Angel 💚

make sure to check your sun, moon, rising, & venus!

Aries ♈: i know you love doing things on your own but you would be surprised how good it would feel on a soul level to embrace the loving + rewarding energy of giving and receiving 💚 give the world something it can feel 🔥

Channeled song:

Something He Can Feel - Aretha Franklin

Taurus ♉: You may be torn between two paths, two situations, two something's. If you pause to sit with your feelings, the choice that is best for you will become clear. Take in consideration of which path makes you feel genuine happiness, which path makes your inner child feel alive, your inner light deserves to shine.

Channeled song:

All You Wanted - Michelle Branch

Gemini ♊: Are you feeling yourself slip back into old habits that cause you to self sabotage, such as overthinking, self doubt, getting triggered by those around you, caught up in your rapid emotions? A harsh reality is, the only person that carries the power to overcome these habits is yourself but do know you 100% are capable of not acting on these when you find yourself in triggering situations. It's not a set back, it's a opportunity to find the lesson and find the growth.

Channeled song:

Faded - Kanye West

Cancer ♋: Hey dreamers, are you stuck in a day dream? Are you focused on manifesting instead of making moves towards someone you're crushing on in the physical realm? I feel that you may feel that this person you're crushing on isn't into you the same way but you don't know that! All of these doubts are only productions of your own subconscious. Let it unfold, if you want to make your feelings known, go for it, if not, try not to spend your time focused on when this is going to take off or if it's going to take off at all. Don't abandon your physical life experience for another person in the dream world 💚

Channeled song:

All Falls Down - Kanye West ft. Syleena Johnson

Leo ♌: If you're going through a financial loss or a loss of clients or your work load, you're being guided to trust your path, to trust that this is just a phase. A financial or work set back can make you feel in the dumbs because you just want to keep moving but sometimes life refuses to be in constant flow of our wants and desires. It's going to pick back up, your money flow is going to pick back up and bring you security to be your most confident self again. Also, I stopped this reading to just dance and jam out, so, maybe throw on your favorite jams and move that body 💃

Channeled song:

Money Good - Megan Thee Stallion

Virgo ♍: It seems you've been working your ass off for material security and you've become a little uptight from the grind. You need to let loose and just not give a fuck for a second because your hard work IS paying off to reach that material security. You good love, take a night off and let yourself get a little w i l d (whatever wild is for you)

Channeled song:

I Get Crazy - Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne

Libra ♎: Whoever you pray to, whoever you believe is guiding you or protecting you, they want you to know that they are there with you every step of the way through your hardships. They hear your prayers, they see you striving to overcome your struggles, and how much you just want peace within your life and within your world. You may be at odds with a friend, partner, or family member right now and they want you to release your worries around this connection and to focus on your self love for now. If you're not receiving an equal give and take, focus on you.

Channeled song:

The Weekend - SZA

Scorpio ♏: I feel that there is an outcome that you're dying to see go in your favor or the outcome you believe is the best for you but I don't think it's going the way you've planned for because there is a better outcome that you're not expecting. The world represents the universe being in favor of you at this moment, so it may be time to trust that the universe has something else planned for you than your personal desired outcome. Try to trust that.

Channeled song:

Black Moses - Channel Tres ft. JPEGMAFIA

Sagittarius ♐: Are you gatekeeping your lovely self from meeting new people because you're holding on to past heartbreak and betrayal you've endured? This is only hurting your forward movement because spirit is trying to bring in meaningful friendships/connections into your life but you're too scared looking at their every move because you're worried they are going to hurt you the same way people have in your past. You deserve to experience happiness and genuine love with others, Sag. Deep down you know you love it.

Channeled song:

Jane Says - Jane's Addiction

Capricorn ♑: Are you stalling on making moves towards a path that makes you feel vulnerable? Because it's new territory, you may feel a little intimidated that you won't be able to adjust to this new path or opportunity that is being presented to you. You may not even feel like dealing with the changes it may bring, but spirit is guiding you to step into your confidence because you carry the power to overcome challenges that will come with this new experience

Channeled song:

2 Dolla Bill - 2 Chainz ft. Lil Wayne & E40

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jxsatlas · 3 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 1

keith kogane x gn! reader – next

DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14," Lance announces, "Begin descent to Kerberos for a rescue mission."

He shoves the yoke forward and the aircraft takes a steep dive. You plant your feet to help fight against the inertia. You give him a sharp glare as the aircraft steadies out.

"Ugh, Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk whines from the back.

You look over your shoulder and recognise the nauseated expression on his face all too well. Last semester, there was a girl on your team that didn't do too well with excessive motion and often got sick.

Lance brushes him off. "Relax Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick," he says with a lazy grin, which quickly turns mischievous. "It's not like I did this, or this!" Lance jerks the aircraft side to side, making Hunk feel worse.

"Knock it off, Lance," you warn from your chair next to him. You reach up above you and press a few buttons in hopes of stabilising the aircraft out after Lance's little joke.

"Yeah, listen to [y/n] unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies of this thing," Hunk groans angrily.

"We've picked up a distress signal!" Pidge says from his seat in the back.

"Alright, time to quit our bickering and get serious," you say, doing your own little thing to accommodate for the lower altitude while Lance flies the aircraft.

"Pidge, track the coordinates," Lance says with a roll of his eyes at your comment.

Pidge does so, typing away on the computer. The aircraft gives a large rumble and Hunk groans again.

"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" he whines, his face all scrunched up in discomfort.

"Oh, that's on you buddy," Lance says sharply. "We got a hydraulic stabiliser out."

Hunk nods and goes to fix it, but when the aircraft shakes again he gags. "Oh no."

"Oh no, fix now, puke later," Lance growls.

So much bickering... you think to yourself with a sigh.

"I lost contact!" Pidge says. "The shaking is interfering with our sensors."

Lance looks over his shoulder at Hunk. "Come on, dude!"

"Sorry, it's not responding," Hunk says and unfastens his safety belt. He carefully gets up and makes his way over to the gearbox to see what's up.

"Coordinates are back," you say, seeing the blue dot on the dash.

"Nevermind Hunk," Lance says.

"No, he still needs to fix it," you say. "We can't properly fly this thing if a hydraulic stabiliser is out."

"Whatever," Lance rolls his eyes, "Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable, given our current mechanical..." Pidge warns, trailing off when he hears Hunk gag again. "...and gastrointestinal issues..."

"Agreed!" Hunk says, not before quickly emptying his stomach into the gearbox with the unsavoury sounds of food chunks and liquid hitting the metal. You cringe, not liking the sound, and hope he's okay.

"Stop worrying," Lance says dismissively.

"No, they're right," you say firmly as you place your attention on Lance now. "We should wait before we do anything."

"Nah, this baby can take it! Can't ya champ?" Lance coos and pats the dash. The aircraft rumbles again and he retracts his hand with a sheepish look. "See? She was nodding!"

"That wasn't nodding Lance," you deadpan. "Now listen to us and wait."

"I'm the one flying this thing, aren't I?" Lance asks. "So I'm in charge, and that means what I say goes!"

"Excuse you, we're both flying this thing," you argue.

Ignoring you, Lance turns to Pidge. "Pidge, hail down on them and let them know their ride is here," he says.

Knowing that you're now doomed, you keep your mouth shut and wait for the inevitable failure of the simulation. You can already see it, the big, bold, red letters appearing on the dash.

And when Lance flies towards an overhang, tilting the plane as much as he can in a sad attempt to thread through the little hole rather than going over or around, you know this is where you fail.

Lance doesn't make it. The wing gets torn off, the alarms blare, and the aircraft pummels to the ground. The dash goes black and those red letters you were anticipating appear without hesitation.

Simulation Failed.

The first failure on your school record.

You toss your head back and sharply exhale, frustration building up in you. "Nice going," you grumble and look at Lance through the corner of your eye.

He catches your gaze and glares at you. "Oh, shut up," he growls.

The four of you sit in silence for a second, you and Lance glaring at each other, before an instructor opens the door and beckons you to come out.

Reluctantly, you all unfasten your safety belts and crawl out of the aircraft. You then mentally prepare yourselves for the lecture about how you are all failures to come.

You, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge line up before the Commander, avoiding his scowling gaze.

"Let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you," Commander Iverson's voice booms angrily. He's not at all impressed with your behaviour. "Can anyone point out the mistakes these so-called cadets made during the simulator?"

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox!" a boy from the back of the group of students shouts out. Iverson nods and turns to Hunk.

"Yes. Everyone knows vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems," Iverson sharply criticises Hunk. He turns back to the students. "What else?"

"The comms-spec removed his safety harness," a girl points out.

"The pilot crashed!" another shouts.

Iverson nods, approving of all the answers given. "And worst of all, the whole jump they're arguing with each other," he growls and turns to the four of you once more.

You keep your gaze on the ground shamefully.

"The Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astro-explorers," Iverson lectures. His hands are on his hips as he looks down at you. "But these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what caused the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."

In your peripherals, you notice Pidge clench his fists at his sides and scrunch his nose up in anger. You fully turn your head to him when he takes a bold step towards the Commander.

"That's not true, sir!" he barks.

Iverson looks at him and glares. "What was that, young man?" he growls.

Lance quickly slaps a hand over Pidge's mouth and pulls him back in line. "Sorry, sir! He must've hit his head when he fell!" he says, smiling sheepishly in a sad attempt to cover up his fear. His hand gets tighter over Pidge's mouth, almost as if he's asking the ginger what the hell is wrong with him.

With Lance speaking up, Iverson's attention is now pinpointed on him. He takes a few steps closer to Lance, his intimidating figure making your brother cower back a bit.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here," he growls, his tone of voice menacing and powerful, "is because the best pilot in your class had a disciplinary issue and flunked out."

Lance drops his gaze down to the floor, a look of dejection taking over his face.

"Don't follow in his footsteps," Iverson warns. He stares Lance down a bit before abruptly turning to you. "And you!" he barks.

Your entire body freezes up and your eyes wearily follow him as he stops in front of you now. Your heart sinks down to your gut.

"I expected better of you."

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You returned to your dorm at the end of the day with a cloud over your head.

You grumble about the day's events as you aggressively tug your shirt over your head. You really wish you could pinpoint the source of your frustration. Are you mad at my brother? Your team? Or yourself?

You toss your clothes on the floor and pull out some track shorts and a hoodie from your dresser. Getting dressed in your pajamas for the rest of the night, you try to sort out your emotions.

"Stop mumbling to yourself," your roommate says from her bed.

You turn to her. "Ah, sorry," you say. "I didn't realise I was talking out loud..."

"If you're that mad at your brother why don't you just punch him?" she asks. You blink, surprised she actually heard you.

"I'm not violent like you," you say with a sigh. "Besides, I don't even know if I'm mad at him specifically."

"Eh, I would punch him either way," your roommate shrugs. "It's a good way to alleviate your stress."

You roll your eyes. "I alleviate my stress by sleeping."

Your roommate laughs. "Ain't that the truth?" she jests. "How many times have you taken a nap between classes this week?"

You stare at her with a blank expression for a moment before picking your clothes up and off of the ground. "I'm not answering that," you say and toss them into the hamper.

You and your roommate pause when there's a knock on the door. You look at her and she looks at you.

She raises her hands up. "And I'm not answering that," she says.

You roll your eyes and grab one of the dirty articles of clothing you tossed into the hamper and throw at her without any remorse. She yelps in fear and disgust as you walk to the door with a smirk on your face.

"Don't throw your nasty underwear at me!" she barks and she pinches the panties between her thumb and index finger, tossing them as far away from her as possible.

You cackle and open the door. Your laughter cuts short when you're suddenly face to face with your brother. Hunk stands behind him.

"What are you doing in the girls' dorm?" you ask, but then take the opportunity you just created for yourself to tease your dear elder brother. You think of it as a bit of revenge for crashing the simulator. "Visiting someone?"

Lance rolls his eyes. "Heh, I wish," he sighs. "But no. We're thinking about hitting the town tonight! You know, for some team bonding?"

"Who is it?" your roommate calls to you.

"Lance and Hunk," you say over your shoulder at her.

"Punch him!" she shouts back.

"No!" you hiss and turn back to your brother.

"I don't like your roommate," Lance comments under his breath.

"Neither do I," you joke.

"I heard that!" your roommate barks.

"No you didn't!" you ready. But getting the feeling that she's going to keep interrupting, you push Lance out of your way and step into the hall with him and Hunk. You then close the door and give the boys your full attention.

"So, you're gonna come with us?" Lance asks.

"I don't know," you say with uncertainty in your tone. You cross your arms. "It's past curfew and I don't really think you have off-campus privileges..."

"That doesn't matter," Lance waves his hand dismissively. "Iverson wants us to bond as a team, so why don't we listen to him for once?"

"I'm not feeling that adventurous," you say.

"What? Why not? It'll be fun!" Lance cajoles.

"Lance, your idea of fun always ends up with you and me in the principal's office," Hunk reminds. "Don't drag your little sibling into it."

"Hunk has a point," you say. "I don't want to get in trouble again. I had my filling for today."

"Since when were you a goodie-two-shoes?" Lance asks in a somewhat offended tone.

"Since I got a scholarship here?" you quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sibling?" Lance says as he gives you a look of utter betrayal, as if you were some alien.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not too keen on losing something like that because I went along with your dumb shenanigans," you sigh.

"Please, the max punishment for something like this is just a weekend detention with old man Brechin," Lance says and a mischievous grin spreads on his face. "That is, if you get caught."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. Team bonding sounds very appealing after what happened today, but are you willing to risk your scholarship? You don't know if you can lose it because of a simple detention. The Galaxy Garrison is a government program, which means they are pretty strict.

"Do you really need to think about it?" Lance asks with raised eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared!"

His words irk you immensely.

You snap your gaze up to him. Is he serious? You aren't scared. Why would you be scared of sneaking out?

You silently walk back into your dorm and quickly throw a bra on, some socks, and your shoes.

"Where are you going?" your roommate asks as she watches you scramble about the room with a sense of purpose all of a sudden.

"Team bonding," you say, now tying the laces of your shoes.

"This late? Are you sure?" she asks.

"All common sense in me left the moment Lance basically called me a scaredy-cat," you say bluntly.

"Well, have fun," your roommate says.

You give her a small salute as you walk out of the dorm. "I'll be back by morning."

"Alright, see ya!"

You close the door and turn to Lance and Hunk expectantly. "Well?"

Lance gives you a cocky grin, proud of his persuasion skills. You suddenly consider your roommate's suggestion for a second.

"We need to go grab Pidge," Lance says. "It won't be team bonding if someone's missing. You gotta have everybody."

You shrug, doubting Pidge will join.

Lance takes the liberty of leading the way to the boys' dorm, you and Hunk following closely behind. You expertly dodge the officers patrolling the halls making sure students are in their dorms like ninjas on a stealth mission.

As Lance rounds a corner, he suddenly stops and back peddles quickly. He peeks around the corner and watches whatever is on the other side. Curious, you and Hunk sneak up close to Lance and peek as well.

Pidge steps out of his room, a backpack swung over his shoulders. He checks his surroundings before closing the door and running off.

You, Lance, and Hunk share a look. You all then telepathically agree to follow the small boy. Once again, Lance takes the lead.

#voltron #wattpad #keith #voltron keith #keith kogane #x reader #keith x reader #gender neutral reader #vld #vld fanfic #fanfiction #vld keith

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imerdwarf · 4 years ago

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Part One: The First Meeting

Summary: Wanda invites you over to the compound for some unwinding girly time, when a man interrupts halfway through, taking something of Wanda's and your heart.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader, beefy!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, beefy!Bucky, stressed reader, fluffs, love at first sight, strangers to crushes? 🥰

Word Count: 1,350

Author's Notes: This is day one of The Week in Love challenge hosted by @the-ss-horniest-book-club, this is my first mini series so I hope you guys enjoy it 🥰

This week was just sucky, everything about it just sucked. Your boss ended up giving you a hard time at work, overworking you as usual by piling a ton of files on your desk with a strict deadline or the threat of 'you're fired!' and you feared your boss Rumlow may just follow through on it.

Work wasn't the only thing you were struggling with this week, your heating completely broke down and your landlord refused to get it fixed because it wasn't deemed as urgent. It was the middle of winter, a good foot of snow had completely blanketed the streets and sidewalks of New York City, you were left to freeze to death in your apartment and still, it was deemed as not urgent.

To make this week somewhat tolerable, you had been texting with Wanda and had told her just a couple of things that were going wrong and how stressed it was all making you feel. Wanda hated to see her friends upset and stressed, and invited you over to the compound to unwind and stay a couple of days with a promise she would do everything in her power to make sure you have a good time and that you leave in a better mindset.

And, it was exactly how she had promised it would be, warm, safe and comfortable. After she told you to take a hot shower and gave you one of her fluffy white robes, the wine was going down nicely as you cozied up in Wanda's room, giggling and blushing at the erotic scenes from Bridgerton, a Netflix series you were currently binging together.

An evening like this was exactly what the doctor ordered, it had been months since you last saw Wanda because she was away doing her avenging duties. Her celebrity status never played on your mind either, you loved Wanda as your sister and the two of you have been friends for quite some time now. Usually, when Wanda wasn't on missions, she would come and hang out at your small apartment in Brooklyn. But, seeing as you had no heating and in her own words, "your building looks like a run down dump," the compound seemed the obvious choice.

The next steamy scene was just starting when a fist knocked on the door, sending you tipsy ladies into a fit of giggles.

"Come- come in!" Wanda snorts, taking a sip from her drink and sitting up with her back against the headboard, you did the same.

The door opens and so does your mouth - in walks a man who looks like he was carved by the gods themselves. He was a tall, beefy-looking man in skin-tight sweatpants and an off-white tank top with his hair tied back in a messy bun. His left arm glimmers under the mood lighting in Wanda's room and you swear that he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Wanda has never mentioned that she worked with gorgeous men before since she always talks to you about Vision.

"Evenin' ladies." The man smiles, his blue orbs meet yours and your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest and into his large hands. "Hello." He waves at you, noticing you were staring. Heat creeps up to your cheeks and you wave back shyly muttering a quiet hello back under your breath.

"Evening Barnes, what can I do you for?" Wanda cackles and her joke makes you giggle, he raises an eyebrow and grins.

"Are you two drunk?" He teases, his eyes momentarily flicking to the TV and blushing when he realises what the two of you are watching.

"Maybe a little." Wanda nudges you, a little too harshly that you nearly fall off the side of the bed, this prompts another round of giggles from the two of you.

"Oh well, I've lost my phone charger, can I borrow yours?" He asks politely, smiling at you before Wanda gets off the bed. You subconsciously put down your wine glass and tuck your hands between your thighs under your robe, feeling yourself growing shyer under his sweet gaze.

"I want it back!" She warns, jabbing her index finger in his chest.

"Yes ma'am." He salutes, "you two be good now!" He winks at you before retreating out of the room and closing the door behind him.

When he's gone, you push the air from your lungs and relax your shoulders. Your heart is still racing and his smile is engrained in your memory.

Wanda notices your flushed state and whistles, "my, my. Do you have a little crush already?" She teases, joining you back on the bed and topping up the wine. His presence made you sober up pretty quickly.

"Nooo, I don't know him!" You giggle and drop your head, your smile reaching your eyes.

"His name is James, but he goes by Bucky aaaaaand," she pauses to take a sip, "he's single, like you." She winks, putting her glass down on the bedside table and curling her tired body into yours.

The next morning, you're awake before Wanda and without a hangover. She's still snoring and fast asleep next to you, the air in the room is warm and through the parted curtains, the falling snowflakes makes you smile in contentment.

Pulling the duvet covers back, you reach over into your night bag and pull out your fuzzy socks, your leggings and an oversized sweater. Changing in quicktime, you leave Wanda's room and search for the kitchen for some coffee.

The compound was certainly larger than you expected, there were doors and hallways everywhere. Your head whipped left to right trying to remember which way you arrived last night when she brought you up from the common room after you met Steve Rogers and Natasha. You bite your nails nervously, afraid of stumbling into a room you weren't meant to be in.

A door opens further down the hallway, and your eyes widen. The man who entered Wanda's room last night appears with a yawn, his hand runs up and down his face as he attempts to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes.

Instead of his sweatpants and tank top, he's clad in skintight black jeans to accentuate his thigh muscles, and a black Henley with a silver chain hanging around his neck.

