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Quirkless! Single Mother X Keigo Takami/ Hawks

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He was the Boss of an Agency. Hold on, lemme just reiterate that. He is your Boss and your his assistant.

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💌Female Reader age: 24

💌Keigo Takami age: 25

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🧡He was the Boss of an Agency. Hold on, lemme just reiterate that. He is your Boss and your his assistant. When you first met, he expected you to Fangirl , but you didn't. He felt your extraordinary determination to work at this agency. Of course, this is one of the top agencies where you could get the best salary, so who wouldn't want to work here.

🧡 On your First day, papers filled your table, the phone rang the whole room, and the email pings were everywhere. Hawks was testing you. Whether you are up for the job or not, it's a natural routine. I mean, last week, you were reeking of determination to have the job, and now, you must have the will power be a worthy person for the position.

Beginning the day, you started your task filled with doubt and unsureness, mediocre at best, quirkless, and clumsy. He was ready to fire you at the end of the day. Lunch break came, and you were exhausted. "Welp, Im grabbing lunch; good work!" he said as he flew off the balcony, leaving you alone in his office.

🧡 Lunch break, alone in the office, you sat down at your desk and pulled out your small, relatively simple bento box. Proceeding to eat it in silence while scrolling through your phone. "I can do this. I'm gonna make her proud and make my family happy". You said, motivating yourself while staring at a picture of you and your daughter. The lunch break nears its end, and your ready to face the inevitable. Sure, you started off awkwardly. You were surprised that this agency accepted you despite the many more applicable fitting applicants. It reminded you of some schools where the entrance exams were easy as pie, but good luck getting out of the school with a diploma. This agency totally has that vibe.

Hanks returns just in Time to start working again. To Hawks's disbelief, He thought you were a different person because of how well you manage things, full of confidence and professionality. That my folks just made him intrigue to you more.

🧡 Days and months go by. You are the most stern person he met, so strict on schedules and meetings that he thoughts you are his Boss now. You were just doing your job. Right now, he is running late for an interview. You told him to meet you at the front of his agency. Furious, you took the elevator back up to his office. Upon reaching the door, you knocked. "Hawks, you are late for an interview " No reply. You knocked, no response again. That's it, you opened the door, and he is night there..... dancing? No more bopping his head and listening to music via headphones. Feeling the vibration from his wings, he immediately looked towards the door. Seeing you, he realized his mistake immediately removed his headphones, faintly letting out a familiar tune, "Your late for an interview was all you just said, he chuckled. "Got lost track of time, I guess," he awkwardly said.

🧡The music he was listening to was your own song covers. When you discover that he listens to your cover, you internally panic. "You listen to that?" you asked. "Oh yeah, do you know her too? -"You cut him off by saying, "Her voice is too cringe" " Then let me hear you try." he said, smirking. Thankfully, He doesn't know it is you who runs that channel.

🧡 Time has passed, and your relationship with him took a more friendly turn, although you are still strict towards him, especially on his schedule. Aww, c'mon dove, you know the traffic can't stop me. I can Fly us there!" he tried to convince you. "Are you serious? Have you forgotten that I am quirkless??" you reasoned, clearly angered that no matter how many reminders he still forgot this damn meeting. "Of course not, but I promise you I won't drop a beautiful person like you," and that's it... "I'm not taking the risk. I'll just take the service there, cya." sad hawks stood alone in his office, disappointed that his move didn't work on you. He sighed before taking off" Oh, dove, you don't have to be that tough to reject me' and took off.

🧡 When he learned that you have a daughter. He was devastated. He thought his chance of courting you was over. "Your joking, right?" he asked, trying to hide his heartbreak. You laughed in return, "I'm not joking, hawks. I had her when I was 19. Say hi to him, sweety" you said as your daughter went and introduced herself. "Hello, mister Hawks. My name is Yua; it's nice to meet you!!" "Show him your special skill, sweet pea." Hawks got intrigued when you told the child to show him something. "Will he not get mad?" she asked. "No darling, in fact, he would be happier" When you said that, she nodded and began to focus. Then 2 water-like wings sprouted From her back and amazement struck hawks face.

🧡Ever since you introduced your daughter to Hawks, he wouldn't stop bugging you to bring her ever." DOVE!! Please get her here!" he begged. "Hawks, I will bring her here After her school," you said, trying to calm down, massaging your nose bridge. He seemed pleased with the reply, "And do your paperwork, please" you plead, and he agreed and played your cover songs on his office speakers. It became his work playlist, and you got used to hearing your voice, but to be honest it's kind of distracting.

🧡 Finally, you could brought your daughter to the agency again. The Hawks can finally quit bugging you about it. "Alright, kid! excited for your flying lesson?" "Absolutely, mister hawks!" she said excitedly. "I hope I can fly like you though I don't know if water would help me to Fly," she said, dejected. "Be optimistic, kid anything can happen if you believe in it. Let's get to the balcony before your mom over there gets angry at me," he said, making the child giggle. He played his work songs and started the lesson. "Alright, kid, First things." "It is one of Mom's songs!" she said enthusiastically, 'What? He thought, confused."Okay, I'm ready for the lesson now, mister Hawks," she said, switching her Focus back to Hawks. An hour passed, and with much determination, your daughter was able to fly. Hawks felt like a proud dad, For real.

"Mom! I can fly!" "Now, my sweet pea Im so proud!"

Hawks, Following behind, ready to tease you with a new found knowledge.

"and I Didn't know you could sing song bird." he started. "how come you never told me, that it was you I was listening to, hmm?" he said nearing close to you, from personal to intimate space. You blushing and a child giggling. Your gonna lecture your child later.

🧡 A year has passed, the both of you got closer, and hawks heart Basically yearns for you. He is passionate about loving you now that he knows about your past relationships. A Jerk who promised the world to you and then left when he learned you were pregnant. He wished he was there for you, when you were dealing with pregnancy alone.

To him you aren't just his assistant now, he sees you as someone he can rely on and, you also have warmed up to him too, trusting him with your problems. He loves what you both have, a good relationship, seeing each other as equals, and he wanted more, his instincts saying more.

He is determined to earn your trust and your heart "one day" he whispered, siting on his office desk alone staring at a selfie of him, you with your daughter smiling genuinely, and somewhere on his mind he imagined a family with you.

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fandomgirlz01 · 11 months

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Don’t Leave Me Pt. 1

Marcus Pike X Reader

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Word count: 5,153

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Post Date: May 28th 2023

Post Time: 3:16 pm

Summary: Together Marcus and the reader lead their team through a case. They get ambushed by part of Marcus’ past which makes the reader start to question things, but something goes wrong while they're out in the field.

Third Person Pov:

After the whole Teresa thing and moving to D.C., Marcus had tried so hard not to get into other relationships, but then he met y/n. It was only about three weeks after everything and he’d still been feeling heartbroken– but who wouldn’t when a relationship fails as bad as it did? He’d walked into work that morning and the day went as normal as usual, until later when he was getting ready to go home.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, when in reality it’s now been almost four years. He had just finished packing up his bag, getting ready to turn out the light on his desk as his phone went off. It was his boss asking for him to come to his office.

Marcus’ Pov: *Flashback*

“Marcus, would you please come to my office? I have something important to discuss with you,” my boss's voice floods over the phone and I sigh as I move my hand from the lamp to the phone.

“I’ll be right there, sir,” I promise him as I hold down the button that lets me reply to him before letting go.

I wait a moment to see if there’s any response, but it stays quiet. I grab my bag, switch off the light on my desk, and start to walk to my boss’s office.

I take the elevator to his floor, walk down a few halls, then start to walk up to the door and go to open it.

“Hold on, Marcus. Mr. Hudson is in a meeting,” Destiny, his secretary, stops me in my tracks.

“Oh really? He called me in to see him,” I tell her and she shakes her head, smiling at me.

“He did? He didn’t inform me. Hold on, let me page him and see,” she tells me. I nod and put my hands in my pockets.

“Mr. Hudson?” she questions as she presses the page button down.

“What is it, Destiny?” he responds and she looks back up at me.

“Marcus is here. I wasn’t too sure if you wanted me to send him in or not,” she replies and there’s a pause as she waits.

“Yes. Yes. Send him in,” he responds before we can hear him release the page button.

“Ok, Marcus, you heard him. Go right on in,” she tells me as she waves me off to the door.

“Ok. Thanks,” I reply before taking a step forward and opening the door.

I pop my head in and leave a little knock on the door. Mr. Hudson pauses as he looks away from someone who’s sitting in the right chair in front of his desk.

“Ahh, Marcus. Come in, come in. Take a seat,” he tells me as he motions to the left chair.

“Uhh, ok. Is there something wrong, sir?” I ask him and he shakes his head with a small smile.

“Nothing's wrong, my boy. I just wanted to introduce you to your new partner. She just landed half an hour ago and will be starting on with you tomorrow,” he informs and I nod, even though I’m very shocked.

“Y/n, this is Marcus, Marcus, this is y/n. Your new partner,” Mr. Hudson introduces us.

I am immediately in awe when I see the girl sitting beside me. She smiles and says something before holding her hand out to me. I shake out of my daze and give her a confused look.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask and she lets out a giggle that sounds heavenly to my ears, making it easily become my new favorite melody.

“I said, hi. I’m y/n,” she reiterates and I again shake my head.

“Right. I’m sorry, I’m Marcus. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve just had a really long day,” I reply as I reach out and shake her hand.

“It’s ok. Really, I get it,” she promises me with a soft smile that makes my hands feel a little clammy, but I ignore it and remember my pact I made with myself when moving here.

“Don’t take this as an insult,” I comment as I take a quick look at y/n and she shakes her head. “But sir, why do I need a partner? I thought we said I wouldn’t need to have one. That I’d be head of department,” I reiterate what we talked about before my move.

“We did, but I just thought that you have so much to do that it could possibly take some off of your back. Don’t worry you're still head, she’s just here to take a little pressure off,” he explains as he gestures to her and I shake my head in denial.

“There’s not too much for me to do,” I petulantly argue even when I know he’s right.

“Marcus, my boy… not to add insult to injury, but you look tired and overwhelmed. You’ve only been here three weeks and you’re already behind,” he explains, pausing to give me a quick questioning look.

“I’m not overwhelmed…” I again argue and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Look, Marcus. You are and I see that. This is your new partner and that’s final. She’s only here to help you. Came just to do that. Please let her help you,” he begs me and I sigh reluctantly.

“Ok. I guess,” I agree and Mr. Hudson grins.

“Great! She starts tomorrow morning. You’ll be sharing an office, so don’t be surprised if there’s an extra desk in there in the morning,” he adds on and I see y/n smile an award-winning smile.

“I’m excited to get started, sir. Thank you so much for the opportunity. I won’t let you down,” she promises him and I frown at the way she says it.

It’s almost like she’s making a point known as she says it and he just hums while nodding. She quickly goes to get up, but Mr. Hudson stops her by holding his hand out.

“Hold on, y/n, we’re not done here. Marcus, you can go,” he informs me and I nod before getting up.

“It was so nice to meet you, Marcus. I hope we can grow a good friendship,” she sweetly tells me and I can’t help but smile at her.

“It was nice meeting you too, y/n. Me too, you seem sweet. I’m sure we’ll get along great. See you tomorrow,” I reply warmly and she smiles up at me, making my stomach do flips. I quickly push the feeling aside as I so desperately try not to ruin the pact I made with myself after moving here.

