#and i can already tell that one joke is gonna overshadow so much of the movie đ
like iâm seeing criticisms that say the menuâs entire thesis is just ârich people badâ which to me is just not trueâŚ.each table has a specific failing that goes beyond just being rich, that explains how their wealth has influenced their behavior. tyler entrenches himself in food culture and tells erin repeatedly that she doesnât get it, but he canât make a single dish himself because his supposed love of food is entirely upheld by other people making it for him. the food critic sees herself as the patron saint of chef slowikâs restaurant because she gave him a good review years back, but she also destroyed other chefs livelihood for the sake of content. she wants credit for the good, but removes herself from blame for the bad. the business guys think that their connection to their boss, who they think is owed credit for keeping the restaurant open while also providing his inexperienced input, makes them above everyone else. the married couple has spent $1500 11 times to eat there, but they canât name a single dish theyâve eaten. and yes these distinctions are made by class, but theyâre specific and the each make a certain point about the way art is removed from the context of its creator (tyler) or torn apart for content (the critic) or used to promote a soulless business venture (business dudes) or consumed only for appearance (the married couple) and to me thatâs so much more than ârich people badâ
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can I request "come on, it's gonna be fun" and "there's no way in hell i'm doing that" with Eddie Munson?
I know most people disagree but I see Eddie would be the sunshine in the relationship. I just want to see him loving making the grumpy reader laugh and have fun
A/N - Perfect for Eddie! Thanks for requesting this, anon!
Chemistry
Summary - Eddie knows how to get you out of your funk with chemistry
Warnings - Nothing but fluff
âCome on, think about it,â
âI have, and I still say no!â
âBabe!â
âDonât babe me!âÂ
Eddie snorted as he hopped down from sitting on top of the picnic table, you thumbing through your chemistry text book while scribbling down some notes that you were needing to take for the upcoming test. The last thing you wanted to do was to be distracted and not get a passing grade since this class was already kicking your ass. So your boyfriend trying to distract you was enough to made you rip your hair out, but you never could with Eddie.
Even when he was a handful at times, he was your handful.
âLook,â he said as he pushed the textbook out of the way from you, to which you were glaring at him as he cocked his head at you with his signature grin, âYouâre gonna break your brain with all the reading youâre doing on a subject you already know,â
âYou canât break your brain,â You corrected him in a huff as his chuckled.
âSay that to the horror movies,â He joked, then swiping the notebook away before you could grab it back,âYouâre gonna ace the test! Youâre a shore in for getting the best grade.â
âOâMalleyâs tough, Eddie,â you reasoned, reaching out again for the notebook but was foiled when he yanked it away.
âHeâs a dickâŚwith a small one at that,â he replied as you slightly smiled, âAnd that is the actual reason why you need to take a breakâŚ.and come to one session,â
You glared, âI already said no,â
âCome on, itâs gonna be fun,â He explained as he tilted his head at him. Eddie had a lot of great traits about him, though it was overshadowed by his reputation at school or even in all of Hawkins.  He was kind, especially to those who were at the bottom of the social totem pole like he was. Eddie was smart, such a contrast to his laid back personality, but he was intelligent and was passing most of his classes with ease. Â
Most of all, Eddie had a heart. His heart was always massive and tender, never calloused and hardened from past heartbreak or betrayal. No matter if he wore metal shirts or seemed like a freak on the outside, you saw the goodness in him and the love he would give. You were one of the very few people he would pour his love out for and still had enough for himself, true boyfriend at heart and someone who took care of you when you need a break. Â
Just like now with your chemistry.
âThereâs no way in hell Iâm doing that,â you wanted him as you knew what he was talking about. But Eddie simply smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to tuck you in a bit more against his side. You could breathe in the weed he smoked before he came out here to ditch his study hall hour along with the small scent of leather thanks to his leather jacket and the leather seats in his van. Even the softness of his hair, thanks to the shampoo you got him a week back to help with the curls, made your head swim for a moment as he was peering at you with his massive brown eyes.
âYou need to have some fun, and I love you too much to let yourself get burned out over something as simple as chemistry,â He explained as he kissed the tip of your nose. You knew he was telling the truth and you hated admitting he was right. When it came to styling and burning out, both you and Eddie were guilty of doing that every once in a while. There was no doubt that you both were solid students but tests and exams got the best of you from time to time. Â
When one was struggling, the other would catch them. Youâve helped Eddie plenty of times when he was struggling in math or with Social Studies, rubbing his back and making him get plenty of rest when he was straining in his back and behind his eyes. He would push away the science and English books from you when you were on the verge of tears and make you something good to eat, or mostly hearty so to speak.Â
Eddieâs heart was always in the right place, and you felt it then.
âFine,â You replied, seeing his grin go massive as he peppered you with kisses all over your cheeks, âEasy there, Eds! Iâm only going to watch, got it!â
âNot a problem, sweetheart!â He replied, planting one more big kiss on your lips as you squirmed and giggled. He pulled away and looked rather victorious as you leaned into his hold, âYouâre gonna love it! I'm surprised youâve never come to a meeting before anywho,â
âItâs your thing, Eddie. I never wanted to interfere with it,â You reasoned, yet Eddie rolled his eyes playfully and shook his head.
âYouâre always welcome, and I think youâre gonna thoroughly enjoy it. Trust me, babe.â
Sure enough, Eddie watched from his Dungeon Master Throne as you rolled the dice and cheered in victory while the rest of Hellfire Club looked defeated. Â
The End.
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TITLE: A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke
PAIRING: BAJI KEISUKE / MATSUNO CHIFUYU
SUMMARY:
âMâkay.â
But the mild reaction from Mitsuya gets overshadowed by his next announcement, completely shocking the two members standing front and center.
âThe guy dating Baji,â says Mitsuya, with a smile, âthatâs all I need to know.â
OR
Baji canât stop talking about Chifuyu to the Toman members - which leads to a misunderstanding that the both of them are dating.
TR Spin-Off Chapter 14:Â The executive meeting is actually an intervention for Baji Keisuke.
read it on AO3 or read below
You know that part in the latest chapter of the spinoff where Baji brings Chifuyu to the executive meeting in Toman, but they all know who Chifuyu is already? Itâs pretty obvious that Baji must be talking nonstop about Chifuyu to everyoneâŚ
Also this is very much a crack fic.
I wrote this during my lunch break after getting a gift fic from Pau, and then edited it between work meetings - which means I wrote it very, very quickly and then edited it very, very not at all. If you see any typos, no you donât.
A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke
DRAKEN
âAnd he goes âWhatâs this character? You wrote it wrong.â â
Keisuke clearly remembers the way Chifuyu sat down in front of him, cocky at first like he was trying to pick a fight - but instead picked his pencil up and showed Keisuke how to write the letter.
âI thought he was gonna be an ass about it, but he was actually-â
Next to him, Draken pauses his game, a surprised look on his face. He had been listening to Keisuke recount the story without any real interest, but now his hand sharply cuts through air, indicating he needs Keisuke to stop talking immediately.Â
âWait, you donâtâŚknow how to spell Kazutoraâs name?â
Keisuke shrugs.
âAnyways he showed me how to write it - the character for tiger. I almost got it right.â - No he didnât. - âSo I think heâs a pretty good guy. Helps those in need, the type of person who probably canât stay out of other peopleâs business.â
Draken raises his eyebrow. âAre you complimenting him or insulting him?â
âIâm just saying,â postures Keisuke defensively, âthat I met this guy who helped me out. Thought it was gonna be a one time thing. But then I got to pay him back right after!â
He punches Drakenâs shoulder like theyâre in on a joke together. Draken doesnât seem as amused, but he also doesnât go back to his game. Intent now on paying attention to Keisukeâs weird tale.
âCause as I was mailing the letter, I saw him getting jumped by all these punks! And one of them had a weapon - real fucking shitheads!â Keisuke gets heated at this part, remembering how he ran into the other boy being surrounded by a bunch of older kids in an abandoned alleyway.
âSince Chifuyu is just one guy and heâs unarmed, you know?â Here Keisuke starts imitating the fight, providing sound effects as he alternates his fists. âSo I just start fightinâ. Pow. Pow. Returned the favor and saved his ass and everything. He was grateful as fuck.â
Draken nods along because he can see that.Â
âDid you beat him up afterwards, like you did with Kazutora?â
Keisuke scratches the back of his head, confused. âHuh? No, I invited him back to my place for dinner. It was just instant noodles, though. Nothing fancy.â
Draken stares at him.
For a while, no one says anything.
âOhâŚso itâs like that,â his friend says cryptically. âI was wondering where this story was going.â
Keisuke isnât sure what he means by that, cause the story isnât even done yet.Â
âAnyways, he wanted to join Toman afterwards, but I said âNo way, asshole!â cause I donât wanna keep taking care of him.â Keisuke signs, irritated at the memory. âHe seems too much of a handful. I donât need that kinda guy tying me down.â
âOr maybe youâre just trying to keep him to yourself,â mutters Draken, unpausing his game.
MIKEY
âAnd this guy is just fuckinâ following me around school everyday and he keeps trying to pick fights with others and then telling me about it for some reason.â
Heâs not sure if Mikey is listening or not. He seems really focused on something, but it might just be the taiyaki heâs eating.Â
âThen one day, he says - âjust beat me up until you understand my feelings.â â Keisuke pauses here. He thinks maybe he got the wording wrong, but it doesnât matter. âSo Iâm like ok, and then I beat him up.â
Mikey takes a bite of his snack and then says, âNice.â
âBut then I felt bad cause he was on the ground and it was raining and I didnât wanna leave him thereâŚâ Keisuke rolls his eyes, annoyed at himself, âand he lives three floors below me so I carried him home-â
âWait, wait, wait- I thought you said you were tired of that guy?â
âI mean yeah, heâs so fucking annoying.â
âThen why didnât you just leave his ass?â
Keisuke opens his mouth. Then he closes it.
âHis ass was gonna get wet, it was raining, remember?â
Mikey doesnât look impressed. But he motions him to continue with his story, the taiyaki flopping in the air.
âRight so, after that, I let him sleep it off. Cause he really took a beating from me. Hella persistent, that guy. Canât shake him. Iâve tried. Then when he finally wakes up I think, fine, ok. Just this one time! Iâll take you on my bike and-â
âWait, you let him ride your bike? â
âYeah, cause it was just easier that way if we were both going to the meeting-â
âYou- you brought him to a Toman meeting?! â
âWhy do you keep interrupting me? Anyways he was all-â
But Keisuke doesnât get to finish because Mikey shoves his second taiyaki in front of his face, almost exasperated.
âGod, Ken-chin was right. â He says, then shakes the dessert insistently until Keisuke takes it, albeit hesitantly since Mikey doesnât normally share his snacks.
âUhâŚthanks?â
âItâs cream flavored,â says Mikey.
âWhat kind?â
His friend smirks, âWhipped.â
SMILEY
âChifuyuâs hair was really fucking bothering me so I told him to change it.â
Nahoya looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.