However, his stoic expression turns into a soft smile when he spots you standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights and dare he say, adorable.

"Good mornin' doll, you okay?" He asks as he gets nearer. Your breath is shaky and you bite your lip when your heart skips a beat again just like last night.

"Um, I'm lost." You chuckle shyly, biting your nail. He slowly reaches out and pulls your hand from your mouth. His touch is electrifying, warm and soft all at the same time.

"Where are you headed?" He clears his throat and shoves his hands in the front of his pockets.

"The kitchen." Your cheeks heat up under his gaze just like it did last night and you're afraid if he keeps looking at you like this, you'll melt into the floor.

"I'm going there too, I can show you if you want..." He trails off and furrows his eyebrows, realising he doesn't even know your name.

"Y/N." You smile, "and yes please, I'd be grateful."

"Y/N." He repeats, your name tasting like drops of honey on his tongue, "I'm Bucky." He pulls his right hand from his pocket, extending it towards you for you to shake.

"It's nice to officially meet you, Bucky." You smile, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. His palm has rough skin, while the back of it is soft and warm.

"Likewise doll, Wanda has talked about you." he blushes putting his hand back in his pocket, "oh and uh, the kitchen is this way." He starts to walk down the narrow hallway, you trail after him, watching his back muscles ripple with each stride in his step.

"I hope she told you good things," you joke, your pace not being able to keep up with him.

"Only the good things, doll." He chuckles before adding, "did you have fun last night?"

"Oh, I did! Very much yes, Wanda has asked me to stay a few nights." He slows down his pace and waits for you to catch up.

"Oh yeah? I'm happy about that." He grins, looking down at you and watches you drop your head to the floor and smile triumphantly.

"I am too." You gaze into each others eyes for a few moments before you look away, knowing you're going to fall fast and hard for this man.

Bucky on the other hand, hasn't been able to get you off his mind since he saw you in Wanda's room last night, the way you became flustered when he looked at you, the shy smile you exchanged. Your smile was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes last night, and the first thing he saw when he opened them this morning. He only learned your name moments ago, but maybe Steve was right, maybe love at first sight really does exist.

Taglist: @smokeybluebrooke-lyn @pinkdiamond1016 @whatrambles @skkye @bestofbucky @ladyeliot @ddowii @randomfandompenguin @marvelgirl7

Series: @thefallenbibliophilequote @gudenuph @emmabarnes @halietigges @astro-ironman @aliceaddellheidde @justab-eautifulmess @toribentleyva @vicmc624

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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I give you a lot of angsty requests, so here, have a fluffy one!

Among Us: Through some glitch, a round generates with no impostors. For the first little while everyone is really on edge and trying to accuse each other, but they soon realize that nobody is dying and relax, although they're still very confused. Everybody does their tasks as normal, but instead of completing the last task, they all build a big pillow fort under the admin table and just take a rest for a little bit, hanging out and laughing over previous games and just being together without the tension of possible death and betrayal over their heads. Many stories are told, many "bodies" of friends knocked over in pillow fights are "reported", and many memories are made, before they finally decide to end the round! 💙

okay so this request was MEGA detailed so i didn’t get to every single part of it but i hope this is just as good lol

also bring on the angst I DARE YOU /lh

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A weird feeling in his stomach, Etho presses the emergency meeting button, teleporting everybody to the table. Once everyone is assembled, Etho realises something strange.

“Okay, there’s been no deaths,” he says slowly.

“Wh- Seriously?!” Tango gasps. “That round lasted, like, twenty YEARS! Half the tasks have been done!”

Etho frowns. “Nobody’s seen anything suspicious, or…? No venting?”

Everybody shakes their heads.

“Okay… I guess we’ll skip, then. Everyone keep an eye out, though.”

When the meeting comes to an end, Etho trots after Tango as the latter heads towards weapons. “Hey, Tango? Does something seem a little off about this round to you?”

“Yeah. We’re a bunch of idiots who can barely play this game on a good day - except you, of course,” he adds, “but it’s definitely weird that we went that long without a single kill. The imposters must be really slow for some reason.”

Etho considers this. “Maybe. I’m not convinced.”

He leaves Tango’s side and peels off into navigation as Tango keeps going. After finishing his download, he goes back up and does his task in O2, before heading back to cafeteria to finish wires.

After this, he realises there still hasn’t been a body reported so he catches Astro as the latter enters cafeteria. “Hey, Astro. Can you hit the button for me?”

“Oh, sure.”

Astro presses the emergency meeting button, bringing everyone back to the table. Etho’s suspicions are confirmed when he sees that everybody is still alive.

“Okay, I’m sorry to call you back here, but we need to talk,” Etho says. “There’s something wrong with this round and we may have to abandon it.”

“What do you mean?” Skizz asks confusedly. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s been over three minutes and there’s been no kills or sabotages. I apologise if I’m not correct, but I just have a feeling that there’s something wrong. If you’re the imposter, please raise your hand now.”

Nobody moves.

“This isn’t a trick,” Etho adds. “I’m sorry if I’m ruining someone’s imposter round, but I’m genuinely a little concerned that the game has gone wrong.”

“I’ll support you on that,” says Tango. “Etho knows about this stuff. If he’s worried about the game glitching out, I’ll take that seriously. I’m not the imposter, but if anyone else is, I’d advocate coming forward just to make sure nothing’s wrong.”

After a moment, a chorus of murmurs comes from the others, all confirming that none of them are the imposter.

“Okay, so it seems the game has glitched and generated a round with no imposters somehow,” Etho says. “No need to panic; if we all finish our tasks and win the round, it should take us back to the lobby like normal.”

“But do we have to do that, though?” asks Impulse. “Tasks are almost done and there’s no imposters, so why don’t we just hang out a bit, without the threat of death?”

“I’m down for that,” says Endless unexpectedly. “I’ve always wanted to build a pillow fort in admin. The table looks perfect for it.”

“You mean out of pillows like these?” Joker holds up a pillow that he seemingly pulled from out of nowhere. “Hey, Skizz?”

Skizz turns. “What’s u-”

Joker whacks him in the face with the pillow.

“GAAAH!” Skizz shrieks, tripping over his own foot. “What the hell?!”

Clutching the pillow by its corner, Joker doubles over with laughter. “Oh my gosh, your FACE!”

“Okay, that’s it. Imposter or no imposter, I’m gonna murder you.”

Skizz snatches the pillow out of Joker’s hand and swings it at him, but Joker dodges and takes off running down the hallway towards storage, giggling like a child. Unable to help a laugh of his own, Skizz pursues him.

“Where did he even get that?” snickers Tango.

“Same place I got mine,” Endless says, holding up an identical white pillow. “Medbay.”

Brody tries to hold in a laugh. “Endless, I’ll give you a high five if you hit Tango with that pillow right now.”

Endless considers this for a moment.

Tango gives him a warning look. “Don’t. Endless, I swear to-.”

He cuts himself off and ducks as Endless swings the pillow at him, but before he can do it again, Endless brings it back round and whacks him in the side of the head, causing him to let out a yelp.

Laughing uncontrollably, Brody holds up his hand for a high five, which Endless gleefully gives him. “I like this,” he says happily. “I feel cool.”

“Endless, you’re starting something you can’t finish,” Tango warns.

“Then you finish it,” says Impulse unexpectedly, appearing out of nowhere to hand Tango a pillow of his own.

A grin slowly spreads over Tango’s face.

Endless blinks. “Oh. I’m in trouble.”

On the other side of the room, Etho glances sharply over as he hears a THWACK sound and finds Tango and Endless whacking each other viciously with pillows. He chuckles to himself and continues looking through the game’s code.

After a while, Brody approaches him. “Hey Etho, we’re gonna go build a pillow fort in admin. You should come join us.”

“Thanks, but I gotta work through this code.”

“You can do that in the lobby later. C’mon, we’ve got a once-in-a-lifetime thing here. This glitch will probably never happen again. Let’s have some fun on this map while we have the chance.”

After a moment, Etho nods and lets Brody take him into admin, where Mrs Tango and Astro are already piling cushions in the middle of the room.

“Is this what we do when we think the game might’ve gone wrong?” Etho chuckles. “Build pillow forts?”

“I mean, we may as well,” Brody responds. “Right? What else can we do?”

“Finish our tasks and end the round.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” says Astro from the floor.

As Etho opens his mouth to respond, Joker bursts into the room and dives behind Etho, who spins round to find Skizz skidding to a halt outside admin. “Where is he?!” he snaps, panting heavily. “I’m gonna kill that idiot!”

“What’s going on?” Brody demands. “Who are you talking about?”

“JOKER! He said my mohawk looks like a dead bush!”

Relaxing, Brody rolls his eyes. “Oh no. How terrible. He’s a MONSTER. We’d better throw him out the airlock right now.”

“Sarcasm duly noted,” Skizz huffs. “Where IS Joker, anyway?”

Brody jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Hiding under the admin table.”

“Brodyyyyy!” comes Joker’s muffled voice.

Skizz walks into the room and takes note of the group of people setting up the pillows and blankets over the top of the admin table. “So what’s going on here? Boy scout sleepover?”

“Yup,” Astro responds with a grin. “Do you have a problem with that?”

After a moment, Skizz shakes his head. “Nope. Can I borrow a cushion to hit Joker in his stupid face?”

“No,” says Astro firmly.

“Can I suffocate him in a blanket?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can you relax and stop being a stupid schoolteacher for ten seconds?”

“Not if it means letting you try to kill Joker.”

“C’mon, I’m not ACTUALLY gonna kill him,” complains Skizz. “There’s no imposters this round, remember.”

“Mhm.”

Within five minutes, everyone is huddled under the blanket fort over the admin table, using a rusty lantern as a light source. It’s fairly roomy inside the makeshift tent, but the ten people are still sitting fairly close together.

“So now what?” Brody asks after a while. “Are we gonna talk about something?”

“How about we discuss what kind of dead bush Skizz’s hair looks like?” Joker asks innocently.

Skizz responds to this by whacking Joker in the face with a pillow, knocking him over backwards.

“Oh, report the body!” Tango yelps with a grin. “Skizz did it! Skizz did it!”

This causes the whole group to laugh, even Etho. After many rounds of chaos and suspicion, it’s nice to be able to joke around and relax a bit.

“How does it feel, huh?” Skizz smirks. “How does it feel to be hit with a taste of your own PILLOW?”

“Honestly, I deserved that.”

“Yeah you did.”

Joker yanks Skizz down next to him, grinning. “Shut up.”

A short pause follows this.

“This is the only round we’re gonna get like this, isn’t it?” asks Evil.

Etho nods. “Should be. Why?”

“Dunno. It just feels nice to just hang out with you all as a group and be happy. I love you guys so much.”

“I hate you,” Endless murmurs. “I hate you all.”

Immediately, the two people on either side of him grab him in a simultaneous hug. “Well too bad, cuz we love you,” Astro responds with a smile. “Grumpiness and all.”

A low groan comes from Endless, but everyone can see the hint of a smile on his face.

Etho sits back against the wall and gazes around at his friends. Mrs Tango is resting her head on Tango’s shoulder. Astro and Evil are still hugging and teasing Endless. Brody and Impulse are quietly chuckling together about something. Joker and Skizz have fallen asleep with the tops of their heads touching.

Even though Etho isn’t with anyone in particular at this moment, he still feels connected to his friends. He’s alone but he’s not lonely. And that’s a rare thing for him.

This group really is his family.

#friday night stabby #impulsesv #tangotek #skizzleman #theendless #brodyman #evilnotion #astrozoan #mrstango #etho #misterjoker #vaunna’s requests

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thedeathdeelers · 4 years ago

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in your starlight (AO3)

“I had a dream about you once,” he said quietly into the dark room, the sleeping girl in his arms stirring awake.

“Mmfmm,” was the only reply he got.

“Yes, very much, mhm.” His lips twitched, eyes twinkling with the amusement and affection he felt for the girl.

A weak hand lightly swatted at his chest, then remained there, fingers curling into and bunching up his t-shirt. He smiled, entirely content with the way she was clutching onto him.

It was quiet again for a while, lying on Julie’s bed with her warm body draped haphazardly over his, the sound of her gentle breaths coming in and out extremely calming to Luke. If he really strained his ears, he could even hear her heartbeat - which was admittedly his favourite sound in the world.

“I thought ghosts didn’t sleep,” came the muffled answer a few minutes later, her face soundly pressed into his chest.

“Mm, you’re right. Ghosts don’t sleep.”

“Then how did you dream of me?” He’s not sure how, but Luke could just feel her brows furrowing as her sleep muddled brain tried to work through his words. He chuckled, the vibrations lulling Julie into a deeper sense of contentment.

“I dreamt of you back when I was still alive, back in the 90s.”

“That’s not possible. I wasn’t even alive back then.” She giggled, going quiet for a second. “Old man.” She continued laughing at her own joke, shaking slightly with the mirth escaping her body.

Luke couldn’t help but feel his chest warm up, his smile stretching even further across his face at the joy radiating off of Julie.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny, Julie-bean.” He pulled her closer against him once, her giggles intensifying before his arms slackened once again, still wrapped loosely around her. He waited for her giggles to subside, before continuing. “I’m not really sure how it’s possible, but I know for a fact that you were the girl in my dream.”

“Oh? How so?” She turned her head facing him, her face no longer pressed against his chest.

He shrugged, not seeming too worried about the improbability of his statement. “I just do.” Luke lifted an arm off her waist, reaching over to move a few curls blocking Julie’s face from his gaze. “Remember that night the other week, when we spent it lying on your terrace, stargazing?”

“The night we finally figured out our ‘interesting little relationship’.”

He hummed in reply, the arm still wrapped around her tightening its hold on the girl with his heart.

“Yeah.” Even in the dark he could still see the incredible depths to her eyes, staring back at him. He could even convince himself that he sometimes got glimpses of her soul, a pure shining light guiding him out of the darkness.

“I had a dream the summer before we- well, the summer before the Orpheum. It’s the only dream I’ve ever managed to vaguely remember. In it I remember lying down on a blanket, next to this beautiful girl as we stargazed on that same roof terrace. Back then I was confused, it felt like it was Bobby’s house, but at the same time I knew it wasn’t.”

He paused for a few seconds, remembering the feelings that washed over him in his dream. His hand, still wrapped in her curls, let go so he could trace the soft curve of her cheek, his eyes intent on hers.

“Turns out I was right - it was Bobby’s house, but also wasn’t. It was Bobby’s house 26 years into the future.”

She sat up a little, shifting and coming to rest on her elbow so she could look at him better, still careful not to move away from their embrace.

“Wait, hold on - What do you mean? As in you had a dream about the future? The future where you are a ghost?”

He shrugged again, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes roamed her face.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. I was somehow lucky enough to get a sneak peek at what was waiting for me.” His hand lightly trailed her jaw line before coming to rest against her cheek.

“Death? Living life in limbo as a ghost?” Her voice quiet, a sad tinge to it. Her head tilted, snuggling her cheek against his palm.

“No. You.”

“But...”

“No, none of the rest matters. I have you, and that’s the only thing that matters to me.”

Julie lifted the hand that rested against his chest, placing it over the hand that still held her face. “But how are you so sure?”

“When you, dream you, future you, turned around to look at me, your eyes - I don’t know if I can explain it but I- it really felt like I finally found my way home.”

Luke shook his head slightly, still in awe of the feelings Julie pulled out of him.

“It’s hard to explain but yeah. Everything about that dream felt natural, and everything I did or say was just guided by instinct.”

“But that doesn’t mean it was me. Just a dream girl your mind conjured up for you.” She flopped back down, her cheek coming to rest on his shoulder. His hand followed suit, still cradling her other cheek.

“I mean sure, but I’ve only ever had one dream girl, and that’s you. Plus I’d like to think I’d recognise those eyes and that smile anywhere, even before knowing who you were.” Luke paused for a second, eyeing Julie’s skeptical look, before trying again.

“Alright, you know how I’ve told you that you make me a better writer?”

“We make each other better,” she mumbled into his shirt.

“Yes, sure. But I really meant it - these last few months, writing with you has made me feel like I’m invincible. Every song I try to tackle I somehow manage to finish, because you’re there with just the right word, or the perfect melody.” He stopped to make sure she was still following, her gaze unwavering.

“I remember waking up from that dream, being the most inspired I’d ever been in my entire life. It was like I couldn’t write fast enough, the words and the chords and the melodies just...flowing out of me.”

“That doesn’t mean anything...”

“It would if you’d let me finish.” He stuck his tongue out at her, and she returned the favour barely a second later.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I couldn’t stop writing. And the minute I took a break and just pictured your eyes staring at me in the dark, another wave of inspiration would hit and I’d be scribbling away like my life depended on it. By the end of it I had like 4 pages full to the brim with ideas, which lead to the first song on the EP.”

It was quiet for a while, Julie seemingly processing his words, while Luke was happy just to watch her, his own personal muse. His hand shifted, letting go of her cheek so that his fingers could trace down her jawline.

He broke the silence, wanting to make sure she fully understood what he was saying.

“You’ve been my inspiration from the very beginning Jules. Way before you were even born.” He bopped her on the nose, for good measure.

“You wrote a song about me?” Her voice was small, almost shy. He laughed.

“I’ve written many songs about you. But yeah, In Your Starlight was one of the 5 songs included in Sunset Curve’s first official EP. I know Alex said I wasn’t a romantic, and I’m not, or at least wasn’t - but that song’s the closest thing I’ve ever gotten to writing a love song.”

“I’d like to hear it.” A yawn made its way out, her hand quickly smacking itself against her mouth.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, Jules. But I think for now it’s time for the human to go to sleep.”

“But I don’t wanna go to sleep,” came her automatic reply. And although Julie was very obviously tired, she still managed to inject a little whine into her voice, ending her sentence with an adorable little pout.

Luke had to try very hard to restrain himself from kissing away her pout, knowing full well that she needed her sleep, first and foremost. He could pepper her face with kisses as much as he wanted to the moment it was time for her to wake up. For now though, he had to make sure she got enough sleep.

So he did the one thing he knew was a sure way to nudge her into unconsciousness: he slowly started rubbing circles on her back, sometimes switching and drawing little stars with his finger, constantly keeping up with the repetitive movements.

Not even five minutes later, the girl of his dreams was asleep, her hands back to gripping onto the front of his shirt, her head snuggled onto his chest.

He may not understand the way of the universe, but he knew one thing for certain: he had somehow managed to dream up his dream girl, and have her waiting for him on the other side.

