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youwontlikethisblog · 3 years

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Don't Yell At Her! Don't You Yell At Her!

"Did you call me, Sir?"

"Yes, could you tell Marcela at what time I arrived to Eco Moda this morning?"

"Yes sir. Ms. Marcela our prestigious President arrive to the Eco Moda installation at the time of eight in the morning." Marcela smiles at that and turns to look at Armando who returns the smile. "For more details; he arrived minutes after you did ma'am. I'll take the opportunity now Ma'am, to give you the anti-depressants you asked me to get you." Marcela snatches them out of his hand.

"But we almost ran into each other, my love!" Armando smiles and says confidently. "What a coincidence, no?" he smiles even more.

"In effect Sir!" Freddy smiles.

"I mean of course, but what did you do last night my love? Why did you arrive so late?"

"I don't have to stand for your jokes."

"Freddy one last question."

"Yes."

"Right after I got here, what did I do?"

"Yes, as soon as the Mister arrived he reported to production where he was required by Mister. Mario Calderon." Marcela groans.

"So I arrived to this office at eight in the morning like I always do, my dear Marcela. Then I went to production for a couple of minutes when I decided to head here."

"Freddy one more question."

"Yesyes."

"Did I force you to say something? Did I intimidate you, bribe you so you would say all of this in front of Marcela? Yes or no?"

"Never, Mister. That can't be because it can never be."

"Freddy thank you so much. You can leave now." He smiles at him.

"Thank you, Sir. Excuse me." Freddy now leaves his office and shuts the door behind him.

Marcela now feels embarrassed or defeated but because of her ego she won't back down. She's still pissed. Betty has been listening to Freddy, often looking at him when he speaks and then turning to Armando and then Marcela.

In this scene Betty is just on panic mode.

She's witnessing a woman go crazy and grasp at straws to prove her man's infidelity, while he is trying to prove his "innocence" and suffering the consequences of a night out with his other girlfriend i.e, her. Though Betty believes that Marcela is doing so out of love and wanting to fight for Armando, we understand that Marcela's drive to fight for Armando isn't love but possessiveness. Not only that as Betty believes she is the reason why Armando is facing these consequences because she's the other woman in his life and to top it off the only thing that Marcela can actually use as evidence of Armando's infidelity is on his desk for her to see.

Armando now feels confident that he has the upper hand, a trick up his sleeve and is the winning team. However, the odds are not in his favor, like literally.

"and so you don't think that I schemed with Freddy; call production, Beatriz." Betty now takes advantage of the opportunity and moves the poem away from the front of the desk and picks up the phone. "I have hundreds of witnesses that saw me arrive, or what? Do you also think that I blackmailed them?" he asks in disbelief.

"You're not calling anywhere." Marcela grabs the phone out of Betty's hand and hangs it up. "and you're not going to make a ridicule out of me in front of the entire employees!"

"In ridicule?" He once again asks but amazed at Marcela now. "In ridicule? Who called Colorink today to ask if I was missing? Who! Marcela, Who?" he now yells at her.

"Yes! But you left there at ten at night and I called you at ten thirty and you told me a lie and then you disappeared!"

"The point is: what time dId I leave Colorink? It's really easy, Marcela." he hisses. "Lets call Carlos Mantilla, he saw me leave." He yells at her. "Call Mantilla at Colorink." He tells Betty.

Betty goes to grab the phone but Marcela shoves her away and turns to her.

"I said you're not calling anywhere." She orders between clenched teeth. Betty takes a few steps back and honestly she looks like she wants to run out of there and I would too.

"Well then Marcale, by God, how do we find out what time I left if ten or ten thirty?" He now is pleading angrily at her. "Call Mantilla, please" He also pleads.

Betty once again goes to grab the phone and this time Marcela shoves her and grabs the poem and turns to her and yells "I told you you're not calling anywhere!" She raises her hands with the poem in her fist. Betty takes steps back. "Do you not understand!"

"Don't yell at her! Don't you yell at her!" Armando screams at Marcela.

I see many people misinterpret this or not translate it correctly. Armando here yells "No me la grites! No me la grites Marcela!"(I know colombian's have different us of words in spanish so this is like based off my hispanic background, that is not colombian.) What he is saying here is in turn a personal and possessive term.

"Don't yell at my! Don't yell at my!" which in English that translation doesn't make much sense but again we know what he implies "Don't yell at My Betty."

Now Armando has already gotten mad at Marcela when she insults or yells at Betty but never to this degree.

Betty looks like she wants to cry and honestly, same sis.

"You don't yell at me!" Marcela says and behaves like a little girl throwing a tantrum. "and you can you not leave us alone? Do you always have to be in our intimate life? Or what do you also control his intimate life(oh honey you got a big storm comin')?"

As she says those final words we only get a frame of Armando. His eyes are fixated on Betty's entire existence in front of him. His eyes dance and glisten, he looks tense and guilty.

It just hit me that it isn't only because of what Marcela is saying to Betty and how she is treating her but because he also feels guilty for it all.

He feels guilty that Marcela is pissed off and hurt. He feels guilty that Betty is paying the price for it. He feels guilty that all of that is happening because of him and I think or believe that it hurts him deeply that because of his mistakes, Betty is now paying the price as well and that hurts him most of all and it's this moment where he can't deny or rationalize why he feels hurt over it.

However this foreshadows future events as well.

"Excuse me." Betty speaks softly and walks towards her office. Marcela, furious turns back towards Armando.

Now Armando's entire demeanor changes, seconds ago it was sadden and guilty but now it's back to anger however he is trying to deescalate the situation.

"Look Marcela if you're not capable of accepting the respective calls I won't accept your yellinging, nor your hysteria or your claims!" he yells the ending at her.

"Why didn't you answer the phone last night?"

"For a very simple reason, my love." He hisses. "Because I fell deeply[asleep]." he says is now leaning against the wall that connects the window to Betty's office. "Or what? Can I not? Or is it so suspicious to not hear the phone? Did you not hear the door man? He said it perfectly that I left my apartment at seven in the morning alone! Or what? Did I have to leave with a woman?" He yells. "Or what? My love do you have any more doubts?"

"Nonono, don't worry. As always you think that because you can erase all of the proof and all of the evidence I have to believe you? Cause you always leave the scene of the crime impeccable like this desk, which today it isn't. You know Amrando I didn't know you liked candy bars." She waves the chocolate bar wrapper that Betty had given him. He looks at it in Marcela's hand who scrunches it. "Can I throw it away?"

"Throw it away, do what ever you want." He says annoyed, then tugs his ear(self-soothing).

"Huh but there's more." She grabs the poem again and pulls the red ribbon. "I can throw this one out too?"

Her behavior here reminds me of a spoiled child who goes around the room of someone they don't like and starts to knock things off their shelves to show dislike and arrogance.

"Yeah, whatever." He is now blading but only slightly that you can't really take notice of it.

Marcela then reads the poem.

Betty covers her face and closes her eyes inside her office. Armando arches his brow and sits back against his chair, while Marcela reads he glances to Betty's office. His eyes are narrow and he has his fingers over his mouth, touching it lightly, as if her were thinking.

When Marcela reads :

"Hoy rió si tu ríes y canto su tu cantas (Today I laugh if you laugh and I sing if you sing)"

Armando is sitting on his chair behind his desk. He has his fingers interlaced together and in front of him, his expression is fear. His eyebrows are furrowed, corners of his lips slightly downturned, nostrils slightly flared and eyes narrowed.

In spanish there's a word used for babies, who after crying a lot, and they fall asleep they do this: suspiro but it isn't just a sigh. It's like a sob without tears.

Ever since I first saw this episode that reaction from him has caught my attention. Why does he react that way to Marcela reading that poem? Sure it's a sweet poem but like not enough to get that reaction.

He's terrified and anguished in this scene. It's funny that the next day the secs. believe that because of that same fight Marcela beat Armando but it isn't surprising for them to assume this. Marcela walks with an arrogance she confuses for dignity. She walks with an air of superiority to the rest and she confuses this for self-respect. She lacks all of this and it isn't because she "loves" Armando. She does so because she thinks more of herself than she does of others. In this scene she doesn't allow Armando to speak, the very few times he does it's to defend himself or yell at her. Marcela holds the power in the relationship and she's fully aware of this and uses it to her advantage. The thing Marcela and Armando have in common is that when they see red, damned be the rest.

"Delmira Agustini" he throws his head back, tired, he looks done. "and who is she?" She marches to his desk.

"How am I going to know who Delmira chuchui is. I don't even know her." he looks away from her and for a tiny little second he looks like he's running through his memory.

"You have no idea who the woman who wrote you this poem is?"

Armando, shielding his eyes looks up at her and shakes his head eagerly. It's important to note his expression because it is the same one he had the night of the drag party when Marcela was interrogating him in his bedroom; fear and honesty.

"So it grew magic legs and walked over here to your desk."

"I have no idea who that is, believe me, I really don't know." He yells defensively and quickly turns to Betty's office. His subconscious here speaks for him.

"Tell me who it is." She orders.

"I don't know." he yells.

"Ha you don't know, with such a dedication?[...]" He stands up and walks again to the same wall, hands in his pockets and shrugs and looks to the opposite direction. "You sang to each other?" Armando looks terrified as he shrugs, with his hand he points towards his chest but Marcela interrupts him before he can even speak she chuckles "ha what did you sing to her? Armando please you have the nerve, the nerve to tell me you don't know her when she made the effort to write this for you? and to recreate what you both have lived in a poem and you don't have the courtesy to remember her name!"

"Nonono it's-I-just- I don't even know the name. Delmira who? I don't know." he stumbles and stutters.

"I am going to remind you." She whispers kindly. "Delmira Agustini. Anyway that is the typical name that you like. Like Silva Marileni, Karina Larson, Claudia Boche and now it's Delmira Agustini. Must be another model."

"Nono. With this you-you have to believe me. I don't know how that paper got there[my desk]. I don't know what's going on here!" he turns to Betty's door. "I don't know! I don't know!"

"I do! and you know what? I totally agree with her when she says that she liked your insolence!" She throws the paper at him.

"Mar-mar-Marcela!" He yells and goes after her. She puts on her shades and walks out o his office, he runs out but stops in front of his office and turns to look at Bertha and Sofia who are sitting at their desks.

One could simply chuck Armando's behavior at the end of this scene as simply being about fear that he got caught. However Armando stands far away from Marcela, he stutters, he stumbles with his words, and he is on high alert. This isn't him getting caught and trying to cover his tracks, we've seen him get caught before and we've seen him escape the consequences before. He's always managed to make Marcela drop the whole thing(he gaslights her or tells her he's leaving her apartment and she says she'll drop it) but this time he doesn't. This time Armando is defenseless.

He often switches from standing near Betty's office or behind his desk or glances towards her office as well.

It isn't only because they are arguing because whenever Betty and him were arguing the previous day he didn't do that. He didn't stand by her door, he stood by her. He didn't glance at her door, he just stared at her.

The fact that Jorge Enrique and Fernando Gaitan did this so naturally and wrote such a small detail boggles me. JEA's acting is so natural and fluid that you get lost in it. It doesn't look like acting. It looks like a genuine reaction, just as Natalia's acting. It is phenomenal!

Armando was defending himself both to Marcela so she wouldn't end things therefore destroy him and Betty because he didn't want her to believe that he had somebody else.

The constant glancing to her office when he is defending himself allows us to see this.. While his constant standing by her office allows us to understand that he wants to bel close to her when he is under distress.

"Betty. Betty!" He yells for her.

A very timid Betty exits her office and walks towards his desk.

"Yes sir?" She speaks low.

"Tell me one thing, do you know who placed this poem on my desk?" he's pissed.

Betty, standing on the exact wall Armando had been standing by, nods her head slightly with wide eyes and a furrowed eyebrow(...s?)

"I placed it there, sir." she confesses. Armando furious stands up, he takes a step or two towards the meeting room and then turns towards Betty. His lips are pursed and he looks furious.

"Betty!" He yells. "Do you not realize the problem you just put me in?" Betty's truly feeling awful as her eyes are wide and full of fear. "Do you not realize! Tell me now how am I going to get it out that woman's head that I don't have a lover. Did you not measure the consequences, huh? How do you come up with the idea of putting a poem on my desk!"

Betty is standing tightly against the wall while he yells at her and she pulls slightly away from it to respond.

"Don Armando I only wanted to give you a surprise. To have a gesture like the letter you left on my desk." Armando does his classic angry italian chef hand gesture. "Sir, I'm really sorry. I think the best thing is that we end with this love." Armando had his back to her but as soon as she said those final words he turns to her surprised.

"What?" He asks shocked and angry. "What!" he looks at her in disbelief.

Betty looks away from him and looks down. She shakes her head and begins to speak "Sir I can't with this anymore. You're stuck in a grave problem with Ms. Marcela for going out with me and now the poem. I feel really bad."

Armando now has calmed down. He went from being furious to shocked and mad and now carefully paying attention to what Betty is saying. He stands still with arms around himself.

"No but Betty. No-No let's calm down." He takes a step towards her. "Lets calm down. You perfectly know how Marcela is." His eyes are wide and eyebrows arched. He is trying to fix this and is worried. "She is always suspicious of me. She always causes a scene of anything. No, think this through really well. Think it over."

"I know, Sir but that was with other women, not with me." Armando is intently paying attention to her again. His eyes are fixated on her. "I can't do this to her. I can't destroy a relationship like this-"

"Nonono, Beatriz. Destroy what? Do you think that what I have with Marcela is so harmonic?" He says panicked. "Harmonic is what we have." He says peacefully.

"What's happening is that she loves you, Sir.(NO, BETTY, SHE DOESN'T) and she suffers for you." Armando is now holding the rolled poem in his hands, to his face. "she wants to take care of you, she doesn't want someone to steal you away and because of that she behaves that way." He now looks at her, his fingers are interlaced as he stares at betty with softness and shakes his head, he takes in a deep breath "and I understand her. I'm not good for this. I can't be the other one or how many would say, the lover. For my father, for family, for my work, for your, your family, for the company, for Ms. Marcela. The best thing is for us to end this." Betty doesn't look at him as she speaks those final words, her head is down and she looks like she's in the brink of tears but is trying to hold herself together.

Armando stares at her this whole time and speaks "Nono but Betty lets calm down, for real-" Betty looks up and walks towards him and holds his hands in hers.

"Don Armando, what we lived was so very beautiful. These past nights have been the best ones of my life and I will always conserve them deeply in me." Armando now stares at her with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and slightly wide eyes. "From now on we will go back to being what we've always been. The president of Eco Moda and his assistant." Betty lets go of his hands and turns away to go to her office.

"Betty, come here, Be..tty." he speaks low.

Now Betty shuts the door to her office and leans against it and begins to cry.

Betty has been a witnesses to previous fights of these kinds. She's heard Marcela's yelling and all that. She's even helped cover Armando's tracks herself. However this time, just like she says it, it's different.

Does this justify Betty's actions? No.

Betty has been an accomplice to Armando's infidelities and she has been as well a willing participant to helping him. Like when she knew that Armando had a thing for Ms. Colombia and she worked her magic to secure that they did business with them so Armando had an excuse to see her since he was so excited about it. The fact that she covered his track with Marcela. She's always been a willing participator in the downfall of that relationship the only difference now is that unlike those model's who knew and didn't care about the relationship, who wanted Armando to end his relationship with Marcela(Albeit that they expected this because Armando always pretended that what he had with Morch wasn't serious) and felt no guilt over it, better yet had no problem causing a whole scene over it, Betty can't be the person who is actively inflicting this pain onto Marcela and she can not be the person who is in the middle of their romantic quarles.

Is this any different from the other women? Yes and no. With the other woman she just kept her mouth shut, helped him out when he needed the help and that was that. She couldn't force the woman not to go after Armando or stop them and at the time she was still keeping everything very professional so it's not like she could have told her boss "Hey you cheating scumbag stop cheating on your fiance." so instead for the sake of keeping a job and proving her worthiness at her job she became his accomplice. This time though she does have control over the other woman of Armando. This time she does decide whether she continues to go after a man who is engaged or if she decides to end it. Betty now has true control over the situation and she decides that she won't be the reason a woman goes crazy, even if that woman has treated her so unfairly and unkindly.

Betty can't let her father down nor anyone else simply because she's in love with Armando.

This takes him by surprise. Mario has told him that Betty would never give up a man such as himself, that she is lucky he[Armando] has even paid attention to her so therefore she should be grateful to god for him. However Betty doesn't behave this way. She places everyone else's needs before her own and she doesn't want to be like all the other woman who only cared about one thing: Possessing Armando.

He knows this and it affects him as well.

Betty is giving him up. Betty is renouncing to him and the relationship because unlike Marcela, she actually has dignity and proves to Armando over and over again that to him he isn't just an object to have but an actual human being. In her understanding what Marcela does is for love, however, Armando knows otherwise and the fact Betty is willing to give up their relationship if it means it's for his best interest and she doesn't cause harm to a woman who has done nothing but belittle her and treat her like the scum of the earth, gives him more reason to not want to end the relationship because he truly didn't want to.

This was all in the heat of the moment. The conversation was all being lead by only feelings so he didn't have time to manipulate Betty for the sake of the company. He was being forced within himself to face the reality of it and that is that he didn't want the relationship with Betty to end.

He tries to get her to take some deep breaths and rethink her decision and that doesn't help.

Betty avoids making eye contact with him as it pains her to see him while she is breaking up with him but Armando doesn't remove his eyes from her.

In this scene you two different contrast. While with Marcela all they did was yell and be at each other's throat's and Marcela showed to be the one with power in the relationship and that she likes it that way, Armando was fearful of her, controlling his anger, and exhausted but with Betty even when he did escalate in his anger he calmed down and listened to her, concentrated in what she was saying and tried to work it out. He asked for a breather, he asked for them to calm down and think things through clearly but he didn't even do that with Marcela.

In one he was willing to fight for the relationship even though he himself says he doesn't want to be in it, yet as he gets dumped he looks like he just hit the gutters, and in the other he doesn't even bother to fix it. He just hears her complain and then responds to her.

We can clearly see which is a toxic relationship and which is not. Even if Betty is the lover, even if Armando is cheating, it doesn't warrant or grant the excuse of behaving the way Marcela does.

Armando then goes to production and pulls Mario aside and tells him he needs to speak to him.

"What happened? What is it?" Mario asks concerned. Armando hols him from the shoulders and with a pain expressions breaks the news.

"Betty dumped me."

"What? He asks shocked. Armando drops his hands and looks away and walks towards the railing of the second floor of the building and leans against it.

He throws his arms in the air shrugging.

In a tone I'd described as pained and holding back tears he says "The worst is she doesn't want to know anything from me!" He wraps his arms around himself.

"Wh-but why? or what?"

Armando, while pouting and looking at the opposite direction, shrugs.

Armando is sad that Betty dumped and it isn't because of his ego. When Mario tells him that he needs to win her back because it would be terrible for his resume as a ladies man Armando tells him that things got out of his control, that he yelled so much at her when he found out about the poem that she cried.

He isn't worried about his ego, he is worried about the pain he caused Betty by not controlling himself.

Armando is steady moving towards figuring out his feelings or some of his feelings.

Do to his guilt of harming Betty he does want the relationship to end but he also doesn't want it to end because he'd truly miss Betty. It isn't only the people pleasing quality he has that motivates him to win her back but truly the fact that he can't live without her and he knows this, however he doesn't know or understand why that is.

While one can sympathize with Marcela we shouldn't neglect to call out her terrible toxic behavior while at the same time neglect to call out Armando's. In this scene what we saw was most certain reaction to abuse, not abuse itself from his part(though he has shown that in the past) and we can't ignore Betty's part in this either as she willinging entered a relationship with a man who is engaged, however what sets these two people from Marcela is that they recognize the pain they are inflicting in others and instead of ignoring it or not caring they feel guilty over it and one decides to remove herself from the situation.

'Til next time!

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delwrites · 3 years

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Dating Tom Holland Headcannons

if you’d like me to expand on any concepts, drop me a request! I have loads of ideas oof

also, these are just my opinions and thoughts! so there will definitely be some ooc and we may disagree, but do feel free to tell me which points you disagree with! would love some feedback :)

right i’m sorry I’ve no clue why but I just see him as quite an emotional person? like him being so mature that he’s just fully intact with his feelings and doesn’t ever feel the need to hide them around you because he knows you wouldn’t judge him. like him having a lot of rough days but as soon as he sees you just instantly perking up a little bit

or literally just collapsing in your lap when you’re trying to watch something on the sofa and him just letting it all out for you to listen to as you hug his head to your chest and run your fingers through his hair

him being so scared he’s gonna lose you as you’re literally a goddess in his eyes so he always makes sure you’re happy

him always letting you choose whatever you guys watch (as most of the time he will concentrate more on you than the tv)

he would build you both a blanket fort with fairy lights and pillows and it would be the most comfy thing ever

if you choose to put on a scary film, expect him to be stuck to your side like glue, hiding his face in your neck/ chest in the scary scenes because he doesn’t care about being a mAnLy MaN

he would DEMAND that you carry him up to bed because he insists that if he leaves the cocoon of warmth that your providing, the monsters may get him

him being the bigGEST MAN-CHILD WITH YOU OH GOD

like you two literally just playing games and stuff

playing just dance and him being surprisingly good?

but then beating his behind at Mario kart

also side note but you and paddy would get along SO WELL and you’d spoil the life out of him and play games with him, and whenever you play Mario kart with him and Tom, you’d let paddy win, you’d be in 2nd place and Tom would be all the way back in 11th absjdjd

“well, at least I didn’t lose?”

and both playing animal crossing together and visiting each others islands and his is a mess whilst yours is all vibes and lovely

you and him having FIGHTS over monopoly BSIDHSHS that game RUINS friendships I swear

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON LEGO HSCGIYSEGCI

him buying you a promise ring AWWWEEE and then claiming it’s because he wants a part of him on your person at all times (so naturally, you never take it off)

him going shopping with you because he’s the biggest hype man and always going in the dressing rooms with you so you end up buying loads of outfits because he assures you that you look incredible in all of them

him carrying majority of your bags and holding open all of the doors for you (which would admittedly be a bit of a struggle with the amount of bags he ends up carrying for you VUGJYBEK)

the pap pictures this would provide!!!

also you going on dog walks with him and Tessa and him always insisting you take his coat if you ever forget yours

always visiting him on set whenever you can

whenever he has free days spending them not doing anything just cuddling into your side

him trying to teach you basketball but you always being clumsy and dropping the ball

if you ever trip best believe he wouLD NOT LAUGH ITS LIKE YOU’VE DIED

RDJ literally adopts you because we all have daddy issues and we all need that in our lives

then tom and his dynamic becoming so much more like Tony and Peters dynamic HDSBDYAB

tom asking rdj for permission before doing practically anything with you

“um, sir, could I borrow your daughter? for like, the rest of our lives?” FUHIFUEHIUFH

rdj being so protective of you oh lord

and you always going to him for advice because he’s a wise soul who can always help you, especially with relationship advice

tom getting low-key jealous pretty often, like although he has full trust in you, he (as previously mentioned) views you as a goddess who is just the definition of beauty and love and believes that you could have any man in the room (which you can queen go off) and constantly being nervous that something will happen

him being really good at not showing it though

death stares from across the room and then giving you the sweetest smile if you look (like seriously, too sweet, suspiciously sweet)

I feel like when you both get alone his demeanour just instantly changes and he goes really cold and distant all of a sudden, it’s almost as if he deflates, the drive home being so tense and him going directly to his room when you get home, but later on he gets sick of ignoring you and goes to you to talk about it properly and makes it up to you

your confidence sky-rocketing when getting with him because he gives the most obscure and yet heartfelt compliments at any chance he gets, so you know they've come from heart with how random they are

“yes darling work that top!”

