#this might be the first time I drew these two kissing- :0
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how many | jjk | 5
Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU
Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.
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A/N: no smut in this one;;;;;;
◆ the one he drew for you ◆
Thank god for midterm week. For an art major like yourself, the usual midterm exams are replaced with art projects that you don’t really need to worry about. This actually allows you to squeeze in more tattoo appointments than usual throughout the week.
While you’re busy in the studio, your super hot smartypants boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, is busy studying for all of his comp sci exams that you know he’ll ace. The timing is a little too convenient, but you’re just happy you don’t have to make up any excuses for why you’re too busy to hang out with him this week.
It’s not that you don’t want to spend time with your new boyfriend—in fact, for the past 120 hours, you’ve been yearning for his smile, his touch. You just need to focus and power through all of your appointments now so that you can make time for him this weekend. Because this is the weekend where Jungkook learns that you and his favorite tattoo artist are the same person.
You’ve even been dropping subtle hints throughout the week to see if he can put two and two together.
Y/N🍑 [MON 11:13PM] “so i may or may not be planning a surprise😈”
Jungkook🦆 [11:14PM] “It’s not gonna be a surprise if you give me a heads up, silly”
Y/N🍑 [11:14PM] “i could give you a million hints and youd still be surprised”
Jungkook🦆 [11:14PM] “👁👄👁”
Jungkook🦆 [11:15PM] “What are you up to?”
Y/N🍑 [11:16PM] “nothing!👼”
During class on Tuesday, he bribes you with coffee in exchange for more information about this “surprise.” He knows you can’t say no to caffeine in the morning.
Snatching the hot cup of coffee out of his hand, you offer him a single hint. “Try searching through the lizard tag on Instagram.”
“You’re such a dork for lizards, you know that?” He pulls his phone out and scrolls through the many charming reptiles on social media. He swipes past all the chameleons and leopard geckos until his thumb pauses at the sight of a happy little bearded dragon. “Okay, I’ll admit that one’s really fucking adorable.”
You nod and point out a baby albino alligator. “This one’s cute too, right?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles. “Wait, is this part of your evil plan to get me to like lizards? Are you trying to start a lizard family with me?”
“No, no, I promise I’m not surprising you with a new lizard friend,” you assure him. As much as you adore lizards, you shudder at the thought of feeding them live insects.
“Then why are we looking at all these little guys?” Based on his bright smile, he’s clearly not against your lizard agenda.
“Remember when I mentioned the lizard tattoo?” you ask.
“The one you supposedly had an appointment for on the day we went to the duck pond?” Jungkook tilts his head. Then he furrows his brow. “I thought you were just fucking with me. Did you actually get it?”
You shake your head with the smuggest smile. “No, but it’s probably the biggest hint you’re going to get.”
The albino gator you pointed out earlier was the exact photo you used as a reference for that tattoo design—the one you tattooed onto a man’s calf shortly after your first kiss with Jeon Jungkook. You posted the final product on @snowsleeve’s IG just a few days ago, so there’s a good chance the boy has already seen it.
Unfortunately, Jungkook doesn’t quite make the connection.
“Then… Are you planning on getting it?” He taps the back of your hand holding the coffee cup. Even the smallest amount of physical contact between you and him is enough to give you butterflies. “Because a tiny lizard would look cute on you.”
If you weren’t in the middle of class, you’d hop out of your seat and into his lap. Instead, you lean in closer toward his side of the table and settle for something flirty.
“I’m sure you’d look cute on me, too, Jeon.”
On Wednesday, Jungkook takes a break from studying to work on the next art project assigned by your professor. The two of you claim an empty studio in the art building and get to work.
For the assignment, your professor keeps it simple with few directions. All you need to do is pick an artist with a unique style and replicate that style in a drawing of “whatever your heart desires.” To put in the least amount of effort into this project, you go with the artist you know best—snowsleeve.
When you turn to Jungkook, he’s doing what appears to be intense research.
“Should I go with Murakami or Naoko Takeuchi?” he asks. You could easily see him replicating the work of Murakami, known for his bright and bold pops of color. You haven’t seen Jungkook use much color in his art so far, but you know he’d at least have fun with it.
“You can’t go wrong with Murakami,” you shrug. “I don’t know who Naoko Takeuchi is, though.”
Jungkook holds out his phone with Sailor Moon’s squad gracing the screen. “Oh, she’s one of the lesser known manga artists out there. Guess that’s why you’ve never heard of her.”
“Fucking smartass.” Your glare lasts about three seconds before you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss. You’ve been deprived of that hot sensation against his lips for far too long, and the taste is divine. “But now that you mention it, I’m actually curious to see what you can create in the iconic Sailor Moon style.”
“Okay, that settles it. I know exactly what I’m going to draw.” The boy begins sketching an outline on his canvas with the most enthusiasm you’ve seen from him when it comes to schoolwork. He may not always show it, but Jungkook’s passion for art runs deep. And his desire to create isn’t all that different from your own. You just watch him in awe until you remember you have your own piece to work on.
The second the tip of your pencil hits your canvas, Jungkook looks over, curious about what you might be drawing.
“I’m going with body art that our good friend snowsleeve would design,” you say before he can even ask. You outline a masculine torso, strategically twisted and posed in a way to hide body parts that would otherwise need to be censored. You’re going to cover every inch of that torso in ink that would look so hot on a certain male friend of yours.
“Isn’t your style already pretty similar to hers?” He continues drawing, occasionally glancing back at panels from the Sailor Moon manga. “That wolf you drew on my hand the other day was definitely giving me snowsleeve vibes.”
“This project shouldn’t be too hard then,” you hum. At the very least, Jungkook isn’t oblivious to the similarities between the art you’ve shown him and snowsleeve’s tattoos. “The faster I finish this, the more time I can spend on preparing that surprise for you.”
“Oh? The surprise is something you need to prepare?” The tip of Jungkook’s pencil makes a hard stop against his canvas. You can see the wheels turning in his head. “Are you sure you aren’t setting up a huge lizard terrarium in my apartment?”
You burst out laughing. “I’m sure.”
“The lizard thing is throwing me off,” the boy groans, tossing his head back. The naughty side of you sees this vulnerable state as an invitation to climb on top of him and relieve some of his frustration. But you know Jungkook needs to finish this project today so that he can focus on the rest of his exams for the week. As much as it pains you, you have to control yourself. Thankfully, art is the perfect distraction.
When you’re satisfied with your snowsleeve-inspired piece, you lean back as Jungkook leans over you to check it out.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think snowsleeve drew this herself.” His eyes wander across the torso, from the playful fox rolling in grass to the dancing forest fairy to a familiar wolf wagging its tail like a good boy. With its long snout, the wolf nudges a carrot toward its bunny friend as a peace offering. Among the rest of the art that fills your page, it’s the wolf and bunny image that really stands out.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say, turning your attention to Jungkook’s Sailor Moon-inspired work in progress. The beautiful heroine has your cozy vibe, your cute fashion sense, your lizards, and your personal superpower—art. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re drawing me.”
“Oh, it’s definitely you, Y/N.” His face is all smiles and crinkles as he reaches over to pinch your cheek.
“No wonder why you were so passionate about it,” you tease. You look at the heroine again. He’s right. It’s definitely you. She radiates warmth and good vibes with her goofy grin and the fun little lizard drawings brought to life by her powers. It seems the boy will never let the lizard thing go, but you love that this is how he sees you.
Jungkook nods. “I’ve realized art is a lot more enjoyable when I’m creating it with someone else in mind.”
You couldn’t agree more. The pure happiness that reflects in the eyes of your clients after their appointment is what makes it all worth it for you as a tattoo artist. Because you’ve created something personal that they can always look back on and feel some type of way about.
“That’s a good mindset for a future tattoo artist.” Your finger runs along the outline of every tattoo on his hand. He watches patiently and flips his palm up as soon as you’ve traced them all. He’s clearly asking for more of your touch. You quickly draw an imaginary smiley face on his palm before slipping his pen back into his grip. The two of you can save the handholding for this weekend.
Jungkook pouts, giving you a chance to reconsider the physical contact before continuing on with the project. Shortly after, he pokes his head up from the canvas with a sudden request. “By the way, can you give me another hint about that surprise?”
You tap the torso covered in snowsleeve’s art. “This is a pretty big clue.”
“I like my theory of you getting a tattoo,” he says with a thoughtful gaze. “But it couldn’t be that simple, could it?”
Thursday isn’t as exciting as Wednesday because you don’t have the luxury of seeing your boyfriend in person. Instead, you’re stuck in your studio from sunrise to sundown while Jungkook crams for his final and most important midterm.
After your last appointment of the night, a mischievous idea comes to mind so you decide to stick around a bit longer. First your sweater comes off, followed by your strappy bralette. You lay the client chair horizontally and hop onto it.
With one hand just barely covering both your nipples and the other holding your phone up, you snap a series of not-so-innocent photos of your bare skin against the black leather. The best pic is one where your expression is more sultry than angelic, and there’s also enough shit in the background to serve as a clue to your whereabouts.
Along with the faux nude, you send Jungkook a few messages. Hopefully, you won’t be too big of a distraction from his studies.
Y/N🍑 [8:56PM] “this is the last hint im giving you, jeon👼”
Jungkook🦆 [8:56PM] “Your boyfriend is very lucky”
Jungkook🦆 [8:56PM] “omw”
Jungkook🦆 [8:58PM] “Wait”
Jungkook🦆 [8:59PM] “Is that a tattoo place?”
Jungkook🦆 [8:59PM] “You’re actually getting one huh”
Jungkook🦆 [9:00PM] “Show me?🥺”
Y/N🍑 [9:01PM] “dont you have an exam to study for?”
Jungkook🦆 [9:02PM] “Y/N please I can’t focus on studying after seeing you like that”
Y/N🍑 [9:05PM] “good luck on your exam!👼💖💖💖”
Thankfully, your naughty photo only costs Jungkook two points on Friday’s exam, and he still manages to score the highest among his peers. To celebrate the end of a busy midterm week, you send him an official invitation to the unofficial Bring Your Boyfriend to Work Day at your studio on Saturday—the same day as his appointment with snowsleeve.
“Is Bring Your Boyfriend To Work Day a real thing?” Jungkook shoots you a skeptical look as the two of you stroll down the streets of the art district. He’s been cautious all morning. Probably due to the big surprise you won’t shut up about.
“We’re making it a real thing,” you say. “Aren’t you curious about the work I do outside of school?”
“I thought you said people just commission you for your art?”
“...Yeah.” Your voice has that but-there’s-more-to-the-story tone.
“Y/N, you’re killing me.” The boy places two hands on your shoulders and gives you a little shake in mild frustration. Eventually, though, his arms fall into a warm embrace around your waist.
On instinct, you spin around to face him. He still has dark circles from all those late nights of studying, but that doesn’t make him any less cute. With a big fat smile, you hook your arm around his and say, “The surprise will be worth it. I promise.”
“I know it will.” Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh as you drag him along and into your studio.
It’s a cloudy Saturday morning. The studio is quite dark, but you make the executive decision to keep the cream curtains closed and the lights off for dramatic effect. But despite all the tattoo equipment staring him in the face as soon as he walks in, your boyfriend doesn’t look half as surprised as you’d anticipated. Either he’s known all along, or he’s just pretending to know.
With your arm still around his, you give him a rambling tour of the small space. “Here’s my art wall, this is fancy equipment that no one cares about, that’s the futon for when I need a nap, the back wall has some cute pictures… oh, and I have an espresso station set up in that corner. I’m learning how to make latte art.”
“Latte art makes a little too much sense for an artist who thrives on caffeine.” Jungkook grins. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that this is your second home. Your boyfriend takes the lead and sits you down in a familiar leather chair. He shamelessly stares at you through the camera lens formed by his thumbs and index fingers. “And this is the infamous chair you took that naughty photo in?”
“Maybe.” You glance up at him with the same inviting eyes from that photo. You rarely sit in the client’s seat, and the shift in power is painfully obvious. In this studio, you’re usually the one in control, the one leaving your mark on someone else’s skin. But now, Jungkook stands over you with nowhere to hide. You’ve never felt so vulnerable in your own studio. And if he wanted to, he could really mess you up.
He presses his weight against the armrests and leans himself over your body. His lips find yours and smother them with an endless wave of fervor and affection. For a long while, you forget the entire point of the outing. Nothing else matters aside from this intimacy between you and the boy you adore. You feel like you’re in a dream, the kind you never want to wake up from.
Jungkook eventually pulls back to let you breathe but holds your gaze with a subtle smirk. “I think it’s almost time for my appointment, Miss Snowsleeve.”
You study his face quietly for just a moment. There’s not a shadow of doubt to be found. His confidence is so fucking attractive.
“How long have you known?” you ask.
“In my mind, it wasn’t confirmed until today, but I’ve been considering the possibility since that night at the pool.” The boy watches as you get up to finally turn the lights on. On your way back around, you gesture for him to follow you to the back. “Did you know you and snowsleeve have the same exact texting style? Exclusively lowercase.”
“That was the dead giveaway for you?” You encourage him to take a look at the collection of photos hanging on the back wall.
“It couldn’t have possibly been the glaring similarities in your art,” Jungkook says with sarcasm. He examines the polaroids of your favorite tattoos on some of your favorite people—fellow artists like Amber and Zico, celebrities like Park Jimin and Min Yoongi, and regulars who’ve supported you since the beginning. Even Seokjin has a place on your wall with a serpentine ankle tattoo that he rarely shows off outside of your apartment. Your boyfriend points to the pic of you and Amber and adds, “Couldn’t have been your extensive knowledge of local tattoo artists, either.”
“Definitely not,” you play along.
“And the more I thought about it, I realized it wasn’t a coincidence that the snowsleeve stalked my IG and liked one of my posts on that first day of art class.”
“Hey, first of all, I wasn’t IG stalking you.” You were totally IG stalking him, and both of you know it. “And second, I guess your attention to detail isn’t that bad after all.”
“It’s kind of hard not to notice the quirky little things about you.” Jungkook’s eyes pan from you, to the wall of polaroids, and to the art you’ve poured your heart and soul into. “Is there a reason why you choose to keep this all a secret?”
You nod. It was a conscious decision to keep your art detached from your name and face. Sure, it’d become less and less of a secret as your list of clients grew, but you just wanted to prove something to yourself.
“I’ve relied on my art for most of my life. It’s always been my ice breaker, my security blanket, my escape, and it’s become the only thing I’m known for.”
You think about how in every class and every friend group, you were labeled “the quiet one who was good at art.” Everyone would make small talk with you about art galleries, awards you’ve won for your art, and Pablo freaking Picasso. Your 9th grade math teacher even tasked you with decorating her classroom in geometric art. No one ever talked to you about your favorite reptiles or your love of pineapple pizza. Because what else did anyone know about you aside from art?
“I only know you as the number one lizard enthusiast in the world,” Jungkook jokes. His down-to-earth smile is both contagious and comforting. “I get where you’re coming from, though.”
“It’s not all that different from you and your two Instagram accounts. One is for here,” you say, poking the charming dimple on his cheek. “And the other is for here.” You interlace your fingers with his tattooed ones and hold his drawing hand up. You aren’t the only one who wishes to separate themself from their art—perhaps for opposite reasons.
You want to be seen as more than just your art, just as Jungkook wants to be seen as more than his pretty face.
“Yeah,” he says softly as he threads his free hand through his hair. “By the way, I’m sorry I spoiled the big reveal.”
You shake your head. “In all honesty, I preferred you to figure it out on your own.” In an instant, your grin goes from angelic to devilish. “And besides, I have one more surprise for you.”
“Why are you smiling like that? Should I be scared?” The boy spins around and frantically checks every corner of the studio. He searches high for hidden cameras, low for booby traps, and all around for possible lizard friends. You can’t help but laugh. You’re dating a complete goofball.
“Relax, it’s behind the espresso machine.” You pull him over toward the nutty aroma of roasted coffee beans. With a straight face, you add, “Try to be quiet, or else it’ll lash out at you.”
Jungkook does a good job of staying silent, although his wide-eyed expression speaks volumes. If you had to guess, he’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “I fucking knew it. It’s a fucking snake. This is what I get for dating that adorable reptile-loving dork.”
“I’m just fucking with you, Jeon.” Despite your evil cackle, the boy lets out a sigh of relief. “It’s not something nearly as exciting as a bearded dragon.”
“What is it then?” He tries to peek over your shoulder, but the object in question is already tucked away in your hands behind your back.
You gesture for his hand, and never once has he hesitated to give it to you. After placing the small metal object in his palm, you fold his fingers around it. “Take a look.”
Jungkook unfolds his fingers and finds a shiny key.
“You’re giving me full studio access?” He definitely wasn’t expecting this one.
“You can come in anytime to practice or borrow equipment or—”
“Or make myself a vanilla latte?”
“Exactly.” You plop yourself back into the leather chair and catch the boy by his wrist. He stumbles forward with the momentum and nearly falls on top of you. “You can even do the honors of giving snowsleeve her second tattoo.”
You flex your fingers, drawing attention to the outer edge of your hand. If you want to start small, a hand tattoo sounds appropriate. And besides, you find all of Jungkook’s tiny hand tattoos so dang charming, and that may or may not be what’s inspired you. When clients ask you about it, you can tell them the story.
“I know you’re in high demand, but is there any chance I can get an appointment with you today?” you ask innocently, ignoring the fact that you’re supposed to be having a consultation about Jungkook’s next tattoo. But that can wait a little longer.