~End of Flashback~

Marcus’ Pov:

I sit leaning back in my office chair as we work on the case we’ve been vigorously working on for almost a week. After being in the office for a few hours I can’t help but let my thoughts wander. I think over the last four years and I smile when y/n —who’s now my girlfriend— lets out a sigh while rubbing her face.

After she became my partner, it took a while for us to get to know one another —because I so obviously closed myself off after Teresa— but eventually y/n got me to open up, making us become closer and closer until finally I asked her out. She got me to open up in ways I never had before. I eventually told her all about Teresa and we both agreed to take things slowly. Never did I imagine this is where we’d be almost four years later.

“Knock, knock,” Ezra Bradford, our tech person, announces as she stands in the door frame. She pops her head in, breaking me out of my daze down memory lane.

“What’s up, Ez?” I ask as and y/n and I look up at her.

“We caught the money trail. We found them…” she tells us and I look at y/n, who looks at me in almost excitement.

“Well, where does it lead to?” Y/n asks and Ezra takes a hesitant pause.

“Well, that’s the thing. It leads back to Texas,” Ezra hesitantly tells us and y/n's excitement quickly fades away.

“Welp, I guess this means we’re going to Texas,” I point out with a shrug and y/n sighs.

“Ok. We’re going to Texas. Marc, do you wanna contact them? Or should I?” Y/n asks me and I shrug as I stand from my chair, stretching out a bit.

“Either way. Come on, I’ll drive,” I tell her as I reach forward and grab the keys off her desk.

She lazily stands up, looking like the epitome of tired and lets out an exhausted huff. I chuckle before pulling her into my side. We walk out of the room, coming to a stop just in the hall of the office we share before closing the door up and locking it. I then turn and pull y/n back into my side, swaying with her lightly as I look back at Ezra over y/n’s shoulder.

“You can tell the boss, yeah?” I ask Ezra, giving her a questioning look and she nods.

“Yeah. I’ll have him get the jet ready for you too,” Ezra agrees with a firm nod before pushing her glasses up.

“Can you send the presentation to me, please, Ezra?” Y/n asks her and Ezra nods in agreement again.

“Sleepy?” I ask as I look down at y/n, who’s now cuddled into my side and she nods tiredly as she lets out a very small yawn.

“It’s been a very long week,” she bemoans and I agree with a soft hum as I leave a kiss at her temple.

“Well, you can sleep on the plane,” I tell her and she nods again as she lets out a very quiet hum of agreement.

“Alright, we’ll hopefully see you in a few days, Ez,” I tell her as I look back up at her over y/n’s shoulder again and she nods.

“Go get the bad guys. I can send over whatever information you guys need to Texas’ tech guy. Just say the words and I’ll do it,” she promises and with that, she gives us a small goodbye and scurries off.

“I’ll contact Abbott right now,” Y/n comments, using her phone to send a message to Abbott as she continues to tiredly walk beside me.

We start down the first hall of many halls we have to go down to get to the car garage as I guide —more like pull— y/n with me. We walk a few more minutes before coming up to the parking garage, then walk the four rows of vehicles and find our SUV that we share. Her phone pings as I unlock the doors and she gets into her seat while looking at it.

“Abbott says they’ll be happy to help. He’ll inform the team and we can brief them when we get there,” she informs me and I nod as I start the car.

“Babe. You want your sunglasses?” she asks me as she holds them up and I turn with a smile at her as she gracefully smirks at me.

“You know me better than myself,” I tell her and she smiles, giggling softly and putting her head against the headrest. She gives me an endearing look that makes me grin back at her.

“Of course. I mean, we have been partners for almost four years now…” she jokingly rolls her eyes and I snicker at her.

“And you’ve been more then my partner since I met you,” I tell her with a soft look, crossing my features.

“Awe, Marc. That’s so sweet, babe. You’ve been so much more to me too. I love you,” she replies with a grin that makes my heart soar.

“I love you too, baby,” I parrot her softly as I lean across the center console and give her a peck on the lips.

“Go bags are in the back, right?” she asks me after I pull away and I nod as I finally take my sunglasses from her hand.

“Ok. Well, let’s get this show on the road then,” she says jokingly and I chuckle.

I shake my head as I turn and start the SUV. Once it’s up and running, I make quick work of pulling out of our spot before driving us out of the parking garage. I drive for a while before finally pulling up to the private FBI airport and park.

After parking, I look over at y/n to see that she’s asleep. I smile fondly before getting out of the car and going around to her side. I open her door and lightly rub her leg.

“Hmmm, Marc, don't wake me, not yet,” she whispers out and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you have to. We have to get on the Jet, then you can go right back to sleep,” I tell her and she groans, shaking her head.

“Come on, honey. Just think of it. The faster you get on the plane, the faster we can try my favorite breakfast place in Texas. You know the one I’ve told you all about?” I bargain with her and she groans again.

“You mean the one with the awesome pancakes?” she asks softly and I nod.

“Yup. The one with all the different pancake flavors. I bet you’ll end up with the banana blueberry,” I exaggerate while bouncing my eyebrows at her.

Intrigued, she sits up and looks down at me, raising an eyebrow. I laugh and help her out of the car.

“Marcus Mario Pike, the hell is so funny?” she asks with a scowl that only makes me laugh a little harder.

“Nothing, honey. Nothing at all,” I tell her as I reach up and smooth out her hair for her.

“Awe, I had sleepy head again, didn’t I?” she asks with a pout as I pull my hand back with a soft smile crossing my face.

“Yes you did, but I find it rather cute,” I respond and she huffs, crossing her arms.

“Cute, my butt. Marcus, I am not cute when my hair is all frizzy and sticking up in the air,” she argues as I walk to the back of the SUV and open the trunk with her trailing after me.

“Oh, but sweetheart, that is where you are dead wrong,” I argue back as I pull our go bags out of the back before closing the trunk.

“I really don’t get how you see my half-dead asleep looks cute,” she snorts out in amusement and I smile as we both turn to start towards the jet.

“I find everything about you cute, sweetheart. Just accept that nothing about you is even remotely close to anything else in my eyes,” I tell her and she stops to scoff, shaking her head as she crosses her arms.

“I will never understand you, Marcus,” she huffs and I smile, chuckling before pulling her into my side as I leave a kiss on the side of her forehead.

“Yes. But you love me and as you always point out, always will,” I joke with her as we start walking towards the jet now.

“Well, you got me there. I have no comeback for that one,” she admits and I burst out laughing as we finally come up to the jet.

“Sir. Ma’am,” the pilot smiles before stepping aside and gesturing to the open jet door.

“After you, ma’am,” he says with a flirty smile directed at y/n and I feel red hot anger take over, but shove it down.

“Thank you. Marc, baby, sit with me?” she asks as she turns to me and I smile.

“Of course, babe. I’ll always sit next to you,” I tell her and she grins, almost beaming as she pulls me into the jet.

She pulls me in and I put our go packs down as she picks a place to sit before pulling me down in the chair next to her. She then cuddles up to me and I wrap my arm around her shoulder as the pilot now walks in.

“Ok. I’m going to get started with take off. All I ask is that you two be buckled for the ascent, and then when we’re in the air you can roam around all you want,” the pilot explains as if we haven’t done this before, but I just nod in agreement to appease him.

“Ok. I hope you enjoy the flight,” he says with a grimace as he slowly backs away before turning around and disappearing behind the door of the cockpit.

“Well, that was awkward…” y/n whispers and I let out another laugh as I rub her arm.

“Yes, it was,” I agree with her and she hums sleepily.

“I love you Marcus, don’t you forget it. It’s no one else for me,” she tells me as she nuzzles onto my neck, making me chuckle as it tickles, but I gladly welcome it.

“And I love you too, sweetheart. It’s no one else for me either,” I parrot her and she smiles softly as she pulls the blanket off the back of the chair.

“I’m going to get some sleep. You should too, babe,” she tells me as she closes her eyes and I snuggle her into my side.

“I think I may just do that,” I hum in agreement as sleep slowly starts to take me over.

I wake up and look around with my eyes squinted in confusion for a moment, before fully remembering where I am. I look at the clock that’s up on the wall and deduce that I only slept for an hour out of the three hour flight. I rub at my tired eyes with my free hand before reaching into my pocket and pulling my phone out.

Y/n subconsciously snuggles farther into my side, making me smile as I look down at her. I lightly rub her arm for a moment, hoping it’ll lull her back into a deeper sleep before turning back to my phone. I use my phone for a while before I get pulled out of my thoughts when the pilot's door opens.

“I just wanted to inform you that we are about to land in Texas,” he tells me and I nod at him.

“Thank you,” I reply to him and he nods once more before heading back to the cockpit.

I turn my head to look back at y/n, who still sleeps soundly against my side. I move my shoulder a bit, making it nudge her and she groans before just going back to sleep. I softly nudge her again and she groans again before frowning.

“Marc, what?” she mutters out in a grumpy tone, making me smile.

“I hate to do this to you again, sweetheart, but we’re about to land,” I tell her softly and she groans as she finally opens her eyes.

“Man. I’m so tired lately. Don’t know why,” she comments as she sits up.

“I know. After this case, we should take some time off. Get you rested up,” I propose and she hums softly as she gives me a tired look.

“That sounds nice, babe,” she agrees and I smile softly at her.

I quickly pull her into my side again and leave a kiss on her forehead before she nuzzles into my neck. We stay cuddled up until we’ve fully landed and stand up. I grab our go packs as the door to the jet opens.

Together we walk off the jet and to the car they have waiting for us. I grab the keys from the guy who holds them out for me and give him a thank you as I slap his shoulder. He gives me a nod and smile before walking off.

I get into the driver's seat and y/n already sits in the passenger seat. She gives me a huge smile before I start the car up.

“Do you remember the way there or do you want me to put it in the navi?” Y/n asks me and I shake my head as I turn the blinker on to pull out of the airport parking lot.

“I think I got it, babe. Thanks, though,” I tell her and she nods before sitting back in her seat.

“I’ll get the briefing presentation loading up. Ezra should have sent it over,” y/n tells me as she pulls her laptop out.

“I’m sure she did. Ezra’s very thorough,” I add and she grins.

“That she is,” she agrees with me.

I drive for a while longer and before I know it, I’m pulling into the parking garage of my old work office. I pull into the parking lot and park before turning the car off. Y/n quickly unbuckles and starts getting out of the car.

I, however, freeze as I realize who I’m going to have to see when I walk in. Y/n seems to notice that I’m not getting out and opens her door again. She slides back in and gently puts a hand on my bicep, but it still makes me jump as it pulls me out of my daze.

“Marcus, are you okay? If you can’t do this, I can handle it. You go get the hotel that I’m sure we’re going to need,” she tells me and I shake my head.

“No. I’m not leaving you alone to deal with my ex-fiancé,” I inform her and she smiles softly at me.

“Marcus. If you can’t go in, that’s okay, baby. I can do it. It’d be hard, but I’m sure I’d be fine,” she again tries and I shake my head again.

“No. No. I just needed a moment. I’m okay. I’ll come in with you,” I promise her and she smiles.

“Ok. If you’re really sure, my love. Let’s go,” she agrees with a soft nod before getting back out of the car.

I sigh once at the thought of how lucky I have gotten and shake my head before getting out of the car myself. I meet her around the back of the car and open the trunk door. I pull my go bag out and she grabs hers before putting it on her shoulder as I do mine.

She goes around the car on her side and heads for the building with me right behind her. She stops at the front of the car to look at the building before looking at me.

“We do this together, yeah?” she asks me as she holds her hand out for mine.

“Together,” I agree with a smile as I grab her hand.