âWhy are you telling me this?â
Keisuke gestures between the two of them, like thereâs some kind of relevant fact keeping them bound in this conversation.
âCause you said you wanted straight hair?â
âI just- I just said one thing about my hair! Oh my god!â He throws his arms above his head, waving them angrily. âWhy do you always keep making it about Chifuyu?!âÂ
The other boy is already walking away.
âHey!â Keisuke yells. âHe changed his hairstyle, alright?! So if you just let me finish my goddamn story - I was trying to say that he was able to change his whole lifestyle and everything, so you can do it too if you want! Live out your dreams or whatever!â
âMore like your delusions,â scoffs Nahoya. âAlright, which one of you guys is running the betting pool right now?â
ANGRY
âSo he just fucking jumps off the roof, yeah? The fuckinâ balls on him. And then he takes out all these guys like itâs nothing. After that he-â
Unlike his brother, Souya is frozen in place, too awkward to outright get up and leave.Â
âThatâs got to be four floors or something, how did he land? Is he part cat?â Keisuke snaps his finger at the discovery. âHe hangs out with a lot of cats. You think maybe he learned from them? Like maybe heâs a cat boy?â
âI think,â says Souya slowly, âthat you donât know what the meaning of a cat boy is...â
âHuh? No way. Heâs definitely a cat boy. He loves cats. He owns one too, Peke J, I named him. Heâs like our son.â
From somewhere behind them, Souyaâs brother puts more money down on the table.
MITSUYA
âRight, so I need you to make another uniform before our next First Division meeting.â
Mitsuya nods. âYou mean for your friend, Ryusei? His jacket buttons were getting worn out, I remember you mentioning that before.â
Keisuke laughs sheepishly. âAh, I meant another one - itâs for Chifuyu. Sorry I forgot to tell ya, I let him join after all and heâs been saying how he really wants to wear the uniform.âÂ
The boy in front of him slowly brings his hands together, resting his chin on them, and then takes in a deep breath.
âFor ChifuyuâŚâ
âYeah, is that gonna be ok? You got enough time orâŚ?â
Mitsuya levels him with a piercing gaze.Â
âWhy couldnât you have asked me this last week?â
Keisuke sucks the air in between his teeth. âSorry man, I know itâs really short notice. Thatâs my bad, but I just forgot about it.â
He watches as Mitsuya digs out his wallet. âI really, really, wish you had remembered to ask earlier.â Heâs a little confused as Mitsuya irritatedly pulls a stack of yen out, randomly. âIf only you had just asked me - one week earlier.âÂ
Draken appears out of nowhere to collect the cash, a grin wide on his face.Â
He decides not to question this, since thereâs a more pressing issue at hand.
âLook, if you canât do it, then itâs fine-â
âI can do it,â says Mitsuya, waving him off dismissively. âItâll only take me a day.â
âOh, what was the problem then?â Keisuke looks confused at the whole exchange. He feels like maybe heâs being kept in the dark about something. How come people are always passing money around, especially near him, nowadays? And whatâs with all these annoyed looks every time he speaks?
Mitsuya rubs his temples. âI need to change my bets.âÂ
PAH-CHIN
âSo Chifuyu helped my mom move all our stupid furniture around, yesterday and-â
Pah leans back into his seat, resigned. âI get it, huh, itâs my turn today.â
âAnyways,â Keisuke claps his hands. âWhat do you know about Feng Shui? You said your family was in the whole house thing? Whatâs Feng Shui supposed to be like for apartments, cause I think maybe Chifuyu might have done it wrong...â
âFeng Shui isnât real dude,â says Pah, âI know this because my dad said so. Itâs just some nice looking bullshit.âÂ
Keisuke angrily stands up. âYou fucking take that back, Pah-chin!âÂ
âHaa? Why are you so angry, man?â
âChifuyu spent hours moving all our shit around! Donât tell me that was all for nothing!â
âDidnât you just say, you thought he did it wrong? Even Iâm not that fucking stupid!â
âChifuyu isnât stupid!â
âI said, you were fucking stupid!â
âYeah, I fucking might be!â
PEH-YAH
âSo I donât know shit about history - but Chifuyuâs been helping me study.â
Everyone moves to the other side of the room, which leaves only Peh to fend for himself.Â
He sighs, then says, âI get it, sometimes I help Pah-chin study too. But weâre both idiots.â
Keisuke quickly jabs Pehâs chest in agreement. âYeah, Chifuyu is an idiot too! But I understand things better when he explains it for some reason. Itâs like he gets it - or me.âÂ
Peh nods. âYou guys know what the other is thinking.âÂ
âYeah, exactly!â Keisuke yells, excitedly. Finally glad to have someone on the same page as him for once. Well, other than Chifuyu, he means. âHe just understands what Iâm saying sometimes. Even if no one else does.â
âThatâs great.âÂ
âI donât know how I would have passed the exam without him. I really- hey wait, where are you going? Peh-yah, uhh?â
EVERYONE
Keisuke really didnât want this to be Chifuyuâs first exposure to the Toman executives, but he didn't have a choice other than to bring Chifuyu to the meeting. Even if it seems like the blond is currently scared stiff, standing next to him.Â
He lightly bumps Chifuyuâs shoulder with his own, raising both his eyebrows to silently ask if the other is ok.Â
Chifuyu flushes, looks away quickly, then shyly brings his gaze back and nods.
Their silent communication doesnât go unnoticed by the rest of the members.Â
Draken clears his throat loudly, narrowing his eyes between the two of them, and then says, âLooks like the First Divisionâs in troubleâŚâ
Keisuke tunes out the rest of the words because he thinks itâs gonna all be recap. Probably just the situation regarding Yotsuya Kaidan - which he knows better than all of them anyway. Instead he pays attention to Chifuyu, whoâs sweating under the dim lights, looking nervously between all the members, his eyes wide.
Keisuke moves a little closer to him, hoping his presence will calm down the other boy.
âThis is an emergency executive meeting regarding that matter,â continues Draken.
Nahoya coughs into his fist. âActually itâs more like an intervention at this pointâŚâ
Chifuyu audibly gulps, but only Keisuke can hear it from his proximity. He remembers, in contrast to Chifuyuâs first meeting, that this behavior is completely different.
Instead of the boisterous newcomer who didnât know his place, the Chifuyu standing beside him right now feels more mature. Still as excitable, but able to hide it. More aware of his surroundings. No more acting out.
Keisuke feels a little proud.Â
âLetâs get started.â
The room gives Mikey their full attention, only to be derailed as he argues with Draken over the filling of his taiyaki. He thought the comedic distraction might help Chifuyu relax a little, but it has the opposite effect. The blond tenses up again as he looks between the two executives fighting.Â
Keisuke is about to reach out, maybe ruffle his hair a bit and push his bangs away from all the sweat gathering on his forehead. He really needs Chifuyu to stop overthinking things like he always does.
âAnywaysâŚâ Draken jerks his thumb to Chifuyu and asks, âBaji. Who is that guy?â
Chifuyu startles, like a cat, then straightens up.
Everyone is looking at them and he can already feel Chifuyu freezing. He knows Chifuyu is about to do the whole unnecessary introduction thing again, itâs that typical moment, so Keisuke starts - but is interrupted.
âHeâs our new guy. I brought him here âcause heâs involved in this case.â
At the same time, Chifuyu bows abruptly and yells, âAhâŚIâm Chifuyu Matsuno! Iâm still a work in progress, but from this point on, Iâm determined to work under Baji-san...â
Multiple people start talking at once.
âThatâs Chifuyu, huh?â
âI knew it! Pay up, Ken-chin!â
âA work in progress? Does that mean theyâre not together yet orâŚ?â
âUnder Baji -Â he says.â
âYeah, he really said that! Heâs so bold!â
âAhh!! Matsuno!! Damn, itâs really you!â
âMâkay.âÂ
But the mild reaction from Mitsuya gets overshadowed by his next announcement, completely shocking the two members standing front and center.
âThe guy dating Baji,â says Mitsuya, with a smile, âthatâs all I need to know.â
For some reason, the entire room doesnât break out into chaos with this statement, instead everyone just casually accepts this fact and moves on. Itâs only Keisuke that feels the turmoil in his heart - and maybe Chifuyu too, if he can even dare to look at him.
He watches, almost like an out of body experience, as Pah approaches Chifuyu and clamps a heavy hand on his shoulder.Â
âThanks for looking after Pochi!â Like an inside joke, Pah cups his mouth but his whisper is so loud, the whole room hears it. â And for looking after our Baji, too!â He slaps Chifuyu a couple more times, the blond barely reacting. âAnd for bringing me the big fights!âÂ
âWhat.â Chifuyu sounds like his world has been turned upside down.
Pah doesnât notice that anything is amiss. âYou helped Baji build that dog house for Pochi, right? He loves it!â He gives him an approving thumbs up. âYou did a bang-up job! Ah, but I guess youâre dating one too, haha!â
âWhat...â This time Chifuyu is a little bit quieter.
Keisuke knows he needs to speak up, to say anything, to save Chifuyu from any further embarrassment - but heâs not sure how to do it without jeopardizing their relationship or his spiraling reputation. Even though he knows this is mostly his fault.
Pah continues talking, as if he isnât holding a one-sided conversation on his own. âIâve been pissed off at Baji for talking my ears off every meeting - but I guess he must be really serious about ya if he brought you to an exec meeting, Chifuyu!â
âYeah, he didnât even ask!â Nahoya chimes in.
âItâs been a long time since weâve seen Baji smile though, so I guess itâs fine.â Souya comments. âItâs nice to see him happy, again.â
Draken claps his hands twice, bringing the attention back to him. âThis means the time has finally come, pay up assholes!â
âRighto, Iâll be collectin-â
âWait.â Keisuke finally finds the strength to interrupt. âCan you pleaseâŚleave this matter for after the meeting?â
âWhat, you suddenly so embarrassed now that you have a boyfriend?â Mikey sneers from atop his perch. âEven though you talk about him everyday?â
âI donâtâŚâ Keisuke glances at Chifuyu, and because theyâre always thinking of the other, Chifuyu choses that moment to meet his gaze. â...I donât talk about him everyday.â
Heâs not sure if heâs being brave or a coward for not correcting anyone.
But Chifuyu, bless him, always has his back.Â
Something in his blue-green irises changes, becomes sharper. Itâs in that moment Keisuke realizes Chifuyu has caught on, silently agreeing to play along with their charade. Â
He doesnât even have to ask, he already knows Chifuyu will follow.
âCan this um,â starts Chifuyu, â information stay within this room? Weâre not uh, public...â
Even without explicit orders, Chifuyu can always be counted on. Keisuke doesnât know what he did to deserve him. Maybe thatâs why he canât stop talking about him.Â
And maybe thatâs why the two of them are in this mess in the first place.
Not to be outdone, Keisuke speaks up again. âOr maybe justâŚthe First Division.â Since only the two of them belong to said division, itâs essentially the same as asking everyone to back the fuck off. Itâs only their business - no one else needs to butt in.