“Someone’s eager,” he chuckles at your aggressive puppy eyes. If you could be an emoji, you’d be an angry one with puppy dog eyes and hearts. “But I suppose I can squeeze you in right now since you’re so fucking cute.”
You use this opportunity to give Jungkook a step-by-step tutorial on a proper tattoo setup. You show him your signature plastic wrapping technique, give him a rundown of your favorite machines, and share everything else with him that’s become second nature to you.
“So are we actually doing this?” he asks after a few practice doodles on fake skin with your favorite pen for lining. His lines are smooth, his hand is steady, and the depth looks about right.
“I’m in if you are.” You sit curled up in the leather chair, doing your best to mask the nerves building up inside your chest. The last thing you want is for your own uneasiness to rub off on a boy who has yet to tattoo an actual human being. “We can do something small and simple, just so you can get the feel of digging into real skin.”
“Bet.” Jungkook gives you a confident nod. “Any special requests?”
You point to the side of your hand, just below your pinky. “Something cute that you can freehand? Like a bunny fairy?”
“The biggest surprise of the day is that you don’t want a lizard.” He rolls in on your stool, takes your hand, and draws out exactly what you ask for. And it’s super wholesome. He leans back to get a glimpse of your reaction. “Good?”
“The best.” You can’t take your eyes off the floppy ears, the delicate wings, and the cute little heart nose. The love you feel for the boy and his art is starting to eat away at your nerves. You better keep yourself in check. Otherwise, you might do something too bold or reckless. Because that’s how safe you feel when you’re with Jungkook.
After making the switch from marker to machine, a few butterflies come fluttering back, but you’d like to believe you’ve still got a good poker face. In one hand, he wields the buzzing machine that seems a whole lot more intimidating when you aren’t the one gripping it. He slides his other hand beneath yours, against the plastic-wrapped armrest. Maybe he won’t feel the jitters vibrating through your body.
His gloved hand feels more like a fuzzy blanket keeping you warm on a gloomy rainy day. A boyfriend could say a lot of things to put his partner at ease in this situation. He might say, “It’s okay,” or “Let me know if the pain gets to be too much,” or even, “You don’t have to force yourself. I’d love you with or without this tattoo.”
Jungkook isn’t that boyfriend, though. He doesn’t need to speak into existence what you already know. He has his own way of doing things.
“Do you remember that first day in art class? When I drew that other bunny for you?” He holds your gaze for a moment. The buzzing fades into the background, and you feel the muscles in your hand loosening up. “I held your hand just like this.”
Of course you remember. No boy has ever made you feel so comforted by a single touch. That day, you were so happy. And for the first time in a while, you felt excited for the days to come. It marked the beginning of something precious with no end in sight.
You nod, prompting him to continue on with his storytime. He gives you one last squeeze before retracting his hand so that his canvas is resting on a flat surface.
“I still think about that day a lot, you know.” His voice is soft, yet everything comes out so clear above the humming. How can a boy like him be so sweet? It still blows your mind that you had this bad boy image of him when he first entered the classroom that day.
“Me too.” Your cheeks are starting to hurt from how much you’re smiling. “Little did I know, that bad boy with the tattoos would turn out to be the biggest dork and sweetheart ever.”
“FYI, you’re the only person who’s allowed to call me a sweetheart.” The face he makes at you is a mix of a pout and him trying not to smile. Whatever it is, it serves as the perfect distraction for the needle hovering above your hand.
The first needle contact is more of a graze against your skin. He glances up for your reaction. You mouth, “A little deeper,” and he makes the adjustment several times. You don’t mind that he’s slowly easing both of you into it. He could spend a week chipping away at this simple tattoo, and you’d still love him.
When he finds the sweet spot in your skin, you stay quiet to let him focus. You want to praise him for how crisp and clean his lines are, and how pretty the bunny is turning out, but you bite your tongue and save it for the end.
“Anything else I should add in?” Once he's gone over every line, he sets the machine down and lets you admire the art he’s left on you. It’s tiny, adorable, and so so special to you. You don’t need anything else.
“It’s perfect.” You hop out of the seat and stretch, admiring your beautiful new ink in the studio lights. You’re glowing. From the stool, Jungkook lets out a healthy sigh, both exhausted and relieved to know his first attempt went as well as it did. You lean over, lift his chin, and steal a kiss. “Thank you, Jungkook,” you whisper into his mouth.
He kisses you again and licks his lips.
“So, are we still having my consultation?” His eyes wander across your body, from the tattoo he gave you to wherever that other tattoo might be hiding. Something tells you he wouldn’t be against rescheduling the consultation. “If not, you can come over and play with the cat.”
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Love below 0°C - Arthur x Reader
Summary: You’ve just escaped from Blackwater, barely ducking from bullets that were shot your way. Your trusted horse, however, wasn’t so lucky. Stuck in Colter with no stables to buy a horse from, Arthur decides to go out and get you one, but not just any one, a White Arabian. Is the horse the only thing he's bringing back?
Words: 2.8k
Tags: Established Relationship, FLUFF,
A/N: I think the last line in this piece is the best line I’ve ever wrote simply because oh the image it evokes :(
Based on this request: Could you please do a fic set during the prologue of rdr2 in Colter, that Arthur tries to tame the white Arabian for the reader because their horse died instead of Boedecia, it takes hours to do it and when he brings it back to camp he starts sneezing and catches a cold so the reader thanks him by taking care of him :D
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The wind was brutal, hitting your body with such force that you were wondering how the horses were able to keep going. If it wasn’t for you holding onto Arthur, you were sure that the wind would’ve taken you away.
Having escaped from Blackwater, the entire gang have found themselves up in the mountains, caught in a snowstorm. Although the weather was cruel and you could already feel your limbs go numb, it beat being captured by the Pinkertons and the lawmen that would surely kill you more painful than the weather would.
As everybody rode on, thinking about the next move or the weather, you were thinking about your horse. From the East to the West and back to the East, he was with you through it all. A gift from Arthur, he was the first, and only, horse you’ve had since joining the Van Der Linde gang. He was loyal to you from the start, patient as you learned how to properly ride and take care of him, and he deserved more than to be killed by a stray bullet from a Blackwater lawman. Tears pricked your eyes as you remembered the image of him laying on the ground, taking his last breath right before Arthur ran up and scooped you away, putting you on his horse and riding away from the damned town.
Your head was laying on Arthur’s back as he rode through the snow, following the light of Dutch’s lantern. You were starting to doze off, Arthur’s back, warm and soft, being as good as any pillow. The voices of Dutch and the rest of the gang were fading into the foreground as you fell asleep, the sound of wind howling accompanying you into the dream world.
When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in a bed, with a blanket over you and Arthur snuggled behind you. Despite the snow outside making the windows of the cabin tremble, you were as warm and cozy as you could be. You turned around in Arthur’s hold, facing him; he was so cute when he slept, with his mouth slightly open. His nose and cheeks were a bit red, indicating that he was probably out in the cold last night. You had to make sure to keep him warm and safe while you were in this weather, you thought, otherwise he was bound to catch a cold. You knew how reckless he could get, forgetting to take care of himself and putting others first. It was one of the best and at the same time worst traits of his.
As if he felt you watching him, he gradually opened his eyes.
“Mornin’,” he said.
“Morning,” you returned. “Were you out last night?” you said, running a hand through his hair and down to his reddened cheek.
“I was. Me, Micah and Dutch went to check out a homestead Micah found. The O'Driscolls got there first. Found a woman there, brought her back.”
“What about the homestead? Can we go back and stay there?”
“Unfortunately, Micah got to it first, burned the whole thing to the ground.”
“Jesus…” you drew, shaking your head.
The two of you were silent for a moment before Arthur spoke again.
“How are you feeling?” he said, eyeing you with a bit of worry. The two of you didn’t have time to discuss the situation till now.
“I’m okay,” you said, shuffling a bit and rising up so you could sit against the headboard. “Just sad about Happy. He didn’t deserve to go out like that.”
“I’m sorry,” Arthur said, following you and sitting against the headboard as well. He smiled as he remembered the day when he gifted you your horse. Since joining the gang, you would either ride one of the unused horses kept by the hitching post, or ride on the back of Boadicea with Arthur. Despite never being without a ride, you felt that you were ready to have one you could properly call your own, and shared that with Arthur. Being the gentleman he was, Arthur quickly took you to the nearest stable and bought you your new horse (an act for which he got a kiss and which started your relationship) “I remember when the two of you first met, you didn’t even have to break him in. He practically wanted you to mount him,” he said with a laugh.
You smiled and chuckled a bit, remembering how quickly you formed a bond with your horse. That smile quickly faded as you realized you were never going to see Happy again. You shook your head, trying to push away the thoughts.
The two of you got ready before going out of your room and into a dining room-kitchen area of the little cabin you stayed in. Molly was standing by the counter, looking out of the window and sipping on a coffee. Hosea was sitting in a chair by the fireplace, warming up his hands. You went to the counter to make a cup of coffee for yourself and Arthur.
“I know it might be too soon,” Arthur said, coming up to you and taking the coffee you offered. “But we need to get you a new horse.”
His words stung you a bit; you felt bad for replacing Happy so soon, but you knew that you had to. If you had no horse, you couldn’t be a productive member of the gang.
“I know,” you said, looking down into your cup of coffee. “But how are we supposed to do that? We can’t just go out to buy one now, it might be too dangerous.”
“I’ve heard stories of an Arabian horse roaming in the mountains not far from here.” Hosea’s voice made both of you look at him.
Arthur turned around to face him. “Do you know where exactly?”
“Well, no one is sure for certain, and they are just that, stories, but people said they’ve seen it around Lake Isabella.”
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“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” you said, standing next to Arthur’s horse as he mounted it, getting ready to make the trip to Lake Isabella.
“You know me darlin’,” Arthur said with a smile. “I’m always careful.”
You chuckled, slapping his leg playfully.
He bent down slightly, and you stood on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway and kissing him. His lips were cold, and so were yours, but neither of you minded. When you broke apart, he gave you a smile before spurring Boadicea and disappearing into the snowy plain.
You stood in the snow for a few more minutes, looking out into the distance where Arthur rode away to. You hoped he would be careful and take care of himself like he promised. He had a tendency of neglecting himself, being careless and letting himself get hurt or sick. On more than one occasion you had to make sure he wore warm clothes when you were in colder climates, or wore his hat when the sun was especially brutal. Despite being a one of the leaders of the Van Der Linde gang, stepping in for Dutch or Hosea when he had to, he could be so silly when it came to trivial things. You chuckled to yourself. Good thing he had you, you thought, a thought that Arthur often had himself.
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The snowstorm was getting more brutal the further he went into the mountains. At some points, he couldn’t even see in front of him, everything hidden by the white of the snow. From time to time, the storm would get so brutal, Boedecia could barely move through it. Finally, after a few hours he could see the frozen Lake Isabella. Everything was covered in white; the trees, the rocks, the lake itself. All the animals that were able to withstand the harsh weather and roamed around too wore coats of white, blending in with the surroundings. In this scenery, Arthur stood out like a sore thumb with his dark blue coat and his black hat.
He hitched Boedecia to one of the trees that lined the shore of the lake before venturing out, trying to get a feel for the surrounding area.
He should get a fire started, he thought, warm himself up before getting to work. That’s what you would’ve done, at least, if you were here. He promised you that he would take care of himself. He felt bad for not doing that, but he hoped he would be in and out within an hour, so forth he went.
It was hours before he finally found her, having missed her white coat in the equally white snow a countless times. Finding her, however, wasn’t even the hardest part, breaking her in, that was. She bucked him off for what he felt like a dozen times. He could barely feel his face in the end, having been thrown off face first in the snow far too many times. Finally, as if the horse was just as tired of bucking off Arthur as Arthur was tired of being bucked off, she gave in, relaxing under him.
Despite being cold, tired and hungry, he forwent setting up camp to rest, already planning the route back to Colter. Being the completionism that he was, he didn’t feel that his mission was over until you had the horse’s reins in your hand.
“Let’s get you to your new owner,” he said, patting the mare’s platinum mane.
He whistled for Boedecia, and when she came, the three of them started their journey back to Colter. The snow storm still blew, but it was not as rough as it was before, and Arthur could see the path in front of him. He noticed how serene and quiet the area was, and if it wasn’t for his occasional sneezes cutting through the silence, there would be nothing heard. When his nose started to run, he cursed himself, using the cuff of his coat to wipe at it.
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You were standing by the window, sipping on your coffee and looking outside when you saw Arthur make his way up the path on a horse that was as white as a fresh winter snow. “Arthur!” you exclaimed and ran outside.
“Got a present for ya,” he said as he dismounted the horse.
As you looked over your new ride, taking notice of her beautiful, platinum hair and her equally platinum body, you couldn’t help but be distracted by the sneezes and sniffles that came from Arthur. Oh, Arthur! Of course he didn’t listen to you, you thought, probably didn’t set up a fire and most likely spent too much time in the snow. His selfless act, as much as it meant to you, came at a cost that you would now have to help him pay.
“Oh, Arthur,” you said after he sneezed again.
“I’m alright,” he said like he always did, waving away with his hand.
“C’mon,” you said, taking Arthur’s hand in yours and leading him into the house and your room. “Let’s get you warm.”
“Darlin’, I told you, I’m all right.”
He would not have been Arthur Morgan if he didn’t try to reject your help at least once. He hated being a burden to you or to anyone, especially when he was at fault. You, however, after being in a relationship with him for the past few years, learned to not pay attention to his rejections, simply continuing on with what you were doing. With your help, after a few minutes, he was down to his union suit, his clothes, heavy and wet, laying in the corner of the room to be hanged up to dry later. You fished out a fresh set of clothes from your unpacked bags, a pair of pants, a shirt and a warm jacket made of sheepskin, and gave it to him before leaving the room to get a hot cup of coffee and a meal for Arthur.
The room was quiet while you were outside, and Arthur had a moment to let his thoughts travel freely in his mind. He looked at his arms and his legs, clothed in fresh, dry clothes. He looked at the door where on the other side you, his love, were preparing food for him. The warmth that the clothes provided could not rival the warmth he felt in his heart through all your acts of love. He never imagined that someone could love him as much as you did. Not only that, he didn’t think he deserved it, after everything he has done in his life. The words were no match for what he felt for you as you opened the door, balancing a cup of coffee and a bowl of stew as you held the doorknob, your cheeks red from the cold, your eyes full of love as you looked at him.
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“You silly, silly man,” you said as you sat on a chair next to the bed, looking over Arthur. It has been a few days since Arthur brought back the white Arabian and with her, the cold he caught. He was sneezing, coughing, blowing his nose, the whole nine yards, yet despite all that, he still wanted to get back on his horse and to work. You had to all but tie him to the bed to keep him from going out.
“I need to go out with Dutch,” he would say between sneezes, trying to get up and go.
“They'll have to manage without you,” you would return, pushing him back on the bed and covering him with blankets. “I’m not gonna let you get any more sicker.”
The next few days were mostly spent in the confines of the four walls of your room, with you taking care of Arthur. Surprising yourself, he didn’t fight too much, giving in almost right away and letting you nurse him to health. He could get used to it, he thought, as you kept taking care of him, tucking him under blankets, bringing hot bowls of stew. On a couple of occasions, he caught himself imagining that he wasn’t in some broken down cabin in Colter, hiding from Pinkertons and lawmen, but in his own house, on his own land. The image warmed him up more than any bowl of stew or cup of coffee could.
As you were laying in the bed with Arthur, you could hear the snow storm playing outside, threatening to break the windows and invade the room. Although the walls were cold, with Arthur’s body and a blanket over the two of you, you were warm. By now, Arthur has almost completely recovered, the only trace of the sickness being a sneeze here and there, but it too was almost completely gone.
“You know,” Arthur started, making you look up at him from where your head was on his chest. “It’s in moments like these, when I can see us bein’ somewhere else. Just the two of us.”
He imagined the two of you on your own ranch or a farm. No bounties to hunt, no debts to collect. He could see himself as a rancher, not carrying his gun belt every waking hour, a dog by his side. He imagined you, in a light, flow-y dress, taking care of the house, bringing love and light to it just as you did to every tent the two of you have shared. Maybe the cold has made his mind delirious, but he could even see the two of you grow old together, sitting on a rocking chair on the porch of your house, your hair gray, your face littered with wrinkles, each one telling a story.
“Me too,” you said, imagining a similar scenery in your mind. The mess that had just gone down in Blackwater had shaken your trust in Dutch just as it had for Arthur. Something has changed, and despite continuing following Dutch, the two of you realized you could only rely on one another. It’s a realization, so crucial, which would come to play strongly in the next few months, a lifeline that would lead you to your happy ever after in the end, with you, in a flow-y dress on the porch of your ranch, watching as Arthur tended to the herd, no gun on his hip, only sweat on his forehead from an honest day of work.
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Happy Valentine’s Day @m3owww! Hope you enjoy it Phi!
Thanks to @eat0crow for organizing this exchange and Panda for helping me with the title!
Yes, I know I went overboard...
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Marinette remembered the first time she got something from her soulmate.
It was a battery, or so she found out when she showed it to her parents.
“Maman, what’s this?” She asked her mother as she showed her the black box-like battery.
“Where did you get this?” Sabine asked, taking it and examining, wondering where her 10 year old daughter got it. After all, she didn’t recall them buying it.
“I didn’t get it from anywhere. It just...appeared on my desk.” Marinette explained, watching as Sabine showed the box to her father.
