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ihaechans · 11 months
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Reminiscing || Mark Lee
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PAIRING ▸ Mark Lee x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ best friends to lovers, big fluff
WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, sweet Mark, Y/n character development is real, literally just sickening fluff...
SUMMARY ▸Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.
WORD COUNT▸1.7k
A/N▸ Head empty.... just boyfriend Mark Lee. (Dead serious this has been in my drafts for 8 months.)
ALSOOO this was originally supposed to be smut but I decided to take it out and make it a cute fluffy story because it’s my first fic back 😭
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You couldn’t accept that there could be other men out there named Mark Lee. The idea of someone having a completely different look and persona than the one of your best friend completely baffled you.
In your heart, your Mark was the greatest one. The only one you truly needed to keep going in life as well.
You were always one of the castaways at your school. Unknown. Boring. Friendless. It was always something you were used to.
It wasn’t exactly bad though. You actually quite enjoyed having so much time to focus on your studies since you were never invited to parties or friendly hangouts, but there was always this feeling. A feeling of loneliness and despair.
In complete solitude, you would study from dusk til dawn. Barely even glancing away from your computer screen throughout the day. The only time you would bother to check your phone was to see if your mom had texted you, which you admitted, was kind of humiliating.
No one ever would have thought an accidental text to the wrong number would start the strange friendship between you and Mark Lee, one of the more popular members of one of the biggest frats on campus.
Unknown Number:  Yo Jaeminnnn! Just got your new number man :) It’s mark btw
You: This isn’t Jaemin. Wrong number “Mark”.
Unknown Number: My bad. Why is my name in quotes though? I promise I’m the real Mark dude :(
You: You can be some weirdo trying to get my phone information by pretending to be one of my classmates. Who knows if you’re really Mark?
Unknown Number: I do… because I am the real Mark 🤦‍♂️ who is this anyway so I can save your number?
You: It’s y/n. You shouldn’t need to save my contact anyways. We won’t ever text again after this.
Mark: I like to be friendly with everyone just in case. Maybe you should try it instead of accusing me of being a criminal when you don’t even know me 😁
You: Goodbye Mark. You’re wasting my precious study time and you’re kind of annoying :)
You couldn’t imagine how any of your fellow students looked so relaxed and at ease with the endless piles of work. It was completely mind boggling.
Mark and his friends were those sort of people, and you were always jealous of them. How they continued to stay on top of assignments? You would never know.
“You were such an asshole when we first met.” His presence catches you off guard, but you can recognize that chuckle from anywhere. Silently turning your body to face him, you smile, dismissing his brutally honest comment.
“Well. I never knew having friends could be so…”
He finished your thought for you, “Life changing? Exciting? Eye opening?”
“Mhm.” You hum, mindlessly patting the spot next to you on the balcony, expecting him to plop down in the exact spot any second now.
“I admit, I was a complete bitch for no reason.” You stare at the sunset as you speak, knowing that Mark is simply listening in. “I was jealous of you. You were so effortlessly funny and friendly. Everyone knew and loved you, plus you got exceptionally good grades.”
Honestly, you don’t know why you were admitting to any of this. It made you feel as if you were a terrible person. Hopefully mark didn’t see you that way.
You sigh, “I wanted to be you. It was so unfair how I practically slaved away all day and night while you and your friends were out partying every other day yet still managing to pass. I wanted that to be me.”
You stare at Mark now, waiting to him to respond to such a presumptuous confession.
He was smiling, a smile full of love and kindness. He huffs out a laugh, you should’ve known he could never hate you. He could never hate anyone, no matter how wrong they could treat him.
“Can I admit something too?” He’s staring straight into your eyes now, a serious look taking over his features. “That day, I didn’t know it was your number, but-“ he clears his throat, bracing himself for the things he was about to admit to.
“I was interested in you before we became friends. You seemed pretty chill, but I never approached you since you always seemed like you wanted nothing to do with the human species. You were also really pretty…”
You ignore the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and hopefully Mark couldn’t see the slight blush that appeared on your face.
He lays down onto his back, laughing with his arms behind his head for support. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t give up on you?” He teases, poking you in the side with his elbow gently.
You smile and hit him on the shoulder playfully, rolling over onto your side to look at him. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t block you as soon as you texted me?”
He laughs even harder now, admitting that he found it funny how you seemed so intimidating over text but in person you were completely different.
“You wouldn’t even remember me if I hadn’t kept texting though,” he responds, ending the sentence with another chuckle.
“Wish I blocked you sooner so I didn’t start warming up to your annoying ass.” You speak with a serious expression, but one glance at Mark is all it takes for a laugh to force its way out, his own laughter causing you to giggle even harder.
“God, I love you Y/n. Seriously. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”
There it is. “Best friend”. All hope for you was over. You’ve officially been friend-zoned.
You ponder for a moment, thinking about all that he’s done for you and considering how easily things could’ve been different if you weren’t such a jealous bitch in the beginning.
Your friendship could’ve been so much stronger by now if you had accepted his kindness from the start, and you mentally scold yourself for it.
“Say it back.” He orders, perking up from his relaxed position and scooting closer to your body in between every passing second. “Say it back before it’s too late.”
“Why should I? Admitting I wanted to be you is already embarrassing enough. My embarrassment level is already full for today, tell me again tomorrow and maybe I’ll answer.”
“Alright then,” he tsks, “Guess I’ll just have to tickle you until you admit you love me back.”
Your eyes widen in genuine terror. You absolutely hated getting tickled and promised you would personally file a complaint to the police if Mark ever even thought about tickling you.
“Mark. Stop.”
“Say it back, idiot.”
Hissing through your teeth, you prepare for the worst. You’d rather just tell him you love him back than endure his attacks of merciless tickles and teasing.
Conceding defeat, you blink at him and fight the embarrassing grin that wants to appear on your lips. “I love you too Mark.” Hearing yourself say those words out loud almost has you jumping up and down with embarrassment and sending shivers down your spine.
You take a deep breath, trying to stay in control of your emotions.
He smiles, feeling content with your words. You’ve been friends for so long, and now you’ve finally mustered up the courage to tell him how you feel.
Countless times, he’s told you he loves you, but you’ve never said it back until now. You felt like a brand new person.
There’s a comfortable beat of silence before he speaks up, distrusting the moment of pure silence.
“Isn’t the sunset so pretty?” He murmurs, eyes completely focused on something else.
“Mark. You’re not even looking at the sunset,” you laugh, seeming to be completely clueless at what he was hinting at.
He chuckles at your ignorance before taking your hands into his and looking you in the eye. “Y/n. You’re pretty.” Your breath catches in your throat, “I like you. I thought it would be so obvious by now. I’ve been hinting at it for ages but you’re just so clueless it seems like this is the only way you would ever realize.”
He grins sheepishly, wincing as he awaits your reaction.
The only thing you can do is stare at him wide eyed, jaw almost completely on the floor at the sudden confession. “You like me?”
“Mhm.” He mumbles, scooting even closer to you, his eyes gazing straight at your lips.
He moves forward, cupping your face with his hands so he can finally attempt to kiss you.
Mark had no idea why he was feeling so bold in that moment. This situation could either go extremely terrible or surprisingly well.
He stops before his lips touch yours, giving you a second to push him away if you really needed to. You lightly grasp his side and he smiles before connecting your lips together.
It feels like heaven, almost like you two were meant to be. You wonder why you hadn’t done this sooner, and then remember that you were the one being so blinded by friendship that you dismissed his obvious flirting as teasing all this time.
All of Marks emotions embrace him as he backs away, warmth and comfort echoing between the two of you. Mark is a mess, face red and hands jittering uncontrollably and you find it quite amusing.
“I cant believe I actually just did that…” Mark is so overwhelmed as he retreats, barely able to keep his composure as he nearly fumbles with his words.
Your cheeks flush with the realization that you had just kissed Mark. You struggle to keep a grin from forming on your face. “Me neither…” you mumble, bringing a hand up to your lips, still shocked.
Mark smiles at you with adoration, mustering up the courage to finally say what he’s been holding back for the last few years. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”
He looks into your eyes in anticipation, barely able to contain his eagerness as he awaits for an answer.
“Mark, are you seriously asking me that right now?” You laugh, watching as marks smile fades away slightly in confusion. “How could I ever reject you?”
A sweet smile forms on your face, and the look of confusion soon leaves marks features as you kiss him again, making sure he understands that you are in fact, now his girlfriend.
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heavenstocharlee · 6 months
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Winterbreak // m.lee
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Characters: Mark Lee x gender neutral!reader Category: angst / fluff if you squint Word count: 500+ (first poetic blurb!) Song inspiration: Winterbreak by MUNA
Writer’s notes: I am coming out of retirement and posting this blurb I wrote solely because the song reignited my love for writing. It was exciting to write in a more poetic style than usual, and I hope you appreciate it! More life updates soon, but for now bon appetit!
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Just as the snow on your windowsill slowly melts, you observe time fracture through bits of fleeting moments. The cold never struck you in such a way as it did. More so than ever before, you felt the winter breeze emanating from the drywalls of your apartment into the warm comfort of your epidermis. The break was not supposed to be this long, you thought. The tugging exchanges between you and Mark lasted for eons, and now numbness fills the spaces between each thread of tension.
You always knew you'd find your way back to him. "One more try." But the winter winds convince you otherwise. 
You and Mark were well aware of the reparations for parting ways. The consequences, however, outweighed the benefits. The break was transparent, and every day it was a struggle to stay still. You desperately depend on the ice beneath your feet to keep you afloat.
You haven't seen Mark since last winter break. A little over a year of hearts moving farther, albeit your love growing fonder. The last memory you shared with Mark consisted of you picking up clothes scattered across the floor and slowly making your way onto the freezing front porch. He wants to walk you home, but you refuse. Tears then started to trickle down his face, indicating that it was over this time. Despite all the bones in your body wanting to wipe all his tears away, you left his residence. His warmth. 