âBajiâŚâ Draken says tiredly. âThis doesnât have to be your secret alone anymore.â
âYeah, everyone is chill with it, dude.â
âWeâve known for a while actually. No need to freak out. We wonât judge you.â
âYou were really down bad for him, Baji. We all knew.â
âAnd youâre both being pretty obvious about it right now.âÂ
Keisuke knows his flush is probably matching Chifuyuâs - what a pair the two of them must seem in front of everyone. The other boy is barely holding the act together, but he waits patiently for Keisukeâs next move. He just isnât sure what it should be.
âI think thereâs been a misunderstanding,â he sighs, âsorry, everyone.âÂ
For the first time, he feels apprehensive about not being able to speak to Chifuyu freely. What if this makes the blond even more uncomfortable? What if this destroys their friendship? At some point, heâs going to push Chifuyu too far - what happens then? Â
âI have to put a stop to this...âÂ
This wasnât how he thought this meeting would go. But worst of all, maybe, just maybe - this whole thing could be the breaking point to Chifuyuâs loyalty.
â...The truth is-â
 âI get it.â Mikey suddenly says, standing up. âIâll leave Chifuyu to Baji.â
Their invincible leader jumps down, landing smoothly right in front of the others. He gives both of them a searching look, but his gaze lingers on Chifuyu. âIâve made up my mind.â
Keisuke has no idea what he means.Â
âIf the two of them want to keep to themselves, then I wonât push it. The rest of you should stay out of this until theyâre readyâŚâ he smirks, âYouâre all dismissed.â
â...Mikey.â
But the other boy pushes past him to whisper something into Chifuyuâs ear. It could be his imagination, but it sounds like âIf you break up with Baji, Iâll kill you. âÂ
CHIFUYU
âWell that was unhinged.â
The two of them loiter outside the entrance, not quite ready to talk about it yet. Keisuke leans against his motorcycle, looking away from Chifuyu as the other boy inspects the vending machine. His throat feels dry, but not in a way a drink can fix.
âThey all had such a crazy aura around them that I was shaking just being in their presence,â laughs Chifuyu nervously, probably to fill the awkward silence. âEspecially Mikey-kun.â
Thatâs right. Mikey really did say some weird stuff.
âI know, Iâm sorry,â says Keisuke, turning around.Â
âEh?âÂ
âIâm sorry you have to put up with my selfishness,â he explains. âI didnâtâŚmean to lead them on like that. Or you either.â
âBaji-sanâŚwhat do you mean?â Chifuyu says slowly.
Keisuke isnât sure how to go about this. Words arenât really his thing. After tonight, that fact seems to especially be true - but usually he can just count on Chifuyu to figure it out for him. Although maybe thatâs been making him complacent. Still, he needs to make an effort to right his wrongs.
âI think I talked about you too much with the other guys, so they got the wrong idea about us.â He crosses his arms and lets out a frustrated noise. âI shoulda just came clean from the start instead of dragging you in. Thanks for covering for me, though, but I donât expect you to pretend forever. So I wonât force you to do anything.âÂ
âItâs ok, Baji-san!â Chifuyu yells. âI donât mind. I told you, Iâd do anything to remain by your side, right? I can do this for you, too!â
Keisuke gives him a lopsided smile. Itâs hard to reason with Chifuyu when he gets like this - his determination is infectious. So is his positivity. Keisuke already feels in a better mood just by being around him. Â
âItâs fine, Chifuyu. I can go back and apologize to them, clear things up. Even if I have to do it alone.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Of course the other boy wonât back down. âIâll always follow you, Baji-san! Iâll come with you!â
âNoâŚthat would just make it harder for them to believe.â
The first signs of frustrations show on Chifuyuâs face, like heâs about to start talking back to his captain. Really now, his obedience just comes and goes.Â
Then, suddenly, a huge grin breaks out until it rivals all the stars in the night sky above them. With a look of pure adoration, Chifuyu closes the distance between them and offers Keisuke a fist bump.
âLetâs date for real, then!â Chifuyu says without a momentâs hesitation.
Keisuke feels like heâs been given the whole world, rather than a hand or a way out.Â
He canât help but feel the edges of his mouth stretch upwards. He feels so relieved and grateful all at once. He doesnât understand it, but maybe Chifuyu does - so heâll just have to ask him to explain it later.
Chifuyâs smile only gets wider. âThat way youâre not lying to anyone - and we donât have to pretend!âÂ
Itâs a crazy plan. But perhaps heâs a little crazy for Chifuyu, anyway.
Since they donât have any better ideas, he readily agrees.
âAlright!âÂ
When their fists collide, itâs his heart that meets Chifuyuâs halfway.
END
Sorry they're idiots.
Iâm also sorry this was absolutely Satou Ryusei erasure (love that guy) and the bajifuyu just totally derailed the meeting so itâs not even about Yotsuya Kaidan anymore. I promise theyâll hold another assembly to figure it out!!
Baji POV is really hard for me to write - so if he seems out of character, just remember Iâm a crack fic writer.
This is for pau - if you like bajifuyu or kojiryu, please go read their fics!!
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when the crows come home, 4
part one / part two / part three & ao3 link
angel reyes x gn!reader, part 4 of ?, 4588 words
a/n: screams. finally get to bring in some angel pov and some spanish AND some OCs. im chomping the bit - also theres translations at the end (thankyou @yourlocalspacewitxchâ love u)!
taglist: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @ashlingiswriting
Angel didnât mean to fall asleep here. He really didnât mean to fall asleep here.Â
He was talking, no, you were talking, he was listening, for most of the night. Until you werenât. Until you were asleep. Well, who knows which person went first, it doesnât matter, really. He doesnât remember. All that matters, is that he fell asleep in your bed, still dressed, and that was never the plan. He was gonna leave, back out the window and onto his bike before it got too early to be pointless. So much for that. Instead, he fell asleep like he was already home, with your TV flickering over him instead of his own.Â
Itâs still on now. Heâs still in his kutte too, and he fucking hates sleeping in his kutte. Shit feels like sleeping on a saddle, rigid and hot, so hot, once he starts sweating under it.Â
God, he hopes you havenât noticed the sweating. First time youâve shared a bed and heâs damp under his shirt, behind his neck, across his fucking brow.
He stares at the ceiling above your room. You havenât moved yet, besides the lift of your shoulders and the push of your breath over him. You donât know that heâs awake and thinking himself into something like a nightmare.
Didnât mean to cross that boundary, right, Angel? To fall asleep with you against him, face on his chest, patches probably leaving imprints on your cheek. Santo Padre pushed into the skin in that same blocky font. Way too fucking soon for that, yeah? Why not seal the deal and go have breakfast with the parents, too?Â
So much for taking it as it comes, for letting you figure your own shit out, before stuffing himself into the middle of it all. If heâd known this would happen, heâd have rode off last night when you didnât answer on the first dial tone.Â
Fuck. He didnât mean to leave his bike out in the open all night, either.Â
Heâs out of the bed faster than he should be, considering youâre sleeping still, but the bikeâs there when he looks through the window and the relief of that quickly overshadows any guilt he has about waking you. Thank God, you live in a neighbourhood full of pensioners. No-ones even looked twice at his bike. The helmetâs still swinging from the handlebars.Â
âAngel?âÂ
Youâre disorientated, obviously. Heâs just thrown you onto the mattress like youâre an extension of the sheets.Â
âHey.â He wipes his palms against his jeans and turns back to the bed. âI just.â He stops. It must look like heâs trying to escape through the window, caught in the act before he can even touch the frame. âYou good?â he asks, hoping he looks relaxed, or as normal as someone can be in this situation.Â
You nod and make a noise thatâs almost readable as a yes.
That job shit really got to you. This is the longest youâve gone without telling him something about himself, or cracking a joke that makes him so annoyed, but so glad youâre back. He misses it like youâve gone mute. Â
âSorry,â he explains, though you arenât awake enough to care, âI thought someone mightâve stolen my bike. Forgot your neighbours are, like, five hundred years old.â
Youâre propped on your elbows, squinting at him like the sunlightâs blinding you. Your hairâs flattened on one side, your lips are dry from breathing through your mouthâyeah, thatâs something heâll use laterâand honestly, you look like you havenât been awake, or human, in a year at least. But he wants to get back in, he realises. He wants to apologise again, lie down, and put your goofy sleep-struck face back onto his chest like heâd never moved at all.
And that is a very fucking loco thing to be thinking on a Thursday morning. Looking at you, biche.
He puts his hands in his pockets and keeps his feet firmly in the same spot on the carpet. âGuess we fell asleep,â he says, because thatâs better than suggesting he stays and wastes the day with you.
âFuck,â you mutter, before rubbing your eyes with your fingers. âWhat time is it?â
His phoneâs on your bed still, under your stomachâhe can see the edge of it beneath your t-shirt. When he points it out, silently, you oblige, taking it and clicking it once to read the time.Â
For a second, his gut tightens, because he knowâs youâre seeing it again, the photo Potter sent him. But you know about that now, to an extent. He forces a breath until his lungs deflate. The kidâs not a secret anymore. You donât even react when you see him shining back at you.Â
Annoyingly, it doesnât feel like a relief yet. Thereâs still things he hasnât told you, things that could make you react worse than âI have a babyâ didâthough, that, you took better than he ever imagined. Freakishly well, really. Itâd be weird as fuck if he wasnât so used to you and your calculated responses. A lot has changed since you went away, but you werenât a liar then, and you arenât now. As far as he knows, anyway. Â
âWell, house is empty,â you say afterwards, words still nudging into each other with sleep. âYou're good to use the door.âÂ
Like thatâs what heâs worrying about. He hadnât even got to thinking about your parents yet.
âAlright.â He nods, taking the phone when you hold it out for him.
Should he leave? Is that what that was? Just a polite way of saying, get out please, we made it fucking awkward, right?Â
He half expects you to say it out loud, but you donât.Â
Instead, you fold back into the bed, arms collapsing under you, head pushing into the pillow heâd been using. Thereâs no reason for you to get up, he guesses, but that doesnât stop him from feeling conflicted about it. He almost wants to drag you up and make you come with him, but Bish would have something to say about that. Fuck, all of them would have something to say about that. Even EZ would find some smart-ass comment to make.
âYou gonna be okay today?â he asks, watching your face, your eyes closed already.
You murmur a yeah. Lying, clearly.Â
Heâs never seen someone actually look depressed while theyâre falling asleep before, but youâre managing it. He can see you waiting for the bed to swallow you whole. Something about the way your shoulders are sitting, all tucked into yourself.Â
He cant help himself; he has to say, âText me when youâre up, alright?â like heâs got you under 24-hour supervision. Like he has some right to know.Â
Your answer is another hum, followed by, âGo do your job, Angel. Mânot a kid.â
You arenât. Youâve dealt with worse, without him, plenty of times before. Heâs gotta remember that. He shouldnât need prompting.Â
âSure, biche,â he replies, but youâre already asleep, lips parted slightly.