“This looks like a camera battery.” Tom gave the battery back to Marinette, then looked at Sabine, watching as she connected the dots. “Seems like your soulmate might be into photography.”
“Soulmate?” Marinette asked, staring at the battery.
Soulmates. Only five percent of the world’s population had one or rather, the ability to find theirs. They came in various forms and at different ages, so it was always hard to know if you had a soulmate link, bond or mark.
As for the Dupain-Chengs, it seems like Tom and Sabine belonged to that five percent. Sabine and Tom found out they had soulmates when they met at a flea market in Paris. The two had noticed that the timer ticking on their wrist was edging closer to 0, causing them to panic. For the two believed that it was a timer that marked the death of their soulmate.
As the two dashed to find a place to possibly cry at, the two crashed into each other, Tom catching Sabine by her wrist to prevent her from falling. As the two apologized, it was then that they found out that they were soulmates and that the timer was counting down to when they were going to meet. Upon realizing this, they both began to laugh.
Marinette asked them why her soulmate link wasn’t like theirs, Sabine explaining that each soulmate pair had a different bond. As for Marinette, it seemed to be a lost and found link.
If either of them lost anything, say a pencil, then the other will find it.
Sabine noticed that Marinette seemed skeptical of it.
“Try throwing out the battery out the window.”
“What? No!”
“Trust me.” And so Marinette did, after preparing herself for 10 minutes. When she went outside to look for it, it was gone.
Seeing as it was true, Marinette began to purposely lose items frequently, hoping that her soulmate would get the message that she knew about him. That she was eager to meet him. But despite her hard efforts, her items never went over to her soulmate, the items landing or staying in the spot Marinette had thrown at.
Because of this, whenever Marinette would try and show her friends her bond, they half-believed her. Only one straight up thought she made up the story to get attention: Chloe.
But then again, Chloe didn’t like anyone, so Marinette kept telling her friends of her various attempts, eagerly telling them how she couldn’t wait to meet them.
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Soulmates…as much as Tim wanted to ask his parents about it, he chose not to.
Tim looked at the tiny medallion in his hand, his fingers running over the three letters engraved on it, quickly putting it away when he heard his mother’s footsteps, quickly burying himself into his homework, pretending to flip between pages when he heard the doorknob of his room turn.
Janet walked in, Tim pretending to figure out a calculation out, quickly scribbling some nonsense onto his paper.
“I see that you’re working hard.”
“Mr.Sommers said that the next exam will cover factorization, so I thought I would do a few for practice.” Tim easily lied, adding a final number before looking up to acknowledge his mother.
She had that look again. “How long would you be out for this trip?” Janet jumped a bit. “You talked about it with Mrs.Romanov just yesterday, when you found her at the bookstore to buy some books for the flight. When we were at the storefront, remember?”
Another lie. Yes, his mother had gone to the bookstore with Tim, but the thing was that Janet had sent Tim off while she told Mrs.Romanov about her next exertion. How she told Mrs.Romanov if she knew of any nannies to take care of Tim while she was going to be out for the next two months.
Despite knowing Tim was capable of maintaining himself, she didn’t want the school to bother her again for not leaving him behind with adult supervision. It was starting to get on her nerves.
“Oh that’s right. How did I forget?” His mother recalled, not once doubting his retelling. “We’re excavating in Riqqeh, Egypt for a month.” Tim watched as his mother let out a sigh. “Probably more cemeteries, but then again, you never know until you dig.”
“I see.” Tim said, burying himself back into his homework. “Hope you find something more interesting than skeletons then.”
“I promise to bring back a souvenir, okay?” His mother walked to him, placing a cold kiss on his forehead, Tim noticing his father’s name etched on her collar bone. “Make sure to go straight to sleep after you finish that page, understood?” A nod. “Good night, Timothy.”
“Good night.” He simply said back, watching as she closed the door.
Taking out the medallion, Tim stared at it.
He had a soulmate somewhere out there...a soulmate he dreaded to meet...and yet hoped that perhaps they wouldn’t end up like his parents…
Tim opened a secret compartment in his pencil case and placed the medallion there, thinking about it until he went to sleep.
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Soulmates. Everyone is always eager to meet them, but no one ever tells you how to keep that same enthusiasm after you meet them…
Tim’s parents met when Janet had tagged along with one of her friend’s excavation trips, meeting Jack in Berlin.
The minute the two saw each other, their world turned more colorful, the two becoming infatuated with one other when they found out they were soulmates. After showing each other’s names etched onto their collarbones, the two quickly planned their marriage.
Marrying in Gotham was a dream come true for Janet...but that dream lasted a mere months before the world went back to being its bland self. With each having their own dreams, careers and goals, Janet and Jack started to stray from each other. Meetings and trips took time away from one another. And the time they would see each other, they would simply talk about work, work and nothing else. Not even a single ‘want to take a break?’ or ‘how about we go out for dinner tonight?’
It was like being at another board meeting, being professional with each other.
They only drew close to one another when Janet found out she was pregnant with Timothy, Jack taking some time off work to make sure Janet had various maids checking on her before returning back to work.
On the day Timothy was to be born, Jack was there, holding Janet’s handing during the delivery. He held his son once before handing him over to Janet and leaving, mentioning about having to go back to work.
Jack would then go on to see Timothy at home, being lulled to sleep by the handmaid, telling Jack of Janet’s meeting with the board about an upcoming visit to Mexico.
There were few times Tim actually remembered going out as a family and while from the outside it looked like any other family outing, Tim knew why they were out in the first place: rumors.
“Have you heard? Drake’s little boy was seen walking home by himself! What parent lets their child go home by themselves? ”
“Timothy? But he’s only six!”
“Heard they plan on sending him to a boarding school. Poor thing.”
While the family outings were influenced by rumors, Tim found joy in them because it was the few times he was able to go to places he had desired to go before. Like the circus....even if that one ended in a tragedy.
But even good things had to come to an end. Years went by and Timothy grew to be very independent. That was when all the maids and servants were shooed off, leaving Tim all alone.
It didn’t help that they did indeed end up sending him to boarding school.
But Tim managed to get used to being alone, and has been for the past two years.
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Years passed and Marinette no longer kept trying to lose her items. Despite her various attempts, she couldn’t manage to send them over to her soulmate, finding it disheartening it.
But as of these days, Marinette didn’t have the time to try it again. Or rather, she could no longer afford to lose her belongings or let them out of her sight.
While she had gotten used to getting her things taken away from her thanks to her friends borrowing them or Chloe playing a “prank” on her, getting bullied by two people at the same time was starting to take a toll on her and the brand she was trying to set for herself at the age of 15.
If she dared to let her eyes wander, then they would either fall into the hands of Chloe or of Lila’s. When Lila transferred to Dupont, Marinette didn’t honestly care about her lying, after all, they were nothing but white lies. So she never bothered to actually make friends with the girl. But even with the lack of communication, Marinette apparently did something to Lila because one day she was cornered in the bathroom and was threatened.
Marinette was kind but she knew when enough was enough.
“I would like to see you try.” She practically spat into Lila’s face before leaving the bathroom those weeks ago.
So here she was, being bullied by both her bully since l'école primaire and her new found one in lycee.
But between the two, Marinette preferred her personal things end up in Chloe’s hands than Lila’s. Chloe at least gave them back, but Lila? They never returned in one piece or even worse, they didn’t come back at all.
“Marinette? Where is your-”
“Mme Bustier...I promise you I did do it. I had it.” Marinette stabilized her voice from erupting into panic as she failed to find her assignment that she swore she had in her bag. “You can even ask Alya. She saw it.”
“That’s true Mme Bustier!” Alya quickly defended, although she wondered what happened to the paper as she saw Marinette safely tuck it away. Yes, Marinette could be clumsy, but unorganized and scattered brain? That she was not. She was meticulous, precise and always punctual. So how did that paper leave its place?
“Regardless, it’s not in my hands.” Mme Bustier sighed. “You’ll have to stay after class.” That caused Marinette to panic. She couldn’t afford to stay after school. She had a meeting with a client as soon as school ended.
“But Mme Bustier!”
“I’m sorry Marinette, but-”
“I can’t afford to stay after class! I have a very important-”
“Marinette.” Mme Bustier sternly stated. “Rules are rules. You’ll have to come after school, whether you have a very important appointment or not.”
Marinette managed to not scream as the bell rang, watching as everyone filed out, Alya lingering behind.
“Marinette, I could-” she shook her head.
“Alya, I’ll be alright.” She gave her friend a sheepish smile. “And go on without me. Perhaps my client will understand when I explain it to them via text.” Despite Marinette’s reassurance, Alya nodded and left the classroom hesitantly.
Bracing herself for her punishment, Mme Bustier got a phone call from the main office, looking at Marinette and turning her attention back to the phone. With a few ‘oui’ and ‘be right there,’ Bustier turned to Marinette.
“They need me for a few minutes downstairs, but that doesn’t mean you are free to go. Stay here while I check what they need from me.” Mme Bustier ordered, Marinette burying her face into her hands as she slammed herself into her desk.
She lifted her head once again, sending a quick text to her client about running late. Once that was over, Marinette took out her sketchbook to look over her designs, taking out a red pen to add some additional revisions.
She didn’t know how long she had been like that, but the moment she heard the door open, her head snapped upwards, a frown on her face when she saw Lila and not Mme Bustier.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing much.” Lila said, dragging her fingers on the desk Marinette sat at. “Just this!” She exclaimed, snatching the sketchbook from under Marinette’s hand.
“Give it back!” Marinette screamed, quickly chasing after Lila around the class.
“Oh come one Marinette! I just want to-”
“They’re very important commision designs for a client-” Marinette attempted to reason, almost grabbing it back from Lila.
“Is that so?” Lila hummed, quickly opening the sketchbook and looking at the designs. “Wow. You weren’t kidding!” A grin made its way to her face. “It’d be too bad if something bad happened to it.”
Marinette’s eyes widened and the next thing she knew, she had managed to grab the sketchbook from Lila.
“There’s no way in hell I would let you.” Marinette said in a low voice.
“Oh? Then let’s see you try!” Lila yelled, attempting to grab the sketchbook from Marinette.
The two waltzed away from one another as Marinette kept her sketchbook away from Lila’s grasp. The two were on each other’s toes until Marinette had to run around the classroom, having to knock over Mme Bustier’s chair to keep Lila away from her when she got too close to comfort.
“Come on Marinette! I just want to see-”
“No way in hell Lila!” Marinette screamed, feeling as Lila dug her nails into her shoulder when she ended up cornering her by the windows, Marinette trying her best to not wince at the pain.
The two girls kept clawing at one another until Marinette couldn’t keep Lila at bay anymore, trying to find a way to keep her sketchbook safe from Lila. As Lila kept pushing her, Marinette’s hand hit the window, almost knocking down the metal rod that was used to pull down the shades. That’s when it hit her.
Taking in a deep breath, Marinette kicked Lila away from her, ingraining Lila’s expression of surprise into her memory. As Lila goy up and charged to grab the designer’s sketchbook, Marinette flung it behind her head, silently praying for its safety.
After all, everytime she had tried to lose an item, it never worked. But this time, just this one time, she hoped it would work.
Meanwhile, Lila watched as the sketchbook flew out the window, watching as it fell down to the ground, only to disappear before it hit the grass outside.
Lila stepped back, her eyes darting from the missing book to the panting Marinette who glared at her with daggers for eyes.
“Not this time Lila. Not this time.” The classroom door opened, causing both girls to look at the doorway.
“What is going on here?” Mme Mendeleiev practically shouted, causing Lila to lose all color in her face.
Crap.
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Tim watched as his English teacher started to walk down the desk aisle, watching as he started to collect their writing assignment assigned yesterday. Seeing as he was drawing near, Tim reached into his bag, when he felt an unfamiliar texture brush against his knuckles. Peering into his bag, he noticed a leather book with a red strap securing it.
Deciding to check it out later, Tim took out his assignment and handed it in, watching as Mr.Hughes simply nodded as he took it, walking down the other row of desks to take the assignment.
As class progressed, his mind drifted to one thing: the book. Tim pondered at how the leather book had gotten into his bag and who it belonged to.
Was it from someone in his class? Was it part of a prank?
He was snapped from his thoughts once the bell rang, signaling everyone that it was lunch.
Tim scurried to the school’s library, heading up to the second floor and turning a right to where his favorite spot welcomed him. A lone desk at the corner, next to a radiator that warmed him in the winter and a wonderful view of the campus as well.
Ever since the death of his mother around a year ago, Tim was able to convince his father to pull him out of boarding school and to transfer him to Gotham Academy. He told him how it was less costly and better yet, closer to home. He agreed.
Making sure that he was comfortable, Tim took out the leather book, his fingers analyzing the bumpy leather texture. Perhaps he would find the owner’s name inside. If not, he will take it to the lost-n-found in the main office. Carefully, Tim took the red strap off the edge of the book, taken aback at the sketches on the paper.
Light feather markings under layers of darker, bolder strokes of graphite looked back at him in the shape of a dress. Side notes in French in a vibrant shade of black ink were meticulously jotted down, red ink being additional notes to the already long list of critiques.
As he turned the pages, Tim saw one dress design after another, designs for hats, caps, shirts and even leather jackets were in there too. Names of fabrics he had never heard of before racked in his mind as Tim kept admiring each sketch. He also couldn’t help but notice the signature on each page. MDC.
MDC.
As he reveled in the initials, trying to make sense of them, he let out a hiss as he retracted his hand from the book, noticing a small bead of blood emerged from his finger...blood?
Tim looked back at the book, noticing that there was a single needle poking out from the sketchbook’s satin bookmark, a silver medallion-
Medallion?
There was no way.
Tim closed in on the medallion and there it was, the initials, MDC. Just like the one he found written on the rose-gold medallion he found years ago.
But why now? Why now after five years of not losing a single thing?
Time had gone by so quickly that Tim literally jumped when the bell rang for the next class, Tim quickly scrambling to gently put back his soulmate’s things into his bag and head for geometry class.
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Thanks to the fiasco with Lila, Marientte was held back even more, leading to Marinette having to reschedule her appointment with her client.
Thankfully, the client understood the situation Marinette was just in, even going as far as waiting for Marinette to set the new meeting date. Something about having been there before.
Wrapped in a lavender scented blanket, Marinette stared at her phone screen in front of her that blinked several times before turning black. Then it would turn on again.
On. On. On. On. Off. On…. Off. On... Off...On. On...
Marinette didn’t bother to flip it over either, knowing that the vibration of the incoming calls and unread text messages were going to remind her of the incident with Lila...and how she didn’t have access to her sketchbook anymore.
Her stomach grumbled in annoyance, Marinette only then remembering not having eaten in hours and its been a long time judging form the darken sky outside.
Deciding to actually eat something before she started to feel nauseous from not eating, Marinette was surprised to see a crumpled piece of paper next to the tray of food her mom had brought her. Where did the paper come from?
Opening it up, Marinette felt her heart stop.
I don’t know why, but I have your book…
Thank god she studied a bit of English! Marinette read the next lines.
The designs...are very nice. But guessing from the notes on the last page, you need it back. How exactly do I do that?
That stumped Marinette because to be honest, she didn’t know how. Every time she had tried to before, it never worked. Only this one time where she really needed for the link to work, it worked. But...they managed to easily lose their things…
Grabbing a piece of paper, Marinette wrote back, crumbling it and headed towards her skylight. Opening the hatch a bit, she threw it, going back to her food, hoping it got through.
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Tim was minding his own business, listening to NIghtwing give the squad a run down of their latest problem when he eyed a crumpled up paper by his foot. Hoping no one would notice it, he quickly placed it under his foot and waited for the debriefing to finish.
Crouching to get it, it seems like he wasn’t as subtle as he had wished to be as Jaime got to it first.
“What you hiding from us, compa’?” Jaime asked Tim as he uncrumpled the paper. “¿Qué diablos es esto? What is this? Can you even read this?” Jaime pointed at the French written on the paper.
“Yes, I can.” Tim said, huffing when Bart leaned onto his shoulder, peering into the note in Tim’s hands.
“Why am I not surprised?” Jaime said. “Not only are you super smart, but now you’re bilingual too? Let me guess, you're actually multilingual?”
“Actually, he is.” Bart chimed in.
“No manches güey. Seriously?”
“If I remember correctly: Spanish, Cantonese, Russian-”
“And German.” Tim finished, quickly picking up his pace. “Now if you excuse me, I have a few things to do.”
“Hey! At least tell us what it says! Andale, no seas malo.” Jaime pleaded but simply got a wave goodbye for an answer. “Fine! But don’t forget about tomorrow’s mission, eh?”
As Tim left Jaime and Bart behind, he headed to the zeta tubes to head back home, thanking Alfred for the lift home, acknowledging his father as he made his way to his room.
He made a beeline for his bag, taking out the sketchbook, scared to even hold it now that he knew who it belonged to and how much it could potentially be worth.
He laid down the wrinkled paper on his desk, rereading the note.
Just lose it. Try to toss it out the window or something. That’s what I did. It’s how our link works after all.
Tim took a deep breath, both relieved that there was a possible way to return the book and nervous it wouldn’t work.
Taking the sketchbook, he opened up his bedroom window, looked down below and took a deep breath. He took a step back and with one swift move, he tossed the sketchbook out the window, wondering if it made its way safely back to its owner.
After what seemed like an hour, Tim found a crumpled piece of paper on his desk, quickly jogging towards it and opening, feeling a wash of relief flow out of him, Tim let himself smile as he looked at the paper.
