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nctsworld · 3 years

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gifts galore

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SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you and jaehyun agree to not exchange any gifts this christmas, yet both of you break your agreement for the better. // part of the x-mas in ncity collection WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut,‌ costume/roleplaying (sexy mrs. claus outfit), playful dirty talk, unprotected s*x, f*ngering, couch s*x, mentions of alcohol/drinking, established relationship ‌ ‌ RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ mature

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Snuggling underneath a blanket on the couch by the crackling fireplace, you and Jaehyun are casually watching a Christmas movie in your new apartment. His hand listlessly switches between playing with your hair and lovingly rubbing your shoulder.

You beam happily, absolutely content about your updated living situation and being with your one and only on Christmas Eve, and soon to be Christmas in half an hour or so.

Breaking apart from his arms momentarily, you sit up to reach the coffee table. You refill your empty glass with wine. Noticing the one beside it is empty too, you pour a splash in, assuming the owner will want some more.

“Thanks, babe,” Jaehyun coos, his fingers brushing over the bottom of your back.

You’ve known each other long enough to know what the other wants without exchanging a word. Needless to say, you and Jaehyun were a perfect fit on every level. You couldn’t ask for anything more from him.

Taking a sip, you gaze over at the little Christmas tree set up in the corner of the room and pout at the sight of the empty space surrounding it.

Because you two spent so much on the new place, money was tighter than usual, so you mutually agreed to not exchange any gifts this year. It hurt you so much since you loved seeing Jaehyun’s face light up brighter than Christmas lights when he unwrapped his presents.

Despite the agreement, you may have had one small gift hidden up your sleeve.

You check your phone for the time. 11:48 PM reflects back at you. With a sly nibble of your lip, you rest your drink back onto the table and snuggle once more with your beloved for another several minutes.

At the stroke of midnight (which you know from constantly checking your phone), you glance upwards.

“Merry Christmas, Jaehyun,” you whisper softly. His rosy cheeks rise and his dimples show; the smile he gives you meets his starry eyes.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

He cranes his neck to capture your lips, delving into a sweet embrace. Your hand lays on his firm chest while he rests his palm atop your cheek. Parting the kiss, you’re both forehead to forehead, sharing this moment amidst the warm atmosphere. However, without a word, you depart from his body and bolt towards the bedroom. Jaehyun’s left on the couch with ruffled eyebrows.

As he opens his mouth to say something, you call out from the bedroom. “I know we said no gifts this year, but I sorta maybe have a teeny, tiny gift this year...”

He chides you with a holler of your name. “I thought we both agreed—”

“You know I can’t help myself, okay? And anyway—”

Jaehyun’s jaw immediately drops.

You’re leaning on the doorframe with your hand stretched on the wood beside your head, donning a fitting, strapless red dress with white fleece trimming at the top and bottom, which barely covers your uncovered goods, and a Santa hat as the cherry on top.

“I thought you’d like this,” you shrug, feigning innocence. Looking off to one side, you twirl some hair around your finger. “It was cheap, so it’s not like a big gift—”

Suddenly, Jaehyun’s lips cut you off. His body presses up against yours, barring you between the doorframe and himself. A hand snakes up your thigh and, with a little help from the lack of fabric, his hand quickly grasps your bare ass.

His kisses are eager and hungry, and when he desires more of you, he captures your neck. Your eyelids tremble, head leaning back on the doorframe.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” Jaehyun mumbles into your skin. He’s now moved onto your exposed shoulders, but never forgetting to squeeze your ass throughout. “Not that I’m complaining...”

“Do you like it?” you moan aloud as Jaehyun leaves chaste kisses across the top of your chest. You already foresee the answer from his reactions, but you yearn to hear it explicitly. He brings his face up to you once more.

“Of course.” And his lips find a home upon yours again. The pressure against your hips strengthens and you’re certain he’s about to reward you with an emerging present of his own.

“Now, Mrs. Claus...” he says in between kisses. Light giggles let loose from you.

“Have I been on the naughty or nice list this year?” You inhale his question with his forehead against yours.

“Definitely naughty.”

He cocks his head to the side and his fingers dance away from your ass towards the front of your thighs.

“How can I prove to you that I’ve been a good boy?”

Said fingers are now being dragged along your thigh, upward to your arousal. Your breaths become shallower, thoughts melting fast from his touch, but you hone your focus, wanting to make this a proper gift for Jaehyun.

“I can think of a few ways…”

Hurriedly, you take his wrist and lead him back to the couch. You playfully push him by the chest to sit down. Your seated love feasts his eyes on you taking your time to straddle him.

For the longest time, your lips intertwine deeply, as if your lips are soldered together. Hands flounder over every part of your body, only intensifying the craving for you both. Exhausted from kissing, Jaehyun draws back and strips off his shirt with ease, perspired from both the passion and the fireplace.

Rising yourself off his thighs to devour his neck, your burning desire hangs overhead his own. Taking the opportunity, he slides a digit over it and you sigh into his touch.

“I don’t think Mr. Claus would appreciate you touching what’s his,” you tease, nibbling on his ear lobe with your hands resting on his chest.

“You’re mine, and you know it,” he growls half-seriously. Without warning, Jaehyun swiftly releases his touch to grip onto your ass and waist, then lays you on your backside onto the couch. He hovers over you with fierce eyes and directly sticks two fingers into you.

Your hat drops over the arm rest and onto the floor as your back arches from the immediate delight. Ardently, Jaehyun’s free hand pulls down the top half of your dress and your tits are pleased by his heavenly mouth.

“Am I a good boy yet?” he asks on the way towards your other breast, hot breath searing your supple skin.

“F-fuck,” You shake your head, desperate for more. “Not quite, ah—”

Responding to your words, Jaehyun’s wrist fires up. The muscles in his arm flex greatly alongside the acceleration of his thrusting digits, and yet, he’s still maintaining the puckering around your acute nub. The excitement builds in your chest and delicate moans develop into harsh groans.

“Babe, babe,” you call out, pausing the roleplay talk. Your fingers are falling weak within his hair and upon his arm, losing strength by the second. “I don’t want to come just yet. This is all for you, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

With one last inhale of your chest, he then hangs his head overs yours.

“Seeing you in pleasure is a gift in itself, honey,” Jaehyun states gently.

Behind your half-lidded eyes, you notice Jaehyun’s fixed stare, not deterring eye contact with you whatsoever. Despite the lust, your love plants a kiss atop of your forehead.

“Now, come for me and I’ll show you how good I can be to you.”

Embracing his relieving reassurance, you relax into his touch and unwind over his full fingers. After you’re fulfilled, Jaehyun tastes your slick off his fingers with a wink prior to the undressing of his pants.

Finally bare, your sight wavers between his beautiful figure and his equally beautiful cock as he lines up with your entrance. When his possession disappears entirely, engulfing within your desire, you simultaneously moan at the initial gratification.

Your beloved’s grip is safe around your waist, feeling the downy fabric of the dress still scrunched around your body.

Jaehyun drinks in everything—your face drenched in delectation, the constant bouncing of your bosoms happening in tandem with his deep plunges, his name spilling sweetly from your pretty lips, and the raw pleasure of it all.

He braces a hand onto the arm rest next to your head. Looking up at him, you bring your hands that were gripping tightly onto the couch towards his cheeks, cupping them.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he utters. His spare hand moves towards your sprawled upper arm, rubbing the tender muscles. You nod, whimpering in agreement.

“Are you all mine?” you moan unevenly, intoxicated by the passion.

Jaehyun nods too with hazy eyes, running fingers through his mussy hair to view you clearly.

“Of course, of course...”

The kiss you share is overpowering, as if he was kissing you upon every inch of your body all at once. Flares flood over your body, but they’re not stopping anytime soon.

Following more fondling of one another’s bodies and the never ending orgasms he consistently draws out of you, Jaehyun can only last so much and eventually stirs, his pleasure reaching the brim and pouring onto your inner thigh.

Like clockwork, Jaehyun is quick to clean-up you and himself, and the two of you lay on the couch with him spooning your backside. You both agree to no blanket since each of you are sweltering because of the fireplace, in addition to what you just endured.

“If you think you’re going on the nice list after that, you’re wrong,” you pant, glancing over your shoulder slyly. “That was naughty from head to toe.”

Jaehyun pecks the back of your head, stuffing his nose in your hair.

“Coal is worth the price of having you.”

He hugs you tightly and you burst into a flutter of giggles as he kisses the crook of your neck.

Morning comes and you’re surprised to not find Jaehyun in bed with you, especially after the tiring events from last night. In your pajamas, you tread towards the living room and see him in his knitted black sweater by the kitchen counter on his phone. He glimpses up, grinning ear to ear, and places his phone down.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greets, walking to you.

“Jae, why are you up so ea—”

Your gaze falls upon the Christmas tree in the corner and you notice a gift box as tall as a book. Puzzled, you make your way over.

“To get back at you for your gift last night,” he says next to you beside the tree and watches your next moves carefully. “I got you a little something too.”

You laugh as you unravel the large bow, thinking it’s likely a joke gift he often does or, on the other hand, maybe more lingerie since he loved the way it looked on (and off) you.

However, your breathing stills and your entirety stiffens.

A tiny velvet box is inside, with a folded piece of paper leaning against it.

One of your hands darts to your mouth, covering it. Shaking slightly, you peer up at Jaehyun.

He nods softly, urging you to continue.

You read the letter addressed to you quietly to yourself:

“Can you believe this is the fifth Christmas we’re spending together? Time flies by so fast, and this is our first Christmas in our own place. Hopefully the first of many!

I’m always grateful to spend the holidays with you and I couldn’t imagine anyone else to spend it with. I know it’s cliché, but I mean it when I say you mean the world to me. I can’t ask for a better gift than being with you.

On the topic of gifts, I know you might be disappointed that we agreed on no presents this year, but please don’t hate me for going against my word (if you want, you can gift me something from Boxing Day and we’ll call it even).

I’ve been waiting to give you this gift for a really long time...

I hope you like it.

Merry Christmas, my dearest.

Love,

Jaehyun ♡”

As you lift your head, tears blur your vision and you can’t stop them from falling. You try your best to muster up the biggest smile and squeak a simple, “Yes!”

The love of your life chuckles tenderly, caressing your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs swipe away the oncoming waterworks. “Honey, you didn’t even open the box yet.”

“I don’t need to. I have x-ray vision,” you joke. “My answer is yes.”

“You sure?” he asks. Even with the fog in your eyes, you see a sliver of worry and rejection flash by on Jaehyun’s face. You’re nodding fervently, not wanting him to doubt your love for even a second.

His expression fades and he gently grabs the letter and box out of your hands. Getting onto one knee, Jaehyun opens the velvet box, revealing the not-so surprising sparkling ring. He holds your hand in his and slowly places the ring on your left finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

Jaehyun stands up, still cherishing your hand in his. You’re enraptured by the light hitting the gemstone, twinkling back at you like a familiar smile.

“Guess we’re even now?”

Sniffling, you shake your head at Jaehyun before you wipe the tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m definitely getting you a proper gift tomorrow.”

Neither of you are aware of it and will find out later that day, but snow begins to fall outside at about the exact moment you lock eyes.

You take a deep breath, trying your best to sound as normal as you can, as if you weren’t just bawling your eyes out.

“I love you, Jaehyun.”

Your love moves some of the stray strands of hair out of your face and whispers:

“And I love you.”

The next kiss is ardent and heartfelt. A kiss you’ve shared with Jaehyun many times before, but it’s a little different than the rest.

It’s a kiss that signals the new beginnings for you and Jaehyun.

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ssa-montgomery · 3 years

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I Don't Love You (like I did yesterday) Chapter 2

Word Count: 2275

Summary: Addison Montgomery watches her marriage start to crumble around her, feeling helpless to save it when her husband, Derek Shepherd, is barely around enough to have a conversation about the situation. She turns to her long time friend - and her husband’s best friend - Mark Sloan for comfort but finds more than she ever bargained for. She knows if she continues down this path with Mark, she can never come back from it.

Characters: Addison Montgomery x Mark Sloan, Derek Shepherd, Amelia Shepherd

Warnings: Angst, swearing, drinking, affairs, smut, verbal fights, emotional hurt/comfort, basically heavy on the angst for this one

A/N: So, it's been a while xD I apologise for the delays in finally getting this second chapter posted! It's been sitting in my drafts unfished for so long but it's finally here :D I hope you all enjoy this second chapter and I'll try to be quicker with my next update for this fic hahaha

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Could you find a way to let me down slowly?

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leavin', baby let me down slowly

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"Red! Wait up!"

Addison had barely stepped out of the attending's lounge when she heard his voice echoing up the hall. When she turned around she saw Mark waving her down as he quickly made his way up the hall towards her. It had been a few days now since that night and they still hadn't gotten the chance to speak face to face. Addison felt awkward about it, she was still embarrassed about how she'd acted and she never really found out how Mark felt after he woke up that morning. Judging by Mark's attitude now, he seemed completely unphased by the whole situation and Addisons nerves around it as she grinned at her once he finally caught up.

"Just starting?" He asked glancing down at the massive stack of patient files that Addison was hauling around in her arms. He himself had no files, instead, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he bounced on his heels clearly ready to start his day.

"Uh yeah, just heading down to check the O.R. board now, you?" She let out a small laugh at Mark's energy and just shook her head at him. Ever since they were interns he had always been energetic when he had a big surgery that day.

"Same." Mark nodded at her. "Walk with me?"

"Of course." Addison smiled up at him. Now felt like as good a time as any for her to explain what happened that night. Even if Mark had seemingly moved on from it she still felt she owed him some kind of explanation. She needed to know that they were truly still okay. "And Mark, I just wanted to apolog-"

"Addison." He stopped walking then and turned to her, placing his hand gently on her arm. He made sure she met his gaze before he continued, looking at her sincerely. "It's forgotten about. Seriously, don't worry about it anymore."

"Well, will you at least let me thank you properly for staying sometime? A proper dinner this time maybe?" Addison offered. She really did appreciate everything Mark had done for her and she wanted to make sure he knew that.

"Now, we know I'm not one to turn down praise." Mark teased raising an eyebrow at her, that oh so familiar cockiness back in his voice. Addison just rolled her eyes at the comment and let out a laugh. She was grateful for Mark always being there for her, he'd find a way to calm her down no matter what was happening with that quick-witted humour of his. He'd become a more important piece of her life than she ever imagined he would.

"So what's on the board for you today?" She asked, taking Mark's advice and putting the other night out of her mind.

"Facial reconstruction on my crash victim, I've got a meeting with the Ortho surgeon in an hour. What about you? What's with carrying half a library around?" Mark explained and then gestured down at all the files in Addison's arms.

"I have a patient with TTTS in her quadruplets." Addison sighed. She had only just started to review the case and already it was shaping up to be one of her toughest cases yet, she'd never seen anything quite like this before. "I'm not operating for a couple of days but I need to do as much research as I can today."

"You're operating on quadruplets? Addie that's a huge surgery." Mark said, a tone of awe and pride in his voice.

"I know, that procedure has so much risk just by itself but if something goes wrong there are two other babies at risk too. This is probably my biggest case ever."

"Do you think I could scrub in and observe? I've never seen the procedure performed and with quads, it's such a rare opportunity." Mark asked. While it was true that he simply had a professional interest in this case he also just wanted to be there for Addison, to support her through such a big case.

"Yes, of course, it's going to be an open gallery too. Oh actually." Addison balanced her patient files against her hip while she quickly flicked through them to find what she was looking for. Once she finally found it she pulled it out and handed it over to Mark. "I have a patient who needs a plastics consult, would you stop by and talk to her?"

"Sure, of course." Mark nodded and happily accepted the file before flipping it open. He quickly scanned his eyes over the contents, reading the brief notes on the case. "Yeah that looks good, I should be able to help her out. I'll stop by later and talk her through it."

"Thank you, Mark." Addison smiled up at him. It was a bright genuine smile that lit up her whole face and Mark couldn't help but smile back. How could he ever say no to her when he got reactions like that?

They rounded the corner and finally came to a stop in front of the O.R board. There were other surgeons gathered around the hall checking up on their surgeries and for a moment Addison looked around, hoping that maybe just maybe Derek would be there. When she couldn't spot him in the crowd she sighed and turned back to the board. She glanced down through the surgeries scheduled for that day looking for her own. She noticed Mark's surgery at two near the top of the board and then her own, a C-section at four just a couple of places below it.

Her eyes were drawn to the surgery scheduled just below hers. D. Shepherd, O.R. 6. So Derek was somewhere in the hospital and his surgery wasn't for another hour meaning he was out on the floor somewhere. When Addison arrived that morning she tried to find him after he didn't come home the night before but there was no sign of him anywhere. It seemed that all too familiar feeling was setting in again. The sinking in the pit of her stomach at having Derek close by but yet feeling like he was so far away from her, barely within her reach when she couldn't even find him. The feeling of being avoided. A feeling that by now she knew better than she'd like to admit.

"Right well I've got to go sort out my charts for my consult so I'll see you later Addison," Mark said flashing her one last smile before he turned and headed towards the stairs for the plastics department.

"Right, see you later." Addison nodded absentmindedly, now being left standing alone in the middle of the hall. She was barely paying attention to what he had said, her eyes still focused on Derek's name on the board.

Unless the truth was that Derek had simply been dodging her in the halls all morning she knew there was only one other place he could be. The only place she hadn't checked yet. It was getting late now and morning rounds would be starting soon and Addison knew she had to get to O.B. She tried to shake the thoughts from her head but she found her mind straying to Derek again as she made her way down the hall towards the elevators. Before she even realised what she was doing she pushed open the heavy doors to the stairs and started to head upwards. She took the steps as quickly as she could, climbing the first three flights before she found herself standing in front of another set of double doors. The Neurosurgery department.

She stopped for a moment, wondering if she really wanted answers. If Derek had been ignoring her would it be better to not know? Maybe that way it would hurt less. If she could continue to lie to herself, telling herself it was just a coincidence that Derek was always busy when she was free. Taking a deep breath she pushed the doors open and walked out onto the ward. It was quiet, only a few nurses walking down the hall and it only took Addison a moment to spot Derek standing at a nurses station.

He was resting his weight against the desk as he flicked through a chart in front of him, his head resting on his hand. Even from this distance, Addison could tell he looked exhausted from his body language alone. Then again she guessed spending every night sleeping in a cramped on-call room at the hospital couldn't be providing the most restful nights sleep. Derek didn't seem to notice her as she approached him, it wasn't until she was standing next to him and placed a hand on his arm that he finally turned to look at her. There was a look of surprise on his face when he realised it was Addison standing next to him but it quickly changed back to the tired expression it was before.

"Hey, you." Addison smiled gently at him, trying her best to mask her fear that her husband was avoiding her because he was in fact ignoring her and didn't want to talk to her.

"Oh. Addison hi, I'm sorry I don't really have a lot of time I'm running late." Derek said dismissively, glancing down at his watch as he avoided meeting her eyes. "In fact, I've got surgery now. I'll see you back at the house later."

Derek turned then, flipping the chart closed and tucking it under his arm before quickly leaning down to kiss Addison's cheek. The kiss was so brief that for a moment she wondered if she had imagined it, she barely felt his lips brushing her cheek. She swallowed the bitter feeling rising in her throat as she watched him disappear down the hall and out of view. She had been right, he was avoiding her and there's no denying that fact now. She already knew his surgery didn't start for hours and she was willing to bet she wouldn't see him at the house later.

~~~

"You know," Mark started, the sudden sound of his voice startling Addison. "Those things will kill you."

Addison glanced down, now realising that she had instinctively moved her hand behind her back to hide the cigarette between her fingers. She felt she had been caught doing something wrong when she heard Mark's voice.

The feeling brought her back to when she was about seventeen, sitting cross-legged on a bench next to the pond on their estate with her brother Archer, a packet of cigarettes between them. Bizzy hated smoking, and while it went unsaid between them they both knew this experiment was an attempt to gain any form of attention from Bizzy. Even if it was negative. They had been halfway through their first cigarette when they heard Bizzy's voice and they panicked, Archer, throwing the rest of packet into a nearby bush and putting his out with the toe of his boot. On the other hand, Addison had tried to hide hers by quickly shoving her hand behind her back, but she had curled her hand too tightly and the cigarette had pressed into her palm burning her skin.

"I know." Addison sighed dropping it to the ground, snuffing out the embers with her high heel. She laughed gently. "I didn't even actually smoke it. I can't stand the taste. I guess I was just trying to relive my rebellious phase when I would do anything for Bizzy's attention."

"Because you hope if you do something desperate, Derek will give you his attention again?" Mark asked quietly. There was nothing accusing about his tone, instead, it felt more sympathetic. Like he understood her reasoning. At times it felt like even she didn't understand her own reasoning.

"Yeah," Addison admitted weakly. "It doesn't seem to be working thought, he lied to me earlier. He told me he couldn't talk because he had surgery but I know he didn't."

Without a word, Mark reached out and took Addison's hand in his, the comforting gesture enough for her. At that moment she didn't want words of encouragement or his sympathy, she just wanted someone to genuinely be there for her when she needed it. They stood there like that, simply enjoying the silent moment for a few before Addison pulled away. She pulled her lab coat straight again and made herself look presentable.

"I have to get back to the NICU, do you think they'll smell the smoke on me?" She asked then, the slight nervousness obvious in her voice.

"Oh yes, I can already hear those tiny babies judging you from here." Mark joked grinned down at her. There it was again, that sarcastic humour that she loved so much. Her worrying kept her from questioning how Mark had even found her, she never told him where she planned on being for lunch that morning. She didn't question the fact that Mark was so obviously checking up on her, caring more than anyone else did about what was happening with her.

"Thank you again, Mark." She said sincerely, patting his arm as she brushed past him to head back inside. "I really do appreciate you being here."