With one last smile from her, we walk through the door. The door monitor stands when he sees us as he asks for IDs and we both pull them out. He looks over them for a second before stepping to the side and nodding as he motions for us to move on.

We walk farther in and soon I’m walking down familiar hallways. I show y/n where to go as we hit the first floor.

“Did Abbott tell you where he was meeting us or where to meet up with him?” I ask her as we walk and she turns to look at me.

“He said to come to his office and he’ll do the rest from there. Said you’d know where to go?” she tells me and I nod.

“Yup, I know exactly where it is. Maybe we’ll get lucky and not run into anyone on the way,” I respond to her and she smiles, squeezing my hand.

I then lead her through the building and to the elevator. I press the button to Abbott’s floor and lean back against the rail. She cuddles into my side and I put my arm around her.

Once the elevator comes to a stop, we wait a moment for the doors to open. After they do, we walk through them and into the big room. We look around all the desks, but nobody seems to look up so I just quickly start to lead her down the hall to Abbott’s office.

“This place is so huge. Definitely more beautiful than our office. I see why you liked working here,” y/n comments as she looks around while we walk.

We soon come up to Abbott’s door and I leave a knock on it. We wait just a few minutes before we hear him tell us to come in. With one last squeeze of y/n’s hand, I reach out and open the door before walking in.

“Ahhh, Marcus. It’s so good to see you again. How’ve you been?” Abbott asks as he looks up from his desk as we walk in.

“Good, good. This is y/n, my partner and girlfriend,” I tell him as I introduce y/n while pointing at her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Marcus, you picked a beautiful girl,” Abbott politely gives an affirmation to y/n that makes her smile.

“Thank you, sir, but I wouldn’t say I picked her. More like she picked me,” I comment and y/n blushes.

“No one picked anyone, we simply were made to meet one another,” she tells me and I smile before pulling the seat out for her.

“Of course we were, sweetheart,” I tell her as I sit in the other seat.

“Well, Marcus, how can we help you?” Abbott asks with a smile as he changes the subject.

“Well, sir. We need your team to help us find a group of guys that stole a very important piece of work from the Washington museum. We tracked them here and need to get to them before they trade the piece,” I explain and he nods.

“Do you have everything you need to brief them ready?” he asks and y/n nods.

“Yes. I loaded it up on the way here. All I need is your tech person to help show me how to connect it to your database,” y/n replies and Abbott nods as he picks his phone up off the receiver.

“Jason, I need you in briefing,” Abbott talks through the phone and he nods, humming before putting the phone down again.

“Jason is on his way. He’ll show you how to connect. I’ll contact the team and have them all meet in briefing,"Abbott informs us with a light smile and y/n nods before standing up.

“Thank you, sir,” she tells him with a smile and I stand up alongside her.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know the way to briefing,” I tell her as I put a hand on her back as I guide her out of the room.

We walk out of his office and straight to the briefing room right across from it. As we walk in, Jason stands there with a smile that grows wider when he sees me.

“Agent Pike! So good to see you again,” he tells me before holding a hand out for a shake.

“And you, agent Wylie, how've you been, buddy?” I ask him as I shake his hand.

“Busy as always, how have you been in Washington?” he questions and I smile.

“Life’s been going pretty good. By the way, this is my partner and girlfriend, y/n,” I introduce y/n, putting a hand on her back.

“Oh that’s great news, how long have you two been together?” Jason asks with a smile at y/n.

“Four years in a week,” y/n proudly tells him and my face falls.

“That’s next week? Honey, I’m glad you said something now. I almost forgot,” I tell her and she playfully rolls her eyes at me.

“Marcus, baby, it’s ok. I understand, we’ve been working on this case so much lately. It’d be hard not to forget what day or week it is with how much we’ve been in office the last few weeks,” she tells me as she squeezes my arm softly, making me smile.

“I truly don’t deserve this girl,” I joke with Jason and he laughs.

“Ok. What is it you guys need?” Jason asks and y/n smiles.

“Can you show me how you guys connect your computers to the main screen?” Y/n questions as she holds her computer out to him.

“Sure! I’d love to!” Jason replies as he takes her computer.

“It's really simple. All you do is come over to the podium here and take this cord. Then just plug it in,” he tells her while showing her as I sit on the front table and she smiles enthusiastically.

“Wow, that’s so much simpler then what we have,” she comments and he looks at her, shocked.

“But you're DC. Isn’t DC like the highest building? Shouldn’t they have, like super advanced technology?” he asks and she giggles, shaking her head.

“You would think they did,” but unfortunately they do not,” I add on and y/n nods.

“It’s actually the worst. It always crashes and fails,” y/n explains and Jason shakes his head.

“And the higher ups don’t fix it?” he asks, making y/n laugh again.

“Nope. They care more about what’s in their offices than ours,” she answers him and he sighs.

“Dang, that sounds annoying,” he comments and y/n nods.

“Oh it most definitely is, but we love the job so we make it work,” I tell him with a shrug and he smiles.

“Well, at least you love it. That’s gotta count for something, right?” he asks and y/n nods, smiling.

“Oh it most definitely does,” she tells him before a throat clears from behind me.

I turn around to see who it is and in the time I’ve been here, I really had forgotten about why I had been apprehensive to come back. That is, until now. My face falls at the site of Patrick and Lisbon holding hands as they look over us. For a split second, I freeze and just stare behind me as I look them over, noticing shiny rings on their fingers.

I stay frozen, unable to move or speak as I look over at the girl I once loved now with someone else. It’s then when I feel another hand grab onto mine that I snap back to earth and turn to see y/n. She smiles softly up at me and suddenly all my anger washes away. I squeeze her hand to let her know I’m fine.

I give her a questioning look and she nods subtly. So with one last sigh I close my eyes before turning to them and opening them to look at them again.

“Patrick, Theresa,” I greet them with a small curt nod.

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 months

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Greatest Gift

Summary: This Christmas might just change everything, but in the best way possible.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 2,328

Kihyun x Reader

Prompt: 12. Make your own prompt. - "You're the most beautiful gift I could have ever hoped for. A gift I want to keep forever. Will you allow me?" ------ I was thinking Christmas proposal/ engagement 🤭 ------ Gender neutral ------ With the one and only Yoo Kihyun 🤩 ------ Thank you and happy holidays!

[A/n: I think I physically ascended when I first read this and pictured him saying it. And to whoever sent this ask, just know I love you and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season. This was absolutely self-indulgent for me. I hope it’s very indulgent for you too.]

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It was finally Christmas morning, and you couldn't be more excited as you opened your eyes. When you were a kid, you’d wake up at six am sharp, rushing over to the Christmas tree, hurrying your parents down the stairs to open presents. While the excitement faded a bit over the years, you still were excited to spend the whole day with Kihyun. Who, for the past seven Christmases, made you feel the joy of the holiday again.

You throw the blanket down, ready to run down, until you notice Kihyun isn't beside you, ready to push you out of the way as he runs to the tree, too. Your heart sinks, worrying that he left without you, before the door opens, and in pops Kihyun.

You sigh, full of relief, as he enters, “Don't worry, I didn't start unwrapping without you.” You smile as he walks in with a tray full of breakfast foods. He carefully walks, not wanting to spill anything. You hold your hands out and grab the tray after moving his blanket back so he can crawl back underneath them. With him all settled, he says, “This is my first Christmas gift to you.” You smile as you thank him and kiss his cheek as you settle the tray down over your legs. And see that he prepared everything just like how you liked it.

Which was different than any of the Christmases before, so you ask, “Did you grow up having breakfast on Christmas?” He shrugs, “It depended if my parents woke up before my brother and I.” You nod, “Ah, I always woke up before mine, so I guess that’s why we never had it.” He laughs, “I can see that. You're usually up before I am. I had to sneak out of here when you rolled over.” You laugh, and he smiles, “I love you.” You blush, “Ever since you wanted to say I love you more easily, you’ve certainly worked on it. But I love you too.” He smiles, and you lean your head on his shoulder after eating another bite of waffles.

You reiterate to him, “I mean it, you know? Every day that I wake up, and you’re beside me. I’m so thankful.” He kisses the top of your head, “I’m so grateful that I get to fall asleep beside you. I wish we always got to, like those married couples on TV.” You nod, not thinking much of the fact he specified them being married. “Me too, but I guess that’s the beauty of it. Even when they’re apart, they’re together.” He hums, and you move your head off his shoulder to finish your meal.

When you've both finished eating, he moves the tray, and you follow him down the stairs excitedly. When he asks, “Do you want to start the dinner with me first, and then we open presents?” You pout, “You’re no fun.” He laughs, “But you love me anyway.” You grin, “Yeah. Let’s make it!” Even though it was different, you shrugged it off and happily went with it. You both moved away from the living room and into the kitchen.

You pull out your cookbook and find the correct settings for the ham. And set the oven as he pulls it out and places it into the sink you cleaned the night before. He takes off the wrapping while you prepare the pan. You hold the bag out for him to put it in before dunking it with a sugary drink and adding brown sugar and fruits to the top. As you smother it, you ask, “Isn’t it kind of sacrilegious for you to eat ham?” He blinks at you before he realizes what you meant and bumps you with his hip. “No, two different animals.” You giggle, “I know, plus you’re more of a shark.” He smirks, “You know just what to say.” You grin and wash off your hands before tying the bag. You hear the buzzer ring, open the door, and put it into the oven as Kihyun washes his hands.

He starts cutting up veggies for the two of you to eat while you watch a Christmas movie, and you pull out a smaller cutting board to work alongside him. You make a small veggie tray for the two of you to snack on. Before heading to the living room, “So, Mr. Let’smakedinnerfirst. When are we going to open our presents?” He looks at the time before looking back at you, “Later.” You tilt your head, “Why?” He shrugs, and you realize he must have a big surprise waiting under the tree for you, or he wouldn’t be hesitant to open presents.

In fact, this is the first time in seven years. He’s waited to open presents. You want to say something to that fact, but you hold back. Whatever the reason was, it was a good one. And you didn’t want to ruin your surprise by pestering him because you knew he’d probably blurt it out due to his nerves. You let it go and eat your veggies while watching ‘Arthur Christmas,’ “You know, this is probably the most plausible Santa Claus movie.” He agrees, and you both watch as the little girl finally gets her present after the hundreds of trials and tribulations it took to get to her house. Santa finally made it. He says as the movie ends, “I think that was the best role for the older brother to fit.” You agree, “I think it was perfect how everyone ended up.” He nods, and you both get up from your cuddled position to start prepping other things to eat alongside the ham.

As you’re peeling an orange, he looks at the packaging and watches as you eat a slice, “Shouldn’t you not be eating these?” You tilt your head at him, and he goes, “Because you’re a cutie.” You laugh and tap his shoulder, “Ki!” He grins, “I’m right, you know.” You gasp as he steals the rest of your peeled orange and eats it. And you exclaim, “Kihyun!” He laughs before handing you another orange to peel. You push it back into his hands and cross your arms, and he shakes his head as he peels it for you, “Happier?” You grin as you snatch it before offering him a piece, which he gladly takes. “Now, we’ve both had one full one. And yeah, I’m happier now.” He smiles, “Good.”

To avoid having loads of dishes later, you start doing the dishes now. As you scrub one, you feel his arms slide around you before pulling you against him. He links his hands around you and says, “I love you. I hope you know how happy you make me.” You look back at him, “I love you too. And you make me very happy, too.” You put another dish on the rack to dry, and he unlinks his arms, grabs a cloth to dry, and puts the clean dishes away. As he puts away the plates, he starts singing one of your favorite love songs. You hum softly along until he encourages you to sing with him. He pulls you away from the soapy sink and holds your hands as he serenades you. He waits for you to sing your lines before he continues along. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve heard his singing voice. It still sends shivers down your spine. You grin as the two of you sing in harmony.