You broke Mark's heart. 
This love was just not fitting at the moment; the love the both of you won't get right. No matter how hard you try.
Habits were hard to break. Your soul respond to each other like the ebb and flow of glacier lakes. Turquoise in color—organic, bright, and untouchable. Ethereally calm in some days, raging in others. But every time his lips parted and his eyes were filled with painful aches, it was all just covering up what was lying underneath. Despite knowing every single thing, it was not going to fix anything. It was not going to repair the cracks or turn back the clock of what was once more. 
"One more try." You often muttered when even a hint of longingness prevailed on your mind. Constantly, until you were sick of it and had to truly just let go. From days to weeks, and now a year. The calendar has turned a new leaf, and all of the frost reminds you of the warmth you once had. 
Would it be different this time? 
You both know you won't get it right. 
Will the winter winds carry you into a change of mind? 
You both know that the trial season is over. 
Magnetic, isn't it? 
Like a force dragging you to greener pastures, as the thin ice resurfaces the underlying intentions.
One text message you send to Mark responds in tentative ellipses. To continue.  To hope. 
You make your way onto the bridge that you once held your memories on. As the vapor out of your mouth comes into existence on that coldest day of the year, you admire winter in its full glory. This time up close and personal, far from childish admiration.
With light and warm footsteps, you hear Mark making his way over to you.
Still, you both know.  This time, alas, it is right. 
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blu-joons · 2 years
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Baby Kicks ~ Byun Baekhyun
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A groan came from you as another heavy kick hit against the side of your bump, causing you plenty of discomfort. There was still no sign of Baekhyun anywhere as you shuffled around on the bed, trying your best to find a position that was comfortable for both you and your baby too.
You wanted to call out to him, but you had no energy to try and get Baekhyun’s attention. All you could do was wait, hearing his footsteps coming up the stairs a few moments later, eyes immediately landing on your uncomfortable expression.
“Are you alright?” Baekhyun asked you as he picked up his pace, walking as fast as he could into the bedroom. “Are you in pain?” He then asked you as he placed his water bottle down.
Your hand tapped against the side of your bump to let him know where to be, with Baekhyun immediately taking a seat down beside you on the bed. His hand rested where yours was, feeling around for a few moments until he felt a surprisingly tough kick, looking at you with surprise on his face.
“Are they kicking?” Baekhyun chuckled, feeling a few gentler kicks soon follow after their first. “I love how that feels,” he whispered, never quite getting used to it.
“It’s alright for you, you’re not the one that’s getting kicked,” you joked in reply to him.
A weak smile formed on Baekhyun’s face as you spoke, reminding himself of how difficult some of your baby’s kicks were for you. You had lost count of your sleepless nights or early morning rises because of your baby getting restless and kicking about in your bump.
“Can I get you anything to make it more comfortable for you if they’re having a little wriggle in there?” Baekhyun quizzed, resting his hand against the top of your bump, keeping his eyes firmly on you as you rested.
“Maybe you could just tell them to stop?” You continued to tease, never failing to impress Baekhyun with how positively you tried to look at even the more difficult moments in pregnancy.
Although you told him that you were fine, Baekhyun still studied you for a few more moments. “I can get a cushion to place under your back,” he suggested, thinking of any little thing that would help, but your head shook appreciatively at all of his ideas.
If there was one thing that had surprised you about Baekhyun whilst you were pregnant, it was how attentive he was. He had been working less and at home more, and almost glued to your side pretty much whenever he could be in order to help you out and support you.
You knew why he loved being near you, as he hated missing anything. He loved to feel as many kicks and wriggles as possible that he could enjoy and smile at.
“Maybe I could sing to the baby, that might get them to settle,” Baekhyun then suggested, watching your eyes flicker across in his direction. He knew that it was a weakness of yours, listening to Baekhyun sing was something that you never tired of, and you knew was something that you baby seemed to enjoy too.
As he kept staring across at you, waiting for an answer from you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “If you sing, you’re singing for the baby, not for me,” you tried to defend, leaving him with no choice but to agree to do it.
Baekhyun’s eyes rolled as you left him with no choice but to agree with you. “I can’t wait for this baby to come so that you can stop using them to guilt trip me into doing absolutely anything for you Y/N.”
Your shoulders shrugged innocently, “I’m just saying that I’m sure that our baby would like to hear you sing, I mean they did settle when you sang to them the other day?”
Before you knew it, Baekhyun began to sing, resting his head down as close to your bump as he possibly could. You sat in silence as you listened to him, as ever you were attentive when Baekhyun sung and in awe of just how talented he was. Once he was done, his hand rested against your bump, feeling nothing from there.
After a few moments, his eyes flickered up to look at you too. “I think it worked,” he whispered with a proud smile on his face. “How are you feeling? Are you a little more comfortable now there’s no kicks coming your way?”
Your head nodded as your hand came down to brush gently through Baekhyun’s messy fringe. He could tell from your smile that you enjoyed it more than you let onto him, you loved to try and pretend to not be interested, especially whilst you were pregnant.
“It feels a lot easier not having my body beaten black and blue by our restless baby,” you sniggered back down to him, “I don’t know where they get their strength from to be honest.”
“Excuse me, have you seen me?” Baekhyun asked you, flexing his bicep back up at you for proof.
You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing back at Baekhyun as he tensed as much as he possibly could. Between the two of you, everyone knew that you were definitely the stronger out of you both, proven time and time again.
Once he had finished proving his strength to you, Baekhyun moved his arm back down to rest it over the top of your baby bump again. His smile was wide as he didn’t feel a thing, glad that your baby was settled. As much as he loved feeling your baby’s kicks, Baekhyun was also aware of just how uncomfortable they could be for you, never wanting to enjoy the ones that hurt you too much, even if they felt funny to him.
Each time when a strong kick came, Baekhyun’s eyes looked to you straight away. As soon as he watched you cringe, he would forget about everything else and check on you, getting you absolutely anything that you needed.
The most important thing for Baekhyun was your comfort, that’s all that he wanted ever since he found out that you were pregnant. For all of his jokes and laughter, when he saw you struggling, he would be serious and right by your side until he was sure you were alright.
“Just think, they’ll be no kicks in a couple of months,” you told him.
“But then I’ll get plenty of baby cuddles instead,” he quietly chuckled, “I’ll take holding my baby over feeling them kick any day of the week.
“It’ll fly by Baek,” you told him, feeling his eyes look back up at you again, unable to help the proud and excited smile that was on his face once more.
His head nodded, feeling his stomach knot with enthusiasm. “I can’t wait to just do everything that parents do. You know that I’m going to be the best dad ever Y/N, I’ll be here for the two of you all the time.”
“I know, you’ll be the best,” you encouraged, “I’m sure our baby will know just how lucky there are.”
“I’ll make sure they know just lucky they are,” Baekhyun whispered, “mainly because they’re lucky to have you, I mean you’ve grown them perfectly so far.”
“Aside from when they kick me.”
“Aside from those rough kicks, they’re definitely perfect.”
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atinyjules · 15 days
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How To Become A Hero; The Hard Way ft. Mark Lee
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*:・゚✧ Mark Lee *:・゚✧
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teaandbatteries · 1 year
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Willing Sacrifice - Mason x Evelynn
Her heartbeat. It was quiet, it was uneven, it was stuttering, but it was there. The sound of it was the last thread holding Mason's sanity in place.
He was standing in front of the closed door of the operating theater, deep in the heart of the medical wing of the Agency's Wayhaven facility. Forehead pressed against the harsh steel door, he closed his eyes and forced himself to take slow breaths; with each inhale, he counted the beats of the fluttering heart, muted but audible through the door.
There were other hearts beating within, of course - Elidor's steady thump, underlining the quicker, anxious beats the two nurses. But they were easy to ignore in favour of the unsteady, fluttering pulse he needed. It felt like his own heart was beating in time with hers - hanging still in terror with each pause, afraid that the previous beat would be the last he might hear, and then thudding hard against his ribs in relief the very instant head heard the next.
There were other sensations, too. He was vaguely aware that he was cold, his clothing soaked through with rain and blood. The smell of her blood mixed with acrid medicine clouded around him. And there were voices. Footsteps. Someone was shouting.
His eardrums felt like they were splitting. His sinuses ached. The chilled air felt like a thousand tiny needles on his skin. But it all felt unimportant - hardly more than a vague annoyance. Nothing mattered but listening for the next beat of Evelynn's heart.
Because if he didn't hear it... If she didn't survive.... And it was his fault...
Mason gave a shuddering grunt as his stomach twisted painfully at the thought.
Someone was standing next to him. Close enough that he could feel their body heat, even though they weren't touching him. They were shouting. There was another voice, too, almost as loud, almost as close. He had to strain to hear Evelynn's next heartbeat over the noise. He couldn't care less about the noise itself, but he would end anything that threatened to drown out the only sound that actually mattered.
Mason whipped around to come face-to-face with Rebecca, a vicious snarl ripping out of him - a promise of such violence that Adam took several steps towards them, as if he feared he might have to intervene.
Rebecca didn't move. She didn't even pause in shouting at him. "--supposed to protect her!"
Nate tried to step in, his expression torn. "Agent Fair--"
Rebecca didn't seem to even hear him, continuing her tirade unbroken at Mason. "Explain to me how you let this happen!"
"And you're supposed to be her mother," Mason hissed.
The implication in his tone was finally enough to make Rebecca stop yelling. Her face went ashen with enough anger that it seemed she wasn't able to put her emotions to words.
Mason took a step forward, forcing her back. "So maybe you can explain to me why the fuck she thought it was a good idea to step between me and a fucking bullet!"
The change in Agent Fairwood was instant. The fury twisting her features slackened to horror. "She... what? Why?!"
"You fucking tell me!" Impotent frustration spilled out of Mason in a wordless roar, and he spun on his heel to punch the wall behind him, sending chunks of cinder-block flying.