“love, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but you ears are really pretty?”

right I know this is literally everywhere but lets be real here, he ADORES you in his hoodies. sharing clothes is so intimate to him, and each time he sees you walking about so casually in his clothes, he falls that little bit more in love with you (no matter how much he thinks that that isn’t possible)

you accidentally walking in on his lives and either saying the most chaotic or the most lovely things, and the chat absolutely living for it

“Love, are you busy? I was just thinking about taking Tessa on a walk, to that park she loves?”

or,,, “THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND! IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO TAKE YOUR DIRTY PLATES TO THE KITCHEN, I WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST! I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER, NOR YOUR CARER, SO DON’T TREAT ME AS SUCH!”

the chat blowing up being little shit stirrers like ‘oooohhhh she called him by his full name he’s in troubleeee’

Tom just pointing at his phone timidly being like “darling.. I’m live right now..”

“I DONT CARE! SORT YOURSELF OUT, YOU CAVEMAN”

him getting so embarrassed BDKDNDJD

also I’m sorry right but bathing together after a long and difficult week, or after not seeing each other due to contradicting schedules and what not, not in a sexy times way or anything but just being so intimate and comfortable around each other

and obviously this little pamper night would call for doing face masks together and painting each other’s nails

him finding it so fun to paint your nails (even though they end up really messy BDJDNDJD)

he is a magnificent chef and no one may tell me otherwise

having the arrangement of him always cooking dinner and you always washing up the dishes

but after he sees you dancing around the sink, ending up joining you (after watching you for a minute of two with heart eyes, of course)

even though he is an incredible cook, being such a bad baker. like, for one of your anniversaries, he tries to bake you a cake, but it ends up literally bubbling in the oven and spilling over the sides and never cooking all the way through and it just being a mess

you trying it out of pity and ending up getting ill, so he stays in with you to take care of you because even though both of you fail to admit it aloud, it was him who made you poorly

you decide to do all the baking at that point

every time you do decide to bake anything, always saving him the biggest and best piece

and don't even get me started on how well you’d get along with his family

like the first time he introduced you to them they were all so so so welcoming and loving and literally just took you in as their own (not as much as rob did though rdj is number one)

again, always playing with paddy

teaching paddy how to bake AWWW and always getting him the best presents

you, harry and sam literally just embarrassing tom with stories

you and harry deciding to prank tom together because tom pranked you once ages ago but after your reaction, decided never again, so of course you have to get him back

Tessa loving you so much, and tom always being able to tell when she misses you (mainly because he can relate)

having an argument that he didn't think was a big deal and where he thought you were overreacting but then hearing you call him Thomas and it setting in that it is a big deal to you and fixing it

again, please do send me an ask or pm me if you'd like me to expand on any of these! im just overflowing with ideas for this incredible man, so do ask :)

#tom holland x reader #tom #tom holland #marvel #marvel x y/n #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

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Borrower Analogical (17)

Chapter Summary: November 29th, 2019. Roman returns home to two freezing borrowers and helps them warm up.

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“Do you have to go?” Thomas sighed, leaning on one of the front porch posts.

“Unfortunately yes.” Roman answered, setting his trunk back into the car. “I’ve got...ah…” Roman paused, not sure what excuse to give. He couldn’t exactly tell Thomas about the miniature people he and Patton had rescued; for one Thomas would want proof, and for another they had agreed to keep it a secret.

“...studying.” Roman finally finished lamely.

“Aren’t you on break?” Thomas raised an eyebrow.

“You ask a lot of questions for a 10-year-old.” Roman observed, shutting his car door. “For your information, college work never ends. But don’t worry my little shining star, I will certainly return for your performance.” Roman gave Thomas a kiss on the head. Thomas groaned and pushed away from him, sticking out his tongue in mock disgust. “Save me a front row seat, alright?”

“Alright!” Thomas paused, then rushed in to give Roman one last hug. “...see you soon.”

Roman smiled down affectionately, hugging his brother back. “See you soon.” Releasing Thomas, Roman headed back for his car. “Say bye to mom and dad for me!”

“Okay!” Thomas’ reply was almost unheard over the roar of the engine, Roman getting back into the driver’s seat.

Thanksgiving yesterday had been wonderful; it was so nice to see all of his family again. He missed mom’s homemade cooking; cafeteria food was always so bland. The college student let out a sigh. It hurt slightly to leave Thomas behind, but the little people needed him. Besides, Roman had made a promise. He was already pushing his luck right now. Roman had waited until well into the day to actually make the drive back, and looking out the window the sun was nearly set already. Roman groaned, not looking forwards to the long drive back.

Of course, as his mind began to refocus on the tinies awaiting him instead of his life back home, Roman began to feel slightly anxious. Surely they were fine, he wasn’t gone that long… but, well, he could have been gone a lot less if he hadn’t agreed to three more rounds of Mario Kart with his brother…

Roman arrived back at the dorm sooner than perhaps was legally allowed thanks to speed limits. He shivered, finding the room colder than they had left it. Someone must have turned down the thermostat. Rubbing at his arms to try and generate some heat, Roman grumbled to himself as he turned it back up. At least this place would heat up soon. For now, he could focus on getting unpacked.

“I’m back.” Roman greeted, wheeling his suitcase into the bedroom. He glanced into the cage, eyes widening at the state of the tiny. His eyes were squeezed shut, and the poor thing was shivering more rapidly than a lawn mower. “Oh no!” Roman hadn’t even considered how the temperature must have affected the little ones. They must have been miserable. Now Roman felt doubly guilty for not coming home sooner.

For once Logan didn’t protest as he was scooped up into Roman’s hands. In fact, a new development made Logan actually lean into the contact: the hands were warm.

“That’s it, it’s okay.” Roman spoke softly, rubbing his hands along the minuscule arms in the hopes of heating it up. But of course, Roman had also promised to take care of Patton’s little one. Thinking quickly, Roman placed his into the large hoodie pocket and headed to the second bedroom.

Logan groaned, deprived of his heat source and once again thrown into the dark. However, this darkness was soft and held its own warmth. The sensation of the human’s walking, though usually jarring, had an almost pleasant effect as Logan was rocked to and fro. The borrower sighed, allowing his muscles to finally relax after being tense in the cold for so long. Within moments Logan was out like a light.

“Hey Angel.” Roman greeted softly, having never been told about Virgil’s proper name.

Virgil winced, his frozen fingers curling protectively around his bit of cloth as he stared up at the approaching unknown human in fear.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” Roman kept his voice quiet, slowly undoing the latches. His heart ached as he watched this one shake in its rags. Perhaps they both needed some new clothing.

Virgil stumbled to his feet, eyes widening even further when Roman’s hands began to come for him. “N-N-n-!” Virgil tried to verbally protest, but his teeth chattered too much for him to form a proper phrase. Hadn’t Patton said that Roman wouldn’t grab him? Who was lying here, Roman or Patton?

“It’s okay~” Roman scooped up the trembling tiny, holding him cupped in his palms. Looking around, Roman grabbed a smaller throw blanket off the bed and began to wrap the tiny in many layers until it resembled a living puffball.

Virgil blinked, surprised by this act. He was now fully insulated from the human’s touch, and surrounded by the soft sensation of fabric and warmth on all sides.

Roman giggled at the sight. “Aww, you really are a cutie.” He teased, amused at how this statement made Patton’s tiny glare at him. Perhaps this one wasn’t so bad after all.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone now.” Roman relented, putting him back in the cage. He checked the water and food dishes, noticing a large stack of tiny pancakes still remained. “If you need anything, I’ll be back later. Bye, Angel.”

I’m not Angel. Virgil thought dejectedly, lowering his gaze. Virgil paused. Roman’s pocket was sagging in a...familiar shape. Virgil’s eyes widened, recognizing that outline anywhere. Could it really be? Was that…? But if that really was Logan, why wasn’t Logan struggling? Was he alright? Was he sick?

...was he... dead?

Virgil’s head shot up, watching as the human turned and began to head out of the room. No! How could he leave? No matter what happened, Virgil deserved answers.

“WAIT!” Virgil shouted, unable to hold back.

Roman froze in place. Of course, Patton had claimed that the tinies could talk, and even that his had spoken on multiple occasions. Roman didn’t think Patton was a liar, but it was a bit hard to believe at times. Now, though… Roman turned around, his mouth agape as he looked down at the tiny with newfound interest.

Virgil gulped under Roman’s gaze, but stood his ground. “Is...is Logan okay?”

“Logan?” Roman tilted his head. Who’s Logan? Roman pondered this question before his hand drifted over his pocket in realization. Roman’s eyes widened. ...oh.

“Yes, Logan is fine.” Roman assured the tiny softly, crouching down to be at eye level with him.

“Show me.” Virgil insisted, not caring about the fact that he was demanding something of a human.

“I don’t think that’s such a good-”

“SHOW ME!” Virgil yelled, glaring at the human with tears in his eyes.

Logan groaned, shifting in his sleep and having the strange sensation he just heard a voice.

Roman bit his lip, conflicted. Patton and he had agreed to keep the tinies separated for safety. If he showed Logan off, it would be breaking Patton’s trust. But at the same time...this tiny looked so heartbroken. Surely one peek wouldn’t hurt?

Roman shook his head. No, it wouldn’t be right. “Perhaps later.” Before the tiny could yell at him more, Roman fled the scene, closing Patton’s bedroom door and leaning heavily against it. Through the wood Roman imagined he heard the sound of muffled cursing.

“Well that went well.” Roman muttered irritably.

Feeling a shifting in his pocket, Roman gently retrieved Logan and held him up. “Oh, it’s alright, shh, go back to sleep.”

Logan seemed inclined to do just that. Indeed, he had barely made a noise of protest before he was unconscious once more. Roman cooed at the adorable sight, holding Logan close to his chest as he waited for the house to heat up. Roman hid a yawn of his own, feeling quite tired. He couldn’t go to bed, not yet. Though the idea of cuddling with Logan all night sounded appealing, it certainly couldn’t be safe.

Logan. Roman gave a small smile as he repeated the name over and over in his head, making certain not to forget it. It suited the little man perfectly. Although...hadn’t Roman guessed that before? Why hadn’t Logan just said it was his name then?

Roman supposed he could always ask Logan in the morning, which was of course several hours away. Roman gave another yawn, longer and wider. The bed might be too dangerous, but maybe...if he just rested his head a moment…

Soon Roman fell asleep on the couch, lying on his back with Logan on his chest and a hand covering the tiny to keep him warm throughout the night.

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Evil Within Shitpost (Feat. Deanobeanoqueero)

It’s-...

It’s exactly what you think it is-

My bro @deanobeanoqueero is the one who got me into this series, and also finished streaming Evil Within 2 for me today. I had a lot of laughs and scares with you Dean, and I just want to say thank you for the wild ride!

(*Slaps roof of this post* this bad boi can fit so many JOKES)

Dean and Sleep’s Happy, Sunshine, Flowery Day With the Bois (Now Comes With Rainbows!)

“We’ve received a distress signal from Beacon Hospital. We’re en-route; ETA five minut-”

“Dean, bro, we’re almost there you can silently thirst for Joseph once we’re out of the car-”

The beginning cut-scene is supposed to be dramatic, but for the two rookies it’s just Sleep teasing Dean about simping for Joseph and Sebastian

Sebastian’s just trying to guess what might be happening so they can go in with a few ideas, and the absolute tomfoolery happening in the back is ruining the atmosphere

Sebastian sighs. “Can the peanut gallery pipe it down back there?”

Dean winks at him in the rear view mirror, not once missing a beat. “I don’t like peanuts, but there’s one half of that word that I certainly do like~”

Joseph nearly chokes at Dean’s words. Kidman turns to the side to stare out the window, raising a hand to hide the growing smile on her face.

“...Peas.” Dean clarifies, although the smug grin on his face spoke a thousand words. “I meant peas. I like peas. Get your heads out of the gutter, would you?”

They’ve all been working together for nearly a month, Sleep and Dean knowing each other for even longer (about three months). This sort of banter was familiar to the five of them, but-

“WE’RE HEREEE- Oh my good fuck.”

They all hop out of the car, staring up at the hospital. Dean’s scoping out the area, Kidman and Joseph are discussing something in hushed voices, Sebastian’s making his way towards the steps, and Sleep-

-is still by the car.

She laughs nervously. “With how hard this rain’s coming down, this place looks kinda...ominous, don’tcha think?”

Sebastian’s withering look makes her gulp. “It’s too late to turn back now.”

“Sleepus.” Dean says as he reappears, slapping her on the back and getting her to stumble forward. “All five of us are finally on a case together. Let’s just go in, hope nothing steals our toes, and get out so we can play that ghost game we bought.”

Sleep nods. “You’re right...FOR THE GAME!”

“Kidman, stay out here. You’re our backup.” Sebastian commands, removing his gun from its holster. “Joseph, Dean, Sleep, you’re with me. We watch each other’s backs in here.”

All three of them nod their heads, hands hovering over their respective weapons.

Sebastian opens the door. Suddenly, a high pitched noise reverberates throughout the hospital, and soon after darkness quickly overtakes them all...

Inside of STEM

Sebastian comes to with a groan, quickly finding that he’s hanging upside down.

He twists his head to either side of him, seeing the other (really, really dead) bodies tied up in the same manner. “What the-”

“-actual-”

“-fuuuuuck...”

Sebastian nearly yells once he hears the other voices. To his left hangs Dean, the rookie taking in his whereabouts with an equally analytical and disgusted look in his eyes. Further down is Sleep, swearing up a storm under her breath as she tries (and fails) to cut her rope.

“Oh this is not a vibe, bois.”

Sebastian shoots Dean an incredulous look. “Now’s not the time for-”

The butcher walks by them all, going for a- oh that’s a writhing body on a chain, how did they not notice that before, and now-

-Now it’s a non-writhing body on a chain, the sounds of a blade slicing flesh filling the air as something wet splatters against the floor. Heavy footsteps pass by them, and Sebastian tilts his head back to see a...a thing dressed as a butcher cutting up a slab of meat on the table.

Sleep swallows harshly. “Ahaha...yummm, ham...”

Dean chuckles weakly, a hand reaching for his combat knife. Sebastian would’ve smacked his own face if the sound wouldn’t alert the crazy monster in the next room.

Out of everyone he could’ve gotten stuck with...

He cuts himself free once the butcher leaves, dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He staggers a bit as he stands up, the blood rush temporarily distorting his view, and quickly gets to work on Dean’s ropes.

Dean drops to the ground much like Sebastian did, except unlike the experienced detective he had someone to catch him.

The rookie smiles up at him. “Thank you, Sebastian.”

“You’re welcome. Can you stand?” Sebastian sets Dean down once he’s sure he’s okay, cutting Sleep’s ropes with no remorse as she plummets to the floor.

She immediately stands back up, unfazed. She jabs a finger at Sebastian, eyes narrowed. “Is this payback for eating your gummy worms the other day?”

Sebastian moves past them with a crouch, swiping the key card from the other room. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The two also drop to a crouch, following him towards a red door to the left of the hanging bodies. Heavy footfalls start growing louder, prompting them to get through the doorway as quickly as they could and shut the door behind them.

“I was hungry! You were like “Sleep; don’t eat the packing peanuts!”, and I was digesting myself, what else was I supposed to do?!” She whispers harshly as he opens the door. Sebastian gets the sudden urge to bang his head against a wall.

They all ascend the staircase, unaware of the horrors they would face...

Dean would sometimes miss all of his shotgun shots. It didn’t happen often, but he always took a second to lament his gun afterwards while Sleep patted his back

Sebastian leads the way. If there’s danger, he’d rather run into it first than Dean or Sleep

Explosions are Sleep’s jam. Th-...That’s it, send tweet.

Dean is the master of sneaky-sneaking. He always finds hidden items and ammo, pointing out little gems like a Bioshock figurine.

“My sneaky little gremlin hands are gonna steal all of your stuff~!”

The ragtag group’s first exposure to Ruvik begins (and ends) with Sleep insulting him. “Look, I get he wants to make like My Chemical Romance and join the Black Parade, but he clearly got the wrong memo with how much white he’s wearing.”

Long walks usually end up with Dean singing a song. A favorite is “Country roaddddd, take me homeeee, to a plaaaaace, I belonggg!”

“-WEST VIRGINIAAAAA”

The two hang onto each other like they’re in a drama film, extending their arms out towards an unseen sunset. It’s very wholesome and sweet and pure.

Sebastian wants to slam his head against a wall.

Sleep whispers the Mission: Impossible theme whenever they’re sneaking up on enemies

Dean starts singing in a panicked tone whenever there’s a high-stress situation. “AHH, I love running from zombies with my brooOOOOoOoOS..!!”

Code phrases

To release tension, Dean and Sleep say “Number 15: Burger King-”

“Don’t you dare,” Sebastian cuts them off with a hiss as they sneak around a zombie wrapped in barbed wire.

- They do it anyways

They get chased

Dean likes the Lady In Red. She’s terrifying, but she’s cool despite wanting to yoink your toes!

Sleep likes the Keeper the best. He has a safe for his head; that’s awesome!

Meeting up with Joseph = immediate simp on Dean’s end

Dean likes to share theories with Joseph, helping him work on opening doors and solving puzzles. Sleep wanders around the room in that time, poking fun at Sebastian.

Dean + Sleep = Lore Goblins, the Goblins of Lore

Dean really helps keep Joseph’s suicidal ass alive and in check; also calls him Jo Jo when he wants to get his attention

Sleep does her best to protect Leslie because he’s babey

Sleep repeatedly says “I will never financially recover from this” when something goes wrong

Dean counters with “I will never emotionally recover from this” once Kidman shoots Joseph

Oh look, Ruvik’s coming to attack them in his manor? Sebastian is tense as he dodges, but Dean and Sleep-

“No no, don’t touch me there; this is, my No No Square. No no-”

“Dean, Sleep, what the fuck are you two doing-”

Once they manage to defeat Ruvik, the trio stumbles out of the hospital and immediately go back to the office to play Mario Kart (Sebastian was forced to go)

They purchase a book called How To Deal With Trauma: For Dummies and sit in a circle and read it

#us in this game would be so hilarious and so fucked #our quotey fingers are actually just quotey quotes and we're driving Seb insane if STEM hasn't already #long post #evil within #sebastian castellanos #joseph oda #juli kidman #the evil within ruvik #ruben victoriano #this shitpost is dedicated to one of the greatest friends I have #dean bro I love you and thank you for this experience #evil within spoilers #I had to sneak in a Juicy reference too #oh wow this post is long

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January 21, 2021: The Wages of Fear (1953)

What exactly is a thriller, anyway?

Now, I’ve repeatedly considered having thrillers take up their own month, considering that they’re considered one of the core eleven film genres. However, they intersect so commonly with other genres, that I’ll be incorporating it into other months this year.

The definition of the thriller or suspense genre relies on surprise and intrigue. The audience is made unaware of certain information, giving a sense of mystery to the movie’s setting. The protagonist is often also unaware of these certain things, although that certainly isn’t a requirement.

Sometimes, they’re as innocent as the audience, if not moreso, and may be getting manipulated during the course of the story. Escapes, chase sequences, clear or hidden dangers, all of these meant to build suspense and unnerve the audience. It doesn’t have the overt scares of a horror film, and its action scenes build up to a feeling of building dread. They’re adrenaline-raising, heart-pounding, edge-of-your-seat films.

We’ve already covered one of the most prominent subgenres, the spy movie. We’ll cover more during Horror October, naturally, and a couple more this month. Comedy April’s even going to have a comedy thriller or two, while Romance February will pack an erotic thriller in there. Oh, and let’s not forget Crime July and Drama December. Like I said, they’ll be all over the place. Today, though, we cover one of the seminal French action thrillers, similar to our last two entries, but MUCH older. Enter Jean-Georges Clouzot.

Clouzot is one of the old-school French directors, even though he debuted quite late as compared to most, in 1942. A French Alfred Hitchcock, Clouzot’s first solo film was The Murderer Lives at Number 21. And surprisingly, it’s known as a comedy-thriller, and made a splash in theaters when it debuted in 1943. Which is interesting, given that whole World War II kerfuffle at the time. His most famous film, however, came in 1955, and was called Les Diaboliques. And THAT’S a psychological thriller that may end up on my list for October.

But two years before that, he made an action thriller. You know where this is going at this point, so let’s get on with it! SPOILERS AHEAD for The Wages of Fear!

Recap

Before we start, a tiny disclaimer: GIFs were...impossible to find for this one. HOWEVER, I miraculously found a recolored copy that I was able to convert into GIFs. I prefer the black-and-white version, which is how I watched it, but SACRIFICES MUST BE MADE

We start in Las Piedras, a small village in a Spanish-speaking country somewhere in Central America. A group of men speaking French, English, and Spanish are relaxing on a saloon porch, trying to beat the heat. These men include Mario (Yves Montand) and Bimba (Peter van Eyck). His girlfriend (?) Linda (Véra Clouzot, the director’s wife) works as a servant in the saloon.

Eventually, the men are told to leave, with Bimba being told to go to the airport to pick up mail. Arriving on the plane - other than a man with a whole-ass GOAT, which must have made for a fun flight for EVERYBODY involved - is a rich-looking man in a white suit and a fancy fly-swatter.