As he finishes the song with butterflies running amuck in your stomach, he asks, “If you could be with me forever, would you?” You take a second to process his question before answering, “Of course I would. But I’ve already told you that.” He grins, “I know, but I just like hearing you say it.” You shake your head and smile at him. And he places a kiss on your forehead before you both finish up the current dirty dishes. The oven rings after you’ve finished and you put away your cookbook. Kihyun pulls the ham out of the oven and opens the bag while you turn the stove on.

And in no time, you’re eating Christmas dinner in front of the TV. Usually, you’d eat at the dining table, but because of the holiday and all the specials playing, you just had to eat in the living room. You both could clean up later if it gets dirty anyway. You watch ‘A Year Without A Santa Claus’ as you eat and giggle at the Miser Brothers' scenes, but find yourself sniffling at the “I believe in Santa Claus” song, and you turn to see Kihyun do the same thing. And you nuzzle closer to him, wary not to tip your plate. You finish your plate as the movie ends, and you both head back to the kitchen to clean up and throw trash away. It takes a while before you’re done and your hands are clean again. You head back to the living room, finding you both still have to open presents. You look over at Kihyun with pleading eyes and a pout, and he nods.

“Can I put it on tape?” You blink at him, “Tape?” He shakes his head, “I meant- I mean, film it on my camera?” You shrug, “Yeah, it’ll be nice to look back on next Christmas.” He smiles, “Maybe even more than that.” You grin and agree. He sets up his phone to film you both opening your presents. You drag your present piles over to the couch in front of his phone, and you do your best to ignore the camera as Kihyun does so effortlessly. You shake off any nerves before diving right into your pile while he does the same. You received a gift from each of your friends and a few from Kihyun. You open your friends' gifts first and appreciate each gift before ripping open the next package.

The pile of paper around you two becomes bigger and bigger as you open more and more presents. You look over to see Kihyun starting to open one of your presents. You smile as he opens the dark blue sweater you got him. He looks over at you as he puts it to his chest, “You got me the perfect shade of blue.” He winks at you as he takes his current sweater off before ripping off the price tag from the label and putting it on. He waits for you to open one of his, and you smile as you rip it open. And out falls a (f/c) cardigan, “I know you love wearing mine a lot, but I thought you should have one that went with more of your outfits.” You follow suit, ripping the tag off, and grin as you slip it over your long sleeve, “I love it.” You open your last two gifts from him and show him happily, and he shows you his.

You're looking through your pile to ensure you didn't miss anything. When Kihyun clears his throat, you don’t think much of it but still look over at him to watch him slip off the couch onto his knee. You ask, “You want help cleaning up?” Thinking that’s why he was getting off the couch and onto the floor. He shakes his head before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box with a tiny bow on top of it. You whisper, “No way,” as you realize what he’s doing. You quickly move to sit properly and move all the wrapping paper and gifts off your lap. To truly perceive what’s going on. Now you know why he wants to film it other than his regular filming and photographing habits. He smiles as he watches you. When you finish, he’s moved a few things blocking his view.

He opens the box and reveals a darling ring with your favorite stone in the middle. But what causes you to start crying is when he says, “You're the most beautiful gift I could have ever hoped for. A gift I want to keep forever. Will you allow me?” You move the sleeve of your new cardigan down over your right hand to wipe your eyes before answering, “Of course.” He slips the ring over your left finger as you continue your answer, “You’re the greatest gift I could have hoped for. When I said earlier, I would be with you forever if I could. I meant it. I love you so much. I won’t just allow you to. I want you to. And I want to be with you forever.” He smiles, and you grin as you get on the floor in front of him and pull him into your arms.

When you've gained some composure, you ask, “Is this why you wanted to wait to open presents?” He nods, “I wanted it to be perfect.” You shake your head, “Even if it was a messy proposal. As long as it was from you, it’d always be perfect.” He holds you tighter, and you feel tears hitting, dampening your layers of clothes. You move your head away from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, “I knew five months into dating you I wanted to marry you.” He sniffles as you wipe his tears. And he reaches up to do the same. You can’t help but grin at him, “I love you. Oh, how I love you.” He tells you proudly, “I love you with my whole heart.” before cupping your cheeks and bringing you into a passionate-filled kiss.

When you are both back on the couch, you ask another question, “And is that why you wanted to film it so badly?” He nods, “Yeah, I wanted us to keep this moment forever.” You smile as you kiss his nose, “Me too. I'm glad you did. We should play it at our wedding.” He grins, “That's exactly what I was thinking.”

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mcfuckity · 1 year

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I know a few people who dislike huntlow and say stuff like:"this ship is super rushed, hunter has to work on himself, he doesn't understand romance and it is the last thing he needs" but they ship huntric and lumity🥴like you dislike huntlow for being rushed and hunter not being able to understand romance but you ship hunter and edric who interacted only once 🤡 something tells me those are not the reasons why those people dislike this ship, but completely for different ones🫣 and they are afraid to admit. Again i don't have problem with people who dislike huntlow but i have problem with people who drag huntlow down meanwhile shipping edric and lumity. Again every person has a right to dislike or like a ship. And what is so interesting that the majority of people never brought these excuses for amity when they shipped so much lumity and attacked everybody who wasn't a fan of this ship. And also unlike amity hunter didn't have that much problems with morality, didn't harm intentionally willow and gus, even when he got them captured he still tried to fix mistake. He actually owned up to his mistakes and had to learn it the hard way. Meanwhile amity wasnt addressed for her awful behaviour and shifted the responsibility of her actions on to her parents. And she didnt even try to reconcile with willow. She suddenly became a "sofgtie" out of nowhere without getting called out and only around luz. I am sorry folks but this is not a proper redemption. People also dislike willow and gus for not being plot relevant when its clearly writers fault for not giving them episodes to shine, and it is not as infuriating as amity who got a lot of episodes dedicated to her but still ending as a "girlfriend" who doesnt do much. No offense to amity stans and they literally whine all the effing time like why people dont talk about amitys trauma, when it was the only thing discussed during s1-s2, as if all these talks and fanarts about amity wasnt enough. They always bring up amity literally all the time.

I agree and I’ve discussed this before. I recently haven’t said anything because I want the whole show to be over before rewatching it and having a retrospective to see if anything changes. I have talked about this before though.

I adore Huntlow/Winter and I love that they are still separate and unique characters while being together. I hate the stupid excuse that Hunter isn’t “ready for a relationship” because it makes no sense. A traumatized kid just found people who makes him feel seen, heard, and loved. He also got a crush on someone who ALSO experienced mistreatment and cares so much about him. I can see why Hunter would like Willow and vice versa. I CAN’T see how Luz would like Amity since she’s BEEN bullied and she SAW Amity bully Willow. I have no idea why Luz was all in Amity’s face.

The popular fanon ships are so frustrating because they’ll just ship Hunter w a yt person with the same logic he got with Willow for.

I haven’t seen any Willow and Gus hate but they were literally sidelined to make Amity look good because they know that she didn’t have a real redemption. It makes no sense that Amity got so much screentime just to keep reiterating herself as Luz’s gf but never have Willow and Gus be there for Luz to reiterate their friendship. Hell, even in s1 and Amity was barely there, the fans literally favored her and made so much fanart of her replacing Willow and Gus/ making them background support to lumity. It was literally just “tomato Amity” and “idiot Luz” fanart flooding my feeds. At least Huntlow art has character. Amity needs nothing else.

Then the show damn near goes out the way to have Lumity on one side and Emerald Trio on the other with sprinkles of Amillow interactions to be like “See? They’re all friends 😇”. It’s getting tired fr.

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saucylittlesmile · 1 year

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I usually write in my tags but I decided to this instead, eith Scott’s long interview:

They changed my life. And it changed how I felt about the sport, and they empowered me to be my best self and learn what that is and who that was

I was going to write something but in this case, I felt a picture was worth a thousand words.

But not very long after – two, three years after – we kind of started thinking – because we’d already retired once and done tours and we’re doing a show – and we just looked at each other and were kind of like ‘This isn’t the same’. We both had other projects that we were putting on hold: her getting her MBA and working for Deloitte, and for me, the skating school. So as much as we miss each other daily, it was time to move on and not perform anymore.

I mean, we already knew this; they didn’t find the same fulfillment in show skating long term, and yet touring is enough of a commitment that it can keep other life plans from being realized; but still it’s nice to always know they were on the same page of being ready to get to that next stage of life. I did laugh at his ‘we retired once’ given how often they reiterate a that they didn’t retire hut took a break - still, it was an earlier chance to experience that lifestyle of non-competitive touring life too.

And I wanted to really do my own thing. But I would have done my own thing, I think, in Montreal, if I hadn’t met my wife and missed my family and all that stuff. I still think my home is in Ontario. But professionally, I was a little bit upset, because I would love to be beside them in Montreal and join forces.

It’s a Sliding Doors moment - that whole imaginary what if scenario that changes everything and yet changes nothing. But the reality is, he gets to be near his family, and his daughter gets to grow up with close family; and he gets to have a bit of a ‘the best of both worlds’.

The athletes relating to each other, being able to tell a story, kind of cat and mouse, back and forth. So that’s my strength, I think. I always really dove into that as a performer, I’d get to work with the best woman in the world, Tessa, so when we got into those energies, it was so much fun.

I’m thinking about Tessa being shocked that there are teams who don’t talk to each other on the ice. I’m thinking about teams who skate together but who barely even look at each other, let alone seem to make a connection. We were spoiled by VM’s partnership, and the level to which they were able to perform those stories and relate to each other, but not everyone can manage it, It’s going to be interesting to watch him encourage growing those relationships.

So I could be like ‘I want you to try this.’ And it wouldn’t necessarily even make sense. But Madi and Zach they can make anything [make sense]. And then the first time it’s gold, and you start to think ‘Holy shit. Maybe I am a great choreographer.’ And then you work with a 10-year-old and 12-year-old and you’re like ‘Oh, no, there we go. I’m back again.’

I just LOL’d at this.

So I’ve made a list. I won’t tell you who else is on the list, because I’m hoping that they’ll end up on our team as well – one day – but they were at the top of my list.

I want to know, lol, because I could only guess 1 name. Bet the rest I’d be surprised at. Love they made sure that Madison (and Adri) could tour if they had the desire and the chance.

Yeah, I go back and forth on that one. What I said yesterday in the meeting – and I have to tip my cap to the dance tech committee that they’re asking us, trying to poll everyone and to work collaboratively, you create an ice dance event that everyone likes – but I don’t mind it. I don’t think there’s a major flaw right now.

Interesting that the ISU is at least having discussions about dance with the people who have to deal with the decisions. Guess I shouldn’t 100% blane the ISU. ;)

I miss pattern dances a bit. The problem with pattern dances is how they’re judged. I like pattern dances because of the old-school patterns on the ice. Speed, dance position, like the older style of ice dance, and nobody really seems to care about that anymore. So I always wonder, why are we keeping it around for key points when it’s not really the spirit of the dance? But I do miss it in the program this year, I would remove PST and put pattern dance back in.

I can’t believe I’ve been around long enough to live through SM saying he wants the pattern gone to circle back around to him wanting it back. 😭 This one section we were shaking hands, preaching to the choir, same page agreement.

Of course then he went on to praise the choreographic elements and I had to cancel him.