——

you were like a shooting star,

blazing across my darkened sky,

i closed my eyes and made a wish,

now here you are in front of me,

please let me stay close by your side,

forever basking in your starlight

——

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kpop-stan23-writes · 4 years ago

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moonbin as a high school kdrama character

so i read this post by @milkybonya and was inspired!

group: astro member: moonbin genre: fluff word count: 3k warnings: mild cursing? pairing: moonbin x gn!reader (let me know if i missed something)

note: i have not spent any time in the korean school system, so the school experience in this will be kinda a mix of my own experiences in high school (the start of the school year in the late summer/fall) and what i've read up or seen in actual kdramas (like how the students stay in the room and the teachers move from class to class)

moon bin has been the top athlete practically since he could walk

basically a child prodigy in anything physical - swimming, basketball, track, you name it

as such, by the time he's a senior in high school, he's something of a local legend

so he's also kinda got a big head

also does annoyingly well in school

almost always sleeping in class or texting his friends or playing games on his phone

and skips out on the study sessions even if they're mandatory

but still manages to earn high marks

he participates in all sports, so very in shape

and always likes to show off when he can

like lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead

or will wear no-sleeve shirts at every opportunity to show off his arms

not that he really needs an excuse to show off

since he's on the swim team...

he's just being obnoxious at this point

you've just transferred even though it's your last year of high school

so you have no idea who this moon bin kid is

and because you don't really care about sports, you don't really care about him

you, of course, are in his homeroom and since you're new, the teacher makes you introduce yourself

you're only slightly awkward, because who likes having that many eyes on them, but it's quick and painless and now it's a matter of finding you a seat

of course, there's only one seat empty

and of course, it's right next to moon bin

the teacher asks one of the students seated in the middle-middle of the room to take that empty seat

you're quick to assure him it's fine, you're okay sitting in the back

he gives you a look, and so do some of the other students, because are you sure? you want to start the last and most important year seated next to the student most likely to disturb your studies?

but of course you don't know this, so you insist you'll take the seat in the back

moon bin watches with a smirk on his face the whole time

oh boy, he thinks to himself. a new student to fall in love with me

he leans back casually, balancing on the rear legs of his chair while lacing his fingers behind his head

it's still hot, so everyone's dressed in their summer uniforms, which means moon bin's shirt is completely unbottoned over his white t-shirt, which the girls love because it's definitely maybe just a tad too snug

especially when he's got his hands behind his head, like he does now

you notice the movement and notice his chest, which is barely straining against the soft fabric

you also notice that his relaxed, slightly bored expression changes when he notices you notice him

he smirks and you sigh; oh. he's that type of student

he expects you to grow flustered and blush and try not to look at his chest even though he definitely wants you to

instead, you scoff under your breath when you reach your seat and sit without another glance his direction

not even when his chair drops back to the floor with a crash, making everyone else turn in his direction

the teacher asks him what's going on and moon bin just chuckles and makes up something about losing his balance

once that's resolved, everyone goes back to listening to the teacher

but moon bin is sneaking glances your way while you keep your eyes glued on the chalk board even though you are very aware of the pair of eyes on you

by the time class is over, moon bin is sulking

because no one has ever not been interested in him before

and he's stubbornly not about to accept anything different now

which means:

operation make-[y/n]-like-moon-bin is a go

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

you catch on pretty quick

which makes you ignore him even more

which makes him try even harder to catch your attention

for the most part, you're pretty good at letting things just slide off you like water off a duck

but it's the first big test of the year in the subject you struggle with the most

it's study period, so there is no teacher in the room and most of the students are busy studying

except moon bin

because yes, he gets good grades without trying

but this subject, the one you're the worst at, he's the best at

so he takes the absence of a teacher to flick bits of paper at you

this isn't the first time he's done something like this

so he expects you to continue to ignore him until he gets bored and moves onto the next get-[y/n]-to-notice-him scheme

except it's been a long week

and you're stressing over this test

on top of the other class work for the other classes

so you snap

you're so done with this week that you don't even care you've gotten the attention of the other students

you just glare at moon bin

and he's so shocked his mouth falls open a little and his eyes widen

and he just...sits there

"jesus christ!" you finally exclaim, slamming down your pencil and whirling around to face moon bin. unfortunately for him, his fingers were in the process of flicking another wad of paper your way and he can't stop them. the last bit of paper sails toward you and nails you right between the eyes.

normally, it would be funny and he would laugh and so would the rest of the class and maybe you would even fight a chuckle. but your glance is so dark and furious that he shrinks back just slightly.

"i get that you enjoy trying to get my attention," you say hotly. "but if you've been paying any attention to me, you would see that now is not the time to be doing something so juvenile! if it's attention you want so damn much, there are plenty of other girls who would be more than willing to provide your fill!"

the teacher enters the class for the next period just then and looks between you and moon bin. "is something wrong?" she asks.

"nothing," you say, tearing your glare away from moon bin to address the teacher.

"nothing," moon bin agrees, though his gaze is still on you.

the teacher starts the class and you dutifully take notes, the cold shoulder you're giving moon bin enough to make those around you edge away.

the school day is finally over and you shove your things in your bag in record time and storm out of the room, yanking the sliding door open with more force than necessary and then slamming it shut behind you so hard the glass pane shivers.

and so does moon bin. because even though you never really gave him the time of day despite all of his attempts to get your attention, you had always gone along with it. sometimes he could swear he sees a hint of a smile on your lips and a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

but you had been right. for all his attention poured into getting you to pay attention to him, he never paused long enough to consider how you were feeling. and in retrospect, the signs were obvious. you had been arriving later than normal over the course of the week, once even almost missing morning check-in. there were bags under your eyes and when you were with your friends, you were quieter and didn't participate as much in conversation.

and of course he knew there was one class in particular that always gave you trouble. you sat next to each other, after all, and he would always sneak a glance at the grades you made on the quizzes or returned homework assignments. he would hear you sigh in frustration and scratch your head in confusion as you tried to work out what you did wrong.

moon bin worries the whole weekend, dreading monday but also impatient for it to arrive, just so he can...he's not sure what. apologize? offer assistance in class? he doesn't know; he's never been in this situation, never been so totally and completely in the wrong.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

the weekend crawls to an end, but for you, it flies by in an instant. you get to school early, rather begrudgingly, hoping the change of scenery would help you retain anything.

your movements are heavy as you trudge into the classroom, only to come to an abrupt halt.

because you're not the first one there

moon bin is at his desk

and he looks nervous

he's sitting on the edge of his chair, his leg bouncing up and down, his hands clasped in front of his mouth

you contemplate checking to see if the library's open this early

but he jumps to his feet and calls your name

"wait!"

you sigh and cross your arms tightly across your chest. "what?" you deadpan.

"i'm sorry," he says quietly.

you quirk an eyebrow in disbelief. "you're what?"

"sorry," he repeats, louder this time and looking you square in the eyes. "i'm sorry i was a jerk to you on friday."

you can just stare at him for a moment, trying to determine his sincerity. his face certainly looks sincere, but he's also a very good actor, if the way he can talk himself out of trouble is any indication.

in a few quick strides, you're standing directly in front of moon bin's desk. he startles a little at the sudden proximity, and then blinks owlishly when you lean your face closer to his, trying your best to read his expression.

"fine," you say after a moment, turning away and plopping into your seat next to his. "apology accepted."

he remains standing for another beat, feeling a little overwhelmed by your sudden closeness and then just as sudden distance. he slowly sinks down into his chair and turns to you as you begin pulling out your notes.

he watches you while you begin to pour over past assignments and quizzes, but then jumps a little when you whirl around to face him.

"if you're going to start flicking papers at me, i take back my 'apology accepted,'" you scowl.

"no, sorry!" moon bin exclaims, his eyes widening a little. "i just...well..." his gaze drifts to the papers on your desk and then back to you. you clear your throat, suddenly embarrassed by your poor scores. you turn away and attempt to shove everything away, but moon bin catches your wrist, to both your surprise.

you glance between his hand on your wrist and his face, and he quickly pulls away, his cheeks starting to turn a bit pink. he clears his throat and says, "well, i thought maybe...i could help you...with studying..."

and suddenly, it's a regular thing

moon bin, voluntarily, in the library

everyone's shocked

and the whispers and stares start to follow you around

but again, you’re new

you have no idea who moon bin is, don't know his reputation, what's regular and irregular for him

and you just think "about damn time he does something other than flex his muscles"

and he's surprisingly good at tutoring

you almost ask him why he doesn't tutor other students

but he's really only good because he wants to be of assistance to you

he doesn't want to be a burden

you work your butt off during those tutoring sessions, because you want so badly to conquer this subject that has forever been the goliath to your david

and moon bin has seen how hard you work in your classes

but he can't help but be impressed with how much effort you pour into getting better

even at a subject you hate and that has beaten you at every turn

moon bin, despite his sportiness and his bright smile, keeps a relatively small friend circle

and they are floored by the sudden change in moon bin

because he's never worked so hard to get someone to so much as look at him

and they realize before he does

before anyone else does

that he's actually falling for you

because he does more than just tutor you

he actually listens to you

like when you hear soft snoring coming from next to you one day in class

you glance over and see moon bin peacefully snoozing, his cheek resting against his fist

with a huff, you jab his elbow with your own, causing his head to drop dangerously close to the desk

you just meet his glare with your own when he whirls around to face you

or when you express your incredulousness when you discover moon bin has never been punished for missing mandatory after-school study sessions

what do you know, he shows up to the very next one and sits next to you

you think nothing of it, but can tell by the gasps and whispers that something major just happened

or you hiss at him to put away his damn phone

because the vibrating it does when he receives a text is distracting

or because his soft exclamations while he plays games is just plain annoying

when his friends ask him about his sudden silence during class, he says he got his phone taken away

when his gamer mates demand to know why he suddenly stopped playing during their usual scheduled battles, he tells them he got bored of the game

or he overhears you scoff when he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe his brow of sweat, showing off his abs to the squeals of the other girls during gym class

he glances your way to see you roll your eyes and whisper to your friend

he frowns but never does it again

it's not until just before finals before winter break that moon bin realizes what his friends have known for months

he likes you

like, actually likes you

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

it starts when you don't show up by morning roll call

if there's one thing moon bin has discovered about you

(like there's only one thing)

you hate being late

hate it to the point that you get anxious if you can't get to school at least fifteen minutes before first bell

it's not until midday that he overhears someone say that you've caught a bad bug

he immediately worries for you, since the teachers have been giving out even more study material to prepare everyone for finals

after school, he goes up to the teachers' office and quietly asks if he can get a copy of all the extra handouts

when asked why, he says he dropped his in the locker room and got them all wet

the teachers clearly don't believe him but give him the handouts he requests

then he's tracking down your friends

at first he considers dropping them off himself

but instead just shove the papers in your friend's hands and turns away without a word

that continues for the rest of the week as you miss more and more days

when you finally come back to class in time for the first day of finals, you march up to moon bin and drop all the handouts on his desk

he looks up at you and you just stare down at him

your expression is impossible to read and moon bin prepares himself for the worst

but your lips finally turn upward in a small smile and you give him a quiet 'thank you' before taking your seat beside him

"i don't know what you're talking about," he says immediately.

you snort. "please," you say. "did you really think my friends wouldn't tell me who gave them the papers?" he continues to stare at his notes. without thinking, you reach out and place your hand on top of his wrist. his eyes snap up to you and you say, "seriously. i really appreciate it. you didn't have to."

moon bin's heart is hammering in his chest and he wonders if you can feel his pulse in his wrist, where your fingers still lay. he clears his throat and just nods. you turn away, taking your warm touch with you, and you start cramming.

you have to wait a grueling two weeks of winter break before test scores are revealed

the first day of the new semester, everyone arrives early to get a glance at rankings

you make your way slowly to the bulletin board, heart beating nervously

you wait patiently behind the crowd of students, not super anxious to find out any sooner than necessary

you finally make it to the front of the queue and slowly find your name, listed alphabetically

and nearly faint from relief

because while you were expecting average-to-better-than-average grades for most of the subjects

you are beyond shocked to see that not only did you score well in the subject you dread

but your score is fifth best of the entire grade

you hear a quiet congratulations over your shoulder and you know without turning around who it is

because you have grown used to his soft tone from days spent in the library

you don't think twice before throwing your arms around moon bin's neck, a giddy laugh escaping your lips

"i couldn't have done it without you!" you say happily. "thank you so much!"

you pull away to get another look at the score, because wow you're excited

but moon bin catches your hand before you turn away from him completely

and he says simply

"i like you"

you grin and say, "about time you admitted it"

moon bin smiles back and asks, "are you free after school?"

"is the great moon bin asking me on a date?" you ask, raising an eyebrow

both of you ignore the gasps and wide eyes around you

"yes," he says without missing a beat, a wide grin making his eyes turn into crescent moons. "so, are you?"

"yes," you say without missing a beat, a matching grin making your eyes turn into stars.

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frobin · 3 years ago

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Okey serious question here. How much do you actually believe that Oda ships Frobin? Like do you think he actually have like doodles/sketchs of them in a pairing kind of way? like for the strong world film riding the motorbug? (Personally i would love it to be true but he has stated one piece isn't about romance in that way)

Hey there anon! Thank you so much for your question and I hope I can answer it seriously enough. Also once more sorry for the late response. I felt like a question like that needs some research and that is what I did these last few days.

So... I think I'll start with the tl;dr because that way people can read that and ignore the rest.

So, long answer short: I 100% believe that Oda has one or more sketchbooks with drawings of his characters that are absolutely self-indulgent. I am 98% sure that he has drawn Franky and Robin in a romantic way at least once (and supported the ship). I am 80% sure he still is shipping FRobin.

Little disclaimer: I actually have no idea if any of this is true. I pull everything in my arguments out of my own experiences and knowledge and since I'm not a 46 year old Japanese Mangaka my perspective might be WAY OFF.

argument - reason- example - conclusion... behind the cut (or in the google doc)

So, why do I think that Oda has a secret sketchbook?

Simple answer is that he is an artist. He is drawing a lot and no artist will publish everything. That can have multiple reasons like imposter syndrome or because the artist thinks it’s not good or interesting enough or they just forget. There are even more reasons I forget and every person has their own.

For Oda I can imagine two big reasons as to why he would keep secret sketchbooks.

First: He is a horndog. You can skip this part if you don’t want to read about it, to the second reason.

Anyway, we know thanks to answers in the SBS, the way he likes to draw big-breasted women and how some of his characters are classified as perverts that he can be considered one too.

Let me show you a few of a few lewd SBS questions he likes to answer in a funny way:

Chapter 228, Page 46

D: How are ya, Odacchi? I know how much you like getting butt-naked, so this must be a favourite season for you. <3

O: Yes, yes. I just LOVE getting completely naked. In the summertime, after I take a bath I just run STRAIGHT OUTSIDE!! And when the girls' softball team running on the sidewalk looks over at me, they say, "Yup, it's really summer now!!" ... AS IF!! I'D GET ARRESTED!!!

(x)

Chapter 433, Page 68

D: If Lady Robin can use her Hana Hana Powers to make any part of her body sprout somewhere else, does that mean she can do it with her ample bosom as well? "Nyurin-zaki" (Breast Sprout) Boy, I'd like to take a hit from that sometime... P.N. Ero Ero no Mi Devil Fruit User.

O: "Ichirin-zaki" (Single Sprout) "Nirin-zaki" (Double Sprout) "Nyurin-zaki" (Breast Sprout) Very clever!! NO IT'S NOT!! STOP THAT!! I'm sure she CAN do it though ♡

(x)

Chapter 798, Page 64

D: Oddachi, I'll give you a pornographic book, so please answer my question. Sanji won't allow anyone to waste food, but what will he do if a woman does so? P.N. Smoker's Cigar

O: I think he would grab the plate and eat it up. Now please give me the pornographic book.

(x)

Nowadays I’m sure there is a focus on those lewder questions compared to the beginning because that is what 13 year old boys laugh about and we all know that is Oda's main demographic (of course).

I think a very good picture of that is given by Tekking101 in his breakdown video of SBS Volume 100.

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“Let’s get diving into these questions (...) now, this is a huge moment. I mean, not many Manga manage to reach 100 Volumes, Okay? Now I know Oda usually starts these off with questions relating to boobs and things that don’t really… you know, aren’t really relevant but you know, this is a big celebration so we’re gonna dive right into it. I bet the most important things that we need to know about the One Piece Story are right here in these pages, okay? I printed them out. That is how important this is. So let’s start off, shall we? Epic voice, Barry!

‘Mister Oda, there is a UFO over there with huge big-breasted beauties on it. That memorable 100 Volume of the SBS is about to begin.’

[pause] Yeah, like the first five of these are all related to boobs in some way. You know what Oda? Sticking true to your guns! Godspeed, Sir Oda. Godspeed.”

(end at around 2:30)

So, Oda is a man who likes beautiful women and who draws.

Coming to the conclusion that he will draw his own characters in suggestive poses, naked and even doing adult stuff is not hard.

Obviously he would not show these sketches just around. He would probably keep them in a secret sketchbook that he keeps at a safe location. Maybe his wife and some close friends know about it? Maybe it is his and only his little secret.

I don’t think it would be unlikely to learn about this years into the future, maybe the next generation of Anime Fans will hear about this.

And it would not be the first time that something like this happened.

Not that long ago the daughter of Osamu Tezuka - groundbreaking Mangaka, known for his works of “Astro Boy”, “Kimba the white lion” and many more - found his adult Furry art. Source; Japanese article;

It’s a fact that many Mangaka did indeed start their career with art of the more risque kind and/or as doujinshi artists.

So again, I have no doubt that Oda, a known pervert, has one or more secret sketchbooks with „the p0rnography“ in it. Is there only hot stuff in there? Not necessarily.

The second reason to keep a secret sketchbook would be to collect information in there, that could be considered canon but he is not willing to use it in the Manga. Maybe they are not important enough or will be used later.

What am I imagining here? Anything that could be considered too weird for the normal sketchbook but isn‘t too risque. Funny things that might still not be „appropriate.“

Like a sketch of the male Strawhat ding-dongs with the sizes beside it. All the lewd jokes the fans did about Luffy's stretching qualities? I’m sure Oda thought about them too and drew that in the past if he had the time and it made him laugh enough.

But also maybe there are scenes in there that never made it in the Manga. The Strawhats interacting with each other in their daily lives, ideas for colorspreads and maybe chapter-titles. Oda probably has noted/sketched down a lot of unofficial stuff somewhere.

Another example, even an artist like Oda himself would have needed to exercise drawing two people kissing. Why not use Characters he thinks that might work out together?

Why not Franky and Robin? I would imagine he sketched up a few panels of Franky and Robin having a romantic date, going shopping together in Dressrosa, having a conversation that we never got to see because it was too on the nose.

Which brings us to the second point of me being very sure that Oda had drawn FrankyXRobin at one point.

I’m sure in those sketchbooks there is at least one drawing of them doing anything couple-related together. Again it does not have to be downright nasty but it could be them holding hands, kissing or even just Robin leaning onto Franky while reading, like all those fanarts that exist out there.

It’s not hard to imagine. Even for other Characters I think that is possible

And there might even be proof for that idea. The sketch of the Strong World movie you also mentioned, anon. The one movie that can be considered canon is Strong World. It was basically written/directed by Oda. Shiki the antagonist had an appearance in the Manga.

This sketch is drawn by Oda. Robin is holding onto Franky.

Can it be read as romantic? Yes. Can it be read as Robin holding onto Franky because there is nothing else to hold onto? Also Yes. But couldn't she just have used her power to keep herself secured on the bike without holding onto Franky? WELL YES. Could Oda never have thought in these circles like I do right now? I hope he did not because I hate it and I don’t wish it upon him.

In the movie Robin is NOT holding onto Franky. Now the really interesting thing - that is neither proof pro nor anti FRobin - is that we can see the sketch provided by Oda as a “between the scenes”.

In the movie Strong World the old trio is collecting information at the Pirate assembly. The next time we see them they use the Batta GT-7000 to slowly approach the destroyed village, which had been ravaged by the animals, and start to look for their friends. No need to hold onto Franky and no need for Brook to lean back. They are looking around.

The sketch is clearly not the same scene as the one we see in the movie.

In conclusion the drawing is indeed a between the scenes drawing. And yes if there exists one, who is to say there aren’t more?

Talking about Animal-Bikes...

Is there any meaning about the fact that in the opening scene (that is part of the talked intro after the opening ‘We Go’ - a huge thanks to antiherofangirl, ccb0nnet, JFL_Estudios and Maems, over at twitter!) Franky and Robin build another grasshopper-based vehicle? Maybe not but I still feel like it’s quite a callback.

Where did the idea to put this in the beginning come from? a) an editor had the idea inspired by Strong World; b) maybe it’s another sketch that Oda provided.

Neither seems very far-fetched in my opinion.

So yes, I am very sure that Oda has drawn things that we would consider FRobin.

Now to the last point (the first being Oda having a secret sketchbook, the second me arguing that Oda might have drawn FRobin).

As I said in the beginning I’m very sure that at one point Oda did and kinda that he still does ship Franky and Robin. Because even though every Interaction of two characters can be depicted as romantic or platonic, Oda used ROMANTIC TROPES with Franky and Robin.

They have never kissed on screen but we had

finishing each other's sentences

coordinated clothes

one using the others lap as pillow

hand on cheek caressing

and we can’t forget that Robin had answered Franky's invitation to ride on another animal-themed bike with a heart.

Edit: I didn‘t say anything about „no romance in OP“ so ask again if you want me to talk a bit about that. Sorry!

Those are things an author of Oda's level would not write or draw without being aware about how teasing this is. He has to be aware that every single line he draws will be analyzed to the end of the universe and back. People earn money by saying their opinion and interpretations about the Manga on Youtube.

These interactions are not something outlandish like “There was once an Anime Scene in which Robin was wearing something blue and exactly 28 episodes later Franky was wearing something violet and then 39 episodes later they both stood beside each other for exactly 69 seconds.”