Our man, who’s French, runs into Mario, who is also French. This is Jo (Charles Vanel), who, despite looking rich, is out here looking for something monetary. Mario, after being weirdly cold to Linda, leaves for his home where he lives with Luigi (Folco Lulli), who speaks Italian. A real polyglot of a movie, this one.

Over the course of a montage of indeterminate time, we find out that there’s no work in this town for the various men, who are stuck in this town because of the desert surrounding it, expensive tickets, and no jobs or employment opportunities. We also find out that since there’s oil, there are Americans.

The Southern Oil Company, SOC, dominates the town due to nearby oil fields. They aren’t the best, though, and they tend to treat the townspeople pretty terribly. Jo inquires for a job there, to no avail, and reconvenes with Jo. After treating Linda and Luigi, to be frank, like ABSOLUTE shit, Mario...WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND

HOLY SHIT, MARIO AND LUIGI LIVE TOGETHER. REALLY?!? Holy shit.

Jo’s a dick, it turns out, which causes a rift between the two Frenchmen and the others. After literally getting the entire saloon angry with his antics, he threatens the nice Luigi with a gun, causing a tense atmosphere with everybody. After literally handing Luigi a gun to shoot him, the dejected man leaves the bar, dejected. Like I said...Jo’s an absolute DICK.

The next morning, something’s happened. The oil field has caught on fire, killing some of the residents who worked there. This causes some anti-foreigner rhetoric, which’ll probably spell trouble for our mostly foreigner cast. The foreman is Bill O’Brien (William Tubbs), who’s asked to handle the situation by his bosses. The only way to put out the fire is to generate an explosion triggered by nitroglycerin. Which seems...backwards, but I don’t know how oil works. They need to transport the nitroglycerin to the field, but the job is too dangerous for unionized workers. Therefore, the idea is formed to bring in some of the unemployed men, especially those that hang around the saloon. And, of course, that includes Mario, Jo, Bimba, and Luigi.

Speaking of Luigi, sad news. Looks like his construction job has resulted in cement powder depositing in his lungs, giving him 6 months to a year to live. Shame, he seems like a very nice guy. And so, considering that this job is dangerous, but follows a lot of money...he doesn’t have much to lose.

One of the people at the briefing immediately backs out upon learning about the job. He notes that this job infects men with fear that they can’t recover from. For that fear, the wages are $2500 per person. Only four people can do this job; two per truck, with one driver and one passenger. After some trials, Mario, Luigi, Bimba, and Smerloff, a German, are chosen. Jo isn’t good enough, much to his own dismay. However, as Bill and Jo are old friends of sorts, they make a deal; if one of the men doesn’t show up, Jo can take his place.

That night, the men (sans Jo) gather in the saloon. One young man, an Italian named Bernando who wasn’t chosen, gives Linda a note to mail to his mother. Sadly, there’s a reason for that that I won’t show here. But while they tell him that there’ll be a next time, he insists that their won’t be. I’ll let you fill in the tragic blanks.

The next morning, Smerloff doesn’t show up, having last been seen with, uh...with Jo. Wonder where Smerloff went. Well, predictably, Jo ends up replacing him. Jo and Mario go first, after winning a coin toss. They drive off hauling their truck loaded with nitroglycerin, and you can feel the fear begin to set in for Mario. As they drive through town, Linda tries to say goodbye, only for Mario to literally push her off the truck, MAN, I don’t like this guy.

As the truck drives, they encounter their first obstacle: Jo. As he’s driving, fear would appear to set in for him as well. He overcomes a couple of large puddles, but begins to shiver and sweat, saying that he’s sick. But no, he’s definitely just nervous, and they stop the truck in a forest of sugarcane so that Jo can take a break. However, they have to get going quickly, as the second truck is close behind them.

In the second truck, Bimba and Luigi talk a bit, with the affable Luigi doing most of that talking. But when Jo and Mario stop for a second time, they tell the pair off and drive past. Because of this, they hit the first real obstacle: a stretch of rough and bumpy road called the washboard. To get over it, one has to go 40 mph to get over the bumps. If not, then the truck will feel the bumps, and the nitroglycerine will explode. Luigi and Bimba get over with some difficulty, finding out that the gas in their truck contains water, and needs to be changed.

As for Jo and Mario, Jo’s nervousness costs them time and energy, as he refuses to speed up to the proper speed before getting on the washboard. They have to back up (inside their own tire tracks), and Mario officially takes over the wheel. And he starts going fast...too fast.

They almost collide with the other truck, but Luigi and Bimba speed up in time. Next obstacle: a road under construction. A K-turn is needed, and that turn requires a flimsy wooden construction to be driven on. It isn’t easy, the very competent Luigi and Bimba manage it all right. Jo and Mario get there, and Jo, predictably, FREAKS OUT.

Mario, on the other hand, is overly reckless. In order to get over the rotted out road, Mario has to drive to the very edge of the construction. Jo, who was guiding him from the back of the truck, ends up tumbling over the side. While Mario thinks he’s dead, Jo instead takes the opportunity to straight-up run away, although Mario does see him. This is a problem, as the truck begins to slide on the wood without Jo’s help. But Mario, ever-resourceful, figures it out. But...

OH SHIT! Mario gets off the construction just as it’s starting to collapse. He makes it forward, and passes the cowardly Jo, who tries to get back onto the truck.Mario, UNDERSTANDABLY PISSED, almost leaves him behind, but finally stops so that he can get rejoin. The two get into an argument, where Mario calls Jo out for once being brave, but now being a coward. Jo tells Mario that he has no imagination, and that Jo’s “died fifty times since last night.” I love that line, honestly.

Back to Luigi and Bimba. They talk about life after the money, even though we’re aware that Luigi doesn’t have much of that left. It’s then that the next obstacle appears: a talus slope, from which a giant rock has fallen, and blocks the road. Bimba has the...bright idea (?) of using the nitroglycerin to blow up the stone. Which I feel like is an...idea.

They make a hole in the rock, then siphon some nitro out of a container. The others catch up, and back the trucks away, leaving Bimba by himself to do the deed. And it is...ABSOLUTELY NERVE-WRACKING HOLY SHIT. After setting up a Rube-Goldberg device and pouring the nitroglycerin into a hole in the rock, Bimba lights a fuse and sets it to blow.

But because they fear they;ve parked too close, Luigi runs back to put out the fuse! Too late, though, as the nitro blows, and rocks fly, almost falling on the trucks in the process. As for Luigi...he survives! Knocked out by the shock from the explosion, but not injured. In the process, the rock is finally destroyed, and Mario and Luigi finally reconcile as friends.

Back on the drive with Luigi and Bimba! We find out that Bimba’s a German, whose parents died at the hands of the Nazis. He himself was in a work camp for 3 years, which is why he is as brave as he is. Behind them, Jo and Mario talk of France, and Jo rolls a cigarette.

...FUCK.

Luigi and Bimba are gone. Like that. This, of course, freaks out Jo, who runs away from the truck. Mario catches up, and beats Jo for his cowardice. They return to the truck, albeit very reluctantly on Jo’s part. They make it to the site of the explosion, where there’s...no sign. No sign of the truck, of the guys, nothing. Just a busted pipe spitting up oil, creating a massive puddle.

Jo goes into the shallow pool to guide Mario through it, but gets stuck in the pool in the process. Mario runs over his leg, and the truck itself gets stuck in the oil. Mario gets out of the truck and helps Jo, whose leg is FUUUUUUUUUCKED up. I mean it, it’s like a busted sausage link, like a sock made of MEAT. It’s not OK, is what I’m saying.

Mario, using a cable, an iron rod, and his wits, manages to pull the truck out of the oil pool. He gets Jo, and the drive continues. Jo, in pain and possibly bleeding out, is close to falling asleep. To keep him awake, the two talk about Paris. Day turns to night, and Mario continues to drive. They finally make it to the burning oil field...but too late for Jo.

Mario’s finally able to get out of the truck, and stumbles towards the fire and collapses. Not dead, just exhausted. He gets all of the money promised to the four, and leaves in the now empty truck to go back to Las Piedras. Free of nitroglycerine and free of fear, he gleefully drives back. In the saloon, the patrons celebrate Mario’s survival while listening to Blue Danube, and so does Mario! And Mario is driving...carefree. And recklessly.

...That’s The Wages of Fear. See you in the Epilogue.

#the wages of fear #le salaire de la peur #henri-george clouzot #yves montand #charles vanel #folco lulli #peter van eyck #action thriller #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #user365 #my gifs #mygifs #moviegifs #action january

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I need to tell you something

Han Jisung x Reader

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Warnings: swearing?

|| A.N. This is my first fic!!!! It’s definitely not the greatest thing you’ve ever read but I really wanted to start writing so it can only go up from here:) I write for bts, stray kids, got 7 and ATEEZ so please feel free to request something you want to see:) thank you so much for taking the time out of you day to read this and please stay safe and have an amazing day/night <3

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Late. I am so fucking late.

My alarm thought it would be a funny joke to never go off and now I have to panic about whether or not I will be late to my first class or not. Hyunjin was going to kill me for picking him up late on the first day of junior year. Luckily for us we have most of the same classes. ‘We can be late together.” I think to myself outloud. I throw on some jeans and a sweater and make my way out of my room.

Right as I leave the dorm room to speed walk to my car my phone starts ringing. Hastily I answer without looking at who it was. “Hello?” My voice comes off kind of rude but it was way too early and I was way too irritated for someone to be calling me.

‘Uhm HI! Y/N did you ditch me already on the first day or do you just not love me?” I roll my eyes as Hyunjin’s dramatic ass yells through the phone.

“My alarm didn’t go off. I’m running late.” He sighs through the phone and I can tell he is rolling his eyes at me also. “Well hurry up Jisung and I can’t wait forever.” I furrow my brows in confusion. “Jisung is with you?” “Oh yeah I didn’t tell you?” I shake my head but then remember that he can’t see me.

‘You kinda forgot to mention that yeah.” It’s not that I have anything against Jisung, I just never got close to him like all of Hyunjin’s other friends. “It doesn’t matter. I’m getting in my car now so just be ready.” He replies with an “Okay.” and then hangs up on me.

Not even 10 minutes later I am parking in front of Hyunjin’s dorm building. I send him a text saying I am here and a few seconds later 2 boys are walking towards my car.

“About fucking time.” Hyunjin says as he gets into the front seat. I glare at him but don’t say anything. “Thanks for the ride y/n.” Jisung says quietly. I look at him through the rearview mirror and give a smile in return. I reach my hand over and lightly shove Hyunjin’s face. “Aye, watch the face!” “Bitch.” I say to him with a small smile.

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“You are so lucky I had this class last year so I know the teacher isn’t going to yell at me for being late on the first day.” Hyunjin says mocking me. I lightly shove him as we walk towards the university laughing at his lame insult. “Hey at least I actually picked up on the first day unlike other people.” He gasps and puts his hand over his heart. Jisung laughs at the dramatic scene. “That was the only time I forgot you AND I did your homework for 2 weeks after that.” Hyunjin says back. I just giggle and walk through the door Jisung had held open for us. I bow as a thank you and he smiles towards me.

After walking Hyunjin to his first class it was just Jisung and I walking to our english class we have together.

“Hey can I say something.” Jisung’s voice bombing in the silent hallway. I nod my head in response. He clears his throat and continues, “I just wanted to apologize for what happened at Chan and Felix’s party last month. I know it’s the reason you’ve been avoiding me.” My feet stop in their tracks and I suddenly can’t breath. My heart clenches at the memory of what happened that night. “I know that telling you I didn’t feel the same way about you in front of everyone was very disrespectful to you and I’m truly sorry.” I moved my eyes to where he was standing next to me. He sorts an extremely saddened expression coating his beautiful features.

Okay, maybe I lied about the whole ‘not being as close to him’ thing. I was utterly in love with Han Jisung and he doesn’t feel the same. That night was horrific and it still haunts me to this day. “Listen Ji, it’s fine i’m over it.” Well not really but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say that to him. The only person who knows is me and me only. “There is something else I wanted to tell you.” Before he could say it though a teacher down the halls yells at us to get to class. I hear him sigh behind me as I make my way to the classroom.

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As the last minute of class came up Jisung turned around to face me. Sadly, the teacher of our last class thought it would be fun to seat Jisung right in front of me. These are our seats for the rest of the year.

“The boys and I are going to Chan and Felix’s dorm room to hang out and Hyunjin wanted me to ask you to come with us.” I look up as he finishes speaking and look at him in thought. “Um, I’ll think about it.” His lingers on me until he nods and picks up his bag to leave. He stops and turns one last time and looks at me. “I hope you come.” With that he stands up and leaves the room.

I lay my head in my hands for a few seconds before picking up my own bag and exiting the classroom with a heavy heart.

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My heart is racing as I stand in front of the door to Chan and Felix’s room. I’ve been standing here for almost 5 minutes and have made no moves to knock. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to knock?” I jump a little in surprise as Changbin speaks up behind me. “Sorry.” I say quietly and move to the side. “No need to be sorry y/n. Can you knock though my hands are kinda full with snacks.

Curling my fingers into a fist I move to knock on the door. Down the hall someone yells, “Hurry my hands are going to freeze off if I hold these drinks any longer.” I see Jisung speed walking towards us with an uncomfortable expression on his face. My eyes don't last long on him as the door opens and Felix lets us in.

“Y/n I didn’t think you would come.” “Jisung is quite the convincing one isn’t he y/n.” I hear Hyunjin say suggestively beside me. I quickly shove him away from me and make my way to the couch where Chan and Minho were playing mario kart. “Fuck off Jinnie.”

As the night goes on we all find ourselves laughing and yelling at the tv screen while taking turns at racing. Jisung is sitting on the floor with his back pressed against my legs and to say that is all I am thinking of is an understatement.

I have to hold myself back from running my hands through his hair that is inches from my hand that is on my knee. Suddenly Jisung moves his body in between my legs and rests his head on the inside of my knee. My breath hitches in my throat but I pretend I don’t notice what he is doing.

“Y/n do you want some water?” Hyunjin says to me as he gets up from the floor a serious look covers his face. “Yeah i’ll come with you.” Before I could get up Jisung wraps his hand around my ankle and rubs his thumb over the skin before letting go and moving so I can fully stand up. I don’t look at him but I see him staring to see what my reaction was to what he just did.

The second Hyunjin and I reach the kitchen he whisper yells “What the fuck was that?” I stare at him with a blank expression. “I can’t even answer that question for myself Jinnie. I’m kinda freaking out right now.” We hear footsteps coming towards us and Hyunjin grabs a water bottle before speaking to whoever was now in the kitchen.

“Hey Ji!” “Hey can I actually talk to y/n alone for a second?” My eyes grow wide and look at Hyunjin as if to tell him not to leave me. “Of course you can.” “Traitor.” I whisper in his ear as he walks past me. He squeezes my shoulder and winks at me as he walk back to the front room.

My eyes don’t meet Jisungs as he walks closer to me. I lean myself against the counter and cross my arms over my chest to sort of shield myself from him. “Hey.” “Hi.” He laughs at the awkwardness that lingers in the air around us. I look up at him and he is significantly closer to me and it makes me lose focus.

“This is a lot more awkward than I wanted it to be but, I’m glad you’re here.” His hands move into the pockets of his jeans and he looks down at his shoes. “Me too.” I reply quietly.

Jisung hesitantly takes a step forward and my arms tense. I’m way too nervous to be around this man by myself. Fuck Hyunjin for leaving my alone with the one person who is constantly on my mind and can easily tear me apart in one go.

“Look, I know you hate me and by the way you are protecting yourself right now I can tell that you don’t want me here but..” He pauses and I instantly look him in the eyes with a sad expression. “Ji..” my voice soft as can be. I step towards him slowly, many emotions running through me.

“Please just let me get this out y/n.” I nod my head as a way to tell him he has the floor. “As I told you in the hallway, I am really sorry for what I did to you and how I humiliated you in front of everyone. I wasn’t thinking about how much of an idiot I was. I also didn’t think about how much I was going to miss you.”

My breathing halts and my face flushes a bright red at his confession. “I miss you being around when we’re all together like this. I miss watching you and Hyunjin bicker about the stupidest things. I miss your laugh, your smile, and how you always take care of everyone and make sure that everyone gets their fill of food first before you even sit down. I miss the times it would just be you and I walking around campus doing stupid things and just messing around.” Tears welled up in my eyes and were threatening to spill onto my cheeks.

“I miss you so much and these past weeks without you has made me realize how in love with you I am and I was too blind to realize it.” Jisung is looking anywhere but me and honestly I don’t blame him. Without even thinking I lurch forward and wrap my arms around his neck.

As if on instinct his arms are wrapped tightly around my waist and his face is buried in my neck. “You don’t have to say anything but, I needed to tell you. Especially after what I put you through.” I squeeze tighter around him and plant an almost nonexistent kiss on his cheek. I knew he felt it by the way his breath hitches at the touch.

Slowly he moves away from me just enough that our noses are touching. He moves his hands to cup my face and strokes the apples of my cheeks with his thumbs.

“Can I please kiss you?” My body responds before my voice and I crash my lips onto his with searing passion.

His lips immediately move against mine with equal passion and all I can see is stars and the feeling of pure euphoria flows through my body while we kiss. My left hand moves to grip his wrist and the right goes to the space where his neck and shoulder meet.

It felt like hours before he pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine slowly backing us up until I felt the counter pressing into my back. Jisung moves both of his hands to either side of me and trapping me between him and the counter. Our breathing is shallow and I move both of my hands back up his neck to thread through his silky smooth hair.

Jisung lets out a content sigh and rests his head on my shoulder, leaving small kisses where he pleases against it. “Can I ask you a question?” I say to him in a whisper that soars between us. “Anything.” His soft lips traveling up my neck towards my cheek.

“Will you go out with me?” He lifts his eyes towards my own with a heartwarming smile. His hands going from the counter to my waist squeezing them a little as he responds with a passionate kiss. My heart feels as if it’s going to explode with love and happiness. Our mouths move in sync for a few more seconds before he pulls away. Jisung leaves a few quick pecks on my cheeks before answering.

“Of course baby.”

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years

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Reflection, a Buddie fic, jealous!Eddie, 3.8k

Eddie Diaz knew a few things. His wife, Shannon, was no longer with them. While he will always love her, it was time for him to move on. Surprisingly, his heart already did without his notice. It set up camp in the hands of his best friend, Buck. And he was too late to do anything about it.

Because Buck has a personal trainer. Buck has a crush on his personal trainer.

If Eddie ever meets the man, he might dip back into his 'phase'. But knowing how that might hurt Buck, he hopes they never run into each other. At a party in Buck's apartment, there's a high chance their paths will cross. Only what happens when Eddie meets Buck's personal trainer?

Eddie stands in a corner, scanning the crowd for a particular face. Shoulders tense, expression smooth like the marble of Buck’s kitchen counters, he broadcasts a very clear message - stay away. Appropriate behavior if Eddie were back at his station overseas and not at a party. A party celebrating a very important person in his life.

He catches Buck’s eyes in the crowd, the other man in the middle of a conversation. Buck lights up, waving him over. Eddie declines, darting away to sip at his beer. Too slow to miss him deflate at the snub.

His heart stutters over itself. A low growl rumbles through his mind, sharp teeth chewing him out for causing Buck’s smile to dim by ten percent. Barks at him to push off from the wall and join him, even at the risk. Slide in close and interrupt Buck while he works through his fifth tangent. Because Eddie knows his friend loses the plot easier than a loose contact and everyone around him looks antsier than soldiers during a surprise mine sweep. Eddie would then reel him towards an ending, helping lighten the social traffic.

It’s exactly what he wants to do. But a phantom hold keeps him from following through on the fantasy. The fear that, if he were to go over and enjoy himself, the very person he wasted already too much time searching for would surprise him and ruin his fun.

If there’s no fun had there’s none to ruin.

“You doing okay there Eddie?”

Hen and Chimney double team him, fencing him in and blocking his view of the entire party from his post. Any chance of escape stolen by Hen bracing her arm against the wall and Chimney spreading his legs in an awkward way that he finds comfortable. “So I’m not shifting around all the time.”

“But it’s a tripping hazard!”

Chimney smirked, “Too bad.”

Eddie frowns, carefully constructed mask slipping to expose his raw nerves. It rights itself in the next moment. Only the damage was done.

“What’s wrong?” Hen asks, “This is supposed to be a party! Why are you the treating it like a funeral?”

“I’m not -”

“Eddie’s not imagining himself at a funeral, Hen,” Chim interrupts, “no, no, it’s like he’s surveying a fire for any stragglers.” They snicker into their drinks, Eddie rolling his eyes at their antics.

“Real funny, you two,” he sighs, “Look, sorry if I’m being a little bit of a buzzkill but I’m not in the mood to party.” “Then why’d you come?”

He answers with a soft gaze towards the apartment’s entertainment section, Christopher sitting wedged between Denny and Harry playing with Denny’s Switch. Two more controllers added since his birthday, so they can all play Mario Party. Christopher shakes the controller madly to win whatever mini-game randomly chosen, laughing when Harry knocks into him.

“Hurry up dad!” Christopher urged Eddie. He waited by the front door, bouncing with excitement. Eddie shrugged on his jacket, telling him to be patient. “But I want to see Buck!” he said, grinning, “Don’t… don’t you want to?”

Eddie did, but he wasn’t alone. There’s another person here that probably feels the same flutter in his stomach whenever Buck’s form crosses their gaze. Except they can act on it, whereas Eddie has to wait for his stomach acid to digest those damned butterflies.

“That’s sweet,” Hen says, cup over her heart. “But that’s not explaining the stiff upper lip thing your face is doing.”

Chimney nods, “You’re no Brad Pitt but you have a better poker face than this, man.”

His lips thin further, and Eddie wishes a tornado would sweep through the room and suck him out of the apartment. It’s the only natural disaster he feels his family aren’t equipped to handle, meaning they’re less likely to rescue him from death. Although Eddie believes, even if a tornado found a way to travel across the Midwest and to Los Angeles without dissipating, his Texan blood would keep him alive for the fallout. “Maybe I would perk up a little if people stopped harassing me about why I’m not the life of the party?”

“Hey, don’t make us out to be the bad guys,” Chimney says, “we’re first responders.”

“We’re just doing our jobs,” Hen adds. Her finger pokes his chest three times, on the fourth Eddie waving it away.

Chimney steps closer, voice lowering to a whisper. “Really though,” he says, Eddie straining to hear him over the background chatter, “are you okay? You can tell us?”