Adam was next to him an instant later, a hand laid gently over Mason's throbbing fist. His eyes were filled with sympathy, but his tone brooked no argument, "I know. But if you do anything to endanger Evelynn's care, I will remove you."
Mason pulled his lips back, as if to snarl again. But underneath the aimless anger, there was another feeling, suffocating in its power, that demanded he listen because she mattered more than his rage. Mason forced himself to take a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded slowly.
In the meantime, Rebecca had collapsed into one of the waiting room benches, staring aimlessly at the door of the operating room. "Why would she...?"
Nate took a seat next to her. "The bullet was laced with DMB."
As Adam withdrew from Mason's side, Mason was left standing with his forehead pressed against the door once again. But it seemed now he remained at least partly aware of what was happening around him, because he ground out a response to Nate's comment; "What the fuck does that matter?"
"Enough to kill most vampires," Felix added softly.
Mason's hands curled into fists. "So? She fucking knows I can handle more DMB than most vampires. I would have been fine."
"Possibly," Adam answered, leaning heavily against the wall. "But evidently, that was not a risk she was willing to take on your life."
This time, another snarl did escape out of Mason as he turned to glare at Adam. "But it was a risk she was willing to take with hers?!"
The waiting room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The answer was obvious, but no one wanted to say it aloud. Mason knew very well that it was true. Nobody needed to say it, and it felt cruel to give unnecessary voice to his torment.
He gave a shuddering breath, one that sounded unpleasantly like a swallowed sob, and let himself slide down the wall to sit on the sterile linoleum, his head bowed and his hands curled tight in his hair.
Rebecca stared down at her hands, blinking rapidly. "I... I wanted it to be a failure. A mistake. A hole in procedure that could be filled. But we can't protect her if she would choose to..."
A sharp breath from Mason interrupted her, and she looked over to see him hunched even further forward, his shoulders pulled up to his ears, his fingers digging into his temples. She fell silent. He'd already borne the weight of her fear through her blame. He didn't need to be burdened further.
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No one was entirely sure how much time had passed. No one had moved for however long it had been. The heartbeat was still there. Still fluttering. Perhaps just a little stronger.
The operating room door opened to Elidor. Everyone was on their feet in an instant. Most waited with baited breath for news, but Mason had no intention of waiting to hear what had happened to her. He needed to see her. Now.
Elidor didn't even have the chance to speak before Mason had ducked under his arm and disappeared into the operating theater.
"I-- She's not--!" A door slammed from inside, and Elidor pursed his lips in irritation, his gaze swinging back to those still waiting in front of him. "The rest of you can meet me at the observation room down the hall, where she is recovering from surgery." He stepped back and snapped the door shut again, grumbling to himself as he followed Mason.
There was a door inside the operating room which led directly into a series of hospital rooms, intended for those under medical observation after surgery. Evelynn had already been delivered to one when Elidor went to speak with Unit Bravo. Mason was already inside by the time Elidor caught up.
When he opened the door to the observation room, he found Mason seated on the floor next to Evelynn's bed. The position was nearly identical to the one he'd adopted while waiting for news - his head hanging between his knees, his fingers buried in his hair. But the tension threatening to tear him in half had eased; not gone, but lessened enough to make his exhaustion apparent.
Elidor came to a stop just in front of Mason, towering over the vampire with crossed arms. "Do you really think it's a good idea to be in here while you're covered in filth?"
Mason lifted his head slowly to peer down at his hands, smeared with the rusty-brown of dried blood. He didn't answer; he just pushed himself to his feet and trudged to the sink on the other side of the room, where he began to wash his hands. "Get me some scrubs."
Elidor watched, unmoving, with a deep frown. "You hate scrubs."
Mason paused, scowling at him. "Do you want me to change or not?"
Elidor hesitated, pursing his lips. He wanted Mason to go have a shower and get changed properly. And maybe get some sleep. There were rules for a reason, and he was not going to bend them for Mason! He was not!
Elidor scoffed under his breath about "heart-strings" and pulled open a drawer, pulling out a set of blue scrubs and tossing them down on the counter next to Mason. "You need a shower."
Mason huffed out a breath. "Yeah, I know, I just..." His gaze pulled towards the bed as if drawn against his will, making him twist awkwardly even while he was still washing up.
A knock sounded at the door, and Elidor went to answer it, grumbling to himself.
Rebecca and the rest of Unit Bravo waited on the other side, each wearing hope on their faces with varying openness.
"She'll be okay?" Rebecca asked, swallowing against a voice that wobbled slightly.
Elidor nodded. "She was lucky. The bullet ricocheted off one of her ribs and only clipped one of her lungs, and the path was pretty clean. The damage could have been considerably worse. She may lose some mobility in her left shoulder, but she should otherwise make a full recovery. A slow recovery, but a full one."
"Can we see her?" Felix asked.
"She won't wake now until at least morning," Elidor answered, rolling his eyes at Felix's pout. "You can go in and see her, but not all at once. And do not try to wake her up, or I will bar all of you from her room until she's fully recovered."
"We can wait until she wakes," Adam answered - though he was looking at Felix, despite responding to Elidor.
Felix scowled. "What? But--"
Nate offered a reassuring smile. "She's fine. We know she's fine. That should be enough. Besides, we could all use a little rest, after tonight. We'll see her first thing in the morning."
Felix peered into the room, his eyes lighting on Mason, who had returned to his silent vigil at the side of Evelynn's bed. "I... Yeah, alright. I guess."
The rest of Unit Bravo trailed slowly away, leaving only Rebecca to step inside the room. She stayed only a moment - long enough to leave a kiss on Evelynn's forehead - before retreating to prepare a report on this new weapon apparently in use by the Trappers.
She paused at the door, now that everyone else had gone, and looked at Mason. "Agent, I.... apologize for what I said earlier. It was said in fear and..." She sighed. "The truth is, it gives me comfort, knowing she has someone to watch over her when I can't."
And then she left Mason alone with the sound of Evelynn's heart beat.
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It was difficult to say how much time had passed when another set of footsteps approached the door - ones that didn't belong to one of the medical staff who came in and out to check her status from time to time.
Nate stepped into the room and frowned when he saw Mason, still sitting on the hard floor. It seemed it hadn't moved at all.
"Mason, you need to get some rest." Nate settled down on the floor next to him, peering down at his friend, hoping to see any response at all.
Mason didn't move, but Nate did hear a faint growl rumbling in his chest at the suggestion.
Nate sighed. "Why not? She'll be safe if you go clean up and get some sleep."
There was a long silence, and Nate started to think that maybe Mason was just going to refuse any conversation at all, until grey eyes peered up at him from under a mess of dark hair. "I can't, I need to hear that... that she's alive."
Nate pursed his lips. Mason did need to get some rest, but his heart wouldn't allow him to insist. Not after that. Unless...
Thinking quickly, Nate pushed himself to his feet. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Maybe I can help." And then he disappeared back into the hall.
A half hour later, the footsteps of that telltale long stride could be heard in the hallway again. Nate stepped silently back into the room, and placed a set of clothes on the floor next to Mason, with a plain plastic keycard on top.
Mason peered up at Nate, confusion colouring his expression enough that it was clear even in the dark. "What's this?"
Nate smiled, pushing wet hair back out of his face. "It's a change of clothes, and the key to the bathroom down the hall. It's meant for medical staff but I was able to convince the duty nurse to let you use it, just this once." He took a seat once more on the floor, this time opposite Mason. "There are only two walls between this room and the bathroom." He paused, lowering his voice. "You'll be able to hear her heartbeat in the shower. I checked."
There was silence, and then a deep, shuddering breath from Mason. He winced as he stood, his muscles protesting against having been held still for so long, and gathered up the pile of clothing. "Thanks."
Nate smiled. "Of course. I'll stay with her while you're gone."
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Nate left shortly after Mason returned, freshly showered and changed out of his bloody clothes. At some point while Mason was gone, someone thought to bring a chair into Evelynn's room. He pulled it as close to her bed as he could manage and settled into it, glad that at least he wasn't going to have to spend the night on the hard floor.
He might have gotten some sleep after that. It was hard to tell if he'd dropped off between beats of her heart. He must have, because even he wouldn't have been able to get through the night without at least some sleep. Not after all that had happened. It couldn't have been long, though; he was never asleep long enough to dream.
He had fallen into a half-aware doze around dawn when Evelynn murmured something in her sleep. He was on his feet the moment he realized he wasn't dreaming her voice, though not fast enough; she woke suddenly, pushing herself upright in bed with a cry of distress, followed immediately by cry of pain as her injuries were wrenched by the motion. Her throat was so dry that it felt almost cracked, and she curled forward, coughing violently.
"Woah, sweetheart, calm down." Mason knelt on the bed next to her, a glass of water already in hand. "You're alright." His arm wrapped low around her hips, pulling her towards him as he pressed the glass to her lips with his other hand. He told himself it was only to steady her as she drank, but there was no point in trying to keep up such an obvious lie. Not when it felt like a vice around his heart released the moment he touched her.
Evelynn emptied the glass, gingerly taking it from him to finish herself. But the moment she could think of anything beyond remembering how to breathe, she looked up at Mason with wide, worried eyes. "Mason." Her voice still sounded weak and shaky, but at least now she could speak without dissolving into a fit of coughs. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Mason scoffed, an echo of that fear-fueled anger surging in him again. "Me?! You're the one who got shot!"
Eve leaned gingerly against his side for support, already feeling like sitting up on her own was too much exertion. She knew she should probably lie back down, but the terror of the shooting was still too fresh - she wasn't willing to let him go. Not yet. She needed the reassurance that he was here, warm and breathing next to her. "I know, but if it had passed through, it still might have hit you."
Mason let out a growling breath that sounded quite a lot like a murmured curse of some kind. "Let me get this straight. You're worried about me, because you think I might have been hit if the bullet passed completely through your chest?"