~~~

Everybody needs a little help sometimes

Everybody needs someone to call on

Everyone gets a little lost inside

But it's alright, yeah it's alright

I know it hurts but I swear it gets better

So don't doubt yourself, it don't last forever

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy fanfiction #greys anatomy fanfic #addison montgomery #mark sloan #addison x mark

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songtoyou · 4 years

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PRomance - Part Two

Paring: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,662

Warnings: None

Description: Chris needs some good press. He convinces one of his closest friends to partake in a PRomance.

A/N: This idea came to me one night. This is pure fiction as I do not know what Chris believes when it comes to politics and policy issues. This is a complete work of fiction. Italic represents flashbacks for this chapter. Bold represents text messages.

I do not permit my work to be to be posted on any other site without my permission.

Tag list: @ccolz88-blog @katiew1973 @southerngracela @inlovewith3 @thevelvetseries

Note: Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

Chris had been so wrapped with interviews while in D.C. for ASP. He was excited about some downtime. However, Chris knew he would not be able to enjoy himself too much. Tonight was the night of the official “outing” he would have with you. The hired paparazzi would be staked out of the selected hotel and restaurant to capture pictures of you and Chris entering and exiting both establishments. You mentioned to Chris and Megan that the first outing needed to be simple and not extreme. The outing should draw attention but not appear out of the ordinary.

It was not like you and Chris had never been photographed together. The fans were used to seeing you both hangout from time-to-time. As Megan mentioned, the two of you always had a “will they, won’t they” vibe. Neither you nor Chris paid much attention to it as neither wanted to jeopardize the friendship. However, you could not quiet the little voice in your head that told you this whole situation might end up making things worse.

You had a couple of days off from your talk show, so you planned to travel to D.C. for the weekend. It was not lost on you that the day you traveled was Valentine’s Day, which was such a contrast to how you spent the holiday last year. Your former boyfriend was a chef who preferred the quiet and nomadic life. As you and your friends affectionately nicknamed him, Chef was never keen on participating in the Hollywood/celebrity spectacle with you, which you understood. It was not his scene, not his type of people.

Your friendship with Chris also did not help matters as your ex could not hide his contempt for the actor. You never could quite understand the resentment. “He is just a little too friendly for my taste. The guy doesn’t understand boundaries. Like, why would he? Chris can do whatever he wants, and no one says anything against him,” Chef ranted one night.

“You don’t know Chris as I know him. Is he perfect? No, of course not. But he isn’t some evil guy you make him out to be. You have never bothered to get to know him…” you tried to counter, but Chef cut you off.

“I don’t need to get to know him. I don’t like him. Plain and simple. Y/N, you are too naïve sometimes.”

“So, basically…what you are telling me is that you don’t trust my friendship with Chris. Is that correct? You don’t trust him around me. But overall, what this tells about you is that you don’t trust?” you replied, angry at him. He was ridiculous.

“Look, I don’t want to fight about this anymore. Let’s, I’m sorry. I do trust you.”

Unfortunately, it turned out that Chef did not trust you. The constant arguing about Chris began taking a toll on the relationship. It was too much drama that neither wanted to deal with; you both decided to go your separate ways last November. Overall, it was for the best. You did not leave the relationship with any ill contempt for your ex but were disappointed that you could not make it work out with him in the end.

Chris made sure that a car service was scheduled to pick you up from the airport and take you to the hotel. While you took the time to put away your clothes and sort out your toiletries, there was a knock on your door. Peeking through the peephole, you saw Chris and opened the door to let him inside.

“Hi!” you squealed and wrapped your arms around Chris for a hug.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Chris responded and returned the hug. “Thanks for coming out tonight and staying for the rest of the weekend. I appreciate it greatly. I know you are busy with your things, and now I got you entangled in my mess…”

“Chris, will you shut it. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to. I know your intentions with this whole situation are good. I’m not going to deny that I’m happy you decided to come to me with this and not some up-and-coming starlet for this venture,” you admitted candidly.

“Well, you are one of the few people that I can truly trust. So…” Chris began as he sat down on the bed, “Everything is set for eight o’clock tonight. We have reservations at Karma Modern Indian because I know how much you love Indian food. I forgot today was Valentine’s Day, so we were lucky to get a table.”

“You forgot it was Valentine’s Day! What a disappointing fake boyfriend you are,” you teased him.

“Haha… I’ll buy you a cookie later if it makes you feel better.”

You merely rolled your eyes and lay down on the bed. You were tired. It had a long week, and the one thing you wanted to do was take a nap. Thankfully, you had a couple of hours to spare before dinner tonight. Chris could see that you were exhausted and that your eyes were now closed.

“Hey, I’ll come back later, okay. You want me to call you to let you know that you need to wake up and get ready?” Chris asked.

“Yeah,” you mumbled as sleep overtook you, and Chris quietly got up to step out of your hotel room.

By 6:45 p.m., the sound of your iPhone began ringing, which woke you from your slumber. “I’m up. I’m up,” you said when answering, knowing it was Chris on the other end.

“You sleep well?”

Yeah. It was a much-needed nap. I’m going to start getting ready. I’ll meet you down in the lobby at 7:50, okay?” you told Chris.

“Sounds good. See you in a bit,” Chris replied, and you both ended the call.

Once showered, you applied your makeup and styled your hair. There was the added pressure knowing that you would be photographed, so you went for a more sophisticated look. Your outfit was a white off-shoulder long sleeve sweater dress, which you accompanied with knee-high length gray boots and a burgundy leather jacket.

After giving yourself a final look over in the mirror, you grabbed your clutch and headed out to the lobby. It did not surprise you that you arrived at the lobby first as you knew Chris tended to take longer to get ready than he liked to admit. You also figured that Chris was probably dealing with anxiety, not only about ASP but the outcome of tonight as well. You decided to shoot Chris a quick text message.

You: I’m dressed and waiting in the lobby.

Chris: Okay. I’m coming down.

As you continued to wait for Chris, you looked outside the hotel and could vaguely make out the photographer standing across the street waiting for you and Chris to exit.

“Oh my God. This is going to be such a shit show,” you said quietly to yourself. Now your anxiety about the whole thing was about to resurface.

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” said Chris as he walked towards you. “Wow! You look nice,” he commented.

“Just nice?” you teased as you gave him a spin.

“You look gorgeous,” Chris replied.

“That’s better. There’s a photographer outside waiting. Thankfully, our driver is already waiting for us,” you told him and added, “So, remember what we went over? No looking in the direction of the photographer. We walk side-by-side. If we hold each other’s hands, we interlace them waffle style. None of that palms flat pancake style you tend to do. Okay?”

“I got it. This isn’t my first rodeo, Y/N,” Chris pointed out.

“Alright. You ready?”

“No,” he said bluntly with a grin.

“Me either. Deep breaths. We got this,” you replied with a light laugh and interlaced your right hand with Chris’s left hand.

As you exited the hotel with Chris, you wondered again the ramifications this outing would stir amongst fans and the media. Would this be accepted or challenged? Would reputations be ruined? These are the concerns you shared with both Chris and Megan. Your manager and publicist were not keen on the PRomance situation with Chris.

“You used to say that you would rather stick a needle in your eye than partake in desperate PR setups,” your publicist reminded you.

“And I still maintain that sentiment, but Chris is my friend, and he needs help. I would rather him come to me than scrounge around for some no-talent starlet to agree to this PR stunt. It would just end up blowing up in his face,” you said.

“Y/N, need I remind you of Hiddleswift and how that was such a disaster. Tom has never fully recovered from that fiasco,” your manager shared. “My worry is that you could end up being Tom Hiddleston in this scenario.”

“What! That is absurd! Why would I be Tom in this situation?” you asked, confused.

“You have more to lose. Listen to me; you are in the first season of your talk show. It is getting great ratings. Great reviews. NBC just signed the show on for a second season. The chances of you and the show getting nominated for the Daytime Emmy Awards are high. This thing with Chris could cause all of that to come crashing down. We don’t want you to be the butt of anyone’s jokes, sweetheart. It would be completely unwarranted,” you publicist explained and asked, “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“Yes, I do. Trust me. I know what I’m doing. This is Chris we are talking about; he is a good guy. He’s not going to throw me under the bus if this all turns to shit. The two of us are in this together. I trust him.”

‘God, please don’t let this blow up in our faces,’ you said to yourself once entering into the restaurant with Chris by your side.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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raitrolling · 3 years

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Calm, After the Storm

[Easy Reading Version on Toyhou.se]

The clean-up for Vernrot Harbour had been slower going than Lusien expected. There was no structural damage to the town, no residents had been harmed as far as he was aware of, and the organisation that’d moved in to defeat the ‘threat’ were able to manage the situation quite cleanly. He had numerous encounters with members of Gaia since the incident: first on the night of the event when he was prevented from getting anywhere close to the shoreline, no matter how many times he insisted he knew the person causing all the trouble; again the night after when a member of the hospital wing knocked on his door to check him for signs of eldritch mental corruption, due to his close contact with a horrorterror (supposedly the results were normal… For this town’s standards); and then at least once a night after that as more people were brought in for clean-up duty.

The clean-up duty, of course, being restoring the balance between the numerous other entities inhabiting the town.

Lusien has always been familiar with the supernatural, and this familiarity has made him attuned to the state of the town. Those Who Slumber In The Deep are placid for a collective of horrorterrors living in the depths of Vernrot Harbour’s, well, harbour. Their influence is subtle, altering the weather patterns to their liking, and infecting the minds of the residents as the eldritch are wont to do. Some are more susceptible to their influence, typically those who live closer to their abode or spend much longer in the ocean than the average troll. But only he, gifted with the power to see the unseen and comprehend the incomprehensible, are aware of just what they’re doing to the residents. The scientist who lives by the shoreline doesn’t know why he feels lonely when he is unable to hear the whispers in the back of his mind, the author further towards the centre of town doesn’t think about why they’re always so drawn to the ocean whenever they feel troubled. And Lusien cannot tell them, the horrorterrors don’t allow them to believe him.

It is the other entities that are of most concern. The shadow beings were more restless than usual, and their home invasions became more frequent. The spirits residing in the lighthouse required more favours to pacify, feeling extra capricious out of spite for their ‘territory’ being infringed upon. Mostly they just required food or a small sacrifice, and while Lusien didn’t enjoy whenever they sought out something more from him, he was still compelled to carry out their wishes. Every other supernatural being that made their home in the town had their own sets of rules to follow, an invisible checklist of tasks and favours that once completed will make them consider not acting out again for an unspecified amount of time. No one else in the town was aware of their existence, and thus it became Lusien’s duty to tend to each and every one of their needs for the sake of the livelihoods of others. No one but him would notice if a resident was spirited away to another realm or possessed by a cranky entity who was rudely awoken by the songs of The Choir, and no one would be grateful for his efforts, but he still felt it was important to help them.

The staff at Gaia had been more than helpful. The trolls they sent were all well-equipped to handle the supernatural in a non-violent manner, although Lusien would often be called over to guide them through the more unpredictable whims of the entities. “Look for the blueblood with the starry eye” became a phrase often spoken by members of the organisation, and it was not uncommon for someone to come running over to the lighthouse to seek him out for an emergency. He would ask about what happened to Thri- The horrorterror they captured that caused all of this, but no one had an answer for him. They probably wouldn’t have an answer if he used his actual name either, given their tendency for codenames and classifications. The best he’d heard is that ‘the creature’ had returned to its troll form, and was currently detained. Lusien didn’t particularly enjoy the way they spoke of his friend, but he’d given up on correcting every single person he asked.

He was at the pier again, fishing up some more flounders to harvest their skeletons for a ritual as his nightly routine had been for the past couple of nights, when he heard the sound of heeled boots stomping on the wooden boardwalk approaching him.

“Ugh… No one told me there were gonna be some fucked up toads here.”

Lusien turned to face the Gaia employee whining about the wildlife they must have come across, a tall indigblood wearing a white, slightly-translucent coat. They had a company umbrella in their hand that was most likely issued to them as part of their excursion to the rainy town, and they’d pulled up the hood of their coat over their head for extra protection against the wet weather. Through their scrunched-up expression of disgust, Lusien had noticed their eyes were rather striking: He’d never seen heterochromia as intense as their pale purple and reddish-pink eyes. Before he can make a comment about how the ‘toad’ they mentioned was most likely a mutated variation of the juvenile fishmen that plague the waters of the harbour, they’re quick to continue.

“You’re Lusien, right? The guy everyone’s been going on about?” There’s a nice, casual tone to their voice, which contrasts greatly against the horrendous vibes Lusien can see latching onto them. They’ve been deeply tainted by something he cannot quite figure out, but just like all the other residents of this town they seem completely unbothered by it.

He nods in response to their question, and cannot help but wonder if they’re genuinely unaware of whatever magical influence has poisoned their mind or if they’re simply choosing to ignore it. They smile, in a way that makes Lusien’s hypothesis favour towards the latter.

“Pog. Yeah so I’m guessing you’re used to us coming up to you to give progress reports on the state of the town, but I got nothing. The reports I’ve been getting seem to suggest it’s getting better, so we’ll be outta here in a couple nights once we’re certain it’s all back to your usual level of fucked up.” They shrug. “If it was still out of control, I wouldn’t be here. I’m like a canary in a mineshaft, I’m not assigning myself to check out certain towns if there’s a risk of Shitbrains Syndrome. I already got enough of that.”

Yep, definitely aware of it but choosing to ignore it. Somehow even more off-putting than if they were just as clueless as the residents of the town. Despite feeling disconcerted, Lusien nods again. He’s always polite, no matter how disturbing his conversational partner may be.

“Okay. Thank you for the update.” It wasn’t his place to pry into anything else they had implied, and they probably appreciate that. It’s hard to get a read on what they’re thinking.

“Oh yeah, also. Update from the Starfish himself. I’m not a messenger but he’d probs appreciate it if I told you this-”

Lusien’s ears twitch at the mention of the ‘starfish’. He thinks he recalls Thrixe once mentioning his lusus, in a conversation a long time ago about stargazing.

“He’s like, legit crushed about the whole horrorterror thing. He asked a couple times if you were alright, but psychological records are confidential and all that so I just told him yeah. Don’t really blame him that much about being kinda emo about the whole ordeal. And no one really wanted to give him any updates cuz, y’know, that’s a wholeass horrorterror we got locked up, but I knew the guy already so it kinda became my job to deliver the goods. I didn’t even get a bonus added to my pay for that...” They mutter that last part as they look away, glancing down towards the shoreline where Thrixe turned. “Anyway. I’m sure he’d probs wanna tell you to your face if the town’s ever gonna want him back here, but. Just thought you should know.”

For the first time in nights, Lusien felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. That feeling of relief with almost as much intensity to that of whenever he sees Anirus’ ship float into the harbour. He was okay. Thrixe was okay.

“I’m glad to hear that.” The blueblood smiles. “And thank you for being so kind to him.”

The indigoblood was right. It probably won’t be likely that Thrixe would be able to return here for a long time given the whims of the entities, but Lusien would look forward to that night, whenever it may be.

#drabble #lusien avalon #glasya elliss #with brief mentions of #vallis reyleh #celise shoket #had this idea floating in my head for a while now and decided Fuck It. lets write it out

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mint-yooxgi · 4 years

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{4} - Obsession

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 2,939

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Next update is here!!! Ouuuu! I’m excited, and I can’t wait for you all to see what I have planned. I know I say that every time but I'm serious. I know the general direction I want this story to go in, but with each chapter, I can add something new to the plot line, and I really hope you all like it! Things are about to get heated, hehehe... As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

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The next few days at the compound pass by with slightly higher tensions than usual. Everybody is on high alert for any activity regarding the clones whereabouts and plans. You can tell your strike team is especially weary of you, them wanting to make sure one of them is with you at all times in case something happens.

It’s early in the afternoon when you’re walking back to your office from lunch. You can hear soft voices coming from inside your office the closer you get, and you tense slightly. The clones wouldn’t be dumb enough to come to you while you’re at the compound, would they?

Opening the door to your office cautiously, you feel your shoulders relax as you see Minseok, Kyungsoo, and Yixing all stationed around your desk, talking with each other.

“What seems to be the problem, boys?” You quirk a brow, shutting the door quietly behind you as you move to take your seat at your desk.

“They have some questions for you since I wouldn’t answer them for them,” Kyungsoo sighs, leaning against the table you have at the side of the room while both Yixing and Minseok take the seats on the opposite side of your desk.

“Yeah?” You turn your gaze fully to the men across from you. “What’s up?”

“Since Kyungsoo won’t tell us anything, or even comment fully on the matter, we’ve decided to come ask you,” Minseok begins.

“Ever since a few days ago, when you told us all about how the clones came to see you at your apartment, Minseok and I have taken the liberty to observe your strike team closely,” Yixing continues. “We’ve noticed some things.”

You nod, waiting for them to continue. If they can point out things you’ve yet to notice, that will be a great help to you in figuring out things, especially involving the clones.

“First, we’ve noticed how they all seem rather protective over you,” Minseok says, maintaining eye contact with you in hopes to gage your reactions. “If one of them isn’t with you, another will be quick to take his place. In fact, we were surprised when you entered your office alone just now, for we were expecting at least one of them to be with you.”

“Second, whenever two or more of them are in a room together with you, the one who is closest to you receives cautious looks from the others,” Yixing adds. “Sometimes said member will receive harsh stares, borderline glares, if they make you laugh or smile in front of the others. So far, the worst looks we’ve seen have come from Baekhyun and Jongdae.”

You hum in thought, slowly nodding your head along with what you’re being told. It’s nice to have an outsider’s opinion on how your strike team interacts with you. You can’t keep your eyes on them at all times, and it would be beneficial to have people you can actually trust looking out for you. There’s no three people you trust, or rely on, more than Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing.

“At times it would seem as if they are jealous of one another,” Kyungsoo chimes in, arms crossed in front of his chest as his face reflects minor amusement. You two share a look.

“Exactly,” Yixing nods in agreement. “Baekhyun seems to tense the most when another person touches you. Chanyeol tenses when someone makes you laugh. Jongin when someone compliments you. Junmyeon when you call someone else’s name but not his own. Sehun scowls when you smile at someone who is not him, and Jongdae seems to not like it when you discuss strategy with others, though we’re still trying to figure him out. If any one of them is best at hiding their emotions it’s him.”

“Hang on, you just said he has some of the worst glares towards the others though,” your brow furrows in confusion.

“That’s true, his eyes can look quite deadly,” Minseok confirms. “However, he rarely shows them. Doesn’t make them any less powerful when he does, though.”

“Which is why we’re concerned,” Yixing continues to say, and you notice Minseok nodding along with him. “We’ve tried asking Kyungsoo what’s going on but he won’t tell us anything, and when we do get something out of him, he just tells us to ask you.”

“Hence why we’re here at the moment,” Minseok states, leaning forward in his chair to rest his elbows on his knees. “We need to know, is there something going on between you and your strike team that you’re not telling us? Cause from the looks of things, they all seem to be infatuated with you.”

“As your friends, and teammates, we’re concerned,” Yixing voices, brow furrowed in a slight frown.

You can see the concern etched onto both of their faces as they stare at you. Meanwhile, Kyungsoo just looks amused at this entire situation, lips quirked into a slight smirk as he continues to lean against the table. You let out a sigh.

“That’s the thing,I can’t give you a direct answer because I don’t honestly know myself. There’s nothing like that going on between my strike team and I, but I also have a hunch that they’re all fascinated with me in some way, and not in the traditional mentor-pupal way,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “I’ve already discussed this with Kyungsoo, but here’s everything you need to know.”

With that, you jump into the full explanation of what happened the other night at your apartment with the clones, as well as everything you’ve come to learn about them. Both Minseok and Yixing remain silent as you explain. You trust them enough to let them in on this, and to keep this to themselves.