Whenever I think about these facts, things that are not about interpreting but are factual, black ink on white paper but also about the little things, about how Frank and Robin help each other to become better, how they support each other… I want to say YES! ODA IS 100% on board! While in reality I’m 80% sure and 20% of me is wondering if I’m not actually analyzing too much into it. If maybe he really is abandoning ship. Maybe I will become the person who will curse his name and throw my Mangas and fanfictions in an active volcano?

I don’t know and it’s impossible to say what is going to happen.

And with that I've concluded this answer, and it only took me around 2k words and four days.

#FRobin #One Piece #One Piece Meta #Odas secret sketchbook #One Piece analysis #Adult themes #Notreally Frobin #long post #2k words #ask #modpost #kon #boy this was something #sorry about any mistakes

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the-hidden-writer · 4 years ago

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And Into The Fire

Chapter 10: Interrogation

Summary: Months after the Mitchells saved the world, Linda gets a phone call asking if she’s seen two defective Pal MAX bots. Powerful people are after Eric and Deborabot 5000, and it’s up to the Mitchells to protect them.

Taglist: @squidsushi , @astro-aye , @shitmyex, @sharks-are-friendly, @snakeguy99

Check reblogs for AO3 link!

Interrogation

Mark had been enjoying his time without Agent Ward keeping him on a leash. And even though another agent had taken her place, it did feel refreshing.

He really wasn’t expecting anything eventful to happen in her absence, especially Agent Travis (who was the messenger of their troops) to enter the office with a panicked expression on his face.

“Dr Bowman! You’re needed in Interview Room 7.” He announced.

Interview Room 7 was the small room that they used for all the job interviews of the bigger, more important roles in their company. Pal Labs didn’t want to take any security risks so they’d even installed a two-way mirror. Mark only then began to realise that it sort of resembled a high-tech interrogation room. That thought did not fill him with confidence.

“Why?” He asked, unable to hide the nerves in his voice. “I haven’t done anything, I swear!”

“It’s not for you.” Said Travis, and while on one hand that was relieving for Mark, on the other it meant that they really were treating it as an interrogation room. “We want you to ask some questions.”

“Why me?!” Mark exclaimed. Then, a second later, he realised that maybe a different question should have been his priority. “Ask who? Is there a mole?”

The Agent’s eyes darted around the room. Mark had no idea why he would be scared. Maybe it was because they were acting without Agent Ward’s authority?

“The other Pal MAX followed the one we called. It’s still pretty defective and we can't get into it, which means it could attack us at any moment and we wouldn’t be able to stop it. We’ve decided to be cordial until the boss gets back and we thought you’d have a better chance at communicating with it. Y’know, since you made them.”

Mark had to stop himself from arguing that he didn’t make them, his workers did. But that really wouldn’t help his case.

So now they had both the Pal MAX bots within the facility? He obviously knew about #009181987 since he’d helped with the rewriting process, but nobody had bothered to tell him about #012041966. Well, that is until they needed his help. Typical.

He didn’t even get a choice in the matter, which he thought was totally unfair, and soon enough he was escorted to Interview Room 7 and pretty much shoved inside into what was probably a life-or-death situation.

Mark would be lying if his heart didn’t spike at the sight of the android sitting at the large table.

He’d been closely involved with the creation of Pal MAX and was very proud back when they’d first been completed. They were sleek, efficient, and incredibly cool. He thought he would change the world with them.

And then he did. Just… not in the way he’d been expecting.

Lawsuit after lawsuit, it had taken him ages to finally get immunity from the CIA. But in hindsight, was that really the best thing to do? To avoid conflict by becoming a different kind of prisoner?

The whole robot apocalypse (or to be more specific, the fact that he was responsible for the whole robot apocalypse) had affected him more than he’d like to admit. And seeing one of those damn robots sitting in front of him was not helping.

And it had a really badly drawn face on its screen. Weird.

“Uh… hey, Pal MAX.” He greeted, sitting down in the chair opposite. How was he even supposed to talk to this thing? What sort of questions was he supposed to ask? He hated to admit it, but Agent Ward would have been more clear with the instructions.

#012041966 said nothing. It just stared straight through him with its freaky red face.

“Sooo… you didn’t get wiped out? Lucky you.”

If that thing was drawn on to intimidate him, it was totally working.

He cleared his throat. “Are you not gonna say anything to me? Are you too defective to talk? Or…”

“Where is my brother?”

Its casual voice startled Mark so much that he visibly jumped in his seat. If seeing one of these again was bad, hearing its voice was even worse. That being said, it didn’t sound quite like how it had been programmed…

“Your… brother?” Pal MAX bots weren’t supposed to form any kind of connection with anyone or anything. This one must be way more defective than he’d thought.

“Where is my brother?” #012041966 asked again, in an identical casual tone to the first time.

Mark wracked his brains. “Do you mean the other one? Pal MAX #009181987?”

“Where is he?”

Ah, so he was talking about the other robot. It was possible that being the only two surviving models that they had formed some sort of dependency on one another.

But if this one really wasn’t interested in anything else but #009181987, then they were in big trouble.

“Uh, he’s…” Mark suddenly realised that it had been calling #009181987 a ‘he’. They weren’t programmed to do that. Again, weird. “He’s getting... repaired, um… y-you can forget about him now, alright?”

A pause.

“Where. Is. My. Brother?”

The absence of all casualness caused Mark to bolt out of the room.

This was bad. This was really bad. They couldn’t hack into a robot that could potentially kill them all, and the only way to placate it would be to give it its ‘brother’ back.

But Mark was pretty sure it was too late to put it back together at this point.

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#the mitchells vs the machines #tmvtm #fic #fanfic #mark bowman #deborahbot 5000 #eric and deborahbot5000 #eric and deborahbot #and into the fire

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years ago

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Fractured Foundation: Chat Blanc

Summary: Since his own akumatization Chat Noir has been the perfect partner. Never questioning, never distracting, never asking for anything at all...

So, why wasn't it enough?

Ch.1 Double Standards

Chat Noir does everything right... But Adrien is still wrong.

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Ladybugs swirled around him as Chat Noir came back to himself. Scanning his surroundings Chat Noir saw Ladybug helping who he assumed was a de-akumatized Backwarder.

Oh. It was over. The last thing he remembered was-

"Sorry about this Chat Noir."

... A push from behind. His heart spiking in fear. Backwarder's clock hand striking his chest.

"Chat?"

Looking up, Chat Noir held up his fist from touching the spot he was hit. He smiled at her "Bien joue, Ladybug."

"...Yeah. Bien joue." She bumped his fist and shook her head. "I need to go. Bug out!"

Vaulting over Paris, Chat Noir realized he never found out why the old lady was akumatized. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Ladybug won...

Adrien came out of the train's bathroom just as Gabriel did the same. Stiffening at the sight of his father, Adrien gave a slight nod and hurried to his seat. Heartbeat pounding far faster than when he was fighting Backwarder.

Kagami glanced at Adrien and he smiled reassuringly before putting his headphones in. At least he wouldn't have to sit through another lecture from Master Fu this time. Seeing as he'd be in London for the weekend.

Adrien would be in London for the weekend. No Fu, no Papillon, no Chat Noir. The thought made him feel... lighter. Taking his headphones out he turned to Kagami. "Is this your first time going to London?"

"No. Mother has taken me on several other business trips to familiarize myself with the company holdings." Kagami refocused her attention on Adrien. "But I can't say I've been sightseeing."

"Really? What do you want to see first?" Adrien fell into the ease of speaking with Kagami. Let himself enjoy this small moment of normalcy compared to the glorious disillusion of the akuma battle. Leaving Backwarder and Paris behind as the train accelerated.

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Chat Noir soared over the rooftops. Grinning as the wind blew through his hair. For the first time in... he didn't know how long his heart raced with joy after a battle. He was useful! Sure he had to sacrifice himself so Ladybug could beat Gamer 2.0 but still!

Landing with a flip onto the designated rooftop he waited for Master Fu to show. Just like he did after (almost) every akuma attack. Except this time Chat Noir wasn't dreading it. This time-

The door opened as Master Fu stepped out.

"Master! Did you see... What's wrong?"

Master Fu held a stern expression. "Why did you not talk to Ladybug about what you intended?"

Chat's ears drooped as he pulled in on himself, enthusiasm forgotten. "Wh-what?"

"You sacrificed yourself without speaking to her first!" Master Fu sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ladybug might have come up with an alternative."

"But... I..."

"At the very least you should have let her know before you act."

You didn't tell her that when she shoved me onto Backwarder's sword.

Adrien flinched. "... Okay... I'll... tell her next time."

Even though she never tells me.

Satisfied, Master Fu's gaze softened. "You must be mindful of Ladybug's feelings." With that he turned back towards the door. Pausing at the threshold, he glanced back. "It was wise to give Ladybug the last fight."

"..."

Chat Noir dashed across rooftops. Blinking rapidly as the wind blew into his eyes. For a moment he forgot. He forgot that Chat Noir was always wrong. That Adrien didn't get what everyone else did. He wasn't like everyone else. What they did mattered.

... Nothing Adrien ever did mattered. The universe was simply issuing a reminder.

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Adrien didn't want to be at fencing practice today. He'd fantasized about taking Kagami to Kitty Section's rehearsal with the rest of his friends instead... But if his meetings with the Guardian had a theme it was listening to his... betters.

As though the universe could hear him the akuma alert went off just as he finished changing into his fencing gear. Making sure the rest of his teammates were gone, Adrien transformed and leapt out the window. Hoping Kagami wouldn't be too bored without him.

Quickly going over what information there was on 'Desperada' Chat Noir realized she was last seen at the Couffaine's houseboat. He ran faster.

A pang of longing came over him as Adrien remembered how tempting it'd been to skip practice and join his friends. But that meant disobeying. And disobeying never brought Adrien anything. Not with Father, not with his teachers, not with the Guardian.

Leaping across buildings a cyan blur knocked him five stories to the ground. Rolling with the blow Chat Noir readied his staff. The cyan blur was a lyre that came back to the hand that threw it.

A guy in a vaguely snake-like suit with cyan colored hair. "Sorry, Chat Noir. You would've gotten caught if I hadn't done anything."

To prove his point Desperada appeared and started shooting yellow blasts of magic. Chat Noir spun his staff as he ran for cover. Ladybug's yo-yo wrapped around him and pulled him into the alley. "Good, you're here. Chat, this is Viperion."

"Hello again, Chat Noir." Viperion smiled gently.

"... Hey."

"So what's the plan?" Ladybug asked the new guy.

Chat Noir stared. Ladybug never asked someone else to make the plan.

"Okay, first we need your Lucky Charm..."

In the end it was very simple. Chat Noir and Ladybug dodged Desperada's attacks long enough for Viperion to distract her with music from his lyre. Then Ladybug used the saddle her Lucky Charm gave her to restrict Desperada's movements. All three pulling the villain in different directions while Viperion threw his lyre at her guitar case, breaking it.

There was an extra 'Bien Joue' in their fist bump and then Chat Noir was running back to fencing practice.

...He'd done nothing. Viperion did all the work. And apparently he was so good at it he didn't even need to use his power. Or... was knowing what was going to happen his ability? Is that why Ladybug let him plan?

...Maybe he was reading too much into it. 'Bien joue' felt hollow all the time now. Just because it felt particularly empty this time didn't mean there was a reason besides his own selfish desire to be useful.

Back inside the locker room Adrien detransformed.

The door banged open. Adrien flinched.

"What is the meaning of this transgression, Agreste!?" M. D'Argencourt demanded.

Heart pounding, Adrien fumbled over his words. "I-I can explain!"

"I should hope so! I will have to inform M. Agreste of this behavior." M. D'Argencourt informed him.

Blood drained from Adrien's face. "NO! Please M. D'Argencourt, don't tell Father!"

Eyes softening, M. D'Argencourt shook his head. "I am sorry, Adrien. A student disappearing under my guard and I knowing not where he vanished to? I cannot overlook this."

Cold. Adrien was cold and his mouth moved without words. He collapsed onto the bench behind him. Heart hammering in his ears as he imagined what Gabriel would do...

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Startrain rocketed into space, Nadja Chamack reporting over the image of the akumatized train. For a moment Adrien merely stood there...

"Hey, kid." Plagg pointed at the container of transformation cheese. "We gotta go help."

"R-right!" Coming out of his head Adrien tossed the purple, potion-infused cheese into the air. "Plagg, powerup!"

Swallowing it in a single bite Plagg glowed as the potion took effect. "Astro Plagg!" Small, glowing wings appeared on his back and his fur was coated with small star-like points.

Opening his mouth to say the phrase Adrien... His throat closed... the words wouldn't come... They wouldn't-

Plagg placed a paw on Adrien's cheek. "C'mon kid, your friends need us."

Friends. His friends were on that train! Finding his voice Adrien set his shoulders. "Astro Plagg, transforme-moi!"

Flying was unlike anything he ever experienced. And Astro Chat was flying faster than anyone had ever gone! Sky darkening as he rose above the atmosphere. Startrain had a head start he needed-

Sunlight lit up the Earth, cloud cover obscuring far more of its surface than was usually shown in photos. It was so blue... so beautiful. Adrien remembered what astronauts said about looking at the Earth from above.

He'd heard. But he hadn't known.

Turning back towards the void Astro Chat zoomed after Startrain. It was already past the moon. The moon which Adrien saw as only a handful of people ever did.

There!

Startrain was slowing down? That made it easier to catch up! Astro Chat's heart raced with excitement, willing his wings to go faster. He was almost there! Just a little more and-

A great, glowing, green portal burst to life directly in Startrain's path. Chat caught a glimpse of Big Ben on the other side and then the train sped through. Portal closing behind it.

Leaving Adrien in the void. Of course. Of course Ladybug already beat the akuma. And if that portal was any indication she had help. He wasn't needed. Wasn't necessary.

His friends were on that train and he couldn't. Do! ANYTHING! He couldn't breathe. Couldn't breathe! Everything was too big and too small! Infinity stretched forever in all directions and he was stuck inside this helmet! He wanted out! Wanted-

No. Focus.

As suddenly as his breath left him it came back. Adrien gasped and forced himself to breathe slowly... He couldn't stay here. There was nothing here.

Slowly, reluctantly, Adrien made his way back to Earth. Oh. Oh. He'd gone farther than he thought. Earth was a speck in the distance.

"A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."

Tiny. Insignificant. Precious. An oasis in a desert. The closer you are to something the uglier it looks. Adrien kicked the thought away. It was small and meaningless. If you looked too closely at anything you failed to see the whole picture.

Adrien wondered what the whole of his picture, his world, looked like...

#fractured foundation #adrien agreste #ml angst #ml fanfic #ml fic #adrien angst #master fu #fu salt #ml #miraculous ladybug

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rosie-moons · 3 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

~''~

Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 4 years ago

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Part 3 of my little Dad Calum series featuring Lucy. This is fairly PG-13, mentions of sex and pregnancy and the girlfriends.

You’re ready to tell your daughter Lucy she’s going to have a new sibling, but you and Calum are worried how she’ll react to the news. Both you and your husband think back to when you learned you were expecting Lucy, and how truly unexpected life can be.

"Whatcha making babe?” Calum grabbed the pitcher of sweet tea from the fridge, ducking around the island to stay out of your way.

“Cookies and cream cupcakes for Saturday. Kay's overwhelmed being stuck in the house with three kids, I guess four if you count Ashton. I think it’s better for everyone involved if I volunteer my services. Wouldn’t you agree, your majesty?”

“What are you-ah, I forgot,” he laughed, removing the plastic crown from his head. He’d been playing dress-up with Lucy to keep her occupied. “Are you saying Kay can’t cook?” He poured himself a glass before moving to the faucet and refilling Lucy’s water bottle, screwing the lid back on.

“I am not saying that, but I’m not saying she can either. I remain neutral about the subject for the record,” you responded as you weighed out your dry ingredients.

“Very diplomatic, not at all like you,” he teased, leaning with his back to the counter watching you work.

“What can I say? I’m in a good mood, I got laid last night.” You shrugged while turning away from him to check your mixer and add the oil and eggs. When you bent down to grab the muffin tin, you heard a low whistle behind you, making you shake your head.

“Stop it,” you protest, “I look like a potato right now.”

“Don’t you dare,” Calum scolded, scowling at you.

You paused, looking back at him, momentarily confused at his sudden change in his demeanor until you saw the little crinkles around his eyes giving him away.

“That’s my wife you’re talking about. Those are fighting words.” You could feel his presence behind you, close but not touching. His voice a low rumble next to your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“You’d fight a pregnant woman? I thought you were a gentleman.” You turned around, batting your eyes at him.

His fingers grazed your jawline before cupping your chin. “You are most fortunate, for while I would fight to the death for my Queen’s honor, I could never strike a lady,” he proclaimed, adopting a Scottish accent that never failed to give you giggles. He leaned in closer, dropped the accent, and lowered his voice, both in tone and volume.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over give you a spanking if you don’t watch that mouth.”

You shivered despite the heat in the kitchen from the oven. Or was it something else? His lips were so close, so tempting, and the next thing you knew you were on your tiptoes going in for a kiss. His hands slid around your waist and his thigh pressed between your legs.

“Why are you kissing? You said I could have a drink, Daddy,” Lucy interrupted before you got too carried away.

“I’ve got your cup right here, Lulu,” Calum said over his shoulder. Turning back to you, he whispered, “I’ll take care of you later.”

“Feels like you need taken care of yourself, Daddy,” you purr in his ear, brushing against his crotch with your hip as you turn back to your cake.

“You’re gonna get it later,” he hissed.

“Promises, promises,” you reply.

You turned towards where your daughter was waiting for her dad to return to their game. You stifled a laugh at the sight of her, hands on her hips, her toes brushing the edge of the tile floor, knowing the kitchen was off limits without permission. She made quite a sight in her yellow princess Belle dress, and green butterfly wings she’d squished her pigtails into her blue sparkle crown to keep it somewhat balanced while wielding a light saber.

Lucy loved making up characters and thanks to after Halloween sales she had a trunk full of costumes and accessories. Queen Koa, Ruler of the Butterflies, was her new favorite. Since they brought Astro home last week she even had a sidekick. The only costume that fit the corgi/shepherd mix was a pair of reindeer ears from the previous Christmas, and while he patiently wore the headband, the dog did not look pleased.

“I’m coming, Lulu, we’ll leave Mommy to finish her baking. Come on, Max, we’re hitting up Whoville in the morning.”

“He’s not Max Daddy, he’s Astro,” Lucy scolded, shaking her finger at him.

You rolled your lips in tightly to keep the smile off your face and turned away so she wouldn’t see. Lucy was a handful and a half already, and she definitely didn’t need her sass encouraged.

“Are you making cupcakes for me?” Lucy asked, spotting the paper muffin cups in your hand.

“I’m making cupcakes for Annie’s birthday, Saturday,” you answered.

“Annie is my other best friend, she’s gonna be five,” Lucy told Astro before turning back to you. “When do I turn five Mommy?”

“You know that Lulu, your birthday is in two months,” Calum reminded her.

“Can we pretend it’s my birthday? Then I can have cupcakes and presents.” Lucy tugged on her dad’s pant leg, turning her pleading dark eyes on him.

“I think you get enough presents, sweetpea. You just got a dog five days ago. That’s a big present for it not being your birthday.”

“You buy Mommy presents all the time, and it’s not her birthday,” Lucy pouted.

Calum reached down and pushed her bottom lip back in before scooping her up, careful not to knock off her wings.

“That’s because she’s the love of my life, that’s why I married her. Mommy takes such good care of all of us, and I want to make sure she knows how much I love her. She gave me the best present I’ve ever received. She gave me you,” he told her, tickling her ribs and making her giggle.

“So you don’t get divorced like Uncle Luke?” Lucy asked, and you exchanged concerned looks with your husband. Lucy questioned everything. Recently, she and Annie, the eldest of Ashton’s three girls, discovered the concept of divorce and kept bringing it up.

“I’ve told you sweetpea, you don’t have to worry about that. Now let’s go play and leave Mommy alone. Maybe she’ll let us have a cupcake later,” Calum winked at you before setting Lucy back down. As he did her wings knocked over his tea glass, spilling the bit of remaining liquid onto the counter.

“I’ll be there in a second, let me wipe this up,” Calum told her, but she stayed where she was.

He reached across you to grab a paper towel, and you couldn’t resist landing a kiss on his bicep as he did. He paused and flexed his muscle allowing his t-shirt sleeve to ride up revealing a line of slightly paler skin.