Well, it sounded ridiculous when he framed it that way. Eve tucked her head down against his shoulder, as if that might hide her blush - as if he wouldn't be able to feel the heat of it anyway. "...Yeah, that's... pretty much exactly it."
Mason groaned, pressing his lips to her temple before he said something stupid in his frustration. After several slow breaths, he finally ground out, "Could you please just be selfish for five fucking minutes?"
Guilt prodded at Evelynn, and she closed her eyes, unsure of how to explain. "I am being selfish." She didn't even have to look at him to sense his disbelief. She could feel it in the way his lips moved against her skin, and in the way his breath washed over her hair. Despite the situation, despite the pain, it tugged the corners of her lips into a sad little smile. "I could pretend it was heroism or self-sacrifice. But the truth is, I had to pick between potentially losing you, and getting shot." She picked awkwardly at a loose thread in the sheets. "Getting shot just seemed like it would hurt less."
A growl rolled out of him at that. Did she seriously expect him to believe this bullshit? "Oh, yeah." The sarcasm in his tone even more cutting than usual. "How selfish of you to be willing to die for every fucking person who ever ends up in danger in this town."
Some distant part of Eve's mind said that he wasn't being fair. She didn't exactly run around trying to die for people. She was willing to put herself in danger for others, sure, but that was hardly the same as taking a bullet for them. Did he really not understand? "It... wouldn't be selfish if I did it for someone else."
She felt it, the moment Mason understood just what she was trying to say. There was a beat or two of confusion, and then his spine went rigidly straight and he sucked a breath in through his teeth. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Evelynn squeezed her eyes shut, shuffling a little closer to him to tuck her head under his chin. "I told you." Her answer was so small that it was difficult even for him to hear - especially over the thundering of her heart. "I was being selfish. I picked the thing that would hurt me the least. Getting shot would hurt less than losing you. Just you." Her fingers crawled hesitantly over the sheets until she could hook one of her fingers over one of his; desperate for the affection, but afraid he was too angry or uncomfortable for the contact. "It... wouldn't be selfish if it was someone else."
The silence hung heavily over them as Mason as he tried to process what she was saying. Not the words themselves, but what she really meant - what she must feel, if this was true. It was so tempting to wrap his other arm around her and pull her closer against him. But he knew he couldn't, not without hurting her, so he caught her fidgeting hand in his instead, weaving their fingers together and holding tight.
They were avoiding the word for this feeling, both of them, as if it would make a difference. As if leaving it unsaid would protect them - would protect him, because he knew he was the coward who feared it, that she would have said it long ago if she thought he would have wanted to hear it. As if he wasn't living the very pain and fear right now that he was pretending he could avoid if he didn't give this feeling a name. As if voicing a single word would make any difference in how afraid he was to lose her.
When he finally responded, his voice was rasping and uncertain. "...Why?"
The question was so unexpected that Eve almost laughed. "You know why, Mason."
She was right. He did know. He thought it would scare him, but mostly he just felt stupid for thinking that denial would somehow protect him. The terror was still there, of course - it just was no longer the fear of giving into this feeling. It was too late for that.
Some small, puerile part of him wanted her to promise she'd never do anything like this again. But a larger, more solid part of him - a part coloured, perhaps, by that feeling he still lacked the courage to name - told him that he couldn't; if she asked the same of him, if she tried to make him promise not to sacrifice himself for her, he'd refuse. If he was the one choosing between his life and hers, he'd choose hers, every time.
And maybe... maybe there was something warm in the thought that it was unfair to ask that of her, because it meant that she felt this with the same terrifying depth that he did.
So instead, he heaved a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging. "Yeah, well... I guess I'm selfish that way, too."
Eve turned her head to press a kiss to his collar. He could feel the smile on her lips. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For... understanding, I suppose."
A low groan dragged its way out of Mason, and he gave in, just a little, to his desire to pull her closer. "I wish I didn't."
She answered with a quick, breathless chuckle, looking up at him half-closed eyes. "I know."
Mason huffed out sigh halfway between annoyed and affectionate. "Figures. You know everything else." Untangling their hands, he brushed his fingers gently across her cheekbone.
Eve seemed to relax into him at the gesture, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them again, she found Mason dipping down to press a quick, chaste kiss to her lips.
"You need to sleep, sweetheart."
She caught the hem of his shirt again, pulling gently. "Will you stay?"
He chuckled, low and indulgent, in a way that said he was surprised she felt the need to ask. Settling back against the pillows, he opened his arms for her to join him and she shuffled eagerly but gingerly into place, trying to find a balance between staying a close as possible without further aggravating her injuries.
As she settled, he answered in a mumble, so quiet that she wasn't sure if she was meant to hear at all. "Not even the end of the world could make me leave."
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mklvibes · 2 years
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love you to the moon and to saturn | lee jeno
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pairing. lee jeno x reader
genre. established relationship. fluff. 
word count. 1800+
warnings. light angst, slight makeout session, grammatical errors ahead! (lmk if you see anything else!)
playlist. taylor swift: seven, hey stephen (taylor’s version), stay stay stay (taylor’s version). the 1975: fallingforyou
author’s note. happy belated birthday lee jeno! 
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“Do you still dream of going away once you graduate?” Jeno asked you, melancholy laced in his voice. 
His question was sudden, not something you thought that was on his mind the night of his birthday. But then again, Jeno always manages to surprise you. Such as this, a clear night under the stars in their treehouse. Almost a year of dating him, yet you only found out about the treehouse today. 
“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, tightening your hold on his hand. Truth be told, ever since you fell in love with him, you never thought of going away by yourself, unless it’s with him - exploring new cities, falling in love with the countryside - all of it was with him. It dawned on you then, that this man laying beside you, whose thumb was grazing the back of your palm, is your home. He is someone you pictured coming home to after a tiring day. Someone, you pictured dancing with you in the kitchen with only the refrigerator lights on. And if soulmates were real, you knew Lee Jeno would be yours. “But I know I want to be with you.” 
God, you almost cringed at yourself by saying a cheesy line. But it was what you felt. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah,” you assured him. “It’s your birthday, Jen. You shouldn’t think about those things. I promise you I’m not going away, not when I consider this place as my home. And if I do, I’d still come back to this place. Remember how we always joked about buying that house on the hilltop and owning more than ten dogs? I’d like that with you someday.” 
“Well, maybe not ten dogs,” Jeno shook his head. “We can barely even cook properly ourselves, how will we take care of ten dogs?” 
“They’ll have to eat the failed dishes, of course,” you answered, a teasing smile on your lips.
“And risk them getting food poison? I’d rather be the one to eat those.” Jeno let go of your hand, standing up. 
You pulled on his arm. “Where are you going?” 
“Just putting on some music, baby.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Be right back.”
You sat up when he fully left your vision, going somewhere behind you. The treehouse was not like the ones you imagined before, as something fit only for a child. This treehouse was spacious and littered with various memories from Jeno’s life. You could spend days here, asking him the story behind every little thing in the treehouse. There was a firetruck with broken tires, a story he told you earlier in which Haechan was the one to break it back in kindergarten. That was the start of their friendship, he told you. He was so mad at Haechan back then that he also broke Haechan’s remote-controlled toy car, which turned out to be Jaemin’s. It was a whole mess back then that led to the three of them becoming best friends. 
You looked around, noticing stickers of planes on the wall. The lighting of the treehouse was well enough that you see airplanes faintly drawn on its walls. It brought a small smile to your face, knowing how Jeno was on his way toward achieving his dream of becoming a pilot. 
Speaking of, you remembered your gift still in your bag. Crawling over to where it is placed, you rummaged its inside until you’ve found the blue velvet box containing your gift for him. It wasn’t much really, but the lengths you took to acquire it was something you’d treasure. 
“Hey,” Jeno walked over to you, speakers in one hand and the other holding his phone, handing it to you. “Play something.” 
“Why/” 
“Nothing,” he shrugged, sitting down next to you. “I just like the songs you listen to.” 
“Even KPOP?” 
“Yes, even that,” he said, brushing back strands of your hair that fell on the side of your face. 
You scrolled through his Spotify playlists, looking for one specific playlist. It was a playlist he made while he was still courting you with music you recommended, as well as songs from his playlists he thought you’d like. In a way, it was your comfort playlist and nothing feels comfier than this, the treehouse with a glass roof so you could see the stars, surrounded by things Jeno grew up with, and of course, the birthday boy himself. 
You found the playlist, chuckling as ‘Hey, Stephen’ by Taylor Swift played on shuffle. “You know, I always thought of you whenever I listened to this song.” 
“Why so?” He curiously looked at you, tilting his head a little to the side. 
“Because I can’t help it if you looked like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so,” You sang, making him laugh. “Come feel this magic, I’ve been feeling since I met you, can’t help it if there’s no one else. Mm, can’t help myself.” 
“I get it now,” he wrapped his arms around you when he calmed down, pulling you closer to his chest. 
“Do you?” 
“Maybe.” You scrunched your nose at that, but you can feel him smiling. 
You placed your head on Jeno’s shoulders and looked up through the glass roof, and to the stars, noticing how clear the skies are. “You know, I never learned the names of the stars. Renjun was skilled in astrology, I wasn’t. I never bothered to learn them, only tracing them with my finger and coming up with names for them.” 
Before answering, Jeno changed your positions, moving backward before pulling you into his chest, his legs on either side of you as his hands circled your waist. “Can you introduce them to me?” 
“I don’t really remember the names, though,” you frowned, thinking deeply. 
“Oh!” You perked up, grabbing one of Jeno’s hands and tracing stars with him. “There. The one you just drew, what is that?” 
“A house?” 
“It is, so I named it Mariposa, after the street of my childhood home.” You pulled his hand again to trace another star. “Okay, that’s another one. What do you think that is?”
Jeno puffed his cheeks, making you laugh. “Any clues?” 