“The only reason I didn’t tell you yet was because I didn’t want to get you guys involved in case things went south. So far, only the four of us know the full truth, and I’d like to keep it that way until I can figure out what to do with both my strike team, and their clones,” you explain, closing your eyes briefly as you rub your temples. “I don’t know what to expect from their clones, nor the lengths they’re willing to go yet. The last thing I need is to create more tensions between them, and have the squad fall apart.”

“I think we can help with that,” Minseok grins.

“How so?” Your eyes narrow slightly in curiosity.

“We’ll keep an eye on your strike team when you can’t, and then report back to you with what we find,” Minseok says, quirking a brow in your direction as he sees you thinking things over. “That way we can keep an eye on them for you when you’re not around, and possibly gather more intelligence on this entire situation.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Kyungsoo voices, pushing himself off the table in order to stand between both Yixing and Minseok with his arms still crossed.

“We’d have to set up meetings to discuss this, maybe once or twice a week, so that way we can fill you in on everything new we discover,” Yixing adds, but before he can continue, you’re speaking.

“Let me think about it for a day,” you tell them, and visibly see them all furrow their brows in confusion. “Getting you three involved means putting you in danger, and the last thing I want is for any of you to get hurt because of me.”

It also mean admitting to them that you’re not staying with Kyungsoo at the moment, but you have a feeling they’ve already gathered as much.

“That’s really considerate of you, as always,” Yixing smiles.

“But we don’t want you having to handle this by yourself,” Minseok adds.

“Besides,” Kyungsoo hums, “you could use all the help you can get.”

You remain silent for a moment, mulling it over in your mind, weighing the pros and cons of them aiding you. Obviously they can’t be with you all of the time, but knowing that when you’re here at the compound, you have three extra sets of eyes watching out for you does lift some of the weight off of your shoulders. What do you have to lose?

“Okay,” you nod once, firmly. “I agree. It would be nice having some help figuring everything out. However, we still need to discuss when and where we’ll be meeting, since it’s risky always meeting up in my office on the regular, especially with everything going on.”

As if to prove your point, a faint knock is heard on your office door before Jongdae is peeking his head into your office. From the faint shadows you can see on the wall behind him, you can tell he’s not alone.

“Is this a bad time?” He asks, eyes scanning over each of your faces briefly before his eyes lock with yours. You can see the subtle twitch of his eyebrow in annoyance.

“No, not at all,” you reply, lips quirking slightly in a small smile as he pushes the door open to reveal both Junmyeon and Sehun standing behind him. You turn your attention back to the three men in front of you, “we’ll continue this discussion later.”

With a nod from the three of them, they begin to make their way out of the room, the new arrivals taking their previous positions in front of your desk. As soon as your office door closes behind the last person out, Junmyeon turns his attention to you.

“What was all that about?” He inquires, brow quirked in questioning.

“Oh nothing,” you brush him off with a wave of your hand. “Just talks about some equipment upgrades, is all.” You hear them hum, but you can tell Jongdae and Junmyeon aren’t convinced. “What is it you three wanted to talk to me about?”

The conversation with the three of them passes by fairly quickly for you, that you barely remember everything that was discussed. You’re a little frustrated that your meeting with Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing got cut short, but you know there’ll be plenty more to come. You just need to figure out a way to meet up without it becoming suspicious.

You’re currently resting on your couch in your living room, thinking over different plans. You could have them meet with you at your house, for you know it’s not bugged, nor does anyone else know where you actually live. However, that means letting Minseok and Yixing in on your little secret. Meeting in a public place is too risky, plus you don’t want anyone overhearing the conversation. If you were to do it over video, there’s a chance of being hacked, too.

You frown, frustration clear on your features. You can’t seem to figure out what the best option would be, and at the moment, you’re leaning towards housing the meetings here, in your own home. At least you’d know nothing could go wrong, and you could always just move again if anything were to happen. You just hope that whatever you decide to do, is the right decision.

Peering outside your window, you see that the sun has long set. The only light in your house comes from the artificial glow of your lamps. Sitting up with a sigh, you figure you might as well try to get some sleep tonight in order to face the challenges you know will make an appearance tomorrow.

Moving around your house, you make sure to turn off all the lights and set the alarm for the evening. No harm in being extra cautious. Once you’re ready, you tuck yourself into bed, laying on your back and staring at the ceiling. You can tell this will be a restless night, for your thoughts are running wild. You have yet to fully accept the fact that despite them not being honest about it, your strike team fancies you, and you don’t know how to feel about that. One might say you’re in denial.

Soon enough, the morning rolls around and you manage to pull yourself out of bed after an extra hour of sleep. Some mornings, as captain, you’re allowed to come in later than everyone else. You’re just glad it’s one of those mornings now.

Grabbing your phone you see a bunch of missed calls and notifications from your strike team, as well as Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing. Clicking on Kyungsoo’s messages, your brow furrows as you read them over.

Kyungsoo: (Y/n), there’s been an emergency at work.

Kyungsoo: Not a mission, but something bad happened overnight.

Kyungsoo: Call me as soon as you see these.

Without giving it another thought, you rip off your blankets while pressing to call Kyungsoo. You quickly move around your room to get ready as the call connects. It only rings once before you hear his voice.

“Where have you been, we’ve all been worried sick,” he scolds you, and you let out a small huff. You can tell he’s moved away from the others, otherwise he wouldn’t sound so worried.

“Good morning to you, too, Kyungsoo. I slept pretty shitty, thanks for asking,” you retort with a slight roll of your eyes before steeling your resolve in the next moment. “What’s going on? My phone is notification city this morning.”

“There’s been a break-in at the compound,” he gets right to the point and you freeze momentarily. “That’s all I’ll say for now, but get here as soon as you can.”

“Fuck- okay, I’ll be right there,” you respond, hanging up in the next second to focus on pulling on your clothes. You have a feeling this break-in relates to the clones, and an unsettling feeling builds in your gut.

Hopping into your car once you’re finished getting ready, you speed to the compound. You barely make it ten steps through the door when both Sehun and Baekhyun are surrounding you.

“Where were you?” Sehun asks, voice firm as he walks beside you.

“Yeah, and why weren’t you answering your phone?” Baekhyun reprimands you.

“I was sleeping in, I had a rough night,” you reply gruffly.

“We thought you would have come to work with Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol’s voice sounds from your left and you notice he’s joined the three of you.

“I told him to go ahead without me, but I didn’t think something like this would happen,” you sigh, shaking your head slightly.

Reaching the main area, the three of you quickly make your way over to where everyone is standing, looking over some files on the table.

“Brief me,” you command once you reach the edge of the table.

All eyes turn to you now, as you wait for someone to start speaking.

“The compound was broken into last night,” Junmyeon begins to say.

“Yeah, that much I know,” you nod. “What are the details?”

It’s at this moment that you notice both Jongin and Jongdae are missing from the table.

“It looks like both Chen and Kai broke in last night and stole some of our supplies,” Minseok says. “Both Jongdae and Jongin are in for questioning at the moment, hence why they’re not here.”

“Yeah, took my favourite pair of rapiers,” Baekhyun mumbles.

“Along with some tracking equipment and tech supplies,” Yixing frowns at him.

“You don’t think-“

“That’s exactly what we think,” Chanyeol confirms your thoughts by cutting you off.

“It’s what I would do,” Junmyeon admits, and you notice the other three nodding along with him in agreement. “Infiltrate and gather the best supplies to get the target.”

“What else?” You question, exhaling a long breath as you close your eyes briefly.

“They broke into your office,” Kyungsoo states and your eyes fling open.

“They did what?” Your harsh gaze meets Kyungsoo’s and he simply raises a brow at you.

“It doesn’t look like they took anything though,” Baekhyun adds, moving over to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

However, before he can make contact, you're turning around and speeding down the hallways until you reach your office. Flinging the door open you rush inside, the others following close behind. Rummaging through your bottom drawer, you pop the hidden compartment to pull out a small locked box.

You briefly make eye contact with Kyungsoo as you enter your code to unlock the box. Only two other people know the combination to this box besides you, and one of them is standing in this room.

You can feel the curious stares of your teammates on you as you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You hear the lock click open.

Ever so slowly, you open the lid to the box and your breath hitches in your throat. With wide eyes, you pull out a small piece of paper.

Your hands are shaking a you slowly unfurl the note. Whether it’s from anger, confusion, or from being this upset, you do not know. Once it’s opened, your eyes scan the words written on the page.

We’re taking this to ensure your motivation. If you want it, come and claim it.

Throwing the note onto your desk, you stand up quickly, your desk chair slamming into the wall behind you from the force. Your hands grip the side of your desk so hard, you swear you hear the wood crack slightly from the pressure. There’s only one other person who knows of this box and of its importance to you. Your breathing picks up as a fire lights behind your eyes, his name passing as a growl from your lips.

Jongdae.

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National Dog Day

No one can win hearts like man’s best friend and in honor of this bond between man and canine, Dog Day is celebrated.

Take time to appreciate the love and value that dogs bring to our daily lives, and to do your bit for homeless and abused dogs the world over. From keeping us safe working for the emergency services to supporting people who are blind, deaf, or disabled, dogs do a lot for us humans, and this is an opportunity to give something back.

Learn about Dog Day

No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich.

Dog Day has been created so that all breeds of dogs are celebrated; mixed and pure. The day helps to galvanize the public so that they can recognise the number of dogs that must be rescued on a yearly basis, from pure breed rescuers, rescues, and public shelters.

The day is all about paying tribute to these incredible animals who work selflessly to bring comfort, keep us safe, and save lives. Every day, these animals put their lives on the line. There are dogs that protect our safety and freedom by detecting drugs and bombs, as well as those that pull victims from wreckages and tragic situations. Plus, we have dogs for the disabled, blind, and law enforcement. From these heroic dogs to our family friends, these dogs hold special places in our lives, and so it is only right that we honor them.

Amazing facts about dogs

Let’s take a look at some incredible facts about dogs to help you get a better understanding of these amazing creatures. Did you know, for example, that the most successful hunter in the world is the African Hunting Dog? These dogs are successful in 50 to 70 percent of their hunts. They even hold the Guinness World Record for it. Another Guinness World Record goes to the Saluki for being the oldest dog breed. This breed actually dates back to 329BC. Back then, in Ancient Egypt, these dogs were kept as Royal Pets. There are rumors that this breed can be traced back even further, as there are carvings located in the South of Iraq of a dog that looks very much like this breed and they can be dated back to 7,000 BC. Pretty incredible, right?

Did you know that dogs have three eyelids? This is something a lot of people do not realize about their furry friends. The third lid is a nictitating membrane, which is known as a haw. It is important for ensuring the eye is lubricated and protected. There are also some distinct features that are associated with specific breeds of dogs. For instance, Shar-Peis and Chow Chows have black tongues. Also, 30 percent of Dalmatians are deaf in one ear. Also, did you know that if a cheetah and a greyhound were to go head-to-head in a long-distance race, a greyhound would win? This is because greyhounds boast exceptional long-distance speeds. They can keep up a pace of 35mph for as long as seven miles.

Inspiring hero dogs

It is only right that we give a mention to some of the world’s most inspiring hero dogs in honor of Dog Day. In fact, this is something that we like to do every Dog Day – read up about tales where dogs have done incredible things – and we recommend that you do the same too. It can be incredibly eye-opening and very heartwarming.

Let’s begin with Killian, a Labrador Retriever who saved his little friend from prolonged abuse. Jordan and Benjamin Hope had hired a babysitter for their son after spending some time online researching. They were so confident with their selection that they decided to hire the babysitter for five months. However, Alexis Khan was not the incredible babysitter she made out to be. She would slap the baby and constantly scold him. The abuse would have gone on for at least five months if their dog, Killian, did not warn the couple. Whenever the babysitter would arrive, Killian would stick close to the baby and display aggressive behavior toward the babysitter. It caused concern, and the parents decided they would hide an iPhone underneath the sofa to record what was going on. This revealed everything, and if it was not for Killian, they would never have known.

Another amazing story is about a Golden Retriever called Toby. When his owner, Debbie Parkhurst, got a big chunk of apple lodged in her throat, she couldn’t get it out and had to beat her own chest to try and dislodge the apple, but to no avail. Her two-year-old Golden Retriever noticed her despair, and jumped up and down on her stomach to force the apple out, saving her life! There are plenty of other stories just like this only, so we definitely recommend giving them a read. You will be amazed.

History of Dog Day

The love of a dog is a pure thing. He gives you a trust which is total. You must not betray it.

You may be wondering who started this incredible day, and we have Colleen Paige to thank for it. Collen is an Animal Advocate and a Pet & Family Lifestyle Expert. The day marks the date she adopted her first family dog, Sheltie. The day has been adopted around the world, and it is even written into legislation in New York, showing just how important it is.

How to celebrate Dog Day

Recommendations for ways to celebrate Dog Day range from adopting a dog from a rescue home to giving your dog a holistic spa treatment or even buying yourself and your dog matching t-shirts.

The National Dog Day Foundation supports all breeds and varieties of dogs and discourages purchasing from unethical backyard breeders and puppy mills; instead, support reputable breeders or adopt from rescue homes.

Dog Day has been supported by such high profile individuals as former US President George W Bush whose own dog, Barney the Scottish terrier has his own website and has even starred in a series of short films. So celebrate dogs and their varied talents today, both by taking the time to treat the dogs in your own life and by supporting dogs in need.

You can also celebrate Dog Day by making a donation to an animal charity of your choice. You will probably find that you have a local dog charity or shelter in your local area. All you need to do is a quick search online, and you will discover more about the amazing charities out there that are doing incredible work. There are charities and rescue shelters for dogs without a home, as well as organizations that organize dogs for the deaf, as well as therapy dogs and guide dogs. Making a donation to one of these organizations can make a massive difference.

Of course, you may decide that the best way to do this is to fundraise. In order to fundraise, you purely need an idea that gets everyone involved so that awareness and money can be made. It does not have to be a complicated idea. This is why fun runs and bake sales are so effective. You simply need to make sure that you have something that the community can really get behind. Alternatively, you could decide to take on a challenge and ask people to sponsor you, such as a skydive or walking a certain distance. The options are endless.

It is worth mentioning that fundraising does not have to involve an event of any kind. There are plenty of other ways you can fundraise. For example, you may decide to get a T-shirt personalized and sell them. This could be a T-shirt with some sort of animal quote on it in honor of Dog Day. you could then donate all of the proceeds, or at least a percentage of them, to a dog charity or organization of your choosing.

It is not all about donating money, either. There are a lot of organizations that would appreciate your time just as much. Why not spend the day working with an animal charity or organization? If you are going to be able to donate more of your time in the future, we are sure that this would be greatly appreciated.

Needless to say, another great way to honor Dog Day would be to give a dog a home that really needs it. Your life really does change once you have a dog, and for the better! However, bringing a dog into the family is not for everyone and you may feel that you are not at the stage in your life whereby this is right for you. Plus, you may simply not be able to. Some landlords, for example, do not allow their tenants to have any pets in their homes. If this is the case, why not sponsor a dog instead? By doing this, you will donate a small amount of money per week or month and in return you will help to provide a dog with the home they deserve. You will get updates throughout the year so that you know what your money is going towards and how your dog is doing.

Another great way to spend Dog Day is by watching a dog movie. There are so many great films about dogs, so you should have no trouble finding one that you have not watched before. One of our favorites is the old-classic Old Yeller. If you have not seen this before, we definitely recommend watching it. It is an exemplary coming of age tale. You will go on an emotional journey as you understand the incredible bond between humans and their furry best friends. Of course, you can go for something more fun and less tear-jerking, such as 101 Dalmations. Some other films that we recommend looking into include Heart Of A Dog, Wallace & Gromit: The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit, Lassie Come Home, Lady And The Tramp, Lassie, Isle Of Dogs, Togo, My Dog Tulip, Bolt, Sounder, The Incredible Journey, and Megan Leavey. The latter is about the bond between a young marine corporal and how she saves lives because of the bond she has with her military combat dog. It’s a great movie, and there are many, many more, so get the popcorn in and spend the day binging on some dog films.

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ashisbaeee · 4 years

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Her Part 11

a/n: hello lovelies, my goodness, it has been forever since I’ve last been on here and more importantly since updated this series. thank you all so much for being so understanding and patient for my absence, I greatly appreciate it.

here is the long awaited part 11, I truly hope you all enjoy it and that it was worth the wait.💗as always, your feedback is greatly appreciated, I love hearing what you guys think of the chapter.

sorry for any errors

word count: 4.1k(eek!)

italics are Y/N’s thoughts

for those who are interested, I will have the previous parts here:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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Shock, disbelief coursed through you, completely taking over your frame. What was once your cozy home became uncomfortable, wishing you were still out, albeit your feet were killing you, anywhere else than your quiet home and away from him. You could feel his eyes on you, but you dared not look. You had glued your eyes to the ground; wishing this was some terrible dream. You didn’t need this, not right now. If you were being frank, this was possibly the worst time as he will eventually take in your full appearance, your bump in full display. You never wanted to see his face now and certainly not ever. This wouldn’t be good for you, and ultimately, this wouldn’t be good for the baby. Stood right smack in the middle was the last person on earth you prayed you’d never see again. Shock and anger coursed through you. You could feel your heart racing, your breathing was becoming erratic. You noticed your quickened heartbeat; you could feel it pulsing in your carotid arteries, you were beginning to get a massive migraine and you were becoming a bit nauseous. The room started to spin, it was as if you were back in your first trimester of pregnancy again.

Quick, let me find a garbage can in the event I hurl my guts out.

You pushed that thought to the back of your mind as you took in the man that broke your heart invading your home. And how your sister let him in?! She must have been out of her damn mind. No good was to come out of this. But that was a discussion for a later time.

What is he doing here?! You exclaimed.

“Please Y/N, let me explain” your sister pleads.

“Then get to it” you spoke, your patience gone the moment you stepped foot into your home.

“I saw him while I was at the grocery store. Actually, he saw me and approached me.”

“That doesn’t explain as to how he got here. Meeting at the grocery store doesn’t lead into coming into my home” you interjected.

“I’m getting to that part, so please, just listen” she spoke, while he stood silent a few feet from the both of you.

“He came up to me and asked me how you were doing. Before I could even respond, he said he had seen you with me. He knew that we were both around the area as he had seen pictures of us”

“Pictures from where?!”you interrupted yet again, but you didn’t care.

“Uh, a fan had sent them to me” finally, the man had broken his silence.

Your head snapped so quickly you were surprised it didn’t crack or something possibly worse.

“What??!! A fan?! A fan! How on earth did they even get a picture? Explain”

“A fan had seen you a couple times, or at least that’s what she told me. She sent the pictures-- err- she sent me DMs of you both via Instagram, and this isn’t the first time she has DMed me. One day, as I quickly scrolled passed through my DMs, your name caught my eye. Without thinking, I clicked on the message and that was when I saw your pictures, it was a picture of you smiling. I thought it was a joke, some skilled photoshop or something. My curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t bear the unknown and the ‘what ifs’ and I was driving myself lad so I think a couple of days later, I sent her a message asking where she saw you. Which brings us to where we are now”

“So she freely sent you the town I’m at?!”

“Well, uhm, yeah. Uh. Yes, she did. Please, calm down”

“I can’t calm down” your voice rising.

“I don’t get why you’re so angry”

Oh hell no. He did not just say that.

“Angry? Want to know why I’m so angry? It’s because what she did was an invasion of privacy?”

“You know, out of all the people in this room, I should be the one that’s angry. Angry that you left me without a trace. How you deliberately went to all extents to erase yourself from the world. You went completely ghost on me. You went to great lengths to make sure that I would never be able to find you ever again. Do you know how sick and worried I was? I didn’t know if you were okay and there was no way for me to find out. God forbid something happened to you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Knowing or not knowing if you were okay or not killed me. So yeah, I am angry, and understandably so” his voice matching yours.

“When did you feel that? When did all those emotions hit you? Huh? Please, enlighten me. Right after I did everything I could to ensure you would never find me again? Don’t act like you cared since the beginning. Clearly you did not care that day when you and the group realized a whole while later that you had left me at the Jimmy Kimmel studio. I get that you were so excited for the movie, trust me, I understand but it really seemed like the movie mattered more than me. Not to sound jealous or anything. But really, I felt like I was invisible and in my opinion, it seemed like a total waste of time and money flying out to you, and that day was a total wake up call; I got your message, loud and clear. A part of me thinks that maybe you’ve never really cared for me, uh, but only you know that answer. But it seems like you have a lot to say, so by all means, Tom, please, entertain me, since I clearly don’t have anything else better to do” the sarcasm clearly evident in your tone. “You were so preoccupied with the movie and talking about the love scenes and all the places you were all about to visit, how it was working alongside Jake Gyllenhaal, that of course you’d forget me. It was as if I was never there, I felt invisible. Like I was an afterthought, it was stupid of me to think that I mattered to you. I regret flying out to see you, that is time and money I can’t take back”

“Oh stop that, don’t be dumb” he says exasperatedly.