(okay I get he’s saying he thinks they creative and he wishes he could’ve done them and etc etc but No Scott That’s Just the Wrong Opinion, I am right, thanks)

Well, Moulin Rouge came from Tessa and I’s heart and soul. And with Marie-France and Patrice and Sam all collaborating – It’s a special one. It’s not the most original one or groundbreaking, but it came from our souls. And we love the music. And so that was probably my favourite in the end.

They fought for it, and it made it all the more their program. ❤️

And also, we went back into Pink Floyd for our last number, because the Pink Floyd free dance is probably the project that I connected with the most.

Vindication! Uncancelled him, as a Pink Floyd free dance enthusiast.

Just a great interview. I love that they weren’t editing him down into a condensed version. Really, we have been incredibly spoiled with a few of Tessa’s recent podcasts and Scott’s interviews and their joint one - way, way more insights and stories and so on than I would have ever expected to get at this point.

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numinously-yours · 17 days

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hii! could i have a reading from you on the characteristics of my next romantic partner and when they’ll potentially come into my life? thank u soo much 🫶

-♎️

Good morning!

Starting with characteristics we have: The Chariot reversed, the Nine of Cups, and the Nine of Cups. Lovely!

Your person is very content with life. They feel like they're in a place where they're thriving, but they're also ready to take on new adventures. They are definitely a free spirit. They don't always have a plan when they take their next adventures, but somehow they are still cognizant of how the steps they take are affecting others around them. Overall, they're just a very curious person. Because they ARE in a good spot in life, they are excited to learn what else is out there. How can life be even better? How can they inspire others to love their life? I get really happy and sweet energy from them :)

In terms of timeline: Five of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, Three of Swords, and Eight of Swords (with the high priestess on the back of the deck)

I looked at these cards for a little bit before typing this out because I really wanted to understand what they were saying. What I am really being brought back to is that the pentacle cards are the timeline in terms of actual TIME (seasons, calendars, etc) and the swords are what needs to happen internally before you're going to be the most open to accepting this person in your life. Pentacles can either point to the winter months or years. I'm leaning more toward the winter months of this year, rather than it actually taking years to happen. I DO think that your guides are saying that you will need to focus on the pentacle cards for it to occur sooner rather than later in the winter months. The Knight of Pentacles feels like someone bringing something "new" which makes me think of moving into the new year. Right now, the month of December is really calling out to me and that it will be a relatively new relationship as 2025 comes in.

For your sword cards, I am seeing that you have had some heart break. Whether it is from past romantic relationships or even disappointment from people who are really important to you (romantic or not). You have been really hurt and it's making it hard to open up to the idea that someone will love you fully OR that you'll find someone to trust again. Some "what's the point?" energy is coming through. But the point is getting to experience this amazing person that's waiting for you! Your guides are saying that you have to let go of these negative thoughts and victim mentalities that overwhelm you sometimes (I want to be clear that I am not saying you're playing the victim; heart break sucks, but we CAN get really bogged down in the feelings and forget the good stuff we DO have in life. That's what's coming out in the message).

I wanted to use the High Priestess/back of the deck as the advice toward how you can continue to move forward and make room for this person to come into your life. I feel like it's cliche, but getting in touch with your intuition is really going to help. As people have probably noticed, I love Biddy Tarot and use her guides to help me find insights. A line from the linked page about the high priestess says, "Knowledge of how to fix these issues will not come through thinking and rationalizing, but by tapping into and trusting your intuition, so allow yourself the time and space to meditate and attend to your inner voice." Additionally, the HP wants you to embrace your divine feminine (regardless of gender). It reiterates to feel rather than think. Be proud of yourself for your ability to love, nurture, and empathize. It may feel like the root of "why" you're going through your heartbreak, but it really is a strength. Your future partner is going to see this part of you and, I bet, they're going to want to learn even more to see how they can incorporate your goodness into their life.

Best of luck my love!

Numinously yours,

#love reading #relationship reading #tarot reading

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bitchkay · 1 year

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First Time♡

~Aquia Avari

CW: [n]sfw 18+, afab gender neutral reader, hopelessly in love virgins, loss of virginity, communication😩✨, Aquia gets a nosebleed🤭, clit stimulation, Aquia has a big fucking cock, kisses, idealized asf, lots of L bombs, premature ejaculation, creamy pie, heart warming ash♡

Word count: 3143

Rating: Explicit (18+ mdni)

Prompt(s): Seeing them naked for the first time, Their first time together

Note: @voltagefandomproject every time I write Aquia it's always soft and sweet which- as I should Aquia deserve all the love in the entire world I love him so much, but one day I will write him going feral I think it's what we all deserve, also the next few days will be me posting what I have left for this project, probs another three works unless I impulsively start something new

Crossposted on ao3

— voltage fandom ccc masterlist

"…"

"..We don't have to if you're not read-"

"I want this…! I mean.. I do want this, I want… I am ready.. for you."

Seated on the edge of his bed, your heart pounded as your mind pictured various scenarios of how this night would turn out. Your first time- for both of you, mind. You never placed importance on the progression of your relationship, therefore took things at your own pace; you can't pinpoint the moment you decided you wanted Aquia to be your first but you do know if it was with him then you'd be okay.

"... love, you're shaking. You don't have to be ready for me, it's okay if you're not ready I-"

"No Aquia, I do want this... more than anything. I'm just…"

"Nervous?"

"Yeah…"

Aquia as well lacked experience in this department, but left it to you to decide if you wanted to share your first time with him. He'd respect any decision you made and wouldn't force himself on you if you didn't want it.

Aquia held your hands in both of his before kissing your lips. It was a short kiss, meant to reassure you, reiterating everything he'd said before. Without letting go of your hands you both stood up, looking into eachothers eyes.

"You can say no at any time. I will bend to your will." You nodded confirming this, wrapping your arms around your paramour's shoulders resting your forehead on his.

You kissed his lips hard, pouring every ounce of passion into him through your lips, as a result, when you pulled away he had a strong fiery aura surrounding him, but it wasn't much you concerned yourself with. When you pulled away one of Aquias hands raised to the top of your chest nudging the buttons on your blouse.

"May I?"

"Go ahead."

You watched as he made work on your top, meticulously undoing every button, pulling away your shirt revealing red lacy undergarments cupping your breasts and peeking out of the top of your bottoms.

"It's not too much is it?" You said mildly flustered.

"You're perfect."

"May I?"

"Of course."

From there you carefully removed each other's clothing from the other until you stood in front of each other in only your undergarments.

"Wow.." Aquia breathed, taking in the shape of your body, its dips and curves, slopes and valleys, every little imperfection that made you all the more perfect.

"Yeah…" you sighed in response, gazing at Aquia, or rather ogling him. Seeing him without clothes for the first time, gave an image to the hard chest you felt under his clothes.

You met each other's eyes, with a slightly embarrassed chuckle realizing you were both staring at the other's chest. You leaned in to kiss Aquias lips again, put more at ease by his gentleness. He treated your body like a priceless jewel as his hands met your skin, testing the waters for intimate contact.

Without pulling away from your kiss you reached for Aquias hand resting it atop your breast, pulling the other hand to your hip.

"... would you take these off for me."

Aquia's face flushed bright red as he looked down at your boobs adorned in pretty red lace. The image of your full body completely naked filled his mind; he felt like a pervert. He wondered what color were your nipples, how firm or soft were your breasts, would they sag when he took the bra off? What about your pussy, is it shaven, trimmed, hairy, he wouldn't complain. Did you have thick labia, small– God, what is he doing?! He's not a teenage boy!

Aquia shook away his thoughts, slipping behind you to unhook your bra. He unclasped it before carefully, slowly sliding the straps down your arms letting it fall to the floor. He rested his hands on your hips for a moment leaning in to kiss your back. You sighed at the sensation, feeling the love in his touch. His hands moved down, hooking his thumbs in the waist of your underwear, pulling it down slowly, savoring the sight of your ass as it was revealed to him. Once the lacy garment reached your ankles you kicked it away suddenly self conscious.

"Are you okay? You stiffened up," Aquia spoke, placing his hands on your arms hoping to soothe your anxiety.

You turned around to face him, taking a deep breath and your eyes looked down at your feet. You felt very exposed, being fully naked in front of Aquia but it sent a rush through your body at how much more real this felt. You were almost giddy at the prospect of giving yourself in your most vulnerable form over to the man you love and loves you back. Nerve racking still? Yes but you couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.

"So..?" You looked up to meet Aquias' eye only for his eyes to be glued to your body, face beet red as he studied your figure. "Aquia!"

"Huh- ooh I'm sorry! I just- and you- you're so- I wasn't-... you're so beautiful… you're- you're very, very beautiful, all of you. I just can't… wow…"

You felt heat come to your face as he rambled about your beauty. You failed to hide your smile, feeling your heart swell at his admission.

"Oh my god- is your nose bleeding," you took his face in your hands to see there was indeed bright red leaking from his nose. You didn't think that happened in real life.

You grabbed a tissue from the night stand and wiped his upper lip, cleaning up his nose as he pouted.

"Why do you smirk so? Is this amusing to you?" Aquia pouts deeper, noting the smile on your lips.

"No, I'm happy, I feel so loved when you look at me, nude as I am, I forgot to be embarrassed, hehe. I also find you adorable," you said with a chuckle.

"You're not supposed to find me 'adorable' you're supposed to find me alluring," Aquia whined.

"Oh you're plenty alluring.. I might even say sexy," you tossed the tissue in the waste bin, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, pressing your bare body against his.

You felt his erection against your thigh as you leaned in to kiss him.

"I'd like to continue if you'd have me."

"Mmm…"

".. mm… Is this okay?"

".. perfect."

Sitting on his lap lips locked together you now found yourselves unable to keep your hands to yourself. Your hands tangled in his hair as Aquia palmed your breasts, kneading your flesh in his hands.

Your lips moved against each other, almost as if you were trying to devour each other's lips as you felt each other up.

Aquias' hands moved down from your chest to your bare thighs. Pulling away from your kiss to look down at the space between you, his hands caressing the supple skin of your thighs keeping his touch gentle.

"I…" Aquia started moving his hands up towards the crease where your thighs meet your hips. "I want you to be ready for me… show me."

"Show you?" You look at him quizzically.

"I don't want to hurt you, so… show me how to make you feel good."

You swallowed hard at his words thinking of their meaning. You were fully naked sitting on top of Aquias underwear, not quite making contact with his boner. The fact alone that only a thin piece of fabric sat between you sent a rush through your bones. You couldn't imagine what it would be like for Aquia to touch your…

You took one of his hands and moved it towards your inner thighs. "Okay…" your voice was soft as you guided Aquias hand. His fingers made contact with your pussy sliding over your slippery folds. His breath hitched as he felt you for the first time letting you guide his hand as you pleased. You shifted his hand until a finger touched your clit, breathing in at the feeling.

"Here," you breathed out.

"Here?" Aquia touched it again watching your reaction.

"Y-yeah.. it feels good… when you touch my clit."

Aquia felt like he'd fallen in love all over again as he peered at your expression, the furrow of your brow, the quiver of your lip. He wanted to see more of it. He started slowly, moving his finger over your clit experimenting, watching the way your expression changed.

"..like this..?"

"Yeah that's.. that's good," you wanted to school your expression but you felt so pent up, almost needy.

It was different when someone else was touching you. Aquias fingers felt soft yet thick and manly but oh so gentle. He took care in how he touched you, careful not to elicit a bad reaction from you. You felt full at the prospect. Never did his attention stray from you, you almost felt embarrassed to be looked upon by his eyes. Could you possibly feel any more loved?