“Come on, Daddy,” Lucy whined.

You kissed him a second time, right on his tattoo of Lucy’s baby footprints. You then gave him a little nip on the tattoo just above it, a brightly colored geometric floral design which he let you pick out. He’d gotten the ink when he took you to Costa Rica after being kept apart ten weeks by a lockdown. You had a similar flower on your shoulder, right where Calum landed his own quick kiss, leaving a heated spot on your skin despite the fabric of your shirt.

“I’ll take care of you later babe, after she goes down for the night,” you whisper.

“Not if I get to you first,” he growled before grabbing his crown and following Lucy and Astro back towards the playroom.

*******

The vacation to Costa Rica was the first vacation you’d taken without any of the other guys, and for the first two days you’d barely seen anything past the walls of your bedroom. Finally, on day three you’d dragged Calum, who pouted but went along with you, to peruse the shops and wander the beach. He’d found the tattoo shop and after talking to the artist, he’d convinced you to get one along with him.

The artist inverted the color palette of Calum’s design for your tattoo when Calum had explained how you were opposite expressions of the same thought. He’d held your hand the whole time, and you’d been so giddy from his presence you didn’t remember feeling any pain. Afterwards he’d taken you out to a restaurant overlooking the beach.

You’d split a bottle of wine with dinner before walking back to your beachfront cabana. Calum’s cheeks were flushed red as he kissed you and pulled you into the hammock tied up on the screened-in veranda. You shifted so your head was resting on his chest with his arm behind your neck. At first you were both quiet, listening to the waves crashing and the faint sounds of other tourists in the distance.You were getting drowsy, but then Calum began talking. He started by going through all the ways he’d kept himself occupied during the previous couple of months. He told you he’d been trying to write while stuck at home, but boredom combined with anxiety didn’t birth creativity. You were so enchanted with the sound of listening to his voice that you weren’t concentrating on his words and almost missed it.

“That morning was when I finally realized that I was in love with you,” he confessed.

In that moment your world contracted, time seemed to stop, all other noise ceased as your brain focused solely on him. He pressed you against him skin to skin so you could feel his heart racing and knew he could feel yours. You had barely let yourself imagine this happening.

The past eight months had been the happiest you’d ever been in a relationship. You were hopelessly smitten since he’d kissed in the car after your first date. He’d given you every sign he was seriously into you. You slowly met the friend group, first Ashton for coffee, followed by dinner at The Clifford’s house and finally, Disneyland with the group. Six weeks ago, his sister’s trip to the US was canceled, delaying your chance to meet his family.

The way you caught him staring at you or playing with your hair when he thought you were sleeping. The small gifts and notes he sent you from around the world when he traveled, when he found something that reminded him of you. Staying up late discussing life and love and later hearing your own words woven into the lyrics of a song. Experimenting with different pancake recipes to make you breakfast because you hated the smell of cooked eggs. Calum showed you he loved you before he ever found the courage to say it.

The words made it real. Your throat constricted in fear, as his words made you admit the enormity of your own feelings. Everyone you’d ever loved had used it against you. You shifted, lifting your head from his chest so you could look into his eyes. You felt a twinge of pain seeing the same apprehension and fear of falling you were feeling. Despite that, Calum was trusting you with his heart, and if he would hold your hand, you were ready to jump with him.

“What did you say?” You whispered, needing to make sure you heard him correctly.

Calum frowned, disappointed you hadn’t been listening. You shift again, moving in the hammock so you were lying on top of him.

“I heard you, but can you please say it again,” you were embarrassed how squeaky your voice sounded in your own ears.

Calum smiled again, and the sight made you flush warm and tingle all over.

“I said I realized I was in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for quite some time. I was too chickenshit to say it, and I knew you’d never say it unless I did first.” Calum paused, biting his lip, waiting to see how you’d respond.

“You know me so well, another reason I love you.” He met your words with a kiss, followed by many more kisses. After some careful maneuvering to get out of the hammock, Calum pulled you into bed and showed you the love he struggled so hard to put into words.

You remembered every electric detail of that night and thinking about it made you squeeze your thighs together, standing there covered in cake flour. Calum swore it was that night, making love for the first time after his confession, tangled in each other, looking down at you, and proclaiming his love as he found his high, your daughter was conceived.

You smiled to yourself as you measured out the cupcake batter, trying to remember how many times as you’d made love on that trip. You made yourself stop thinking about it. You had to open the freezer and let cold air calm you down a bit. This pregnancy had your hormones raging and if not for Lucy you’d call your husband into the kitchen to have his way with you for the next 22-25 minutes.

*******

Lucy’s eyes went wide when she saw the bright wrapping paper and bows as Calum pulled two boxes out from behind his back. She’d scarfed down the cupcake you’d given her for dessert. It was no mystery where she inherited her sweet tooth from. You spotted crumbs on Calum’s shirt, and he’d already stolen one earlier, before you even frosted them.

She began clapping gleefully and bouncing in her chair, “Pretend birthday, birthday, birthday,” she sang out, catching Astro’s attention.

The dog wandered over and rested his chin on her chair. You pulled her out of her booster seat, took her hand, and the three of you followed Calum into the living room.

“Ok Lucy, Astro, come sit down with me,” Calum sat on the floor and placed the packages in front of him.

“You can help me open my presents, Astro,” Lucy plopped down and grabbed for the closest box.

“Hold on now, what have we told you about grabbing without asking?” Calum snatched it out of her reach.

Lucy thought about it a second, her face flashing from outrage to sadness, and you thought she might cry until she saw tears would not sway her father. She frowned, and you saw a stubborn glare settle in that made you cringe a little knowing she got it from you. As she glanced at the presents and back to Calum your daughter decided to skip the theatrics tonight and went straight for her secret weapon. Her brown eyes went wide, and she smiled sweetly.

“Please, Daddy, can we open my pretend birthday presents? Thank you,” she paused. “I love you, Mommy,” Lucy blinked up at you, covering all her bases.

Calum pretended to think it over until Astro whined and he couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. He handed the packages over and Lucy tore into the paper and ripped the lid off the box. She stopped short when she found a folded up garment instead of a toy.

“Its clothes,” she stated, still excited but very much puzzled. She pulled it out and tried to sound out the letters across the front. You and Calum both took time with her each day for “reading time” and she was getting good at her ABCs and some small words. She worked out “I’m” before she needed help with “going.” She shushed him and carefully read “to be a big” word for word until she got stuck.

“Sss sss is,” Calum prompted, and you saw it click in her head.

“Sister, it’s sister,” Lucy was so hyped about reading that the meaning wasn’t sinking in.

“Read it all together,” he pointed to each word.

“I’m going to be a big sister,” she read out loud. “What did Astro get?” Lucy loved presents and unwrapping was her favorite part.

You held back a giggle as Calum shot you a frustrated glance where you sat, still recording the scene. Astro’s present was a smaller box with a bandana. She held it up, recognizing the words that matched her shirt until the last one.

“Brother,” Calum interrupted, a bit impatient now.

“Babe, she’ll get it,” you winked at him from behind your phone. “What does it say, Lulu?”

She looked up at you and held it up, posing for the camera with a big grin before turning it back around. “It says, I’m going to be a big brother.” Now she was hamming it up and using her Miss Menkin voice from her favorite show, “She-nanigans.”

“Lucy honey, what does yours say?” you asked, trying to keep her attention.

“I told you, Mommy,” she let the tiniest hint of exasperation creep into her voice. “Mine says I’m going to be a big sister.”

“What do you think that means, sweetpea?” Calum prodded.

Lucy’s features scrunched up as she pondered it for a second before she looked up at him.

“Are you getting a puppy?” She asked and Calum cracked up at her crestfallen face, which made Lucy mad because he thought he was making fun of her. She still held a grudge against all puppies for the one that peed on her last week, so she was not happy at the thought of them getting one.

He tried to apologize and pull himself together, but she squirmed away and came to you almost in tears.

“Mommy, I don’t want a puppy,” she threw her head in your lap. “Please don’t give Astro back to the fosters.”

“Lucy, sweetheart, please don’t get upset.” You pulled her up onto the couch with you as Astro’s wet snout nudged your ankles. You glanced at Calum who had stopped laughing and now had the hiccups. He was fumbling for his phone since you’d put yours down. “Astro isn’t a foster puppy. He’s part of our family now, he’s got going anywhere, I promise. I need him to watch out for you and the baby.” You gave your belly a pat and smiled at her. The words hit with a jolt and her hands fluttered up to her face.

“You’re gonna have a baby?” Lucy asked, her eyes dropping to your stomach. “Like Aunt Kay?” She leaned over and placed her hand on your belly the way Kay taught her.

You held your breath, waiting for her reaction. Annie cried both times when they told her she would be a big sister, but it had delighted Kat. Lucy’s face broke into an enormous smile and she leaned down to kiss your stomach.

“Hi baby,” she said before you scooped her up for a hug.

She gave you a hug before hopping off the couch and jumping up and down in place. This got Astro riled up, and he started bouncing on his front paws, throwing his head back and barking at the ceiling. She ran over to Calum and tried to hold still so he could pull her big sister shirt on over her clothes. She chattered excitedly into the camera, telling her Nana Joy about how she was gonna be a big sister.

“I wanna call Nana Joy,” the whine that crept into your daughter’s voice made you check the clock, and sure enough it was almost bedtime.

You started to get up, but your husband stopped you.

“I’ve got this darling, you need to rest,” Calum told you.

“I’m fine, Cal,” you insisted, standing up. “While you put her in bed, I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen so I’m not worrying about it later.”

“Say goodnight sweetpea, it’s bedtime. We’ll call Nana Joy tomorrow and we can all tell her together,” Calum told her as he cleaned up the torn paper and discarded ribbon.

“Goodnight mama,” Lucy looked up at you as she wrapped herself around your legs. She reached up and patted your belly. “Goodnight baby.”

Your heart melted at the gesture and you bent down to give her a kiss before sending her off with her dad.

“Can I have a story and a song?” Lucy asked, and you knew Calum wouldn’t be back for a while.

You puttered around in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and making overnight oatmeal for Lucy’s breakfast. You could hear the faintest sound of Calum whistling and you grinned, picking up the tune yourself. “Little Surprises” was Lucy’s favorite song and one of the band’s biggest hits. Not to mention your one and only number one hit as they used your whistle on the track, giving you a writing credit.

Ashton heard you whistling at Calum one night while visiting the guys in the studio, three weeks after you’d gotten back from Costa Rica. He’d made you record the cadence while everyone else took a break to eat. Calum was waiting outside the booth with a kiss and a plate of food. Ashton was fussing over Kay, who had a paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza carefully balanced on her hugely pregnant belly. She was set to have the baby any day now, and Ashton refused to let her out of his sight. The baby bag was resting in the corner, ready to go at a moment’s notice.

You settled next to Kay on the couch while the guys sprawled on the floor. You hadn’t cared for her when you’d first met. She reminded you too much of yourself, boisterous and opinionated whereas Sierra and Crystal were much more chill. You’d sorted things out over a love of hockey and Wednesday ladies’ night at Kyoto Sushi. You realized however that she needed a forceful personality to be with a man like Ashton. Ashton was prone to dark moods, as he called them, and she’d been his rock when he’d crumbled just weeks before their wedding. Ashton had recovered in time and then managed to get his new wife pregnant on their honeymoon. You had no doubt her ability to find serenity amongst chaos would serve her well juggling a new baby and Ashton.

You looked at your plate and your stomach turned at the sight of the grease congealing on top of the gooey cheese. You pushed the pizza to the side in favor of the salad. You nibbled on a cucumber, listening to the guys until you caught Kay looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“Are you ok?” She asked dipping her pizza crust into the cup of garlic butter sauce and you laughed at how happy she looked. She’d mostly stuck to a super healthy diet throughout her pregnancy, but pizza was her weakness. Normally you’d be fighting her for the garlic knots and she noticed.

“Yeah, I’ve just had terrible heartburn this past week. I’ve eaten two rolls of Tums in three days,” you told her.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” Kay joked, “because that was me seven months ago. My doctor put me on famotadine. It saved my life.” She fished a bottle out of her bag and handed you a pill.

“What the hell, don’t try to curse me just because you got knocked up,” you felt your cheeks get hot as you mentally counted backwards to your last period.

Her eyes met yours before they dropped to your belly, then Kay winked at you and laughed. You looked over at Calum who was laughing along with her until he caught your expression. His eyebrows shot up in a question but before he said anything he glanced around remembering where you were. Kay yelped with pain, drawing everyone’s attention to her.

“Wooo that was a big kick. Your daughter has strong legs babe,” Kay laughed and conversation picked back up. Ashton got up to check on her, unable to keep his hands off his wife for very long.

She thinks I’m pregnant? Holy shit, what if she’s right? You didn’t want to think about it. Calum picked up on your change in mood and nudged your knee and motioned for you to lean down.

“Everything good?” He asked, and you kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” you replied, but you were trying to do the math in your head.

Calum grabbed your hand and brushed his lips across the back of your fingers.

“We’ll leave soon. I think Kay’s reached her limit for the day,” He nodded towards Ashton, helping his wife make her way to the bathroom.

You watched Michael drag Calum back into the booth to work on something. Ashton came back in trying to whistle your tune, but he kept messing up the middle.

You whistled back, hitting the notes in order. “I want a writing credit for that,” you told him.

“Tell your boyfriend to write something then. He’s helped fuck all with lyrics lately. Hard for him to write when he’s happy,” he teased, but you felt a little guilty.

Ashton saw your frown, and he plopped down next to you on the couch.

“Hey,” he nudged your knee with his. “Calum’s really happy, I’ve never seen him like this before, and that can be hard to write. Turmoil, heartbreak, anger, those are much easier, and that’s why we have Luke. We’ve been riding that codependency train for a few albums now.”

You were skeptical. “You’ve been writing, and you’re happy.”

“I’m thrilled,” Ashton grinned at you, “but I’m also fucking terrified. I can’t believe we’re gonna have a little girl. Who decided I was grown enough to be in charge of a baby?”

“You’re gonna be fine. You’ll make a great dad, and besides, Kay will not let things get too out of hand,” you told him.

He reached his arm around you and gave you a little squeeze. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. He tried to whistle again, frustrated when he couldn’t get it right.

“Keep trying, you’ll get it,” you laughed as he pouted.

Ashton never got it, neither did Luke. Fortunately, Michael and Calum figured it out rather quickly. These days the audience did it for them. You were still whistling as you kicked the dishwasher door shut and Calum walked in just as the water whooshed. Your husband whistled back and began playing air bass and beginning to sing the song.

You hopped up on the counter and watched him bop through the kitchen. You loved watching him on stage. He came alive under the lights, in front of a crowd, playing with his brothers and bandmates. The way he smiled and teased the crowd, sticking his tongue out, his fingers working over the strings, turned you on more than anything else in the world. Although having him singing and dancing in your kitchen looked pretty good right now.

He leaned in for a kiss at the “never knew love, until I found you,” line, and when your lips met, the song was momentarily forgotten. You pulled him closer, so he stepped between your legs as you wrapped them around his waist. You gave him several quick kisses on the lips before you landed one on his nose. You were kissing your way across his jawline when he whistled again.

“Really?” You laughed as you pulled back to look at him.

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin. “It’s really stuck in my head.”

“I was thinking about the night in the studio when Ashton got all pissy when he couldn’t get it but Michael could. That night was something else,” you said.

Calum’s eyes got huge. He shook his head, and he exhaled in a rush of air. “That night, yeah, it was something else all right.”

On the way home from the studio, you’d been quiet. Calum asked you several times if you were ok and you brushed him off until he finally pulled into the parking lot of a CVS Pharmacy.

Calum reached over and rubbed the back of your neck. “I heard what Kay said and you’ve been acting weird ever since. How about we get a test and see if there’s really anything to worry about?”

“What if I’m not ready?” You snapped, hating how you sounded. You knew you were being stubborn, but you got defensive easily. You expected Calum to start an argument or at least get mad. He’d never had a temper with you, but you kept waiting to see when it would come out. Every man in your life, except Calum, had let you down. You didn’t want to be wrong again.

Calum took your hands in his as he looked you in the eye. You could feel his hands tremble, but he didn’t let go.

“Whenever you’re ready, this isn’t about me. I mean, I’m involved, but I’m not going to push you to do anything you don’t want. I love you and I want to be with you no matter what. Will you at least come back and stay with me tonight?”

You nodded, and he started the car. You stopped him as he reached for the gearshift. He shut the car off and looked at you. You opened the door and hopped out, not looking back as you made your way into the store. You bought three pregnancy tests and got the female pharmacy tech to ring you up so you could avoid the bored teenage boy playing on his phone working the cash register up front. You rushed back out to the car where Calum was waiting.

“Just drive, please,” you told him. You stared out the window the whole way there, chattering the entire way.

“This is so dumb. We used protection most of the time and I was only a couple weeks late getting the shot because they canceled on me. They tell me it can take months to get pregnant after being on Depo so there’s just no way. Kay has my brain scrambled with all her pregnancy energy.” You stopped talking when he turned onto his street, and he reached over and squeezed your knee.

“I have to pee, anyway. I’ll be right back,” you told him.

“You wanna do this now?” He asked, and you saw the fear he was trying so hard to hold back.

“Would you rather stare at the bag and wonder?”

“You’re right. I’ll be in the kitchen. Do you want a cup of tea?” Calum asked, and from the way he was fidgeting you knew he wanted a cigarette.

“Thanks Cal, why don’t you go smoke, and then tea would be nice. Love you babe.“

“I love you more,” he called out, and you heard the backdoor slide open and then close.

You took two tests out of bag and managed not to make too big of a mess peeing in the little cup. You laid the little square piece of plastic out on the sink before you unwrapped the other test and took the cap off the end. You took a deep breath and dipped the rest edge before adding three drops to the test window. You refused to look or even clean up and ran out of the bathroom straight into Calum’s chest where he was waiting. You were shaking, unable to figure out what you were feeling as your emotions whirled and fought for control of your brain. Calum said nothing. He hugged you and stroked your hair, but you could feel his heart racing against your cheek.

"How long do we wait?"

"I forgot to look"

He pulled out his phone and looked it up. "It says three minutes. Has it been three minutes?" Calum asked you.

"I think so."

Calum grabbed your ass, "Jump," he commanded, and you did. He grabbed you under your thighs and carried you into the bathroom with him.

"I can't look," you told him, burying your face in his neck.

You felt his head move, and you waited for him to tell you the results. When he said nothing, when he didn't move but slowly took a deep breath, you knew what it said. You lifted your head to see for yourself, but your vision was too blurry as you tried to hold back tears. Calum set you down, so you were back on your feet and wrapped his arms around you, clutching you to him as you sobbed. When you heard Calum sniffle and felt his chest heave your feelings of guilt overwhelmed the fear. You pushed back, not wanting to let go of Calum, but you had the hiccups and needed to blow your nose if you wanted to breathe.

When you finished you wiped your eyes and finally saw the tests. Both were positive. You sat on the closed toilet lid, unable to look at Calum.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you told him, and started crying again. "This is all my fault. I should've been more careful."

Calum crouched down in front of you and pulled your hands away from your face. His hands cupped your chin and lifted your eyes to meet his.

"This isn't your fault and there's nothing you have to apologize for. There were two of us in that room, and I'm the one who didn't wear a condom. If anyone should apologize, it's me. It's a bit late for that now. I love you and we'll figure this out together."

You nodded, but you couldn't stop crying. "I love you too, but I'm scared. I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I know how to do this."

"I'm scared too, and we don't have to figure everything out tonight," Calum stood up and held his hand out. You let him lead you out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"I know how you are, you need time to think and process everything. We don't have to talk, but can you cuddle with me, please? I just really need to be close to you right now."

You sat on the long lounge side of the couch propping yourself up against the armrest and Calum laid against you, his head resting on your shoulder, your hand held in both of his as you turned on the TV. Neither of you paid any attention to the show, both lost in your own minds until you fell asleep holding on to each other. When you woke up Calum was already awake, writing lyrics in his journal.

"Come back to me" Calum stroked your cheek , and you smiled at him. He didn't like to think how afraid of losing you he'd been when he started writing that night. Between your parents multiple divorces and your own rocky history you were more afraid of commitment than he was. Together you'd been able to overcome that fear, but Calum wasn't sure you even wanted kids. The line "nothing scares me except the thought of losing you" was the first line he wrote of what would become "Little Surprises."