Just as you were about to reply, you stopped in your tracks. Your pent up anger greatly affecting you and ultimately the baby too, all of your emotions consuming your entire being that you felt sharp pains running at your side. It was as if someone had ran up to you and stabbed you in your ribs. You kneel to the ground clutching the right side of your body as you hunch over in pain. Your sister notices your sudden moves and rushes to your side, she tries to calm you down, and tells you to do some deep breathing exercises but you can’t, the pain was too unbearable.

You ended up changing positions and curled yourself into a fetal position as you clutched your side. You were in agony, the pain was so excruciating that you started crying. Panic courses to all three of you. Seeing you in this state killed him. If there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you in pain and upset; and here you were, feeling both. Something was definitely wrong. He and your sister decided to take you to the hospital. He offers to drive while your sister tries to help you calm down and relax. Instinctively, he scoops you up from where you were and carried you bridal style; he carries you into the backseat of the car and buckles you up. While waiting for your sister, he quickly typed the nearest hospital address in his phone GPS, and in a matter of seconds, he got the car up and running and began his route.

You could feel yourself profusely sweating. Your body was shaking uncontrollably, assuming that you were becoming hypothermic because of this added stress, your body’s defense mechanism in complete overdrive. Your heart was racing, as you put your index and middle finger in the inner aspect of your wrist, just below your left thumb, you felt the pulsations. Your pulse was bounding, you couldn’t even count your heartbeat, it was just beating erratically.

It must be somewhere in the 150s or higher. Who knows. Baby, I hope you’re alright in there. We are on our way to the hospital. I truly hope and pray that you’re not in any distress, I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you, I don’t know what I’d do if I find out you aren’t okay. I can’t bear the thought of possibly losing you. God knows what I would do if I find out you aren’t okay. Please, baby, mommy’s begging you, please be okay, for You thought to yourself, as a few tears fell, ultimately landing on your sweater.

It felt like forever, but you finally arrived at the hospital. Tom pulled into the entrance to the Emergency Department and quickly ran in to get help. Within minutes you saw 3 people running towards the car with a stretcher. They assisted you into the stretcher safely and brought you in, Tom rushing alongside you all, matching the strides of the hospital staff and your sister in tow. Immediately you were brought into your room and you were hooked up to the monitors. More staff came in to get an IV line inserted as well get blood and urine samples for routine testing. They took off the sweater you were wearing and quickly put on a hospital gown. They realized you were expecting, so they planned to get the OB resident involved in your case.

Everything and everyone was moving rather quickly, you began to feel dizzy again. Without warning, you started to vomit. Your fight or flight instincts kicking into maximum overdrive, your body’s internal homeostasis all out of whack. You assume that this was your body’s weird way of dealing with this distress.

If there was one thing you got from this pregnancy, it was that stress plus your body was not a good mix. You got extremely ill whenever your body’s homeostasis was out of the norm. Your body’s way of dealing with the stress/situation at hand.

In the midst of your body retching, getting rid of all the contents of your stomach, you happened to muster up enough energy to look up at the monitor. Heart rate 198, Blood pressure 180/120. Holy shit. One of the nurses had hooked up an external fetal monitor to your bump; the alarms were going off as soon as it turned on, as per the monitor, your baby’s heart rate was 175. That was out of the norm; normal fetal heart rate is 120-160. How you were still awake and conscious and aware of your surroundings was beyond you. A person with those vital signs usually pass out, goes into cardiac arrest or have a stroke. They were then immediately intubated, had a foley catheter and had a central line inserted instead of just a peripheral line and whisked into the critical care unit. It was almost shocking that you hadn’t passed out or lose consciousness. You’ve seen it happen countless times, I guess you were one of the rare cases.

You end up passing out. While you are unconscious, he meets up with your sister and the doctors, your sister informed him that she got in contact with your parents and that they were on their way.

The doctors waited for your parents to arrive before leading you all into a private room to talk about their plan once all the test results come in. After discussing your plan of care, they brought him into your room, and that, at that moment, was when he took in your appearance. That was when he saw your bump, you’re pregnant.

Had it really been that long since he last saw you? So many thoughts ran rampant in his mind. Who was the baby’s father? Will he be coming to meet up with your family? Will he sit beside you and wait until you woke up? His consuming thoughts elicited the pain he worked so hard to suppress. The love of his life was having a baby with someone that was not him. His lifelong dream to marry you and start a family with was shattered; now becoming his worst nightmare. In just a short time, he would come face to face with the lucky man who now has you.

After some time, you wake up. Your family rushed to your side and held you tightly, relieved that you regained consciousness. He stood in the back of the room and watched the moment.

You were consumed with talking with your parents that you didn’t realize he left the room. He leaves and heads to the nurse’s station to alert them that you’ve woken up.

He comes in to let your parents know that your nurse was paging the residents to let them know you were awake. As he spoke, he dared not look at your direction. He maintained eye contact with your parents. As you lie in bed, you took in his image. Never in a million years did you think you would bump into him again. After all this time, he managed to stay the same. The same lanky, curly headed fool that you were once in love with. You could see the look on his face; the look of heartbrokenness, mixed with him being a little more pale than usual. He looked so hurt, so empty. Every single one of your family members felt it too. They knew that it wasn’t their business, but just like everyone else(everyone that mattered), they loved and shipped the idea of you both, and seeing the two of you apart and so broken, broke them too.

He whispered something to them and left your room.

It had been quite some time and he still had not returned to your room. Worried, you send your sister to look for him, or at least see if he was okay, or if he had left(again), without saying goodbye.

She obliges to your wish and leaves your room. About 100 feet from your room, she sees his frame in one of the chairs. He sat in one of the chairs in the hospital waiting room, his hands brought up to his face. As your sister made her way to the seat beside him, she rested her hand on his shoulder. Shocked at the action, he looks up. With flushed cheeks and red eyes, he locked eyes with hers. She couldn’t help it, it wasn’t long before she started crying too.

“How is she doing?”

“She seems okay, she’s talking to mom and dad right now. She was wondering where you went, so she sent me to find you. Are you going to go back?”

“N-no, I don’t think so. I don’t think that’ll be good for her. I think it is best that I leave, please send her my regards and well wishes; also, please tell her I send my congratulations, she’s going to be such an amazing mother. I’ve never doubted that, not in the slightest bit. She was always so good with kids” his voice quivered, the agony clearly evident.

“I know it’s hard, but please. Just go in, I’m sure she would like to see you and thank you for taking her here. What do you have to lose?”

He sat silent, contemplating his decisions.

What does he have to lose?

“Okay, I’ll go in”

Content with his answer, she nods her head.

“Y/S/N, can I ask you something? Is, is, she still angry? Is she still upset about what happened? I want to explain myself, but I don’t know if that will do more harm than good. Things clearly did not go as I had hoped it would earlier today, I mean come on, look where it landed us- I mean her, and her baby. I don’t want to stress her out any more. She doesn’t need that, she needs to focus on getting better, for herself and the baby. I am afraid to ask her, but what is she having? A boy or girl?”

“I don’t know, really. I don’t, I, I uh haven’t asked her. I feel like it’s none of my business, y’know? Like I don’t want to bring it up and upset her or something. Try and see if she’s willing to listen, you honestly never know unless you ask and try again. Anyways, she’s having a girl. We are all so excited. I swear, the baby isn’t born yet but she’s already so spoiled. I can’t even imagine how it’ll be when she’s actually here”

“Uhm, yeah, maybe I’ll ask her. I’m going to take it one step at a time”

She gets up from her seat and waits for him. It wasn’t long before they arrived back into your room.

She enters first and takes her seat right by your parents. He shuts the door and stands in his original spot.

You knew you needed to have a conversation with him, to continue with the conversation you both had before coming to the ED.

Your whole family sensed some kind of tension in the air. They figured you both needed to have this conversation, even though both parties were hesitant.

Your parents tell you that they were going to grab some dinner and needed your sister to come along with them, making up an excuse really, so that you and him were left with no choice but to talk. It was a long time coming. Well needed too.

The three of them left, leaving you and him. You could feel the awkwardness in the air.

You figured he was going to leave.

“Do-do you want me to keep you company until they return?” he finally spoke

“Uh, it’s up to you. You can leave if you want. I’ll be okay, I’m hooked to the monitors, so the doctors and nurses on the unit can keep an eye out on me. If anything happens, they have everyone’s numbers, so they’ll get in contact with them. You must be exhausted”

“Actually, I’m okay. But if you want me to leave so you can rest, I can. Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow, if you want me to”

“I’m actually okay too. If you want to come by again tomorrow, you can. Uh, I. Uh, I, I just want to say thank you. Y’know, for taking me here”

“Y-yeah, of-of course. I’m sorry; for what I said earlier. You’re not dumb, not in the slightest”

“I’m sorry too”

“Can we talk?”

“I thought that was what we were doing?”

“I mean, like talk, talk”

“About?”

“Us. About everything”

You remained silent.

He took this opportunity to explain himself. When else was he going to have the chance to do so?

Your sister’s words replaying in his head.

“I know there are no sorries in this world can truly express how terrible I feel about what happened and what I did. I’m sorry it took me getting to the hotel to realize your absence. I’m sorry I didn’t come back sooner. Sorry that I didn’t try hard enough to find you. How I’ve let you in an unknown place by yourself. Because of what I did I missed out on what was the biggest day of your life. I would have loved to have been there on your graduation day, cheering for you from the stands because I am so unbelievably proud of you. All of your hard work, blood, sweat and tears paid off. If I could go back in time and change everything, I would. I would do so in a heartbeat, because that shouldn’t have happened” he sobs.

Tears pool in your eyes as well. This was a long time coming. As much as you hated the idea, it needed to be done, for both your sakes.

“I can never blame you. That, this, is your career. This is what you’re meant to do in this life. This is your calling. Who am I to ever take that away from you? You worked so tirelessly and so hard to get to where you are now. You are so passionate in everything that you do, and that movie was no different. It definitely showed, it was a really good movie. Look, it’s in the past now, I’ve moved on. I’ve accepted it, and I’m okay.. And I think you should stop beating yourself up for what happened and carry on. Don’t be too hard on yourself” you spoke, your voice barely a whisper.

“I can’t. I just can’t” he whimpered.

Silence.

“So Y/S/N told me you’re having a baby girl. Congratulations. You are going to be such an incredible mom, I’ve seen you with kids, you are such a natural... Did you find a name for her yet?”

“Uh, thank you, yes I did. Her name is Arielle Rose”

“That such a lovely name, darling”

Darling. His favorite term of endearment for you.

“Uh, I’m sorry. It just slipped” he says, trying to save himself from the uncomfortableness.

Oh how you’ve missed that name.

“uhm, thanks”

Great, now things are awkward again. Ugh.

“So, is your boyfriend on his way?”

“What boyfriend?”

“The baby’s father, is he on his way?”

“No. He doesn’t exist”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know”

“It’s fine. Yeah no, he will not be a part of her life. I know she’ll probably ask when she is older, but we will cross that mountain when the time comes”

“I know it’s none of my business, but did something happen?”

“Just as you said, it is none of your business; but we just didn’t work out, that’s all”

Y/N, tell him the truth. He deserves to know. He has the right to know, he is the father. Even though things fell apart between you both, you need to not be selfish and not rob her of her father and his amazing family.

“I’m sorry”

“Yeah”

Just as you were about to speak, a knock caught both your attentions.

The OB doctor as well as your nurse came in. They told you that you were going to be admitted for the night for observation. They asked if you needed anything else from them before they left, shaking your head and reminded you for like the hundredth time that night that if you needed anything to press the red button in the remote and a staff would be in to assist you.

You thanked them as they proceeded out the door.

“So how far along are you?”

“6 months” “Did you have your gender reveal or baby shower yet?”

“My sister and I are actually planning my gender reveal. My parents don’t know. We are supposed to have it in about 2 weeks”

“Oh that sounds great, how are you revealing?”

“With pink balloons inside of a huge white box, after the countdown, we will untie the strings and the top of the box will open, revealing and releasing the balloons. The color theme is pink, blue and white, we are planning to have different things and foods that are pink and blue to see which one each guest thinks I am having and games where people can guess what I’m having”

“That sounds like so much fun”

“Yeah, it does. I can’t wait. In a way, I just want it to be over, this was beyond stressful trying to plan. I think I need to make a mental note of this for her first birthday party” you let out a small laugh.

He locks eyes with you and smiles.

He saw how tired you looked, and opted to pause the conversation, you needed to rest. Pleased with how your conversation went. He still had some questions, but decided that he will defer them to a later time.

He shut the light off and told you to take it easy. He told you that he would stay with you until your family came back. He greeted you goodnight and tucked you in.

You thanked him once again and began to drift off.

You woke up in the middle of the night and saw him asleep beside you. He rested his head at the foot of your bed. You were surprised to see him, you thought he would be long gone, assuming that your sister or your mom was going to spend the night with you.

The exhaustion clearly taking its full effect on your body, your eyes barely staying open, even in just that mere moment. You pulled your blanket up to your neck as you rested your head back on your pillow, welcoming your slumber again.

G’night, Tom.

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Caught in a Riptide

Summary: After the infamous Count Dracula is discovered and taken into custody by the Jonathan Harker Foundation, former nun and now guardian to her young niece, Zoe, Agatha Van Helsing is tasked with keeping tabs on the vampire after a mishap leads to his release into modern day society. Can Agatha remain levelheaded, or will fate turn her onto a new path?

Pairing: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rated: M

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A/N: Hooray! Another update this week! Thanks for all of the support! I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! It fuels my writing fingers! Here we go! -Jen

Chapter Five

Agatha stood at the entrance of her bedroom, the length of her nightgown falling just below her knees. There was an unnatural chill in the air so cold that the woman could see puffs of white mist every time she exhaled. Had the thermostat somehow broke? Hugging her arms to her chest, she made her way down the dark hall.

The wooden floorboards creaked with each step as she walked as quietly as she could. Zoe was sure to be asleep at this hour. Whatever time it actually was. Darkness trailed behind her as her eyes struggled to adjust to the lack of light. Right as she made it to the device, she heard an odd noise. A scurrying sound.

"Zoe?"

The woman turned to look behind her just in time to catch a glimpse of a pair of legs disappearing around the corner. Agatha frowned and abandoned her current mission to follow what she assumed to be her niece.

"Zoe, this isn't funny."

Her voice was stern as she called out to the girl. When she stepped forward, something wet and warm made contact with her foot. Agatha glanced down at what appeared to be some dark liquid. Her stomach knotted. Blood? Was it blood? Was Zoe injured?

"Zoe?!"

Now there was panic in her tone as she moved at a much faster pace towards the girl's room. The door was already ajar. Something sat hunched over, a strange gurgling noise escaping from its throat. Against her better judgement, Agatha stepped forward, an arm extended.

"Zoe…"

The figure suddenly whipped around and to her horror, Agatha was met by the dead body of her brother. His throat ripped to near shreds. The creature rose and stared at the former nun with such ferocity. Such hunger. Feral. Zoe. Or what had once been Zoe. Her fangs dripped with crimson as her unrecognizable stare locked with Agatha's eyes. With a howl, the vampire girl lunged towards Agatha knocking her against the wall. Sharp fingers dug into her flesh and the former nun could only watch in terror as the child reared up and…

Agatha sat up with a start in her bed. Panting, she looked around her, hands immediately flying to her neck. She scanned the room, heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. It was a dream. Nothing more than a nightmare. Only a night terror. Sighing, she settled back down and gazed up at the empty ceiling. She now knew what she had to do.

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"If you see anything you like, I'd be happy to take it out so you can have a closer look!"

The jeweler smiled brightly as Agatha stared intently through the glass case and at the necklaces within. Hearts. Dolphins. Tiny charms. It wasn't until her eyes landed on a tiny, silver cross with a single turquoise gem in the middle that she paused. It was perfect-even having Zoe's birthstone at that.

"How much for the cross?" She inquired, finally looking up to meet the salesman's eyes.

"Fifty quid," he replied simply. "But for you, forty five."

The way he was watching her made Agatha feel uncomfortable, but she pushed the thought aside. She just needed to get the necklace and be on her way. It was for Zoe's own good, of course. Besides, the little girl had a thing for trinkets. Even if she didn't understand the true purpose of it, she'd like it.

"I'll take it," Agatha said as she reached for her wallet. "It's just what I was looking for."

"Good choice." The jeweler exclaimed as he went to wrap it up. "Gift?"

"It's for my niece." Agatha replied. And that was as much information as he needed to know. "It doesn't need to be fancy."

"Never too early to start them on the path to Christ." The man chuckled, shaking his head. And Agatha hummed in response, taking the bag before handing over the money. "Thanks for your business! I hope she loves it!"

Loves it. No, Agatha hoped it'd keep her safe. As she made her way back to her car, her mind kept assaulting her with the visions of her previous nightmare. Undead Zoe. The innocent, sweet little girl turned into a grotesque monster surviving on the blood of the living. And the body of her late brother. It had been awhile since he'd haunted her dreams. Shaking her head, Agatha went to sit in the driver's side when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Good morning. I recognize it's your day off, but I need you to come in. -Bloxham

Agatha felt the familiar feeling of anger begin to bubble in her chest. That was a sensation she was starting to associate with the scientist. First it was the lack of security that could've ultimately endangered her niece's life. Then, of course, being tasked with keeping watch on Count Dracula himself. What more could the woman squeeze out of her.

Is it important? I have plans. -Agatha

It was a lie and her boss was quick to pick up on it.

I rang your house first and spoke to Zoe's sitter. Unless it is an emergency, I need you to come in now. Thank you. -Bloxham.

Muttering a slur of curse words to herself, Agatha thrust the bag a little too aggressively into the seat next to her and pulled out into the parking lot. At least if Jack was there, she could return his phone. But if Bloxham was dragging her all the way back to the Foundation, there would be more of a discussion on her part.

Had the scientist been aware of how close Dracula's living quarters were to residence? Was it the plan all along? Agatha chewed on the inside of her cheek, tasting the salty, copper blood as she sped down the road. She detested not being in control of situations.

"Agatha!"

There was the sound of relief in Jack's voice as he hurried over to her the moment she skidded into a parking space. She got out, now regretting injuring the sensitive skin inside of her mouth. Before even greeting him, she dug out his phone from her purse. He looked at her first in confusion and then in gratitude.

"He had it." Those were the first words out of her mouth. "Dracula."

"What…" Jack stumbled, his brow knitting in disbelief. "But how? I had it…" Quickly, he unlocked his device, scanning and flipping through his contacts and texts. When nothing seemed amiss, he sighed. "Thank you," the doctor breathed. "How'd you get…"

"The Count decided to pay a surprise visit to my house." Agatha said through her teeth as they began to walk towards the entrance of the institution. "Zoe was kind enough to invite him inside. Did you know only the person who lets him in can make him leave?! I sure didn't!" The former nun let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "How was your night, Jack? Uneventful, I hope?"

"Well, I...went to a club." Jack stated, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Saw Lucy and some friends there."

"Oh?" Agatha looked over at him with interest. She had heard of the name before. Lucy. Even caught a quick glimpse of her on Jack's phone. A gorgeous girl to say the least. "And how did that go?" Had he finally found the courage to ask her on a proper date? Jack was shy, but he was a good lad. Any woman would be lucky to have him. "Did you get to talk to her?"

The lack of an immediate reply said it all. "She's...she's actually getting married." The doctor replied quietly. "To some block named Quincey. It's only been a few months. He's from Texas. But she seems happy. That's what's important right?" Jack smiled as he spoke, but Agatha could see the pain in his eyes. "It's all I'd ever want for her anyway."

Agatha considered a few things. Telling Jack that he could do better, that Lucy wasn't worth it. That she'd realize soon enough that she made a mistake. Perhaps it wasn't too late and she'd run back into the doctor's arms. But she decided against all of them and instead placed a comforting hand on his back. Their eyes met and she shared a sympathetic look. After that, they walked in silence the rest of the way.

"You arrived sooner than I expected."

Bloxham eyed the former nun with an expression that lacked enthusiasm as she and Jack entered into the woman's office. A large, burly man stood off to the side. Agatha didn't recognize him right off the bat. Perhaps he was new. A security guard of some sort?

"Dr. Seward, Agatha Van Helsing, I'd like to introduce you to Commander Irving, he'll be joining our team." The man stepped forward and held out a hand. Agatha took it and her joints nearly cracked at his tight grip. "Since Count Dracula's unfortunate release, we've called upon another means of...surveillance. Someone to have an upperhand in case a situation goes awry."

"Another as in…" Jack ventured, sounding uncertain as he met Bloxham's cool gaze. "Someone outside of the Harker Foundation?"