“Was it therapy?” Hen asks, “I saw you leaving in a huff. Completely ignored me by the way…”

Eddie winces, unaware Hen saw him storm out of their therapist’s office. “My bad,” he winces, scratching his neck, “I would’ve said ‘hi’ if I saw you.”

“I know,” she says, “I could tell you weren’t paying attention. You had this intense glare in your eye like you had before we showed up.”

“Is that what it is?” Chimney arches a brow, “Something your therapist said that rubbed you the wrong way? A breakthrough you weren’t ready to hear?”

Chimney throws darts blindly and lands one close to the bull’s-eye without thought. Eddie bristles at how closely his friend’s guesses were. Although there are a few facts he has wrong.

Like the breakthrough Chimney thinks Eddie wasn’t ready to hear? Not true. Eddie understood his newfound feelings for Buck almost immediately. Already experienced the blinding, gasping fear that came with the development. Scared how things might change, to be around Buck, and what would happen if his affection went unanswered. Especially since he couldn’t hide his heart as easily as he thought. Frank sniffed them out at their session after Eddie’s revelation.

“Why did you shut down just then?” he asked, leaning forward in his wheelchair, “When you were talking about Buck.”

“I didn’t shut down,” Eddie said, crossing his arms. “I finished with the story… not much else to talk about.” Frank chuckled, rubbing at his eye. “What’s so funny?”

“Usually when it comes to the topic of your… friend , Buck, I have trouble getting you to move off the topic.” Shifting, he brings his pen to the notepad and scribbles a few words. “Has there been another rough patch in your relationship?”

Eddie scowled. “I wouldn’t say that. We’re fine.”

“Fine?”

“ Dandy. ” If falling in love with your best friend and coworker could be boiled down to a word, it wouldn’t be that. But did Frank expect Eddie to tell him the truth?

He did. They spent half the session verbally sparring about Buck, Eddie drawing his line in the sand and making sure Frank wouldn’t wheel across it.

“I thought you didn’t like talking about Buck?” Eddie growled. Squeezed the arms of the chair in an effort to keep his cool. “Why are you making this such a big deal?”

“Because you’re making it one.” Frank lost any pretense of entertaining Eddie’s efforts then, laying into the other man. “You think I’m being annoying with this? Imagine what might happen after you leave this room. How are you going to react when your mood shifts when talking to friends or family - or Buck? When you spend time with Buck will you shut down like you did earlier? I assure you that will only draw more suspicion your way.”

Eddie sunk into his seat. “I can handle myself…”

“Or,” Frank continued, “why don’t you let me help you through whatever you’re working through in this safe space. Where, I promise, there is no judgement.”

He mulled it over for a minute, giving Frank the benefit of actually considering his offer. A scene played through his mind, Eddie in the same room with Buck. Neither doing anything important than existing next to each other. In the sequence Buck turned to him and grinned, little birthmark rising slightly and eyes squinting like he stared up at the sun.

Eddie hoped his cheeks didn’t burn like they were in his head, in that room with Buck.

“Okay,” he started, thumb brushing back and forth across his knee, “if you want the truth…” It spilled forth rapidly, Eddie accidentally twisting the knob on his faucet off and unable to stop it. Went over how, after Shannon, Eddie didn’t know if the hole in his chest would ever be filled. That the pain from losing her once hurt so long, and this time her exit was more permanent.

But, without his notice, someone grabbed a shovel and set to work. Slowly Buck stepped into a new role. Went above and beyond what a friend normally did. Especially given his own condition, dealing with the possibility that his career and life were forever over. At first Eddie thought Buck used his time with him and Christopher as a distraction. To numb the terror of not being able to return to the firehouse. Except the cast came off, and Buck stuck by their side. Became even bigger parts of their lives. Sometimes he picked up Christopher from friend’s houses when Eddie or Carla was busy. Or joined them in grocery shopping. Stayed late into the night, helping Christopher to bed and chatting with Eddie until it was one in the morning. No matter how hard Eddie begged, though, Buck would return to his apartment. Eddie watching him hop into his Uber and waiting until he received a text from Buck to go to sleep.

“God,” Eddie scrubbed his face, “I had it bad for him this whole time and I didn’t notice?”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” Frank comforted him, smiling, “When we go through trauma, it’s easy for things to fade into the background while you heal. Things change, around you and inside, that you might not notice for awhile because the immediate pain takes up all your attention.”

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed, “I spent so long being glad that I had Buck… I didn’t examine those feelings too closely because I was just happy that the pain from missing Shannon wasn’t there.”

“And when Buck abandoned you, as you mentioned in a previous session…” Eddie shifted in his seat at Frank’s choice of words. “How did you feel? Really feel? Looking back on it with the clarity you have now?”

“I… I don’t know,” Eddie said, “I guess it… pushed me over the edge. Two people I loved choosing to walk out on me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Felt like I was letting Christopher down because I couldn’t give him a stable home… was more like a hotel with one of those revolving doors. It made me mad. And I wanted to hurt people, because maybe then I wouldn’t be hurting inside... God,” he wiped his eyes, laughing, “Buck was right. He was part of the reason I had my… phase . If he found out… his ego was insufferable before.”

“Your confession is safe with me,” Frank told him, “I’m glad we could work through this in today’s time. If you held out a bit longer I was afraid we’d be cut off in the middle and it’d be forever to get you to where we’re ending today.”

“Thanks, Frank,” Eddie said, standing, “I… I needed this.”

He scheduled another session the following week, proactively dealing with his issues. While they covered many things in the hour there were still more to discuss. When his next appointment arrived Eddie wasted no time dumping the remaining worries at Frank’s feet. Like a man dangling off the edge of a skyscraper begging for someone to help him away from the edge.

Frank hauled him onto solid ground with sound logic. “If Buck is all that you say he is,” he explained, “than in the possibility where he didn’t return your feelings occurred, he wouldn’t call it quits like that. You need to have a little faith that things can turn out good.”

“It’s hard, though. When every time I have that faith it all goes sour on my end.”

“Well maybe this time things will turn out differently.”

Eddie took Frank’s advice, deciding that the next moment alone with Buck he would hand him his heart and pray he kept it.

However he could never be alone with Buck.

In the following weeks, any chance where they were the only two in the room was spoiled by a third party joining almost immediately. From fellow firefighters to random strangers. Christopher, when Eddie tried sneaking out to meet Buck. Caught and forced to bring him along since he cannot say no to his son. While at the park, watching his son play, he thought about telling him there. But then Athena walked in, apparently on patrol. So desperate Eddie considered faking an emergency so he could claim the ambulance for him and Buck and confessing on the way.

Eddie was desperate.

Instead of risking a felony, Eddie went with an even riskier option.

“Buck,” he sidled up to his friend, swinging an arm over his shoulders, “You good to join me in the gym for a little one-on-one?” Not the safest place given how accessible their gym was in the open floor plan. If he timed the barbell lifts right, Eddie could give them some protection.

Buck deflated, stepping away from Eddie’s hug. “Sorry, Eddie… no can do.”

“What? Why?”

He frowned, tilting his head in confusion. “Really? You know why…” At Eddie’s silence, Buck continued. “Ever since the accident I… I can’t work out like I used to. I had to switch up how I do things and… find new ways.”

“Oh,” Eddie mirrored his expression, “How, uh… how have you been exercising then? Because - I mean - you’re still looking fit and everything and you had to keep up your strength when going through training of course…”

Buck smiled, ducking his gaze to hide a blush. The sight of flushed skin sent chills racing down Eddie’s spine. “Been doing some classes, got a personal trainer… who I really like. He’s - uh, he’s cool. Derek, I… it’s been different, but uh - uh new. In a good way.”

A good way. Said to the floor yet Eddie still bears the brunt of the blow. Repeatedly suffering with each mention of ‘Derek’. Especially since, after first finding out about him, he becomes a recurrence in his life.

“There’s this really cool trick Derek showed me that’ll cut cramp recovery in half the time.”

“Derek, he had this really funny story he was telling in the middle of our planks…”

“I didn’t think yoga was that effective, but after one class with Derek I can see why people do it.”

Derek. Derek. Derek. He took his place in Buck’s life as his exercise partner without him knowing. The longer he waits the better chance he has of graduating from ‘trainer’ to ‘boyfriend’.

But Derek keeps him at bay. The specter of him shadows every conversation they have. Eddie imagining telling Buck his feelings only to be shot down because some random guy swooped in and struck the scalding iron while Eddie didn’t even know the metal was hot. As more time passed, Eddie sparingly saw his friend.

“It could be nothing,” Frank said. Eddie ignored him, pacing the room. “If you talked to him -”

“I mean it’s perfect,” Eddie spiraled, “being a trainer means that he can get close without there being any questions. Touch Buck’s muscles or - or press his chest to Buck’s back while showing him how to do a move or whatever.”

“If he does then that’s harassment, Eddie. Buck pays him to be his trainer and nothing more.”

“But it could be something,” Eddie turned to him, “The way he talks about Derek… there’s this stupid smile on his face that he gets when he has it bad for someone. Had it when he told me about Abby, when he was with Ally... “

“Did he ever have it when he was with you?” Eddie stayed firm in his silence, refusing to answer him. Frank continued, undeterred. “You’re jumping to conclusions without all the facts. If you talked to him -”

“It wouldn’t make a difference! He’s already gone on some other lucky jerk.”

“And is that so bad?”

He stiffened. “What do you mean? Of course it’s bad!”

“I don’t believe you think that,” Frank said, “To me, it sounds like you’re using this Derek as an excuse to back out of confessing your feelings to Buck. You’re afraid Buck might say no. Having Derek there is the perfect option because if he’s in Buck’s life than you don’t have to tell him.”

Eddie imploded. Glared at Frank, biting down every bit of bile he wanted to spew at his therapist. Swallowed it all and stormed from the room before he did something he regretted. Carried that dark cloud with him from the parking lot to Buck’s apartment where they surprised him with another party. Celebrating him being off blood thinners and hopefully not have it end like last time.

“What happens in therapy stays in therapy,” Eddie mumbles, pushing off the wall, “now if you’ll excuse me.” He escapes them, squeezing through the sewing needle loop between Hen and Chimney.

They follow, matching his hurried pace. Trying to carry the conversation even though Eddie keeps dropping it.

Luckily he sees a distraction by the mirror. Christopher stares at himself, smiling. Eddie walks over and crouches down next to him. “Hey, buddie, what are you looking at?”

“Denny said I had a piece of spinach stuck in my teeth,” Christopher says, “but I… can’t see it.”

Eddie studies his son’s teeth, aware of the figures standing behind him. “I don’t see it either.”

“Denny probably did that so he could cheat,” Hen sighs, “boy is the sorest of losers.”

“You should get back to your game, then, before you end up in last place.” Eddie squeezes Christopher’s shoulders, resigned to losing his shield against the circling vultures. He reaches forward and places a hand on the mirror’s frame, using it to steady his ascent.

At full height, Eddie notices his reflection fading somewhat. Suddenly a figure pops up, smiling and sweating, frozen in mid stretch.

“Whoa, whoa, hey,” Buck rushes over, smile twitching with nerves, “what, uh… what’s everybody doing?”

Chimney jerks his thumb at the scene. “Wondering why there’s a man trapped in your mirror?”

“There is?” Buck feigns surprise, eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. “I don’t - I don’t know how he got there?”

“What? Of course you do, Buck,” Maddie says, joining the conversation, “I helped you set him up and everything.”

“Maddie -”

“Maddie,” Chimney cuts Buck off, “you know what’s going on?”

She nods, pointing to the man in the mirror with her cup. “Being Buck’s sister I was the only one who was forced to listen to him complain about how he was going to lose everything he worked so hard for. Just because he couldn’t work out like he used to because of the accident. One day while listening to him go on and on about it this ad popped up for mirrors that double as personal trainers.” A string snaps in Eddie’s mind, the sound echoing madly. He looks over to Buck, the other man watching his feet while his ears burn. “Anyway I said I would personally buy this mirror for him if it would get him to shut up. He agreed, but only if he liked it. Day after it arrived Buck wasn’t complaining anymore. Best paycheck I ever spent…”

“Wait,” Hen glances between Maddie and the mirror, “so this is a personal trainer?”

“Yeah,” Maddie leans over to tap the glass, despite Buck’s attempts to stop her. The screen shifts and an array of faces smile at them. Derek’s larger than the rest, head enlarged and name clearly labeled below it.

There he was. Derek .

“You can pick from a whole array of trainers depending on what classes you want. It’s really interesting, and Buck seems to like it.”

“Maddie -”

“I figured you all knew about it since he’s replaced complaining with praising his trainer Derek,” she chuckles, elbowing her brother. “Little teacher’s pet.”

“ Maddie .”

Their small crowd thins after that. Christopher returns to his game, and Chimney leads Maddie towards the kitchen to steal some more food. Eddie stares at Derek, a mixture of confusion and relief churning in his stomach.

Hen sidles up to him. “You wanna know something?”

“What?”

“That Derek guy kind of looks like you.”

Eddie whips around in shock, ready to fire a denial. She dips before he can pull the trigger, safe by her wife’s side. Loaded and nowhere to go, Eddie looks at Derek. Sees how, in a certain light, they could be reflections of each other. However Derek’s hair is much longer than his, pulled tight in a bun, And there’s a mole under his nose that draws the eye to it without trying.

Derek disappears, the mirror returning to normal. It’s his face gazing back at him now, Eddie’s a few inches to his side.

“So,” he says, “you’ve met Derek.”

“Yeah. I did.” Eddie turns to him, “Why didn’t you tell me he was in your mirror? I’ve been here how many times, used this mirror, and it had a double life?”

“I… I guess I was embarrassed,” Buck tells him, wringing his hands, “of…”

He guesses, “Of him being in a mirror.”

“Well, that,” Buck says, eyes bouncing around the room, unable to meet Eddie’s stare, “and, because…” His words dissolve into dust.

Eddie understands. Finally sees what he needs. An emotion reflected in his own eyes, not distorted by doubt or fear.

“Y’know,” he starts, running a hand across the mirror’s surface, “this is pretty cool.”

“...It is.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, smiling at Buck’s face in the mirror, “think you could invite me over the next time you use this?”

Buck frowns, “Why? You already got a good routine going.”

“I’ve been in the mood to shake things up,” Eddie tells him, “and besides… I missed working out with you.”

“You did?” Mood shifting rapidly, Eddie swoons at the dizzying grin lighting up Buck’s face.

“Of course…” Eddie’s hand runs across Buck’s reflection, petting his chest, “there’s a lot of time I have to make up for. We can start with exercise and… go from there.”

Buck nods enthusiastically. “I’d like that.”

The party goes on without them, both men are lost in their own world. Eddie feels the darkness that ate at his heart fade, replaced by the warm embrace of understanding. In lieu of talking Eddie prepares for his exercise date. Stretches the words in his mind so they’ll be ready for the day. Imagines how it will go. And, when successful, Eddie kisses Buck. Derek long gone from the mirror. Only them captured inside it.

#9 1 1 fox #buddie #buddie fic #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Christopher Diaz #chimeny han #hen wilson #maddie buckley #buck x eddie #buck/eddie

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heyyouwiththeassbutt · 4 years

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The Pact - Part 2

Summary - You make an unusual pact with your two best friends, Steve and Bucky.

Pairing - Steve Roger x Reader Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning - Smut, dry humping, alcohol (although no smut takes place while under the influence of anything), future threesome, feelings, jealously, Fluffy fluff

Word Count - 1,975

A/N - Please let me know if you liked this story and want it to continue!

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Glasses never seemed to empty as the waiters made their way around the packed room, topping up champagne at every opportunity. You and Clint were in a lighthearted argument over the best way to win at Mario Cart, Nat and Wanda were giggling as they danced together on the tiny makeshift dance area and Steve and Bucky were talking business with Tony and Bruce in the corner of the room. Everyone was in high spirits as the party was beginning to wind down, the weeks spent on the latest successful mission was more than enough of a reason for Tony to throw a good old party.

"I should probably go save him." You laughed as you sipped at your champagne, your gaze settled on Bucky as he looked around the room, it clear on his face that he was bored with the conversation.

Clint waved you off as he went to join Sam and Thor who stood by the food table, probably talking about when Thor would be able to get more of that Asgardian Mead that the guys went on about so much.

Winding your way through the crowd, you slid your hand around Buckys waist as you reached him, grinning up at the man as he smiled down on you.

"Looks like you're having a good night, Doll." Bucky whispered, eyes glittering as you giggled back at him. It was always easy to tell when you had been drinking, the grin never leaving your lips and the relaxed, carefree expression on your face making your skin glow softly. Although, that may have been the lights coming from the disco ball Tony had gotten installed.

"I'm having a great night, Buck! Although I wouldn't be having nearly as good of a time if I was stuck listening to Tony talk shop." You stuck your tongue out at Tony as he rolled his eyes at you before smiling and patting you on the shoulder before saying goodbye to your guys, him and Bruce heading further into the room to mingle.

Buckys hand caressed your shoulder as he slung his arm around you, your hand squeezing gently on his opposite hip. Steve turned to look at the two of you and smiled softly, eyeing the almost empty glass in your hand as you took another swig.

"It's getting pretty late, do you want to head to bed?" Steve asked, stepping closer so that his shoes almost rested against your own.

Bucky's hand on your shoulder clenched slightly, just enough that you felt it. but you doubt he meant you to.

You hummed in response, resting your head against Buckys arm as you looked up at him, "We could watch a movie? I'm not that tired."

Your guys nodded and smiled before you made your way around the room, saying your goodnights, making lunch plans with Nat, Clint and Sam before the three of you headed to Steve and Buckys shared living space.

It certainly made your friendship with the two of them when, a few months ago, the renovation of the room between Steve and Buckys' bedroom had been completed and turned into a communal living room and kitchenette for them. And you as well, since your room was just across the hall. It was easy to walk across to plant yourself on the couch when you didn't want to deal with anything outside of your little friendship bubble.

Before joining them in the living room, you'd run into your room to change into your comfy clothes and out of the flowy blue dress you had chosen for the party. When you walked into the room in a pair of shorts and an oversized tee, Steve and Bucky were already spread out on the couch, arguing about what movie to put on.

Plucking the remote off Steve who barely protested, you positioned yourself between the two men, your legs slung over Buckys thighs as you leaned your back against Steve's solid chest, his hand coming to rest across your stomach as you flicked through the movie options. Settling on a comedy you'd already seen at least a dozen times, you got comfy and fell into a comfortable silence.

It must have only been about thirty minutes into the movie when Bucky gently tapped your leg and gave you a sheepish smile, "Need you to move, Doll. Gotta use the restroom."

Sliding your legs off of the couch, you turned your body, curling into Steve as you realized you may have been a lot more tired than you had thought, several scenes of the movie having passed without you even noticing.

As the bathroom door slid shut you looked up at Steve with hooded eyes, your interest in the movie vanishing as you rested your head on his shoulder and looked up at the super-soldier beside you.

"Tired?" He asked softly, his hand coming up to push a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

Pouting up at him, you nodded, although you made no indication you were planning on moving. His hand ran up and down your back, so soothing that before Bucky had even returned from the bathroom you were sound asleep, cuddled up to one of your best friends.

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When you woke up, you were pleased to find you had managed you avoid a hangover. You pushed yourself closer to the warm body beside you and breathed in the unmistakable scent of Steve.

His arm wound itself around you, pulling you against his chest so that your head rested on his shoulder, your breath fanning across the crook of his neck as you softly sighed against him, your hand resting on his bare chest.

"What time is it?" You asked into the dark room, voice barely above a whisper.

"Too early to get up." His voice was gruff from sleep, or lack thereof, as he pulled the comforter further up, wrapping the two of you in the warm fabric.

Your eyes fluttered closed again as a content hum left your lips. A small shudder danced through Steve's body and you opened your eyes again to look up at him questioningly. Even though the room was almost pitch black, you still could make out his head turning slightly towards you.

"It tickles when you breathe on me like that." The way he said it was a matter of fact, but the hesitation in his voice was something you could easily pick up after all your years of friendship.

Making a show of turning your head away, as if you were going to sleep again, you placed your lips closer to his neck as you whispered, "Like what? I'm not doing anything Stevie."

He let out an annoyed huff as he shivered again, knowing you were going to use this to torture him. Steve wasn't ticklish, something you'd been upset to find out last year, but you could easily annoy him with this, just like him and Bucky annoy you when they tickled you mercilessly at any given opportunity.

"Stop." He warned, his voice commanding but soft as he grabbed you by the hip, hard enough that you wondered if you'd have a bruise there later, but it didn't deter you.

"Aw come on Stevie," You leaned in even closer, your lips ghosting over the skin of his neck as you felt him tense below you, "Shouldn't I get a chance at payback?"

The noise that came from Steve wasn't one you hand expected. It was a mix of a stifled moan and a stuttered curse. You didn't move your mouth, but your gaze darted up to look at him, your eyes acclimated to the lack of light enough to make out his eyes scrunched closed tightly.

"Are you sure it was tickling that caused that shudder, Cap?" You weren't sure why you did it, honestly, you'd like to blame the lack of sleep after the stressful mission, but you gently nipped the skin of his neck between your teeth. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but the effect it had was overwhelming.

Within milliseconds, Steve's eyelids shot open and he grabbed you, flipping you so that you were pinned beneath him, his eyes wide as he stared down at you. There was a beat of silence before you leaned up, wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you.

There had been plenty of times when you had lost control in front of Steve, and it had always slightly bothered you that he was always so in check of his emotions, but after you'd pulled him down to you, there was no doubt in your mind that your best friend and Captain could lose control.

There was no softness to the kiss, Steve's hand was in your hair as the other gripped your hip, your legs wrapped around his waist as he completely ravaged your mouth with hunger you'd never felt before. It was primal and rough and your teeth knocked together as you fought for dominance.

You were both panting, your nails leaving marks down his back as he pressed his body down on you, throwing his head back to groan as his hardened length rubbed against your rapidly heating core. You moaned deep in your throat as his lips latched onto your exposed neck, leaving a red mark as he sucked hard on the soft skin.

Thrusting your hips up to meet his, you ground your clothed clit against him, the two of you making unholy noises until his lips met yours again in another breathtaking, searing kiss as you continued to dry hump each other. Tounges battling against each other, time seemed to go on forever as you stayed that way, shorts riding up with each thrust of his hips, your juices soaking the thin material as you silently thanked god and any other holy being you could think of, that you had decided to forgo underwear and that Steve was clad in only a pair of boxer briefs.