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Letting himself out is easier than he expects it to be. Though, really, why would it be hard? House looks the same as it did when he was there to eat pizza and watch WrestleMania on the box TV in your living room. God, that was a lifetime ago now. You taped it for him, when you remembered, and heâd come round to watch it, sitting inches from the screen. Highlight of his week, every week.
Thatâs one thing that has changed actually, itâs a flat-screen now. Your parents have welcomed more of the 21st century into their home than Pops ever has. Heâd still use the black and white set if he could. He didnât change it âtil him and EZ pitched in for a new one.Â
The front door locks as he shuts it behind him, which heâs glad of. Least you wonât get robbed while you sleep the day away. Then, heâs back into reality, down the steps from your porch and over to his bike like nothing has happened. No sleepover, no boundaries crossed. Just back to the grind, same as every day. Feels good. Feels right. He takes a breath big enough to fill his lungs before swinging his leg over.
Itâs border work this time, fucking baby seats, of all things. Like he wants to spend his day carting those about, knowing heâll never need to buy one himself.Â
He sighs, back curving as he slouches into the seat.Â
Gotta stop thinking like that, man. Wonât make him come home any quicker.Â
âYo.â Heâs called EZ before even touching his helmet, or the keys in the pocket of his jeans. His brotherâs groan cracks into his ear in place of a hello. âI wake you up?â Angel asks, fighting the urge to hang up again. The one time heâs up before noon and every other person he talks to is dead-set on being sleeping beauty.
âYeah, actually.â EZ groans again, then clears his throat until he sounds lively. âThought we werenât meeting til twelve?â
âSooner we start, sooner we get it over with.â He was already thinking about the beer waiting for him afterwards. Ice cold, condensation up its neck. âYou gonna be ready when I pull up?â
âFuck, no.â EZ laughs. âI gotta shower and eat something first, bro. Gonna be a long fucking day.â
Wrong answer, but itâs too early to argue with him. âAlright,â Angel sighs, âIâll stop by Pops before I come to you.â He pulls the keys from his pocket and turns the ignition, hoping EZ can hear it through the phone. Hurry up, it says, donât keep me waiting, hermano. âSomeone should probably check on him, anyway. Make sure heâs eating and shit.âÂ
âYou nearby?âÂ
Angel snorts; imagines himself saying, Yeah, Iâm near by. Wanna hear a crazy story, bro? Guess where I slept last night.
But thatâs another thing itâs way too early for, so instead he says, âYouâre supposed to be showering, fool.â Then he pins the phone to his shoulder and reaches for his helmet. âYou got an hour, no mĂĄs. Entiendes, carnal?â
âAlright, relax,â EZ complains. âMan, I like it way better when youâre the one oversleeping.âÂ
Yeah, me the fuck too.
                             *
Heroin-stuffed baby seats. Ironic even to Angel and he barely knows what the word fucking means. Made to save kids in a car crash and theyâre filling them with dope, sending them right past border control with someone playing sweet little Mommy behind the wheel.Â
So dumb, but it always works. Worldâs funny like that.Â
âThat all weâre moving?â he asks, shining the torch over EZ.Â
Theyâre by the tunnelâs exit still, EZ stuffing the load into the cushioning of the car seats theyâd brought. Thank fuck, they got to avoid the dirty job this time, left that part to Gilly and Coco instead. He hates going through the tunnel. Shit always sticks to his hair: cobwebs, dirt. Heâs the only one tall enough to brush the fucking top of it.Â
âThatâs all there is,â Gilly answers from behind.
Well, fuck.
âShitâs not gonna last long out there,â he says, though itâs obvious, but someoneâs gotta say it.
EZ looks up at them. âNeither are we if it stays like this,â he says.
And thatâs even more fucking obvious.Â
âWill you hurry up?â Coco whines, clinging from the ladder still. Heâs poking out the hole in the ground like a prairie dog. A prairie dog in his abuelitaâs wig. âIâm fucking itchy man, this shit is clinging to me like fucking asbestos or some shit.â
EZ ducks his head again, shoving the final package into the seat.
âItâd be quicker if you helped, asshole,â Angel says, earning him a, fuck off, go do your part, in return.
Yeah, donât have to tell him twice. He canât wait to get out of this shit-hole and back into the open air.
âHave you noticed Cocoâs got cranky lately?â EZ asks, once itâs just them again, a car seat in each set of arms.Â
âThatâs what heâs always like,â Angel answers, eyes rolling. âI used to live with him, remember?â
Used to make breakfast around him like he was cohabiting with a viper. So bite-y until heâd had his breakfast, or a smoke.
âProbably forgot his morning coffee or some shit,â he adds, though he can tell by EZâs expression that he already doesnât agree with him. Heâs got that line between his brows like Angelâs said something stupid again. His favourite fucking expression lately.Â
Angel looks away before it can piss him off.Â
âPops didnât get out of bed,â he says after a minute. âHouse is a fucking mess, too. Dirty dishes everywhere.â
When he went, Pop didnât even return his hello. Didnât even lift his head to look at him, standing in the doorway. Somehow, it felt worse than arguing does. Heâd rather that, Pops telling him how much of a constant disappointment he is, than whatever this is. Silence stings in a way he canât shake off.
EZ sighs beside him, switching the seat to rest on his opposite arm. âWhatâre we gonna do, man?â
Angel shrugs. âFucking no idea. Iâm not good at fixing people, bro. Thatâs your job.â
âSince when?â
âUm,â he shoots EZ a look, âsince forever?âÂ
Since Angel went to Chino, before heâd even turned twenty-one, since he ruined his relationship with Pop and fucked up every good thing he had going for him. Since he scared you away, right out of Santo Padre.Â
âYouâre good with people, Ezekiel. Pops will listen to you eventually.â
âFucking hope so.â He tuts. âI hate seeing him like this.â
You get used to it, Angel wants to say. Thatâs how it was every fucking day when EZ was in Stockton. But he knows what the answer will be. You went away too, you know. We had to deal with the same shit, Angel. Mum as well.Â
So, he says nothing, and he sets his eyes on the car of the poor woman whoâs gonna take this shit through the border.Â
                             *
Finally, finally, he gets his God damn beer. He feels like kissing it, but he takes a sip instead. Fucking beautiful. He lets the rest of them fall into conversation, along the bar to the right of himâhe took the end seat for a reasonâand enjoys the quiet heâs pretending he has. Lets himself think, properly, for the first time today.Â
Until heâs interrupted, that is. Â
âYou depressed, homeboy?â Coco laughs, looking down the line, past Gilly and EZ, to target him. âLooks like youâre gonna cry or some shit.â
âIâm thinking. Jesus.â Canât have a minute to himself without a fucking interrogation. He rubs a palm over his face, then sets it on his beer again afterwards, rings clinking against the glass. âWas thinking if I knew of any jobs going,â he explains, reluctantly. âGot a friend that needs some work.â
Gilly shrugs. âAlways need more mules going over the border.â
âFuck no. Not that shit.â The idea of it almost pisses him off. No, it does piss him off. The thought of you sitting there, drug-filled baby seats behind you. Heâd rather be the one taking that risk. Him and his âarrest meâ looking self. So, no, not that. He takes a swig of his beer to wash the sour from his mouth. âSomething above board,â he says, âlegal. Something normal people do.â
EZ laughs. âDo we know any normal people?â
âHa-ha.â God, heâs hard to talk to sometimes. So quick, itâs annoying. âItâs forâŚâ He stops himself. Things shared at midnight, in the quiet of bedrooms, donât usually come with a free pass to tell other people. âDonât worry about it,â he finishes, head shaking. âIâll think of something.â
Then, right on cue, you message him. He knows, because his phone vibrates against his chest, jumping alive from the inside pocket of his kutte, and no-one else texts him lately. Besides EZ, and that foolâs sitting shoulder to shoulder with him.
Thanks for last night, the text reads, and, yes, I just woke up.
He smiles. Then sniffs and rubs a hand over his mouth to wipe it away again. No problem, he types back. You feel better?
He does, anyway, miles better, in fact. About the baby, about the two of you. About being useful to someone who isnât paying him to be.Â
So much, you reply. Ready to take on the world.
Shit, watch out Santo Padre. He hopes you laugh at that, lame as it is. Hopes you snort in that way you do. The typing bubble pops up again as he takes another drink.Â
You staying out of trouble? you ask.Â
The answer comes easily. Hell yeah, good as gold, biche.
He didnât mean for it to be a lie, Gilly and Coco just have really, really bad timing. The moment he hits send, and looks up from your conversation, is the exact same moment that Gilly punches Coco, sending him right into the back of a uniformed soldier. Right into a group of them, even, flattening Coco and the one nearest onto the pool table behind.
Who knows what they were arguing about, who knows who was in the right, or how it went from beer-side talk, to a physical fucking fightâbetween men who are supposed to be brothers, he might add. Angel doesnât know, or care, thatâs for sure. What he does know, however, is that when a soldier throws a punch at one of his own, yeah, thatâs when it becomes everybodyâs problem.
EZ turns to him, as he reaches the same conclusion Angel has. âShall we?â he asks.
Angel swallows the last of his beer. âI think we fucking shall.â
And, fuck it, heâll bring the bar stool too.Â
                             *
He was getting his ass beat. Not this time, not now, but then, fucking years ago, in Chino. In the fuck-up that took his stay from twelve months to eighteen. It was a fight that lasted all of three fucking minutes and it got his sentence extended, without debate. Could have been worse, of course. Couldâve ended up dead in the yard for running his mouth, again. He hadnât worked out how to survive in there yet, didnât know when to joke and when to keep his mouth shut. How to make friends and who to avoid all together. Couldnât get it right, at all, until Gabe had taught him how.Â
That was the first time heâd spoken to him. Gabriel âGabeâ Trujillo.
Heâd got to Angel before the COs did, pulled the brawl apart like he was shucking corn. Pulled Angel right from under the guy, Boneyâyeah, dumb name, thatâs why it started, Angel just had to tell him thatâand set them away from each other like children. Got involved before it got too bad, while Angel was still able to stand.
âPinshe mocoso cagadero, âtĂĄs tratando de que te maten?â he barked, all up in Angelâs face.
He stood in front of him, voice hard like heâd been fighting himself, not watching it happen, and waited for an answer. Like Angel could give him one, like he could even focus on the guy. There was two of him, he remembers, their heads going in and out of each other in the blur.Â
âWhat?â Angel parroted. âWhat?âÂ
He was bleeding from his brow, dripping red over his eyes. His own head was spinning from the hits heâd taken. He couldnât understand English, let alone Spanish, but thatâs all Gabe ever used with him.
He didnât look at Boney either, didnât even address him. Just stood between the two of them, his back to the other man, chiding Angel like a kid.
âPues, quieres morir,â he said, âes eso?â
No, Angel tried to tell him, who the fuck are you? No, he doesnât want to die.Â
But before his mouth could catch up, the COs had arrived, and then Angel was against the fence, wrists pulled together behind his back, Boney slammed into place beside him. Somehow, that was the worst part. That shit hurt the most.
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Once he was let out of the Hole, Gabe had found him again. He sat down across from him, at the table Angel had been occupying, and put a pill in front of his food tray.