“No,” you answered with a playful grin. 
“Okay, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Is it a clock?” 
You shook your head. 
“A fan?” No. 
“The moon?” No. 
“Eyes?” No. 
Jeno guessed a few more, but it was far from the correct answer. “Giving up?” 
“Never,” he answered. 
With a hum, you settled comfortably in his chest, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers. You liked that he wore rings, often making you feel an additional wave of butterflies whenever you feel the cold metal in your hands when you hold his. You toyed with his rings for a few minutes, twisting them, changing their placement from one finger to another, until you feel Jeno sigh, placing his chin on your shoulder. “I give up.” 
“It’s you, silly.” You turned around to face him, cupping his face, and placing a small peck on his lips. You laughed and watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “That’s a dog and I remember naming it Nono, maybe I truly was meant to find you.” 
“I love you,” was his only reply, capturing your lips in his. It wasn’t light, nor was it heavy, but it was intimate, feeling as his lips molded into yours, taking his time as if it was the first time he had kissed you like this. You blamed the heat of the moment when your eyes fluttered shut, melting into the kiss as he tightened his hold around your waist. 
When you pulled away, you immediately remembered your gift and handed it to him, sitting criss-cross in front of him on the wooden floorboard. “Happy birthday, baby.”
You watched as he carefully opened the box, smiling softly when he saw your gift. It was a silver bracelet with a moon locket, which opens with the message, ‘I love you to the moon and to Saturn’. It matched with your necklace, which has Saturn as its charm and the reply inscribed inside. “Have I told you I love you to the moon and to Saturn?” he said with a smile.
“Passed down like folk songs,” you replied not missing the reference. He pulled you into a hug, placing another kiss on your forehead before handing you the bracelet. “Help me?” 
Clasping the bracelet on his left wrist, you saw how his eyes stayed on the charm, showing galaxies in them you could never see in the night sky because only his eyes hold them. 
Instead of focusing on one thing like Jeno was doing, you became aware of your surroundings. You noticed how loud the crickets were like somehow you were in the middle of a forest. And you also heard the music slowed to a stop, changing to the next song - a much slower song this time. It was one of Jeno’s music, a The 1975 one. 
When you recognized the song, you immediately stood up, taking Jeno’s attention away from the charm on his bracelet when the floorboard creaked as you stood up. His eyebrows furrowed when you offered your hand to him, but still, he held your hand lightly, swaying it to the beat of the song. 
“Come on, dance with me,” you said, watching as recognition crossed his face over your outstretched hand. 
“Shouldn’t I be the one to say that?” He said as you pulled him up. 
“Gender roles are overrated,” you answered, rolling your eyes, as you brushed his shoulders when he stood up. 
“Touche.” He wrapped his arms once again around your waist, this time to dance with you. 
There are days when your height difference with Jeno annoys you, this is not one of those days. You were grateful that your parents blessed you with height enough to wrap your arms around his neck as you swayed towards the beat of the song. Honestly, you weren’t really sure if you and Jeno are still swaying to the beat of the song, but you didn’t care. All you did care about was this - Jeno dancing with you when he won’t even let you dance with him during prom night years ago. This was the first time the two of you have slow danced, and you were sure to savor this moment with him. 
“Are you having fun?” You asked him, your hands playing with the strands of his hair on the back of his neck. 
“Yeah, very much,” he replied. You honestly don’t know how he does it but he smiled with his eyes, and you found yourself smiling back. 
“You know, someday, we’d be doing this at our own apartment,” you said. 
Jeno hummed. “What?”
“This,” you replied. “Dancing in our own living room or around the kitchen with the refrigerator lights.” 
Jeno smiled at that. “You and your Taylor Swift references.” 
“You know you love that.” 
“I do.” He kissed your forehead. “Very much. And I can’t wait to experience that and Stay Stay Stay with you.” 
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oraclekleo · 1 year
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Mark Lee (NCT / SuperM) Ideal Partner Tarot Reading
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Deck: Crow + Zodiac Dice
Spread: Ideal Partner
Questions:
Body 
Heart 
Spirit 
Soul 
Time 
Place
Zodiac Sign
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Mark Lee
Stage Name: Mark
Group: NCT / SuperM
DOB: 02.08.1999
Sun Sign: Leo
Chinese Sign: Earth Rabbit
Life Path Number: 2
Masterpost: NCT
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Mark Lee
Mark (NCT / SuperM)
Deck: Crow + Zodiac Dice
Spread: Ideal Partner
Body - X The Wheel of Fortune
Mark’s ideal partner is likely to perfectly adjust to their profession in the sense of their appearance. They are likely to adapt to their environment and no matter their personal taste, they try to blend in with their co-workers and follow any dress code they need to follow. They are likely to turn into a completely different person in private. If their job requires them to wear formal clothes, they enjoy wearing casual and colourful items in private. They are likely to have a wide and beautiful smile.
Heart - 3 of Swords
Mark’s perfect match might be brokenhearted from their previous relationship. It’s possible they are still hurting, licking their wounds and their heart feels sensitive and they tend to protect it from another harm. Mark might need to show patience, compassion and understanding in order to gain their trust.
Spirit - Ace of Pentacles
Mark’s significant other is someone deeply rooted, they are likely very close to their family and desire to settle down and have children of their own one day. They are likely skilled in handling finances and have a good common sense. They might not be super romantic but when they fall in love, they are serious about it, their feelings are genuine and true and they are loyal and caring.
Soul - 10 of Wands
Deep down in their soul, Mark’s sweetheart is a responsible and hard-working person who has trouble delegating. They prefer to overwork themselves rather than sharing their burden with anybody else and they might lead themselves to the edge of burnout occasionally. They probably don’t really know how to properly relax and attend manual work even during holidays and vacations (gardening, DIY, etc.). They might need help to relax properly.
Time - 2 of Wands
Mark might meet his special person when collaborating with them on a project. He’s likely to feel enchanted by their deep focus and dedication and their unique vision. On the other hand, he might teach them to approach projects more creatively and with joy.
Place - 8 of Wands
If Mark decides to share home with his ideal partner, it’s likely to be a dynamic place full of commotion. It’s likely for them to have a family not long after starting living together and it’s very possible they might like to have more than just one child together.
Zodiac Sign - Capricorn
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whumptimebaby · 2 years
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If it all ends tomorrow (alternate ending)
@wondero28 @5town ask you shall receive 🤝
CW: Mentions of plane crash, CPR, hospitals, mentions of temporary character death (?)
The italicized bit at the beginning is copy and pasted from the original fic, it’s just so you know when this takes place!!
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“They're here, they're ready to take over.” 
Aaron Z. looked up, meeting the eyes of a person in a bright orange jacket. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead. She gave him a kind smile. 
And then Robaire’s arms were around him, pulling him back. He was too exhausted to object. 
He watched them take over CPR. He watched them set up the AED. He watched them administer the first shock. 
Aaron T. jolted once, remaining limp. 
Another person, clad in an equally hideous orange jacket, watched the machine for any signs of life. 
“Nothing.” 
He sat there, and watched. Robaire didn't leave him. He didn't dare move, he didn't want to mess anything up, all the while they cycled through those steps. CPR, “clear,” shock, jolt, wait, repeat. At some point, one of the helicopters left with Jesse and Taeyoung. He supposed it should make him feel better, but he didn't want to be very far away from them, let alone let them disappear in another aircraft during a storm. 
He couldn't let himself lose hope. 
"Clear!"
Another jolt. Robaire's breath caught in his throat. 
He waited. Robaire waited. The search and rescue team waited. 
Beep. Beep.
"We have a pulse!"
He was weightless. Every ounce of pressure, every muscle in his body, every tense part of his soul eased. 
It was euphoric. Blissful. The rain stopped feeling like bullets against his metal skin, and became a cool, cleansing stream. 
He could be celebrating too early, but he knew it. He knew that some divine force had decided they needed to be five. Somewhere out there, somebody was on Aaron T.'s side, and that being was what changed whatever that crash was supposed to do. 
He knew, of course, that this wasn't meant to happen. Aaron T. shouldn't have regained his pulse, not after an injury like that. He knew enough about medicine for that. 
But it had happened, and to whatever force made that so, he was eternally grateful. 
"Ro." He nudged him. "It's over."
He squeezed Aaron Z. just a little bit tighter. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. We're going home."
"All of us?"
"All of us."
The search and rescue team split, some sticking around Aaron T. as they worked to keep him stable, and some busied themselves with checking Aaron Z. and Robaire. 
He found himself drifting. Now that safety cradled him and his adrenaline was fizzling out, the exhaustion settled back behind his eyes. He found himself fighting to keep awake, to answer the questions he needed to answer, to make sure he actually made it onto that helicopter.
***
Aaron Z. wished he was allowed to strut around the hospital and enter the other members rooms without permission from his nurse. He wished he had the freedom to do something as simple as going down to the cafeteria and picking his own lunch, but alas, the life of a celebrity. 
Ever since the company put out a statement saying that they had been involved in the crash, the hospital had been way more busy than it should be. To his nurse, Madison, he complained about them making the hospital staff's job much harder, but privately he was kind of honoured. 
They were there because they cared, you know? 
The receptionist had been collecting cards for them, so around twice a day he got a delivery of hand-drawn, sweet cards from the hospital hopping 4*Townies. 
His favourite card was done by a thirteen year old boy. He talked about his friend group a little bit, how they were all 4*Townies, and how his group of friends were all happy they were okay.
But that wasn't the part that made him love it. 
The boy went on to talk about how Aaron Z. had changed him, how he'd made him feel seen, and how someone who looked like him being successful made him believe that maybe he could be too. 
He talked about his love for basketball, his friends, and 4*Town. He wished him a speedy recovery. 
Aaron Z. was never letting this card go. It stayed on the tiny plastic table next to his bed. 
Speaking of the bi-daily card delivery, somebody knocked. 