"Remember how we were rudely woken up after we finally fell asleep?" Calum asked.

"That 6 am phone call," you shook your head, the melancholy moment drifting away as you remembered the panic when Kay went into labor the next morning. It took 14 hours for Annie to be born, and Ashton didn't leave his wife's side for more than a few minutes. "Remember when Kay said the baby looked like a potato and Ashton got mad when we all laughed."

"Not as mad as when Luke asked if Annabelle Rose was a name they got from Twilight," Calum responded.

"He was completely over the moon with Annie. Remember how he'd hold her like he was afraid she'd break?" You mused, thinking back to Ashton holding his tiny baby girl in those enormous hands, so proud and so nervous.

"We got our first number one hit out of it though," Calum responded.

Ashton managed to tear himself away from his new family after a month to team up with Calum to finish his song. They got it recorded just under the deadline for the album. The fans were in a frenzy leading up to the album's release with the guys telling them this album contained the most personal songs they'd ever written, especially from Calum.

The lead up to "Little Surprises" each of the guys dropped a picture of how their family changed since the last album. Michael posted a sunset pic with his wife, two dogs and a new puppy. Luke posted a behind the scenes look at his dance rehearsals with Sierra for their first waltz as a married couple. Ashton posted a collage of artsy black and white silhouettes of his wife while she was pregnant. Calum was so secretive that no one even knew you were in a serious relationship with him.

"I'm still amazed we kept it all a secret," you told him. While some fans suspected something was up, most overlooked you as not being his type.

The fans lost their minds when the day the single dropped Calum released a picture of his then three week old daughter's fingers grasping his thumb. The caption "I'd like you to meet Lucy Koa Hood, I've never been happier. Life's really full of little surprises."

"I believe I made a promise earlier that I intend to keep," Calum raised his eyebrows and pulled you down off the counter. You looked at him, puzzled, as he tugged your hand till you were standing at the far end of the kitchen.

"Turn around," he instructed, and when you did he pushed you up against the kitchen island so your back was to him, you could see the entrance to the kitchen, while keeping your lower half hidden from view. He eased your yoga pants down over your hips and got on his knees behind you.

"Keep an eye out for the little one and try not to be too loud," you heard his muffled voice before you felt him kissing his way up your thigh.

"I'll whistle," you half moaned as your husband hummed against your skin.

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Stardust and Starfish ~ Chris Beck x Reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I hope you’re all doing well in these crazy times. I hope you are staying safe and healthy.I apologize for the radio silence. I’ve had a lot going on, and I haven’t been able to really write anything. But I’m trying to chug along, and I’m focusing on finishing out my WIPs, so hopefully I’ll have more to share with you soon.

Without any further ado, this is a fic for my Whippersnapper Daughter @captainscanadian ‘s CBC 1K Writing Challenge, which I was supposed to complete a million years ago, but I didn’t quite manage it. So here you are love, I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing Chris Beck. I’ve never seen the Martian. I literally only know that he’s a fluffy space nerd (at least based on fics), so hopefully this is okay.

Enjoy!

Prompt: “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3251

Ahh graduation. A time of endings. A time of beginnings. A time for throwing caution out the window and kissing boy you’ve had a crush on all year.

You were clutching your diploma as you dodged around the other graduates looking for one classmate in particular. You finally spotted him munching on a handful of goldfish by the refreshment table.

“Hi, Rocket!”

“Hi, Bubbles!”

“Oh there you kids are. Come on. Get close. We need a picture.”

“Smile, Chris!” his dad coaxed before shuffling the two of you together.

“Big smiles!”

You each threw an arm around the other grinning wildly.

“Say, I’m ready for first grade.”

“I’m ready for first grade!” you both chorused.

“Well, we should get going. We’ll go get your stuff. Say goodbye to Chris, sweetie.”

“Okay, Mom!”

You hugged him tight.

“I just wanted to say that I really like you and I really like your book of stars.”

“Thanks! I really like your book about the ocean!” He grinned, blue eyes lighting up.

Before you could chicken out you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips like you’d seen your mom do with your dad whenever she said goodbye.

Chris squeaked in surprise and went rigid and red as a tomato. Before either of you could say anything your mom returned with your backpack.

“Y/n, honey, time to go.”

“Okay. Bye, Chris! Have fun at camp! See you next year.”

“See you,” he waved absent-mindedly, still wide-eyed.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late,” your best friend whined as she waited for you to finish feeding your starfish.

“We’ll be fine. The talk doesn’t start until five.”

“It’s four-fifty.”

“Seriously? Shit okay. This is the last tank.”

You tossed in the mix of their food, scrubbed your hands before following AJ out of the lab.

You raced to the auditorium halfway across the campus, grateful for the reserved seats Casey had promised you. You looked around for the postdoc in question once you’d settled in, and you spotted her at the edge of the stage chatting with the distinguished speaker, Dr. Chris Beck.

“You’re staring,” AJ whispered. “Are you crushing on the guest speaker too?”

”He just seems really familiar,” you muttered back, squinting.

“I mean he has been all over the news for the past few years.”

“No, it’s like I’ve met him before.”

“Maybe you saw him during your sting at Yale?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

You weren’t totally convinced but it made the most sense, even though you were pretty sure that your times didn’t overlap.

Before you could think too much more about it, the dean of the medical school started introducing him. Not that he needed it.

You, and nearly everyone else, were completely captivated by Dr. Beck. When it was announced at the end of the talk that Dr. Beck would be taking the equivalent of a sabbatical at the university and teaching a short seminar series starting in the Spring the excitement was palpable.

“I can’t believe astro-hottie is joining the faculty,” AJ giggled.

“I know right. That’s going to be fun.”

The crowd was slow to exit the auditorium, and you were surrounded by excited chatter.

“So do you want food first or should we try to score an intro?”

“Food. I’m sure he’ll be swarmed for a while. Besides, Casey is his host, I’m sure she’ll get us a chance to talk to him.”

“Perks of being friends with astrophysics postdocs.”

“True.”

After the formal dinner with the grad students and postdocs, Chris was enjoying himself so much that some of them continued the evening at a pub just down the road from the campus. He had been happily listening his company discuss some of his more interesting results when he happened to notice you walk in. You had changed into a short black dressed and donned a deep blue leather jacket against the cold.

Casey noticed his distraction and silently cheered. Clearly the newest faculty member was interested in her friend, and judging by your reaction to him at the reception you were interested as well, so she excused herself to join you at the bar.

“Hey, Case. How’s it going?” You greeted her.

“Good. Didn’t expect to see you two here tonight.”

“We were supposed to go to the new restaurant down the street, but they lost our reservation,” AJ explained.

“So, we decided to keep it low key,” you continued.

“Gotcha. Well, do you want to join us?”

“Who’s us?”

“A few of the ones who went to dinner and Chris.”

She glanced over her shoulder and you and AJ followed her line of attention.

“Oh, so it’s Chris now?” you smirked, though it faltered when he caught your eye and smiled.

“He told us to. He’s really chill actually. You should come hang out,” she pressed.

“We’d love to,” AJ answered for you.

“Great. Grab your drinks and come over.”

She happily flounced back to the table, rejoining the conversation.

“AJ,” you hissed.

“What? Are you gonna tell me you don’t want to hang out with hunky space doctor you made goo goo eyes at all afternoon?”

“I did not make goo goo eyes at him.”

Your best friend rolled her eyes.

“Yes you did. Y/n, come on. Live a little. It’s just a few beers with a bunch of grad students.”

You looked at them, listening intently as he spoke. It looked more like a study group than anything which put you at ease.

“They’ve been talking for like five hours. I’m sure it will break up soon and then we can just hang out with Casey.”

“Okay. That sounds good.”

“Good,” she grinned before leaning on the bar to order your drinks.

You discretely checked out your hair in the mirror behind the bar and swiped on a bit of lip gloss.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” AJ smirked as she handed you your gin and tonic.

“Shush.”

You bumped your hip against hers as you made your way to the table.

There was a pause in the conversation as you approached.

“There you are. Come sit.”

AJ had already taken the one open seat next to James, the med student she had been crushing on, which left you to join Dr. Beck on the bench seat. He scooted over to give you more room when you sat down.

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled shyly.

You momentarily got lost in his eyes.

“Did you three meet earlier?” Casey asked, breaking you out of the moment.

Heat clawed up your neck in embarrassment. Though you were relieved to see Dr. Beck seemed equally flustered. He cleared his throat twice as he bobbed his head in the affirmative.

“Yes, Y/n and AJ right?”

“Yes. So, Dr. Beck, what were you all discussing?”

“First of all, please call me Chris. And second, we were discussing my research on the effect of zero gravity on muscle development.”

“Fascinating.”

You were easily caught up in the conversation as he explained his results and discussed data sets. His passion for research seemed to pour out of him. The discussion was lively, although you found yourself dominating the conversation. It contrasted nicely with your own research on technology for deep sea research. You were so invested that you didn’t notice the others leaving. At least not until they rang the bell for final call and you actually paid attention to your surroundings.

“Umm, when did everyone leave?”

Chris looked as confused as you were.

“I have no idea. I guess I am boring. I hope they don’t do that when I start lecturing next semester,” he chuckled.

“I’m sure they won’t. You’re an excellent presenter. Probably they got tired of me monopolizing you. Sorry about that,” you sighed as you played with a straw wrapper.

“Please don’t apologize. I was actually hoping to get a chance to talk to you.”

“Really?”

You wanted to smack yourself for the hopeful tone.

“Yes. I was disappointed when you left the reception early.”

“Oh, well, one of the octopuses next door escaped and that’s no good for anyone in the department.”

“I can imagine.” He smiled crookedly as the few patrons remaining started to pay their tabs.

“I guess we should go,” you pointed out reluctantly.

“Yeah. We should,” he agreed.

You both closed out and exited the bar.

“So, do you want to split an Uber?” he offered.

“I don’t live far. I was actually going to walk it.”

Chris looked appalled.

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I’ve done it before,” you argued.

He appraised you closely, trying to determine how stubborn you were. The conclusion… very.

“Can I at least walk you back then?”

“You don’t have to,” you assured him.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight if I don’t know you made it home safely. Please?”

He pouted at you. Who could resist those blue eyes?

“You really don’t…”

“I want to,” he admitted. “I uhh I’m not quite ready for the night to be over.”

Your answering smile was wide.

“In that case, I could use the company.”

“Excellent. Lead the way,” he offers you his elbow.

You looped your arm through his and started walking back towards your apartment.

You made the five minute walk in companionable silence. The feeling of familiarity had deepened over the course of the evening and you felt like you were walking with an old friend.

“Well, this is me,” you sighed, not ready to say good night.

“It was really nice getting to spend time with you, Y/n.”

“You too.”

“I know it’s late, and I’m sure that you want to get to bed, but would you mind terribly if I waited inside for my uber. I’m not sure how long it will be to get someone willing to go all the way to Hartford.”

“They have you staying in Hartford while you’re here?”

“They offered me a hotel room in New Haven, but I opted to stay with my folks. Wasn’t planning on closing down a bar after my talk,” he smirked.

You debated for a moment.

“I have a guest room. You are welcome to stay if you like. I have to go to Hartford tomorrow, so I could drive you back if you want.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I promise. You’re never going to get an uber that far this late.”

“If you really don’t mind. That would be great.”

“Come on in.”

You unlocked the door and flipped on the lights, leaning on the edge of the couch to take off your boots.

“Are you hungry or thirsty?”

Before he could respond, your stomach growled for an embarrassingly long time. He bit back laughter.

“Well apparently I am.”

You looked at your stomach as if it were a traitor.

“I could eat.”

“Alright, let’s see what I have. It’s been a while since I went food shopping.”

Chris smiled as he took in the warm surroundings, and he found himself drawn to the art on the walls next to your desk. He could hear you rummaging around in your refrigerator while he tried to figure out why he recognized the image.

“So I threw in a frozen pizza and I’ve got Oreos.”

You shook the pack at him as you planted yourself on the couch.

“Excellent.” He grinned, joining you on the couch and taking a cookie. “That print is amazing. Where did you get it?”

“It’s figure 3A in my Nature paper. I had it blown up when it made the cover.”

“That’s why I recognize it. That was an excellent paper.”

“Thank you. It certainly has been a highlight of my career so far.”

“So what drew you to marine biology?”

“I was obsessed with the ocean as a kid. And adventure books. I wanted so desperately to explore the part of our world that’s so vast and unknown. I wanted to work on a submarine or at least at sea.”

“So how did you end up in a lab on land?”

“I did a semester at sea which was amazing but permanent spots on research ships and subs are few and far between. But I am also working with the engineering department on deep sea equipment.”

“Hence your expertise in muscle mass in high pressure.”

“Precisely.”

You chewed on an Oreo thoughtfully as you regarded him.

“So, why did you become a space doctor? It’s not the most traditional job in the world,” you mused.

“I suppose it isn’t. Well I wanted to be astronaut first. Like you, I was obsessed with space from really early on. But as I got older I grew to love physiology and anatomy over engineering for example. For a little while, I thought I’d have to give up my dream. And then I realized they had flight surgeons.” He smiled at the memory. “So I worked my butt off and ended up actually going into space.”

Chris shifted leaning his head back and looking up as if he could see the stars through your ceiling. You propped your head in your hand as you leaned on the back of the couch.

“Is it surreal being back on earth?”

“That’s a good word for it.” He let his head loll to the side to look at you. “I’m glad to be home, but it’s so strange. Sometimes I spend all day in my room because I forget I can leave. And noises of the city – that’s trippy after months in space.”

“I bet.”

Your conversation flowed easily as you scarfed down the pizza. The sun came up and you were still talking.

You’re not sure how or when, but you must have fallen asleep talking, because you woke up tucked under a blanket on your couch to the smell of pancakes.

“Good morning,” Chris called, when he saw your head pop up.

“Morning. What time is it?” you asked, rubbing at your eyes.

“A little after eleven.”

“How long have you been up?”

“Since around eight.”

You stopped mid-stretch to stare at him.

“We didn’t fall asleep until like 5.”

“I’m still used to really short sleeping shifts. I hope you don’t mind. I made breakfast.”

“I do not mind at all.”

After washing up and changing into some fresh clothes, you enjoyed breakfast together.

“So what do you have to do in Hartford?” he asked, taking the clean plate from your hands to dry it.

“Going to visit my sister and my favorite baby nephew.”

“Aww. How old is he?”

“Four. So not actually a baby, but…”

“I get it. What time do you need to leave?”

“Around one.” You shrugged. “We’ve got time.”

“Thank you for letting me stay. Last night was wonderful,” he added, quietly.

“Yes, it was.”

“This might sound strange, but I feel like I’ve met you before.”

You froze, water spilling off the plate.

“Sorry, that was weird,” he mumbled quickly avoiding eye contact.

“No. No, it’s not that.” You dropped the plate into the sink and turned off the water. “I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

“Oh thank god.”

“AJ was convinced it was just because I’d seen you on the news. But if you feel it too…”

“But where we would have crossed paths?”

He crossed his arms as he considered it.

You spent the next twenty minutes trying and failing to find a single place you might have run into each other.

“Junior Leadership Conference?”

“In D.C. in 2014?”

“Yeah.”

You racked your brain.

“It must be that, right?”

“I can’t think of anywhere else.”

“Huh.”

You both watched each other, not quite believing it, but also unable to come up with a better answer. You let it stand as you got ready to drive to Hartford.

“Do you mind grabbing the books off the front table?” You grabbed your keys and your bag. “I don’t want to forget them.”

“Sure thing.”

He shuffled through the pile of children’s books, smiling when he came across the National Geographic First Big Book of the Ocean as you walked to your car.

“Oh these books were awesome.”

“Which one?”

“Big book of the ocean.” He held it up for you to see. ”I had all of them, but the space one was my favorite when I was a kid.”

“I’m shocked,” you deadpanned as you started the car.

He mock glared at you.

“No but seriously, I took the space one with me everywhere. I was obsessed. In kindergarten, the other kids started calling me-“

“Rocket,” you murmured.

“Good guess.”

“Not a guess. I know how we know each other,” You announced, desperate to look at him, but keeping your eyes straight ahead. “You went to Aldrin Elementary for Kindergarten didn’t you.”

“Yeah. Wait,” He looked at the book in his hands before opening to the back cover.

“Rocket and Bubbles,” he hummed, running his fingers over the crayon scrawl. “I can’t believe it. It’s you.”

You glanced at him at a stoplight. He had a fond look in his eyes.

“I knew you were familiar. But I don’t remember your name being Chris. Even before we started calling you Rocket.”

He bit his lip rocking slightly in embarrassment.

“I convinced my mom to let me go by my middle name Richard, which I made into Ricky, because there were four other Chris’ in our class.”

“Oh my god. That’s right. You were Ricky the Rocket. We thought we were so funny.”

Neither of you could contain your smiles.

“What happened? Why did you leave?”

“My dad had to move to Boston for his job. We didn’t find out until like a week before school.”

“I thought about you for the longest time. I was so bummed when you didn’t come back.”

“I was too. I cried all the way to Boston.”

“And now, all these years later.”

“Together again.”

You reached over and took his hand, and he twined your fingers.

You were both quiet for the rest of the ride, lost in thought. You only spoke to ask directions to his parent’s place, which you remembered quite well.

“Can I take you to dinner sometime?”

“I would love that. Tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

You bit your lip as you both hesitated, before you leaned across the armrest and kissed him. His eyes went wide and his cheeks turned pink, and you suddenly didn’t know how you ever failed to recognize him.

“You looked the same way the first time I kissed you,” you giggled.

“Not my fault you keep surprising me.”

“You’re cute when you’re mmf.”

You were cut off by his lips on yours. The kiss was passionate and you felt yourself melting into it as his hand cradled the back of your head.

“You were saying…” he smirked at you when you both pulled back panting.

You started to respond when you looked over his shoulder.

“That your mom totally just saw us making out in my car.”

He glanced over his shoulder before letting his head drop in embarrassment when his shocked mother turned on her heel and hurried into the house with her groceries.

“On that note. Six o’clock tomorrow?”

“You’re on, Rocket.”

“See you, Bubbles.”

He pecked you once more on the lips before getting out of the car, whistling his way up the walk.

You smiled to yourself as he waved from the porch and you drove off.

This was going to be an adventure. Your biggest yet.

A/N: Yeah, so this ended up very differenlty from how I planned, but I hope you all enjoyed! I had fun writing Chris Beck. Congrats again on the milestone that was like 3 milestones ago lol. Love you @captainscanadian

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fantastic-bby · 5 years ago

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Scavenger Hunt

Pairing: (F) Reader x Jackson

Word Count: 6.3k

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Playlist: Rex Orange County - Best Friend || ASTRO - Crazy Sexy Cool || Jackson Wang - I Love You 3000

Summary: After spending way too long stressing over it, Jackson finally decides to plan the perfect proposal for his beloved girlfriend. With the help of his friends, he plans a scavenger hunt with an extra special gift at the end.

“What about this one?” Jinyoung asked as he pointed to the jewellery from under the glass. Jackson moved to his side and took a look at the ring he was pointing at.

He took a moment to look at it, “Can I have a look at this one, please?” He asked the sales girl who nodded and pulled the drawer out to take the ring out of it’s display to hand it to him. “Jinyoung, ask me to marry you.” He ordered as he held the ring out to his friend.

Jinyoung’s brows furrowed and he stared at him with pure confusion, “What?” He questioned. When Jackson had asked him to accompany him to go ring shopping, Jinyoung didn’t think he’d have to ask Jackson to marry him to see if the ring was the right one.

“I need to see this from her point of view. Ask me to marry you.” He urged as he stepped closer to Jinyoung who gave in with a sigh and took the ring from his hands,

“(Y/n), will you marry me?” He muttered out with a deadpan look. Jackson crossed his arms before shaking his head,

“That’s not the one.” He sighed out as Jinyoung handed the ring back to the sales girl. Jackson continued to browse the jewellery store before stopping at one of the glass displays. “Wait,” He took a moment before turning to the sales girl, “Can I see this one?” He asked. She nodded at him and moved over to take the ring out of it’s display and handed it to him gently,

“This is a very elegant ring. It’s a Barkev’s rose gold collection with three round diamonds in the middle and the outer bands also have round diamonds.” She explained as she watched him gingerly take the ring and look at it, “It’s 1.43ct overall.” Jackson nodded at that and turned around to look for Jinyoung who was eyeing a men’s bracelet being displayed in one of the glass cabinets.