Angel stared at it. His face was still too bruised and swollen to bother with pulling any sort of expression in return.Â
âAspirin,â Gabe explained. âI get it on a doctorâs note. Migraines.â
Migraines? Angel looked from the pill, to Gabe, to the CO standing in the corner of the room.
âFigured your headâs hurting more than mine right now.â
âWhat?â Angel asked, looking back to him.Â
He still didnât know the guy. He was shorter than Angel, but older. Forty vs twenty. Thicker too, working muscle with a noticeable belly, and a beard that touched his chest when he talked.Â
âQuieres que lo repita?â He scoffed, and kept his voice hushed as he continued. âTĂłmalo antes de que vean, plebito.â
His head was pounding, so he took it. And he gagged, of course, because heâs always been fucking bad at taking pills. It sat on his tongue, refusing to go down, until Gabe sighed and passed him the drink from his tray. Like he couldnât even do that himself.
âThanks,â Angel managed, sounding ungrateful. He didnât recognise what a lifeline it was, what it meant in the grand scheme of things. Now, Angel would go back in time and tell himself to pull it together. Gabe is giving you more than a fucking painkiller, fool.
âMira. Kid.â He switched to English, thinking Angel didnât know it well enough to keep up. âIâm tired of seeing you get your ass beat. Theyâre gonna extend your sentence for that one, yâknow? Other guyâs lip was split, needed stitches.â
Angel scoffed, like that was his fault. Boney threw the first punch. âThatâs notââ
Gabe put his palm up. âThey donât give a shit. Damage is done, everyone pays for it.â
Thatâs when Angel noticed the tattoos across Gabeâs knuckles: MAYANS MC. He remembers thinking it was goofy, branding himself like that. Then, here he is now, having covered more of his skin than Gabe has, with the very same name. You donât get it, until youâre in it.Â
âI canât sit and watch you ruin your life, okay?â Gabe said. âToo many kids go that way.â
His brother, Angel found out. He told him that later. Apparently, he had Angelâs attitude and stubbornness, made the same mistakes over and over without learning from them. Angel didnât know at the time, but Gabe had been keeping an eye on him since the beginning, hoping that eventually heâd wise up. The shit with Boney was his limit. Like seeing a ghost, he said. Hermanito.Â
âSo, what?â Angel asked, disbelieving. Heâd never had a guy in his corner before then. âYou gonna make me part of your crew or something?â
âPendejoâŚâ Gabe muttered. âYou ever think before you speak?â
âNo, not really,â he replied and, somehow, that chipped a smile across Gabeâs husky features. Sealed the deal for him.Â
âGabriel,â he said, putting a hand out for Angel to shake, âGabe, if youâre not my mother.â
He took his palm. âAngel.â
Gabe laughed at that, really fucking laughed, and Angel smirked back like he was in on it.Â
âAngelito,â he said, once heâd wound down again, âah, quĂŠ chistoso. You stick with me, you might even start enjoying yourself, kid.â
Yeah, not quite. But, heâd kept him straight after then, and when he got out before Angel did, he sent him mail and called andâfuck, Angel really should ring him soon. Itâs been too long.Â
Youâd like Gabe, really. Heâs your sort of person, doesnât talk until he has something to say. Doesnât lie either, just gives you whatever he thinks is right, as long as itâll serve a purpose. If he wasnât in Oakland, Angel would introduce you to him before anyone else, before anyone in Santo Padre leathers at all. Hell, heâd take you to fucking dinner at his house. Gabeâs approval almost means more to him than Popâs does.Â
But thatâll never happen. You wonât even get close.Â
                             *
Bishop is in a bad fucking mood. Obviously, news of the fight at the bar hadnât gone down well and theyâd been scolded for it, in front of the whole damn club. Never gets any easier. He never gets any leeway either, no matter how high he goes. Angelâs made it to secretary now and still, when youâve fucked up, youâve fucked up. Bish has no problem reminding him, or anyone, of that.Â
But, he gets it. He gets it. Scrapping with military men in public does nothing for the clubâs rep, but, man, shit happens sometimes. Bishop wouldâve acted the same damn way if he was there.
Angelâs outside now, smoking on the clubhouse steps like the cigarette might drag all the shitty feelings out of him, pull it right up from his stomach, into his lungs, off into the fucking air with the smoke. It isnât working yet. Maybe on the next drag.
âHey,â Bish appears behind him, halfway out the door, âIâve changed my mind. I want bodies tonight.â
Angel nods.
âBe back here at midnight.â He holds his gaze. âNo more fucking about, Angel.â
âYeah, got it.â Loud and clear. âMidnight,â he agrees and then el presidente disappears again.
Fucking attitude.Â
Sometimes, he misses Oakland. He even misses Marcus, of all people. The guy had the leash so tight, Angel never got in trouble in the first place, never got scolded for things, because he never stepped out of line. He didnât know he could miss that until recently.
Marcus you wouldnât like, he thinks, or maybe you would. He canât tell. Maybe youâd like him for what heâd done, him and Gabe both. Theyâd moulded Angel into something worthwhile, after all. Someone worth coming back to.
A whining engine catches his attention, Chuckyâs dumb little vespa pulling into the lot in front of him. Thereâs a box balanced on the back of it, tied down with a fraying bit of string. Knowing Chucky, itâs something edible, in way too big of a quantity, that absolutely nobody has asked for. Donuts, or some shit. Heâs always playing housewife when he has actual yard work to be doing.Â
Ah, now, thatâs an idea.
âHey, Chuck?â He finishes his cigarette, snuffing it beneath his boot before taking the steps onto the gravel. âYou got a minute?â
Chucky beams, nodding quickly as he kicks the stand down. The unclipped straps of his helmet bounce by his chin. âFor you, Angel? Always, brother.â
He smiles back and tries to make it look genuine. Chucky has a real talented way of making things sound fucking weird.
âYou ever feel like you need an extra pair of hands around here?â He winces as soon as he asks it, Chuckâs wooden fingers already up and wiggling between them. âSorry, you know,â he sighs, âyou get what Iâm saying.â
âSure,â Chucky agrees, nodding again.Â
Itâs a twitch, it must be. His nerves are rattling out through his skull.Â
Angel carries on despite it. âWe got room to take on someone else?â
âI think so,â Chucky replies. âWho dâyou have in mind?â
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part five >>>>
âPinshe mocoso cagadero, âtĂĄs tratando de que te maten?â = Fucking little shithead/kid/brat, are you trying to get yourself killed?
'Pues, quieres morir, es eso?â = Well, you want to die, is that it?
âQuieres que lo repita? TĂłmalo antes de que vean, plebito.â = You want me to repeat it? Take it before they see, dumbo.
quĂŠ chistoso = how amusing/silly
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Flash thoughts: A New World, Part 1--Reunions
So it's apparently been almost nine months since Khione announced the pregnancy, that went quick XD
Jokes aside, yeah, that one was real solid. Eric Wallace has almost always done well with Thawne, interestingly.
it was real cool to finally have The Day depicted on our screen. This has always been at the heart of Barry's character--he can't let things go, because of his survivors guilt over his mom's death and his dad's imprisonment.
To let him deal with it head-on, having already learned the hard way a few times he simply cannot change it, and being able to spend time with his parents one last time...it was very poetic, very well done.
And I really like that Barry gave Thawne a chance at an out. But Thawne's petty delusions and his rage that came from it couldn't let him take the path out of his pain.
hell, Barry even apologized for "taking the credit" for his so-called heroic moment., something Barry literally called him out for holding onto that tight in season 8 because of just how petty it is, just to give Thawne the best chance at being able to take that out. But he couldn't do it.
And while it was a little odd to have his Mr and Mrs Allen telling a complete stranger he can stay at their home for a night--not to mention with no concern for their son-- I think it does very much speak to why Barry is the kind of hero he is.
I do find it interesting that the final villain of the show is actually the Negative Speed Force itself. That's a really intriguing idea, and I'm looking forward to seeing how that goes.
I guess a bit of a shorter #FlashThoughts today. just overall, by far one of the better epsidoes this season, and honestly?
I think flash is gonna have a great last few episodes. It should haven been a great last season, especially after last season showed just how great this show could be when the writers prioritize their strengths, but at least it looks like the ending is gonna be pretty cool, cuz this episode shows all the signs of Eric Wallace's better work.
It's an epic Flash event dealing with Thawne and the Negative Speed Force with deep personal and cosmic stakes cutting to the heart of Barry's character by pitting him up against the darkest threats reality can muster.
So we may as well enjoy the ride <3
And hey, at least Grant Gustin isn't a criminal about to be overshadowed in their first headlining feature as The Flash by fanservice. It would be an awful disaster for that to be the case for a Flash actor, don't you think?
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Dazed
Stoner!Geto Suguru x ReaderÂ
(and implied Geto x Gojo hhehe)
WC ~3.2k
You get higher than intended, and Geto gets more hands-on than expected. Even with his friend (?) sleeping just a few feet away.
Contains: NSFW and DC - dubcon and manipulation. Drug use, degradation, oral sex (both male and female receiving), unprotected sex, and potentially voyeurismÂ
Gojo is already too high to be of any use by the time you arrive. You see him sprawled across a couch as Geto opens the door for you, eyes lidded over, an unusually tranquil smile gracing his lips. He does still manage to grin when he sees you, waving a lazy hand in your direction.
âHe was more fun half an hour ago,â says Geto, sitting you down on the other, smaller sofa as he pulls his lighter from the low table in front of you. âAlways gets all giggly for a while before he calms down.â
âNuh-uh,â Gojo contributes. âBeen fine this whooole time.â
âMhm.â Geto smiles patronizingly at his friend as he hands you the lighter.
You giggle quietly and clumsily flick the silver wheel at the top. It does nothing.
âHave you not used one of those before?â
Embarrassed, you shake your head. âNope. Iâve only smoked a couple times. Someoneâs always done it for me.â
âYouâre cute.â Geto holds out his hand, and you place the small black box in his palm. âItâs like this.â He holds it straight up and quickly strokes his thumb across the sparkwheel. A small flame ignites, dancing brightly in the dim, pungent room. âYour turn.â
He extinguishes the flame and hands it back to you. You nod silently, still a little flushed. âAnd⌠umâŚâ
âYou havenât used a bong before either, have you?â The condescending smile is trained on you, now. And you donât mind nearly as much as you should.
âMaybe not⌠I think I get it, though.â You point to the top of the glass tube in front of you. âMy mouth goes there.â You point to the bowl. âAnd the lighter goes there. And then I inhale.â
âSmart girl,â he purrs. âYou figured it out all by yourself.â He leans over you, pulling the implement closer, brushing your thigh as he withdraws his hand. âWant me to go first? Show you how itâs done?â
âNope,â you say, with much more confidence than you feel. âYou already had some before I got here. âS my turn now.â
He shrugs lazily, squeezing your shoulder in what you take as a gesture of encouragement. âIf you say so.â
You lean forward eagerly. Gojo sits up to watch, laughing as you curl your lips tight around the outside of the tube. âOy, Geto,â he laughs. âShe kinda looks like you did earlier -â
âShh.â Geto grins crookedly in his friendâs direction, pulling your head back before you can process whatâs just passed between them. âLips on the inside, sweetheart. Not over the rim.â
You nod, heart beating fast in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement and who-knows-what as you try again. Youâre proud of how much you manage to inhale, although the feeling of self-satisfaction is diminished by the unsupressable coughs which erupt from your lips as soon as you separate them from the glass.