"I don't like the use of the word violence nor to suggest its use. But if something were to happen, Commander Irving and his men will provide that extra assistance we need." She gave a small smile, but it was far from friendly. "But if all proves well with Agatha, there should be no problems."

"Actually, on that subject. I have a question myself if I'm allowed to speak." Agatha finally cut in, her tone edging on fury. "Was anyone aware that Count Dracula was to be placed near my house? Where I live with my young niece?"

"Life is unpredictable, Agatha," Bloxham responded simply. "It just happened to work out that way between our agreement and that bloody lawyer of his. I'm sorry if it is an inconvenience to you."

"An inconvenience?!" Now she was getting defensive. "He was in my house last night!"

"Oh, so you are already becoming well acquainted?" The scientist inquired, looking rather pleased by this new information. "Well, this is good news seeing as I had a word with Mr. Frank Renfield and Count Dracula is more than happy to meet with you tonight at his flat." She held up a hand before Agatha could protest. "Your safety is of our utmost concern and I can assure you that the vampire has already been well fed and has vocalized his intentions are not to harm you."

"You can't seriously be okay with this!" Jack spoke up, Agatha impressed by the mere fact he was defending her. "Putting her life at risk! Be reasonable, Dr. Bloxham!"

"Agatha agreed to this when she joined the Jonathan Harker Foundation," the woman replied firmly.

"But-" The doctor tried to counter before the former nun cut in.

"It's okay, Jack. I can handle myself against Count Dracula just fine." Her expression was dark, threatening as she locked eyes with Bloxham. "I'm looking forward to our visit. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Splendid," the other woman smiled. "I look forward to your report, Agatha. Have a lovely evening, won't you?"

XXX

"Wow! It's so pretty! And it's mine?!"

Zoe beamed up at her aunt from where she sat on her bed as Agatha undid the clasp and hooked the necklace around the girl's neck. The seven year old studied the cross between her fingers, running her thumb across the small stone. The former nun watched her with a small smile.

"Yes." She said as Zoe laid back underneath her covers. "And I want you to wear it always. Never take it off, okay?"

"Why?" The young girl questioned as she fiddled with the symbol. "Is it special?"

"That's one way to put it, I suppose." Agatha chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the girl's forehead. "Look, I have to go out tonight. Mrs. Avery will be staying with you, okay? You won't even notice I'm gone. When you wake up in the morning for school, I'll be there making breakfast."

"Where are you going?" Agatha had never met anyone who asked so many questions. "Can't I come too?"

"No." And Zoe frowned at this. "I have something to do with work. You have to be up early tomorrow and besides, it's boring." She booped Zoe's nose and the girl scrunched her features. "Get some rest and be good for Mrs. Avery. No sneaking out for cookies or for cartoons. I'll know."

"How?" The little girl whispered in awe.

"Because a Van Helsing always knows." She smiled as she kissed her niece once more. "Goodnight, Zoe. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Aunt Aggie," Zoe yawned, cuddling up under her sheets. "Nighty night."

As she crept out of the room, Agatha glanced one last time at her niece. Her smile slowly gave way into a frown as she closed the door behind her. Last night her nightmare had merely been a dream, but now she was about to enter into one in the real world. Taking a deep breath, Agatha made her way towards the front door.

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If she were to be quite honest, Agatha Van Helsing wasn't sure what she expected. A castle. A cave that spewed a cauldron of bats when she drew close. But instead stood a simple, but tasteful building. Nothing menacing about it. At least from the outside. Gripping onto her purse, she made her way up the flights of stairs and to the door.

"It's unlocked."

The voice surprised her and she twisted around expecting to see someone standing from behind. Yet she was alone. Confused, she grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. What met her eyes first was a large room, dark in color-really no surprise there. In the center lay a long, wooden table. Something one might see at a large banquet or feast.

"I was beginning to worry you wouldn't come."

Dracula strode into view from the shadows nearly startling Agatha. He smiled at her, his hands gripping what appeared to be a wine bottle. At least she hoped that's what it was. She eyed the single glass on the table, the corners of her lips twitching into a small frown.

"You seemed like a red to me, but if you prefer white, I suppose I have a bottle lying around here somewhere." Dracula popped the cork and began to pour the liquid seemingly unfazed by his guest's reluctance. "Well, sit down will you? Have a drink? That's what humans do right?"

"I don't drink wine," she said quietly.

"Interesting," Dracula grinned. "Nor do I. I guess we are similar in that way." He set the bottle down and exhaled. "Well, at least let me welcome you to my humble abode. Shall we go on a grand tour? You were kind enough to let me see your house. Well, the kitchen at least."

For someone who had only lived in the place for a few days, Dracula's home had more decor than Agatha's bedroom alone. Following the vampire down the hall, the Count momentarily stopped in front of a painting. The depiction was unsettling. It appeared to be a courtroom filled with men and women looking positively frightened. Standing to the right was a woman draped in white, her arms outstretched towards a window shooting out bolts of orange light.

"A depiction of The Salem Witch Trials in 1692," he expressed proudly. "A replica of course. It's hard to find the real thing nowadays." Dracula turned to Agatha with a coy smile. "You are a woman of God? You at least devoted your life to him for a while?"

"For research purposes," Agatha admitted. "To learn more about Christianity. About you."

"I wonder then," Dracula sighed thoughtfully. "If in a past life, if you believe in that sort of thing, would you have been considered a witch? Burned at the stake or drowned tied to stone." He took a step closer, his dark eyes sparkling. "Would you willingly dance with the Devil, Agatha Van Helsing?"

The way he said it. The way the words left his tongue. He was testing her. Seeing where he could weasel his way into the cracks of her mind. Agatha swallowed hard, holding strong against his toying nature.

"I have crossed paths with the unholy," she spoke coldly. "Have you seen God or do you quiver in the darkness with the lesser demons?" Dracula's grin widened. "Why do you fear the cross?"

"Why does anyone fear anything?" He replied. "Guess, Agatha."

"I don't know." The former nun replied trying to hold back her frustration. "That's why I've asked you."

Dracula didn't say anything for the longest time. "Hm." He hummed, eyeing her intently. "I think it would've been a shame really if they burned you at the stake. Your mind is too tempting to waste," and his gaze flickered up and down her body. "Among other things."

"You didn't answer my question." Agatha frowned. "Why do you fear the cross?!"

Ignoring her, the vampire continued onward. Agatha trailed from behind, starting to grow furious by how everything was turning out. As they approached a large, curtained window, the former nun was so preoccupied with her pent up rage, she didn't notice a snag in the carpet. It happened so fast that not even Dracula had time to react. She fell. Hard. And when her hands connected with the ground, she inadvertently bit down on her lower lip.

A single drop of blood began to trickle down her chin. The vampire grew rigid. Dracula's once calm and collected face began to change. Fangs replacing teeth. Eyes dilating black and bloodshot. And Agatha could only watch, just like in her nightmare with Zoe, as the vampire bounded towards her.

Death of a Van Helsing by a vampire.

So toll the bells of sweet, sweet irony.

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 5 years

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Vampire

*Lafayette x Reader

*Summary: “You’re a fucking vampire.”

*Warnings: Language, hickies, slight references to sexual situations. Let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: Look at me, actually updating. I told the dude I’m talking to that I write fanfic and I lowkey think he’s a little weirded out by it cuz he immediately asked if I write smut.

Outfit

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“Mon cheri, you might want to wake up soon if you want to actually do anything today,” your boyfriend told you, gently shaking you awake. You groaned, keeping your eyes closed. He was right, but you really didn’t want to get out of bed. That just meant having to go back to your place to face your responsibilities, and you had a paper that you’d really rather not do. “Come on, (y/n), wake up.”

“Fuck off, Laf,” you told him as you finally opened your eyes. You blinked slowly, trying to will your body and mind to actually wake up. As you did, you saw him sitting on the bed beside you, dressed in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you looked at him. “Now why are you so insistent on getting me out of your apartment?” You teased.

Immediately Lafayette started sputtering apologies and insistences that that wasn’t what he meant. You had to hold in your laughter, instead just watching him with an amused little smirk playing on your lips. You could feel his embarrassment, and you had to admit you enjoyed it just the slightest bit. It was your entire dynamic: teasing, sometimes walking the line of actually insulting the other.

“You’re joking, aren’t you,” Lafayette finally said, registering the look on your face. You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore, and soon Lafayette joined you. “I don’t want you to go, but I know you have a paper due tomorrow that you’re trying to use me to avoid. And you have that meeting with Angelica for that nonprofit she works for.”

You groaned, having completely forgotten about the meeting. Now you would actually have to go back to your place and become presentable so you wouldn’t unwittingly insult one of your most professional friends. “Why’d you have to remind me of that?”

“So you wouldn’t forget, mon amour,” Lafayette replied, getting up and going to turn on his TV. You were left to try to find the motivation to actually get out of bed on your own; Lafayette had done his job of waking you up. You finally threw the cover off, revealing your bare legs. The night before you’d fallen asleep in just one of Lafayette’s shirts and your underwear, and as you got out of bed to grab your clothes, you could feel Lafayette’s eyes on you.

“See something you like?” You teased, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Always.” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how his response made your heart flutter. The two of you had been dating close to two years now, and he still managed to give you butterflies like the first time you met him. You started getting ready, pulling on your socks and jeans, while Lafayette put whatever on the TV. After you pulled on your shirt, you went to look at yourself in the mirror, even though you knew you’d stay for a little while longer. As you were inspecting your reflection, you swore lightly. “You’re a fucking vampire.”

“What?” Lafayette asked, turning to look at you.

“Vous êtes un fucking vampire,” you replied, looking at him through the mirror.

“Saying it half in French doesn’t mean I’ll understand what you mean.”

“Well you should.” Lafayette stared at you with a blank look on his face, so you knew you’d have to actually explain what you meant. “You left a shit ton of marks, ya damn vampire.”

“I hope you didn’t leave any marks on me,” Lafayette commented. You knew for a fact that you didn’t, especially since he had an interview coming up soon and you didn’t know if it’d be gone before then. When he told you things like that, you adjusted your intimacy accordingly.

“If I was trying to leave marks, you’d know it,” you opted to sass instead of just rolling your eyes. You turned and walked over to the bed before jumping on it, bouncing Laf with you as you did.

“But somehow you didn’t until now,” he teased.

“Sometimes you mark and sometimes you don’t,” you whined, laying your head in his lap. Lafayette just laughed, playing with your hair as the two of you settled in to watch Netflix for a bit. While you and Laf tended to be very sarcastic towards one another, you had your sweet moments more often than not. It was rare for you to just click with someone like you did with Lafayette, whether people believed it or not. Your dynamic was always more playful than not, and if you ever crossed the line with each other you could always be open about it.

As much as you didn’t want to, you knew that you had to leave eventually. Your meeting with Angelica was fast approaching, and you’d already spent nearly an hour trying to avoid going back to your place. You were pulling on your shoes, Lafayette rubbing his hand up and down your back in a silent attempt to get you to stay, when it finally hit you. “Do you think Angelica’s going to notice?”

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You ran across the street to the coffee shop where Angelica was outside waiting for you. You had a scarf wrapped around your neck, hiding the hickies now adorning it. You could only hope that Angelica wouldn’t question you keeping your coat and scarf on inside the coffee shop. “You’re late,” Angelica said as soon as you were within earshot.

“Sorry, sorry, I spent the night at Laf’s and I woke up late,” you explained. It wasn’t like you were actually going to tell her that you completely forgot about the meeting and wasted as much time at Laf’s as you could. Angelica smirked a bit the second you mentioned Laf, always ready to tease you about your relationship. It was that sisterly thing you formed with her when you became friends with Eliza, and while you appreciated it greatly, there were times you could do with less.

“So you got laid and forgot about me,” she joked, already making her way to the entrance. “C’mon, let’s get out of the cold for a bit. I could really do with some coffee, I actually woke up early.”

“Leave me alone,” you whined, following close behind. Angelica laughed, almost enough to disturb the peace in the coffee shop. The warm air hit you as you walked into the shop, and immediately you could tell that you were in trouble.

Once your drinks were ordered and served, you and Angelica found yourselves tucked in a corner of the shop. Angelica had already shed her scarf and coat, but you were still refusing to remove yours. Angelica pulled out her laptop, immediately finding the documents she wanted to discuss with you. “Alright, so here’s what we’re going to do. We’re holding a fundraiser in a few weeks, and you’ll be on my team so we can beef up your resume a bit,” she explained.

You nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying. You knew this was important, and she was really doing you a huge favor, but you were starting to burn up. The coffee shop’s heater seemed to be turned all the way up, and it was killing you. “(y/n), aren’t you hot?” Angelica asked, the concern evident on her face.

“No, I’m fine,” you lied.

“I understand wanting to keep the coat on for the aesthetic, but c’mon,” Angelica insisted. “We’re not continuing until you take your coat off.”

You rolled your eyes, but shrugged off your coat at her threat. Since you couldn’t just wear the scarf without the coat, you pulled that off too. It was only momentarily, but you saw Angelica’s eyes widen a bit at the sight of the hickies on your throat. “And that’s why I didn’t want to take off my coat and stuff.”

“You know, I shouldn’t be surprised. You did say you spent the night with Laf,” Angelica replied. “You’re lucky Alex and the guys didn’t see you first, they’d give you absolute hell. You do know that concealer exists for a reason, right? All right, now that we’ve dealt with that, we can get back to your role for the fundraiser.”

You were surprised Angelica was moving on from the topic so quick, but you definitely appreciated it. She immediately started talking about your role for the fundraiser, making sure that you knew everything expected of you. Now that you were actually able to focus on the meeting, you took close notes, wanting to be sure you wouldn’t accidentally mess this up. If the volunteer work went well, you’d have a better chance to get an internship with the nonprofit over the summer. The meeting went by relatively fast, and as you and Angelica were packing up your things, she looked over at you.

“Oh, and (y/n), one last thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Hickies aren’t part of the dress code, so you might wanna tell Laf to chill. You know, until the fundraiser ends at least,” she replied. You groaned, somewhere halfway between annoyance and embarrassment. You should’ve known that it was too good to be true when she just moved on from the topic earlier. She really knew how to prioritize between work and teasing her friends.

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You arrived at Laf’s place later that day, backpack filled with things you still needed to work on. Laf was already waiting for you at the building’s main entrance, smile contagious as he saw you. “How did the meeting go, cheri?” He asked, wrapping you in a hug and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“It was great until Angelica saw the marks you left behind,” you told him, moving out of his arms. “Let’s go inside, it’s cold as hell.”

The two of you went into the building, but it wasn’t until you were settled in Laf’s room that he spoke again. You were already wrapped in his blankets, working on your laptop, when he spun in his desk chair to face you. You looked up, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak. “Does it truly bother you when I leave marks, mon amour?”

“What? No, not really. I mean, if I have like an appointment or a meeting or if my parents are coming to visit or something then I’d rather you didn’t leave marks,” you explained, closing your laptop to focus on the matter at hand. “It’s just there are situations when having hickies isn’t particularly ideal. Like since you have an interview coming up, I know not to leave hickies on you.”

Lafayette nodded as you explained this to him, taking in every word. You’d never really talked about this, always just going with what felt right in the moment. Sure, there were moments when there’d be brief requests (‘Hey, I have an interview coming up. No marks.’) but you’d never actually talked about the topic in depth. “Yes, of course. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t completely uncomfortable with it. You were making a lot of comments about it, so,” Laf trailed off there, letting you fill in the blank.

You hadn’t realized it, but you’d managed to cross the thin line into the territory where Laf didn’t know if you were joking or not. With how easily sarcasm came to you (sometimes without you even realizing it), you knew that Laf sometimes had difficulty interpreting your mood. You felt bad, wondering if Laf spent the entire day thinking you were actually mad at him. “No, babe, if I was actually mad at you I would’ve been very clear about it. I was just teasing,” you said, immediately holding your arms out to beckon him into a hug. “I’m sorry I made you think I was mad.”

Laf got out of his chair, getting on the bed to go into your arms. He moved your laptop before positioning himself so his head was resting on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I know you have some trouble saying when things are bothering you.”

“I know, but I’m getting better with that. Bisous?” You asked, puckering your lips. Laf looked up and immediately gave in, pressing a kiss to your waiting lips. You could feel the nerves melt away, knowing that Laf was at least starting to believe you weren’t actually mad at him. “Okay babe, I gotta work on my paper but can we just cuddle for a bit?”

“Of course,” Laf said, looking at you with that total adoration that you absolutely loved. He was an absolute sweetheart, even if he was a bit of a vampire.

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queenmylovely · 4 years

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Joyeux Noël

Summary: Gwilym lee x fem!reader. Will this perfect Parisian vacation with Gwil ever come to an end?

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: fluff, angst, cussing, Rick Steves and Marie Antoinette are mentioned

A/N: This is my gift for @local-troubled-writer for @dtfrogertaylor Thank God It’s Christmas event 🎄 I’m so anxious/excited for you to read this, and I hope you enjoy it! This is my first time writing for Gwil, and although there’s not a ton of dialogue and stuff, I hope his loving nature really came through in the story! I hope you all like it, and any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think! Remember to check out all the awesome stuff everyone’s creating for tgic!!

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(from left: Champs-Élysées, Palace of Versailles, Eiffel Tower, Gwil, Parisian Christmas market possibly at Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, & gardens at the Palace of Versailles)

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Going to Paris during the Christmas season had been a dream of yours for a while. It was always shown as so pretty during the holidays in movies and on TV, and there was no lack of influencers and celebrities in your Instagram feed posting amazing pictures of themselves there over the years. So, when Gwilym told you that he had the entire month of December free and that he wanted to take you somewhere before going to spend Christmas with your family, you immediately suggested Paris. Luckily, Gwilym thought it was a great idea and agreed right away. The two of you booked for the 15th through the 21st, making sure to pack well for the weather, but leave enough room in your suitcases for any souvenirs or gifts you would bring back.

The lead-up to the trip was filled with excitement, and the night before the flight, you could hardly sleep. As Gwilym tried to fall asleep, you kept waking him up for different little things that you should pack or that you were excited for in Paris. Every time he would remind you that “you have indeed already packed that,” or that “yes it is all very exciting,” but quickly tried going back to sleep. Finally, you settled down and fell asleep after he held you in his arms tight enough so that you couldn’t get up and check on your suitcase and had no choice but to fall asleep with him.

The flight was of course early and very long, but neither you nor Gwil were able to fall asleep on the plane. You hoped that you wouldn’t end up being too jet-lagged when you first got to Paris. After a layover or two, the plane landed in Paris at 8:00pm local time. The two of you got a cab to the airbnb you were staying at and immediately crashed in the bed. Which meant that you woke up promptly at 5:00am, much earlier than either of you would’ve, but it did mean you got to go have fresh, warm bread at an actual French bakery, an experience totally worth the lack of sleep.

While you had researched and suggested a bunch of places you wanted to go to while in Paris, Gwil, ever the planner, had been the one to make it into an itinerary. So, you were on a strict schedule each day. The first day was exploratory since you were staying in the 8th arr., about a block away from the Champs-Élysées. You walked up and down the famous avenue, stopping in chic boutiques, visiting the Champs-Élysées Garden, stopping in cafés when you got hungry or wanted a hot drink, and finishing the day out at the Arc de Triomphe. The entire lane leading up to it had been strung with lights that gave it the perfect atmosphere for the holiday season and made for some great photo opportunities too.

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The next three days were spent going to different Christmas markets, including Le Village de Noël at Les Halles, Abbesses Christmas Market at Montmartre, and the Villages de Noël at Champs de Mars and La Défense. All of them were similar, but each one had something unique that you hadn’t seen at any of the previous ones, and every one had its own special atmosphere that couldn’t be replicated.

Your fifth day there was spent almost entirely at the Louvre. Normally, an entire day at an art museum might’ve become a little boring, but Gwilym seemed to know a little something about every exhibit and display you went to and managed to keep things interesting the entire time. It wasn’t until more than halfway through the museum that he let it slip that he had listened to all of Rick Steves’, of Rick Steves’ Europe fame, audios about the museum on the plane ride over. It was still pretty impressive that he had managed to retain all of that information and deliver it interestingly, but he said that as an actor it had been a breeze.

For your last stop before going back to the apartment, you went to the Eiffel Tower, feeling the magic of Paris and the holiday season wash over you.

The sixth day started with a fantastic brunch at a nice restaurant and then you went shopping, trying to find the more hidden locally-owned shops off the beaten path. You went back to the airbnb with many bags, successful in finding gifts for everyone on your list. Then, you got all dressed up because you had booked tickets to see a production of The Nutcracker Ballet. You had dinner at a fancy restaurant and then went to the performance. The dancers were amazing, as were the lights, music, and sets that made the whole thing a magical experience and the perfect cap to your week in Paris.