It worked! Thank you so much! My name is Marinette...what’s yours?
--
Months flew by, Marinette now being in her senior year and grinning from ear to ear as she read Tim’s latest text to her, ignoring Alya’s nagging on packing for their trip.
Ever since the sketchbook incident, Marinette found out the reason as to why she was never able to “lose” anything to give to Tim. Or rather the two reasons why the link wasn’t working.
First off, Marinette had been intentionally losing items and always had her eyes on where it would land, which actually cancelled the link. Second, Tim’s fussing over the soulmate link caused it to weaken over time, which further didn't allow Marinette to send him anything over.
Through various days of aggressively sending each other notes, Tim decided to embrace the link while Marinette assured him that she would try to keep her enthusiasm to a low. Keyword: try.
Getting tired from the constant note throwing, Marinette suggested exchanging contact info. It’s how Marinette learned that Tim was very meticulous, and that was coming from his share of contact info. He had an email, phone number, fax number all carefully labeled with even hours in which Marinette was allowed to contact him.
At first Marinette thought he was a stick in the mud, but then Tim had to explain to her about time zones and how he was still in school and afterschool programs most of the week...oops. How did she forget about time zones and school of all things?
Using Marinette’s phone number and email, Tim was easily able to know where exactly Marinette lived, but that’s all he was able to figure out. It wasn’t exactly easy to figure out more about your soulmate when an enthusiastic Dick hovered around you upon knowing about Tim’s soulmate. It got worse when Tim officially moved into Wayne Manor after his father’s death.
But even with Dick hovering like a hummingbird, Tim found texting with Marinette soothing. To have a friend outside of school, out of the Justice League, to have a friend where he could just be Tim...it was...relaxing. Especially when he heard of Lila’s moving due to her mother’s job.
After all, it’s not like he had something to do with it. Absolutely not.
Of course, there were a few times he almost spilled the details, but he was easily able to catch himself, oftentimes redirecting it towards Marinette’s day or her latest commission.
Sometimes they would even video chat, although rarely thanks to time zones. But the few times they did, they would each ingrain each second they spent with each other, as they never knew when they were actually going to meet one day… even if it came closer than what either of them thought.
--
Tim reread his text for the umpteenth time, his mind still trying to process the message before realizing he hadn’t answered back.
Metropolis? As in, the city where the Man of Steel resides?
She...she was heading to Metropolis? In two days?
Thank Kon for dragging him here!
Marinette: Yup! To think we were able to win Luthor’s scholarship trip! Can you believe it? I can’t wait to see what his program could offer! When I found out that Luthor was holding a scholarship trip for those who would win his Foundation for the Arts’ essay competition, there was no way I was going to let that chance go! Especially when I heard that the trip was extended to the winner’s entire class, regardless of nationality. It would basically be our second senior trip before the first one ^^
Must be very excited then.
You bet I am!
To think...to think he would be able to see her in person… He watched as his happiness wrote for him.
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Tim: Wanna hear something that would make the trip more exciting?
What would make this trip even more exciting?
Marinette hummed into the palm of her hand as she watched Tim type.
Tim: I’ll get to see you. Face to face. I’ll be in Metropolis for the next week...what are the odds?
Alya never saw Marinette turn red so quickly, watching as Marinette almost fell off her bed.
“Marinette! Oh my god, Nino! Help! She’s on cloud nine!”
--
Marinette fanned herself as she bit her lip, fiddling with the green ribbon she had wrapped around her wrist in case she wanted to tie her hair up.
Today was her second day in Metropolis, Marinette now nervous compared to when she first arrived the day before.
After having a tour of Metropolis University, Bustier’s class was able to have the day to themselves and as if on cue, Tim texted her if she was free even though she had already shared her itinerary with him the moment she recovered from her shock those days ago.
So now here she was, standing in Heroes’ Park, wondering if she looked foolish standing in front of Superman’s statue.
Or perhaps because she looked so out of place. Who wears a sunhat nowadays? Oh wait, she did...why exactly? Because freckles.
Marinette looked at her phone, wondering if she got the time wrong. No. She was literally a whole ten minutes early.
So why-
“You scream tourist you know.” A voice said, snapping Marinette from her thoughts. As she turned to see who it was, she felt her heart skip a beat.
He always seemed short, but...now being faced to face…
“Well, sorry for having freckles. The sun-” Marinette pouted, caught by surprised when Tim cupped her face.
“Freckles? I never knew you had them. Then again, you can’t really see them when they’re so small and through a screen at that.”
Marinette listened as her heart threatened to jump from her chest, more so when Tim realized what he was doing. Pink dusted his face. “Sorry, I-”
“I-It’s alright.” Marinette managed to find herself saying, pulling her hat closer to her face. “I...I also wasn’t expecting you to be taller than me.”
That caused Tim to sputter.
“You thought I was-”
“Hey! In my defense, I only had furniture to get some type of knowledge of how tall you were. Seems like I was wrong.” Marinette confessed.
The two stared at each other before laughing, Marinette attempting to reel in her heart with each laugh Tim let out. She didn’t think they would sound so different to what she was used to listening to through the phone.
When the two managed to compose themselves, Tim and Marinette looked at each other again. Marinette dusted off nonexistent dust off her yellow-canary shorts, readjusting her black purse that crossed her red blouse. Tim cleared his throat.
“Well, let’s start this again.” Marinette nodded, a smile on her face.
“Hey. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She comfortably answered back, clasping her hand with the hand Tim offered. “I’m happy to finally meet you, Timothy.” Tim squeezed her hands, noticing how her hand fit perfectly in his.
Perhaps this was where his parents went wrong. Perhaps this is why their relationship didn’t work...lack of communication...lack of appreciation and affection…
But he won’t let them end but like them, not when he knows how much she means to him.
Giving her hand a squeeze, Tim smiled at him.
“As am I, Marinette.”
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Among Us
Warning: Suggestive themes as the story progresses, but nothing explicit.
Summary: Hufflepuff and Slytherin are playing Among Us with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The grudge Slytherin holds against Gryffindor prevents him from pinpointing the true imposter in their midst.
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Emergency meeting!
Slytherin rests his knuckles against the cafeteria table as he leans forward.
“Found Ravenclaw’s body in electrical,” he says solemnly.
Gryffindor narrows his eyes.
“You probably self-reported.”
“Wha—did not!”
He arches an eyebrow. “Then how did you find Raven?”
“I was rerouting power to communications,” Slytherin retorts. His voice is deadly calm but he’s shooting daggers at him from across the table.
HuffPuff has voted. 2 remaining.
“Hold up,” Gryffindor folds his arms while eyeing Slytherin suspiciously, “how did you even know it was Ravenclaw’s body? Did you see her and think ‘Oh, look! It’s Ravenclaw, the innocent person I murdered a few minutes ago. Since no one found her yet, I’m gonna sit here for a bit and stare at her as a creepy person would. Aw geez! I should probably report the body now because someone might catch me’?”
Slytherin scoffs. “That’s not how I talk—”
“Any normal person would’ve seen the body and immediately reported it. They wouldn’t have time to identify who it was—”
“I saw a flash of blue right before I reported,” he interrupts. “Any person with at least one brain cell would’ve known it was Ravenclaw. Besides, she’s the only person who isn’t here right now.”
Gryffindor still looks unconvinced, and Slytherin rolls his eyes.
“What, do you expect me to think it was Hufflepuff’s body? Hufflepuff,” he gestures, “who’s standing next to me right now with a yellow suit?”
Gryffindor opens his mouth to respond when Hufflepuff, who has remained silent until now, speaks up.
“Guys, stop arguing and just vote.”
Slytherin purses his lips and looks like he wants to continue bantering with Gryffindor. He glances at Hufflepuff, who is intently staring at him.
Please, her eyes seem to say.
He swallows his anger, albeit reluctantly, and nods.
Snek has voted. 1 remaining.
Gryffinroar has voted. 0 remaining.
No one was ejected. (Tie)
Slytherin shoots one last withering look at Gryffindor before walking away. Both of them head off in opposite directions, too frustrated with each other to question why Hufflepuff voted so early.
Ghost Ravenclaw watches as they leave the cafeteria.
Y’all stupid, she sighs.
-
Gryffindor is walking in the hallway leading to Storage. He turns the corner and doesn’t notice Hufflepuff, who’s loosely trailing him. She hurries to catch up with him when she is suddenly pulled into Admin. A hand clamps over her mouth before she could scream, and she struggles against the unknown figure.
“It’s alright, it’s just me!”
She freezes—she knows that voice. They finally release her from their grip, and she spins around.
“Slytherin,” she shouts in a whisper. “What the hell!”
Slytherin suppresses a laugh. He’d probably earn a punch in the arm if he didn’t.
“Did I startle you, my love?”
“Yes,” Hufflepuff glares. “You would be startled too if someone randomly grabbed you from behind.”
“Well, you have nothing to fear,” he pulls her into a hug. “It’s only me.”
Still irked, she stiffly leans into his embrace. However, it only takes a matter of seconds for her to give in, and she wraps her arms around him.
Slytherin draws back far enough to look at her.
“You have to be careful. Gryffindor is probably the imposter, so you should stay with me.”
“Shouldn’t we call a meeting if he’s the imposter?” she says with a frown.
“If we eject him now without any evidence, he’s gonna say we didn’t play fairly. Let’s stay together so we can catch him red-handed if he tries anything.”
Her brows knit together, and she seems hesitant. Slytherin notices, but her reluctance disappears as quickly as it arrives.
“Okay,” she takes his hand. “If you say so.”
He gives her a small smile before leading her to MedBay, where his next task is. After he submits his scan, he turns to face Hufflepuff.
“My last task is in Shields and then I’m finished,” he says. “What about you?”
“I’m already done.”
“Ok, good. C’mon, let’s go before Gryffindor finds us.”
He begins to head out.
“Wait!”
Hufflepuff steps between him and the exit. He stops, surprised.
“Wait,” she says again but calmer this time. “Can we stay here for a bit?”
“What for?”
“...I wanna hang out with you.”
Slytherin looks at her like she grew two heads.
“Why?” he asks.
“Why not,” she pouts. “Is it wrong to wish to spend time with you?”
“Of course not, but now?” he arches an eyebrow. “When we’re so close to winning this thing?”
“I know, I just…”
He stares at her expectantly, waiting.
“...I miss you.”
There is a mixed expression of amusement and confusion on his face.
“You miss me,” he repeats.
“I do. And I know it’s silly because you’re right here, but I feel like we barely get any alone time.”
Slytherin cocks his head.
“I think we get a fair amount of ‘alone time’ every now and then.”
She crosses her arms.
“Not really,” she replies sullenly. “There’s always some sort of interruption. Whether it be homework or Quidditch practice or just anything at all, something always seems to get in the way.”
He frowns. Now that he thinks about it, Hufflepuff makes a good point. When was the last time they were alone with no distractions whatsoever?
“You’re right,” he takes her hands, “and I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.”
A smile adorns her lips.
“It’s okay. At least we’re alone now.”
With the tip of her finger, she begins to draw lazy circles on his chest.
“With no one else around,” she drawls. “No interruptions.”
Slytherin can’t hide his grin as he hooks his forearm behind her waist to pull her closer.
“I guess my task can wait.”
Hufflepuff ends up pressed against the wall with Slytherin kissing her like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. She clutches his suit tightly as if she is worried he’ll let go, but he doesn’t. In fact, he isn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.
He bites on her bottom lip and swipes his tongue over to soothe the sting, drawing a whimper from her. He pulls back, feeling a swell of pride when he sees her kiss-swollen lips.
“Do you wanna stop?” he murmurs.
Hufflepuff shakes her head and licks her lips, drawing his attention to them again.
“I want you,” she whispers, brushing her thumb against his cheek. “Please.”
Slytherin smirks. How could he refuse when she asked so nicely?
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Slytherin zips up his suit and turns to Hufflepuff, who just finished dressing.
“How are you feeling?” he says, walking towards her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Of course not,” she gives him a soft smile, “you could never hurt me.”
“I know,” he snakes an arm around her waist. “Just checking in.”
“Well, I’m perfectly fine, so you have nothing to worry about,” she beams.
Slytherin kisses the bridge of her nose when he feels the outline of something on her back. He scrunches his eyebrows together.
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“That thing in your suit.”
Not waiting for a response, he slips his hand through the opening of her unzipped suit and begins feeling around for the object.
Realization strikes her, and she tries to step back.
“It’s nothing—”
But it’s too late because Slytherin’s hand brushes against the handle of the item, and he tilts his head.
“That’s weird,” he says. “It feels like a…”
He pulls it out, and his eyes widen.
“...knife.”
Hufflepuff grabs the knife from him in a hurry and tucks it back into her suit, but there’s no use in trying to hide it. Slytherin has already seen the weapon.
His eyes cloud with confusion. He staggers back when it finally clicks.
“You’re the imposter.”
She gulps, knowing that it’d be useless to try denying it.
“I am,” she says quietly.
Her heart aches—Slytherin looks even more betrayed at the confirmation. She swallows the lump in her throat.
“If you hadn’t stopped me from going after Gryffindor,” she begins, “none of this would’ve happened. Believe me, I didn’t plan for things to go this way. I tried to go after Gryff instead, I even suggested ejecting him! But you wouldn’t let me, you kept…” She bites the inside of her cheek, finding it hard to speak under the scrutiny of his gaze. “...you kept getting in my way.”
“So now it’s me,” he says in an icy voice. “It’s me who will die.”
Hufflepuff winces at his words and droops her head in shame. Slytherin uses her brief lapse of concentration to make a run for the exit. He is startled when the doors lock on their own.
“Even if you manage to make it out, you won’t be able to press the emergency button.”
Slytherin whirls around to face Hufflepuff, who approaches him slowly with a dismal expression.
“I’ve initiated a reactor meltdown. Gryffindor isn’t gonna find you in time. He’s probably too busy trying to fix the sabotage.”
His eyebrows furrow as he soaks in the truth of her words.
“Even then,” she continues, “you need two players to do that.”
Fuck. When did Hufflepuff get so sly? She always had the potential to be crafty, which is what drew Slytherin in when they first met in detention. He soon realized that though she can be sneaky at times, she values kindness above all else, and he finds that to be very endearing. But, in the few instances when she is sneaky, Slytherin wants nothing more than to pull her into an empty classroom and—
Stop! he mentally scolded himself. Why are you thinking about that when Hufflepuff is literally about to kill you right now?! But fuck, is she gonna look hot doing it—
His thoughts freeze when she draws out her knife. He backs away as she walks towards him.
“Let me go,” he pleads. “I can help you win this. We can work together!”
Hufflepuff shakes her head solemnly.
“I know betraying Gryffindor sounds appealing to you. But you love winning even more. Who’s to say you won’t betray me?”
He swallows with difficulty. She knows him too well.
Dread runs through his veins when his back meets the wall. She corners him. Her face scrunches up like she’s racked with guilt for what she’s about to do.
“I have to end this now,” she says, her voice thick. “I’m sorry it had to be this way.”
Slytherin stares into her eyes.
“Would you kill me, my love?” he whispers.
Hufflepuff holds his gaze.
“For victory? Without question.”
Defeat.
HuffPuff was The Imposter.
Play Again?
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Inspired by @hogwartslastbraincells’s glorious incorrect quote post!
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Today’s my birthday, so I decided to post something. I had been meaning to write this for a long time, but I never got around to it until now and I’m quite proud of how it turned out! I like playing Among Us—I get so nervous when I’m the Imposter lmao
Here’s a deleted scene! Warning, it’s pretty nsfw. The scene is after huff is like “hey we’re alone”:
He begins kissing every inch of her exposed skin while unzipping her suit. Her eyes flutter shut when his lips pay special attention to her neck, and she lets out a breathless moan. He suddenly freezes.
“Why’d you stop?” she breathes.
When he doesn’t respond, she opens her eyes to see that he’s staring at her body with a shocked expression—and it isn’t the good kind of shock. She looks down and realizes with horror that the knife she had hidden within her suit is now revealed.
I changed this to what the scene is now because I wanted to keep it lowkey and make it less nsfw. I cut the official scene off with “How can he refuse when she asks so nicely?” so that there’s no explicit content and the gap between that line and the scene afterward suggests that they did the dirty.
Speaking of explicit, I’m gonna write a “bonus” fic that fills in the blank of what happened. It’s litcherally just gonna be smut. So, the beginning of the fic will be similar to that of the deleted scene; the difference is that Slytherin doesn’t find the knife and they simply continue. I lowkey deleted that nsfw scene and created a gap so that I could write a bonus fic that goes in-depth. Didn’t wanna scar anyone who doesn’t wanna read smut so I purposefully left out what happened. Those who do want to see what happened after can read the bonus fic when I post it sometime in the future.
I’m not sure what my schedule for fics will be. I’ll likely be studying for the AP exams, so I might just disappear for a bit. However, I have some ideas for drabbles and ficlets, and those types of fics usually don’t take me very long to write, so I might post them sometime in the future so that I’m not completely inactive.
MEME TIME ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Also, this:
HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS LMAO
After seeing the incorrect quotes post and deciding to write a fic inspired by it, I planned on doing the color word thingie that @hogwartslastbraincells had done. I searched up the code for the hogwarts houses colors and tested it out in a draft, and I just left it there for future reference. I can not tell you how relieved I am to finally get rid of the draft after seeing it for so long.