âNot too bad.â Gojo claps slowly for you, so seemingly sincere that your pride starts to return. âThe coughs get better. Youâll learn.â
âWeâll teach you,â Geto elaborates, rubbing your back as youâre wracked by a second, smaller wave of coughs. âYouâre gonna be a real stoner pretty soon.â
âAm not,â you protest. âNot gonna smoke all the time like you idiots.â
âHm?â Gojoâs eyes seem a little brighter now, glinting sapphire as a beam of sunlight catches them through the window. âNah. I mean - maybe Iâm kind of an idiot right now. But Getoâs not. He knows what heâs doing.â
âYeah,â you say, already slightly dazed. âI know. He just taught me.â Youâre vaguely aware of his hand sliding from your back down your waist. Itâs warm and soft, and you canât seem to make yourself care as it brushes your hip bone.
âYeah.â Gojoâs eyes train on Getoâs movements. They widen briefly, then narrow as the bright light fades, overshadowed by a passing cloud. âMhm. Man knows how to hold his smoke.â He falls back down onto the couch, folding his hands behind his head. âYou donât, though.â
You giggle as he closes his eyes, a smirk small but plain on his handsome face. âYup. âM already feeling kinda. Hm.â Youâre not quite sure how to describe the feeling. And itâs so hard to think at all, with Getoâs long fingers slowly crawling up your thigh.Â
ââm sleepy. You guys - have fun, okay?â You lean your head against Getoâs shoulder. A few minutes later, Gojoâs head drops off to the side, his breathing slowed to a slow and peaceful rhythm.
âHe wonât be up for a while,â says Geto. âJust us, okay?
You nod. Heâs so warm, and - he seems so much more alert than you. It comes from experience, you suppose. You nod again, absently, shivering a bit as his fingertips slide along your hips.Â
âSensitive, hm?â
âHuh?âÂ
âIâm barely even touching you, sweetheart. And youâre already getting all⌠hm.â He exhales gently as you turn your eyes towards his. Heâs close enough for you to pick out each individual eyelash, thick and dark, blinking slowly as you lean closer.Â
âI smoked too much, I think.â You giggle, high and soft, laying your hand over his as it works at the silver button fastening your jeans. You can practically taste the tang of his breath. âDonât do this much.â
âHonestly, I didnât even think youâd come. I thought you might be a little⌠straight laced. A good girl, you know?â
âUh-huh. âCause I am.â You lower your face to cough again and then bring it back up, grinning sheepishly, biting your lip. âMaybe not right now, though.â
âAbsolutely not.â He takes the back of your head, surprising you - youâd almost forgotten, in your haze, that he had another hand. âAnd thatâs alright. In fact, I want to keep you just like this.â He presses you forward, and suddenly you really can taste him - his breath, his lips, his tongue, almost sloppy against your face as he drags down the zipper of your jeans. âNot too loud, now.â
You glance over at his friend, sleeping soundly just feet away. âI talk quiet. Iâll be good.â
Geto smiles, baring his front teeth. âI wasnât referring to your talking.â
You suppress a gasp as two of his fingers slide over you, pressed tight against your panties by the denim seams above them.Â
âBad girl. Didnât I just tell you to be quiet?â
You nod, biting your lip to keep from making another, louder noise as he nudges your panties aside. ââm sorryâŚâ
âBut I know you just couldnât help yourself. So Iâll have to help you, instead.â His hand wraps around your shoulder and slaps over your mouth, suppressing your whines as the other set of fingers spreads you open. âYou are a bad girl, arenât you? All wet when Iâve barely touched you.â
You squirm, letting out a whimper behind his hand. The movement guides your cunt over his fingers, and you moan again as his fingertips brush up against your clit.
âDonât wake him up, sweetheart. Iâm sure he wouldnât mind, but - I want you all to myself.â With one last slow, gentle stroke, he pulls his hand from between your thighs, moving the other from your mouth so he can wipe the mess youâve made on your cheek. âAnd you want all my attention, too, donât you?â
âYeah. Mhm.â You feel almost dizzy, now, struggling to speak even now that heâs allowing it.Â
âYou wanna be good for me?â
Good, bad. You donât really know which one he thinks you are, or which one would describe how youâre acting right now. But you want to agree so badly. Just to see him smile at you again. âYes. Yesyesyes. Wanna be good for you, Geto.â
âOf course you do.â You feel warm all over again as his white-toothed smile makes another appearance, just for you. Especially when he touches you. Right under your shirt, working his slow way up your stomach. âHow about you be really good and take this off for me, hm?â
âYessir.â You open and close your mouth slowly as you pull your shirt over your head. It feels cottony, full and dry. You stick your tongue out and look down, cross-eyed, at your own finger as you run it over your tongue, testing whether itâs really somehow dried up. âHahh-â
Geto catches your wrist, looking at you with an intensity that almost frightens you. âWhatâre you doing now, sweetheart?â
âUmâŚâ you cock your head to the side, suddenly confused. His eyes are pretty, his face not nearly as flushed as your own feels. âI donât know,â you giggle. âDo you know?â
âNot exactly. But I wouldnât say I mind.â You squeak in surprise as he lifts you from the couch, depositing you on the floor in front of him. âIt did get me thinking about some things, though.â
You look up at him, leaning forward, eyes wide. âWhatchu mean?â
âMmâŚâ He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back into the cushion of the couch behind him. âTake your tits out right now and Iâll tell you.âÂ
âOh.â You donât think heâs joking. Not even a little. So you nod seriously, immediately reaching back to fumble over the clasp of your bra.
He brings his arms forward, latching his hands over yours and deftly separating the hooks from their loops.
âThank youuuu.â You smile as the cups fall from your breasts, leaving you naked above the waist. âOkay. Now, you have to tell me.â
âMhmm.â He cups your breasts, running his thumbs over your hard nipples as he squeezes gently underneath. âI was thinking about using your mouth properly. It looked so empty with just a finger inside.âÂ
You shake your head side to side, trying to clear it of whatever fuzz is inhibiting your comprehension. âWhatâŚâ
He glances down at your jeans, already undone, their high waist bunched low on your hips, then to his, fastened and peaked noticeably under the zipper. âI want your mouth on my cock.âÂ
âOhâŚâ you blink up at him, setting a wary hand on his thigh.
He reaches forward and grabs the back of your head. âNow. You wanna be good for me, right?â
âUhuh. I do. Mhm.â You place your chin on the couch between his legs, looking up as his palm urges you forward. You open your mouth, sucking at him through the fabric dividing you.Â
âTake it out yourself. Youâre clumsy right now, and I want to watch you try.â
âNo âm notâŚâ Your words are undercut by the way you fumble with the metal disk. In a second, though, you manage it, pushing the button and zipper aside. He lifts his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear down his legs, laughing indulgently when you get distracted by the way his cock slaps against his navel. Eager to prove yourself, you lean forward, licking a thick stripe up his cock before swirling your tongue around the tip.
âYou can do better than that.âÂ
You look up, pulling your mouth away with a small pop. âOh⌠I really am trying -â
âI know.â He laces a hand in your hair, ruffling it, letting a few strands fall over your face. âYouâre really having a hard time right now, arenât you? I can tell.â A corner of his mouth twitches at your innocently saddened expression. âDonât worry. Iâll help you.â His face lights up - heâs making it do that, maybe, or maybe itâs just happening on its own. You canât tell. âMake it nice and easy for you, okay?âÂ
âAh-huh.â You sit back on your heels. âGonna help me.â
âMhm.â He stands up in front of you, keeping his grip tight on your hair the whole time. âJust get up on your knees and open your mouth, okay?âÂ
You quickly pick up your thighs from your heels, lolling your tongue out as your eyes flick up and down, taking in the way he towers over you, the way his hair, half down, frames his face even from this low angle. âAll done. âM waiting.â
âGood girl.â You beam, wide-mouthed, and stick your tongue out even farther as he closes the distance between you. âDonât pull back, okay?â
âAh -ah!â He jerks you forward, shoving into your mouth before you can say anything in response. Youâre vaguely aware of his mouth, still - heâs sighing, almost humming with approval, but you donât really notice. You just try not to gag as he uses you, holding your head still and fucking your mouth, thrusting harder each time you moan around him, each time he sees drool trail from your lips. Finally, itâs too much. You wretch around his cock and tug your head away. âIâm - Iâm sorry -â you pant, screwing your mouth up in an expression of disappointment. âJust - need a break.â
âHm?â Some of the bright glow fades from his eyes as he leans over, replaced by a darker gleam. âToo much for you already?â He grasps your jaw tight in one hand as the other tugs on your hair. âI thought you wanted to give me what I wanted. Are you so dazed and stupid right now that you forgot?â
âNo - no, Iâm not. I remember.â You want to withdraw into yourself, frightened by his sudden change in tone, but you canât look away. The nail of his index finger strokes across your lips, willing them to part. âJust - need a second. Please.âÂ
âHm.â He presses harder on your mouth, forcing his finger inside. âYouâre not feeling bad, are you? You decided to come here today. Right? You decided to get yourself into trouble. Decided to smoke more than you could handle like the stupid little stoner bitch you are.âÂ
You try to talk around his finger, blinking back tears as your response comes out muffled. âMm-mmm. âM not like that.â What does he mean by trouble? you wonder. Whyâs he being so, sooo mean?Â
He makes eye contact with you as he sees the confusion rising in your face. You breathe a sigh of relief as his gaze softens, smiling back at him as he wipes his drool-covered finger across your face. âNevermind, sweetheart. I say things like that sometimes, but I donât mean anything by it. You know that, right?â
âOh.â You giggle, suddenly feeling very foolish. âRight. I know.â You lean forward again. âI donât need more of a break. Iâm okay.â
âGood.â He lets go of your hair, letting it fall in strands against your neck. âIsnât your mouth tired, though? I think it must be. I think youâre ready to try something else.â You open and close your mouth again. It still feels full and dry, stuffed with puffy clouds. âHow about you take these off -â he points, guiding your eyes to your half-fallen jeans â- and then weâll do something new, okay?â
âYeahâŚâ You get on your back, right between the table and the couch, knocking your foot into a table leg as you do. âOopsâŚâ You glance in Gojoâs direction, but he doesnât move.
âShh.â Geto shakes his head as you grin up at him, taking a moment to watch you struggle before lowering himself to the floor with you. âI donât want to have to share you, do I?â
âMmmâŚâ Itâs hard for you to think as he lifts your hips, pulling your panties down past your knees. âNope. No. You donât.â
He wraps each hand around one of your thighs, spreading them wide. âYouâre such a smart little thing.â
âThank - Tha -â You stutter to a stop as he nips at your inner thigh. âOoo.â He bites again, higher and harder, and you tighten your legs around his head.