Your eyes fluttered as Aquia drew hearts on your clit, your breathing growing ragged at the feeling.

"𝓐-𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓪..~" you moaned out his name, your hands gripping his shoulders.

Aquia felt like he could cum in his briefs at the sound of your voice calling his name. Never had he heard your voice sound like that before, so needy, cute, yet so lewd. He was absolutely taken by you.

"... yes?"

".. I need you… now," you looked into his deep red eyes as you said this, your eyes pleading with him to take your meaning.

He sucked in a breath nodding his head before flipping you both over, laying your back on the bed sheets. He looked down at you for a moment at the way you were laid out on his bed naked. He almost pinched himself to make sure this wasn't a dream.

He glanced down at his boxers before looking you over once more. Why was he so hesitant to take them off?

Aquia stood up straight, tugging his underwear off, tossing them away with the other piles of discarded clothing.

Oh… that's why.

You took one look and your eyes widened slightly. Not that you had anything to compare it to but… he was big, and you're guessing he knew it too.

"... oh god," you whispered out, studying Aquias' hard cock from base to tip.

Aquia said nothing, knowing where your eyes were looking, a hard blush on his cheeks. He moved to join you on the bed, your eyes indefinitely glued to his loins. You weren't scared of it though— well of course you were scared of it but Aquia wouldn't hurt you, not on purpose anyway. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight, imagination running wild. You imagine an active sex life after this.

"Aquia… come here."

"You're not going to.. back out?" Aquia asked thinking his size would deter you from wanting to sleep with him.

"Come here."

He called your name as you leaned back on the bed pulling his shoulders down with you.

"Get on top of me," you set your sights on one thing as you pull him down to you.

"You're not scared?"

".. you think I'm not? You have a fucking log attached to your waist… but, I love you, and I trust you, and I want you so bad right now… I can barely stand it."

"I love you too… I don't want to hurt you," Aquia said crawling over you, setting himself between your legs.

"You won't," you said calmly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know you won't."

"Alright… then?"

"This is it."

His dick rested on your lower stomach, neglected. You both looked down as Aquia pulled you closer positioning his blunt tip to your entrance. You sucked in a breath as you felt it push against your virgin hole keeping your breath even. You closed your eyes as Aquia connected your foreheads pushing the tip in. You took in a sharp breath at the feeling of him stretching you apart.

"I-"

"Keep going."

You tried your best to relax your body, feeling more of him slip inside you. You felt Aquia kiss your cheeks, one of his hands going down to rub your clit as he paused his movements.

"I'm sorry," he pecked your lips. "Is it too much?"

You hadn't even realized there were tears on your cheeks. You opened your eyes seeing Aquia look down at you worriedly.

"I'm okay…"

"Don't lie. Am I hurting you?" Aquia wiped your cheeks.

"No.. it's just a little uncomfortable maybe," you averted your eyes.

"Do you need a moment?" Aquia asked gently.

"... can you keep… you know…?"

Aquia nudged your clit with his finger. "This?" You nodded.

Aquia pressed tender kisses on your face as he rubbed your clit in slow circles, whispering declarations of love.

"I'm sorry." Kiss. "I love you." Kiss. "I love you so much." Kiss. "You make me so happy." Kiss. "I just want to make you feel good." Kiss.

"You do make me feel good Aquia," you felt a centimeter more of him as he shifted slightly, causing a small moan to escape your lips. "You're making me feel good right now… you can move now.. please."

Happily obliging, Aquia pushed in with much more ease than before, slowly going all the way to the hilt.

"It's… it's in."

"You feel… good Aquia… you're inside me."

It felt almost overwhelming, you felt so full both emotionally and physically. It felt like he was trying to touch your heart from the inside, reaching deep inside you to make that happen. Your pussy pulsates, beating around him as you tug Aquia to your body.

"I love you," you wrapped your legs around his waist, enveloping him fully in your warmth.

"I love you too," Aquia kissed your lips, a lovestruck smile on his face. "I'll go slow, okay?"

True to his word he rocked his hips slowly, easing out, and pushing back in with care. Your expressions no longer laced with discomfort but with bliss as you sighed at the feeling.

"Mmm…" you hummed, leaning into the sensation. You felt like you could feel every inch of Aquias cock inside you, from his blunt mushroom tip down to the minuscule veins around the shaft. It was pleasure beyond words.

"You feel really… really good.." Aquia whispered savoring the way your warm wet walls felt around him. It was pure bliss if anything.

This is sex. You're having sex for the first time. It feels good.

"I love sex," you both said in unison giggling to yourselves.

"You can go faster Aquia."

He took your request gladly as he sped up with shaky breaths. You adored the feeling of Aquia dragging against your walls, brushing your sensitive insides, it's like nothing you've ever felt before. Aquia could see himself getting addicted to your pussy, so slippery and warm, this is way better than using his hand.

"It feels good…" you breathed out. "You're so good Aquia~"

There it is, that lewd face. Aquias cock twitched at your facial expression, full of pleasure and longing, for him. No one else. Him. If he wasn't actually trying to hold out for you, he would've painted your walls white the moment he slipped inside but he was exercising self control. He would die of embarrassment if he finished prematurely.

".. you're so cute…"

You felt so tight around him, so hot and wet, he couldn't get enough. Aquia truly felt like he was ascending into heaven at the way you gripped his cock, pulling him back in every time he pulled out like your body needed him inside you. It was also soft and slippery, he could thrust into you with ease at this point. You left his cock glistening every time he pulled out, a faint squelching sounding as he pushed back in. You were amazing.

"I love this.. I love you… you feel so good inside me~" you whimpered out rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Aquia would marry you on the spot if he could.

"Creator I- I love you too, you're too good to me," he pecked your lips. "I can't take it."

The fiery aura that surrounded him might as well be pink with hearts floating around his head, the way Aquia looked at you full of love. He kissed your lips over and over again as he speared you on his cock.

"Oh! There! Right there, that feels good!" You moaned, feeling Aquia hit your sweet spot.

"Here?" He repeated the motion, getting the same reaction.

"Mm~ yuh!" You hung onto his shoulders as he tried to replicate his thrusts, albeit sloppily but effectively.

Aquias cock burned hot inside you. His heart swelled as he made you feel good, but his balls tightened as you gripped his dick like a vice.

"You make me feel so good 𝓐𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓪~"

Oh yeah he's definitely going to cum.

"I- ican'tholdit- I'm-"

Aquia buried his head in your neck as he spilled inside you. You felt the way he pumped cum into your pussy, if you didn't feel full before, you definitely felt full now. He came so much you felt some of it start spilling at the sides, no where else to go, it was a mess. Not a bad feeling though.

"Forgive me… you're just too good… so cute," Aquia whispered against your neck.

You brought your hands up to his head, massaging his head, running your fingers through his hair.

"I couldn't help myself, you dwindle my self control… the way you say my name makes me-"

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm happy I made you feel good," you said softly.

"But you deserve to feel good too!" Aquia lifted his head to look at you.

"I promise you it's alright, I didn't expect us to be perfect on the first time. You already made me feel so good, it's crazy, I… I didn't know sex could feel that good…" you said a tinge of embarrassment coloring your features.

"You're satisfied with me?"

"More than satisfied… and plus there's always next time," you said.

"Next time?" Aquia said catching onto what you're implying.

"What, did you think there wouldn't be a next time?" You giggled.

"No I- you're okay with me?"

"Aquia." You took his cheeks in your hands. "You're my paramour. There's nobody else in this realm or any other I would rather be with. I want to… I want to have sex with you. Unless you're that determined to make me finish now.. baby steps okay?"

Aquia kissed your lips, sighing happily at the feeling of your mouth on his. "Okay." He kissed you again holding you close. "You're so precious to me… I can't imagine ever relinquishing you to another.

"Well I just took your virginity," you said playfully. "I think you're mine now."

"And you mine, I like that."

Also another thing, why does mc have more chemistry with Aquia in Guys route, not to mention that boy clearly has a crush on her

#voltage fandom ccc #aquia avari #court of darkness #fanfiction #otome fanfic #tw smut #voltage inc #cod fanfic #smut #18+ minors dni #court of darkness fanfiction #crossposted on ao3 #kay's writing

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ardentlyjae · 1 year

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All I Want - Epilogue One

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Not sure, drama?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,325

Summary: Taehyung is finally ready to speak with you.

Part One

Taehyung leaned back against the couch and looked up. They were sitting in a small cafe in Paris enjoying a small cup of espresso each. He had his film camera that he took the last time he was home. He was waiting to find something he would like to take a picture of if the inspiration struck him. So, far he had been unsuccessful. As a result, his patience was wearing a bit thin. He turned to the woman next to him and let out a small sigh.

"How long has it been since we met?" He asked, turning back around to look at all the busy Parisians walking to their next destination. Still, no one interesting enough to take a photo of.

Jisoo chuckled. She didn’t seem to be having the same struggle as he did, her sketchbook currently showing a landscape she was in the process of drawing. "It's been a few years. Maybe two or three."

Taehyung let out a little smirk. "Do you think maybe it's time that we face our demons and go home?" It’s a question he’s had on his mind for a while, he was just trying to find the right time to bring it up to her.

The smile on Jisoo's face disappeared almost instantly. Her brows furrowing in confusion as she hesitated. Taehyung almost felt a pang of guilt, but it had been almost 5 years since the last time he spoke to you and lately he had been wondering if it was time for the two of you to have a long overdue conversation. His agreement with Jisoo had always been that they would travel together until they felt ready to face what they were running from, and Taehyung was thinking that maybe it was time for him.

Of course, Jimin kept him updated on your life, even when he didn't ask. He knew you had somehow made your way back to Jungkook and although at first there was a sting, he had now come to terms with it. He missed you, he missed your friendship, and he missed the way the two of you understood each other before everything happened. Jimin was his best friend but he was no replacement for you. There was no way that you could erase nearly twenty years of friendship between the two of you that easily.

"I've just been thinking," Taehyung began. "I've been talking to Jimin and I miss her, you know?"

"Taehyung," Jisoo lightly admonished. "I thought you said you were letting go of your feelings for her."

"And I am! I have. I just think it's been long enough and I feel like I am in a place where I know I can face her and not have my heart break. I just want to talk to her again," Taehyung explained. "There's no ulterior motive here to try to win her back if that's what you're thinking."

"Are you sure? You were a complete mess back then." Jisoo asked. She knew all about the history between the two of you. Taehyung had told her a few months into their travels together, after a particularly rough night where he had had a few too many shots of vodka and was crying in the lounge of the hotel they were staying in.

"I know I was. If it helps, she's back together with him. But surprisingly I'm fine with it, and I think I want to have her back in my life as my friend."

Jisoo let out a big sigh and didn't speak any further. Taehyung knew that meant she didn't quite agree with him but would not stop him from what he was about to do. It likely meant that she thought he was being an idiot, but it did not deter Taehyung in the slightest.

He was grateful to Jisoo if he was being honest. They were two broken people that slowly helped put each other back together. Jimin always thought that they would get into a relationship eventually, but Taehyung knew it would never happen. Jisoo was still broken, and she had always reiterated that she likely would never want to be in a relationship with anyone ever again. He finally, truly, knew what a platonic friendship with another woman was like and now he knew that he was absolutely capable of maintaining one with you, if you would allow him to do so.

"Hey Y/N?" Jimin said, his voice showing a hint of hesitation.

You were instantly concerned, your brows furrowing as you turned to your best friend. "Yes Jimin?"