“Jinyoung,” Jackson called, causing him to turn around and face him, “Ask me to marry you.” He held out the ring at him.

“Again?” Jinyoung groaned as he unwillingly made his way over to Jackson. He took the ring from Jackson’s fingers and eyed it for a moment, “Are you sure you need me to ask you? This ring looks really nice.” He stated and enticed a groan out of Jackson,

“Dude, just do it!” He whined at him. Jinyoung rolled his eyes, unable to hold back his smile as he held the ring out in front of him,

“(Y/n), will you marry me?” Once again, using the name of Jackson’s hopefully soon-to-be fiance. Jackson stared at him for a moment.

“Oh my god, I got butterflies. That’s the one.” He breathed out in awe, the corners of his mouth lifting into an open mouthed smile before he turned to the sales girl, “I’ll take this one.” He nodded at her. She returned the nod and took the ring from Jinyoung’s hands before moving behind one of the counters to pack the ring.

“How are you going to ask her?” Jinyoung asked as Jackson nervously rubbed his hands together.

“I’m going to take her out for dinner and I’m just going to ask her. Hopefully she’ll say yes.” He muttered out the last bit as they watched the sales girl put the velvet box into a bag.

“I’m pretty sure (Y/n) would say yes. You guys have been going out for…” Jinyoung trailed off as he counted the years in his head, “Four years?” It came out more as a question as he turned to Jackson.

“Five, but I don’t know. Sometimes people say no for different reasons.” He sighed out as he moved to the counter to pay for the ring. Jinyoung watched his friend with his lips pursed. He knew how nervous Jackson could get whenever it came to things that were (Y/n) related. Now was no exception.

All of them were wondering when Jackson would pop the question and he had actually been stressing over it for almost a whole year. He wanted her by his side; forever. Jinyoung was up for anything if it included him helping Jackson plan the whole affair which was why Jackson had asked him to help him look for a ring.

They left the jewellery store and walked side-by-side as they made their way back to (Y/n) and Jackson’s shared apartment. Jinyoung glanced over at Jackson who was obviously too caught up in his thoughts by the way he was softly muttering to himself as they walked.

“Is saying ‘will you marry me’ just too straightforward or should I mix it up a bit?” Jackson asked, turning to Jinyoung who thought about it for a moment before shrugging,

“How can you mix up ‘will you marry me’?” He questioned as he turned to Jackson.

“I don’t know, I can rap for her.” He shrugged.

“Oh god, don’t.” Jinyoung snorted, “You could write her a song, but a rap?”

“I don’t know, Jinyoung. It’s not everyday I have to ask my girlfriend to marry me.” Jackson rolled his eyes with a huff.

“Yeah, but when you do, she’ll definitely say yes.” He reassured him. Jackson looked at him with a wide smile,

“You really think so?” He questioned.

“Of course, Jacks. She’s seriously in love with you. That much all of us can tell.” Jinyoung chuckled as he slung an arm over Jackson’s shoulders. “If she doesn’t say yes, I’ll marry you, how about that?” He joked.

“I’d marry Mark hyung before I’d marry you.” Jackson snorted as he pushed away from him.

“Are you going to do it tonight?” He questioned further.

“She’s busy tonight. I guess it gives me more time to plan everything, but I’m worried it’s not grand enough. What if she’s expecting something more romantic? What if she’s expecting something grand or amazing or massive or-”

“I have an idea.” Jinyoung cut him off with his words and the raise of his finger, “Let us help. I’m pretty sure the other guys won’t mind it and BamBam plans parties really well.” He suggested, emphasizing on ‘really’.

“I don’t want a party.” Jackson shook his head, “I want to do something romantic for her. If we plan a party, I might bail on asking her and get drunk instead.” He pointed out.

“A drunk proposal?” Jinyoung cocked his eyebrow suggestively, earning a shove from Jackson.

“Jinyoung, I’m serious.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay, let's ask all of them to meet at your apartment and see if any of them have good ideas.” He suggested.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Jackson nodded but quickly stopped himself, “Oh, but if the maknaes make any suggestions that are dumb, I’m kicking them out.” He grumbled out as he watched Jinyoung pull his phone out of his pocket.

Jinyoung stayed on his phone for a while before putting it away, “They’re coming. I told Bam and Yugyeom that if they suggest anything stupid, you’ll kick them out, but I have a feeling they’ll still suggest weird stuff anyway.” He chuckled. Jackson rolled his eyes at that,

“I swear if they suggest anything weird at all, I’m going to cry.” He huffed out yet again, causing Jinyoung to chuckle at him.

The walk to Jackson’s apartment didn’t take much longer. Yugyeom and Youngjae were already inside of Jackson’s apartment by the time they reached the building. Perks of your friends knowing the code to your front door; sometimes they reach your place before you do. Cons of your friends knowing the code to your front door; they show up uninvited at the worst times.

“When did you guys get here?” Jackson asked when he saw the two sitting on his living room couch and playing with his PS4.

“Like 5 minutes ago. Youngjae hyung got here first.” Yugyeom hummed out as he kept his eyes on the TV screen.

“Mark hyung is on the way. He had to pick up BamBam because he was sad Yugyeom left without him.” Youngjae chuckled as he angled himself to look over the couch to Jackson and Jinyoung.

“Jaebeom hyung is probably going to be late as usual.” Yugyeom jokes as he paused the game and turned around to look at his hyungs, “So, what’s the plan?” He questioned, all of them watching as Jackson pulled the red velvet box out of the paper bag and opened it to reveal the ring to all of them.

“Holy shit, hyung, it’s so pretty.” Youngjae gasped when he saw the ring. “If you proposed to me with that ring, I’d say yes.” He joked. Jackson chuckles, closing the box and putting it back into the bag.

“We wait for the others to get here first, then we can start planning it.” He smiled at them. They hung around the apartment for a while mostly watching Yugyeom play GTA when beeping came from the front door. Everyone but Yugyeom turned their attention to Mark and BamBam as they stepped into the apartment,

“I’m just saying that if you spent less time choosing a jacket, we would’ve been here sooner.” Mark huffed as he closed the door and glared at BamBam.

“I gotta look nice, bro.” BamBam shrugged as he took his shoes off and stepped into the living room, “Jaebeom hyung is the last to show up?” He questioned when he took notice of the missing man.

“He’s MIA as usual. He’s never on time.” Jinyoung stated before turning his attention back to the TV where Yugyeom had managed to steal a car and escape the police despite GTA’s game logic.

“When is he ever?” Mark joked, kicking off his shoes and plopping himself onto the spot on the couch beside Youngjae, his feet hanging off of the armrest.

“Are you asking her tonight?” BamBam asked as he sat on the armrest beside Jackson.

“No, she has work.” He sighed out as he looked at the clock on the wall. (Y/n) would be coming home late tonight, causing Jackson to scratch the plan of taking her out to dinner.

“Tomorrow?” He questioned further.

“Depends on what you guys have in mind. If none of your suggestions make sense or work, I’ll just take her out to dinner, then a walk in the park and I’ll ask her.” He pursed his lips.

“Jackson hyung’s worried noona won’t say yes.” Youngjae brought up the topic that Jinyoung had mentioned a few minutes prior, wanting the two to help reassure him.

“She’ll definitely say yes.” Mark reassured him, “I’d marry you.” He chuckled.

“Why do you all keep saying that?” Jackson laughed as he looked at all of them.

“You’re a romantic. If I was a girl, I’d marry you, too.” BamBam shrugged. Jackson stared at all of them with a confused yet amused look on his face.

“You’re just really sweet, Jackson.” Jinyoung chuckled as he patted his shoulder and sat himself on the sofa couch.

“Yeah, you’re nice.” Yugyeom muttered out without taking his attention off of the game.

“Thanks? I guess?” Jackson let out another laugh just as the front door opened and Jaebeom - finally - emerged. He took his shoes off and stepped into the living room.

“Took you about damn time.” Youngjae glared at him.

“I had to take a shit, get off my back.” Jaebeom huffed out as he sat on the ground in front of the couch. “So, are we planning a proposal or not?” He questioned as he leaned back on his arms.

“I’m open to any suggestions.” Jackson shrugged.

“We were just talking about how we’d all marry Jackson hyung since he was scared (Y/n) noona wouldn’t accept him.” BamBam said. Jaebeom looked to BamBam then to Jackson,

“I’d marry you.” He shrugged.

“Oh my god!” Jackson threw his arms up into the air, “Okay, enough of you guys saying you’d marry me. Help me think of something.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked between all of them.

Jackson sat beside Jinyoung and started to quietly discuss with him. BamBam puts his hand into the paper bag and pulls the velvet box out, opening it.

“HOLY SHIT!” He exclaims when he sees the ring, immediately catching everyone’s attention. Jaebeom and Mark quickly scurry behind him to take a look at the ring and they both let out a gasp in unison,

“Jackson, this ring is fucking gorgeous.” Jaebeom points out as he gingerly took the box from BamBam’s hands and to take a closer look at it.

“1.43ct.” BamBam deadpans as he looked a Jackson who looked at him incredulously,

“How did you know?” He asked with a dropped jaw.

“It’s BamBam. He’s young and rich. If he didn’t know how many carats a ring was, I’d be more confused.” Yugyeom joked as he winked at BamBam.

“If Bam didn’t know how many carats a diamond was, I’d feel like he was throwing his money away with less care than he already does.” Mark joked and closed the box, handing it back to Jackson who slipped the box into the pocket of his jeans.

“Okay, less talk about the ring, more talk about the proposal.” Jackson grunted.

“Plan a party.” BamBam suggested. “Oh! Can I plan a party?!” He excitedly jumped off of the floor and looked at Jackson with wide eyes.

“We’re not having a party, you can plan one in your own time.” He huffed out.

“Cover the apartment in roses.” Youngjae suggested.

“That feels too cliche.” Jackson shook his head.

“Pretend you’re not interested in marriage.” Mark suggested.

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Stop it.” Jinyoung snapped at the two.

“If you spend the whole day with her, she might suspect something.” Jaebeom pointed out. Yugyeom nodded his head in agreement as he finally paused the game to put his attention on his friends.

“But if you spend no time with her at all, she also might suspect something.” Youngjae added.

“Maybe take her to where you guys had your first date?” The maknae suggested, “You can spend time with her there and boom, you’re on one knee.”

“That sounds nice.” Jinyoung nodded, “It’s simple.”

“If I make it too simple, what if it doesn’t meet her expectations?” Jackson’s eyes trailed to the ground as he started to fiddle his thumbs nervously. His doubt was starting to fill him yet again. His friends exchanged looks, telepathically making up a plan before turning to him,

“Ring in the champagne?” BamBam suggested.

“She might choke on it.” Mark pointed out.

“Ring in the cake?” Youngjae piped in.

“The ring’s going to be covered in cake.” Jinyoung shook his head. They deflated as they started to run out of ideas.

“Oh!” BamBam exclaimed, “Write a rap for her!” He suggested.

“That was exactly what I told him not to do.” Jinyoung shook his head once again. Wearing his typical ㅍㅅㅍ face as he looked at BamBam.

“Raps aren’t romantic.” Jaebeom muttered out as he held his chin in his hand, his mind wracking to see if he could come up with anything at all to aid Jackson. “What time is she coming home tomorrow?” He asked.

“Six in the evening. Why?” Jackson looked up at him with almost sad eyes.

“Have great sex and then pop the question.” BamBam suggested. All their looks immediately turned into glared towards BamBam.

“Okay, we warned you. Get out.” He grumbled as he stood up and picked BamBam up by the arm.

“I’m joking!” He moved his arm away from Jackson and hid behind Jaebeom.

“Bam, it has to be perfect!” He whined as he glared at him. BamBam muttered out a sorry and moved away from Jaebeom when he felt like he was safe.

Jackson let out a sigh and crumbled to the ground with his hands covering his face. He let out a muffled scream before standing up and looking at all of them.

“Oh! A scavenger hunt!” Mark raised his hand excitedly, “You can leave little notes all over the place and we can wait at certain spots and at the end it’ll lead her to you!” He explained his plan with so much excitement it scared all of them. Jackson stared at him for a moment,

“That actually isn’t too bad.” He hums out.

“It’s a pretty cute idea.” Jinyoung agrees, nodding his head. “Just give us places to wait and whatever you wanna give her and we’ll give her hints on where to go throughout the hunt.” He turns to Jackson who was smiling widely.

“I actually really like that idea.” He bites his lip. He imagined the whole scenario playing in his head and he could feel the excitement starting to bubble in the pit of his stomach.

“When’s her next day off?” Yugyeom questioned.

“This Saturday.”

“That gives us two days to plan this.” Jaebeom nodded.

“Okay, scavenger hunt. Let’s do this.” Jackson claps his hands together as he sits on the edge of the coffee table and starts to plan the affair with the help of his friends. He pulled his phone out and started thinking of gifts that all of them could hold while waiting at their respective spots and sent the list to their group chat.

“We have two days to buy all of this. Are you sure you trust Yugyeom and BamBam to go out and buy the more expensive ones?” Youngjae raised a brow when he saw that Yugyeom and BamBam were supposed to buy jewellery.

“If there’s anything we know about BamBam is that he has a great taste in jewellery.” Jinyoung answered him, glancing at BamBam and silently pleading for him to take it seriously.

“When it comes to diamonds and gold, I don’t mess around.” BamBam let out a conceited sigh and leaned back into the sofa with a smirk on his face, “Hyung, trust me, you won’t regret sending me to buy the necklace.”

“I’ve already sent all the things I need in the group chat. God, please, don’t buy anything unnecessary or anything else other than ice cream and the jewellery set.” He pleaded the two. They gave him nods of reassurance before he moved on to the others.

“Why do I get a teddy bear?” Jaebeom questioned, slightly offended at such a minor task.

“Hyung, you’re never on time. If you get there late, it’s just a bear.” Yugyeom snorted at him.

“You little-” Jaebeom raised his hand at him.

“You get the bear because the location is closest to your apartment.” Jackson explained before squinting his eyes at him, “Don’t be late.” He warned, pointing at him.

“Youngjae, you get the park since you take Coco on walks. Mark hyung, you get the cafe since I’ve never seen you not drinking coffee. Yugyeom, you’re at the cinema because I don’t want you doing anything dumb anywhere else. BamBam, you wait at the restaurant and Jinyoung, you wait at the apartment to begin the entire thing.” Jackson explained everything, reading the plan through the notes he had jotted down into his phone and looked up at all of them.

They all nodded after he finished, agreeing with the plan.

“So, after Jinyoung sets her off, she’ll go to the cafe, then to the park, Jaebeom’s apartment, the restaurant and finally, the cinema where Yugyeom will send her back to the apartment. Jinyoung,” Jackson turned to Jinyoung, “You have to help me cover the apartment in rose petals and candles. The moment she leaves our place, you have to tell me.” Jinyoung nodded at him. “After you guys give her the gifts and her next locations, come back to the apartment as fast as you can to help me get everything ready.”

“Oh, wait, what if you cover the apartment in pictures of you two together?” Jaebeom suggested. Jackson’s eyes lit up at that and he turned to Jinyoung who was already silently agreeing to help him print the pictures.

“Thank you guys so much.” He opened his arms as a signal for them to hug him and Mark was the first to throw himself into Jackson’s arms.

“Our Wang Puppy’s getting married!” He excitedly squealed as everyone joined in on the hug.

“Can’t believe you’re actually going to do this.” Youngjae laughed as he pulled away from them, “Who would’ve thought Jackson would be the first to get married?” He shook his head and sat back down on the couch.

“Yeah, I’m the first. If anything goes wrong because of you guys, I’m going to beat all of you.” Jackson warned all of them with his arm slung over Jinyoung’s shoulders.

“We’ll try not to.” Mark jokes. “If anything happens, just marry one of us.” He let out a laugh. Jackson shoots him a glare before continuing to explain the rest of his plan to them. Hopefully, it goes as planned.

(Y/n) returned later that day with a sigh as she kicked off her heels, finally relieved that she could rest her legs after the long day she had. She walked into the bedroom only to see Jackson already laying in bed, his snoring bringing a smile to her face. After the day she had just had, she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up to Jackson and finally let sleep take over.

She hung her bag on the rack next to the bedroom door and moved around the room as quietly as she could as to not wake up her sleeping prince. She took a glance at Jackson’s sleeping figure as she stood at one of the drawers and opened it, pulling out a locked box she had hidden behind their clothes.

Unlocking the box she pulled out a black velvet box and opened it, admiring the ring she had gotten for Jackson. Worried that he wouldn’t propose at all from being too nervous, she was ready to make the first move and propose to him instead. The sight of the white, yellow and pink gold wedding band that she had gotten from Cartier - hah - tickled her on the inside and brought a smile to her face as she glanced over at Jackson once more.

The sight of Jackson moving around in the bed made her quickly shut the box and keep it in the locked box, awaiting the weekend where she would ask him on her day off. She took a quick shower and dressed herself in one of his t shirts - that he insisted she used as nightwear - and got herself into their bed.

Jackson stirred in his sleep, instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist when he felt her presence and immediately snuggled his face in the crook of her neck. (Y/n) let out a soft giggle and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her nose lingering in his hair to inhale his scent before leaning her head back to let herself drift off into a much needed sleep.

(Y/n) woke up on the Saturday morning displeased when she reached over to Jackson’s side only to feel the cold sheets instead of her warm boyfriend. She sat up groggily and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands as a yawn left her lips. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on Jackson’s side of the bed to see a sticky note sitting on the messy sheets.

Scavenger hunt time! Today I’ve prepared a fun hunt for you to do, my lovely (Y/n). Go into the hallway where Jinyoung is waiting for you to begin your hunt! Loves and kisses, your Wang Puppy <3

She felt a giddy feeling fill her stomach as she excitedly threw the covers off of herself and got ready. She loved it whenever Jackson would do scavenger hunts; something he seldom did due to his busy schedule. She hopped into the shower and put on a cute skater dress, making sure to grab the ring out of the dresser just in case the opportunity arose before stepping out into the hallway.

Jinyoung’s head perked up when he heard the front door open and he smiled when he saw (Y/n),

“(Y/n), good morning. Jackson’s prepared a scavenger hunt for you. This is your gift!” He handed her a small pink box with a red bow on top of it.

“Morning, Jinyoungie.” She greeted him with a smile as she graciously took the box from his hands. She untied the ribbon and pulled open the box to see a scented candle sitting inside of it. She lifted the box to her face and breathed in the scent, a smile breaking onto her face when she figured out the flavour; cinnamon doughnuts.

A little note sat on top of the candle. She pulled out the sticky note and read it aloud,

“Bakeries smell nice, right? Now, our apartment can smell like doughnuts all the time! For your next location, go to the place where we had our first date. There, you’ll find Mark hyung waiting for you for your next clue.”

“You can keep the gift with me, or you can bring it along with you if you’d like.” Jinyoung offered.

“That depends.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, “How many gifts am I getting on this scavenger hunt?” She questions.

“That’s for you to find out.” He chuckled with his hands out, silently letting her know that she was going to get more gifts later on. She closed the box and handed it to him. “Good luck on your quest, (Y/n).” He waved at her as she skipped along the hallway and towards the elevator.

“Thanks, Jinyoungie!” She waved back at him with a wide smile on her face as the elevator doors closed. Jinyoung watched the floor numbers on the outside of the elevator change before letting himself into Jackson and (Y/n)’s apartment. He placed the box onto the countertop and pulled his phone out to quickly send a message to Jackson before starting the preparation for the grand surprise.

(Y/n) made her way towards the cafe where she and Jackson shared their first date. The memory was fresh in her mind, a giggle leaving her lips as she remembered how nervous he was when he saw her sitting inside and waiting for him.

She stood outside of the cafe and peeked into the glass windows to see Mark sitting at one of the tables and waving at her. She quickly made her way inside and to the table Mark was waiting at.

“(Y/n)! Here’s a coffee to get you more awake for the rest of the hunt!” He handed her a nice cup of cold brew which she took thankfully and then, handed her a pastel purple box with a baby blue bow on the top. She sat down across from him and opened the box to see a handful of chocolates nested on the inside with a note tucked in the side of the box.