âWhat were you saying?â He looks up, narrowing his eyes as you fumble over your own tongue. âAre you really having that much trouble? Iâm only asking you to say a few words.â
âI was - was saying-â You gasp softly as he drags his tongue over your cunt, and lose your train of thought all over again.
âIâll help you,â he says. He laps at you, long and slow, drawing another soft noise from your lips. âIâm going to do that again. And youâre going to say what you were trying to say a moment ago. Gonna be a good, polite girl and thank me.â
You sit up and nod quickly, letting your head fall back as he follows through on his words. âMm - mhmm. Thank you, Geto. Ahh -â Your hips chase after him as he pulls away, suddenly grinding against empty air. âNononono. Please come back.â
âYouâre cute.â He circles two fingers around your clit before pushing them inside you, curling back and making you squirm as he continues to talk, his voice slow and calming and steady. âI could give you more than my tongue, if you wanted.â
âMore?â Youâre staring so intently at his hand that you have to force yourself to blink. âYou - ahhh - you wanna give me even more?â
âMhm.â His two fingers split inside you, stretching you open. âIâm being very generous, arenât I? Letting you take my cock even when youâre acting like this.â
âHow Iâm acting? Oh...â You really donât know how youâre acting. And at this moment, you feel like it doesnât matter. As long as heâs really going to let you -
âAnswer me, sweetheart.â
You push your hips forward, forcing his fingers inside of you to the hilt. âUh-huh. Youâre gonna give me your cock. Gonna feel sooo nice.â You look up, remembering something as he tilts his head. Remembering what he likes to hear. âThank you.â
âMy pleasure.â He squeezes your thighs harder as he lifts them, pushing them back as he swells forward, splitting you open in a single stroke that leaves you feeling even more dazed than before. âDonât close your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me.â
âAh - ah -â He doesnât need to tell you. You canât look away. Your eyes are too wide, too big, overwhelmed by the sight of his face above you as your body is overwhelmed by the jolts and shivers he sends through you. Youâre moaning, you think, or maybe just gasping for breath. He might be, too, but youâre not focused on what you can hear. Only what you can feel, vibrating through your core and your legs, flowing through your entire body, its warm intensity at odds with the static of your mind. You let go, let it flow through you, only slightly aware of the way Getoâs cock pulses inside you, letting go in just the same way.Â
A moment later, he lets your legs lower to the floor, falling over you and meeting your mouth with his own. âSuch a good girl. So good.â
âYouâre good,â you whisper, quiet and flushed.
Youâre confused when he laughs to himself. âYou think so, huh?â he mutters.Â
âYea. Mhm.â As he eases off of you, you sit up and reach for your jeans, still crumpled carelessly around your ankles.
âWhatever you say.â
You bend forward, trying to catch his gaze as he turns from you. As youâre trying, you see Gojoâs face in the corner of your eye, looking just suspicious enough to make you turn completely in his direction.
The blue eye closest to you winks shut. Half a second after you notice it staring.
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It's the Thought that Counts ⣠njm
⣠genre: implied f2l, fluff, pining, female reader
⣠wc: 1.3k
⣠summary: In which you're Jaemin's plus-one to a wedding and questions start to run through your head rent-free
⣠an: (pretend Jaemin and Jaehyun are cousins in this)âidk if this is cute, but it was cute to me (ââżâ), it's lowkey cliche but who doesn't like cliches... anyways, gonna start writing 'shorter' scenarios so I can post more frequently, enjoy!!
There was no denying that youâd rather be at home binge-watching a kdrama right now instead of attending a wedding. But because Jaemin had asked you to be his plus one ever so cutely, you couldnât help but give in to his pleas before he could even begin his nearly endless tangent about why attending weddings was somehow significant to other events in life.
You had nothing against weddings, in fact, youâve watched the Crazy Rich Asians scene so many times you canât even count every single time you did, but it was the formality that made you not want to go. Though it was understandable why it was a formal occasion, you wished you didnât have to care so much about what you wore just to go. Yet here you were, sitting in the passengerâs seat of Jaeminâs car all glammed up to go to his cousin, Jaehyunâs, wedding
âThe guys are going, too, so not everyone will be complete strangers,â Jaemin mentioned, âI wanna see your reaction to them in suits and ties.â He turns into a parking lot in front of a venue that was completely packed. You could see other guests making their way into the building, smiles plastered effortlessly on their faces. You figured that this wouldnât be that bad, especially because of how joyful the occasion was.
Jaemin pulls into a free parking spot, double-checking his reflection in the mirror, âWhy didnât you tell me my hair is all weird?â
You shrugged, âI didnât think it looked bad.â And it was true, Jaemin looked good no matter how he was styled, but you swore to yourself you were not going to admit that out loud. Especially not to Jaemin.
You hear him huff before reaching up to fix tufts of his hair to look neater. He pats it down before nodding in satisfaction and turning to you, âAre you ready?â
âYeah, especially since it took you long enough to fix your hair,â you joked. Pulling the car door handle, it pops open, allowing you to slip out easily. Jaemin follows in pursuit, dusting off his suit as he stands up.
âYa! Na Jaemin!â You look around almost instantly, trying to pick out who called your best friend from the fairly large crowd of people. After a short while of searching, you finally identify them. Among those entering the weddingâs venue, you find the one and only Lee Jeno waving his arms shamelessly to catch yours and Jaeminâs attention, âOver here! Jaemin! Y/N!
You smiled and waved back, trying not to laugh obnoxiously at how ridiculous Jeno looked. As you and Jaemin begin making your way to him, you could see Mark and Chenle join Jeno at the curb, waving along.
âYou guys look handsome as always,â you compliment, wondering why Jaemin wanted to see your reaction as if youâd be laughing your ass off at the sight of boys in suits.
Mark beams, âYou look beautiful, as always.â
You miss Jaemin throwing a look at Mark before turning to you, âHey, you didnât say that to meâŚâ You turned to find Jaemin looking back at you with a pout and a puzzled set of eyebrows, âDonât I look good?â
You feel your heartbeat quicken in pace at your friendâs wish for a compliment, âOnly a little.â A lie. He looked the most attractive out of basically everyone present, but you knew that if you did end up telling him that he looked handsome as hell, it was you who was gonna be losing your shit and not Jaemin. Jaemin would use this opportunity to tease you, and any boosted attention from Jaemin was basically someone asking to be punched in the gut (and hard).
Ignoring the stank glare Jaemin gave you for your reply, you turn back to Mark, Jeno, and Jeno, âAnyways⌠Where are the others?"
âInside getting seats,â Chenle replied, âI guess we should go in and join them.â The rest nodded, all turning towards the building and following the other guests through the many entrances. You stuck by Jaeminâs side, who had suddenly gone quiet at the sight of all of his relatives and family friends
âJaeminie! Is that you?â Out of nowhere, an older boy approaches your small group on the way to the main ceremony area. Jaemin motions for you all to go ahead of him, âWait! Whoâs this? Your girlfriend?â Before you could leave Jaeminâs side to follow the other three, the curious look Jaeminâs relatives had been giving you stopped you in your tracks. He was talking about you.
Jaemin abruptly chokes on air, brows raising in a slight panic. His attention shoots towards you, eyes wide at the assumption, âOh! Nononono, this is myâuhâreally good friend, Y/N!â He laughs awkwardly and turns back to his relative. Did you notice the way his ears turned red?
You would be lying if you said that that hurt a bit, but it was true. You nodded, âNice to meet you!â
âY/N this is my cousin, Youngbin,â Jaemin introduces, âWell, Youngbin, nice talking to you, but we really need to get to our seats before theyâre gone.â
âNo problem,â he smiles, âMy mom��s holding my seat, I just had to go find something.â Jaemin nods before maneuvering you towards the actual ceremony area, leaving Youngbin without hesitation.
âIâm sorry about that,â he mumbles, âHeâs always been really blunt and stuff.â You two spot the others sitting closer to the front but still in the middle seats.
âItâs okay, Jae,â you say, âIt happens.â
Jaemin could only respond with a smile before you both were settled in a spot together between Donghyuck and Jisung.
âYou two look cute~â Donghyuck whispers into Jaeminâs ear. There was a hint of a joking tone lining his words, yet Jaemin could sense he was serious.
âHyuck, shut up,â he whispers back, poking his thigh, âMy cousin already mistook her as my girlfriend and she looked offended.â The guests were quickly getting settled, meaning that the ceremony was about to begin.
âYou do look like a couple, though, not gonna lie,â Donghyuck shrugs and shifts away into Markâs side before Jaemin could even attempt subtly poking at him again.
âYeah, whatever,â Jaemin mumbles. I wish.
The ceremony soon begins, shutting up any ongoing. conversation within the room. Everything went as planned. It was just like they were in movies or shows or books. The groomâs reaction to the brideâs entrance was your favourite part; the reactions of the guests to the bride was a beautiful experience too.
Throughout the entire ceremony, you couldnât help picture how your wedding would be like or how you would want it. Yes, it was somewhat selfish thinking about yourself during the joyous occasion of another, but there was no stopping your active mind, especially since you were currently attending a wedding.
Would it be better for there to be many guests or only limited to close family and friends? What about the colours? A theme? Which of your friends would you choose as the maid of honour? Where would want it to be?
You let your thoughts run free while miraculously still paying attention to the emotional ceremony. At one point during the vows, you felt a tear threaten to fall, but you sucked it back in.
If someone had been able to read your mind, they were probably drowning in countless of your questions to yourself. It was then the final question had somehow overshadowed the previous ones.
At that moment, the minister spoke with his chest, âYou may now kiss the bride!
Watching the two newlyweds lean kiss, you feel yourself unconsciously turn your head up to look at Jaemin, who had been completely stuff throughout the wedding.
Who would your groom be?
As the guests all begin to clap for the couple at the front of the room, your eyes settle on Jaemin, heartbeat skyrocketing.
Jaemin was already looking back at you. And little did you know, he was asking himself who his bride would be.
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âbrokenâ miya atsumu.
a/n : lol i almost cried writing this so enjoy.
warnings : angst, physical violence (slap), mentions of cheating, mild swearing, me not proof reading.
ây/n, i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life by your side, so will you marry me?â you watched your boyfriend of four years get on one knee. he had told you earlier on to dress up nicely as it was a âspecialâ occasion. you assumed the only reason was the fact that the two of you were going to one of the best resturants in the city which would no doubt produce a bank breaking bill. but you were wrong, the occasion was special and you could easily name it as one of the best moments of your life.
it was hard to imagine that anything would be able to overshadow this, the feeling of bliss in your heart as he said those words to you, the sparkle in your eyes as you watched him pull at the ring which he clearly spent a fortune on, the round of applause ringing in the background from the on-lookers who were also dining. perhaps the only thing that would be better than this would be the birth of your first child, or all your children in fact.
youâd always imagined a life with miya atsumu the moment he asked you to be his girlfriend, you knew that he was more of the apartment type, specifically penthouses since his professional volleyball career allowed him a generous pay. you on the other hand had always been a house type, you longed for something big enough to nurture a family in, the two of you had been bickering about this for years since high school since the both of you were so sure that you would end up being his wife.