"Come in."
Instead of the receptionist, or even his nurse, it was Taeyoung who poked his head in. 
"Surprise!"
"Tae!" He broke out into a grin. "What-"
"They just moved Jesse out of the ICU!"
"For real?"
Turns out, after getting Aaron T. on some IVs, it was actually Jesse who'd gotten the most seriously injured. He'd been pretty much entirely isolated since they got back from the island.
"Does this mean-"
Taeyoung wasn't letting him get a word in. "We can visit, yes, hurry up!"
He slipped out of bed, fumbling with the damn hospital slippers as his brain moved faster than his body. Taeyoung whisked around, not bothering to wait. 
He fell in step behind him, and soon, Robaire and Aaron T. did the same.
None of them said a word, not until they stood outside Jesse's room. His nurse was standing, arms crossed, in front of the door.
"Your doctors know you're here?"
"Mhm," Robaire said absentmindedly, "can we go in?"
"Ask him. He's allowed visitors."
Robaire slipped past Aaron Z., and knocked twice.
"Come in."
They opened the door.
Jesse's room was much nicer than his. He had a massive window, lots of natural light, and he suspected that his bedding was more comfortable too, considering how snug he was in it. 
Jesse watched them stream in with wide eyes. When they landed on Aaron T., his shoulders lowered, mouth fell agape, and eyebrows curved down.
"T.?"
"Hey." He waved awkwardly. 
Jesse looked between the four of them, speaking quietly. "You all see him too, right? He's really here?"
Aaron Z. nodded, a smile breaching his well-practised neutral face. "He's really here."
Jesse's eyes grew teary. 
"Nobody told you?" Taeyoung spared no time crawling onto his bed. 
He just shook his head, still fixated on Aaron T. 
Aaron Z. couldn't blame him. He'd done the exact same thing the first time they talked after everything. 
He nudged Aaron T., and despite seeing him, feeling him so many times before, it felt electric. That brief moment of contact was so warm, so real, so tangible that it made him relive their best times all over again.
God, he was a mess. 
Aaron T. turned ever so slightly, looking up at Aaron Z. with a tiny, probably unintentional pout. He nodded toward Jesse, and the two of them got closer to the bed. 
Jesse reached out, and cupped Aaron T.'s cheek. "It's so good to see you."
"I missed you too, super-grandpa." Aaron T. closed his eyes, and leaned into the touch.
Robaire chuckled, and sat on the far end of the bed. 
Taeyoung nuzzled into Jesse's shoulder. "You smell clean."
"Thanks?"
Aaron T. stole Jesse's hand, giving it a hearty sniff. "You do!"
Taeyoung sighed, shifting to get more comfortable. "I never thought anything would smell clean ever again."
"I bet it feels so nice to have showered."
"It actually really does," Jesse admitted. 
"Oh! Before I forget." Robaire reached a hand into his pocket. "I had a staff member bring this for you."
He opened his palm, revealing chapstick.
"Robaire!" He snatched it, popping off the lid and applying some. "Oh my God, you're the best."
"Hey! Robaire brings chapstick and suddenly you're done with me?" Aaron T. complained, "C'mon! Dote on me some more."
Jesse rolled his eyes. "I was done when you started talking about what I smell like."
"Besides," Taeyoung added, "you're the one who scared us half to death, you have no right to complain."
"In all fairness." He put his hands up. "Everyone thought I was dying, me included, so that like, cancels it out or something."
"It's good to hear you joke." 
Something on Aaron T's face shifted. "I'm really sorry."
"Hey." Jesse gestured for him to get onto the bed. "This is nowhere close to being your fault. Oh my God, it's really you?"
"Yeah?"
Jesse's eyes started to water. Again.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." Aaron T. snuggled in. "We all made it." 
Taeyoung tilted his head, the beginnings of a warm smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Why are you still on the floor Z.? Get up here."
Robaire shifted to make room for him. His eyes shot silent words 
Are you okay?
He nodded. Are you?
He nodded back.
"I missed you so much," Jesse sobbed, "I, you, you were gone."
"I know," Aaron T. mumbled, "and I'm back. I'm here."
"You're here."
They sat together, chatting, catching up, crying, laughing, and reminiscing until Jesse's nurse came in to inform them that Jesse really needed rest. They said their goodbyes, and one by one got escorted back to their rooms. 
On the way back, Aaron Z. stopped by Aaron T.'s room, just to briefly stand in the door and chat. 
He was standing by the window. "I can't believe they didn't tell him, that's so cruel." 
Aaron Z. just nodded. 
"You're quiet today," Aaron T. observed.
"Just taking everything in."
"Oh?"
He broke eye contact, his eyes drifting around the ugly, dark hospital room. "I can't believe they put you here."
"It's pretty bad, isn't it?" He tugged at the curtain.
"Wanna come back to mine?"
"Oh my God, you're inviting me to your place? After just one date? Very bold.
"A near-death experience will do that to you." 
He laughed. "In that case, of course I'll accompany you to your room, Mr. Ay-ron-zee."
"Not this again."
"I have 'literally died' privileges."
He blinked. "If you had privileges, I wouldn't be complaining."
"Okay, then don't complain."
He huffed. "Whatever, let's just get out of this room."
"Wow, you want me that bad?"
"Because this room is depressing, and it's making you act weird."
"Jeez, fine." He slung an arm around Aaron Z., and led the way out of the room. "Hey, actually, hold on a second."
A twinge of worry festered in his chest. "Yeah? You okay?"
He shook his hands out, laughing nervously. "So uh, I heard from the staff, they uh, they told me that I was... dead, before the search and rescue people were around, and that you did CPR for a bit."
Oh...?
"They also told me that." He averted his gaze. "If you hadn't done CPR, there was a pretty good chance that the search and rescue team would have been unsuccessful, y'know, in that regard."
Oh. 
"So I wanted to thank you." 
He didn't know what to say.
"For saving my life," he added, "thank you for saving my life. I know I joke a lot about you being my hero, but you really, really are."
"Aaron." He pulled his name twin into a hug.
"You're incredible."
He shut his eyes, a hand combing delicately through Aaron T.'s hair. "I seriously love you so much."
"I know." He could feel his smile. "I love you too."
They walked back to Aaron Z.'s room together, arm in arm.
Despite its briefness, their reunion as five was enough to make Aaron Z. glow. They were okay. Everything was going to be okay. It would take time, and work, and more pain than they could conceive, but that didn't matter because they were five. They were okay. Everything was going to be okay. 
Once again, Aaron Z. found himself thanking whatever cosmic force kept them together. He was starting to think that maybe they weren't just born for this, for each other, maybe it came from before that. Maybe their connection started back when everything started. 
Maybe these moments, the moments where they were bound to each other against all odds, were destined from the start. 
He liked that thought. As Aaron T. settled into bed next to him, warm, smiling, alive, he knew it was true.
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trucknoisettes · 1 year
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Ayo homie
Here’s a gay ass prompt what if Prime asks Rick to leave with him again and Rick actually says yes to his clone BF
Oh, ohhhh this one was so hard to do fam. My canon/theory obsessed brain just don't work with "what lies beyond Rick Primes portal" lmao. So here's how post-canon Rick decides to go, best I could do. It a lil angsty >:)
Thanks for the prompt!
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Prime kicked the workbench, ignoring Rick's gun and the boy between them, "You know I didn't kill them."
"They're still dead," Rick spat.
”Rick?" the kid chided, wrestling with the arm holding the weapon. Morty. Prime thought. My grandson.
"Oh, you're the one with no-one left?," He laughed incredulously. "Poor C-137. S-so tortured."
"Would you shut up?" Morty yelled. He turned, shaking Rick's shoulders. "Rick listen to me, listen. He-he's right, you're right. They're gone. Dead. But... you're not. You don't have to be."
Rick's gun wavered.
"What else is there?" he asked hoarsely.
Prime swallowed shakily, "Come find out."
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betasuppe · 2 years
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Nok, no please, I'm on my knees, begging. Don't hurt Em and Mina, I love them too much to see them hurt 😭 they are also my precious blorbos- bringing me joy and happiness -pls keep drawing them being happy and in love. Have mercy on my soul. /lh
- amantecautivo
Ok so honestly, Mina & Em bring me so much joy & happiness, like I cannot explain♡♡♡ I'm very glad to know other people care for my silly lil ship too!!!♡
& also... I have been in a rough mental place & I tend to take it out on my characters rather than hurting myself directly. So I guess last night, that had me in a headspace where I was ready to off Mina & was gonna indulge myself with some good old fashioned misery...
But then, today I've been fighting to be in a better mood & I kiiiiiinda started thinking about a change in plot that might involve killing Mina off for reals so I'm like. Super uncertain how to procede right now, but my awful headspace yesterday might be leading to a more interesting / complex story, but also like.... severely at Emmet's expense.
I'm really not sure how to approach this now 😬😬😬
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blu-joons · 2 years
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Flirty Drunk ~ Kim Jongin
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A sigh came from you as you looked between Sehun and Chanyeol as they struggled to hold Jongin up in their arms. You could tell from his expression straight away that he had had far too much to drink, unable to stand on his own two feet, eyes lost in all sorts of directions.
You took a step back as the two boys tried to get Jongin through the front door, carrying him through and into your living room. With a thud, Jongin crashed down on the sofa with a groan, already feeling his head start to hurt.
“We told him to stop, but he didn’t listen,” Chanyeol told you as they both stepped back from where Jongin was. “For some reason he spent most of the night asking where you were and why you hadn’t shown up when you said that you’d be at the party.”
“We tried to tell him that you were busy,” Sehun added, “but try talking to him in this state and making sure that he listens.”
Your head nodded understandingly as you watched Jongin roll around on the sofa to get comfortable. You weren’t quite sure what you were going to do with him, knowing that it would only lead to one thing in the morning, and that was trouble.