Well, that’s it for me. I don’t have much else to say other than the fact that today ez a happy day for me. Technically, today’s not my birthday because I’m writing this in advance, but the day that you’re reading this—if you’re reading this the day that I post—is indeed my birthday! Not sure what my plans for the day are (well, my family’s plans to be exact), but I’m sure they’ll be fun :D
Thanks for reading! Until next time <3
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Room Service (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]
Title: Room Service
Rating: Explicit
Length: 2500
Warnings: Smut (bathtub sex)
Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set May 22nd, 1998 after “I Do”. I had a lot more planned for today, as it’s the 100th update of MTMF, but my brain was like “boo you suck” all day so HERE WE ARE.
Summary: Reader and Javier celebrate after their wedding.
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You traced your fingers over your name and Javier’s as you stared down at the marriage certificate that legally bound the two of you together. Marriage used to feel like a restrictive societal construct that was used and abused by people. The thought of getting married used to fill you with dread — you could still remember how anxious you felt after Lance had offhandedly mentioned his own desires to get married and have a family.
And then there was Javier.
He wasn’t particularly old fashioned, but you had known for awhile now that he wouldn’t mind marrying you. Hell, he wore a band on his left ring finger that was meant to look like a wedding band.
You tucked the certificate in between the pages of the travel map you had brought, before stowing it in the interior pocket of your suitcase. You’d have to get a protective sleeve for it when you got back to Miami — and update whatever needed to be updated to reflect that you were married.
There was a knock at the door and you rose from the bed to open the door.
“Room service.” Javier said with a put-on voice as he walked inside, brandishing two bottles of champagne.
“Oh, I don’t remember ordering room service.” You teased as you shut the door behind him. “I think you have the wrong room.”
“I believe your husband ordered these.” He winked at you, his lips drawn into a grin.
You bit down on your bottom lip as you leaned in to him, ruffling your fingers through his hair as you lean up to kiss him. “I do have one of those now.”
You took the bottles from his hands and walked over to the counter where the coffee pot was. “Champagne from a plastic cup or a coffee mug?”
Javier moved in behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Plastic cup.” He kissed the curve of your neck, “I thought we might utilize that fancy tub in the bathroom.”
Your brows quirked upwards and you caught his reflection in the mirror in front of you. “What are we celebrating again?”
He cupped your jaw and turned your head so he could kiss you. You turned in his arms, draping them over his shoulders.
You smiled against his lips, brushing your noses against his as you pulled back to meet his eyes, “I swear Javi, a five minute ceremony in the city hall has taken five years off of you.” You traced your finger down the side of his cheek, before curling it around the back of his neck.
Javier chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m just happy. Real fucking happy, baby.”
“Me too.” You whispered as you kissed him again, letting it linger before you pulled back. “Go get the water running and I’ll pop the corks on these.”
Javier stole another kiss before he reluctantly released you and headed into the bathroom. You grabbed the small hand towel that was sitting beside the coffee pot, covering the neck of the bottle as you twisted the bit of metal that held the cork in place. You leaned it to the side and worked the cork out.
Somehow celebrating your wedding in a hotel room in San Francisco, with two bottles of champagne and plastic cups screamed perfect to you.
Nothing about your relationship with Javier had been particularly flashy. Even the details of it had been intentionally downplayed for the news. No one needed to know.
Only your family — Monica, Nadia, and Steve and Connie — knew the truth. And you were content with keeping it that way.
You placed the cups over the open bottles of champagne and followed Javier into the bathroom.
“I’m glad we’re finally getting some use out of this thing. Right before we go home, of course.” You grinned as you sat the bottles down on the broad side of the tub. It was clearly designed to be entertained in.
Javier swept his fingers through his hair, flashing you a grin. “Better late than never.”
“The theme of our lives.” You quipped, snapping your finger and shooting finger guns at him. “You should feel very proud of yourself.”
“Yeah?”
“Steve always jokes that I domesticated you, but in reality you domesticated me too.” You tilted your head as you met his gaze, a warm smile playing over your lips. “You loved me just enough to convince me to pop the question.”
You took a step towards him, reaching for his left hand and bringing it to your lips. You kissed the spot just above the ring on his finger.
“You sure I can’t tell Chucho?” Javier questioned as he curled his fingers around yours.
“Javier!” You laughed as you rolled your eyes. “I guess you can tell him. Just him.” You warned him. “If I find out you’ve told Steve I will be forced to divorce you.”
“Baby.” Javier’s hand curled around your hip, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “It’s our secret, save for pops.”
You rested your forehead against his, playing your fingers over the back of his neck. “Let’s tell him when we go there for Thanksgiving.”
He nodded, “I don’t know if he’ll believe us.”
You laughed, “I barely believe it.” You tilted your head, brushing your lips over his as your hand moved downwards to work at his belt. “The water’s going to get cold.
“We wouldn’t want that,” Javier said lowly, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and applying just enough pressure as he drew back to make your body throb with want.
He reached around behind you, drawing the zipper of your dress down your back, letting the red fabric fall around your feet as he stepped forward, causing you to step backwards towards the bathtub.
You pulled his belt loose from the loops, making quick work of the button and zipper — shoving his jeans down his hips.
“We’re celebrating.” You reminded him, giving his cock a brief squeeze through his boxers before you slipped out of his grip and finished undressing by yourself.
Javier fixed you with a ravenous look, his gaze raking over your bare skin like it as the first time he’d seen you. “Baby, you’re gorgeous.”
You grinned, watching him undress the rest of the way as you poured the champagne into each cup. “You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself.” You remarked, biting down on your bottom lip as your gaze flickered to his hardened cock resting against his belly.
You held out the cup and Javier took it from you. “We gonna toast?” He questioned.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “To a long life together.”
“To a long life together,” Javier echoed as he tapped the rim of his cup against yours, before you both took a sip. “We’ve got, what? Another good forty years together.”
You sputtered, “Aim high, babe. Let’s say fifty.” The thought of spending a single day without him in your life made your heart ache. You sat the cup down on the edge of the tub as you stepped in, sinking down into the warm water.
“Think I’ll make it to ninety-seven?” Javier questioned as he moved to sit across from you in the tub.
“You only smoked for what? Thirty years?” You scrunched up your nose. “Maybe you’ll make it ninety.”
He shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “I used to think about this shit, you know? Figured I’d end up on the ranch. Alone.”
“Funny,” You started somberly. “I always pictured myself alone too. Living in a small apartment in a city, married to my work. I don’t even think I saw myself having a pet.” You took another sip of champagne. “Now I have everything besides a white picket fence and… I can’t picture another life.”
Javier scratched at his jaw, “Me neither,” He mirrored you as you both took another sip of champagne. “All I see is you.”
“I always used to say that I could do all of this without you. With Josie, at least. But, I don’t think I would’ve really wanted to. You’re part of what makes this life perfect.”
“Aw, baby. You sound like you might want to marry me someday.” He teased, nudging at your leg with his foot beneath the water.
You flipped him off.
“There’s my girl.”
“Fuck off, Javier.”
“You’re stuck with me.”
You feigned disgust, “What have I done?”
“You were already stuck. You have two kids with me.”
“Touché.” You pursed your lips as you turned to grab the bottle of champagne and moved across the tub to join him.
You sat the bottle and your cup on the edge as you settled down beside him, leaning back against the edge of the tub. “I can’t wait to see the girls grow up. Josie’s going to be such a spitfire.”
“The older she gets the more obvious it is that she’s your daughter.” Javier remarked, curling his arm around you beneath the water as he took a sip of champagne.
“She’s a character alright,” You laughed. “We need to get her back into ballet.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck, “What? Not threatened by the dance moms now?”
You slapped his chest playfully, “I was never threatened, buddy.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “And we’re not going back to that dance studio.”
“She enjoyed gymnastics.” Javier mused, finishing off his cup of champagne before grabbing the bottle and refilling.
You took the bottle from him and drank straight from it, “Sofía is totally you. She’s such a cranky little baby.”
“Oh, trust me. I know.” He scrubbed his hand through his hair. “What are we doing for her birthday?”
“Something small on the Sunday before.” You took another pull from the bottle before passing it back to him. “I did set up a family photo session for the weekend after.”
Javier leaned over and kissed your temple, “Think we can pull Monica into the photo this time?”
“Oh yeah,” You grinned. “She’s got to this time.” You shifted closer to him, your leg pressed against his beneath the water. “Hey, Javi.”
“Yeah?” He turned to look at you.
“We got married today.”
Javier’s eyes lit up as he met your gaze. “We did. Baby, you made me the happiest man alive today.”
You maneuvered yourself into his lap, straddling his thighs as you leaned in to kiss him. The water lapped at your skin at the wake of your movements.
“You made me pretty damn happy today too.” You told him, your words muffled against his mouth.
Javier ran his hand up your back, his other hand curling around your hip as he shifted beneath you, his cock pressed right against the apex of your thighs.
Today truly had been one of the best days of your life. Everything about it had been perfect. From the early morning decisions, to Javier’s vows. To this moment right here.
You loved him. With every fiber of your being. Against all odds. You were both more than a little broken and yet, from those broken pieces you had created a family for yourselves.
Javier’s hands dragged up your sides as you rocked against him, sliding your cunt against his cock beneath the water.
He ran one hand up, fingers tangling in your hair as he grasped at the base of your head and pulled you in for another kiss.
You grabbed at his shoulder for leverage as you worked your other hand down between you to grasp at his cock. You held him steady, rising up on your knees before lowering yourself onto him.
Your name spilled from Javier’s lips as you rolled your hips downwards, seating him fully within you. He ran his hand over your lower stomach, sliding his hand around to grab at your hip. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“So do you.” You whispered, scraping your fingers through his hair as you leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his. “Husband.” You teased, cupping his jaw.
Javier moved beneath you, leaning forward to brush his lips over the valley between your breasts. He ran a hand up your stomach, skimming his fingers over your ribs before he grasped at your breast.
He trailed his mouth down the curve of your breast, catching your nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue around the hardened peak.
A moan rose up the back of your throat and you clenched around him in response as you ground your hips against him.
He cupped your other breast, teasing the other nipple in tandem with his mouth. He left a row of open-mouthed kisses over your skin, before biting softly at the tender flesh.
You inhaled sharply and tugged are the soft strands of his hair, drawing his head back as you looked down at him. “Making up for lost time?”
Javier smirked, “You know how much I love your tits, baby.” He drawled out, cupping them both as he palmed them roughly.
“Forever a tits man.” You laughed, reaching behind him to grab at the edge of the tub, angling yourself so the bounced right in his face as you moved atop him.
He groaned, a low sound that rumbled in his chest as he thrust upwards. He grabbed at your ass, certain to leave bruises there as he left kisses on the soft skin of your breasts.
You were close. You could feel the tight bind of desire pulling within your belly, threatening to snap. “Fuck. Fuck.” You hissed out as you rotated your hips, trying to get just the right angle.
Javier dragged his mouth along your collarbone, his tongue sweeping out to taste your skin as he grasped your breast, stroking his thumb over your nipple.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” He questioned, his lips coming to rest close to your ear. “I wanna feel you. Wanna feel you come for me.”
The band snapped within you.
Javier’s released your hip, hand delving beneath the water to the point where his cock was buried within you. He stroked his thumb over your clit, pushing you straight over the edge.
You cried out, louder than you should’ve, as your body pulsed around him, your release burning hot through your veins.
Your name was heavy on his tongue as your nails dug into his shoulders, his own release coming quick on the heels of yours. He bucked upwards, holding you tight as he came, his cock pulsing as his seed spilled from him.
“Javi. Javi.” You whispered as you sought out his lips, kissing him almost desperately. You ran your fingers through his hair, sinking forward against him as little trembles of your release continued.
Javier curled an arm around you, keeping you pressed to him as you both basked in the moment.
“Holy… shit.” He laughed, pressing his lips to the side of your head.
“Keeps getting better.” You mumbled, tracing your finger down the curve of his shoulder. “I love you.”
He gave your hip three squeezes as he trailed his lips down your cheek. “Forever and always.” Javier promised, “Wife.”
You snorted, “Get that out of your system before we get home.”
“I’m never gonna get you out of my system, baby.”
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Paleyfest 2006: Supernatural Panel
So I’ve watched about half the panel so far and am taking a break because my airpods have ran out of charge as I keep pausing to make notes. It was a natural break anyway as the first part of the panel was a hosted session and the next part is a questions from the audience.
So many memories and a couple of things I’d forgotten but been smiling for the last couple of hours as I watch, pause and pull the notes together. Definitely worth a revisit to remember falling in love with this show and these guys.
Here’s my notes so far which I’ll tidy up and reissue all in a single post when I’ve finished watching tomorrow (timings are based on the video link)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6YHq20XmNE
Placing under a cut as longish post:
Supernatural was named in the Top 5 of new series by Entertainment Weekly
Aww. Kim Manners ☹ Miss his influence so much on the later seasons
2:20: Jensen followed by Jared are announced to the panel. Jared arrives and doesn’t quite know where he’s supposed to go. Oh Jared.
Robert Singer looks so young! Wworking with J2 for so long has definitely aged him. 😊
3:35: Erik says as far as he’s aware, this panel is the first gathering of Supernatural fans
3:40: Erik tells the story of them filming in Stanley Park the night before the panel and they get a call about a man near their filming with a handgun, set gets shut down, J2 held away, police etc. called in and 2 hours later they find out it’s one of their own guys from Special Effects team.
They showed Scarecrow episode at the panel – great choice!
7:15: Jensen is reintroduced to the panel. The host can barely get through Jensen’s previous roles because of the fans. Jensen says something at 8.10 “Over to you, Jared.” I think, not 100% sure, but he definitely shouts something to Jared (who has still to be introduced).
8:11: Jared is reintroduced to the panel. The host is still having the same trouble getting through Jared’s roles as he did with Jensens. A guy shouts, “I love you.” Same random audience member, same
8:55: J2 slap hands as Jared sits down beside Jensen at the panel.
13:40: Erik’s been talking about the concept of the show and the care the brothers have for each other. Cut to Jared who is currently pouring Jensen some water. Aww
15:00: They auditioned “everyone in town” so J2 did really, really well getting these roles. They flew Jensen down from Vancouver and Jared’s complaining he had to drive. They thought they had found their Sam in Jensen.
15:45: Jensen and Jared trying to dodge the question by passing it to each other, Jared: What’s the exact question?
Immediately following this Jared’s talking about getting the role from his perspective and his little baby!Jared Texan accent is just…
17:05: Jared, talking about his mom being an English teacher who teaches mythology and legends: “…the taught teachings of Joseph Campbell” Jensen: “Didn’t rub off that she was an English teacher” Oh boys! Stop bullying Jared, he worked till 4.30am before flying down to the panel!
17:45: Jared’s still talking, Jensen starts snoring. I can’t… Jared shakes him to wake him up.
18:20: Jared and Kripke are trying to clarify something (who was in the room when Jared auditioned) but Singer is in the way and they keep going front and back trying to make eye contact
19:24: we get to what Jensen’s experience of the audition process was. Jensen: Pretty much the same. Jared (immediately): zzzzzzz (resting his head on Jensen’s shoulder). Jensen goes on to talk about liaising with Nutter who wanted to bring him in and reading the script (for Sam). Jensen reading the script: “What about Dean? I like Dean. He’s funny” He studied for Sam (and Dean a little bit just in case) and went into the audition, said he felt good about it and got a call later from Erik: “There’s this guy, Jared Pada, Pada Something… that they’re really liking for one of the brothers” So Jensen looks him up on line and he’s like…
Jared: He thought I was hot.
Jensen: This guy’s smoking hot, I can’t play his brother!
Jared throws his head back and does that clapping thing he does.
21:10: host is asking by the time they performed together, they actually had the parts? Jensen: No, we didn’t have it officially. Jared (a bit surprised): Didn’t we? (looks at Erik). Erik says they were the only actors they brought into the Network audition (as you have to have the formality of the network signing off).
Jared says auditioning for the network is usually a terrifying process in front of around 5 people with a few others auditioning but when they turned up, it was only the two of them. Jensen: Just you and me pal. And it was the first time they’d met.
22:00: Jensen: “...And we’ve hated each other ever since.” He reaches for his water, Jared: “I poisoned your water so…” Jensen looks at water and drinks anyway
22:15: Kim Manners gets asked how he became involved. Kim: “I read for Sam…” Miss this man so much!
23:00: Erik says he doesn’t know what they would do without Kim up there [Vancouver] Kim: I know what you’d do, you’d get another guy! Panel: There is no other guy. Not true... Jared: “There is no other guy… named Kim.” Kim looks like he’s scheduling Jared in for a 4am pick up on his next episode.
23:40: Jared and Jensen talk about Kim and when he directed for the first time – Dead In the Water – they’d asked who he was and all David Nutter told them was they would love Kim, which they did and they contacted everyone from Day 1 saying he was incredible. Jared’s memory during this is pretty amazing in terms of episodes and directors etc. All the love for Kim and completely deserved!
24:20: Jared gets so expressive he sends his mic flying. Is this the very first Jared v microphones?! I think it might just be. Jared: 0, Microphones: 1
Jensen offers his own mic then Jared asks Singer for his also then finishes speaking by just holding his own mic, saying they begged and pleaded them to give Kim a job. Jared: because he was hungry… and he kept trying to bite my arm… and I was really worried.”
24:45: They were asked what is so incredible about Kim. Jensen: “Jared and I…” Wait, I need a moment here. Jared and I… sobs. He says they just responded well to him and his style of directing.