The two of you went to bed early on that last day, ready to get up in time to pack up, have a quick breakfast, and make it to the airport with plenty of time before your flight. It had been an amazing week, but you were excited to go back home to see your family. That is, until you woke up the next morning to a message from your airline stating that all flights out of Paris were canceled due to an inversion that covered the entire city and trapped the fog in the air so there was zero visibility for pilots during take off and landing. There was no word on when the airports would be open again because it all depended on the weather.

“Oh my gosh, Gwil, what are we going to do?” you asked him after reading the message to him off your phone.

“I don’t know, darling. Maybe it will just be closed one day and we can fly out tomorrow,” Gwilym replied hopefully. “I’ll reach out to the airbnb host and ask if we can extend our accommodations. You should call your family and let them know what’s going on.”

Gwil walked to the other room so that you could make your call without interference. You called your mom and let her know the situation, and that you would keep her apprised of any updates. She told you to make the most of your extra day in Paris and not to worry too much about the flights. You would get home eventually, and no one was going to hold the weather against you. After thanking her and telling her to tell the family that you love them, you hung up, and went to join Gwilym in the other room.

“What’d your mum say?” he asked as you walked in.

You joined him on the couch and leaned your head on his shoulder, “She just said that they understand and it’s not my fault. She told me not to worry too much and just try to enjoy another day in Paris.”

“She’s a smart one, your mother,” Gwil commented and you nodded.

“What about our host?” you asked.

“Well there’s good news and there’s bad news. The bad news is that they already have people booked for later today. But the good news is that they have another place in the area, and they’re going to give us a discount, you know, in the holiday spirit,” he told you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly.

“That is mostly good news. Well, should we get up and pack our stuff? Isn’t check out in an hour?” you suggested, moving to stand up.

Before you could stand fully, Gwil pulled you back down, hugging you closer to him, “Just five more minutes of relaxing on the couch, and then we’ll get up, yeah?”

“Fine, but just five minutes,” you acquiesced, settling back into him.

True to your word, after the five minutes were up, you made Gwil get up with you and pack up all of your things. Luckily, it only took about half an hour, giving you plenty of time to do some last minute tidying up of the place. The two of you left and immediately went to the new airbnb, not wanting to have to carry your luggage around the city.

As soon as you got in the door, you noticed that this apartment had been decorated all-out for Christmas. The last one hadn’t been, for unknown reasons, but it felt good to at least be in a decorated apartment so close to Christmas. It had lights everywhere, little Santa figurines, garland, and even a medium-sized fake tree that was decked out with more lights and ornaments.

Once you set down your things in the bedroom though, you got another notification on your phone from the airport.

“Shit!” you cursed after reading it.

“What’s wrong?” Gwil called from the other room, jogging lightly to see what was up.

“The airport is officially closed for the next two days, and there are warnings past that. We’re stuck here for sure until at least the night of the 23rd,” you explained, feeling your voice getting shaky with worry and stress.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Gwil said, pulling you into a comforting hug. “I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

“I just-- just really want to spend Christmas with my family and you all together. It’s not going to be the same without all of them. No offense,” you added quickly, not wanting to make him feel unappreciated.

“None taken, love,” he said with a laugh. “I know you’re very close with your family. I’m looking forward to spending the holiday with them too.”

Gwil just held and comforted you for a bit and then he spoke up, “I’ve just had an idea. You know how we wanted to go to the Palace of Versailles but it didn’t fit in the schedule? Since we know we’ll be here all day, why don’t we take the train out there tomorrow?”

“That sounds perfect. You always know how to cheer me up,” you responded, pulling back from the hug and going on your tip-toes to give him a sweet kiss.

“It is my most solemn duty,” he said with a mock serious face before breaking into a grin and laughing. You joined his laughter, feeling much happier and more relieved than when the day started.

The rest of the day was spent doing a quick grocery shop to get supplies for the next two days and then on a walk to get acquainted with the different neighborhood you were staying in. It was called Ternes and was just outside of the Champs-Élysées, and as such was a bit more residential and less busy. There were still lots of cafés, shops, and people around though.

The next morning, you took an early train to the Palace of Versailles. The grounds themselves were gorgeous covered in snow. Not to mention the actual palace. Growing up, you had read a princess book about Marie Antoinette, and it was wild to see where she had actually lived. Each of the rooms was so decadently ornamented with the finest fabrics, furniture, and paintings. It was like stepping into a painting or history book, it was almost a surreal experience to see it all. This time, it was you explaining things about Marie Antoinette’s life to Gwilym, with his rapt attention.

The train ride back was sleepy and relaxed. The two of you had an early night, falling asleep cuddled up under the blankets.

The next morning, the morning of the 23rd, there was yet another update from the airport: no flights until Christmas day. The news left you a bit of a wreck, and you spent a tearful hour being comforted by Gwil. You facetimed your family to tell them once you had collected yourself and they offered love and promises that the holidays weren’t completely ruined and that you would all see each other soon.

After the call, Gwil suggested that you take a nice, hot, long bath in the tub that the apartment had in its ensuite. As luck would have it, your wonderful hosts had provided a couple different bath salts, bubble bath, and even a bath bomb for free use. Gwilym ran the bath for you and told you to get in and relax while he went to pick up all the food the two of you would need for the next two and a half days. He wanted to stock up a bit since most places would close early on Christmas Eve and not be open at all on Christmas.

You got in the bath and let the hot but not too hot water and pleasing scents wash the stress right out of your body. It was like a big detox of all of the negative feelings that had been pervading your mind. By the time Gwilym was back, you were practically falling asleep in the bath, but his yell of “Honey, I’m home!” pulled you from your doze. You got out of the tub and dried off, pulling on a silk robe you packed with you, and by the time you made it into the kitchen, Gwil had already unpacked and put away all of the groceries.

“I could’ve helped you with those, you know. We have an equitable relationship,” you said with a smile, greeting him with a kiss.

“I know, but I thought the sooner those got put away, the sooner we could move onto… other things,” he said with a sly smile, holding you close to him in his arms.

“Yeah? What other things?” you asked coyly.

“Mmm, well I guess I’ll just have to show you,” he responded, slowly undoing the tie to your robe.

“I guess you will,” you said, letting your robe fall open and then grabbing his hand and leading him into the bedroom, giggling along with him.

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Waking up on Christmas Eve tangled up with Gwil in a comfy bed wasn’t a bad way to wake up. The day’s itinerary was mainly to drink hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies on Netflix, some of which you watched in French with English subtitles since there weren’t enough English ones to get through the whole day. There were food breaks every now and then, but most of the day included some snacking. For dinner, the two of you did your best to recreate the fondue you had had at that fancy restaurant. It didn’t quite melt smoothly, but it was still tasty enough to eat enough to feel a little sick.

With all of the yummy food and warmth and cosiness that you two had conjured up over the course of the day, you ended up falling into a food coma around 9:00pm and passed out for the rest of the night.

The Christmas morning wake-up was something different. You woke slowly, first with your nose, as weird as that seems. In your dream, you could smell your brother’s cinnamon rolls baking, but as you woke up, you realized that couldn’t be true. But the smell was still there. You were in Gwil’s warm embrace, but you could actually smell the cinnamon rolls. Your eyes opened slowly to see Gwilym looking down at you with a soft smile.

“Morning, darling,” he said, kissing your forehead lightly.

“Morning,” you said quietly, your voice still not quite awake. “Is that-- what am I smelling?”

Gwil chuckled in response and then answered, “I may have gotten the recipe for cinnamon rolls from your brother. They’re in the oven now.”

“What? How? When?” you asked confusedly.

He laughed for real this time, “Well, when you took your bath, I called your brother back and got the recipe from him. It took some convincing, but he agreed that it would make you happy so he finally sent it to me. Then I bought everything while you were in the bath and put it all away before you could see it. I was planning on staying up late to make them last night, but since you fell asleep at 9:00, I was able to be in bed by 10:30, so thanks for that. Then I got up about half an hour ago and put them in the oven. Does that answer all of your questions?”

“I guess it does. All except for one,” you replied.

“Oh, what’s that?” Gwil asked genuinely surprised.

“How did I get so lucky to be with a guy as amazing as you?” you said with a grin before capturing his lips with yours.

Once he pulled back from the kiss, he said, “Alright, shall we go check on those cinnamon rolls?”

The morning was wonderfully lazy, filled with eating the warm cinnamon rolls, warm cups of tea, and a little gift exchange. Both of you had picked up little things for each other in the Christmas markets. You had gotten Gwil a leather bound notebook with a French filigree designed burned onto it. He had gotten you a delicate necklace with a fleur-de-lis pendant, France’s crown’s symbol.

Right after you finished giving each other your gifts, you got one last update from the airport. This time, it actually made you smile because it said that you were booked for a flight in three hours. The two of you packed up quickly and headed to the airport. The atmosphere in the airport was one of relief since everyone was going to reach their destinations soon. Everyone was much kinder than usual and luggage check then security was a breeze compared to normal. In no time, you were seated together on the plane.

Gwil took your hand in his and said to you excitedly, “Just think, in less than 24 hours, we’ll be celebrating the holidays with your family!”

You grinned along with him. You couldn’t wait.

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Does He Make You Happy?

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Pairing: Logicality with an opportunity for side Prinxiety

Summary: Four years after their harsh breakup, Logan and Patton reunite and reflect on their past.

Warnings: dissociation, breakup (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

Words: 2540

Song rec: Dangerously by Charlie Puth (This is where I’ll suggest a song that may have influenced or inspired a scene or chapter. There’s no obligation here, but it’s available if you want it!)

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Chapter 1: There’s No Forgetting You

Logan had stopped feeling the seasons changing.

For months, he had wasted far too much time and effort on doing things that made him happy. Eventually, he realized that whatever he did had no impact on his emotions or general well-being, so there was no point in spending his already limited schedule reaching for fleeting moments of happiness. Logan’s emotions, while muted, still came and went based on his accomplishments and mindset. It was a simple cause and effect, and there was no point in messing with that system. In a way, it freed him. Without having to worry about scheduling social engagements or alone time, he could pour all his effort into his work.

It wasn’t that he left behind a part of himself in that apartment so long ago, he so often repeated over and over again, lying in bed throughout the night, eyes wide open. It wasn’t that he was broken and couldn’t mend the shattered pieces. He was still his own person.

It was just the product of a devastating loss he could never fully process.

After spending so much time with someone, Logan recognized that many of the things he repeatedly experienced were inextricably intertwined with his memories. That it was easier to block out the things that caused him pain than to remember them and feel his heart breaking all over again.

The petrichor after a spring shower was the first time they met. The color and smell of fallen autumn leaves were the same as the day when they found their perfect apartment. There were even some foods Logan could no longer eat without seeing through the eyes of his past self. So he trained himself to stop feeling. Every time he ran into something that triggered a memory soaked in melancholia, Logan pushed it out of his mind and focused on something else. Usually, it was work. Usually, it worked.

It took awhile, but eventually Logan stopped noticing the painful memories altogether, therefore no longer noticing things like the changing of seasons or the colors of the sky. The warm summer wind that brushed over him as he walked out of his local Starbucks might as well not have blown at all. The coffee in his hand was almost certainly made incorrectly. It didn’t matter.

Logan walked down the street toward his apartment. At 4 o’clock on the Sunday before the last week of school, downtown was flooded with high schoolers desperate for a glimpse of what their summer nights would be like in just a few short days. A few of Logan’s students from the past year waved at him from outside the frozen yogurt shop. He smiled and politely waved back, then reminded himself to finish grading the final exams from their class when he got home.

Logan lost himself in his thoughts, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. He wrote a mental list of everything he had to do by the end of the day and the week, and what to put in place before school ended so setting up for the beginning of next year went smoothly.

“Logan?”

The sudden awakening from his autopilot stroll home startled him. He turned towards where he had heard whoever wanted to get his attention, and his stomach flipped and his mouth opened.

A shorter man with chestnut hair stood in front of him. He wore the same black hipster glasses as Logan and a striped blue T-shirt. As Logan met his gaze, he saw the other’s eyes brighten and the corners of his mouth turn up.

And all at once, Logan’s barrier shattered, and all his feelings came flooding back.

~8 years earlier~

Logan usually loved the rain. It was always a calming presence, a quick way to wash off any doubts or anxieties. The sky greyed and the air went cold and sweet the morning of his first day at a new job in a brand new city and Logan thought it was a good sign.

He didn’t realize it would make navigating the already confusing city even more difficult.

Fresh out of college with a degree in elementary education, Logan wandered downtown with a less than helpful map on his phone, sipping a bland coffee for the caffeine. He thought that the community center he’d be tutoring a small class in was a short walk from his new apartment, but he was on the street it was supposed to be located and couldn’t see anything telling.

Logan sighed in exasperation. Staring at his phone, he wheeled around, and immediately slammed into another person walking out of the coffee shop. They both dropped their drinks and they splattered everywhere.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Logan tried to help pick up the mess as the other also apologized profusely. The stranger shuffled some papers and filed them away in his bag as Logan picked up and wiped off his coffee-speckled glasses.

“Let me buy you another drink,” the two said in unison. They looked up at each other and laughed sheepishly.

“Or we could both just get ours again,” offered the other, eyes shining and smile effortless. Logan was suddenly very aware of the coffee all over his jacket and the dark circles inevitably underneath his eyes. He smiled back, his face flushing a little, and tried to mess with his hair.

“I promise I’m usually more aware of my surroundings,” Logan said, handing the stranger the last of his dampened papers. “I’m just having some trouble navigating this labyrinth of a city.”

The other laughed again, and Logan couldn’t help but catch the contagious positivity this man seemed to constantly carry. “Yeah, I’ve lived here my whole life, and if you don’t know already know how to get around you’re basically screwed. If you need some help, I can point you in the right direction.”

Logan didn’t like to ask for help. But he wanted to spend even a little more time with the stranger. He also really had no idea what he was doing, and knew that he’d never get to where he needed to be without some assistance.

“Actually, that would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.”

“No problem!” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Patton, by the way.”

Logan shook Patton’s hand. “Logan Schlenke.”

“So, Logan, where are you headed?” Patton asked as they both walked back into the coffee shop and got in line.

Logan looked down at his phone. “I’m trying to get to the Brighton Community Center on 3rd Street. I’ve been up and down this street, but the buildings start at 400 and the center is supposed to be 56.”

Patton nodded in understanding. “Yeah, it’s on the other 3rd Street.”

Logan raised an eyebrow.

“The courthouse splits the street in two, but instead of renaming the pieces into East 3rd and West 3rd, they kept two separate roads with the same name,” explained Patton.

“That seems unnecessarily complicated. Wouldn’t it have saved time and effort to rename the streets?”

“You would think.” Patton picked up his coffee. “Anyway, you’re just on the wrong 3rd.”

“I’m supposed to tutor a class there in half an hour! How far away is it?” Logan’s mind started churning, trying to come up with adjustments to the plan he had carefully crafted for the day.

“No worries, it’s about a 15 minute walk from here. I’m actually headed that way myself, I can walk you there if you’d like,” Patton said, holding the door open.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. “I would appreciate that. Knowing myself, I’d just get lost again.”

Patton chuckled. “You can’t miss it. It’s a straight shot from here.”

“That’s never really been my strong suit, either.”

Patton laughed again, really laughed. Head back, eyes closed, and Logan flushed with pride, knowing that Patton’s laughter was because of him. They talked easily the whole walk, and when Logan reached his destination, they exchanged numbers.

“Just in case you have any more navigation troubles,” Patton explained.

They both knew it wouldn’t be used just for navigation help.

After that, they were inseparable. Nobody really expected it to last long, least of all the two of them. From the outside, it was an interim relationship; someone to vent to after a long day, to bring as dates to other people’s weddings. But as one year passed, then two, they continued strong.

Logan’s friends would say that he was happiest when Patton was around. Friends of Patton would say Logan brought the best out of him. Even though they seemed to be complete opposites, they fit together naturally and comfortably.

Logan had wondered many times over if the situation would have changed had they taken their bond more seriously when they first met. If they hadn’t dismissed their differences as opposites attracting, if they had taken action to resolve the conflictions early on or if they had decided to part ways earlier, if they made sure they wanted the same things out of their futures. If.

If only.

Logan would talk about the different apartments, homes, condos he could inhabit in big cities across the country, and Patton never even thought to mention wanting to stay put and live close to his family. Patton would mention how he’d raise his future kids and Logan only thought about how much easier it would be for him when he didn’t have to deal with taking care of children.

But when they realized they couldn’t fit into each other’s envisioned futures, it was too late. They were both too far gone.

Logan tried to ignore it. Still, there was this constant nagging voice in the back of his head, telling him that the longer he put off dealing with their problems, the harder it would hit when they inevitably came to it.

It wasn’t until Logan saw it start to affect Patton that he knew he had to get out. He couldn’t stand seeing Patton so unhappy. Logan knew what Patton wanted, and he would never take away an opportunity for him to have it. And since Logan wasn’t willing to give up what he wanted, he knew the only way to give them both a chance at happiness was to remove himself from the equation.

So, when Patton was out of the apartment for the day, Logan took out two suitcases and started packing. He wrote a note explaining everything to Patton and left it in the kitchen. He decided to leave quickly, quietly, and cleanly. Rip off the Band-Aid. It was the option that would hurt the least.

Or it would have been, had Patton not come home early.

Logan stacked his immaculately folded clothes into his suitcase. His heart was pounding, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He hadn’t heard the front door open, so he jumped when Patton burst into the room, holding the note from the kitchen.

A beat passed as they locked eyes. Logan stared at him like a deer in headlights, trying not to shrivel up at the worry, betrayal, and unfallen tears in his gaze.

Patton was the first to break the silence. “You’re leaving and you’re telling me with a note? You’re not even going to break up with me in person?”

Logan tore himself away from Patton’s stare and gathered up the last of his clothes. “It was the easiest way to do this.”

“It’s not the easy way, it’s the cowardly way! Logan, why are you leaving?!”

Logan bit his lip as tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t break now, because if he broke in front of Patton he’d convince him to stay.

And Logan wouldn’t do that to Patton.

“This isn’t going to work. We’ve ignored our differences for too long. We never should have let it go this far.” Logan tried not to be too harsh, but if Patton hated him a little bit afterwards, maybe he wouldn’t miss Logan so much.

“What do you mean it isn’t going to work?” Patton asked, his first tear falling. “We’ve made it work for four years!”

“And we can’t go much longer!” Logan put his head back. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. “We want different things. We can’t keep pretending like we’ll stay happy forever when we don’t envision the same future.”

Patton now had his arms wrapped around himself, tears streaming down his face. “Logan, please –“

“You want a big wedding, this huge celebration with all your friends and family, and I want a small, intimate ceremony! You want a house full of pets, and I only think I could handle a cat, but you’re allergic! You want to stay here so you can be close to your family and I want to travel and experience living in different places! You need someone who works a nine to five and has weekends off and I need someone who understands I can’t control my hours! You want kids and that terrifies me!”

“We don’t need to have any of that! I’ll change, if that’s what you want. Is that what it’ll take to get you to stay?!”

“No!” Logan finally turned to look at Patton. “I don’t want to change you! I want you to find someone who’ll give you what you want! I want you to have a life where you have what makes you happy, and I can’t give that to you. I’d never forgive myself if I took that possibility away from you!”

Patton shook his head incredulously. “Logan, you make me happy! Why won’t you believe that I would give up all that to be with you?”

Logan picked up both his suitcases and walked out of the bedroom. “I won’t make you happy if you give up what you want for me. I promise, this is for the best.”

Patton stood in his way, the complexion so often smiling being morphed by his heartache. “Why do you get to decide what’s best for me?! Logan, please, don’t go!”

Logan pushed past Patton as the tears he had been holding back finally fell. He stopped at the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. Patton said nothing, and as the door shut behind Logan, he sobbed, sinking to his knees.

As soon as Logan left the apartment, he completely fell apart. He walked through the lobby of his apartment building, tears blurring his vision and coating his cheeks. Drenched inside and out from the sorrow and the rain outside, he threw his bags into the trunk of his car and collapsed on the steering wheel, shaking and sobbing and hurting, hurting so completely and throughout his entire body. Logan could literally feel every part of him aching with the pain.

He let himself grieve for a few minutes. He then forced himself to breathe and calm down. When he felt stable enough to drive, he put his key into the ignition and started the car.

Logan thought about all the times he had left this building early in the morning, leaving breakfast on the table and a kiss on a sleeping Patton’s forehead. He forced the memory out of his mind and kept driving until he could no longer see the past he was leaving behind.

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kimmyiewrites · 4 years

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Case Closed ~ Chpt 10

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AN: So let's just say I'll never actually be on a schedule because clearly no matter my intentions, it doesn't work out that way. I've got two more chapters written after this one and a third possibly halfway through. We'll see cause we are truly into following along with the Braindead episodes now. So without further ado, enjoy this next chapter!