“I’m home, does that mean Y/N’s here?” Jongin asked the two boys as he began to figure out where he was. Chanyeol nodded back at Jongin whilst Sehun looked across at you with a shrug of his shoulders.
A weak smile formed on his face, “I don’t think he’s going to be wanting us anymore, I think he’s all yours from now on.”
“What am I supposed to do?” You frowned back at them both, “there’s no way that I’m ever going to be able to get him up the stairs and into bed when he’s like this, it’s just impossible.”
“Leave him on the sofa,” Chanyeol joked as the boys started heading for the door, “it’s probably the least that he deserves after tonight.”
You smiled back at them both as they left your apartment before turning your attention to Jongin. As soon as you walked towards him, his eyes lit up, sitting himself up on the sofa as he realised who it was that was walking towards him.
“Hey good looking,” Jongin giggled, tapping the space that was bedside him on the sofa. “I missed you so much, parties are never the same without you.”
Before you even had the chance to sit, Jongin collapsed down and rested himself against your shoulder. His hand grabbed at your arm and moved it to drape across his shoulders, keeping a tight grip on him to make sure that you couldn’t possibly move your arm away from him too.
“None of the people at the party were as pretty as you, they didn’t even come close.”
A chuckle came from you as Jongin continued to mumble to himself, not really realising what it was that he was saying. You were very aware as to what he was saying though, stunned by how adoring he suddenly was towards you.
His voice continued to trail off before suddenly picking back up as he realised what it was that he was saying. The only moment when Jongin felt silent, was when at last he turned to face you, the smile on his face immediately turning up.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself as his hazy eyes studied you closely, “how did I get lucky enough to get to be with you Y/N?”
“I don’t know,” you laughed, unsure as to what to say in reply to Jongin, “but I hope that you remember asking this in the morning.”
“The morning?” He asked you, glancing across at the clock, “it already is the morning, silly, they cheered at the party for midnight.”
It was the last thing that Jongin told you that night as before you knew it, he was asleep on your shoulder, with no sign of seeming as if he was going to wake himself up anytime soon either.
Somehow you managed to do enough to make Jongin comfortable on the sofa, hoping that he would at least wake up without screaming about the hangover that he was experiencing with everything that you had left out for him.
You managed to sleep upstairs for a while, but with Jongin downstairs, you couldn’t rest for long, worrying too much about how he would be feeling, or if he would be sleeping.
You weren’t surprised when you headed downstairs early the following morning to see Jongin already awake. He was sat up on the sofa with his head in his hands, flinching even just at the sound of the stairs creaking as you made your way down them.
“I just want silence,” Jongin told you as you moved to sit on the arm of the sofa.
“That’s funny, because you were a right little chatterbox last night,” you informed him, watching Jongin’s eyes flicker across to look at you. “You had plenty to say about me, and how the other people at the party too.”
Jongin’s shoulders shrugged as he failed to recollect anything of what had happened the previous evening. “What did I say?” He asked, slightly anxious to know the answer, knowing exactly what he could be like.
“It’s a relief to know that you went to a party where all the girls were ugly.”
“I said that?” Jongin gasped, shaking his head at himself. “I mean they weren’t as beautiful as you, but none of them were ugly Y/N.”
The sound of your sniggers didn’t help Jongin, his face was a picture, a picture that you couldn’t wait to tease some more.
“You did mention too that you feel incredibly lucky to be able to date me too.”
“Is that the only thing that I said to you?”
“Absolutely not,” you laughed, “I think I could write a book with all of the compliments that you gave me last night.”
“I don’t remember even seeing you last night,” he admitted, letting go of a sigh.
“It’s lucky for you that I remember everything then,” you joked, sliding down the arm of the sofa so that you were sat beside Jongin. “Like how apparently you spent most of the party asking the boys for me.”
Jongin’s head tilted back shamefully, “that means that I’m never going to hear the end of that at work this week.”
“They were very disappointed to be second best to me.”
“They always are,” Jongin quickly reassured you.
Your head nodded back at Jongin as his tired eyes struggled to stay on you, not to mention the fight he had to put up against the throbbing pain in his head too.
Your hand came around him, just as it did last night, assuring him not to worry. “Did you take the tablets that I left down the side on the floor for you to take?” You asked him, only to see his head shake.
“I didn’t even notice there was anything,” he replied, peering over.
“I left water, tablets, and a fresh shirt for you to change into as I knew you’d wake up moaning about your head hurting.”
“See this, is why I compliment you so much,” Jongin told you.
“Why is it?” You asked in confusion, watching Jongin get the tablets.
His eyes widened as you innocently smiled across at him. “Because you always take care of me, and always make me feel so loved too.”
“Well, I know you’d do the same for me if I was in your position,” you responded, “your drunk self gave me plenty of laughs last night.”
“I don’t think I want to hear the rest.”
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atinyjules · 15 days
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How To Become A Hero; The Hard Way ft. Mark Lee
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seawitch62 · 2 years
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Aliens Are Here!
Mark x OC
Fluff, X-Files AU
WC: 1.3k
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Fox Mulder : “We send those men up into space to unlock the doors of the universe, and we don’t even know what’s behind them.”
Seriously! 
Mark Lee, maybe one of my besties, his Alien obsession aside, he's a nice guy.
"We are not alone"
"The truth is out there"
He sounds like a character  straight from The X-Files.
"They change color".
"They look like reptiles".
Where does he find this stuff?
Tonight, apparently the UFO community is a buzz, sightings are cropping up in our vicinity and he wants us to investigate.
Yuta, who he has assured me many times, believes, is busy tonight.
Yeah right!
"Wear a suit"
Why do I have  to wear a suit while hunting aliens?
"This guy! Well if nothing else I get to spend time with him" she thinks out loud.
After a bite to eat, caffeine fix, Lin, recalls Mark's arrival.
Dressed in a black suit, looking dapper, he excitedly gives details on tonight's happenings.
'Is he serious?'
"Come on, let's get going" he says as he rushes to the door.
Even the vehicle is black.
Feeling like she has joined ranks with Men in Black, Lin hops in the car.
Mark's voice brings her back to the present.
Usually he listens to music, but tonight, it's all alien chatter.
Nodding in agreement the occasional murmur of admiration.
Commenting on his vast knowledge of the subject, Mark's face lights up with a smile.
A strange  humm fills the otherwise silent night, barring her companions' voice.
Dashboard lights flicker on and off.
The vehicle sputtering, the power slowly dying, then nothing.
The vehicle is dead.
Mark tries in vain, turning the key in the ignition, nothing!
A smile from  ear to ear stretches across his face.
Now that the headlights no longer illuminate the road, she realizes how desolate and dark it is.
"Fuck! We are stuck out in the middle of nowhere!".
Mark reaches into his bag and grabs a can of spray paint.
As he jumps out of the car, "what are you doing?".
she watches in disbelief as he paints a  X on the road.
Throwing the can back in the car, "we are gonna have to walk it".
"You got a flashlight?"
"Hmmm. …no"
"Never mind  I came prepared"
Handing Lin a flashlight. 
"There here!"
"Grab your stuff, let's go" he commands.
The road, a long, neverending stretch of bitumen, with every noise, Mark looks around hoping to see an alien lifeform.
"Animals" she mutters.
He will not be swayed, his determination fuelled by his stubbornness.
"My feet are killing me" she mutters.
Mile after mile they walk.
Suddenly on the horizon, flashing lights.
"Oh my Jesus" he yells as he takes off into a sprint.
"What the .."
Running after him.
Two Police cruisers, flashing their lights, block his path.
Not perturbed in the least.
He flashes an FBI badge. 
"Special  Agent Mark Lee, and my companion Lin".
Astounded, 'Omg he's gonna get us arrested!' Lin tells herself.
He proceeds to explain that their car broke down, and can he be of assistance?
"Since you're here, follow me".
The wooded slope, slippery, rustles with each footstep.
"Some wacko called in an UFO sighting, when we got here we found this".
The scorched earth, circular in pattern, covered a lot of ground.
Mark kneels down, feeling the soil with his fingertips, then reaches into his pocket. 
'An evidence bag' what the…
As if he had years of experience he fills the bag with the soil and seals it, returning it to his pocket.
Asking pertinent questions, he listens and writes notes in his book.
Thanking them for their time, he enquired if they could kindly drive them back to their vehicle.
They do.
The vehicle turns over  first go, "can you believe that" Mark yells.
"No".
"I was right! This is proof!" Patting his pocket.
In silence they drive each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly he screeches  the brakes, squealing, making no sense.
"We lost nine minutes" 
"Nine minutes"
Totally confused and her pulse beating rapidly, she merely nods.
"Nine minutes" he exclaims.
He starts the car and continues down the long dark road.
An exit sign. 
Making the turn he explains the answers are in this town. 
The town survives on visitors.
Not aliens but those chasing them. 
The town's whole culture is alien based.
Even the Diner in which they now sit, aliens memorabilia everywhere.
Even the menu. 
Hamburgers named after aliens.
The whole menu in fact is.
" Is the burger made of aliens?"
Lin asks innocently.
For her  trouble she receives a kick under the table. 
After the meal, Mark walks around the diner, flashing his FBI identification, "Special agent Mark Lee".
Asking question after question.
From a distant table a woman comments, "I don't trust that guy, something  is odd about him".
Her male companion agrees. 
Mark rejoins her at their table, recanting what he has learned.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lin notices a  well dressed, attractive couple making their way to their table.
"Special agent  Fox Mulder and my partner Special agent Dana Scully" as they proceed to show their badges.
'Fuck fuck fuck'  Lin  now believing they are about to be arrested. 
"Mind if we join you" Mulder says as they sit down.
"What brings you to this town,"
"Looking for aliens?" Mulder  questions.
Mark, who is bubbling with pure excitement, blurts out "yes we are".
Both Lin and Scully roll their eyes.
Mulder stares intently at Mark.
"We lost nine minutes," Mark blurts out.