His hand slid up the side of your hip and under your t-shirt, the material bunching up above your breasts as his large hand cupped your bare breast, his finger and thump pinching deliciously on your pebbled nipple.

Within a few minutes, or a lifetime, you weren't sure, you were shaking below him, breaking the kiss as you whined against his lips, "I'm so close, I'm gonna cum, Stevie, please, please, I need to cum."

The speed of his thrusts increased as his eyes met yours for the first time, pupils were blown out as he panted down on you, his voice a command as he groaned out, "Cum for me."

And so, you did. Hard. Harder than you could ever remember coming before. Steve continued to grind himself against you, riding out your orgasm as his lips met your neck again, sucking and biting until he was shuddering against you, this time biting hard enough to break the skin as the sudden action drove you straight into another orgasm, just seconds after the first.

The two of you lay there for a while while you both tried to catch your breath. You could feel the sticky wetness of Steves boxers on your stomach as he held you close and after a few minutes, he flipped you both over so that he was laying on his back and you lay across his chest, your legs tangled in his as you gave a contented sigh.

He shook below you as he laughed softly, reaching down to pull the comforter back over the two of you before he wrapped his arms around you tightly. No words were spoken as the two of you fell back to sleep, but you couldn't help thinking that everything was going to be different now between you and your best friends.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers/reader #steve rogers/you #steve rogers/ reader #steve rogers/ you #steve rogers reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes/you #bucky smut

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flamebearrel · 4 years

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Some Dark Shade of Tired

Fandom: Super Smash Bros

Synopsis: Even in the World of Light, adventurers need their rest. Saving countless souls is never easy, after all. It's especially the case for the rookies, so when Villager finds himself losing sleep to someone's sobs he has no choice but to take action.

Word Count: 2114

Original Post Date: August 26, 2019

Characters: Villager, Ness (Minor/Mentions of Mario, Lucas, Paula, Jeff, Prince Poo, Galeem, Ness’s Family, Isabelle, Toon Link, Rosalina, Luigi, Trainer Red)

Ships: Ness/Villager (Can be taken as platonic or romantic)

Trigger Warnings: None

Other Notes: Ness has a lisp that only really comes out when his emotions go out of whack; I see Villager as a kid (like twelve years old); this is a sequel to Split Number One

Ao3 Link - Sequel to This

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There were panicked, choked-up sobs coming from the cliff edge nearby when Villager woke up. He grunted quietly and shifted, glaring in the relative darkness. “Come on, who is up,” the little mayor hissed to himself. Any attempts of blocking it out proved futile, since the constant rays of light Galeem gave off were shining through the trees and into his eyes and the crying wasn’t stopping anytime soon. So he went to check it out.

Grazing his hand against a tree, Villager stepped over its roots and drew his gaze over the clearing. Once his eyes adjusted, he could just barely make out another fighter. Black hair… a striped shirt… a yellow-brown backpack clutched desperately against his chest… was that-

“I can’t do thith now,” Ness suddenly sputtered, cutting off Villager’s train of thought. “Out of all the timeth, not now, it can’t be now…!”

Yeesh. I… don’t think I’m qualified to help here. Villager backed up a little, pivoting to return to his sleeping bag. Ness wasn’t usually like that. He was supposed to be the confident, easygoing guy. Not… that. Whatever had gotten to him was probably something really private, which was likely something really deep and emotional, which was certainly not the mayor’s line of expertise.

…But he stopped halfway through his next step, because suddenly he remembered.

“You’re as much a part of this team as us, Villager. And we need your help just like you need ours.”

Mario’s words from before were rattling around in the back of his brain. They had never left, really, since even after they had cheered him up it still felt like he was barely helping. It wasn’t as if he was bad at fighting, but the others were just more experienced. Better. Aside from that, and providing everyone with snacks, Villager’s attempts to even out the burden-to-help ratio weren’t working.

So should he do something here? This was his chance to make up for it all, with one of his friends at that, and if he could run errands for the citizens back home then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-

It didn’t matter what he decided anyway, because right then his overthinking was cut off by a burst of light. Whatever flickered behind him came completely out of the blue. The brunette squeaked and hurtled to the ground.

When Villager opened his eyes again, the other boy was staring at him.

The mayor shot to his feet. “Uh. Heeey, Ness.”

“How- how long have you been there?” came the tense response.

“Doesn’t matter.” He’d play it cool. “What’re… what’re you doing crying out here? Really loudly? …In the middle of the night?” Okay, maybe that wasn’t so cool.

“Stop it! I’m not crying.”

“There are tears all over your face.”

Ness turned away. “It’th the PK Flash.”

Raising an eyebrow, Villager pressed, “Since when has that ever affected you?” The PSI user just shrugged. His hands were still fizzing with bits of green. “Come on now,” the kid in the No. 1 shirt continued, “there’s nothing to hide out here! Nobody’s gonna laugh at you, you know, if you’re the one saving the world.”

“…I don’t care if people laugh at me.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I’m a laugh-y guy, right? Heh…” When Ness paused, it left the sounds of sniffles and the distant pummeling of a waterfall. “It’s worse when people get all worried.”

Villager ran over the sentence in his head. “It’s… worse when… Huh. I guess I never really thought about that.”

“Everybody’s got their own problems,” sighed the kid in stripes, “especially right now. You’ve seen it, I’m sure. You see how hard they’re taking everything, and the least you can do is be the big guy. Make sure you don’t worry ‘em even more.”

“Mm. …You know what?”

“I don’t really know a lot of things. Uh, what?”

“Of course we’re going to worry, but- if we get to, then you should too! Our team will only be as strong as the weakest of us, so we all gotta get stronger! And that doesn’t just mean physically. So go ahead and tell me… what’s wrong? I’m no Lucas when it comes to this stuff… but I’ll listen.”

Contemplation on Ness’s end, drawing out the seconds - one K.K. Slider, two K.K. Slider, will-he-ever-choose-K.K. Slider - until finally he set his backpack aside. “Okey,” he breathed. “Oookey.”

His violet eyes were some dark shade of tired when they met Villager’s.

“You see… I’m homesick again.”

The mayor blinked. “Wait wait wait, ‘again’? This is a recurring thing? I never knew you were homesick in the first place-”

“Well, I was! Why do you think I just randomly run off after matches? Whenever it happens, I can’t do anything until I call Mom.”

Leaves were rustling in the wind behind them. Villager gave a sympathetic nod.

“It’s always been like this,” continued the PSI boy. “As soon as I left Onett to find the Melodies I started calling her, and then, when I got back, then it was Paula, Jeff and Poo, a-and- And I know it’s such a tiny thing. I know they’re just a call away; so I don’t make a big deal about it. ‘Cause I’m not gonna weigh everybody down when they’ve got real problems and mine are always just a single call away.”

“…You say always… except…”

Quietly, almost hysterically he snickered to himself. “Yeah, you get it. You get it! Now there’s no one to call, is there? Some angel alien thing lasers everything away and now Mom’s a Spirit, and Tracy and Dad, and nobody answers me anymore! And I need them, Villy! I mith- miss them so much, this ithn’t fun anymore… I want to go home, but I can’t, and I can’t ring up anyone either so the feeling’th not gonna go away! Which meanth I’ll be all weak and utheleth right when you need me, I can’t do thith now, not when you need me, I-I-I-”

A moment of pause as Ness scrubbed at his eyes. Shaking, he tried to take a breath, but when he opened his mouth another thought spilled out instead.

“And I hate thith lithp too! You can’t underthtand anything I’m thaying, all of it jutht-”

What happened next looked to Villager like some kind of distraction, because his friend shot to his feet and was suddenly very interested in doing yo-yo tricks. Walking the dog, rocking the baby, a million other tricks Villy didn’t know the names of but were probably more caretaking terms… until Ness was able to slowly calm down again.

“…Nice tricks,” the mayor offered.

Then, when Ness didn’t answer, Villager took the opportunity to try and figure out what he had just heard. What was he supposed to say? How could he say anything at all? As if some cheesy “they might be dead but they’ll always be alive in your heart” would…

“Hey.” That wasn’t a terrible idea, actually. “Let’s go to Magicant.”

“Wh- What in th- Where’d that come from?”

With an awkward chuckle, Villager replied, “Trust me on this, alright? I know it makes no sense, but I want to show you something.”

Ness just sniffed and shut his eyes.

“So is… that a no, or-”

A pulling in the mayor’s chest cut him off, and then the world was pink and green and soft all around. As he steadied himself, he could see his friend nearby, buttoning up his pajama top. I wish I pocketed my pajamas. Then at least saving the universe would be comfy. Wait, not a good time.

“Here we are, O great mayor.” Taking a step toward the shorter fighter, Ness threw his hands out. “The train has arrived at the station. Now why are we here…?” Villager noted that despite the grand words and sweeping gesture, his friend’s eyes refused to meet anything but the floor.

Trying to figure out how to word his speech, the little mayor glanced to the side. It was there that a scene caught his eye. Just ahead, amidst a swirl of clouds and veggies, there was… a family. A blond woman was eating steak with her daughter. A man and an old dog sat nearby. All of them were smiling. And then the woman turned, and saw the two of them in the distance.

And she beckoned them to join in.

Something twinged in Villager’s chest. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re here because they’re here.”

“You can’t be serious…”

Smile fading fast, the kid in the No. 1 shirt snapped back to his friend. There was practically steam rising from the watery glare he met.

“Eh-? What’s with that look? What did I say?!”

“We just came so you could get me off your back! Villager, this isn’t real, everything here is just in my mind-”

“It’s not like that AT ALL!”

The next thing he knew, Villager had pulled the taller boy down by the shoulders and to his level. Suddenly the world seemed to dim around them.

“Listen up,” the mayor ordered. “This is for a reason, got it? Now pay attention, cause I’m only making my point once.” Ness nodded, startled, giving Villager the chance to take a breath.

“I know this is your mind. No duh! But can’t that mean these guys are made from your memories? The perfectly real memories that you’ve amassed over who knows how long? These are the people you know- they look and act and care like you’ve always seen. If you’re in a place where you’ve literally made memories, where everything is familiar, and where everybody loves you… I’d say, technically, you’ve got a home right where we stand!”

A step back. Crossed arms. Villager nodded in the family’s direction as Ness took a long look, contemplative. That wasn’t enough, was it? He’d still have to…

“…And, besides this place… I get missing them. I understand! I miss my family, my villagers, the shopkeepers… I missed Isabelle until we found her! Even now, Toon and Rosalina! I even… I even missed you-!” Warmth was starting to tinge his cheeks from such openness. He cleared his throat. No stopping now.

“Uh. Uhh, and I’m sure everyone else misses each other too. Mario talks about Luigi all the time, and Lucas is keeping an eye out for Red… What I’m trying to say is, you’re not alone in this. Any of this! Not just in feeling homesick, either. If you feel down? Insecure? Like you’re the biggest burden anyone in the entire World of Light has ever seen?! …I get it. We… we really, really get it. And if everybody gets everybody, then that means right now, we can be your family, too.”

Whatever reaction Villager was expecting, it wasn’t this. Had he been the one hearing it, he’d be saying something, not just… staring. Admittedly the stare wasn’t too surprising; it was more the fact that Ness was smiling, sincerely, for the first time since he’d been saved.

“You really do mean it, huh…”

“Well… yeah.”

Then he was almost sent toppling. The kid in stripes practically tackled him, squeezing him tightly. After flailing a moment, the mayor managed to find some kind of balance. He huffed, “Okay, what’s this for, it isn’t part of my deal-”

“I’d never expect that from you,” Ness whispered. “Thank you.”

“…Blech! You’re so sappy.” In response to the PSI user’s smirk, he merely stuck out his tongue.

“Says the guy with the big old speech. Who, ya know, is hugging me right back~”

And Villager immediately dropped his arms. “Y-YOU HAVE NO PROOF-” It was true, though. Lately lots of hugs had been going around. Just this once, he’d wanted to return one. “F… fine, I guess you’re not totally wrong… But you better not go acting like it’ll happen again.” Shaking his head, he moved to change the subject. “Nevermind that. Why don’t you tell me about them? Your family, I mean? There’s gotta be something interesting about ‘em for you to care so much, right?”

“Heh, lemme see… There was this one time Poo took a prank call… … …”

A few early risers the next morning, checking to make sure no one had been spirited away, immediately noticed they were down two fighters. Their epic search lasted only a few minutes. In the grassy clearing of the cliff edge lay the two, sound asleep.

The others stared a moment at their light-dappled faces before deciding to leave them be. Quiet, content… those expressions… who would want to interfere?

For a single morning in Galeem’s World of Light, despite all the odds, their expressions shone like they were right at home.

#smash bros fanfiction #smash bros #smash ultimate #super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #fanfic #villager #red shirt villager #ness #ness x villager #nessvilly #nessvillager #animal crossing #earthbound #world of light #krispy kreme word machine

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rage-is-babey · 4 years

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Game Night

Pairing: Ragxiety

Warnings: Verbal fight (it can come off as unsymp, but they had a lot of emotions at the time), cursing, breakdowns, sexual jokes (just nicknames and implications), making out, spoilers for the newest episode, I think that’s it but if you see more let me know!

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Virgil and Rage have some unresolved tension between them.

A/N: Alright, so I’ve had this done for awhile now, and if I don’t post it now, I never will. (Not proofread.) Also, Rage’s name is Richard, but that only pops up a few times. And I know that I can’t write romance/kiss scenes, so don’t scream at me about it.

Rage walked downstairs into the commons room. Janus and Virgil sat at opposite ends of the couch, each holding a popcorn bowl to themselves. Even though Virgil was always hanging out the light sides, there’s no way that he would pass up a game of Mario Kart with some past friends. One of the floorboards creaked under Rage’s steps, causing Virgil’s attention to shift.

His expression dropped slightly as his world figuratively crashed in. His shoulders tensed, not daring to look away from Rage. Janus lifted an eyebrow at Rage, but nonetheless, he wanted to help Virgil get comfortable.

“Oh, uh Vee, Rage wasn’t wondering if he could join us this time.” Virgil played with the inner part of his jacket sleeves.

Rage felt his world quietly crashing down at the sight of that. It was as if Virgil was afraid of being around him. No- he was afraid of him.

Rage took in a sharp breath at the thought of that and quickly said, “I’ll understand if you want me to leave.” The words came out so rapidly that Virgil would’ve misheard him if he wasn’t paying so much attention.

“...you… you can stay.”

It took all Rage had to not go sprinting down the stairs and thank Virgil. So instead, he slowly stepped over to the couch where everyone was at. Was Rage hesitant because he didn’t want to scare off Virgil, or was he feeling just anxious himself? Nobody knew the answer to that question.

Remus barreled into the living room, wearing a dark green onesie, “Upset pants decided to join us? Oh fun!” Nobody dared to respond to Remus’ comment. Unironically, anxiety radiated off of Virgil at this point. “Y-yeah, he’s here too.”

“Oh jeez, what’s with all the sexual tension, Hot Mess?”

Virgil let out a small laugh, “That’s the best you could come up with?”

Remus’ eyebrows furrowed together in a fake anger, “Oh Virgey, I doubt you could beat that!”

The world seemed to drift off from Rage, letting the three have their moment.

The sides around him, each showing their enjoyment from the situation differently. Remus, with the loud laughs that he shared with his brother. Janus, with a slight smirk, always in the middle of an eye roll. Then Virgil- Virgil was smiling with a slight blush on his face, easily complimenting the way his hair fell onto his face. Rage wished that he would see Virgil more often.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Remus waved a hand in front of Rage’s face. “Hey, steamy trunks, you with us?” Rage’s face burned from embarrassment.

“Y-yeah, I’m here.” He internally cursed himself for the stutter, but Remus shrugged it off and walked around the couch. Virgil and Janus were both skeptical, but only the latter shrugged it off.

“So, Rage. How have you been recently?” Virgil’s neck burned with familiar anxiety, but he tried his best to ignore it.

“I’ve been alright, how’re the light sides?” As soon as it left his mouth Rage regretted every word. “I- I mean how have you been?”

Virgil wasn’t quite expecting that either. Maybe he expected an argument to start, but Rage apologizing? He didn’t quite expect that from their last interaction.

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“You can’t just fucking leave! You’ve only known those lights for 6 months. That isn’t enough time to pick favorites!” Rage roared, threatening to shake the walls with his voice.

“I- I’ll pro-promise to be back s-soon.” Virgil knew Rage would respond the worst out of everyone.

“I’m not Deceit, but I know you’re lying. I’ve seen how much you care about them.” The tremor in Rage’s voice grew, but with something deeper than anger or jealousy.

“Look if you would just look out for me for once instead of yourself, then maybe I wouldn’t want to leave in the first place!” Virgil’s voice went low at those final words.

Tears threatened to spill over Rage’s cheeks, but he refused to let them fall. Rage thought he was being secretive about it, but Virgil found out.

“Oh-oh god Rich- I d-didn’t mean to-” Virgil’s words came out fast, attempting to undo the damage to Rage’s heart. He stepped closer to pull the side in an embrace when Rage shoved him away.

“Leave.” Virgil looked at him with wide eyes.

“R, pl-please lis-”

“I’m done fucking listening. If you love the lights so much, go to them.” Rage spit out at Virgil. The salt in Rage’s voice burned Virgil’s figurative wounds. Virgil’s shoulders tensed again as he crossed his arms.

“Fine,” was the last thing he said before he sunk out. Rage’s heart had shattered upon the sight. He let go of his tears and let them spill. He pushed Virgil away, he could’ve saved something. He could’ve ended on a better note. Rage’s legs shook as he fell down into Virgil’s spot.

“God, what’s fucking wrong with me,” he found himself whispering to the cold air. He should’ve kept it under control. There’s so many things he should’ve done, but he didn’t move. He sat there, wishing for Virgil. Wishing for him to come back, for something else to be said.

He wished he wasn’t so fucking pathetic.

---

“We’re- well, I’m good, and they are too,” Virgil said, avoiding Rage’s eyes at all costs.

“...Well, now that the family reunion is done, let’s play!” Remus yelled, possibly too loud as Virgil slightly covered his ears. Rage looked at the screen, already lit up with Mario Kart loaded. Janus must’ve set that up before he came down.

Remus grabbed a fourth controller from the bin next to the tv and plugged it in. After it was connected, he passed them out to everyone. When he gave one to Rage, he could’ve sworn that Remus had winked at him. As a blush crept onto his face, Janus selected the start button.

“This time you’re not going to beat me,” Janus proudly claimed, giving a determined look to Virgil.

“Oh, how cute! You think you’re a threat to me,” Virgil responded, slightly sticking his tongue out at Janus.

“It isss on!” Janus hissed out at Virgil.

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After they all played a few rounds, there was an unspoken chaotic energy vibrating in waves off of Remus. Unexpectedly, he grabbed Janus’ controller and ran to the kitchen, the cord trailing behind him. “Remus!” Janus called out as he hastily got off of the couch.

“Give that back!”

After Remus ran out of the room with Janus trailing behind him, Virgil and Rage were left alone.

“God Virgil- I’m sorry”

“Dude, don’t worry I’ve always been horrible at this game”

“No- I’m talking about…” Rage sighed out in annoyance. No matter how many times he imagined apologizing, he could never find the words that fit perfectly into what he was feeling.

“...oh,” was all that Rage heard from the anxious side. A few moments passed between the two, both finding the silence suffocating.

“I’mfuckingsorry!” Rage blurted out, closing his eyes tight, afraid of the reaction from Virgil.

“What?” Virgil asked, still tense at Rage’s outburst.

“I’m- When you said you were going to leave- I was scared, Virgil. So fucking scared. You- you were the only one who understood me. You were the only one I could actually trust and then- And then you fucking told me you didn’t want what we had anymore. That you didn’t want any part of me in your life anymore.” Rage’s eyes were filled with water, the tremors in his body offering no support.

“R, you don’t have to apologize,” Virgil quietly said, not surprised if Rage didn’t even hear him.

“No, Virgil. You don’t understand all the ways I went wrong. I pushed you away. I told you to go. I- I deserved all of it-” Rage’s voice broke at that, his whole body shaking as he tried desperately to think of the right things to say.

He pulled his knees up to his chest, letting his arms fall around, wrapping himself in a familiar embrace. However, what Rage didn’t expect was another pair of arms around him. He looked up trying to blink away the tears to help him see, and he saw purple and black arms holding him.

“N-n-no, I-I don’t d-de-deserv-” His voice broke off into another sob as he let go of himself and clung onto Virgil. Virgil accepted the embrace as he rubbed circles into Rage’s back and put his hand into Rage’s hair.

“Rich, y-you didn’t do anything wrong. I- I was scared too. I am sort of anxiety.” Virgil let out an empty chuckle, hoping it would help the side in his arms.

“And I honest to god was a bit of an ass when I left. I should’ve told you differently,” Virgil’s voice trailed off into a whisper that Rage could barely hear.

“D-don’t you dare tell me about should’ves” Rage commented, a watery laugh leaving him in the process. Virgil let out a half-smile that he knew Rage couldn’t see.

“Okay okay, but seriously, I was acting like a huge jerk to you.”

“C-c’mon we both were assholes.”

“Careful, Ree might hear you,” Virgil said as he played with Rage’s hair. Rage groaned and played the back of Virgil’s hoodie. Moments passed between the two, not daring to say anything to ruin what this fragile moment they shared.

“Vee, are you- are we okay?” Rage hesitantly asked, nuzzling into Virgil’s chest.

“Well, it would depend on what we are” Rage hummed in agreement. Things have always been strange between the two. Their fake fights were borderline flirting, and the emotional moments between the two didn’t answer any questions either side had.

“Well, it would be nice for something more” Rage mumbled, dancing around the topic in hopes Virgil would understand for him.

“Well, it would also be nice if you properly asked me” Virgil half-joked, pulling away from the side to look him in the eye. Rage’s tinted glasses were slightly askew, complimenting his messy hair and wrinkled shirt.

“God, you’ve always been difficult, haven't you” Rage teased, softly punching Virgil in the arm.

“Oh- don’t even speak about being difficult” Virgil responded, as he playfully pushed Rage to the floor.

However what Rage didn’t know is that he was still holding onto Virgil’s shirt, so he tumbled to the ground too. Virgil hovered over Rage, a deep blush slowly coming onto both of the sides. Virgil subconsciously lowered his face to be closer to Rage’s.