Bex traipsed down her stairs, making her way to her car so she could head into work. She had lunch plans with Rochelle to get the evidence later and the morning was hers besides the quick briefing with the team working the case on the inside of the bureau. Dinner with Mike had been amazing. Just reminiscing about it had put her in a good mood once she woke up.

They had decided on something a little more casual which meant they both left their blazers in the car. Mike also ditched the tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt before rolling up the sleeves. Bex honestly could have just dragged him home right then. Instead, she placed a kiss to his cheek before looping her arm with his as they walked into the restaurant.

It was one of the places he frequented before he went back to Graceland. According to Mike, it was the best pizza in the DC area. The moment Bex took a bite, she wholeheartedly agreed. "How did I not know of this place before?" She asked in the middle of her second bite.

Mike chuckled. "Clearly I'm more of a pizza connoisseur than you are." He teased her.

She smiled at the memory and at how before they went their separate ways, he gave her a kiss goodbye that left her both breathless and wanting more. She didn't mind taking things at a slow pace. She enjoyed truly getting to know Mike. Sure the kissing was nice and she'd be more than happy to share a bed with him but her past relationships had been solely for work or purely physical. She hadn't explored a relationship where she had more than that type of connection in a long time and it thrilled her.

Just as she unlocked her car door, her phone began to ring. Seeing that it was Mike, a smile lit up her face before she answered it. "Good morning."

"Good morning." He replied. "I know we just had dinner last night and if we lived lives outside of the Bureau my friends would tell me it's far too soon to call and ask you on a coffee date and your friends would call me a clinger but I would call you anyway like I'm doing now and I'm hoping that you'll still say yes."

Bex giggled. "I still say yes. Where do you want to meet? I'm about to head in, now."

"Well, here's the thing, I'm turning on your street now and I've already picked up the coffee." He sounded sheepish.

That caused her to laugh as she locked her car. "You know, this is getting into stalker territory." She teased him.

"Would you accept that I'm trying to look out for you?" He asked as he pulled into her apartment complex parking lot.

"I would but I thought we had covered how I'm quite capable of taking care of myself." She waved when she saw his car before hanging up.

Once she was situated in the passenger seat, Mike drove off and continued their conversation. "I know. It's just I've heard some chatter and if Onofrio talked to his people about your involvement, I'm just worried about some measures they could potentially take since they can get pretty extreme."

Bex had picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, smiling at how it was her regular order. "Then I guess I can allow it." She reached over and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "Thanks for the mocha, by the way."

"You're welcome." He smiled over at her. "So, what do you have planned for today?"

"Briefing this morning and then lunch with Rochelle then my afternoon is open. How about you?"

"I will probably be dealing with the aftermath of yesterday. If you feel compelled to come save me after your lunch I would greatly appreciate it." He chuckled.

She laughed as well, nodding her agreement. "You got it."

Once they reached the Bureau's office building, Bex leaned over and gave him a quick kiss goodbye. "Thanks for the ride."

Mike smiled. "Don't mention it. I'll see ya later."

"Bye." She gave him another kiss before making her way into the office.

She headed to her desk first, putting all of her things down. She then grabbed what she would need for the briefing and her coffee cup before making her way to Marchant's office. "Morning, Director." She greeted as she stepped inside, taking a seat from across his desk.

"Morning, Morris. Let's talk about yesterday, shall we?" He asked, leaning back in his seat, hands folded over his stomach.

"Which part, sir? The one where we nearly used torture on an innocent woman or the fact that high frequency signals can cause senators to run into walls or raise both of their arms?" She raised an eyebrow in a 'don't think I forgot' fashion.

Marchant let out a sigh. "You say innocent but she's been linked to so many incidents."

"Important to the investigation, does not mean guilty and you know it. Miss Healy has some rotten luck but she's further along in the investigation you first sent Warren to look into."

"So what happened at the hearing? And how does that prove our Area 51 case?"

"I honestly think you should just call in one of their agents, director. I'm going to meet with Rochelle at lunch to get all of their evidence. I also need to speak with the doctor they contacted at the CDC. Because what happened yesterday was practically the icing on the cake. They recorded some of the infected persons communication and played it back in parts which caused the running into walls and hand raising. The creatures inside the infected communicate via high frequencies that human ears can't normally detect."

The director pinched the bridge of his nose. "The guys out in Nevada are going to have a field day. So what she said about bug people..." He trailed off, not really wanting to believe it.

"Bugs have eaten people's brains, yeah, and they're causing the head explosions. The bugs were in the meteor and they're infecting people but no one's really sure as to why."

"That's your new objective then. Find out why they're doing this and then I'll reach out to my contact out in Nevada. Keep me updated, Morris. That'll be all."

Bex stood with a nod and made her way to her desk. She didn't want to focus on the craziness that Mike's case was at the moment. She had a few things she knew she needed to wrap up with the case involving her sister's killer. Mostly paperwork so she put on a coffee shop playlist and started typing things up in her report while sipping on the rest of her mocha.

Just as she was about to go to her next page, her phone started ringing. She briefly looked over to see that it was a name on the caller id instead of a random number so she answered it. "This is Bex."

"Hey Bex! Can we reschedule lunch?" Rochelle asked.

"Yeah, sure. Is everything alright?"

"Laurel stopped by and told us that Senator Wheatus saw us leaving the hearing yesterday and Gareth isn't sure what he's going to do."

Bex saved her report and started packing up. Sure, she could probably easily take Onofrio but she would rather not have to deal with HR. "What if I came to you instead? Strength in numbers and all that."

"I'd like that. I'll send you my address. See you soon."

With that they both hung up and Bex closed everything down. As she waited for her Uber ride, she called Mike. "Is my cover blown? Do I need to be on alert too?"

"I would just in case. Oh, I gotta go, mom. I'll talk to you later." Mike hung up practically as soon as Red stepped back into his office.

It didn't exactly put Bex at ease but she was a trained professional. She knew how to defend herself and how to fight. When the Uber arrived, she slid into the backseat, confirming the address and was soon being let out at the First District Apartments.

She went to knock on Rochelle's door when she noticed that it was open a crack. Bex pulled her gun and slipped inside. When she came to the spot where the floor plan opened up, she looked over to the kitchen where she saw Rochelle give the ending blow with a frozen turkey leg to some guy.

The other woman looked up, seeing Bex just as she was lowering her gun. "Call the others and I'll help you get everything sorted. Nice moves by the way." The agent said with a smile, going back to lock the door.

"I don't know if Laurel will be available." Rochelle said as she dragged the intruder over to one of the support poles in her apartment.

"Why not?" Bex hurried over and helped stand the man up and prop him against the pole.

There was a knock on the door then and Rochelle answered as she went to open it. "Because there's a possibility her dad is infected."

Bex shook her head, her heart heavy for the woman. She really was having the worst luck when it came to this whole situation.

The trio soon had the intruder taped to the pole. Gustav placed a helmet on top of the intruder's head to keep him from sending out any communication. Bex was in the kitchen with Rochelle, helping her clean up and tend to the box cutter wound that had been left on her arm. It luckily wasn't deep enough to warrant stitches but with the help of Rochelle's direction things would turn out okay and hopefully not scar.

When Gustav started questioning him and Rochelle checked his ears, Bex stayed back and watched, looking for any signs that he could be lying. Then again she was unsure if the intruder would have any of the same tells if it was true that half his brain was gone. Either way, he was very convincing.

"What do you think?" Rochelle asked as the trio huddled together.

"He's really convincing. I can't say for sure but I can call in my police contact if you'd like to press charges." Bex said. "That's the one thing he's been right about, they probably should get involved. This is starting to go against everything I signed up for when I joined the Bureau."

"Can we try a couple more things?" Gustav asked. "If we let him go and he is a bug person then we might be in more trouble than before."

Rochelle looked at Bex with a look that said what harm could be done. Bex let out a sigh and agreed. Soon "You Might Think" was playing but they put it on backwards. A knock was heard and Rochelle called out that the door was open. Laurel walked in, confused about what was happening.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked.

"It's "You Might Think" played backwards." Rochelle answered.

The intruder looked to Laurel, hoping that she would be sensible enough to help him. "Gustav is seeing what will work on him." She continued to explain.

Laurel looked to Bex. "You seriously can't be okay with this?"

"It's not one of my best decisions, but honestly I think we should call this thing off. It's clearly not working."

Gustav shook his head at Bex's answer, disagreeing completely. "No, we need to figure out what the bug people want!"

"And I agree, it's what I've been tasked to do but this isn't the way to do it." Bex argued.

Laurel sighed and turned to Gustav. "He's denying he's infected, right?"

"Yes, but he would." Gustav answered.

"So how are you gonna get him to talk?" Laurel asked.

"Can we put on some better music?" The intruder spoke up which caused Gustav to jump into action with the box cutter the intruder used before.

All three women raced over to pull Gustav away as he threatened to cut the intruder's fingers off if he didn't give them the answers they wanted. Rochelle and Laurel were on either side of him and Bex came around to get the box cutter out of his hand.

"We need to call this now. I'm going to let him go." She said, stepping back towards the intruder.

"Bex, no, he's not gonna talk to us unless we threaten him." Gustav argued.

"I think you should listen to your friend." The intruder commented.

Bex turned to look at him with a pointed look. "We don't need comments from the peanut gallery."

"Why don't we just find out who this guy is instead? You would need that for a report, right?" Laurel turned to Bex.

"Yeah and there's nothing wrong with doing a little extra research."

"So, see, there we go. Now, about my dad." Laurel said, informing the group what she had witnessed. When Rochelle mentioned him stopping sex, Laurel gathered her things and set out to find her dad's mistress.

Gustav set to digging around in the bag that he had brought over and pulled out a small bottle of three year old whiskey. "Bex, you might want to go somewhere else for this next bit."

"You know I can get you arrested also, don't do it."

"Listen to her please. I'm in AA. I'm two years sober." The intruder pleaded.

"Where's your chip?" Rochelle asked.

"Oh, my sobriety chip, I must have left it in my other clothes." He quipped.

Bex just shook her head. How stupid could he be to answer in such a way? The moment Bex wasn't watching Gustav and Rochelle poured the whiskey down the intruder's throat. Her phone began to ring then. Seeing that it was Mike, she stepped away and answered it.

"Please tell me you're having a better day than I am." He said as soon as she picked up.

"I actually don't know if I can properly answer that question." Bex replied. "What's going on?"

Mike let out a small sigh. "I think Red is up to something. His latest witness for this committee meeting is lying. And I'm beginning to really hate that this is taking so long."

"Have we entered into an alien bug version of Independence Day?" She asked with a small laugh.

Her question got the reaction she was looking for and she smiled when she heard Mike laugh as well. "It certainly seems that way. What have you got going on?"

"A not so legal questioning. I don't know if I'm aiding in it or stopping it because no one seems to be listening to me."

Mike took a deep breath. He had done plenty of not so legal things while out in California but to hear Bex admit it he wasn't sure if he was relieved someone was finally telling him the truth or be worried.

"The person did attack Rochelle and is possibly infected so, I'm not really sure if that helps or hurts my case." She had continued until she realized that Mike was silent on the other end. "Mike? You okay? Should I have not told you?"

That pulled him out of his thoughts. "No, no. I'm glad you told me. I would rather you tell me than keep it hidden honestly." His thoughts drifted to Paige and Briggs. "Should I come over?"

Bex shook her head even if he couldn't see her. "No. Gareth can't really help because he doesn't know yet. Why don't I come see you instead? You should also probably contact Laurel so she can let her brother know about the witness."

"Yeah, I'd like that. See you soon then?"

"See you soon." Bex promised before hanging up.

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mint-yooxgi · 4 years

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Obsession - Prologue

Yandere AU - Part of the EXO Obsession Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (In later chapters)

Pairing: EXO OT9 X Reader (with a particular focus on X-EXO)

Words: 3,002

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: On the sixth day of ficmas, Jackie gave to me~ So I know this technically isn’t what was originally scheduled to be posted, but life caught up with me and since I already had this finished, I figured you guys could enjoy this as the update instead! I do really hope you all like this one, as I have a lot planned for this series. Without further ado, feedback is always greatly appreciated, enjoy lovelies!

Walking into the base in the early evening, you’re greeted by a few of your coworkers. They either wave slightly or nod in your direction as you walk past, heading straight for the mission quarters near the back of the building for your next assignment.

You work for the company EXO, under the Supernatural Mutations department which is in-charge of taking care of variants found throughout the city, as well as nulling any types of threats that may occur which could harm the civilian population. This force includes humans, as well as certain supernatural beings. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

Ever since about fifteen years ago, supernaturals have made their presences known to the human population, and after a war which lasted five years, both sides came to an agreement to live in peace and harmony, as they once were. However, there are still rogues out there whom love to cause havoc, and bring harm to the civilian population of both humans and supernaturals alike.

This is where your team comes in. Whenever there is a serious threat, your team is sent in to take care of it. Whether it be a murderous vampire, a feral werewolf, or even a rogue mutant, you’ve seen it all. However, your biggest challenge currently seems to be a witch whom is hellbent on bringing down your strike team.

She seems to hold a grudge against all ten members of your team for taking down her coven a few months back after learning of their schemes to assassinate the world council leaders at their yearly conference in Busan. Clearly, she has some unresolved issues of not being able to move on.

One thing that’s frustrating though, is that you have yet to take her down. No matter how hard you work to catch her, and end her evil plots, she always manages to escape at the last second.

One thing that you’ve always appreciated about your job is that it doesn’t discriminate. Since supernaturals are allowed to work on the team, they simply add to the prowess and skill of the whole. You’re grateful for many of your coworkers, for you don’t know where you’d be without them.

Before you can even raise your hand to knock on the mission’s office door, an alarm blares to life, red lights beginning to flash all around the base.

“That’s not good,” you mutter, more to yourself than anything.

You nearly stumble back as the door in front of you gets flung open and your team begins to run out. Seeing you standing there, Jongin stops in his tracks long enough to grip your wrist and begin dragging you along with them.

“What’s going on?” You question, being pulled into the weapons room as six of them begin to gear up while the other three grab their tool kits. You begin to suit up as well, able to see the seriousness of the situation already.

“Shelly is on the move again,” Minseok informs you as he begins to lead the way to the bunker where all the vehicles are stored.

“Apparently, she just set off a large scale explosion, trapping about a hundred civilians inside a warehouse,” Sehun adds, slinging his bow onto his back as he exits the weapons room.

“She sent out an announcement minutes ago saying that she’s going to cast a spell over the city within the next ten minutes which will ‘shed light on everyone once and for all,’ so we need to hurry,” Junmyeon adjust his earpiece as you all make it to the bunker.

“Give me more details on the way,” you say, hearing the engine of the hovercraft start up as the gate lowers for you all to enter inside. “Let’s get this bitch once and for all.”

“Right,” you hear them all say as you enter the hovercraft.

On the way over to the warehouse, you discuss your plan of action with your strike team, consisting of Jongin, Jongdae, Junmyeon, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun. Yixing, Minseok, and Kyungsoo will all remain in the hovercraft, scanning the area for potential threats, as well as making sure the civilians get out safely while no rogues escape.

Each member of your team has a certain specialty, each having a specific role to play. Yixing is the pilot, as well as the certified medic. Minseok and Kyungsoo are the tech specialists, while the rest of you are the infiltration and strike team, each with your own unique abilities.

Chanyeol is a fire sprite, meaning he has the ability to manipulate heat and flames. Jongin can teleport, and is usually very good at getting out of tricky situations unharmed. Jongdae is a thunder kitsune who can control lightning, but is also a master strategist. Sehun is an incredible marksman with a bow, while Baekhyun is a skilled swordsman who can handle any blade. Junmyeon, a vampire, is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat, while your specialty is guns. You’re also the leader of this band of misfits, of which you couldn’t ask for a better team.

You’ve taught them a lot of what they know as you were the one to train most of them when they first arrived to EXO. You’ve saved their lives countless times, and they’ve saved yours. You wouldn’t trade them for anything, and you know that they feel the same way.

“Alright, everyone, switch your earpieces to channel five,” you say, noticing how they immediately do as told. “We begin the drop down on my signal.”

Receiving nods from your team, Yixing flies in closer to the roof of the building, but not before making sure to activate the cloaking mechanism. Once you’re close enough, you lift your mask over the bottom half of your face, and nod.

The hatch opens, and you give your hand signals for the first team to drop, watching as Junmyeon, Jongin, and Baekhyun all drop down to the roof. The next team to follow is Jongdae and Chanyeol, followed shortly by you and Sehun.

Feeling your feet hit the roof, you begin to move over to your respective point of entrance with Sehun, seeing the others do the same. With a final nod from you, the seven of you enter through separate hatches on the roof, your plan being to converge in the centre, the spot in which the most power is emanating from.

Entering into the darkness of the warehouse, you’re quick to switch on the small light that’s attached to your gun. What little light from the hatch above you does nothing to make the hallway you’re in more visible.

Hearing Sehun drop down beside you, you give the all clear to start moving, hearing the others through your earpiece also beginning to make their way through the warehouse after maintaining a clear coast.

With Sehun at your side, you quickly clear the section of the warehouse you’ve assigned to yourselves, letting the others know through your communication pieces. A few minutes later reveals their sections all clear as well.

Your brow furrows slightly as you continue to make your way through the warehouse. So far, you haven’t ran into anyone, which is concerning, considering you were informed of the many hostages that have been taken. You thought you would have at least ran into someone, or at least another enemy working for Shelly.

Rounding the corner with your gun raised, you come cross the stairwell that will lead you down towards the main area where Shelly supposedly is supposedly hiding out.

With a quick nod to Sehun, you begin to descend the stairs.

Your brow furrows even further when you hear the faintest whisper of your name on the air, followed by a distinct laugh which can only belong to the witch in question. You’re getting a sneaking suspicion that this may be a trap.

“Viper, Null, have you come across any variants yet?” You hear Junmyeon’s voice through your earpiece.

“None,” you reply.

“What about you guys? Chen, Loey?” Sehun inquires as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Nothing yet, which is surprising,” Jongdae’s voice rings through, the others humming their agreement.

“You guys, I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” Yixing’s voice can be heard, followed by some static.

“Be careful, the radar is glitching, so I can’t get a read on the inside of the warehouse anymore,” Kyungsoo adds, and you can hear Minseok fumbling with something the background.

“Seems like most of our detection equipment is malfunctioning,” Minseok grumbles.

“What’s everyone’s position currently?” Your voice is heard as you round another corner, gun raised.

“Closing in on the meeting point,” Jongin tells you, and you hear a grunt of confirmation come from Chanyeol, signifying they’re also close.

You can faintly see streams of light beginning to come from down the hallway, and off to the right. You know the main area is just around the corner, so you switch off your flashlight, putting your hand up to halt Sehun in his tracks. Following your lead, he presses his back to the wall beside you, waiting for your signal.

“We’re ready, just give us the signal,” Jongin says lowly.

“Ready when you are, captain,” Jongdae adds, and you know that they’re all in position now, surrounding the room you’re peeking into.

You can faintly see the outline of a figure standing in the centre of the room, their back turned to you. They seem to be chanting something under their breath as a massive swirl of energy begins to grow in front of them, shifting the air in the room.

“What is that?” Baekhyun gasps.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like the feeling I’m getting from it,” Junmyeon replies, causing you to hum in agreement.

Your eyes cautiously scan the entirety of the room, not seeing anyone else in sight. You furrow your brow once more in confusion. You thought there were hostages in this situation, but it no longer seems you have to worry about any civilian casualties. Looks like it was just a plan to lure you out here to the warehouse.

“Looks like she hasn’t noticed us yet,” Sehun observes, watching how Shelly seems to be focusing all her attention on the growing mass of energy in front of her.

“Okay, Suho, Kai, Guan, approach from the centre,” you instruct. “Loey, Chen, left side. Null and I will take the right.”

Small sounds of approval are heard as you all begin to slowly approach Shelly from behind, weapons raised. As you get closer, you can hear her voice growing louder in her chanting, until she suddenly stops.

Immediately raising a hand with a closed fist, you halt all movements of your team, waiting to see what she does next. However, what you don’t expect is for her to start laughing maniacally.

“How nice of you to finally join me,” she turns to face the seven of you, and so badly do you want to wipe that grin right off of her face.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation,” Chanyeol scoffs, flames appearing in both his hands as he holds them at his sides, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to lunge into an attack at your command.

“Well, I had to do something that would grab your attention, and not one of your measly little subordinates,” she chuckles, tossing some of her hair over her shoulder in the process.

“Just go ahead and make this easier for all of us,” Junmyeon says, locking gazes with her. “Surrender.”

“Oh, but then where’s the fun in that?” She hums, tilting her head slightly to the side in a mocking fashion.