"Taehyung is coming back home next week," Jimin said, casually taking a sip of his coffee. The look he was throwing over the rim of the mug meant he had a bit more to tell you.

You furrowed your brows. He never told you when Taehyung was returning these days.

"Okay...and what does that have to do with me? Should I stay away from home next week?"

"Actually, he asked me if I could find out something for him," Jimin explained. "He wants to know if you would be willing to meet up with him sometime. I think he's back home for good."

You were sure you froze hearing the unexpected news. "Are you sure you didn't mishear?"

"No he asked me and I quote, 'I've been thinking and I just know it's been too long since I spoke to Y/N and if she was willing I would like the chance to speak with her'" Jimin quoted, putting on his best Taehyung impression.

It almost sounded too good to be true. You weren't really sure if this day would ever come. But this also wasn't a decision that you could make on your own anymore. There was Jungkook and your relationship that you had to take into account. It had been a conversation the two of you had previously had, where the two of you agreed to discuss anything that may impact the two of you together before making any decisions.

"Jim, I'll think about it," you say slowly. "I need to talk about it with Jungkook before anything else."

"Understood. Just let me know soon, yeah?" Jimin responded, a soft smile on his face. He was clearly hoping that you two would agree to meet.

It was an odd feeling. Though you were always unsure if this day would come, it felt weird to know it was here. You'd moved on and you hoped that Taehyung had moved on as well. You spent the last five years working on yourself, knowing that there were some serious character flaws that needed to be addressed. One of the things you needed to work on was how honest you were with yourself and with other people. It put you in uncomfortable positions at times and it led you to many almost completely unbearable conversations with Jimin, Jungkook and even Jin, but it was something that you believed was fully worth it, because things in your life were good.

You were happy.

Your relationship with Jungkook was in a place you never really expected it to be. It was better than you ever could have imagined, but it took a lot of work to get there and a lot of convincing from Jungkook. There were many difficulties to get it to where you had it and a lot of trust needed to be rebuilt, but somehow you did it. Jungkook was worth it all. He always was.

After that initial meeting at the coffee shop you worked at, you began seeing Jungkook more and more frequently. You had gone almost two years without ever seeing him on campus but suddenly he was in the library by your favorite spot, or studying at your job, or even at the same campus events you would attend. You knew it was happening on purpose but you played dumb. It seemed like Jungkook had forgiven you but you hadn't forgiven yourself yet, and as long as that remained you didn't allow yourself to even consider a relationship with him.

Eventually, you managed to find a place where you could be at peace with yourself mentally and you accepted when Jungkook asked you on yet another date. You would never forget the look on his face when you accepted, as he was so used to getting rejected by that point.

The two of you always handled any potential issues together, the communication always remained consistent. He never worried about you and you never gave him a reason to and he did the same. It wasn't that you needed Jungkook's permission to talk to Taehyung, it was that this was a potential sore spot for him and Jungkook's feelings and maintaining his trust were your first priority in this situation. After speaking with him, he readily agreed and you packed a small bag for the weekend and left for home with Jimin.

You arrived a day after Taehyung arrived home. Jimin explained to you that Taehyung had been in Paris when he decided to come back, and he'd let you know where to meet Taehyung as soon as he discussed it with him, still acting as the middleman between the two of you.

The next day you found yourself waiting at the same park where you first met Taehyung. Sitting at one of the benches, you picked at your cuticles. Your nerves were a mess.

Eventually, you saw a pair of black doc martens walk up to you and you looked up to see a man with a smile that almost matched the brightness of the sun, his eyes smiling along with him.

"Hey Y/N, it's been a while." He said, opening his arms wide as if asking for a hug.

You hesitated, looking up at him as he stood in front of you. "Hey Taehyung."

When Taehyung realized you weren't going to stand up to hug him, he put his arms down and moved to take the empty seat beside you. You couldn’t read his expression, he didn’t show much on his face anymore it seemed. You weren’t quite sure how that made you feel either.

"How have you been?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"I'm...actually doing pretty good," you say, thinking about everything you left at your new home. "How about you?"

"I've been good, great actually," he says, stretching his legs out in front of him. "I've actually been doing a lot of photography."

You nod, unsure of what to say next. Silence falls over the two of you in a way that you are not used to. Conversations with Taehyung never used to be this awkward. But this is a new Taehyung you’re speaking to, and you are also a new version of yourself.

Eventually you speak again, "How was Paris?"

"Good actually. The city is beautiful at night and the food was some of the best I've ever eaten," he casually says. "How's being a doctor?"

"Not a doctor yet," you sigh, mentally reminding yourself that Jimin likely kept him updated on your life as he did to you. "Still doing medical school and it's killing me. You'd think my experience as a nurse would help, but there's so much to the human body that you can't learn in a makeshift hospital. It’s so different learning about it in a textbook instead of the body in front of you."

You notice that Taehyung had tensed up, though only a few seconds afterwards his shoulders had relaxed again. Maybe it hadn’t been a bright idea to bring up the war quite yet to Taehyung.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Taehyung spoke softly. "You’ve always been brilliant anyway. How's Jungkook?"

You turn to look at him, surprised that he brought him up first. You search Taehyung's face for any hint of what he may be feeling or thinking in his head, but maybe these five years apart have affected the two of you more than you thought, because his face is completely unreadable. You’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to answer the question either.

"I know you're back together with him," Taehyung explains, shrugging in the process. "Honestly? I'm happy for you. I'm happy you found someone like him to be with. Truly."

A rush of emotions begins to fill you and you can't help yourself before you throw your arms around him and hug him tightly. Taehyung is tense for a few moments before relaxing a bit and then wrapping his own arms around you. His scent remains the same but his body feels completely different than it did 5 years ago.

"I missed you Tae." You whisper, not worrying about the tears that have begun falling from your eyes.

He chuckles, "I know Y/N. I did too."

Taehyung moves to let you go but as he pushes you away he keeps his hands on your shoulders.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for everything that happened back then. I put an unbelievable amount of pressure on you and it was my own expectations that ruined our friendship. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. You were my first friend and my most important friend and I hope you can give me a chance to rebuild our friendship and so that we can keep our promise."

"Taehyung, I forgave you a long time ago. But I am also sorry for not being honest with you when you returned. It was wrong of me to allow you to believe I had been waiting for you. I did it out of my own cowardice and selfishness and I hope you can forgive me for my mistakes as well."

"Always Y/N.," Taehyung reassures me, taking hold of my hand and giving it a small squeeze. "So we're friends again?"

"Yes. Always. Until we are both really old and senile and can’t control our own bowel movements anymore.”

A/N: Surprise? This was written in a very quick moment as I try to get back into the habit of writing. My apologies if it’s not as good as the previous work, I'm slowly trying to get back into the habit and I know my writing skills aren't what they used to be. If you made it this far, thank you for even reading AIW in the first place. It means the world!

#its fanfiction #bts #taehyung #Kim taehyung #bts fanfic #v #v fanfiction #v fanfic #it's been so long this is probably trash

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rjmhereunderprotest · 1 year

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Mass Effect Mod Pet Peeve

I just randomly want to reiterate something that annoys me among the Mass Effect Modding community. It has nothing to do with gameplay tweaks, or adding new cutscenes or changing some incremental shit for the sake of lore or whatever. It has to do with this... STOP REMOVING PEEBEE'S MASK!

I'm serious, this has always bugged me and it still does. I get Andromeda isn't well loved, I have my own complaints, but this one thing fans do pisses me off something fierce.

From a practical standpoint it's very simple, Andromeda's Asari all have the same face. Every single one has the same face. It's super fucking jarring. The only exception is Peebee who not only has a unique shape and structure for her face's model, but she also has the mask, which helps her standout from the overload of Andromeda Asari who quickly begin to bleed into each other as soon as you see at least two next to one another.

If you're going to mod anything, why not mod the Asari's faces so they, you know, don't look like the same butt ugly clone pasted over and over again. And that's not a knock against unconventional concepts of beauty or anything, I'm saying they look bad as character designs, I'm saying they don't look right! You can have a frumpier Asari, but they shouldn't all look like the same level of very garbage puffed up cheeks and oversized noses. At least change their eye sizes or something!

PeeBee is the only one that actually looks well-designed. She's not drop dead gorgeous or supermodel levels of hot, she's cute, adorable, charming. She works! And the mask is part of that, because it gives her what all these other Asari are lacking... dynamic personality! This is important for characters and especially someone like PeeBee because the mask is her entire point.

PeeBee does not act like traditional Asari, she is very far removed from someone like Liara who reveres her people's culture and legacy. PeeBee wants to stand out from that, she doesn't want to be beholden to it, she does not like strings and having to live up to cultural expectations assigned to her by her species is a string she wants to cut. So she wears a black makeup mask to distinguish herself and her individuality. She is saying "I am unique, I cannot be tied down!" PeeBee's entire arc is basically about that, the mask is a symbol of her insecurity and her standoffishness.

PeeBee is introverted, guarded, does not expect to last long among people. She lives in an escape pod because she expects to wear out her welcome and she'd rather make cutting the strings less painful. Therefore, it's better to pretend you're fine with being tossed out on your ass than it is to worry about when it will happen. This is the result of her escaping a toxic relationship that was not going well for her. And on the Tempest, she needs to learn to open up to people, to trust them and to not assume they are waiting to get rid of her. She needs to learn she is not disposable.

The Mask is a symbol of both her assertion of individuality and her introverted protective nature. That she won't let just anyone in to see her true self because she does not want to be hurt again. It is why when she admits, during her romance arc, that she WANTS the strings that it's such a big deal to her. She is finally ready to attach herself to someone, to the crew, to other people, again.

And what do modders think about all this highly important characterization, subtle story-telling, unique design aesthetic and facial recognition codification? "She looks like a Raccoon! Get rid of it and replace it with nothing or a generic Asari facial design."

Congrats to every Modder who does this, you've failed every basic tenant of character design in favor of trying to make her look "prettier" to yourself. You suck, just like everyone who turns the women of Skyrim into plastic Barbie Dolls sucks. No, I'm not gonna sugar coat it for you. If you remove PeeBee's mask through mods, you are sacrificing character for a ridiculous preconception of standard beauty. You have terrible taste and you probably make Serana in Skyrim look like she got Botox injections somehow. Please, never design a game yourself, you're shit at it.

That's it, that's all I feel like screaming about right now. PeeBee is a great character, fuck you for trying to ruin that if you've tried.

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The betrayal [2/5]

Summary: After their fight, Patterson and Tasha have a really bad night. The next day isn't much better, but their friends try to help them.

Tags: Angst. Established relationship. Canon divergence. Nightmares. Past trauma. Confidence issues. Words: 2678 A/N: I didn't want to post this until I finished the next chapter's translations, but it's taking me more than I wanted to and it's been a while since I posted anything (fanfic related). So here I am. Disclaimer: As always, English isn't my first language.

Part 1 / Part 2 Read it too in Ao3

~ Hurt like this ~

“Hello? Is someone there?” Patterson asked, getting only an echo in response. Reluctantly took two steps forward. It was so dark that she could barely see what was in front of her. “I know you're there” insisted when she heard some whispers. Hurried footsteps sounded behind her, followed by more echoing, but when she suddenly turned around, she saw nothing. Instinctively she reached for the gun in her waistband. It wasn't there. She clenched her hands into fists and prepared to face whatever was coming for her.

Ropes emerged from the darkness as if they were alive, and wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She tried to fight against them, but they were stronger than they seemed. Suddenly she was tied up to the wall. No, it wasn't a wall anymore. She was lying down on a wooden table, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized those boards.