“May I?” The question came out as almost a whisper as Virgil’s eyes drifted to Rage’s lips and back up to his eyes. Rage couldn’t wait as he closed the gap between the two. The kiss was soft and tender, neither wanting the kiss to go far, but still wanting it to last. Rage let go of Virgil’s shirt and put it into his hair. Rage’s eyes flickered shut, moving the hair around in his hand, wishing he told Virgil he wanted this sooner. Virgil used the hand that wasn’t holding him up to cup Rage’s face, which Rage happily leaned into as he pulled away.

“Well, I’m back- woah! You two sure are getting it on aren’t ya!” Remus’ voice interrupted the scene, making Virgil clumsily scramble away from Rage. Rage grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at Remus.

Janus entered after Remus, holding the controller in his hand, taking note of the situation. “Vee, Rage, are you guys not okay?”

“We-” Rage looked over at Virgil, who slightly nodded, “-we’re okay”

“Yeah, we’re okay.”

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Becoming unusually clumsy and fumbling simple tasks. Logicality ( I love all of your amazing works)

Too Close for Comfort

Summary: This is for @sugarglider9603‘s Mario AU, cuz I’ve had it on my mind and I love it so much. Patton is kidnapped yet again by Bowceit, King of the Koopas, but the Super Bros Logan and Virgil are there to save the day. So why does Patton still feel so wrong?

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, being tied up/gagged, cartoon violence, cartoon villain Deceit, crying, dealing (poorly, at first) with emotions. Logicality, side Prinxiety. Word Count: 2,226 (This got longer than I meant it to be, oops.)

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“Do you, King Bowceit, take Prince Patton to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Bowceit said with a chuckle.

“And do you, Prince Patton, take King Bowceit to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Patton didn’t answer, but that was probably because he was tied up too tightly to move and had a gag stuffed in his mouth. A hammer bro next to him grabbed his hair, trying to force his head to nod yes.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and the air filled with heat as a fireball soared through the chapel, colliding with the hammer bro and blasting him away. Patton’s knees nearly buckled in relief as Logan stormed into the room with fury in his eyes, Virgil hot on his heels.

Bowceit hissed, and pulled a lever that was next to the altar. The floor beneath Patton’s feet dropped away, and he fell into a dark abyss. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for a hard landing, but before he hit the floor someone reached out and caught hold of the end of the ropes that were wrapped around his arms. He peeked out through one eyelid just in time to see Bowceit Jr. toss him into a cage with a chain hooked over the top. The little snake pulled another lever, and hopped on top of the cage as it rose back up out of the pit and high above the party’s heads.

“Good luck getting to your Precious Prince Patton now!” Bowceit cackled, and from his new vantage point, Patton could see Logan staring up at him desperately. Patton tried to send him an encouraging smile, but he wasn’t sure how much of it translated through the gag. He saw Virgil tug on Logan’s shoulder, and the brother’s must’ve said something to each other that Patton was too far away to hear, because they suddenly sprung into action.

Logan ran forward and threw a pair of fireballs at Bowceit, knocking him off kilter. Virgil dashed after him and jumped, landing squarely on the snake man’s head. Logan then spun around in a roundhouse kick, his foot colliding solidly with Bowceit’s backside. The koopa king went flying into the air, Virgil hanging on for dear life. At the peak of Bowceit’s arc, Virgil pushed off, using the snake’s head as a springboard to enhance his own jump height.

Even with all of that, and with Virgil being the better jumper of the two plumbers, he only barely managed to catch the lip of Patton’s cage with one hand, and for a few tense seconds Patton couldn’t breathe as Virgil scrambled desperately for purchase. But the plumber managed to find his grip, and after a moment Virgil pulled himself up with a grunt, flashing the prince a grin.

“Good afternoon, Your Highness,” he said, reaching through the bars of the cage to pull off Patton’s gag. Patton giggled, then coughed, trying to get the taste of rope out of his mouth.

“Oh boy, Virgil, am I glad to see you. For a minute there I thought–” Patton was cut off by Bowceit Jr. as the child leapt forward, trying to throw Virgil back down to the ground. Patton held his breath as the two tussled for a moment, but Virgil was easily stronger than the little snake, and after a moment a cry of surprise could be heard from below as Bowceit Jr. landed on his father’s head.

Virgil grinned, and pulled a key from his overalls pocket. A moment later, the cage was unlocked and Patton was rubbing feeling back into his newly freed limbs.

Bowceit roared when he saw that his prize was once again escaping his clutches, and he summoned a giant fireball to throw, but Logan grabbed his tail from behind, swinging him around and forcing his attention to remain on the ground for a few moments longer.

“I need to help him,” Virgil said as he took the rope that had a few moments ago been keeping Patton captive and secured it to the bars of the now open cage. “You’re going to have to climb down yourself, alright?”

Patton nodded, taking the end of the rope that Virgil offered him. The plumber gave him a quick, encouraging smile, then he turned and jumped down, landing with a perfect kick to the back of Bowceit’s head just before the lizard managed to push Logan off into a pit of lava that was conveniently located right behind the altar in the wedding chapel.

Patton swallowed, peering down at the scene below him. Virgil was now fighting off the last of the minions who had bothered to stay this long, and Logan was spinning Bowceit around by the tail again. He let go, sending the kidnapper careening into the wall, which shook the whole building. Patton yelped as the cage trembled, catching him off balance. He found himself mirroring Virgil’s position from only a few moments ago, hanging on for dear life to the door of the cage as it swung back and forth.

“Patton!” he heard Logan shout from below, and despite the danger, Patton couldn’t help the butterflies that leapt in his stomach everytime Logan said his name. “Hang on, Patton!” Logan called again, and Patton squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look down.

Get me down, he silently begged. Get me down, get me down, get me down…

“Patton, can you pull yourself up?” Logan urged him.

Patton tried, he honestly did. But when he shifted his grip, he felt himself slipping, and he froze, fear spiking through his heart.

“I–I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t, I–”

“Okay, okay then. It’s okay, honey,” Logan soothed, and Patton managed to peak open an eye to glance down at him. The enemies were gone, Bowceit was out cold in the corner, and Logan’s full attention was up on Patton. “If you can’t pull yourself up, then you’ll have to let go, okay?”

“W-what?” Patton choked out, but Logan held out his arms.

“I’ll catch you sweetheart, I promise. Do you trust me?”

Patton nodded.

“Of course…of course I do, Logan.”

“Then let go, baby.”

Patton squeezed his eyes shut, then let go of the cage. For a terrifying moment, he was falling through the air, then he felt Logan’s arms catch him bridal style, solid and safe and secure. Patton’s arms went around Logan on instinct, and he buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered as Logan pressed a kiss to his hair.

“Let’s go home, m’kay?” Logan murmured. Patton nodded, nestling deeper into Logan’s hold.

The plumbers and the prince left Bowceit’s kingdom, and headed back towards their home. Usually, Patton would listen to Logan tell him stories of his and Virgil’s adventures on their way to rescue him, but the next thing he knew Logan was softly saying his name, and he was waking up to Logan setting him on the front lawn of his castle, back in the Mushroom Kingdom.

“H-huh? When did we–”

“You fell asleep before we’d even reached Dry Dry Desert. You seemed so exhausted, so we didn’t want to wake you.”

Patton nodded blearily, wiping sleep from his eyes. He looked around for a moment, then frowned.

“Where’s Virgil?”

“He stayed in Sarasaland with Roman. Ro worries while he goes off on adventures like this, but you know Virgil. He insisted Roman stay behind when we went to get you.” Logan smiled fondly. “He’ll probably be by tomorrow to check on you, he was very upset when we realized you’d gone missing again.”

Something heavy lodged itself in Patton’s heart at the word again, but he smiled and nodded.

“It will be good to see him after all that, I missed him.” He smiled up at Logan. “I missed you too, Lo-Lo.”

Logan blushed, and Patton laughed. He never tired of seeing his boyfriend get embarrassed; he was the absolute cutest thing Patton had ever seen. He leaned up and kissed him on the lips, giggling at the surprised noise the came before Logan pulled himself together enough to kiss back. Patton pulled away and smiled, expecting to feel himself grow lighter than air, like he did whenever he kissed Logan, but something was still sitting unpleasantly in his gut. He almost frowned, but Logan was smiling down at him and he pushed the unpleasant feeling away.

“How about we go bake a cake?” Patton suggested. Logan agreed, and Patton nodded to himself. Yes, baking. That would get rid of this strange weight he was still feeling right? Baking always calmed him down.

The two of them went to Patton’s kitchen, and on autopilot Patton started pulling out supplies and ingredients. He’d baked in this kitchen so many times, he didn’t even have to think about what he was doing, so it was surprising when he found himself fumbling with his measuring cups.

“Whoops!” he giggled as he dropped his wooden spoon. “Wooden you know, I’m being very clumsy today!”

Logan raised an eyebrow at him, but Patton breezed past, opening his tin of flour and scooping out a few cups. He ended up missing the bowl on his second pass, and flour scattered across his counter.

“Oopsie! If I keep making mistakes like this, this cake will take flours to bake!” He grinned over at Logan, but Logan wasn’t smiling. Patton shook his head and pushed ahead. He tried to crack an egg into a bowl.

“Patton…”

The egg fell to the ground, and Patton stared down at the splattered mess on the floor.

“Ha ha…I just…can’t catch a bake today, c-can I?” he chuckled softly. Patton made to turn away again, but Logan caught his shoulder, and slowly turned him around, forcing them to face each other.

“Patton?” Logan’s voice was like his eyes, soft and gentle and full of concern, and something inside Patton broke.

He choked on a sob, and Logan caught him easily as he pitched forward, clutching his boyfriend’s shirt as he cried. Logan rocked the two of them back and forth, stroking Patton’s hair, rubbing gentle circles on his back. Patton felt more than heard the words of comfort that Logan was murmuring into his hair, and his heart ached with…something, he wasn’t sure what.

Sadness? Love? Guilt? Some strange combination of the three that Patton couldn’t describe, but couldn’t stand? That sounded right. He sobbed again, and he felt Logan press a kiss to his forehead. That only made the feeling worse.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and Logan shook his head, kissing Patton again.

“No, honey, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do though,” Patton insisted, pulling away from Logan’s embrace just enough to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “I…I’ve been kidnapped loads of times, it’s silly that…that this time would make me this upset…”

“It’s a perfectly understandable reaction, Patton. You…” Logan’s hold on him stiffened slightly, and Patton knew that meant Logan was angry. “You should not have to be so accustomed to being placed in danger. It is alright to be upset if Bowceit takes you.” Logan wiped a tear from Patton’s cheek with his thumb, and smiled gently. “Especially today, I know how much you dislike heights. It’s perfectly alright to be shaken– what is it, dear?”

Patton could only shake his head, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

“It…it’s not the heights…” he managed to choke out. “It….” he looked away, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Patton?”

“It’s…it’s silly, forget it…”

“Patton.” Logan caught Patton’s hand, and Patton looked up, meeting Logan’s eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Patton’s breath caught in his throat, and he nodded.

“Of course…of course I do, Logan.”

“Then let go, baby.”

Patton sighed, and looked down.

“I…he just…he got so close that time, Logan.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and Logan frowned, leaning forward.

“What?”

“In…in the chapel. With Bowceit…he got…it was…so close…”

Logan’s eyes widened with understanding, and he pulled Patton close again, letting the prince hide his face in his overalls.

“Oh, Patton honey. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“I…I almost thought…t-that you wouldn’t m-make it in time,” Patton admitted, and he felt Logan’s arms tighten around him.

“Patton, I will always come for you, you know that right?”

Patton nodded immediately, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist.

“I know you will Lo, I never doubted that for a second. But…just…what if you…if you’d been too late?”

Logan paused for a moment, and Patton looked up at him, suddenly feeling very small.

“I…Patton, I want more than anything to promise that I will never ever let that happen,” Logan started. “But…realistically–”

“You can’t,” Patton whispered, laying his head on Logan’s chest. “I know.”

“But even if the absolute worst should happen,” Logan continued, his voice like steel. “I will never stop coming after you, I will never stop fighting for you, and I will never stop loving you. That I can promise, and no matter what happens Patton, I will never break that promise.”

“I know you won’t.” Patton looked up and smiled, a small, but real smile, and Logan smiled back. “I know you won’t, Logan.”

“I love you so much, my prince,” Logan murmured, and Patton giggled.

“And I love you, my hero.”

They leaned towards each other, and this time when their lips met, Patton felt a little lighter.

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A/n: So if you guys haven’t seen @sugarglider9603‘s Mario AU yet, what are you doing with your lives? Check it out, it’s absolutely adorable. Her art is SO good and cute and nice, and there’s headcanon posts, other stories people have written, and all kinds of stuff! It’s got so much fluff, but just enough angst or hurt/comfort for those of us who like to watch our favorite characters suffer before the hugs begin. I’ve been having trouble being creative lately, but I really enjoyed writing for this AU, I think writing for a universe that’s not mine is very freeing creatively? I dunno if that makes sense, but yeah. Either way, this was super fun to write, hope it was fun to read! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in my writing, and I’ll add you to my list!

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Betty's New Look

Previously I talked about Armando's rivalry with Nicolas and how that also motivates him to continue the affair with Betty. I've also talked about how Armando displays signs of s. addiction. I felt it was important to break that down to really understand this post in particular.

By understanding what motivates Armando in his quest to have affairs and understand why the man is so obsessed with the beauty standards of women we can now understand his behavior towards Betty.

I mentioned in that post that I have an OC that is portrayed to have s. addiction and how much research I had to make so I could write it correctly. However I didn't mention or explain as much something vital that I see in Armando as well.

Seggs can many times not only be a form of escapism or control but many times for reasons of self-esteem/worth. If the person believes that the only way they can ever feel wanted or loved is by acts of s. than they will often participate in said behavior to feel that way.

With Armando he doesn't only do it to escape the chains of a pre-planned destiny by his parents and fiancé but because he also doesn't really feel loved and he uses these models as a from for him to feel that way or at least wanted,(I mean the only thing he has that keeps his relationship with Marcela together is their seggsual relationship.) he doesn't only do it to feel like he has control over that part of his life.

I mentioned in another post that women enter Armando through the eyes. He is a very physical man. He is superficial when it comes to the women he sleeps with. He grew up in the fashion world where the standard is tall and thin. The beauty of women can only be found in those types.

What does this have to do with Betty's new look?

Though we've established that Armando is attracted to her personality, he isn't of her physical appearance. Does that make him a bad person? No. Sometimes it happens. Sometimes we find someone's personality so much more attractive than their outer appearance but we still dare to date them. Women are often told "you're too pretty for that man" because of this.

Armando isn't a bad person for that and he accepts to a certain degree that he is attracted to her personality but because he is such a superficial and perfectionist with the body of a woman he denies this. He denies any and all attraction to her for this exact reason.

He finds it so hard to understand why he would still be attracted to Betty and why he likes her kisses when he doesn't look at her as a seggsual object like he does to all the women he has had affairs with and that's because unlike those women Betty isn't a seggsual object and that throws him off.

Lets considered the fact that when he repeated what Bertha told him about Nicolas, that he didn't even think of her with a bad thought(one could assume she meant a perversive thought.) as he tells this new piece of information to Mario he said so surprised and when Mario said that it made sense to not think of her in that way he agreed. In an instant he contradicted himself. In his tone he seemed surprised that a man wouldn't think of Betty so much even with a bad thought but that he understood that no one would? To some degree, to some far end distance, Armando does view Betty as a woman but not enough to actively desire her as one like he has in the past with the models.

(I'll talk more about this when we get to the B-Day episodes 😏)

In the past when Marcela got a new look he commented on it. It was the first thing he mentioned as he said she looked great(Betty was a witness to this). However when he see's Betty's new look he doesn't even comment on it. For one because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings and two because he doesn't want to lie so she keeps looking like that.

I think, in my very personal and humble opinion, that Betty looks fine. What ruins the fit is her hair but it is very 70's office chic. Like lets be honest if they took off the bangs, did a middle part, defined those curls, and didn't apply that much blush and lined her lips, she'd look so cute. Unibrow and braces with the glasses, Betty would slay. She'd look like a cute dorky person.

She IS very gorgeous to me!

I will fight anyone who disagrees with this and I will set up a time and date for it!

Now that we have established Armando's hesitation to accept Betty's physical appearance and why he doesn't want to comment on it lets begin.

In this episode Betty had just arrived to Eco Moda, her friends went to see her new look in her office as if she were the main attraction at the zoo and when leaving her office Armando over heard their commentary on it, once again being witness to the critique of Betty behind her back as none of them wanted to tell her how awful they thought she looked and they were her supposed close friends.

Marcela then enters his office and they talk about how Patty thought Marcela had caused those bruises on Armando, who tells her that the cuartel thinks the same and they start to flirt and then make out.

Just as they start to Betty exits her office.

Armando's reaction is a pissed off one. We see him roll his eyes and clench his teeth while he has his lips tight, even Marcela comments on it.

"My love you don't have to get so upset."

"No it's just embarrassing for all of us." He says and walks behind his desk and sits.

Betty struggles to speak for a second before grounding herself and saying that she just wanted to excuse herself to go to Marcela's office so she could sign the paper work for the loan they were giving Sofia.

Marcela only stared at her for a bit before she couldn't look at her without bursting into laughter right there and then.

Betty doesn't make eye contact with Armando he however stares at her with a concern look on his face, which is very different than his first reaction to Betty being in the room.

Now he watches Marcela sign the paper, he's got a crease between his brows that are furrowed, his eyes are saddened and his mouth slightly parted but still slightly tense.

This is a look of worry.

Betty excuses herself and Armando watches her leave while Marcela starts to laugh(Natalia really nailed the mean girl laugh).

As Marcela starts to make fun of her Armando asks her not to make fun of her and she tells him that whoever did her hair didn't curl it but stuck her into the electricity socket. Armando stares at her as she says these things with his lips pursed while squinting his eyes at her as she laughs.

He disapproves of what she's saying and it angers him that she is HOWEVER in a very classic manor he doesn't tell her any of this. Unlike the previous night that he literally started to hit the guys who were saying these awful things to her, saying that they had to respect her, here he stays silent. He doesn't even yell at her. Instead he turns around and goes to his computer.

I'm not saying that Armando should have hit Marcela lmbo! That would be bad and inexcusable! What I'm saying is that again we're shown the contrast and contradictions of Armando. While with complete strangers he demands for Betty to be respected and treated well he can't to that with Mario or Marcela. Not only because Marcela would get jealous and throw a fit about him telling her to be respectful but because he'd also give her cuerda(rope) to suspect and continue being controlling and with Mario because Mario would make him miserable if he shared even a fraction of his confusion or talked through his feelings about it all because he's tried it in the past but each time Mario makes a joke about it and he just shuts down. He's a coward to face the people in his life that really matter because he doesn't want to face the consequences of liking a woman like Betty.

The girls asked Betty if anything is wrong and she tells them no. Betty expressed her guilt and how she feels terrible whenever she sees Marcela and how she has walked in on them kissing and Armando making it obvious that he was angry that she interrupted them(It also explains his worried expression in the latter of said scene).

I've noticed many people just lump Betty as the insecure girl because of romance and that's really where her depth ends but Betty is a very complex individual here too(and I really want to make a more detailed post about it!).

She navigates a world that overall treats her poorly only because she's "ugly" but inside Eco Moda she navigates a world that actively prays for her downfall and who humiliate her in front of many only for the reward of laughing at her expense be their personal satisfaction. Yes she's dealt with bullying and people excluding her because they think she's ugly all her life but the cruelty that she faces in Eco Moda goes beyond and above.

These people are supposed to all be people of class, people she views as superior to her in all aspects. It isn't just humiliation that she faces for her physical appearance but she faces an over all humiliation for simply being a human existing and even then, even as she feels so terrible of herself, as she hates the way that they humiliate her, she still thinks of them superior to her and their opinion matters to her and because of this, despite their disgusting behavior, Betty still has some respect for them on the professional side. She still respects their authority inside Eco Moda and their vitality to the well being of the company.

Betty is such a sweet person at this stage of the novela that she still respect these people but it's so hurtful to see because she also does this because she thinks she deserves this.

Trauma affects a person in more than one way. Her life experience has been painful, isolated, grim, cruel, and lonely; add the traumatic relationship she had with Miguel to this, Betty doesn't have a self-esteem. She doesn't have a sense of self-worth. Betty, in such a terrible an awful way, believes that she isn't deserving of respect for simply existing, much less of voicing how it makes her feel when they treat her the way they do.

She doesn't understand why her father takes so much care of her. She doesn't understand why anyone would ever be nice to her. She's shy, timid, reserved, afraid. This is exactly why she was so impacted by Armando's behavior towards her. It wasn't just because she has no self-esteem. It's that someone treated her as a human being worthy of respect for simply doing her job and existing.

In the following scene, which is a parallel of a scene I previously talked about(post You Betrayed Me!) Armando's behavior is vastly different.

While in the past when he heard them making these crude jokes at the expense of her[Betty] boyfriend Armando seemed scared, angry, worried, and humiliated to a certain degree but this time his demeanor is different. This time he squints his eyes at Patty. He looks at Marcela with disapproval without hiding it. He visibly looks pissed.

"Did you see her clothes? No one would undress her with that!" Patty and Marcela laugh.

"Who would want to undress her?" Marcela says and they cackle, seriously, they cackle a lot. "I think Beatriz goes to the gyno and he tells her not to get undressed, that he'll examine her over her clothes."

"Obviously! She'd tell him "Doctor could I get undressed?" she mocks Betty's voice. " and the Doctor would tell her "No please, please! Don't do it! I beg of you!" she clasp her hands in front of her, pretending to be the Doctor begging. Armando had passed by her, squinting his eyes and now he's behind Marcela, far away, still hearing their conversation staring at them in disbelief and anger.

"Could you imagine what it must be with the boyfriend?" Patty says while Marcela laughs.

"No! See, she's so ugly that he doesn't kiss her, he hits her." they laugh. Armando stares at Marcela with disdain.

"Again with the jokes against Betty?" Marcela turns to him laughing.

"No. No they're not about Betty. They're about Betty's boyfriend." this time, unlike before, he doesn't change his emotions. He squints his eyes at Marcela once more. "and what he has to face tonight once he sees her." She covers her face laughing.

"Maybe he already saw her." to Marcela this line holds no meaning but to the audience it does and it isn't only for comical effects. Armando is now saying that her[Betty] boyfriend already saw her i.e. him. He is now out loud in his own way confronting the fact that he is her boyfriend to himself, while before he wasn't even able to say it to Betty or himself this time he's confronting himself about it.