25:15: Bugs is mentioned by Jensen, Kim puts imaginary gun to his mouth. He really hated that episode and pleaded with Kripke not to do it. Jensen goes on to tell the bees story, 65,000 bees in a room, crew with full gear on. “Okay Jensen and Jared, hop on in…” Jared: “And don’t swat them because it makes them angry!” Jensen credits Kim saying that if J2 didn’t have bee suits on then he wasn’t going to either.
I should point out that J2 are mirroring throughout this segment in terms of their body language.
26:45: John (Shiban I think) is talking about how he got involved and what drew him in, and he said 2 things: the premise, he can see 5 years of suffering for these guys. Jensen throws his head back dramatically. The second thing is casting and chemistry and chemistry is something you can’t manufacture and these guys have it… 27:20 Jared and Jensen look at each other hearing this and Jared leans in for a kiss. Jensen shakes his head and points to the audience. Jared: worth a try. Oh boys. Jared will go on to try (and fail) to get a public kiss several times and will eventually give up and admit he doesn’t kiss Jensen... in public.
27:35: Bob [Singer] is asked what about you? Bob: Can I just watch them? (indicating Jensen and Jared). Same Bob tbh
27:55: Bob has to stop talking because J2 are doing something and we can’t see what they are doing but everyone is laughing. Bob throws his hands up and says “This is what it’s like to direct them!” I think from memory, Jared might be pouring water for Jensen and he keeps pouring and overspills and Jensen stops him. I might need to check my DVD as I think it’s got a different angle than this youtube video that I’m using or possibly this point comes later in the video.
Bob’s is a very interesting segment where he talks about how he and Kripke complement one another and I think this helps understand why Drabbernatural has gone off the rails as Singer (character focused) needs someone like Kripke (plot focused) to balance him out (and vice versa tbh) whereas Drabb is too much like Singer and can’t keep a handle on the plot. Anyway, interesting to watch from perspective of 14 years later and the mess that Drabbernatural is in terms of plot. This segment ends at 31:00 where Bob and Erik hug – after complimenting each other.
33:09: Kripke and John are talking about mythology v MOTW and at this point Erik is saying they have a mythology plan for season 2 and season 3 (if they are picked up). Jared looks confused at Jensen and they both turn to John. Jensen: When do we get to see this?
34:35: Erik Kripke (when asked if he knows where the story ends): He does, but you don’t know if you’re going to get cancelled or go 37 years like Gunsmoke. Kim: The boys are in Walkers. Jensen (I think, old man voice): Sam!
Oh, how they would be shocked to learn they went for 15 seasons in total
It was a good watch, highly recommend, particularly if you’ve been flagging with Drabbernatural and all the negativity over the summer.
I’ll be back tomorrow with the rest of it.
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But You’re Both Babies - Jessie Fleming/Reader
I definitely turned this into a baby R imagine as well. And I’m writing with different team moms this time. For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that they let 21 people on the CONCACAF roster.
prompt: Can you please write about overprotective Jessie? P.S. I looooveee your writing!!
warnings: Cursing
words: 1851
Y/N POV
I sighed as we stood in the tunnel waiting to go out on the field. I was getting to start in the final today. I smiled when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist. I wrapped my own arms around Ali’s shoulders.
“You know I’m gonna be proud of you no matter what today, right?” Ali asked. I nodded against her shoulder.
We were playing against Canada today. It also meant that we were playing against my girlfriend. I love Jessie, but we hadn’t exactly told any of our national teammates yet. We both had initially met at the 2015 World Cup before we both ended up going to UCLA. I was still the youngest player on the team and I knew that most of Jessie’s teammates still saw her as the baby of the team even though she wasn’t anymore.
I was just hoping that today would not bring any injuries to any of us. It was so close to the Olympics and I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt today because I knew how rough USA vs Canada games got. I had been the unlucky person two years ago when I suffered a broken arm thanks to a late tackle that caused me to land awkwardly.
Ali let go of me and turned back around. I smiled at the familiar number on her back. I had gotten used to seeing her number in front of me if Ali got to start since I wore 12. It wasn’t much longer until we got to go out onto the field. It felt like an even shorter time before the game started.
By half time, I knew that this game could end with an injury. There had already been dangerous tackles from both sides. We had been prevailing with a 2-0 score already. It had sucked when Alyssa collided with Janine Beckie and had to leave the field, so Ash was sent in.
Half time ended quickly though and we got set back up on the field. I had this bad feeling that I couldn’t shake. It didn’t take me long to figure out why.
It was in the 47th minute of the game when I passed the ball to Julie once I noticed Keisha Buchanan running toward me. I expected her to stop, but she didn’t and slid, however. Right into my ankle. I cried out in pain as I hit the ground.
I held onto my ankle as I drew my knee to my chest. It felt even worse than when I had broken my hand. I couldn’t hold the tears back from my eyes. I was surprised though when I heard a familiar voice.
“Are you serious, Buchanan?” Jessie's voice snapped. I lifted my head enough to see Jessie in Buchanan’s face. It surprised me to see Jessie shove her own teammate. “That was an asshole move and you know it.”
“Jess,” I called out. The Canadian turned to look at me before leaving Buchanan alone. She knelt down by me.
“Are you okay?” Jessie asked me.
“It hurts,” I shook my head. I felt Jessie put her hand on my arm.
I was surprised when someone shoved Jessie away from me. I wasn’t actually too surprised to see that it was Ash. Ash even continued after Buchanan, but I wasn’t sure why she was going after Jessie. Ali knelt by me.
“You good?” Ali asked. I shook my head. “What hurts?” I couldn’t focus on that when Ash was going after Jessie like she was. “Don’t worry about that. Ash will take care of them.”
“But Jess-”
“Ash will take care of it, (Y/N),” Ali said. I looked at Jessie and she wasn’t even paying that much attention to Ash. I was surprised when Jessie quickly darted around Ash. “What are you doing?”
Jessie ignored Ali as she knelt down by me again. Ash was quick to try and push Jessie away again, but Jessie pushed back against her. Jessie stood up so she was staring Ash in the eyes.
“Back off,” Jessie hissed. I groaned causing all of them to look at me. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”
“Why? Cause you played together at school?” Ash asked. I couldn’t believe that they were doing this right now or that the medics were taking so long.
“No, cause we’re dating,” Jessie snapped. Both Ash and Ali froze before Jessie knelt down by me again. “Let’s get you on your back.”
Jessie helped me roll onto my back before the medics finally got to me. Jessie stayed with me as long as she could before Sinc dragged her away. The medics struggled to get my shoe off and I knew that my ankle was more than likely broken. I was taken to the back to get an x-ray before they confirmed that my ankle was broken.
It also didn’t take long for them to put a splint on my ankle. I was left alone for quite some time as the rest of the game played out. I knew that it would then be even longer afterward until someone came back to see me since this was a tournament.
I had a feeling that the first person I would see would be in a red jersey, but I hadn’t expected it to be more than one. Desiree Scott was the first Canada over to me before a lot of the veterans circled me. I froze as they all started talking at once. I easily caught the general drift of their conversations being about Jessie and that I could never hurt her.
“Hey,” Sinc yelled out. It wasn’t until she whistled that the others got quiet. Since turned to look at me. “If you hurt Jeff, we hurt you. And we can. Got it?”
I gulped but nodded my head. Although I looked up to Sinc and Tobin had assured me that she was actually really nice, she still scared me some. No doubt thanks to stories from Sonnett.
“Good,” Sinc said. She turned to her teammates. “Come on. None of you want Jeffery to find us here.”
The Canadians were quick to get out of the training room. I didn’t want too long before a different red shirt came in. This one had a jacket on.
“The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are coming,” I teased. Jessie gave me a shove when she got close enough to me.
“Wrong country,” Jessie pointed out. I knew that it had been, but I wanted to tease her anyways. “You know, your teammates can be scary.”
“You have no room to talk,” I scoffed. Jessie just looked confused. “All of the vets on your team are scary. Sinc is the worst. She is the scariest.”
“Christine Sinclair?” Jessie asked causing me to nod. “She’s like one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.”
“No,” I shook my head in denial. There was no way. “Maybe she’ll be nice to me once we get married, but no. She is not nice to me right now. She is overprotective and she is going to kill me if I ever hurt you.”
“She won’t kill you,” Jessie rolled her eyes. I wasn’t too sure about that. “Ashlyn and Ali both threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you. Kelley said that Alex and herself would as well. Then Christen told me that she would kill me too. But Alyssa is the one who really scared me.”
“Sounds about right,” I nodded my head. I knew how my teammates were. “Alyssa and Christen would probably be the ones to kill you. Everyone else would just show up for the Jessie Fleming death party that Ash would host.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” Jessie groaned. I smiled at her. I had missed seeing her since we hadn’t gotten to see each other once I had flown out to Houston. “What are you thinking about?”
“How much I’ve missed you,” I softly said. Jessie smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but it wasn’t long before she pulled back. “I’m not used to sleeping in a room with someone other than you.”
“I know how you feel,” Jessie said. I had gotten used to sharing a room with Jessie, so it had been weird to room with someone during the camps I had recently gone to and even at the tournament, it felt weird. “We’re screwed if we end up playing for different clubs. What did they say about your leg?”
“It’s my ankle,” I told her. I had been lucky that I had avoided any ankle injuries so far. “They think that I might need surgery on it. If I do, then the Olympics are very unlikely for me.”
“Hey, you can’t think about it that way,” Jessie softly shoved my shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine. If you’re not then I’m gonna kill Keisha myself. Besides, I’ll be there to help you get back. You’re one of the best up and coming forwards in the game. You’ve already won two World Cups and you’re only 21. You may only have a little time to come back, but you can do it because you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Thank you,” I smiled at her before I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled Jessie closer to me so I could kiss her.
I smiled into our kiss because it felt right. However, we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Jessie pulled back and we both looked to the door. I hid my face in Jessie’s neck when I saw my own teammates.
“I’ll call you later tonight,” Jessie whispered as she kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I nodded against her neck before watching her leave past my teammates. At least until I found great interest in my splint. I could feel my teammates getting closer to me. Someone put a hand on my shoulder causing me to look at them.
“What’d they say about your ankle?” Ali asked. I appreciated the fact that she hadn’t asked me about Jessie right off.
“It’s definitely broke,” I sighed. I had been told to go see an orthopedic doctor as soon as I could. “They’re not sure if I need surgery or not just yet. I’ve got to go see a doctor.”
“So, Baby America is dating Baby Canada,” Ash teased. Ali slapped her wife.
“Jessie isn’t the youngest on the Canadian team anymore,” I pointed out.
“But you’re both babies,” Ash teased.
“Ash,” Ali hissed. I knew that Ali would be a lot more calm about it than Ash would. “Just know that if she ever hurts you, we’ll hurt her.”
“So, how did you two get together?” Ash asked. I sighed because I didn’t really want to tell Ash. “Wait, aren’t you two roommates at school?”
My eyes widened when I realized that I had told them that I was rooming with Jessie. I couldn’t help the blush that covered my cheeks as Ash teased me.
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In our own image... (16)
Chapter 16
(Poe Dameron x OFC)
Other chapters...
My Masterlist
Word count: 2000. Read it on AO3.
Rating: M (PG). vague sexual content.
Everything was different and yet nothing was.
Rey was up in her hammock as usual, floating three ball-bearings in the air above her head. Kina had taken away the larger hunks of metal the woman had been using after she got distracted and dented the droid under her with them when her concentration failed.
Kina had her own project, identifying the pieces of droid parts that Chewbacca had pulled from the Falcon. At some point they had been through Havan’s workshop - she knew that much. Not all droids could be identified by their maker but he was the only one who did soldering in that particular way. His own signature as it were.
And K-0 was…. somewhere. She wasn’t exactly sure. They’d vanished some time ago actually.
''Will you say goodbye?"
Kina dropped the piece she was holding, cursing to herself. She turned back to find Rey on the ground, standing not too far away.
"Before you go, will you say goodbye?" The woman asked again.
Kina whistled and then realized there was no one there to translate. She should really finish that arm-cuff translation module someday. She made a mental note to talk to C3PO about it. But right now she reached for the data pad, tapping out a message and holding it out to Rey.
-What makes you think I’m leaving?-
Rey sighed, handing it back. "Just a feeling."
Kina could see the sadness in the other woman’s eyes and knew it was reflected in her own. She held her arms out, pulling Rey into a hug. The woman returned it, holding her tightly and pressing her face to Kina’s shoulder.
-If or when I decide to go I promise I will say goodbye.-
Rey nodded, blinking a few times before she dropped the ball bearings into Kina’s hand. "I’ll see you for dinner?"
Kina nodded and watched the woman leave, her brows furrowed. Had her unhappiness really been that obvious? She’d come to Ajan Kloss because… well because it seemed like the logical next step. She needed to do something to fight against the people who had destroyed her home planet. And the way people talked about the Resistance, about their ideals… it had seemed like she might be able to do some good.
At first it seemed wonderful. She had met so many amazing people. Finn and Chewie and Rose and Karé and Rey. Her friend Rey. The best one she had had in a while. And of course there was Poe. Her Poe, even if it was looking more and more likely that he was only hers for a moment.
But she had also found more of the same. More people willing to ignore what was right in front of their faces because it was inconvenient. She wasn’t trying to start a revolution - just trying to get people to see. See that there was something going on with droids that was new and different. That something had been achieved far beyond basic programming.
No one wanted to look.
She delved into the issue the same way she would a droid’s circuitry. Prying it carefully apart and setting the components aside into carefully curated piles. People worried about their droids. They cared for them. They talked to them and asked their opinions. Somewhere they knew that there was consciousness there. And yet even people who abhorred slavery allowed their droids to call them 'Master'. People who took time to physically pet their droids had no compunction sending them into situations where they would be destroyed.
It didn’t make sense to her. And she just couldn’t see how anyone could reconcile two diametrically opposed ideals like that. But no one would listen to her when she asked. It was always taken as a given. If she pushed the issue people invariably became petulant or aggressive - claiming that she wanted to be some kind of liberator.
She did. But she was aware enough to know that day was a long time coming. In the meantime she’d settle for people just thinking about the issue rather than ignoring it. Instead of pushing it to another day.
Sighing she left the problem disassembled, placing it into a box in her mind she could come back to later. She heard footsteps approaching and turned on her stool, assuming it was someone who needed a repair and pasting a smile on her face. She saw BB-8 first, her smile turning to fondness. Poe was right behind.
"What brings you here today?" She asked, BB-8 translating without being asked.
"K-0 came and found me," Poe replied, stepping to the side to show the little droid cocking their receptor array at her. "I’m a little unclear what for though. Something about you getting eaten? He seemed upset." Poe paused. "Also cursing up a blue streak, what’s with that?"
"Yeah," Kina sighed, "they do that. K-0? What is it?"
"Kina sad. Kina like eat." K-0 said, darting between the two of them.
"Are you sad?" Poe asked, eyebrow raised in question.
Kina sighed, "Yes. No. Maybe a little."
"Okay, so we’re one for two," Poe said, ticking off one finger. When she laughed he grinned. "And do you like to eat?"
"I guess?" She replied, looking down at K-0.
"Kina like eat. Poe eat Kina," the droid said solemnly.
Kine blushed, biting her lip and looking away from Poe as they both realized what the droid meant. "Oh," Poe cleared his throat. "Oh. I get it."
"Yeah," Kina cleared her throat. "Yeah."
Silence stretched between them before Poe asked, as calmly as she’d ever heard him, "Do you want me to eat you?"
Kina spluttered, turning to look at him and seeing the laughter in his eyes. She frowned, drawing her eyebrows together in her gravest and most serious expression. "I mean, eat is such a strong-"
She didn’t finish. He scooped her into his arms and his mouth was on hers and Chasī how she had missed this. Missed his laughter and his touch. Missed when things were just easy with each other.
"Bad man eat Kina," K-0 said again.
Poe gave them a disgruntled look. "I thought I was Poe now?"
If K-0 could shrug she would have described the movement the droid made as one. "Do better. Be Poe."
"Is your droid critiquing my kissing skills?" Poe asked her incredulously.
"In fairness I think they’re being more overall," she gestured with one hand, "critical, not just your kissing."
Poe thought about that for a moment. "I don’t think that’s better."
Kina smiled, kissing the tip of his nose before turning back to her workbench. "Thank you for coming by, I need to get this stuff ready for Chewie."
"Can I help?" Poe’s shoulder was almost touching hers.
"I don’t think-" she started to say and felt him pull away. Saw the shadow that fell over his face. "Don’t look at me like that," she sighed.
"Like what?"
"Like … that."
Poe rolled his eyes. "I don’t know what look you’re talking about."
"Yes you do."
"No. I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?" he snapped.
"You don’t need to talk to me like that," she snapped back - her whistle cracking in the air.
They stared at each other, jaws clenched before Kina felt her shoulder slump. "Chasī when did we start fighting over stupid things?"
Poe sighed, "I don’t know."
"We’re not very good at pretending are we?" She asked, turning to perch on the edge of the workbench.
Poe’s eyebrows drew together, "What do you mean?"
"Back when," she gestured, "you know. You said we should move past it all and go straight to making up. But I don’t think it’s working."
He leaned back against the table next to her. "Yeah. You’re right. It’s not."
Kina stared at the floor, trying to sort through her thoughts. Finally she said, "I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t take me seriously."
She saw his mouth open from the corner of her eye, then heard it snap closed. After a minute he said, "It’s not that I don’t take you seriously, it’s just that… I have to focus on this. This Resistance is everything to me."
Nodding, Kina moved her hand to rest over his on the table. They sat there in silence.