“Patterson,” Borden said, his voice echoing from the penumbra.

“No.” The word escaped her mouth in an unconscious whisper.

“Patterson... I just wanted to see you.”

“No! You can't do this to me anymore.” She squirmed on the table, struggling with her restraints.

“Patterson, why didn't you let me see you?”

“I don’t want to see you!”

“But I'm right here.”

The voice whispered right over her ear, no echo in the sound, sending a shiver down her spine. Although she felt his presence right next to her, she couldn't see him. Patterson pursed her lips and clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Go away,” she said with a calm she didn't feel and a firmness that kept her voice from trembling.

“I am here for you.”

His fingertips ran along her left arm, from her shoulder to her wrist. Patterson tensed her muscles under his touch, closed her eyes tightly, and turned her head to her right.

“Go away,” she repeated, feeling that she didn't have much strength left.

“Open your eyes, don't you want to see me?”

“GO AWAY!” She woke up screaming those words, tangled in her own sheets.

She was in her apartment, amber street light filtering through the window. She was covered in sweat, gasping for breath, her hands still shaking. Patterson forced herself to take three deep breaths to calm down before she was able to release herself from the sheet that imprisoned her. It had been months since the last nightmare with Borden, she really wished that had been the last one, but seeing him again had stirred up a lot of things inside her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, placed the soles of her feet on the icy floor, and clutched her hands over her knees in her pajama pants. “It wasn't real,” said to herself, “it was just a nightmare. He's not here, and he won't be ever again.” The blonde looked at the clock on her bedside table, it was barely three in the morning. It took her a couple of minutes to let go of the horrible feeling she had woken up with. Then she went to the kitchen for some water.

Patterson knew that trying to go back to sleep was pointless, her mind would torment her with reiterative thoughts, revisiting a series of memories that she didn't need to relive that night. Instead, kicking some asses with Aloy could serve as a distraction; even when she wouldn't be exactly kicking. The blonde turned on her gaming console and settled into the living room couch with a blanket, ready to spend the night playing.

---

On the other side of town, Tasha arrived at her apartment, helped by Reade. She was completely drunk, as she had drowned her sorrows in booze.

“I ruined it… I ruined everything,” she babbled repeatedly hanging from Reade's neck. Every step was a challenge.

“No, you didn't, but you shouldn't have drunk that much.”

“Maybe I should call her,” she suggested slurring her words, reaching into her pocket for her cell phone.

“Is not there. I won't let you call her, not like this.”

“Hey, Reade…” she mumbled, still digging in her pocket, as if there was some spot she hadn't checked, “I think– I think I lost my cell phone.”

“No, you didn't, I have it.” He insisted, crossing the room to take her to her bedroom.

“Reade, I have to go back for my cell phone, I have lots of confidential data there.” He didn't answer. “And photos, I have pictures of us from last summer. Oh, I love to see her face!"

After a few attempts and stumbles, they made it to the bedroom. Reade made her sit on the bed and she curled up hugging her pillow. He removed her boots and covered Tasha with a blanket.

“Are you going to be okay if I left you here?” He asked, backing up a few steps, but got no response. Looking at her, he realized that she had already fallen asleep.

---

Around 5 a.m. Patterson was no longer tired, probably because of the two cups of coffee she had drunk. Thus, she decided to go to the lab, so she could decrypt Roman's message. She knew there must be some important reason for so much encryption. And she wasn't wrong. Like always, she took care to get all possible intel before the team got to the lab.

Patterson had been sure that if she just concentrated on doing her job, she could get through the day; after a few failed attempts to keep Tasha out of team meetings, Patterson realized it wouldn't be that easy.

As soon as Tasha arrived, Patterson's heart skipped a beat. Even when the blond tried to remain stoic, she couldn't hold her gaze and immediately turned her eyes back to her beloved screens, hiding in them. If she had looked at Tasha a bit closely, she probably would have noticed the brunette's hangover still fading from the night before. However, Patterson didn't let Tasha talk to her about anything else than work.

Luckily she was able to send Rich to the field in order to access Vanessa Baker's computer. Thus, as soon as she could, she walked away with the silliest excuse she could make, leaving Tasha and Reade alone in the lab.

“It can't keep like this,” he said.

“It's ok, I can take it.”

“You shouldn't have to. As sub-director, I can't let this interfere with the job either. I'll talk to her.”

“No, let her be. She has the right to be angry.”

Tasha knew that Patterson was hurt, and she could be sure a little bit scared too. Patterson's anger would probably not go away for several days and, even if it hurt for Tasha, she wanted to respect her space. The only thing she hated more than hurting Patterson was not being able to be there for her after she had to see Borden again. Tasha was well aware of all that such an encounter would have caused.

“It won't mess with the job, really. Let me handle this.” The brunette left to make the relevant reports for Keaton, determined to hide behind her work to avoid thinking about the mess it was her personal life.

However, Reade wasn't happy with that decision. Fortunately for him, he was not the only one within the team thinking about making a minimal intervention and he would soon find out.

---

Patterson needed to work in a quiet place, where there weren't chances to run into Tasha, or anyone else from the team looking at her like she was about to break. The requirement room Rich had shown to her was perfect for that. Patterson couldn't believe she had been working there for that long without knowing anything about that place.

Without many options to choose from, she sat over a table with her legs crossed and the tablet on her lap, working in the half-light. She had much to do, too many things to plan and it wasn't even up to her to get access to Blake Crawford's beneficense. She hated it when such important things were out of her control.

After a couple of hours, she got interrupted.

“So here is where you hide,” Rich said, standing in the door frame.

“Who said I was hiding?”

“Well, I've been looking for you for a while now.”

“What do you need, Rich?”

“Avery got invited to Blake Crawford's event. We need to set up everything.”

“Good. I'll be right there.”

He was about to withdraw, but at the last moment, he changed his mind and went back on his tracks. Rich looked at Patterson for a bit and then he got closer.

“Hey…”

“What?” A stern look on her face.

“I just wanted to know... how are you.”

Patterson stared at him hesitantly for a moment, but Rich's tone was calm and sincere, without all the paraphernalia and banter that was usually his personal trademark.

“I'm ok,” she said without sounding convinced at all.

Rich raised an eyebrow in disbelief but said nothing.

“Fine, I'm not okay,” she confessed, avoiding meeting his gaze. “Being in the same room is harder than I thought it would be. Listening to her voice… I'm doing my best, but–”

“But you feel something inside you that crawls scratching your chest, alongside an uncontrollable urge to scream from the depths of your lungs.”

Patterson looked at him confused, “I was going to say that– I can't help but feel miserable every time I see her. But yeah, I guess that too.”

“Oh!”

“Is there something you want to share?”

“Nah, I'm good. I just– I had some low days because of Boston.” He shrugged. “Take all the time you need, I'll be setting up everything.”

“Thanks, Rich,” Patterson said, “this version of you is rare, but I like it.”

“Don't get used to it, I don't plan to make it a regular thing.”

---

Blake Crawford's mission kept them busy enough to keep them apart the rest of the day. However, while the field team was looking for Hank Crawford and Roman, the team in the lab was able to hear a conversation between Jane and Zapata. Jane's words immediately caught Patterson's attention, especially when she talked about forgiveness.

For some reason, Reade thought that it was the best moment to make his intervention too. But Patterson had her walls all up and was reluctant to anything they could tell her about forgiving.

“Are you seriously telling me that you still trust her?”

“You’re angry, I get it. But you have to move on. If this team is gonna function I'm gonna need you to work with her the same you've always had. Understood?”

There were many things Patterson would love to say to Reade, she could go on that argue for a very long time. But at the end of the day, he was her boss, besides Tasha's best friend; she knew it was pointless and they were in the middle of a mission. So she swallowed her words and biting her tongue just nodded, not being happy at all.

“Hey, how about we just focus on the current mission? Our team is on the field right now.” Rich intervened, calling their attention to the monitors and the team's actions, in what could be one of the most delicate missions they had ever faced.

But at the end of the day, they failed. Roman had betrayed them, to no one's surprise, and Crawford had escaped, leaving them without any proof against him. They had managed to stop a dangerous terrorist, but that didn't matter, the team was frustrated. After the events of the last few days, they needed a win. Having come so close to getting it, made that not succeeding feel even worse.

Jane and Kurt left for their apartment with Avery, intending to have a little family dinner to lift their spirits.

Tasha was about to leave when she saw Patterson walking to the elevator. The brunette stopped and looked at the blond from the distance. She had to suppress the urge to come closer and talk to her. The whole day she kept thinking about all the things she wanted to say and how badly she wanted to make it right, but she knew it wasn't the moment.

The elevator's doors opened and Patterson went in, leaving alone. Then Tasha saw Reade calling her from his office.

“What happened?”

“I just wanted to know how are you.”

“I'm fine Reade. You don't have to ask every two minutes. I am a grown-up adult and I can live with the consequences of my actions.”

“I know, I just know that it has been hard. That's it.”

Tasha pursed her lips and nodded feebly without encouragement.

“Hey, I talked to Meg. Want to come to dinner tonight?”

“I'd love that, but I really need to lie down, this headache is killing me. can we leave it for another day?”

“Ok.”

“Leave my regards to Meg.”

"I will."

---

When Patterson arrived at her apartment, she slumped on the couch. She was ready to forget about that day. She wasn't even planning to eat, just wanted to find a movie on the TV to turn off her brain until fell asleep. Switching channels, nothing caught her attention, she felt apathetic about everything; until she came across a channel that was broadcasting a remastered version of Labyrinth. It was a classic that she had always enjoyed and a movie that Tasha hadn't watched until the blond took it upon herself to change that, on a rainy afternoon.

While David Bowie sang 'As the World Falls Down', the memory of the two of them huddled together on the couch with a bowl of popcorn filled her mind, staining her perception of the film. Suddenly she felt as overwhelmed as the girl in the movie and had to turn off the TV. Even then, Patterson still couldn't shake that feeling of nostalgia and sadness, followed by anger. She threw the remote control across the room, which felt good and soon she was overcome with the urge to throw more things. Her cushions, a souvenir of a visit to Pier 39 in San Francisco, the mug in which Tasha used to drink her morning coffee when she spent the night there.

With every object she threw against the wall, a scream came out of her mouth and she didn't realize she was crying, until she stopped and collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her breathing agitated. She held her head with both hands, elbows on her knees that were against her chest.

The sound of the doorbell calmed her enough to get up and hold back her crying, if only for a moment. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand as she approached the door.

“Who's there?” She asked as she peered through the peephole.

“Patty Cakes!” Rich's voice from the other side exclaimed in an overly enthusiastic tone.

Patterson looked around her, at the mess she had done. “What are you doing here Rich?”

“Aren't you even going to open the door for me?”

“Just answer.”

“Ok, ok. I wanted to know if you felt like having a drink with me.”

“Rich, I appreciate the invitation, but–” she sighed and closed her eyes, feeling that the tears wanted to take hold of her again. “It'll have to be another time, I was about to sleep.”

“Are you sure? I have a great scotch.”

“Please!” she insisted, her voice cracked.

“Patterson, are you crying?"

She didn't answer. Rich could hear sobs from the other side.

"I just–” his tone was serious, “I just want to be here for you.”

“Then just let me be, okay?” She leaned her back against the door and slid down until sat on the floor. “Please, please! Forget what you just heard and walk away. I just want to be alone.”

Chagrined, he leaned his hand against the door in silence. He left the bottle on the ground and walked away speechless.

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