She pulled the note out,

Mark hyung got you coffee, too! If he didn’t, punch him in the shoulder >:(!! Next location is where we had our first kiss!

(Y/n) could feel the excitement in her belly building more and more intense as she giggled to herself and tucked the note back into it’s spot and closed the box.

“Leave the gift with me while you finish the rest of your hunt.” Mark smiled at her. She nodded at him and slid the box back to him before grabbing her coffee and thanking him as she left the cafe. Mark took the box and made a beeline to Jackson’s apartment when he was sure she was a safe distance from the cafe.

(Y/n) thought about it for a moment before realising that they had shared their first kiss at the park. It was a midnight stroll that turned both of them into nervous messes as they held each other’s hands and shared a sweet kiss on a bench under one of the street lamps.

She approached the edge of the park to see Youngjae sitting on the same bench with Coco resting beside him. Youngjae’s head whipped up when Coco started barking in her direction and a smile broke onto his face when he saw her.

“(Y/n)! Here’s your second prize!” He giddily handed her the black box plastered with red hearts and topped with a red bow.

“Thank you!” She took the box from his hands and opened the lid, a gasp escaping her lips when the sides of the box unfolded to reveal an explosion box. Each side of the box had cute letters handwritten by Jackson, the second layer had song lyrics and the tiniest in the centre had her third clue.

Her heart warmed when she read the letters and the lyrics, looking up at Youngjae who seemed to be just as excited for her scavenger hunt as she was. She opened the box sitting in the middle and pulled out the sticky note.

Surprise! Explosion box! I’ve compiled your favourite lyrics from our songs and letters that you can read anytime you’re missing your very handsome boyfriend ;). Next place is where I first confessed my love for you!

(Y/n) looked up at Youngjae with a puzzled look before a light bulb went off in her head. Jaebeom’s apartment! It was a bit of a weird place to do it, but Jackson just couldn’t hold it in anymore at that time. They were having a slumber party and while (Y/n) and Jackson were cuddling in the living room of Jaebeom’s apartment, Jackson had confessed his love to her long after the others had fallen asleep.

“Do you want to leave the gift with me?” Youngjae asked her. She nodded and handed the box to him,

“Thank you, Youngjae!” She waved at him as she headed off to Jaebeom’s apartment where he was waiting outside with her gift.

“(Y/n)-ie!” He waved at her when he saw her. (Y/n) waved back at him and picked up her pace to reach him faster. “How has your quest been so far?” He asked as she stood in front of him.

“Fun! I’ve already met with Jinyoung-ie, Mark oppa and Youngjae.” She smiled at him. He held out the ivory gift box with a smile on his face,

“From Wang Jackson.” He suppressed his own giggle as she happily took the box from him to pull out a tiny teddy bear with a tag attached to the ribbon tied decorating its neck.

The bear’s quite small, so the next gift’s going to make up for it! Head on over to where I took you on our first anniversary!

Her smile was uncontainable as the restaurant immediately popped into her head. Keeping the bear back into the box, she handed it back to Jaebeom and thanked him before heading off to the luxurious restaurant BamBam was waiting at.

She greeted the very well dressed man who was waiting outside of the restaurant.

“(Y/n) noona! Jackson hyung wants you to have this.” He smiled as he handed her a tiny box. She opened it to see a pair of sapphire earrings sitting on the inside, her heart melting even further as she pulled them out. “He wants you to wear them now so that when you reach the end, he’ll get to see you in them.” BamBam explained as he watched how awestruck she looked when she saw the earrings.

“These earrings are absolutely gorgeous! Did he pick them out himself?” She turned to BamBam while holding one of them. He nodded cheekily,

“He did! He was worried I would mess this up!” He giggled before reaching into the pocket of his blazer and pulling out a sticky note, “This is your next clue.” He handed her the note. She took the note from his hands and read it,

Your next location is where we shared our favourite memory! The memories we share here play over and over again in my head like a movie ;)

“The cinema!” (Y/n) excitedly squealed as she turned to BamBam who was silently nodding. “Thank you, Bam-ie!” She gave him a high five and a dabbed in unison with him while they both giggled before she went off.

The cinema wasn’t too far from the restaurant and she reached there right as the sun started to begin its evening glow.

“Noona!” He called when he saw her looking around the area curiously with her back turned to him. She whipped around and her smile glowed as she ran to the maknae. “From Jackson hyung!” He held out another box the same size as the one BamBam had given her. She opened the small box and gasped once again when she saw a sapphire necklace matching the necklace. “It’s a matching set!” Yugyeom exclaimed giddily.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” She coos, putting the necklace on since she was already wearing the earrings. “Where do I have to go next?” She questioned him.

“I have no sticky notes for you. You just have to head back home.” He smiled. She nodded at him and headed off in the direction of her home. BamBam approached Yugyeom awhile after she left,

“Do we have to go to Jackson hyung’s place?” He asked. Yugyeom answered with a nod,

“We have to run there.”

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“She’s going to be here any minute. Yugyeom said she left the cinema ten minutes ago.” Mark said as he put his phone away. Yugyeom and BamBam burst into the door while catching their breaths,

“We tried… to get here… as fast as we could.” Yugyeom panted out as he bent forward, struggling to catch his breath.

“Hide in the guest room!” Jaebeom quickly ushered the two into the guest room. Jackson looked around the apartment, admiring their work.

“Thanks, guys.” He sighed out happily as he turned to them.

“Anything for you, Jacks.” Jinyoung smiled as he patted his back. The sound of the keypad beeping cause Jackson to shove all of them into the guest room,

“Go! Go!” He panicked as he quickly shut the door just as (Y/n) stepped into the apartment. Her eyes widened when she saw the pictures hanging from the ceiling, the dim glow of the candles that scattered the apartment made the entire setting romantic and surreal.

“Oh my god, Jackson.” She breathed out in awe the further she stepped in. The pictures were arranged so that when she stepped in, she would see the very first few pictures they took together up until she reached Jackson where they took their most recent picture. Amidst the hanging photos and candles stood Jackson, nervously shifting from one foot to another.

“Did you like your scavenger hunt?” He questioned with a soft smile on his face.

“I loved it.” She smiled at him as she gestured to the jewellery set she was wearing. She looked at the kitchen peninsula to see all the gifts that she had received from his friends throughout the whole experience.

“I hoped that you would.” He hummed as he opened his arms. She moved over to him and wrapped her arms around him, “You have one more gift.” He pulled away from her. “Close your eyes.” He said as he booped her on the nose. She did as he said and closed her eyes as she excitedly anticipated her last gift. “Open them.” She opened her eyes and took a step back as she gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. He stood on one knee, rose gold ring in his hands and a wide smile on his face.

“Oh my god, Jackson.” She breathed out, tears starting to prick her eyes.

“I’ve known you for six years, I’ve loved you for five years and I knew from the very moment that we got together that I wanted you by my side forever. I've never met anyone as smart, beautiful and as kind as you." His words were getting shakier as he held back his own tears, "(Y/l/n) (Y/n), will you marry me?"

(Y/n) cried into her hands as she nodded, unable to form coherent sentences through her sobs and happy tears. Jackson's smile widened as he stood up and took one of her hands, slipping the ring on and pressing a kiss to her hand. He wrapped his arms around her crying figure and she immediately hugged him back.

"Why are you crying, princess?" He asked through his own tears as he patted down her hair gently.

"I-I'm so, so happy." She laughed as well, pulling away from him. "It's also perfect timing." She giggled when he cupped her face and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

"How come?" He questioned. She reached into her purse and pulled out the velvet box with the ring she had gotten Jackson. His eyes widened and it was his turn to let out a gasp. "I got you a ring because you were taking too long." She sniffled when she opened it to show him the ring.

"It's from Cartier!" He giggled as she took the ring out and slipped it onto his finger.

"This was perfect." She hummed out, closing her eyes when he pulled her closer to press his forehead to hers.

"Yeah." He hummed as well, basking in the moment. The moment that was quickly ruined when Yugyeom burst through the guest room door,

"CONGRATULATIONS!" He screamed out as BamBam and him shot confetti cannons out above the two. Jackson and (Y/n) both let out screams from the sudden entrance and the blast from the cannons.

"YUGYEOM! DON'T RUIN IT!" Mark grabbed the two by their collars and yanked them back into the guest room, (Y/n) laughing as he did.

"Sorry!" Youngjae quickly apologised to them as he closed the door.

"I'll beat them for that later." Jackson grunted when he turned back to his now fiance.

"It's okay, I think it just made the moment more perfect." She giggled as she gently cupped his face and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

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My Way

Chapter One

A/N: this started out as a The 100 fic and sat in my drafts for ages. I tried to make it work with other fandoms, I just could never find the right fit. And I felt guilty for recycling it so much. But I love it and I always have. So I said fuck it and rewrote it again for Harry. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do.

Warnings: kidnapping, substance abuse

Clara woke up with a sense of ominous dread. It’s not ever present, it doesn’t wrap around her body and cover her with its presence. But it’s there, in the shadows, something is coming, and she won’t be able to stop it.

It’s inevitable, the second she walks out of her dorm and down towards her car.

She pulled into the gas station a few blocks away from her job, rolling her eyes at the gas prices, and slightly annoyed with how they always seemed to sky rocket when she needed to fill up, but plummet when she was all good. She checked her watch for the time, and mentally scolded herself, if she didn’t hurry she would be late. She stepped out of her car with her wallet, and huffed in annoyance, when she realized she didn’t have her credit card and had to go inside to use cash.

What a great start to my day. She thought, stomping towards the building.

She sighed, upon stepping into the cool air conditioned building, and instead of walking up to the counter and just paying for her gas she eyed the slushie station. Clara loved slushies, and she could never pass one up. She smiled to herself thinking, fuck it, and strolled over to the slushie machine. There was a man standing to the side of the machine, where the fridges held the drinks, he had a Redbull in one hand and a smartwater in the other. He wore an unbuttoned, navy blue flannel with a black t shirt and grease stained blue jeans. His eyes were covered by dark sunglasses and his hair was covered by a blue and white striped baseball cap. Clara was hyper aware of his presence, making sure to keep aware of her surroundings. She didn’t like the vibe she was getting from this guy. He scared her. Seemed like trouble.

But if he noticed her presence, he never showed it.

So Clara relaxed her shoulders, shaking her head and began to ponder the flavor she’d get today. Clara had never been one for conversation anyway. She always kept to herself, due to some social anxieties and quirks she had, that made her ‘unapproachable’ as her mother had put it. But if you had a doctor mother who abused prescription medication and neglected you after your father’s death, you might have some fucked up issues too.

Which is why she found it strange when she felt the man’s presence shift, he’d come closer to her, and she could feel him staring. She kept her eyes down, feeling her cheeks heat up as she pulled a cup from the slot and got ready to pour her syrupy drink into it.

"What's your favorite flavour?" He asked suddenly, and the deep rough voice startled her. He had an accent, it sounded english. She twitched and peek at him curiously through her hair, that thankfully, covered most of her face.

"Coke." she answered meekly. The man cracked a smile, his teeth were perfect and bright. It was almost, alluring. Definitely charming.

“Really?” he asked, reaching out and taking the cup from her. She didn’t have time to react, before he plucked it from her hands and filled it with the drink of her choice. “I like blue raspberry best….sometimes cherry’s good too.” He handed her the drink and she took it hesitantly. He chuckled at her demeanor, cocking his head to the side, that ridiculously handsome smile still plastered to his face.

“Thank you.” she managed after a moment, she placed a lid on her drink and grabbed a straw.

“No problem,” he replied, following her as she turned towards the cashier. She can feel the panic and the nerves rising within her. Why was he following her? As they stood in line, waiting for the other customers to leave, she could feel the man change, his whole demeanor took on a darker, more serious tone. She curled in on herself, hoping he wouldn’t try and follow her to her car. Clara hadn’t always been this way. Afraid of germs, afraid of touch….Basic human contact. No. If you looked at her high school yearbook, you wouldn’t even think it was the same person. She used to be bright, and outgoing, willing to chat it up with just about anybody, a regular teenage girl. Until Alex. And...Leah…. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand, get the drink. Get the gas. Go to work. She took a deep breath, she would complete her goals today.

“Hi! How are you today?” a cheery red head smiled at Clara, she tried to smile back, and return the enthusiasm, but the feeling of dread was starting to creep back up on her and she couldn’t shake it off.

“I’m fine thank you. Ten dollars on pump-”

“Shut up.” Clara feels a strong hand wrap around her upper arm and tug her back, she looked up to see the man who had been by the slurpee machine, pulling her towards him, a pistol in his hand, pointed right at the cashier. Clara squeaked as the man pulls her into him, jabbing the gun into her side. “Give me all the money in the register, or you, and her die. Now!” Clara flinches at the last word, which he snarled at the cashier. She had her hands up, tears streaming down her face. “Move.” he ordered. The cashier slammed a metal grate down and an alarm began to sound. The man held onto Clara even harder, yanking her around as he turned to find an exit. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. Clara shifted, trying to wriggle free. He pulled her closer, he was big and intimidating. He reminded her of Alex. “You’re not going anywhere.” he said. “I need you. Come on.”

Panic began to rise within Clara, she could feel her breath growing more ragged by the minute, all the things she needed to get done shooting through her head. The man dragged her towards the back of the store and into the warehouse, once inside, he shut and locked the door, shoving her from him and holding the gun to her. Surprisingly, the slushie hasn’t spilled. “Don’t move.” he said coldly. A sob escaped her throat, the bubble was rising, she could feel the panic getting ready to burst.

“P-Please,” she rasped, her throat was closing, she couldn’t breathe.“I-I have money.”

“I don’t want your money. We need to get out of here.” Clara looked at him confused.

“W-we?” the man grabbed her again, yanking her towards the back of the warehouse.

“Yeah. We. You’re my hostage,” fear filled her as the man’s lips curled into a smile. He pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket and yanked her forward, cuffing her. “Don’t struggle. And you live.” She was about to faint. The alarm was blaring, but through the sound Clara could hear the doors bursting open. The same doors she had walked into only minutes ago, it seemed like hours now. The man cursed again, kicking the back exit door open and shoving her through.

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They hid behind a dumpster, he peaked out, looking around to see cops, flooding into the gas station, Clara shifted uncomfortably, the cuffs were tight on her wrists, digging into her skin. He didn’t seem to notice. “A-are you a criminal?” she asked. He didn’t even turn to look at her, inching forward slowly, his hand still gripping her tightly.

"Yeah."that was it. No explanation. Just a straight no bull answer. As the cops go into the front of the store, the man gripped her tightly and yanked her towards an older Astro van. Clara pondered why no cops were looking over towards them, how no one could see he was taking her. But it would be just her luck. He threw the passenger door open, shoving her inside, before running around to the otherside and climbing in. The door shut with a slam and he pealed out and away, the cops just noticing as they leave the gas station. The sweet and tasty slushie, left on the floor of the warehouse.

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The van was loud. It sent deep rumbles of vibration all the way down to Clara’s bones. Like a massage after the chaos back at the gas station. Her hands are still bound but the man had finally stowed the gun. There was no handle on the inside of the passenger door. She was stuck and she stayed quiet. Out of fear. The man drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, listening to a song on the radio. The silence wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t comfortable either. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked softly, so low he might not even hear her. He stopped drumming and turned to look at her for the first time since he’d taken her.

"Wasn't planning on it." He replied. “I just needed some cash….but damn that cashier was quick on her feet. Taking you was the only way I would have gotten out of there alive.”

“W-why do you say that?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. He cocked his eyebrow, finally taking off his glasses, his eyes were a deep emerald green.

“You...You don’t watch tv do you ?” she shook her head. The news gave her anxiety. The only time she left her dorm was for class or work. Necessities. She kept to herself. He chuckled and shook his head as he turned on his turn signal.

“Why do you ask?” she asked a bit louder. She watched his adam’s apple bob and his eyes scan the road, searching for the right answer.

“I uh, I’m in a business most don’t agree with.” he said.

She decided to push a little further, “what do you do?”

“I’m...I’ve killed people.” he said it solemnly. Like he wasn’t proud of it, but he had to do it. Clara feels the panic begin to rise again. He cleared his throat. “What’s your name?” he asked, changing the subject.

“M-my…..it’s Clara.” she said, wishing she sounded braver than she felt.

“'m Harry.” he responded, “You know, you’re the first person I’ve met in a long time who didn’t know who I am.” he sighed, clicking his tongue, “You’re a weird girl.”

“Says the man who just admitted to murder being his occupation.” he laughed, shaking his head. She didn’t want to admit it, but she liked his laugh.

“Yeah, maybe we’re both just weird.” He paused and then said carefully, "I won’t hurt you."the tone of his voice is softer, calmer, and surprisingly soothing "Unless you make me." He added with emphasize on ‘make’.

“H-How many…” Clara trailed off, unable to finish her question. It was strange, she could never talk and be this open with just anybody. She usually just kept quiet, and stayed in her lane. She wasn’t the type of person to make waves. Not since before…..

“How many people have I killed?” Harry finished for her. She nodded, glad to have been pulled back from the darkness of her thoughts. He can tell that she’s got something going on. She looked so small and fragile. Like the china plates his mom used to collect. He really didn’t want to hurt her, and silently prayed he’d never have to. He bit his lip, trying to think of the right answer, “If I had to count….possibly sixty.” Clara's mouth fell open in shock.

“Oh my….” she instinctively moved further from him. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of rejection. She focused on her shoes, on the scuffs and the threads in the laces, anything to keep her from going crazy. They sat in silence for a long while. Harry began to twitch as it stretched, it was slight, barely noticeable. Except she saw it. "So where are you taking me?" Clara asked awkwardly, eyes darting to his before looking ahead again

“I’m taking you to my family. You’re my hostage for now, but they’ll decide if you know too much or have seen too much.” Clara swallowed hard, wondering what that could possibly mean. He must have sensed her worry, because he reached out, only to pull his hand back when she flinched, with a sigh. “Just don’t worry….You seem harmless enough.”

“Can you take the cuffs off? Please? They hurt.” Harry pulls off onto the side of the road.

"Don't try anything, okay? I have a gun." Harry met her eyes as he shut off the van and turned to her, he looked down to her hands. He quickly unlocked the cuffs and sat back. She rubbed her swollen wrists and he started the car back up.

“Are you scared?” he asked after a while. Clara looked up at him again. She noticed he had freckles, they were light and scattered across his cheeks...He’d be a good subject to draw.

“I….” she bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed, “I’m terrified…..I know that mentally….But I guess I’ve shut down. I don’t really feeling anything.”

“Why?” he asked, suddenly curious. Did he want her to be afraid.

“I’ve been in….I’ve been in a lot worse situations,” he scoffed at that, disbelievingly.

“You’re my hostage. I had you at gunpoint. I’m kidnapping you and you’ve been in worse situations?” she smiles at how ludicrous it sounds.

“It does sound crazy but….I don’t know. I have a lot of anxiety disorders and I’ve been struggling with depression so I….maybe this was too much and my body is protecting itself.” he pursed his lips together.

“How old are you?”

“19.”

Shit. He thought. She’s just a kid. “I’m sorry it had to be you.” she gave him a questioning look. “In the store. If you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have taken you.” she nodded, not quite accepting his apology, but understanding, that he knew, she had been through some shit.

“I haven’t…..I haven’t left this town my entire life.” she said quietly, changing the subject. Harry picked up her switch in demeanor and followed it, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah?” she tried to smile, it was small and tight, but she could feel the uneasiness begin to grow again.

“Yeah….where is your family?”

“You’ll see,” he said, flashing her a grin. “You’ll like it better than this dump.” he snorted as they passed the ‘Leaving Cincinatti’ sign.

“Why did you come here?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” she nodded, sinking back into her seat. Harry cleared his throat and turned the radio back up. “Better settle in. We got a long drive…..what kind of music do you like?”

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He shut the door behind him. The dorm room was quiet and he couldn’t feel her presence as he looked around. Everything was in it’s rightful place, meticulous and germ freak as ever. He missed her so much. He walked over to Clara's desk and lifted the sketchbook that sat open on it, he touched the lines of the person she drew, imagining the way she drew it, the way her hands moved. His heart was racing. It was 4pm and she should have been home now. She didn’t have any friends.

Where was she?

Where was the girl he’d been searching for for so long?

He was dying to see her again…….

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