"Is this-?" he started to say but Kina cut him off.
"Why don’t we get away? Right now. Just for the afternoon."
Poe turned to her, one eyebrow raised. "Where? I don’t think we’d both fit in my X-Wing…"
Chasī she loved his smile, the boyish look he had about him when he was making a joke. "Let’s go back to the pool. It was… that was such a good day."
"It was," he said, staring at their hands. "Yeah, I think… I think I could do that."
"Just me and you," she stated firmly.
He grinned, "I wasn’t planning on inviting anyone else."
Smiling she shook her head. "I mean, really just me and you."
Poe looked at her for a moment before his gaze dropped to the droids. "You mean leave the kids behind?" She nodded and he frowned. "How will we be able to talk?"
"Is there something we need to talk about?" She asked. It was mostly rhetorical. They both knew they had a thousand things they needed to talk about. As much as they both knew no amount of talk was going to change anything either.
"Okay," he finally said. "Give me ten minutes?"
She nodded. When he left she squatted down to talk to K-0 who became quite creative with their language when they realized that 'alone' really did mean alone. By the time Poe returned the droid had hidden themself away and Kina was waiting for him.
"Ready?" He asked, bag slung over his shoulder as he held out his hand.
She took it, giving BB-8 a fond smile as the droid watched them leave.
The path to the pool was familiar, although not really a path at all. They walked silently, hand in hand. Poe occasionally stopping to help her cross some of the more difficult terrain. She didn’t need it, but recognized the inherent sweetness of the gesture regardless. A few times she caught him looking at her, a question in his eyes but he never asked it.
By mutual understanding neither of them talked. They touched each other when they needed to gain the other’s attention. Pointing or making hand gestures when absolutely necessary. But mostly they were just… quiet.
Alone together for the first time.
The pool gleamed like a gem in the hillside, the small waterfall that fed it the only sound she could hear. This time, they undressed each other, fingers working on the other’s clothes - clumsily undoing buttons and zippers until they were both bare to the rays of the mid-afternoon sun. He held her, dipping his head down to kiss her. Her hands clenched into his hair, pressing her body to his for a moment before she led him into the water.
They drifted together for some time. Floating and touching and kissing. Neither of them said a word. The only sounds the movement of water and their occasional laughter. There were no words when he urged her from the water either. Rising over her like a sun bronzed god, cold where the water dripped off of him yet oh so warm where his skin touched hers.
When he moved inside of her she shut her eyes. Couldn’t watch while he took her apart piece by piece. He pressed his face to her neck and they moved with each other until there was no end or beginning from her body to his. Just skin and passion and a deep ever-present ache that even their release couldn’t quite untangle.
They didn’t move afterwards, clutching each other as though touch was the only thing keeping them grounded. He gently kissed the corner of her eye and she felt him hesitate, knew he could taste the tears there. But he didn’t say anything. Just pulled her closer to him and pressed his forehead to hers.
They didn’t need words to know this was goodbye.
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Chpt 17
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Sunkissed (soft! yandere jungkook)
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Hi!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to do this also it’s kind of bad I'm ngl I just couldn’t focus while writing it but I also didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer 🥺 i might try and rewrite this at some point bc its such a cute song and this is such a shitty fic lmao sorry 🥴
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It took Jeongguk a while to wake up, reluctant to be pulled from his dream of you and him dancing across a beach, enjoying the sunlight and chasing after the warmth of each other’s arms. He could feel the light of morning through the blinds, and something shifted slightly on top of him, making a soft humming noise. That was the thing that finally drew him out of sleep — imagining the pleasant sight of your sun-kissed face resting against his chest, smiling contently in your sleep.
He cracked one eye open to see you there, as always, resting safely in his arms. Jeongguk was so glad he had taken you away to be sequestered in this quiet place, where he finally had the chance to give you all of his time. At first, you had resisted, he recounted fondly, but it was foolish. He was patient with you, and slowly but surely, his love broke down every single barrier until all you could do was give in to him.
You wriggled in your sleep, nuzzling your nose further into his collarbone and he suppressed a coo, stroking your hair back softly enough not to disturb you, though part of him wanted to wake you up so he could receive his daily morning kisses. But you getting adequate rest came above everything else. All he wanted was for you to be healthy and happy, he wanted to be your rock, your light in the darkness. He was so glad you found him just in time to give him his real purpose in life.. When you had found him — bumping into him on the street, of all places — you had been in a dark place, having just moved to a new city after your parents died. You were all alone. You needed someone. Jeongguk needed someone to take care of, and you had arrived in his lap like the perfect gift he never realised he needed.
At first, you hadn’t known that you needed him too, such a silly baby, Jeongguk remembered amusedly. But you didn’t need to worry about what you needed anymore, you could leave it all to him. Jeongguk didn’t want you to worry about a thing, and he knew you felt the same way about him since you stopped struggling to resist him and instead you let him in.
Jeongguk decided it was time for you to wake up, so he ran his hands up your sides gently, causing you to stir, brow furrowing as you tried to remain asleep. He chuckled softly, then leant in to place a quick peck on your hairline. When he pulled back, you followed him, eyes opening slightly as you emitted a needy sound. You always were so weak for kisses. When you realised he wasn’t leaning in to kiss you again, you tilted your head up fully with a pout. Jeongguk was struck for a second.
“You’re so… lovely.” He muttered, and you tilted your head, eyes widening slightly in your sleepy state. He laughed, then repeated, “You’re so lovely, baby. No one can blame me for falling for you, I couldn’t help it.” You giggled, then ducked your head into his jawline, blushing.
“I love you.” You whispered against his golden skin, and Jeongguk felt his heart skip a beat. He knew he’d never get used to you saying that.
“I know, and I love you even more. It’s so…” Jeongguk searched for the right word, before smirking, “It’s so lovely loving you.”
You rested your weight on your forearms and pushed up so your beautiful face was hovering above Jeongguk’s. Your cheeks had taken on a pretty- no, lovely shade of pink and your eyes were filled with fondness.
“You’re so cheesy.” You acted like you were unbothered by all of his declarations, but Jeongguk knew you better than that. He twisted over so that he was on top, pinning you to the mattress as he tickled you mercilessly, eradicating the final vestiges of drowsiness as you shrieked and cried beneath him, twisting to get away from him. You could barely breathe, you were laughing so hard. Jeongguk loved seeing you like this — happy, breathless, and completely at his mercy.
Eventually, he let you go and you curled into his side, still panting cutely. The two of you ended up lying on the bed again, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. He reached up to tap your nose lightly, and you laughed, bumping your nose against his in retort. That, of course, led to an extended kissing session, lazy and relaxed as you pressed your lips against each other’s skin as if you had all the time in the world — which you did.
Spending the day in bed with you was a luxury Jeongguk felt so grateful for, especially after all the hard work he did in order to earn you. No one else could have done all this for her, he thought smugly, gazing upon your relaxed, radiant face, No one else could make her love them like she loves me. And if they tried, I’d kill them.
Eventually, you got up to make breakfast, though it was probably closer to midday judging by the sun’s highpoint in the sky. Jeongguk barely let you go to the kitchen, preferring to drag you back again and again for more kisses which you were helpless against. As soon as the pancakes were finished, you padded back to the bedroom to flop back onto the soft blankets, returning to Jeongguk’s side.
“I missed you.” He pouted against your neck, where he then started sucking a bruise onto you. You sighed slightly, tilting your head to give him better access and he held you tighter, rewarding you with an approving rumble.
“I’m sorry, Jeonggukie. I wanted to make us breakfast. I missed you too.” You replied in between soft murmurs of encouragement as he drew you into his lap.
“Thank you, baby.” He praised you, “You’re so good now. So lovely. So perfect and soft and wonderful for me, I love you so much.”
You started whining in his arms as he complimented you over and over, and he chuckled softly.
“So sensitive to praise, aren’t you?” You whimpered in response, and he smirked. “I guess I will have to compliment you more often then to help you get used to it, no?”
“No,” you panted softly, and he threw his head back in a proper laugh.
“So sensitive, baby.” Jeongguk chided you jokingly, before conceding. “Do you want us to eat pancakes now?” You nodded wordlessly and he leant over, taking hold of the plate and starting to cut the pancake into smaller pieces to feed you with.
Every day was spent with that familiar contentment, rising late in the sunny hours and kissing slow and sweet. Trading glances and glancing touches and sudden rushes of fondness. Every evening was pink-tinted sunsets and August breezes against bare legs, falling into each others arms and falling into bed and falling in love more and more as you woke up from sun-kissed dreams.
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#7 Red’s my favourite colour
Previously, on this story: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6
Every day I wanted the ground to swallow me up. Every day I’ve been sitting alone in my apartment, unable to call anybody as my phone had been blocked, hoping something (or someone) would finally come to my rescue. I couldn’t believe my first days as a double-0 didn’t go as I had always planned, and I've been put under arrest only weeks after being promoted to the double-0 section. What is more, they suspected I had something to do with the attempted murder of the Head of MI6. So much for my promising career in espionage.
There were times I almost thought that *maybe* my deep feelings for Mallory (confirmed by Eve who has heard this whole embarrassing story from myself) had the power to save me from the arrest and a possible trial. But deep down I knew this wasn’t a possible scenario. Never ever I am going to reveal my feelings... The truth could ruin my life. It could ruin his life as well...
I tried to distract myself, so I refused to do anything that would remind me of my pathetic situation. The result was far from expected... I was playing video-games or reading books, I was willing to do *anything* that could help me forget about Mallory. It wasn’t easy, as spring was coming to town. Spring... In my world it was always associated with love... or at least some casual flirting.
It was early in the morning, but I was already sitting on my couch and switching channels on my tv. I was so hopeless and bored, that even my favourite coffee I kept sipping from my mug couldn't change my mood. My hair was a mess and I was wearing nothing but the black satin bathrobe on this another ordinary day since the beginning of my house arrest.
Out of the blue, I heard a door bell that scared me so much I spilled some coffee on the floor. I quickly turned off the tv and went to open the door.
"Morning. May I come in?"
I was still a bit shaken by the unexpected visit and my voice sounded unstable.
"Y-you came back?"
The man didn’t answer me, so I just stepped aside, allowing him to come in as he had requested. My eyes focused on his face when I closed the door after him.
It was actually a rare sight to see. It was *him*. James Bond, with a large bouquet of red roses in his hands, was standing in front of me. He looked as if he had just came home after taking his overdue holiday, judging by way he was dressed - a jacket in a light shade of brown and an ivory shirt. The three top buttons of his shirt were playfully undone. The look was completed by his shiny blond hair and a tanned face - a sign he has really been on the Maldives. I’ve never seen him in such a good shape, but despite looking like a million dollars, he appeared to be less self-confident than usual.
"Katherine... I'm here to apologize" he said, while handing me the roses. "I shouldn't have reacted like I did. I acted like an idiot. I'm really sorry... and I hope you can forgive me."
I was so surprised and furious at the same time to see him, that I totally forgot about my appearance - and the fact that I was completely naked under my bathrobe. I was standing in front of him, my arms folded, and eyes full of rage.
"Thanks," I replied, using my angry tone, as I looked at the bouquet, but refused to accept it. "But if you were really sorry, you would answer one of my calls."
"About that," added Bond and touched his left cuff. "You're right, I should have answered and talk to you... But I just preferred to do it in person."
As he didn't see any reaction to his words, he came closer to me and took my right hand in his.
"Please, Kath, let's forget about it and start anew. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said in his deep, smooth voice, and leaned down to kiss me gallantly on the hand.
I tried to make my face look like I was still pretty furious, but deep inside I was aware that I wouldn't be able to pretend for long. Damn, he's irresistible sometimes, I thought.
"Apology accepted," I said calmly, as I took the bouquet. "It seems I can't be mad at you."
I smelled the roses. It’s been a while since I was given flowers.
"It’s good to finally see you, James...”
I looked up at him and realized one of my sleeves had slid off, showing my bare shoulder that instantly drew Bond’s attention. The outfit might not have been the most appropriate for the occasion.
"Oh, please forgive me,” I trembled. “I hope it doesn't offend you..."
"Not at all," Bond declared. "Feel free to undress if you think it would be less provocative,” he added and smirked.
“Very funny.”
My eyes pointed to the coffeemaker.
"Oh yes, please," said Bond. "Coffee. Very black."
...
We spent the whole morning sitting on my couch, talking about everything, and drinking coffee. I quickly lost the track of time.
"There is one thing I don't get, James. How is it possible that the guards have let you in? You know, I'm not allowed to leave the place, so I thought I wouldn't be allowed to meet anyone either."
"Not exactly," said Bond. "Don't forget you talk to the 007 himself. He knows how to deal with such matters," the last sentence was accompanied by a smirk. He turned to me, waiting to see me laugh.
I did laugh.
“Right... Then I’m glad this 007 wished to see me.”
He raised his hand as if he intended to move the hair away from my face, but hesitated, and he continued to talk instead.
“He wished to see both you and Mallory. After I got informed about what had happened, I came back as quickly as possible.”
“What about the mission?” I asked, unable to get what he meant.
“It was finished. I just wanted to stay there for a few more days. That’s all,” answered Bond and hesitated again. “I’ve... I’ve already spoken with Mallory on the phone. He wants to see me tomorrow.”
“So it means... he’s back in the office?” I asked, raising my voice.
“Yes,” Bond replied and smiled. “You’ll be able to meet him as well, because the investigation’s over. So, to answer your question, there aren’t any guards there anymore.”
At that moment it occurred to me that when I opened the door for Bond, I didn't pay attention to the guards.
"Great...," I hissed. "Nobody tells me anything..."
I must have looked upset, because Bond moved closer and put his arm around me.
"Look on the bright side, Kath. They didn’t inform you of the result of the investigation properly... yet. That’s correct. But...” he held onto me, “what a messenger they’ve sent you!”
I turned my head to him.
“James... hold me tight... please.”
Bond did as I asked. For a while we were silent, wrapped into each other’s arms.
“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear. “I really appreciate that you’re here.”
“It’s nothing,” said Bond, still holding me in his arms. “I guess you were worried about Mallory?”
My heart started to beat faster, and I’m sure Bond could feel it on his chest. I replied after a few seconds.
"I was worried as hell..."
"It's just a stab wound. He'll be fine,” replied Bond and released his grip. “Katherine... could you tell me... was I really wrong about your feelings towards him?”
I looked into his eyes, not knowing what to say. I haven’t been that much confused in my entire life. I’ve already known I had fallen for Mallory badly, but I still wasn’t sure how much Bond meant to me. There was something about him I couldn’t explain and understand. They call it “the charm”, right?
“Do you really have to know that?” I questioned, caressing his muscular arm. “And besides, do you think I will tell you?”
He took my hand off his shoulder.
“You should get some rest before you go back on active service,” whispered Bond and kissed me on the forehead. “I’d better get going. It was lovely to see you, Katherine.”
“Thank you, James. I *adore* those roses,” I smiled at him mildly. “Red is my favourite colour.”
...
Two or three hours have passed and I’ve began to prepare my lunch. Of course I couldn’t stop to think about Bond. He came all the way just to see me... brought me those roses... I adore them... has any other double-0 ever got a bouquet of *red* roses from this man? I’m sure the answer is “no”, I thought while washing the tomatoes. But on the other hand... he had to come back anyway... and maybe this is just a sweet-talk... yes... he’s such a womanizer... there is no denying he slept with a girl or two while on Maldives... and you can’t blame him... but, he’s not a man for you... forget about him, Kath.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I wiped my hands and came to the table, wondering who the hell wants to talk to me at lunchtime.
I froze when I realized what has just appeared on screen. There was a huge, single letter: M.
“Yes?” I said as I picked up.
“Good afternoon, 002,” said a deep, but sharp voice. I wish your voice could wake me up every day... Oh, sir, I missed you so much. Keep talking, I thought.
“Good afternoon, sir.”
“You’ve probably already spoken to 007,” guessed Mallory. “I’m pleased to inform you that investigation didn’t prove the accusations, so... it means your arrest is over. Or, in other words, you’re back on active service,” he added coldly. “Congratulations.”
I didn’t listen to the words he said. I was hypnotized by the way he uttered those words.
“002? Are you still there?”
“Yes! Uhm... Thank you... Thank you, sir.”
“I suppose it means you’re ready to come back?” he asked and I could sense that he was smiling.
“Yeah,” I smiled as well. “Armed and ready.”
“I’m very glad to hear that, 002. Meet me in my office at 1 P.M. tomorrow for further instructions then.”
“With pleasure, sir. I’ll be there,” I assured him.
I was just about to hang up (what a relief to hear his voice... thank God he’s safe and sound), when I realized I didn’t ask him about the arm.
“Uhm, sir... I’ve been wondering... how... How do you feel?”
“Thank you for asking, Katherine...”
As he replied, I couldn’t believe what I’ve just heard. It made me feel all warm inside. Wait, did he *really* call me by my name?! I will remember that day till the rest of my life, I thought, and Mallory continued:
“... I feel a lot better. Good enough to get back to work... I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow... sir.”
I said the last sentence almost breathlessly... I sat on the couch and gasped for air. Wow... He *did* call me “Katherine”... for the first time since I’ve entered the section. Does it mean our relationship has moved on to the next level...? Wait, what did he say? 1 P.M., I think...
I had to contact Amanda. I’ve quickly typed a message:
Congrats Amanda!! We’re finally free! Can’t wait to see you. xx
She replied right away, but the truth was, I expected a more enthusiastic response:
Yeah, that’s great, Kath. Would you mind if we talked tomorrow before our meetings with M? It’s urgent.