Betty walks past Armando and he watches her as she walks towards Marcela and Patty who are still laughing, she bumps into Hugo who laughs at her, and they don't hold back at making it obvious that they are laughing at her and making jokes behind her back.

"Who is that creep?" Hugo voices loudly. Armando turns to glare at him. "Betty's cousin?"

"No Hugito that's the very same Betty but like a new version." Patty says.

"She went with the enemy so they could dress her and style her hair." Marcela says.

"What hairdresser? Because he didn't do highlights, he did lightning bolts." Hugo jokes.

The model and the rest laugh while Armando visibly controls his anger, but doesn't hide it or pretend to be unbothered as he shakes his head at Marcela and Patty and marches away from them.

Compare this to his previous reaction, while Marcela knew that Armando didn't like that she was making fun of Betty the other time he didn't actually voice his disapproval, he even laughed at one of the jokes that Patty made until he heard Marcela call him[Nic] a Multi-Millionaire. This time he finds no humor, he doesn't even feel offended that their making fun of Betty's boyfriend or hurt, he feels furious that they are.

However in the following scene all of that good behavior is squashed like a bug. He sits with Calderon talking bad about Betty's new look.

While Calderon tries to make him be a good boyfriend Armando scoffs and questions "praise her new look?"

"You haven't praised her new look?" Calderon whispers alarmed. "What are you? A beast? An animal? An ignorant!" he hisses. "Look there's nothing worse, nothing that humiliates a woman more, that tramples her ego, that ends her love for a man than you not praising her new look."

"What? Do I give her four hallelujahs for the hairdo? What?"

"No but Betty isn't the only woman that goes through that, my god. Almost all women are a disaster when they change their look but you still praise her new look! It's that simple." Armando sighs. "Look when a woman changes her look she changes it for A: her husband. B: the lover. In this case we have one true god." Armando purses his lips and rolls his eyes. "So then my dear god, praise the new look."

"She won't believe me. She won't believe me. The entire world has made fun of her for it. She'll think I feel pity for her, consoling her, or or worse that I'm making fun of her like the rest.

"Then the time for you to demonstrate to her that you're really serious[about this], that your love goes beyond the physical(goes on to list all of her physical flaws)" Armando looks pained to be the poor fool to have to "Accept" this. "well the list is long but if I were you I'd make love to her just as she is." Armando slowly, repeatedly blinking, turns to look at Mario. "well it's the only way for you to show her that you love her, that you desire her."

"Be very careful, Calderon, because with the simple fact that I already kiss her, with that fact alone, I'm paying in life what I should be paying in death." He whispers. "And besides I'mma tell something for me... to do that to her, never. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps." He stands up.

"Well you better start to prepare yourself. Where do you have Adrianita's picture?"

Yes I've talked about how women enter Armando through the eyes but that doesn't justify his behavior, it merely explains it. The objectification he has on women as seggsual beings clouds his judgement and blinds him to see past that. While he doesn't like that people make fun of Betty, he does worse. He doesn't make fun of her, he verbally humiliates her by the mere fact that he compares kissing her to a punishment, that he finds her affection to be a torment only for the fact that she's "ugly".

Armando continuedly flip flops from caring about Betty and her best interest to only caring about his. We're barely starting to see him take notice of Betty's interest but he still focuses mostly on what he wants and what he feels comfortable with. He doesn't once wonder if Betty does.

He finds her kisses a punishment because she isn't pretty. He finds her affection a torment because she isn't pretty. If she had the body and face of AA and the personality of Betty mans would proclaim it to the four winds and the seven seas. He would dump Marcela on the spot for her.

People are allowed to have types, we all have them. When do we draw the line between types and actively dehumanizing a certain group of people? When it no longer is based on preference but hatred and fear of said group.

Armando to this point hates that Betty isn't society's beauty standard. He hates that she isn't his idea of woman perfection but he lives tormented by the fact that he still cares about her. That he doesn't like it when people treat her poorly or make fun of her. That he hates it when they dehumanize her, (except he's a hypocrite because he does the exact same thing and he allows his best friend to do that exact thing.) and that he secretly enjoys her kisses and her affection. He hates all of this which is what truthfully makes him a miserable piece of ish.

These episode however are meant to help Armando accept Betty's physical appearance to a certain degree(lol I'm saying that a lot). He is forced to accept that he can't control the way a woman looks and that he can't change it either(I'll talk about this in the next post) Here he is faced with Betty's new look and he's forced to think about her feelings first than his own. He's confronted within himself that he is Betty's boyfriend. He is forced to find a way to tell her that her new look isn't it without tearing her confidence to shreds.

In other words Armando is forced to accept that Betty isn't a seggsual object but just because of that it doesn't mean she should get treated horribly. That the respect she deserves isn't only because of how good she is at her job but because she's a human, a person with feelings and with struggles of her own and that he doesn't like it that people don't see that.

But it foreshadows as well that he also has to accept Betty's physical appearance as it is and be okay with the attraction he has towards her, or at least prepare himself to accept that attraction.

Now as Armando and Calderon talk about how hot AA is Betty interrupts and leaves the office but overhears Armando call AA a mamasita and say that if she ever showed up that he'd throw everything away and marry her on the spot.

She seems annoyed by that as she shakes her head and walks away from the double doors.

Obviously our girl is hurt because not once has Armando mentioned her new look, not once has he made the effort to say anything about her physical appearance but there he is talking about how he'd end all his relationships without care of consequence if AA showed up and he'd marry her for the simple fact that she's hot.

Men really only have the audacity!

Here Betty is trying to escape her comfort zone(though she didn't get far from it) for the sake of Armando's ego. She's willing to face humiliation and ridicule if Armando likes her new look, even if she feels uncomfortable and knows how people are insulting her behind her back, and he hasn't said a single thing, instead he comments about how hot AA is.

I do want to note that Armando is behaving more like a boyfriend now. While in the past whenever the subject of his crushes or infatuation on Models was brought up he didn't reserve himself to express how hot they were or how he wanted to look presentable for them except now he pretends to show no interest in them when she's in the room. Better yet he pretends to be offended that(when the two models went to ask for their paycheck and tickled him) they'd flirt with him or try to play with him. Except this time he pretends like he isn't even aware of how hot she is and only is interested in her in a professional matter but as soon as she leaves the office she over hears how he truthfully feels.

She knows him well and because of this it does hurt her.

#armando mendoza #don armando #armando ysblf #analysis of ysblf #beatriz pinzon solano #beatriz pinzón solano #betty pinzón solano #betty #betty ysblf #betty la fea #yo soy betty la fea #marcela ysblf #marcela valencia #mario calderon #morch #hugo

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 5 years

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Pew Pew-- Joe Mazzello x Reader

Prompt; “Take me laser tagging then push me in a corner and kiss me. Then shoot me and walk away.”

Warnings; none!

Word Count; 1.3k

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At some point or another, most children dream about being a famous actor. You were one of those kids. You stuck to those dreams until you hit middle school and was given an opportunity to participate in a play. During rehearsals, you were completely fine. You performed your little heart out. It wasn't until opening night that things started to go downhill. You were a bundle of nerves. Everyone assured you that you would be alright. They said you did great in rehearsals so you would be okay during the actual performance. You took a deep breath and marched on stage when you heard your cue. You took one glance at the crowd and froze. All the lines you had learned disappeared. Your brain pressed the self-destruct button, and you vomited on stage. Needless to say, you learned that acting just wasn't for you. Instead, you turned your focus to the ones behind the scenes. You decided that you wanted to be a director.

You had long since graduated from college and had directed a few indie films, but you wanted to move up in the world. You wanted to get more experience working in the big leagues. The moment you heard through the grapevine that the creators of the upcoming movie Bohemian Rhapsody were looking for PA's, you leaped at the opportunity. It would be a dream come true for two reasons. 1. It would provide an awesome working experience, and 2. You grew up listening to Queen, and it was still one of your favorite bands. You were absolutely ecstatic to discover you got the job.

Sure, it was annoying when people would see themselves as superior and bark orders at you all day, but you could easily overlook that. The best part of the job was getting to know the cast. They were all so incredibly humble and just all around amazing people. During your time on set, you found yourself falling for none other than the living meme, Joe Mazzello. You could easily recall the moment you started crushing on him. It was one of the first few days of shooting the Live Aid scene. Joe had gotten himself a perm and was wearing a jacket that practically swallowed him. He danced alongside Liam Lunniss and Gwilym Lee to none other than the classic song, "Boss Ass Bitch." Your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. They had the whole damn routine memorized.

You found yourself making excuses to talk to him. The most common one was telling the cast that you were going on a coffee run and wanted to know if they would like anything. You thought you were being subtle, but apparently, you were far from it. Ben, Gwil, and Rami could see it. Hell, even Brian and Roger could see it. Everyone knew. Most people just thought, "Oh, that poor PA. They're crushing on an actor. Too bad it won't work out." What they didn't realize, however, was that Joe liked you too. The boys gave him endless torment about taking so long to ask you out.

He ended up printing out a Life Alert meme that said, "I've fallen for you and can't get up" with his contact information scribbled on the back. Joe gave it to Ben to deliver it to you. When Ben handed you the paper, all you could do was laugh. Of course, Joe would ask you out via meme. That evening, the two of you went to a karaoke bar. After Joe had a couple of drinks, he felt confident in his singing skills and stepped up to the mic. Out of all the possible songs he could have chosen, Joe selected Purple Rain by Prince. He was a good singer, or at least that's what you gathered from the few lines he actually sang. Most of the time, he was just screaming the lyrics. If his goal was to make you laugh, then the mission was a success. Your sides were aching by the time he sat back down.

After that, he took you on multiple dates. Whether it was going out to dinner, walking through a museum, or even just playing Mario Kart, you always enjoyed the time spent with him. You'll never be able to forget the first time he kissed you.

He decided to take you out on a top-secret date. No one knew what it was-- not even Ben. Joe refused to give any details but would constantly giggle like a kid who got away with stealing from the cookie jar. He even went as far as to blindfold you so you wouldn't be able to see where he was taking you. Joe ushered you into a building and your senses were immediately bombarded. The strong scent of cleaning supplies made you wrinkle your nose, and cartoonish gun sounds blared over nearby speakers. The sound was only rivaled by kids laughing. You gasped, thinking you had finally put the puzzle together. "Are we at an arcade?"

"No, but you're pretty close," Joe hummed. He gently removed the blindfold, and you blinked a few times to adjust your eyes to your new surroundings. A bright smile graced your features. "Surprise!" Joe held up his jazz-hands. You laughed with delight.

"I love laser tag! You'll have to go easy on me. It's been years since I've played, so I'm probably pretty rusty." Joe snorted, and an employee led you along with a group of others into a back room. You were all assigned gear and given instructions on how to play safely.

"Don't worry, m'lady. I'll protect you," Joe vowed.

"Oh, my knight in shining armor." You placed the back of your hand against your forehead, fluttering your eyelashes. The two of you held the act for about ten seconds before dissolving into laughter.

The employee tapped a few buttons on a nearby computer, and the circular light in the middle of everyone's vest began to glow with the corresponding colors of their teams. Yours lit up blue, while Joe's lit up red. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, realization settling in. You would be competing against each other... as if Mario Kart wasn't stressful enough. "Oh, how the tables have turned." The employee pulled back a curtain, and everyone filed inside the dark room. The teams were separated into different corners of the room. An automated voice came over the speakers and began the countdown. Joe stuck his tongue out at you, and you retaliated by giving him the middle finger.

Then the battle began. Everyone was hiding behind obstacles and firing at whatever moved within their vicinity. You, on the other hand, barrelled headfirst into enemy territory. You had one target-- Joe Mazzello. He was going down, whether he liked it or not. The two of you laughed, trying to dodge the other's attacks. You crouched, creeping around an obstacle. As soon as your eyes landed on Joe, you fired at him. The sensor on his chest vibrated, and you cheered at the sudden victory. While your guard was down, Joe grabbed your wrists, pulling you close to him. "That wasn't very nice."

"You're just bitter than I'm beating you."

"Is that so?" You hummed in response, never breaking eye contact. Without warning, Joe pressed his lips against yours. Your body tensed for a moment before relaxing into his touch. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. That's when it happened. The ultimate betrayal. He pressed his gun to your chest and pulled the trigger in a rapid-fire procession. Your vest's sensor vibrated violently as you gasped. The lights overhead flickered to life, indicating that the round was over.

"That was a cheap shot, Mazzello!"

"All's fair in love and war, sweetheart," he said with a wink.

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alt-ernativewonderland · 5 years

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Make You Smile

Harrison Osterfield x Reader One Shot

Warnings: Swearing + An abundance of Fluff and Banter + Secondhand embarrassment perhaps? Probably some very shitty writing?

It was a lazy fall Sunday afternoon, soon to be evening and because it had looked rather dreary outside this morning (not very unusual for London, of course) you and your housemate Tom had decided to stay in and play Mario Kart all morning in your Pj's feasting on Jaffa cakes and day old pizza.

However by the time noon had just about rolled around your partner in crime (or Mario Kart more accurately speaking) had received an urgent call from his agent requesting his presence immediately for a last minute rescheduled call back for a new film he had been in the process or auditioning for.

Tom felt a little bad leaving you during your Mario marathon so around 15 minutes after he had left, a knock at the door and a familiar hoodie clad face had popped in moments later, seating himself down next to you, taking up a controller for himself.

Tom's best friend. The gorgeous Harrison. Who you may or may not be a little helplessly in love with. Those damned eyes. Could you be blamed? Tom of course suspected something straight off and had been trying to get you to admit it ever since, giving you shit about it every. Single. Day.

"Alright? Tom called, told me you might need a friend he'd said, making himself comfortable and switching Tom's Mario Character for his choice Luigi instead.

This is how it had started out. Now? Now it was all out war.

"You better watch out princess look who's catching up" Harrison taunts.

"Good come a little closer so you can taste this banana i'm about to throw at your stupid green hat"

You fire back aiming the fruit behind you. It hits him dead on sending his cart spinning off the to side of the track, he yells out an obscenity in protest.

"You're in first now but don't get too comfortable you're about to get wrecked with blue shells just wait." He laughs managing to speed back into third place rather quickly.

"Meh me meung meh meh" You mimic back under your breath.

Suddenly the grin etched on your face is wiped clean when your screen goes black from the predicted blue shell.

"NoOoOo you fuck- stupid- fucking- shhhghaarrghh!!!!!!"

"Language, darling Peach that's not very royal of you" He chuckles.

"Shut it you, I can still win this, if you stop trying to distract me with your stupid retorts"

"If you can't bant and play at the same time what even is the point? Also careful what you say there peachy look who's in first" Harrison says grinning while poking a finger at your side.

"Well then who has to watch out for blue shells now huh!" You think up (a little weakly) tingling from the ticklish contact.

You didn't have any blue shells or any sort of random items actually so you decided to play a little dirty instead, palming his face and shoving him off to the side effectively tipping him over, off the lounge and onto the carpeted floor.

"Oi that's cheating you can't do that!"

"All's fair in Mario kart and war my friend" You say as you race toward the finish line, crossing it seconds later.

Immediately you leap from the couch jumping up and down like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"YEEESSS I am the queen of Mario Kart in your FACE Osterfield!" You cackle delightedly down at his hunched over form as he still sits upon the floor, dejected puppy dog expression and all.

Your cheeks are a little warm from all the excitement. And perhaps his adorably put out expression.

"You're princess Peach not queen Peach and whatever you cheated AND anyway we were playing on 150cc that's too fast it wasn't a fair game!"

"Oooooh that's right blame the speed and my genius tactics for your epic 5th loss in a row! Or is it 6th now? I've honestly lost count" You tease him, still giggling a little, sitting back down on the lounge for the next round.

"I'll show you a genius tactic!"

Suddenly he launches himself towards you from the floor, sprawling himself on your lap and tickling mercilessly at your sides.

"Stop! Stop! Please - oh my god Harrison, Harrison please stop I can't - stop - I cant breathe!" You scream at the top of your lungs gasping, laughing uncontrollably at his preferred method of payback.

"This - is what you get - when you play dirty and cheat - to - win!" He says a little out of breath from the effort of holding you down and dodging your pathetic attempts of attack and defence.

"Okay okay okay I'm sorry, I'm sorry please just please okay-"

"Have you had enough yet?"

"YES Harrison PLEASE stop it oh my god" You beg, giggling uncontrollably still.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you love"

You could just hear the smirk in his voice, your sight of him effectively lost from the tears of laughter streaming down your face"

"I'M SORRY for shoving you okay truce truce, I surrender! I'm going to die, seriously!"

He laughs a little through tears of his own as he replies "I don't think it's actually possible to die from being tickled but I think you've learned your lesson."

He let's up on the tickling as you clutch your sides protectively, trying to get your breath back.

Although after peaking your eyes open a little, any chance of this is immediately tossed out of the window as you take in his disheveled appearance.

He was wearing that classic angel faced smile that instantly turned into a devilish grin when his starry eyes met your tear filled ones. His sandy blonde curls were sticking up in all directions and his cheeks were flushed from all the exertion. He was absolutely stunning.

Suddenly you both became very aware of the position you were in. He was still sitting firmly in your lap, hands resting gently on the skin of your exposed stomach where your shirt had ridden up a little in all the commotion.

Harrison bit his lip a little as he took you in. You desperately wondered what he could be thinking as your breath hitched a little at the quick flash of his tongue darting over soft pink lips.

The sound of shoes shuffling at the doormat shattered the tense atmosphere, the squeak of the old front door swinging open had you both scrambling to opposite sides of the lounge seconds after. Tom came rushing in to the room.

"Y/n, Y/N! You would not believe - my agent Karen, and-" He stopped as he took in the scene in front of him

"What's...going on here? Harrison I thought you'd have left by now by now mate you do realise it's almost six, yeah?" Tom grinned at the two of you, shooting a knowing look your way.

"We were - we were just playing Mario Kart...still" He cleared his throat a little, reaching for a discarded controller and clutching it upside down in his haste.

"Right-o then if you say so." Tom scoffed, taking the spot on the lounge between Harrison and yourself and winking at your eye roll of a response.

"Are you sure H because you look a little winded there and your face is-" Tom started up again.

"What were you saying about your agent Karen? Thomas?" You piped up, noticing Harrison's embarrassment and glaring at the doe eyed boy beside you.

"Oh yeah! She managed to convince the casting agents to give me a second shot at callbacks because I missed mine from that nasty flu Harrison gave me and the director was so impressed with my 3rd audition that he invited us all out to lunch to get to know ME better because he really wants me to be chosen for the part! He thinks I was born to play Spider man can you believe?"

"No way man! That's incredible!" Harrison exclaimed high fiving his best friend and giving him a few congratulatory pats on the arm.

"I'm so proud of you Tom, honestly, you've worked so hard and you truly deserve this so much! You've been dreaming about this role since we were kids" Your face lights up and you offer a genuinely proud smile toward your best friend of 10 years reaching for a warm hug.

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it. He mumbles back a little sheepishly into the crook of your neck.

"Well then, I guess this calls for a bit a celebration right? What's say I make some of my world class pasta for dinner tonight?" Harrison stands from the lounge, stretching languidly and heading towards the doorway to put his shoes on.

"Anybody need anything from the shops?"

"I'm good thanks" You reply back, rising from the lounge yourself to stretch.

You don't notice Harrison pausing in tying his shoelaces as you do so, fixated on your movements. Tom raising his eyebrows at him suggestively, then rolling them soon afterwards when his friend is brought out of his daze by his voice.

"Grab me a cornetto would you mate?" He grins, eyes twinkling at his friends dopey expression, reaching for his wallet.

"Nah mate don't even think about it, dinner and desserts on me; So parsley and basil for the pasta, cornetto for Tom aaaand Oreos for Y/n,"

He flips his hoodie up as he prepares to head out into the evening fall breeze.

"Hey I never said I wanted Oreos!" You call out to him, confused.

"Well yeah but I know you want them and even if you say you don't you'll change your mind, like always." He grins knowingly at your squinted eyes and crossed arms.

He heads out and its quiet for a moment, Mario Kart music still playing distantly on the TV.

"So" Tom's accusatory tone follows.

"What." You reply absently still facing the front door.

"What happened while I was out charming my future production team?" He picks up Harrison's discarded controller and flicks the character back over to Mario.

"Erm. Nothing. What? Nothing we were literally playing Mario Kart until you got back that's it." You respond hastily, plonking yourself back down on the lounge, grabbing the other controller and starting a new game.

"Are you sure about that? Because it kind of seemed like I walked in on something a little more than that." He smirked, instantly making it into first place with ease.

"I really have no clue what you could possibly mean." You bite your lip thinking back to just a few moments ago when Harrison had had you practically pinned beneath him, his face flushed and breathless.

"Oh come off it you've been completely infatuated with him for like 6 years now don't even TRY to deny it Y/n." He chuckles shoving playfully at your shoulder trying to distract you from the game but the conversation in itself was distracting enough.

"You know I can here sounds coming from that frog mouth of yours Holland, but all they're saying is 'I'm gonna lose spectacularly'" You shove back, deflecting the attention back to the game at hand, aiming a red shell his way.

He swerves just in time and dodges it

"Damn your expert reflexes" You mumble, not 100 percent paying attention to the game in the first place anyway.

Too preoccupied by memories wayward curls over starry blue eyes and soft smiles.

"I prefer Spidey senses"

"Calm down you dork you haven't got the part quite yet"

"Just you wait when I do and I start getting more and more followers on Instagram I'm going to post it all over my story for my 1 million followers to see; 'Y/N LOVES HARRSION OSTERF-'" Suddenly he has a face full of pillow as you prepare to throw another.

"Shut UP Thomas! Oh my god like you would even GET a million followers in the first place you fucking div" You don't even throw the next pillow at him this time, electing to just pummel him with it for a while until you hear a muffled "Okay okay I'll stop I'll stop I'm sorry don't kill me" As he continues laughing, running his fingers through his frazzled hair the game effectively forgotten.

You sigh as you give up your pillow attack, placing the pillow behind you and resting your head against it with a deep defeated sigh.

You sit in comfortable silence for a moment, both listening to the ever playing Mario Kart theme and taking note of the sudden rainfall that must have just started to during your miniature conflict.

"Okay but I'd just like to reminisce something to you for a moment here." Tom speaks up after the pause in commotion. "Remember when we were kids, and I brought H to your birthday party so you could meet him and I got you that new Sims 2 Pets game?"

"Yeah...?" Suspicious eyes peered over at the boy, wondering where on earth he was going with this.