“Saves you the humiliation of getting your ass kicked,” Sehun smirks, raising his bow more fully to take aim at her chest.

“That’s a nice thought, but I don’t think so,” she responds, eyes flicking towards where you’re standing. “I’m not the one who’s going to lose today.”

“You sound so sure of yourself,” you reply, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Once I finish this spell, I know I’ll have nothing to fear,” she counters, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You’ve taken everything from me. Everything. Now, it’s time for my revenge.”

With those words, she springs into action, moving her arms in a sweeping motion and sending the seven of you flying across the room. You hit the wall with a loud smack, the others getting scattered throughout.

In an instant, Shelly is in front of you, a deadly smirk on her features. Before you can raise your gun to take aim, she’s flinging it out of your hands, pinning your arms to the wall using magic as she lifts you by your throat with her one hand.

“Soon, you’ll know what it feels like to have nothing,” she snarls, tightening her grip around your throat, making you gasp slightly for air.

“Let her go,” Jongin snarls from behind her, and you barely manage to shake your head at the six of them who now stand in a semi-circle in front of you.

“One wrong move and I’ll crush her throat,” Shelly threatens, causing the men before you to hesitate slightly.

While her focus is on them, you manage to move your arm close enough to your side and slide out your switchblade from your pants’ pocket. Your arms may be pinned to the wall beside you, but you can still slide them for side to side. Some witch she’s supposed to be, can’t even pin you properly. Well, she was never the strongest, or smartest, of her coven.

In the instant it takes for you to lock eyes with him, Jongin teleports beside Shelly, sending a quick punch to her side. This causes her hold to loosen on you just enough to free your airway properly, but serves to distract her long enough to break her magical hold on you.

Moving swiftly, you lunge at her, burying your switchblade into her chest and causing her to stumble back a bit. She holds a hand up to her wound, blood slipping through her fingertips as she attempts to stop the bleeding.

Instead of panicking, seeing as she’s been injured and is now surrounded by the seven of you, she laughs. A grin pull at her features as her eyes become crazed.

“Now you’ve done it,” she jeers, as a rumble sounds off to the side.

The giant energy sphere begins to swirl faster, catching all of your attention. It begins to flash different colours, expanding and contracting as tendrils of energy swirl and flare around it. You hear Shelly chanting one final line, and your eyes widen. You need to stop her before the spell is completed.

Lunging at her, you’re quick to put her in a headlock. Junmyeon is the first to react, racing over and ripping her heart from her chest. Her body slumps in your hold, eyes now void of life.

However, this only seems to cause the massive ball of energy to become unstable, swirling faster as it begins to shake the entire building. You can hear the worried voices of Kyungsoo, Minseok, and Yixing in your ears asking what’s going on, but you’re all too distracted to answer, concerned with how you’re going to make it out alive.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a bright light blinds you, causing you to bring your hands up to block the flash, dropping Shelly’s body to the floor in the process. You get thrown backwards once more, eyes closed as the sphere shoots out beams of energy, tearing through the building wherever it makes contact.

You can hear the six men with you grunting, hearing as they get hit with something, getting thrown backwards just like you shortly afterwards. You worry for their safety, but you can’t do anything at the moment.

It takes about two minutes for the light to die down, and some dust to settle around you. Blinking, you manage to clear your vision enough to take in the damage around you. Luckily, it isn’t as bad as you thought it to be, sounding much worse than it is.

Looking around, you spot the six men on the ground surrounding you. They groan slightly as they stand up, a few of them rubbing their heads as they get shakily back onto their feet.

“What in the hell was that?” Baekhyun groans, blinking a few times to clear his vision.

“I have no idea, but is everyone okay?” Junmyeon asks, eyes briefly scanning everyone for injuries.

“Was I the only one who got hit with something, or did you guys feel it, too?” Jongin voices, running a hand through his already ruffled hair.

“I think we all got hit,” Sehun mutters, dusting off his jacket before picking up his fallen bow.

“Not me,” you mumble, to which they hum in acknowledgement. You take this time to look over them carefully, making sure they’re all okay. You also allow your gaze to travel over the room one last time as you say these next words, “it looks like our radios are broken. We need to get out of here and contact-“

You cut yourself off as you inhale sharply, eyes widening slightly as you take in six new, yet familiar figures now standing on a ledge in front of you, looking down at your small group.

The others, noticing your stare, furrow their brows in confusion as they turn to look at what you’re currently so fixated on. Their eyes widen, and a few gasps escape their lips as they take in themselves standing on the ledge. Only, the six new figures seem to be wearing slightly different outfits. However, they all seem to have their gazes fixated solely on you.

“Aw, leaving us so soon, sweetheart?” One of them calls out, grins tugging at all their lips as a shiver runs down your spine. “The party’s only just begun.”

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tinsley-goldsworth · 5 years

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you live like that, you live with ghosts (chapter 3)

read on ao3!

Summary: Ricky works his wonders and gets himself in trouble once again but he and C.C. get the happy ending they have always wanted

Wc: 1867

C.C. returned to his house after he was released from the hospital, he expected to find Ricky there, with his signature smirk and a welcoming kiss. Instead, he opened the door to an empty house with a lonely silence hanging in the air. C.C.’s phone had been destroyed after Maizey shot a bullet through it so the only way he could contact anybody was with his home’s landline. He called Ricky, not expecting a reply, and, unsurprisingly, Ricky didn’t pick up. Whenever Ricky as missing, he usually took it to the extreme and gave up contact with the world to immerse himself in whatever task he was doing.

Next, C.C. called Night Night, hoping that he knew where Ricky was and he knew that Night Night was the only other person who would know where Ricky was. Night Night picked up and to C.C.’s dismay, he had no idea where his brother was. By dinner time, C.C. was convinced that something was wrong and he nervously paced around the empty house. Everything in the house reminded him of Ricky, from the photographs on the walls to the books on the coffee table to the mugs neatly lined up in the kitchen cabinet and C.C. found himself missing his boyfriend even more.

C.C. went to sleep with the empty space from his hotel following him. He had trouble sleeping and even when he drifted off to sleep, he had a nightmare about watching Ricky getting killed in front of him. C.C. woke up disoriented and disturbed by his vivid dream and decided to make himself a cup of coffee to cope. As he drank the coffee from his mug, he turned on the television to CNN to see the giant headline “BREAKING NEWS: Criminal Accused of Numerous Murders Including The Murders of An Infamous Gang” flashing.

The detective almost choked on his coffee and turned up the volume. He leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee slowly as he listened to the reporter give the report.

“Yesterday, one of the most infamous gangs in the world was murdered. Many assume that this feat could not have been performed by one man but in fact, a man by the name of Ricky Goldsworth has been accused of committing the murders of these gang members as well as numerous other murders.”

An image of Ricky Goldsworth was shown and C.C. hated how his first thought was “dang, he still looks good in mugshots”.

“His trial will be held next week and this will surely be the trial of the century. Be sure to tune in next week for live coverage of the trial.”

As the reporter transitioned into another segment, C.C. abruptly shut off the television and picked up the telephone, dialing Night Night’s number. Night Night picked up rather quickly, answering with, “You’ve seen the news, haven’t you?”

“Yes, and Ricky is such an idiot. I can’t believe he did all this just for you. He just exposed himself on a national level, maybe even international, just to kill Maizey’s gang. What was he thinking?” C.C. asked, gripping the handle of his mug as he took another sip of coffee.

“He wasn’t thinking of me. He was thinking of you. Ricky didn’t want you getting hurt after what happened and he felt guilty. He probably contacted people from his past to help him kill the remaining gang members and in return, Ricky has to be charged with all the crimes they committed. He knew that this was the last option and I guess he decided to take this opportunity,” Night Night reasoned, sounding weary and worn out. C.C. wondered if Night Night felt responsible or guilty for Ricky’s actions or C.C. getting hurt but by the slight tinge of remorse in Night Night’s voice, C.C. could tell that he felt somewhat guilty.

“I’m going to pay him a visit and send you an update after. Talk to you soon,” C.C. hung up on Night Night before he could reply. He was more determined than ever to contact Ricky and he decided that he was going to pay Ricky a visit after work. C.C. used his computer in the office to find out where Ricky was and as it turns out, he was being held in a local cell. The detective worked on the case he was assigned to the best of his ability but he kept thinking about Ricky. He submitted all of the paperwork needed for a visit to the cell and thanks to his relations with the police, he was approved rather quickly.

Eventually, C.C. left work half an hour early and drove to the jail. He complied with all the procedures and finally, he got to speak with Ricky, who was brought out of his holding cell. The bruises on Ricky’s body didn’t go unnoticed and when Ricky entered the room, C.C. silently wondered how he was going to restrain himself from kissing his boyfriend.

Once the guards left with a gruff reminder that they only had fifteen minutes, C.C. wasted no time in expressing how he felt.

“Ricky, I’ve been worried sick! I can’t believe you would put yourself in this situation. I told you I didn’t want you getting hurt. It worked but you shouldn’t have risked it all just to fulfill a favor for Night Night.”

Ricky smiled softly, shaking his head at C.C.’s frustration and C.C.’s anger immediately receded. He missed seeing Ricky’s pretty smile and he missed the mischievous glint in his boyfriend’s eyes. For a moment, C.C. could almost see young Ricky in Ricky’s expression, making his heart ache even more.

“C.C., you know I’m going to get out. We’re going to be fine. We always end up okay, no matter what happens. We’ve been at this for decades, ever since we were young, and we always find our way back to each other,” Ricky reassured, leaning forward on the table. C.C. wanted to lace their fingers together more than ever but there was a rule that he couldn’t touch Ricky while visiting. His smile faltered a bit as he continued, “But, I had to ask some very dangerous people for help and now I have to pay the price. I’ll be going off the charts for a bit after I get out but don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

“You’re such an idiot,” C.C. replied without a malicious tone in his voice. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he placed his hand palm down on the table and Ricky did the same, sliding his hand across the surface so that their fingertips were barely touching. If the security guards noticed, they didn’t care enough to stop them.

“I’m sorry. It was the last option but I just wanted it to be over with already,” Ricky’s eyes were filled with so much regret that a tear slipped down C.C.’s face. C.C. pushed his hand slightly farther down the table so their fingertips were definitely touching and slightly overlapping.

“I forgive you. I’ll wait for you as long as it takes. Thank you for everything you’ve done,” C.C. didn’t wipe the tear from his cheek as he didn’t want to waste a single second of his time with Ricky. The universe seemed to always give them such a hard time.

“Time is up,” A security guard roughly informed and they took Ricky away, not allowing them to say their goodbyes at all. After his meeting with Ricky, C.C. gave Night Night a quick call to update him on how his brother was doing.

Even if C.C. didn’t get to spend as much time with Ricky as he wanted, he was able to rest later that night knowing that Ricky knew that C.C. still loved him.

When Ricky’s trial aired on television, C.C. managed to sit through the entirety of the trial without losing his temper at how unjustified it was. The evidence all seemed to pile up against Ricky and while he clearly killed Maizey’s gang, the other crimes he was accused of didn’t have evidence that was convincing enough to prove that he committed the crimes. Still, the judge believed that Ricky was guilty and convicted him of all the murders he was charged with. He was sentenced to a lifetime in prison and while people would have winced at that punishment, C.C. had learned from experience that a jail cell was too small to hold Ricky.

Ricky didn’t seem fazed by his punishment though as he seemed to have gone through this process, though on a smaller scale, numerous times and knew that he would find a way to get out. C.C. was surprised that Ricky remained in jail for two weeks as the last time he landed himself there, he got out within a week. Maybe it was because this time, the media attention was a little more intense so it took longer for the attention to die down. Once he did escape, C.C. knew that it was a matter of time before Ricky could return home.

Every day without Ricky made C.C. feel more lonely. When he was staying at the hotel, C.C. could at least meet with Ricky at night but now, he couldn’t even spend a couple of minutes with Ricky. Days seemed to drag on and the end of C.C.’s lonely days seemed impossibly far away.

The phrase “absence makes the heart grow fonder” was more accurate than C.C. imagined. Without Ricky by his side every day, C.C. found himself thinking about Ricky constantly, almost more than he thought about Ricky when they broke up. He sometimes spent evenings looking through photo albums or thinking about their childhood together, reflecting on how much they grew and how their relationship evolved.

Francesca paid a visit during this time to comfort C.C., reminding him that Ricky would be back. Francesca knew C.C. and Ricky better than anybody else and her support helped C.C. push through the tough times without Ricky. Night Night also called once or twice to check in on C.C., which C.C. greatly appreciated.

Finally, after a month, somebody came knocking on C.C.’s front door. When C.C. answered the knock, he thought it was the mailman or maybe a neighbor who got locked out of their house. Instead, he opened the door to find Ricky standing in a suit, looking as flawless as ever. After ushering Ricky into the house, C.C. didn’t hesitate to kiss the hell out of his boyfriend. He missed how Ricky tasted and the feel of Ricky’s lips against his. Ricky didn’t need to apologize and C.C. didn’t need to give his forgiveness again. They both knew they had each other now and that’s what mattered.

As Ricky said, life was going to throw obstacles their way but they were always going to find their way back to each other, no matter what.

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“Rescue Mission” - Part 2

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Frank Castle x Reader

Matthew Murdock x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,584

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Language, Violence, Kidnapping

Summary: You’re one of the vigilantes that run through Hell’s Kitchen, trying to make it a better place. You’re also dating the “dead” Frank Castle. Everything is manageable until you run into Daredevil and find out that he’s your brother, Matthew. Then shit hits the fan more than usual in Hell’s Kitchen.

Author’s Note: So I have this idea where I want to just have a sort of universe where the Hell's Kitchen boys and a vigilante reader are all together. For instance, my previous Frank piece “Care” would be a part of this universe. Not exactly sure about the timeline yet, but when I do, I will make a post about it.

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Matthew’s phone went off and read your text out loud to let him know that you were on your way. So, he left the office and headed home to wait for you. That was three hours ago. Something wasn’t right.

He pulled out his phone and called you. It rang twice before going to voicemail.

“Hi! You’ve reached (Y/N). I either can’t come to the phone right now or I just don’t want to answer. Leave your name, number, and message after the beep and maybe I’ll get back to you!”

Matthew just sighed before leaving a message.

“(Y/N/N), this isn’t funny. Look, I know last night was not how either of us intended, and I was a jerk for not telling you sooner. But I just… Please let me know you’re okay? I’m going to come out and look for you. Even if you have protection with you, I’m worried. Call me back.”

Matthew had to take a few deep breaths to try to stop his mind from racing with all of the worst case scenarios. He was worried; you were his little sister, he couldn’t let his emotions make him erratic, but he had to find you and make sure you were okay.

He suited up, and began a search of your normal places. But after not hearing anything near your apartment, Josie’s, your work, or any of your other favorites he really began to worry. He was on the rooftop of his apartment building when he tried to call you again. It rang twice before going to voicemail again.

“Hi! You’ve reached (Y/N). I either can’t come to the phone right now or I just don’t want to answer. Leave your name, number, and message after the beep and maybe I’ll get back to you!”

“(Y/N/N), please. I’ve searched everywhere I could think of. Where are you? Call me back.”

He was putting his phone away when he heard someone on the other side of the rooftop. Matthew slowly put his hand on his baton and waited, bracing himself for whoever thought they could sneak up on him.

“Who’s there?”

Slowly, Frank Castle walked towards him with a M16 aimed and ready to fire.

“Red, why were you callin’ (Y/N)?” He took another step closer.

“Look, I know you two are together and I--” Frank took two more quick steps closer, within seven feet of Matthew, gun aimed right at his head.

“Doesn’t answer my question. Why the fuck were you calling her?”

Matthew had to think quickly. Either tell Frank about his relationship to you and get him to help find you, or try to run and find you by himself.

“Answer me, Red!”

“Alright! Alright! Just… Lower the gun.”

Frank took a beat before slowly lowering his gun, but he kept it nearby and ready incase shit hit the fan. Matthew could hear the gun brush up against Frank’s leg as he lowered it. He turned to face Frank and took a breath.

“If I tell you, it stays between us. Not just for my sake, but for (Y/N)’s.”

Frank adjusted his stance and nodded. Matthew heard him sigh out through his nose and took that as a gesture to proceed. Matthew raised his hands up to show he meant to harm and closed the gap between the two men for that he was only a couple feet away so he could softly say what he had to say.

“I’m (Y/N)’s brother.”

Frank was taken aback. He took a few steps away and began to pace a bit. He was trying to comprehend that small, but important sentence.

“Wait… You’re-“

“Yes, and I’d rather you not say it out loud in case someone is listening. Like I said, not only could my life be effected, but so could (Y/N)’s.”

Frank had other questions, like how the fuck he was able to be Daredevil while being blind as fuck, or how the fuck he got away with this shit. But those questions could wait. He was too worried about you.

“She was supposed to be going to your place to talk about ‘family things.’ So why were you calling her?”

“She never came by. She told me she was on her way, but that was now 4 hours ago. I tried calling her, but it went to voicemail. I’ve spent the past hour looking for her.”

“She hasn’t answered my calls either.” Matthew could hear Frank’s heartbeat getting faster the more he thought about the situation. “You know about her pal, Cereberus, yeah?”

Matthew nodded. “We ran into each other last night. That’s the ‘family things’ we were that we were going to talk about.”

“Well, she doesn’t have her claws. Had a wrist brace on and couldn’t use them. They’re back at the apartment.” Now Matthew’s heart was going faster. It was one thing if something happened to you and you had the ability to fight back, but not having the claws meant that anything could have happened to you.

“Did she say she was doing anything before she was supposed to stop at my place?”

“Lunch with a girlfriend. Allie. Small café on 52nd and 9th. She told me not to follow her.” Frank took a step away, looked down, and ran his hand through his hair. “The one fucking time I actually listen, this shit happens.”

“Alright. We’ll get her back. We just gotta think of how,” Matt was saying, not only to try to help Frank out, but help quiet his worries as well. “I’m assuming we both have checked the café?”

Frank just nodded. The boys wracked their brains for any other sort of clue or way to find you. Frank takes out his phone and suddenly his mind clicks. Lieberman.

“I’m a fucking dumbass.”

“What? What happened?”

“Her phone.”

“What about her phone?”

“It rang a couple times before it went to voicemail.”

“Yeah, same when I called her.”

“That means that her phone is still on. I know a guy that can help us.”

Frank called a man named Micro and told him to meet them both at a diner across town. The boys hopped in Frank’s van and sped to their rendezvous point as fast as he could. Frank told Matthew to wait for him across the street from an old diner while he talked to his guy. It took a few minutes, but Micro was able to use his computer and find your phone. It wasn’t far from where they were. Frank got the location and ran back to meet back up with Red.

“Well? Did your guy pull through?”

“Yeah. Her phone is by that abandoned building on 48th and Jefferson.”

Matt started heading back to the van so they could finally go find you, but didn’t hear Frank following. Frank was staring at the diner. It wasn’t too visually appealing, but it was one of his favorites in town. Matt walked back towards Frank and heard him controlling his breathing more than usual.

“You okay, Frank?”

“Hm? Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. It’s just… Uh… (Y/N/N) and I had our first real conversation here. I was searchin’ for a guy on my list, but she beat me and took care of him. Abusive ex of hers apparently.”

“Quinten?”

“Yeah. That asshole. I always thought that was a douche-y name.” Frank then turned and headed towards the van, Matt not far behind.

Thanks to Frank’s driving, it didn’t take too long to get to the address that Micro gave the boys. The only problem was that building itself was about 20 stories tall and it had 2 basement levels.

Matthew knew that the situation was serious, but arriving at the building, and not being able to hear much of anything going on inside made him even more worried. You were his little sister, the only real family he had left. Knowing that you were in trouble crushed him, add in the fact that he had no idea what kind of condition you were in or who the heck even took you? Matt was a mess inside. But he had to keep it together; he was not going to lose you. Not today. Not like this.

“Can you hear anything?” Frank looked to Matt and hoped for the best. “I don’t know how far out your messed up senses work.”

“No, I don’t hear anything specific from here.” Frank could tell Matthew was more tense.

“Alright. So here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna start from the basement levels and work my way up. You start at the roof and work your way down. If you hear something or if I find anything, we call each other, yeah?”

Matthew couldn’t even muster up a “yes.” He just nodded his head once and started to head into the building. He only got a few steps before Frank caught up and stopped him.

“Hey, Red.”

“Yeah?”

“I know you and I don’t see eye-to-eye a lot. And I know our ways of fighting don’t exactly match up. But I—“

“Let’s just get (Y/N/N) back. I don’t care how. My only rule right now is do not hurt my little sister.”

“I don’t plan on that. Here or in the future.”

“Good.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Matt nodded again and headed to the roof while Frank began his descent. Both men going in with one mission in mind: you.

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