I agreed, and went on to resume cooking. I had no idea what Amanda had in mind and it worried me, because rarely she was that laconic. I wondered what did she want to talk about. It all happened so fast today... the flowers (& the messenger!), the rescue, the phone call from my supervisor, and now Amanda’s request... It seems there is a lot going on right now. But let’s be honest, Kath... to look into Mallory’s eyes once again... this is what you desire most.
It’s time to get out.
***
To be continued.
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Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? - May and Drew are the personification of “good luck trying to return me without the receipt” while drunk and holding a match up to their marriage certificate. For reference, May is the drunk one holding the lighter, and Drew is in the corner trying not to laugh his ass off. They’re solid, despite the (read: May’s) chaos.
How quickly did/will they fall in love? - May and Drew probably got together the quickest out of all of their friends. They both knew within a year of meeting that they liked one another, and it only took about another two years for them to both confess.
How was their first kiss? - They’re about 13, so it’s kind of awkward, very short, but still sweet. Drew gives May a rose after a contest, and they’re already “kind of sort of” dating, so May just kind of leans in and goes for a little peck, which Drew returns.
Wedding:
Who proposed? - Drew. In a field of roses and Beautifly very reminiscent where May’s parents got engaged.
Who is the best man/men? - Best Man: Max. Groomsmen: Ash, Brock, Cilan, Clemont.
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Maid of Honor: Dawn. Bridesmaids: Misty, Solidad, Iris, Serena.
Who did the most planning? - May and Drew actually did a lot of the work together, mostly because May knows Drew is more lowkey than her and wants to make sure he’s comfortable with the plans.
Who stressed the most? - May. Her friends heard about every single wedding related nightmare she experienced (and there were a lot.)
How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Harley...initially. Solidad eventually convinces them to invite him. They both regret it within five minutes of the wedding.
Sex:
Who is on top? - This is something they tend to compete for, although Drew normally wins out.
Who is the one to instigate things? - May. She loves to flirt.
How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now
How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head
How long do they normally last? - Drew lasts a while. May...not so much.
Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Heck no! It’s basically a contest, and there can only be one winner.
How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.
Children:
How many children will they have naturally? - 2
How many children will they adopt? - 0
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Drew
Who is the stricter parent? - Drew
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - May...this is the one thing she’s pretty strict with because she’s really afraid of injuries.
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Drew
Who is the more loved parent? - May and Drew’s kids love them equally, but know which parent to go to if they want something specific.
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - May. She’s also most likely to bring the snacks to the kids’ activities, go on field trips, etc. She really enjoys socializing with the other parents.
Who cried the most at graduation? - May. She starts crying before the ceremony even starts.
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - May. These kids do not want to cross Drew.
Cooking:
Who does the most cooking? - Drew
Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Drew. Not because he has a limited palette, but because he refuses to eat a majority of junk food. May, on the other hand, eats everything.
Who does the grocery shopping? - Drew, because May buys too many snacks and not enough “real” food.
How often do they bake desserts? - Quite a bit! Baking is one thing May learns to do relatively well, so she enjoys whipping something up from time to time.
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - May will eat anything, although she often complains that most salads aren’t filling enough for her. Drew veers more towards salads, but won’t turn down meat based meals, especially when they’re well done.
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Both: Drew at home, May out at a restaurant.
Who is more likely to suggest going out? - May. She’s always reading up on popular or highly rated restaurants and always wants to try them.
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - May. It’s happened before. Several times, in fact.
Chores:
Who cleans the room? - Drew
Who is really against chores? - May. She just thinks it’s kind of a waste of time because “it’s just gonna get messy all over again.”
Who cleans up after the pets? - They both look after their own Pokemon.
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - May. Drew finds her trash and other things all over the place.
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Drew used to, but he kind of just gave up at some point. So if people come over and see a mess May left behind, Drew just shrugs it off with a “yes, this is my life.”
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Drew. It’s May’s. Sometimes he gives it back...sometimes he keeps it. Depends on his mood.
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? - May, although Drew is not quick by any stretch of the imagination.
Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Drew is more likely to be seen out exercising with the Pokemon. May kind of has to be bribed to do it.
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - May loves decorating for holidays! It actually gets to be a little garish.
What are their goals for the relationship? - They both love each other and want to have fun, although Drew is more determined to keep their relationship private than May is.
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - May
Who plays the most pranks? - May...Drew never even retaliates because he can’t be bothered.
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Oc-tober Day 7: Fear
Hoohoo i suck at shading :'0 The second pic was the firdt concept art I drew of these gals. Then came the pencil sketches and lastly the one on top.
I've already got a Quickie summary of this story in my writing blog explaining who these characters are and what's going on, link HERE. So for this piece, I'll write the scene I drew lol. In it, only Kylee and the Wrath kid are left, but before they get a showdown, God gives them one last mercy. A night without worries. Anything they want, they will grant. Btw, I have decided on official names for these gals. Kylee the fangirl and Paloma the patient ghost.
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This was it.
Tomorrow, everything was bound to come to an end.
It felt unreal to Kylee. How far she's come, her numerous near death experiences, how nice their room was. God really knew how to treat em when they weren't being careless.
Still, God's assurance of a last peaceful night was a load off their shoulders. A blessing, you might even say.
Chevre left the scene immediately, deciding to spend their last day as a ghost doing their own kooky things. They felt robbed for not dying sooner to do it.
That left Kylee and Paloma, the original duo, to spend the night alone. Just like the good ol days.
They tried the hot tub, snacked on expensive sweets, watched Kylee's favorite episodes of her favorite shows, and had a great time.
Just like normal girls their age would spend a sleepover.
When it got super late, the magic of the tranquility was wearing off. Reality settled back in. Tomorrow was the end. No more fighting, no more floating. The ghosts would be reborn and someone new would be God.
A child. Both contestants left were underage.
And they had to fight eachother to the death. Kylee and Paloma agreed that if she won, she would pick older candidates next time. No kid should go through what she's gone.
Circling back to the competition, they talked about their opponent and his many helpers. They'd seen how ruthless he was. Opportunistic and never one to hesitate. He was a tough rival for sure.
Kylee got quiet for a bit, and Paloma squeezed her shoulder.
"Come on, cookie. Let's sleep early."
They snuggled onto the bed. Two had been accommodated for them, but they were used to sleeping in the same one. It was their piece of comfort.
After settling down, Kylee worded her next question carefully. She had already asked it before, when she first saw Paloma as a ghost, but it didn't hurt to have the answer retold.
What was it like to die?
Paloma stiffened. Her eyes softened. Her voice cracked a bitter smile.
"It hurts. Especially when you start struggling back. But once it's done, all you get is wave after wave of relief. Like when you ace a test you didn't study for." She laughed. It ended breathily.
Kylee didn't like her expression. She had seen it come up a lot in the past few days. And she knew exactly what it meant. She brought Paloma closer and held her face. Looking into her eyes, she asked as quietly as she could.
"... have you regretted it?"
Paloma shivered. Her eyes burst. She whimpered, and Kylee immediately brought her to her chest, letting her cry. Not a single tear stained her shirt.
"I was... So sure I did the right thing..."
"You did..."
Kylee remembered those first days. How surprisingly proud she seemed to have taken her own life. To be done with life and humanity. But as time wore on, her sentiments changed.
"I couldn't help it... I wondered... What would have happened if..."
She paused as sge choked on her words. Kylee gave her a pat. "It's ok..."
"No, it's not!" Paloma got up, her face a darker shade. "We could have been a team. We could have stuck together for as long as we could. Or- I could have been in your shoes right now. I could have been the one that made it to the end. Instead of putting all this pressure.... For you to do the right things."
Paloma was calming down, she rubbed her eyes. Kylee helped brush a tear from her cheek.
"I'm sorry I died so fast."
The words stung. Kylee wasn't taking this.
"Don't say that! If one of us is the bad one... It's... Me."
Kylee rubbed her arm. Paloma shook her head. "Not this again, Kylee-"
"I was a jerk. I admit it. I knew what was going on with you but I never stepped in. Really, Palo," Kylee started hyperventilating. Paloma rushed to embrace her. Their roles had effectively switched.
"If I had reached out to you sooner... If I was more involved... Someone better..." Kylee took Paloma's hand. Together, they squeezed them.
"If I was someone like you..."
"Stop it..."
So many what ifs lingered in their minds. So many paths they could have taken. Together.
But here they were, stuck. One as a ghost and the other possibly becoming a deity. About to fight for the right to be.
"Atleast... I got to show you my favorite stores. .." Paloma laughed at the memory of Kylee dragging her around unwillingly.
"We didn't even buy anything. You just had us people watch the entire day."
"But you had a good time anyways, didn't you?" The smiles are back. Paloma tilts her head and rests it on Kylee's shoulder.
"I did..."
While her death was premature, she had to count the small blessing that was her ability to stick to Kylee as a ghost. She got to see more than the bubble she knew. She got to make friends. And...
Kylee couldn't help the kiss she gave Paloma's forehead. Paloma's face burst and she laughed.
She got to feel so loved.
"Okay, Ms. God, settle back down. Tomorrow is... A big day."
Kylee snickered as she laid back down, Paloma following. After another small silence, Kylee's big mouth continued asking.
"If I win... What kind of life do you want?"
They hadn't touched the topic of Paloma's reincarnation.
The reality of her living without Kylee was too much.
Still, now that it was a serious possibility... This was a talk they needed to have. Paloma moved away a bit.
"Well, you're so creative Kylee, I'm sure you'll give me the best life..."
"But... I want to know what YOU want!"
Paloma was stunned for a bit, touched. Kylee really cared for her opinion. The selfish onlooker she first met was long gone.
"I'm being honest..." Paloma looked away. "I want whatever you give me. I trust you."
Kylee's stomach sank. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, now more than ever.
Paloma looked back at Kylee's serious expression, and she laughed some more. This was too serious for their last night together. "Stop worrying about it, cookie." She laid back down ans snuggled to her side. "Worry about surviving tomorrow. Only you can guarantee me that happy ending."
Kylee's gut sank further. It was the truth, but the pressure was on. She watched Paloma close her eyes and over time, drift away, her sleep as sound as when she was alive.
But Kylee couldn't follow, couldn't even stand to blink. Her anxiety was at an all time high. She had to win. She had to make it up to Paloma. She would be a good god, and rule like her girlfriend would.
Kylee's eyes watered again, mourning prematurely the departure to come. She looked to the ceiling. She would make Paloma happy. She knew her favorite foods, her favorite books, her favorite everything. She would give her the world on a platter, make her have the most fulfilling life. From wealth, to friends, to health and romance. Romance.
Yes.
Kylee was a multishipper. Kylee knew people could mesh well with more than one person. She could find Paloma another lover, a better one!
She would be fine.
Her stomach's knots stayed in place, no matter how long she repeated that phrase.
Yeah, Paloma would be fine.
But Kylee wouldn't.
Kylee had gotten what she wanted.
She would be alone now. Free from societal conventions. Free to do what she wanted. Free to people watch, free to bend wills, free to mess around and turn her ideas into reality.
She will find her own happiness. Somehow. The sentiment felt hollow in her chest.
Panic set in again.
What was she doing? What had she done?
She turned and looked at Paloma's face once more.
If she didn't win... There would be no more world. No more Kylee. No more Paloma.
These were her only options. Stay alone forever, or lose everything.
For the first time since the start of the game, she felt afraid of the outcome.
#traditional art#October#Oc tober#Oc-tober#Ocs#Kylee#Paloma#God is a fangirl#Digital art#oc tober day 7#My art#Lesbians#Ace#Asexual#Kylee is ace lol i have decided#Paloma is too#Ace queens#Cries#Original writing
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oooh can i have a black butler and ohshc matchup? Im female, Im 4'11, im on the chubbi side, I have short dark brown hair with long bangs, Im leaning towards the emo/grunge aesthetic. Personality wise im kinda- mEan & aNgRy (people like to call it being a tsundere 😡🔪), And i think i have top tier humor dude im so hilarious and trauma makes me so much funnier 😌👍. I like to draw, play video games, stuff like that. You wouldnt expect it from me but a despise horror movies 💀 (boy pLs)
♡ matchup for @thedevildrawss
hi! omg i'm so sorry dear for the extremely long wait ꒰๑•̥﹏•̥๑꒱ i started at a new school and had trouble adjusting to the campus. but! enough with the rambles and more with the matchups!
|| Kuroshitsuji: i match you with . . .
Prince Soma
Man oooh man do I love the opposites attract dynamic (๑¯ω¯๑)
Soma thinks you're adorable, both appearance and personality wise. Nothing will change his mind. Learning new aspects about you just makes him dote on you more (if that's even possible) ♡
Rich prince absolutely spoils you with anything you want: video games, outfits, makeup, drawing utensils, you name it he'll get it.
But in return you have to let him rest his head on your lap or he starts whining like an abandoned puppy.
And even if you don't say you want something he'll shower you with extravagant gifs anyway. Stop him pls–
Soma can and will make friends with anyone that has his attention for more than 3 seconds. You'd better believe he claimed you as a friend the first time you met before you even knew what was going on.
Was taken off guard when you were mercilessy mean to him although he was royalty :0 It made him want to get your attention even more.
But ooh boy when this clueless child finally understood his feelings for you he did a 180 and became an awkward bundle of giddy emotions whenever around you.
Apparently the only way to try and seem natural was to act like his old spoiled self (っ﹏-))
Thank goodness Agni was there there to translate.
"Rejoice! Your aesthetics are fit for the eyes of the prince."
" . . . what?"
"He says you are the most beautiful person he has ever met."
No worries though, he got the hang of courting you soon enough.
Gets jelly easily no matter whom you're with and shows it by either a) pouting in a corner or b) becoming even more clingy with you. He's super spoiled and expects to get every last drop of your love and attention so you might have to lovingly knock some sense into him.
Your hobbies facinate him! He's constantly peeking over your shoulder whenever you're drawing, gaping and staring with eyes full of wonder. To him you're more talented than anyone else and makes sure you know that as well.
The pieces you draw for him become more precious than any work of art he could ever purchase with money.
No matter how many times you beat him at video games he will demand a rematch. The only way to wrap it up is to give him a pity win. It's too cute the way he then cheers like he's earned it awww
The first you watched a horror movie together was when he persuaded you into it, all smiles and excitement. By the end of the credits you both had your arms wrapped around each other.
And speaking of, Soma's extremely touchy. He loves how small and soft you are so he takes every opportunity to throw his arms around you. But not in an impure manner! That has to wait until marriage!
Surprisingly emotionally intelligent, especially with you. Soma can easily detect when you're not feeling well and always tries his best to cheer you up. No way are you going to ne consumed by negativity when he's around (๑•̀ω•́)و
You two definitely give me the –"Someone will die" –"Oh, fun!" vibe. It's so perfect the way you compliment each other with your styles and personalities. I ship it!
runner up: Charles Phillips
|| OHSHC: i match you with . . .
Kaoru Hitachiin
Straight to the point: Kaoru's mischievous but more chill than his brother. He can handle both your meanness and anger while still enjoying your humor and laughing with you.
Just want to chill or calm down? Kaoru has a very relaxing air about him that helps you feel better. He'll gently pull you away from your source of anger, sits down with you in your favorite place and runs his fingers through your hair. He'll joke around lightly to distract you from your thoughts. Soft moments (◡ ω ◡)
Sometimes he'll join in on you being mean to someone for fun but doesn't let it go out of hand.
Don't get him wrong though. Up for some good ol' dastardly trickery? This boy is all in.
You drew his attention fairly easily with your behavior, and in all honesty he was a tad scared at first.
However, he got over it quickly and teasing you became his way of flirting when the classics did not seem to have an effect on you.
That is to say he had to give it quite a few attempts before you began warming up to him. But hallelujah were all those rejections worth it ♡
Thinks your style is interesting and wants to dress up with you in matching outfits like . . . all the time. He'll then pull you to his chest, take tons of selfies and send them to the rest of the club to show off.
He plays video games too well. Probably didn't spend much time on them before meeting you but damn he's a quick learner. On more relaxing days playing video games with you is one of his favorite activities!
He will still tease you even if you're mean to him in response. He knows you don't mean it ♡
"Hey, y/n, CaN yOu DrAw Me?"
"Can you go jump off a cliff?"
"But then you would be so lonely without me. You're such a tsundere~"
rip Kaoru
Playfully steals something of yours and since you can't reach it he'll have you give him a kiss to get it back ( ˘ ³˘)
He actually cries very easily so he agrees not to watch any horror movies – not because he's scared but because he doesn't want you to see him sobbing over some cool character dying.
Head pats head pats head pats–
So many tickle fights. Kaoru isn't afraid to sneak up on you and launch a surprise attack. If that's what it takes to hear your laughter.
When you're in a bad mood though he'll be more tactful; wrapping his arms around you from behind to hold you tight, nuzzling his face against your neck, whispering encouraging words into your ear then . . . tickling the heck out of your sides (・∀・)
But despite his antics you can always count on him for support and trust him to be there for you. If you tell him about your trauma he will listen each and every word.
Kaoru will make sure you never go through anything like that again.
Might become a tad too protective of you afterwards but it's up to you whether or not you want him to keep it up (:
The two of you fit together in a way most people have a hard way of understanding, but love is love and Kaoru is facinated by the world you've opened up to him.
runner up: Takashi Morinozuka
thanks for requesting, i hope you liked it! a word of feedback is always welcome ♡
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