"Not two weeks after that you'd already made sim versions of the two of you and were planning the wedding, which from the screenshots I vacantly remember browsing through looked to be a beautiful ceremony I might add." He snickered, already scooting away from you and grabbing a nearby pillow off the loveseat, bracing for another attack.

"I'm going to murder you in your sleep tonight, and might III add that I was like eleven when that happened! And I made you too!" You threw the pillow you'd been resting your head on in his direction regardless of his makeshift pillow shield, groaning at the memory and covering your now very warm cheeks.

"I WAS THE DOG YOU GUYS ADOPTED AFTER YOU'D MOVED IN TOGETHER!" His exasperated tone turning into gasps of laughter when he saw your grin peaking out from behind embarrassed hands.

"At least you were a golden retriever puppy! That's a super cute dog! I could have made you as a hairless cat with huge disfigured eyes or something equally strange and disturbing."

"Something equally strange and disturbing is the title of yours and Osterfield's Sims 2 honeymoon sex tape." He clapped back, already on his feet and sprinting off towards the kitchen.

"I hate you!" You called out to him getting to your feet and following the object of said hatred to make yourself some tea.

"You only hate the fact that I right." He taunted back sticking his tongue out at your less than impressed expression at his childish antics.

"Alright fine maybe I did have a sort of small crush or something when we were younger but it's in the past!" You give in finally, absently fiddling with the tab of the tea bag in your Pusheen cat mug. "Besides he never liked me back anyway." You mumbled the last sentence a little under your breath, concentrating on making the baggy bob up and down repeatedly in the steaming water.

"That's not true!" Tom blurted out, smacking a hand over his lips a moment later silently cursing his big mouth.

This was a secret Harrison swore him never to tell, he'd even pinkie promised.

Even if it was a secret from six years ago.

He couldn't help it though, after all this time you finally had said it clear as day, right in front of him!

"What do you mean it's not true? Thomas what aren't you telling me?"

You look up at his sudden admission, squinting your eyes to gauge his current demeanour as your heart rate inexplicably picked up. You watch as he shuffles nervously scratching at the back of his neck, not looking at you and busying himself with his own mug of tea.

"I mean, I'm just saying there was that one time you got really sick during the summer holidays before high school started and he brought Monty around to cheer you up."

"Oh I remember that! He said puppies could help cure anything so he stayed as long as he could to make sure I'd get the full effect even though I couldn't leave my bed." You smiled fondly at the memory, and how Harrison had also brought over your favourite chocolate chip cookies to double the efforts in making you feel better.

"Also when you lost your ring that day we played football in the park and he REFUSED to leave until it was found even after the sun had set and he only had his shitty phone screen light."

You shifted the heart shaped signet ring on your finger, remembering when Harrison's meticulous search had paid off almost 2 hours after you had initially lost the gold band and how Tom had made some cheesy remark when Harrison slipped it back onto your finger.

You were so delighted he'd found it that in your overwhelming excitement you'd thrown your arms around his neck in a tight hug and placed a kiss on his cheek, both of your faces tinted pink the whole walk home afterwards.

"Thanks by the way he would not shut up about that damned kiss for two months afterwards!" He chuckled, noticing your faint blush reappearing at the memory.

There was a pause as you collected your thoughts, sipping your tea silently while processing the memories and trying to connect any dots you may have missed from the past that may or may not be JUST In history, but perhaps also in the present.

"You know he only pretends to be bad at Mario Kart so he can watch you get all giddy and excited at beating him." Tom adds after a while, biting his lip after perhaps spilling a little too much information.

It was one thing to let slip that Harrison liked you years ago but it was another to hint at the fact that he possibly still did, and didn't want you to know about it.

"Okay that’s not true I'm great at Mario Kart!" You roll your eyes scoffing at his accusation.

"You suck at Mario Kart, why do you think I always beat you? And where do you think I learned all my skills from hm?" He raised his eyebrows at you, smirking at your slightly bewildered expression at all these new developments.

You didn't get a chance to rebut his claim because just as you opened your mouth footsteps came in quick succession up the front steps and the door swung open to reveal a very heavily rain soaked Harrison, shaking out his dripping wet curls in dog like fashion after slipping of his hood.

"Man it's raining cats and dogs out there!" He chimed in a faux American accent, slipping off his shoes and setting the groceries down on the kitchen counter.

"Just my luck, started up right as I stepped out of the shop." He continued when neither of you said anything at his return glancing between the two of you still standing a little ways from each other in the kitchen, your cheeks still tinged pink.

He pulled the uncomfortable hoodie from over his head, the t-shirt underneath sticking to it also and being pulled off with it letting out a sigh as he balled up the wet garments in his hand, still not entirely sure about the strange atmosphere he'd entered into.

"Have I missed something?" He questioned with a raised brow when STILL neither of you said anything and all you could do was fixate on the little droplets of water dripping periodically from Harrison's curls, making their way through the crevices of his glorious torso.

Tom snickered at your lingering gaze shaking his head as he finished off the last of his tea.

Harrison set his wet clothes down on the dining table and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes still shifting between the two of you curiously.

"Do you let me win at Mario kart?!" You blurted out when the silence started getting a little too thick.

"Really? That's the thing you choose to address first?" Tom laughed, rinsing his panda mug and shuffling past the two daft idiots standing in the kitchen staring at each other.

"What are you on about?" Harrison's perplexed tone answered back, glancing back at Tom's retreating form.

"Listen mate, this day has been a long time coming and you KNOW I suck at keeping secrets but might I just say I think I did a pretty good job considering I didn't breathe a word for six bloody years!"

Tom grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard and darted into the bathroom, head re-emerging a moment later from behind the door frame with a: "You'll thank me later for my big mouth!"

The water from the shower started up a moment after Tom closed the door and suddenly it was just you and a very shirtless Harrison left standing a little awkwardly together in the small kitchen area.

It felt even smaller when we was stood there looking like THAT.

Harrison's eyes met yours for a beat but you looked away, concentrating once more on the wayward water droplets traversing his skin, unable to look him in the eye.

"What's going on?" He murmured softly, trying to decide whether he should move towards you or keep his place in the door-frame.

"Tom, erm - Tom said, that you let me win at Mario Kart all the time and that you suck on purpose." You replied in a small voice, finally peering up at him through your lashes.

"I - I mean...maybe a little bit, sometimes?" He stuttered out, running a hand through the loose curls fallen on his forehead and biting his lip a little, bashful.

He was making it really difficult for you not to just kiss him right then and there.

"What else were you discussing before I interrupted? What did he mean by 'This has been a long time coming'?"

"Did you want some tea? You look awfully cold you should probably change into some dryer clothes." You grabbed Harrison's Avengers mug from the top cupboard and made your way back over to the kettle trying in vain to distract the confused object of your affections.

"No no no no no come on Y/n don't try to change the subject." He moved towards you, switching the kettle back off before it could make too much noise, taking a seat on the counter to face you, waiting patiently.

"Would you at least put a shirt on you're making ME cold just looking at you." You hug your arms around your middle, feeling self conscious and picking at stray pills of your jumper.

"Why am I distracting you?" He chuckled, throwing a cheeky wink your way and sitting up straight, tensing his muscles.

He was just joking but he couldn't help notice the slight tinge of colour gracing your cheek and the way your teeth gnawed unforgiving on your bottom lip.

This isn't fair. He should be the one feeling self conscious or a little nervous being half dressed and what not in front of you like this.

"Tom thinks - he told me that you used to like me." You let out, finally setting your eyes to his and not looking away. There. That should make him squirm a little, hopefully.

Harrison's face flushed as he was the one to avert his eyes this time, the back of his neck suddenly feeling very warm despite the cool raindrops still gracing his skin.

"You never said anything." You continued, carefully observing his now shifting form.

"Yeah well I - erm, I just always thought you might have seen me as a sort of brother you know, you - being friends with Tom first and all I didn't want to get in the way or make anything awkward."

"A brother?! God no Harrison I never ever thought of you that way Tom's always been like a big brother to me but y-you were the -"

"- The what?" He looked up hopefully, the crease in his brow still evident.

"The...’Cute best friend’?" You finished in a small voice, turning away to rinse your mug and making a beeline for the doorway, heading to the living room to tidy up all the stray pillows off the floor.

Harrison's face lit up into a huge shit eating grin heart beating wildly as he hopped off the counter, heading over to where you were very obviously pretending he wasn't an arms length away from you.

"Am I still?" He teased, taking a pillow from your hand and holding it up high out if your reach.

"Hm?" You offer in lieu of a response, playing dumb and reaching for the pillow but stumbling a little on your tip toes.

You swallow audibly after your hand pressed into his chest accidentally as he looks down at you catching your lower back to steady you.

"Am I still the ‘cute best friend’?" He whispers, grinning down at your shy form and tilting your chin up to look you in the eye.

"Cute...and....impossibly annoying." You finish, making a grab for the pillow after his hand had fallen a little in his distraction.

Suddenly you walloped him in the face with it laughing at his gobsmacked expression, trying to distract your thumping heart and nerves.

Harrison wasn't having it though so he grabbed the wet ball of clothes off the dining table from earlier and slowly crept towards you as you waited for the inevitable

"Don't you dare!" You pointed a finger at him menacingly with nowhere to escape to.

He captured you in a tight hug wrapping the wet hoodie around your frame and laughing gleefully at your yelps and small slaps of protest.

Resistance was futile though so you gave up with a sigh and rested your head against his chest listening to his heart rate pick up a little bit before he said his next words.

"You were the cute best friend for me too." He admitted, glancing down to your lips mere centimetres away.

"Am I still?" You mimicked his words from earlier unable to stop the corners of your mouth pulling into a wide smile.

He didn't answer, instead leaning down to press a swift kiss to you lips after you sucked in a quick breath.

"Does that answer your question?" He murmured, his eyes twinkling and a very pleased expression gracing his soft features.

"Hmm I'm not sure perhaps you should try-"

He cut off your witty remark, capturing your lips once more and this time you melted into the kiss all banter quickly vanishing from your thoughts as you reached up to play with his still wet curls, feeling the hoodie slip from his grip onto the floor so he could press you closer.

God you had waited far too long to do this you thought as he swiped his tongue along your lower lip, allowing the kiss to turn deeper.

You moaned a little as his tongue swiped over your own, the hand that wasn't toying with his damp locks tracing the definition of his toned stomach, fanning the fire that had started long go inside your chest.

"Still distracting you?" He murmured as he pulled away, his lips still brushing against your own as he spoke and a devilish smirk forming as his own hand found its way atop yours, pressing into his stomach.

"You're always distracting me." You continue pressing soft kisses to his lips unable to stop now that you knew what they felt like against your own.

"Is that so?" He chuckled, his hand on your back slipping underneath your jumper to feel the warmth of the skin beneath.

You sighed as you felt his fingers press firmly into you, his hand moving from the skin of your back to your hip as he continued to kiss you like his life depended on it.

A small gasp and a soft ‘ugh‘ fell from his lips as you raked your fingernails down his chest reveling in the feeling of being completely wrapped up in him.

The sound of a throat clearing somewhere in the distance brought you both out of your haze, bursting the bubble that had formed around you both.

You pulled away from each other at the noise and turned your heads toward the bathroom door, where Tom stood in clean pyjamas, toweling off his damp curls and giving you both the biggest self satisfied smirk you had ever seen on his boyish features.

"Oh man this is like the Sims 2 Pets all over again." Tom laughed, directing his shit eating grin to you as you buried your blushing face into Harrison's still gloriously bare chest.

Harrison sent a questioning look to Tom and then back down to you, confused as ever but laughing none the less at your sudden embarrassment, pressing his lips to your forehead then your warm cheek and finally back down to your lips, not a care in the world that Tom was now in the room.

"You're welcome!" Tom muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the admittedly adorable pair of divs in front of him.

Author’s Notes:

So there you go! Wow this is I think the first piece of writing i’ve actually started and compelted in literal years and I can’t believe it’s fanfiction between a real person and the reader but i’m gonna take it cause i’m a little proud of myself right now for accomplishing this one small thing. Anywho I hope you enjoyed this drabble turned very long One Shot and if i tagged you it’s ‘cause you liked or reblogged my original post/sneak preview of this fic! :)

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pulling my heart strings

{stray kid’s felix}

“hey.”

i pushed my glasses up and gulped. no way. han jisung. lord of all. standing beside my table!? “y-yes?” i meekly replied. “listen.” his face inched closer to me. i felt a blush creeping up my face as he stared into my eyes. what’s this? a-a korean drama? his breath smelt like lemons and strawberries. “can i borrow your textbook?” i nodded furiously, pulling it out from under my desk and pushing it into his hands. jisung gave me a small smile and walked out.

i huffed out. that didn’t just happen. han jisung, everyone’s favourite, just walked up to (y/n)(l/n) and ASKED FOR MY TEXTBOOK!? i am freaking out! “yah! (y/n)! you lucky bastard! i saw that!” i looked over and saw chaeyong charging towards me at full speed. who gave her this much sugar? she plopped at the seat beside me and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “saw that~” chaeyong teased as she made a kissy face towards me. i lightly slapped her cheek and returned back to my work, my cheeks still painted with crimson. “if baekhyun ever came by my table like that, i would even give him a hundred!” she said dreamily. i laughed. “yah, you don’t even have a hundred!” chaeyong turned to look at me and placed her finger on my lip. “hush, my child. let me dream.” what a weird friend, am i right?

“hey chaeyong, you doing anything today?” i asked as i took a mouthful of my matcha ice cream. “me? well, i have to go back home to help oppa do his cleaning. he has sana coming over.” she winked at me. “what the heck.” i laughed and ate my ice cream. after that, we bid goodbye outside of the ice cream parlour and i began my walk home. normally i would take the bus, but hey, it would be nice to admire my neighbourhood sometimes.

i took slow steps and looked around the peaceful and quiet neighbourhood. not much around these days, huh? i slowly reached home and my eyes immediately widened. no hecking way! han jisung is outside of my house! what does he want from me? or is he a friend of woojin oppa too? i slowly inched closer to my doorstep and he must have heard me because he turned around and smiled at me.

god, those sparkling eyes. “y-yes?” “hi (y/n)! here to um.. talk to you.” he said, face filled with a dash of shine. ahhh, he’s so handsome! “w-what do u want to talk about?” jisung looked around and asked,” can we talk inside your house?” i tensed up immediately. “s-sure!” i opened my door to let him in. this so isn’t happening! someone punch me so i can wake up from this dream. i threw my bag on the couch and sat on it, jisung did too.

“soo, i came to tell you something. you see, when i saw you from afar, you just looked so cute, i can’t help it. to be honest, i didn’t need your textbook, i just wanted your attention.” he finished, biting his lip. did han jisung, king of the school, just confessed to me, (y/n)(l/n), out of every other girl in the school!? this is a dream! this definitely is one! “w-what do you m-mean?” i stuttered out, feeling my face turning hot.

“will you be my girlfriend?” no. this is not happening. i mentally squealed. “b-but i don’t know you very well.” “it’s fine.” he whispered. “we can get to know each other well.” jisung winked at me and took my hand into his. “o-ok.” i hesitatingly said. he smiled and looked at his watch. “time for me to go, see you tomorrow babe.” he winked at me and walked out of the door. “wow.” i whispered.

“what the hell!” felix punched the wall. “woah, chill there mate, what’s up.” chan said as he walked in with minho and hyunjin. “didn’t you hear!? jisung freaking got together with (y/n)! he’s doing this on purpose! he knows i like her and he’s going to play with her. him and his stupid hellevator gang.” felix growled as he punched another deep hole into the wall, bruising his knuckle, leaving dried paint marks on it. “yo dude! stop! you are going to bleed!” hyunjin said as he pulled felix away from the wall. chan shook his head.

“should we confront them?” minho asked, sitting on a beanbag. “are you dumb? we can’t- oh. we actually can.” chan said, sitting on a pool table, looking at felix for an answer. felix smirked, “oh yes we are, we are going to pay them a good visit someday.” hyunjin licked his lips, smirking as well. it was time hellevator went down to hell and never came back up. “so, why do you like (y/n)(l/n) so much?” chan said, stuffing his mouth full of popcorn. “gosh dudes, she was my childhood crush before i moved over to australia! she still looks as pretty as before.” felix said, a blush creeping up on to his cheeks.

“felix is in love~” minho sang. “damn right he is.” hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at felix. “whatever, we are so going to pay them a visit one day.” “this is going to be fun.” felix smirked as he removed his hoodie and throw it somewhere. he picked up a dart and shot it directly at jisung’s picture. “he’s going to pay.” his deep and raspy voice repeated

today was the first day of me and jisung dating, he waited for me at my classroom and held my hands. everyone was looking at us. girls were cooeing, some were jealous like mad and the rest were complimenting us. before i left for class, jisung pressed a kiss to my cheek and left, shooting mini finger hearts at me. i blushed and felt like i was going to faint at any moment. hey, i really was. i walked into class and chaeyong tackled me to class. “what did i hear!? my best friend (y/n) is dating the prince of the school! her long time crush!” she said as she hugged me even closer. “c-chaeyong! you are g-going to k-kill me!” “oops! sorry!” she said as she gave me a sheepish smile.

“it’s weird right? one day i was fangirling over him and next! i am dating him!” i said as i flipped through my calculus notes. chaeyong nodded but leaned over and whispered. “but he’s a bad boy, will he do anything to you?” i tensed up. “n-no! how could you say that!? he won’t.” “b-but you have only known him for a day!” that’s true.. i don’t know much about jisung except that’s he’s handsome and is in the hellevator gang. i looked over to chaeyong, who was pestering me for an answer with her eyes. “i-i guess. but he may be nice to the ones he love!” chaeyong shrugged and the bell rang.

{1 week} [3rd person’s POV]

“you got her good!” seungmin said as he played his round of pool. “of course, now felix will be jealous as hell and i am going to get my revenge.” jisung smirked as he drank a can of coke. “listen, their stupid district gang can go choke.” changbin laughed darkly as he skateboards from a point to another. jeongin chuckled as he played his mario cart on the flat screen.

jisung crashed the can in between his palms. “just you wait, felix lee.” he smirked and threw the can away. “but why would she make felix jealous?” seungmin asked, leaving the pool table. “well, felix had always had a crush on her so this is a good chance am i right?” he laughed. “hey, felix is kinda good looking too.” changbin said. all three heads turned to look st changbin. “dude, stop being gay.” seungmin said as he threw a crushed up piece of paper at the older. “she’s coming to visit here so be on your best behaviour.” “yes lover boy.” jisung glared at the smiley seungmin. “by the way, how long have you guys been dating for?” changbin asked. “1 week.” “woah. hyung, you are cool.” jeongin said as he struggled to get pass level 9. “course i am, what are you talking about.”

the door bell rang and jisung immediately ran down to the door. “hey, babe.” (y/n) stepped in, smiling. “hello! i bought pizza for you guys!” “PIZZA!” all three guys shouted and ran towards (y/n), scaring her a little. “yah, you guys are scaring her.” jisung said as he protectively wrapped his arm around (y/n)’s waist, making her blush crimson.

“yea yea. by the way, i am changbin.” “seungmin here! nice to meet you!” “i am jeongin but you can call me i.n” “ah, annyeonghaseyo! i am (y/n)!” “so cute!” changbin fanboyed and went forward to pinch her cheeks. “yah! no touching.” jisung said as he slapped his hand off. “geez, okays. well let’s go have some fun, shall we?”

“yah!” felix called out. jisung rolled his eyes and turned back. “oh look, it’s the whimpy kid.” he smirked. felix growled lowly and hyunjin stepped in front. “hey, what did you just say, you low dog.” “better than you, pathetic lives.” changbin spat. “hey, stop exchanging comments. 4pm, after school, backyard. we on or not?” felix smirked and hyunjin licked his lip again.

“we are on.”

the bell went fast. it was 4pm. both the hellevator gang and the district gang went out to the backyard to fight things out. felix slammed jisung against the wall upon meeting. “yah,yah,yah. you purposely asked (y/n) out to piss me off didn’t you?” jisung smirked. “of course, you idiot. did you really think i want to date her?” hyunjin snickered. “you have such a low life, go live with dogs, would you.” changbin shoves hyunjin, “watch what you say.” he growled. “make me.” hyunjin spat as he threw a punch of to changbin. a fight broke out.

seungmin kicked chan in the chest, only to have chan gripped hold of his ankle, dropping him to the ground. hyunjin punched changbin in the face and changbin returned that punch. minho grabbed jeongin’s hair and trashed him around and jeongin grabbed hold of minho’s waist and body slammed him to the ground. the scene was filled with vulgarities and lots of punching.

“you know what i am going to do with her?” jisung smirked. felix’s blood boiled so bad. “i am going to toy with her, play with her, till i am bored of her, then i am going to throw her away.” felix’s eyes grew darker as he sent a punch over to jisung’s face. “you sick bastard. (y/n) is not made to be played with!” jisung growled and threw felix off him. “you are going to pay for this!” “stop!” a female voice called out.

all heads turned and there she stood. (y/n).

her face had tears running down her cheek, and she was clutching tightly to a paper bag. she weakly looked at jisung. “d-did you r-really mean w-what you said?” she asked with a small voice. “i-“ “WE ARE OVER!” (y/n) screamed. jisung growled and glared at felix. “this shit isn’t over.” he said as the gang walked off. (y/n) ran towards felix, “a-are you ok?” she asked, carefully picking felix up. “y-yea” his raspy voice responded. “imma just leave you two here.” chan said as he pulled hyunjin and minho with him away.

“hey.” felix said. (y/n) smiled. “so..” the air between them was tensed and awkward. nobody dared to speak. “i like you, (y/n)” and the ice was broken. (y/n) looked at felix with wide eyes. “yes, you heard me. i like you. and i couldn’t stand jisung playing with you so i had to! i hate it to see you get hurt.” (y/n) lightly smiled and brushed felix’s hair. “yea, felix lee pabo.” felix’s eyes widened. “you remembered me!?” he said as he gasped. “yea! you still look at handsome as ever.” she chuckled. “so... do i get to take you out on a date?” (y/n) blushed. “are you going to treat me right?” “OF COURSE! I WILL LOVE YOU TO THE MOON!” he said. “then yes.” felix jumped up in happiness. “I LOVE YOU!” he picked (y/n) up and spun her around, pressing a kiss to her lips. that was a happy ending!

if you are wondering where woojin was.

“no you idiot! you should love him back too!” woojin wept as he held a box of tissue and a bowl of ice cream. he cried as the main characters kissed. “pabo! this is so sad.” he cried even more and eventually fell asleep watching the drama.

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