Now this grabs the Agents attention.
Demanding to know where and when, with an authoritative tone,  Mark answers all his questions. 
"Have you ever been abducted?"
Mulder enquiries.
"No"
Mulder stands up, "show us where".
Mulder drives with Scully beside him, Mark and Lin occupy the backseats.
Once they arrive at the spot, the X is clearly visible.
Mulder whispers to Scully, "it's a hot spot of alien activity".
Mark goes on to explain the scorched earth further ahead.
Mulder, now clearly interested, jumps back in the car.
"Come on" he states in a raised voice.
The Police have long since left the scene, but the yellow tape, 'Do not cross' is everywhere.
Clearly marking the area.
Mulder and Mark are the first to reach the area.
Both staring in fascination.
Mulder bends down, his fingertips roaming over the scorched soil.
Reaching into is suit pocket, "damn it"
"Scully do  have a evidence bag?"
Silently she hands him one, everyone watches as he fills the bag with the scorched soil. 
"Evidence, Scully, proof  positive!".
"Yes Mulder" she quietly answers. 
"Now let's get you two back to your vehicle" Mulder states as he heads back to the car.
Mulder passes his card to Mark, "if you hear or see anything contact me".
Mark says he most certainly will.
With that Mulder and Scully disappear into the night.
"Wow can you believe it"
Mark's happiness overflowed. 
"No" Lin answers honestly. 
As they drive back to her place, He babbles constantly about aliens, FBI agents.
The headlights now in her driveway, Mark a hyper mess of conspiracies and Alien phenomenon.
"Coffee? Do you want to come in for coffee?" She asks.
"I would love that, but I can't"  
"I have to write up my report and send to the UFO community"
"Raincheck"
He nods in agreement, his mind miles away.
She watches as he disappears into the night.
"Special agent Mark Lee" she chuckles.
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sttoru · 2 months
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.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji can’t get his deserved rest due to his baby boy keeping him awake.
wc. 707
tags. dad!toji x female reader. nothing else to add; just pure fluff.
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“he’s kickin’ me again,” toji complains with a deep sigh. tiny feet keep patting his back, not allowing the man to sleep at all. the culprit is none other than megumi—his beloved, yet bratty, son.
the little boy lays between you and your husband. you figured that this was best since megumi kept wailing each time you put him back in his crib.
you chuckle at toji’s groans of annoyance. your son is still full of energy, even if it’s already super late at night. your hand brushes against megumi’s chubby cheek and you can’t help but squeeze it lightly.
that action gains you a high-pitched squeak. you sigh and keep your child occupied with the movement of your finger against his face, “it’s his way of asking for attention, honey.”
toji grumbles something under his breath and scoots away from the both of you. megumi’s head turns towards his dad, his attention caught by the rustling of the sheets. you raise an eyebrow in response to toji putting distance between you both.
“papa’s mean,” you huff, talking to your baby. you can’t see toji’s face since his broad back is obstructing the view, though you can easily guess that he’s frowning.
maybe even secretly sulking about the lack of sleep. you do understand, however. he’s worked hard all day to provide for both megumi and you.
“papa,” megumi speaks up with an adorable pout on his lips. he crawls over to toji before you can stop him. the little boy taps at toji’s back again, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
megumi’s need for attention and affection from his father is heartwarming to see. you reach out towards your son in hopes of picking him back up. toji needs his rest after all.
a deep sigh escapes toji’s lips. not one of frustration this time, but rather one of defeat. he opens his eyes and turns around to face megumi. the man’s stoic face softens the moment he sees those cute doe eyes staring up at him.
“c’mere,” toji grumbles and lifts his child’s tiny body up without any effort. megumi giggles instantly and reaches his hands out to hold his dad’s face. your husband playfully bites your son’s tiny fingers instead, “not gonna allow y’r dad to sleep, huh? tsk tsk.”
you watch the scene unfold with a tender smile. toji lowers his head and starts blowing raspberries against megumi’s tummy. the baby squeals and giggles uncontrollably, writhing around in toji’s embrace.
“this is what ya get for being a brat,” toji mumbles and switches to leaving kisses along the little boy’s belly. that makes megumi laugh as well due to the ticklishness.
toji grins. his earlier drowsiness and annoyance have vanished into thin air. he can’t possibly stay mad at his son. not after seeing megumi happy. and especially not after seeing your content smile too.
“mama! mama!” megumi laughs between cries of help. his tiny hand reaches out to you whilst toji continues the little attack on his tummy. you chuckle and decide to intervene.
you scoot over to the other side and shield megumi’s tiny body from your husband’s tickles. you frown and playfully scold him, “stay away from my baby, you big bad guy.”
toji raises an eyebrow in amusement. he bites back a laugh before cocking his head to the side, that familiar smug expression appearing on his face.
“oh yeah? ‘m the bad guy now, eh?” the dark-haired man rolls his eyes. he towers over both you and your son - who’s giggling and still holding tightly onto you, “all right. i’ll show you just how bad i can be then.”
your eyes widen the moment you feel toji’s fingers land underneath your shirt, touching your bare skin. not a second passes by and he’s already tickling you. his other hand reaches for megumi’s tummy again—now making the both of you squirm and giggle loudly.
the happy sounds echo throughout the room. perhaps even loud enough for your neighbours to hear at four in the morning. but, you don’t care about any possible noise complaints. not during this cozy family moment.
plus toji’s fond smile as he continues torturing you and your son is definitely worth all of it.
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saetoru · 6 months
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ 4:08 AM — GOJO SATORU.
contents. fluff, established relationships, sleepy n cuddly toru :(, just needed to write this to cope with the 236 manga leaks i guess. i just love him tons sobs i need him happy and loved and peaceful
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“hey,” you poke satoru’s chest, hearing a low groan rumble under your cheek, “toru?”
“hmm?” oh. he sounds a little tired—maybe you should let him sleep.
“you awake?” you ask anyway.
“am now,” he mumbles—well, he’s already awake, so you might as well indulge in it now. “need somethin’, sweetheart?”
“jus’ missed you is all,” you pout—that makes him grin despite the way he yawns, all wide and smooth even as he fights the sleep in his eyes. you feel just a bit guilty, reaching to cup his cheek and running a thumb over his eyelid carefully.
“yeah?” he chuckles quietly, “‘m right here. you still miss me?”
“yeah,” you whisper, “always miss you. even when you’re right here.”
satoru’s grinning into your cheek as he leans down and presses a wet kiss to the skin—he can’t possibly be mad that you’ve woken him so late. he can’t be mad when it’s you, and it’s him, and it’s each other.
sleep can wait, there’s always time for that later. but there’s never a moment where he wants to risk counting on later when it comes to you.
“what’d you miss about me?” he hums, nibbling on your earlobe as his head buries into your neck. you shift, letting his body tuck against yours as your arms wrap around him—he feels safe like this, somehow. infinity doesn’t make him feel nearly as secure as the way your arms do, tight and warm and made just for holding him.
“dunno,” you murmur, “everything.”
“love me that much?” he asks cheekily, “me sleeping right beside you isn’t enough?”
“no,” you huff, “you can’t pay attention to me in your sleep.”
“my needy baby,” he snickers, rubbing circles into the small of your back with his large palm. he’s warm against you—you can feel the rhythm of his heart as it beats against your body. he’s pressed so close to you, that not even air can slip through the cracks.
truthfully, you don’t know why you wake satoru. you don’t know why you can’t sleep—you just know that you need him. here. now. always. forever. more and more and more and even more.
“toru?” you ask quietly, making him hum as his eyes droop back shut slowly—he must really be tired.
you stare at him fondly, stroking his hair as he sighs happily at the feeling. and then you press a kiss to his forehead, to his cheek, to the corner of his eyes where they crinkle when he smiles, and to those lips of his that always find yours no matter how long it takes.
he always comes back to you. always. he never won’t—that much you trust.
“got somethin’ on your mind, baby?” he asks slowly, voice thick with sleep. you giggle, scratching at his scalp as he smiles lightly.
he dozing off—you watch him, hopelessly endeared.
“i love you,” you whisper, “need you to know that. love you so, so much. kay?”
he cracks an eye open—stares at you like you’re the reason his heart ever started beating, like you’re the only one that could ever command it to stop. every inch of his face is laced with love so gentle, you can see the way it makes his skin glow.
you love him. you’re sure he loves you. that’s all you need to know it’ll be fine. everything else is an afterthought—just as long as you have satoru.
“woke me just to confess your love for me?” he gasps, “you’re down bad. real, real bad. i must be a super handsome, totally awesome boyfriend. i do try,” he says cheekily.
you giggle, rolling your eyes as you pinch his cheek.
“be humble, you jerk,” you say exasperatedly.
it sounds more like you’re in love. too much fondness slipping into your voice that it might make your teeth hurt from how sweet. satoru’s always had a sweet tooth, though—he accepts your love graciously, like it’s never too much.
if fact, it might just not be enough. he needs more, more, more.
“can’t,” he says slowly, yawning again, “you waking me up just to love me is a bit ego boosting.”
“this was a mistake,” you scoff—its playful, it’s fond. it sounds like deeply falling headfirst.
“aw c’mon,” he pouts—and then he’s brushing his lips against your neck a he clings closer to you, curling into your body with his six-foot-something stature as you pull the blanket tighter around him, “love you too. what was it you said again? oh, right—so, so much.”
“good,” you hum, nodding in satisfaction. “you better.”
“i do,” he chuckles, “can i sleep now? or are we gonna start talking about all the things we love about each other? cause i can stay up to listen to that, of course.”
“go to sleep, you idiot,” you scoff.
he grins. you press one last kiss to his forehead as you count the soft breaths he takes while he falls back asleep.
you love him—it’s all you ever want to do.
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i cried while writing this and i cried thinking about the leaks and i cried while reading the leaks and i cried and cried and i’m tired of crying. gege when i catch you gege 🔫
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