âyes, yes, yes oh my god of course iâll marry you.â you squealed in excitement leaping into his arms with the biggest smile you had ever flaunted in your entire life. and those were the words he wanted to hear more than anything because he too had imagined a perfect life with you.. if only he could abide by it.
you rested in his arms, only pulling away to run your fingers over the pricey ring he had bought you. and of course he knew youâd love it when you had it saved to one of your pinterest boards for years.
âcongratulations.â an array of customers proclaimed giving in to the celebratory atmosphere. truly, this was everything you could have asked for in life, you had a wonderful fiance, a beautiful place to live, you were thriving in your career and your social life was buzzing, curtesy of many of atsumuâs friends.
âdo you like it?â he asked taking your hand to admire how beautiful you looked under the lighting positioned directly under your table. in addition, the stunning dress you had picked for the night was making you anything but resistible. how badly he wanted to tear the fabric off you and pound into you until sunrise was something he was struggling to hide.
âitâs beautiful.â you were mesmerised by the sight of it and your fiancĂŠâs thoughtfulness, there was a love erupting in you that you werenât even aware it was possible to feel for another person.
âletâs go home and.. celebrate.â he smirked with a smug expression on his face leading you towards the car. you knew exactly what he was thinking and how needy he was getting but tonight especially you would allow him to indulge in his lewd thoughts.
he held the car door open for you, he noted how much you loved this model, in fact it was your favourite one. it was one of the many things he noted about you as he planned to buy all the things you liked. maybe then you would forgive him, right? he hoped so.
he tapped against the steering wheel as the two of you drove down the night streets of tokyo, you assumed it was out of impatience because you were too distracted by your own thoughts to be as observant as usual with your boyfriends emotional state.
ây/n.. i need to tell you something.â he looked out of the window avoiding making eye contact with you as his drumming got louder. you turned to face him, readying yourself for him to make one of his usual silly jokes, or maybe one of his lewd speeches that would often come out when he got particularly riled up by you.
âwhat is it?â you asked with a light chuckle, the atmosphere of just a few minutes ago still buzzing within you.
âi- thereâs no right way to say this but .. a couple months ago i slept with another woman and â i canât bear the thought of you marrying me without knowing.â his words spilled out, there was barely a space between them and to any one else it would have been completely incoherent.
âwhat are you talking about âtsumu? thatâs not funny.â you rolled your eyes with a smile leaning back into the passenger seat feeling the way the car moved on the smooth roads beneath you. there was a brief pause before atsumu decided to speak again, and between those seconds you thought absolutely nothing of his words. how you wish he would have just laughed along and stayed quiet, why? why did he have to tell you?
âiâm being serious.â he clenched his jaw causing you to whip your head in his direction, his eyes were still ahead on the road but he could feel your glare boaring into his skull. he couldnât bare to face you, no â he didnât deserve to face you.
âwhat?â your expression faltered, a new atmosphere dawned between the both of you. one that was a lot thicker â almost suffocating and heavily juxtaposed the one from the resturant. there was a million thoughts going through your mind right now, how was this possible? how did you not notice? how long had this been going on? why was he just telling you now? it was almost impossible to process it all at once with the feeling of your heart pounding out of your chest and your stomach getting ready to reject the food that you had eaten just minutes ago.
âiâm sorry i just, i got carried away that day you know? it was only a one time thing but iââ his voice was cut off by a harsh slap to his cheek. you watched as the surface of his face turned red, he didnât bother reprimanding you for getting physical, if he was being honest he expected it from you, actually he expected more. it was almost scary the way you werenât shouting and screaming at him, the way you werenât kicking and clawing away at him, it made him feel all the much worse.
you sighed to yourself, your breath was shaky as your heart was shattering in your chest and you hadnât even noticed that you were crying. maybe it was because you were too occupied realising the way your life had all come crashing down in a matter of moments. your fiancĂŠ had cheated on you.. what does that mean for your relationship? would you even call him your fiancĂŠ anymore? and what about your home with him? not to mention the friendships you had with an array of his friends. what did this all mean?
âwhy?â your voice was below a whisper, you could barely muster up the voice to speak, there was a sickening feeling in your chest that you were way too focused on instead of your words.
âit wasnât you.. itâs never been you, youâre perfect youâre everything iâve ever wanted, i donât know why, iâm just an idiot i was so stupid and iâve regretted it everyday since... but iâm gonna fix it i promise iâll fix it.â his voice was shaky and uneven, you could tell without looking at him that he was on the verge of tears. but that was nothing compared to what you were feeling. the fact that you had laid next to him for months without knowing that he had bedded another woman. did he touch her the way he did you? did he prefer her to you? was she prettier than you?
âhow? how are you going to fix it?â you turned to him, tears staining your mascara and eyeliner, there was no doubt know that you looked like a mess. what you didnât know is that atsumu still thought you were the prettiest girl in the world but you were too occupied being hit by the crushing realisation that the best moment of your life had just turned into the worst. love had so easily turned to hate and all your time together meant absolutely nothing to you anymore.
âwell weâre going to get married right? and youâve always liked this car right babe? iâll buy you one. and thereâs that house you always wanted, i can put a down payment on it todayââ
âno.â you buried your head into your hands at the thought of your next words. four years? what did four years of your life mean now? what did you have left? âweâre not getting married.â
âwhaâ but you already said yes, come on donât be like that, donât you remember it was just a few minutes ago, you were so happy.â he spewed out words frantically, desperate to say something, anything, that would make you stay. he was prepared to sell his soul if it meant keeping you by his side, the only woman he had ever loved, the only one he had ever imagined a future with, the only one he wanted to start a family with, you were his everything.
âthat was before you told me that you cheated on me and here you are throwing all these material things at me, a car? really miya? four years together and youâre here treating me like some gold-digging whore after breaking my heart? thatâs why you proposed to me isnât it? you think this ring will make me stay.â you were crying uncontrollably now and nothing atsumu could say to you or offer you would ever make you feel better.
âmiya? y/n please i donât know what else to do iâm trying to be honest with youââ
âpull over.â you interrupted him once again and he had no choice but to oblige. he knew that right now he was in no position to deny your wishes. but this was all temporary.. because you would come around right?
âi donât understand why you would do this to me.â you bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, your head was spinning and it felt like your throat was closing up. you needed to leave, because miya atsumu was now too suffocating for you to be around.
âi know, i know iâm sorry, please y/n iâm so sorry â look iâm getting the house now i still want a future with you.â he tugged on your arm begging you to look at his phone where he was already entering his account details for the place you had been fawning over.
âdonât fucking touch me.â you swatted his hand away. you didnât want him to be anywhere near you knowing how close he had been with another.
âiâll give you space if you need it, iâll give you whatever you want just please â donât leave me, please donât.â his hands were shaking now as he tried entering various different numbers into his phone, he didnât care if he had to buy the entire house now, heâd pay for the whole thing this second if it meant he could walk you down the aisle in a couple months time.
âi donât need anything from you.. i donât want this anymore, forget about that house, forget about a family together, forget about marrying me.â
âno no no y/n youâre just angry right now but please donât say things like that you donât know how it makes me feel.â he turned to face you and his heart clenched at the tears running down your face. your makeup was smudged and you had pushed yourself to the very edge of the car just to make sure you were as far away from him as possible.
âand what about how i feel huh? did you think about that when you were fucking some other girl wherever the two of you were? you have no idea how i feel, you have no idea..â you brought your hands to your face, concealing your weak figure from his eyes.
âi donât want this.â you removed the ring from your finger, the same one you had saved to your pinterest board for years, the same one you had imagined atsumu using to propose to you countless times, the same one that had featured in both the best and worst moment of your life.
ây/n please..â his words were stuck in his throat now, he was finally realising that there was nothing he could say â nothing he could do to make you stay. you wouldnât come around, you respected yourself too highly for that, he would never be able to call you his again. what did his life mean?
âi hate you miya atsumu.â you pushed the door open walking out of his car despite how much he begged you to stay. you didnât care how he chased you down the road, you didnât care what he said to you, you didnât think you would ever care again.. you didnât have it in you.
and the curse placed upon atsumu? he would never be able to find love again, because he betrayed the only person to stay by his side with unconditional love for years .. there was no one on the planet who loved him the way you did.
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you jump; i jump
sunwoo x readerÂ
requested from sensory prompts #46: the waver in someoneâs voice when theyâre stressed
genre: spy au, exes (ish) to lovers
wc: 5.6kÂ
warnings: cursing, tiny bit of gore/blood
Sunwoo used to pride himself for being able to keep his cool, in even the most unimaginable situations. He kept his exterior when Haknyeon turned out to be double crossing their agency, Creker, and secretly sending information to a rivaling one the whole time. Sunwoo didnât crack when his entire mission in Sydney blew up right in his fucking face, never even flinched when his gear malfunctioned dumping him in a hospital for a week. But all those instances seem to fall flat now. All the times where Sunwoo stayed strong seem to disappear the moment he feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around only to come face to face with you. âWhat are you-â he falters, grasping at the last bits of crumbling pride and hanging on to the dip in his voice. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âYou forgot this,â you continue, ignoring him entirely, âforgot it in Vienna specifically.â You dangle a watch in front of his face. The same watch he lost somewhere in Austria three months ago, at the same time that he was in the middle of the most intense and longest mission the agency had ever given him, and more notably, around the same time he met you. âDonât look so shocked.â You scoff when he fails to respond. âYou told me you were gonna be here.âÂ
Sunwoo laughs, except itâs less of a laugh and more of an exhale of pure disbelief. âI know what I said, but youâreâŚâ his voice trails off, some part of him unable to finish the sentence and another part of him still too disturbed to believe it.Â
You tilt your head with faux confusion. âIâm what?â
Sunwoo gulps. âYouâre supposed to be dead.â
VIENNA, AUSTRIAÂ
THREE MONTHS AGOÂ
Sunwoo remembers, with a starling amount of clarity, all that happened three months ago. He can recall every day he spent roaming the streets of Vienna with you despite the way heâs been trying to drown out the memories and douse his lingering feelings.Â
When he met you at a pub on one of his first nights there, he told himself he entertained your conversation because, well, to put it bluntly, he thought you were cute. Although the small tug in his gut doesnât help justify why he found himself stumbling back to his hotel room with you by his side. And thereâs really no good excuse for the tiny sting of disappointment Sunwoo feels when he wakes up alone the next morning.Â
Itâs two days after that night when Sunwoo sees you again, sitting on a bench with a book in one hand and a to-go cup of coffee in the other. Itâs an odd coincidence that he should see you in Vienna again, but the small pang of doubt is quickly replaced with a more promising burst of elation. Sunwoo canât tell if itâs exhilarating or terrifying.
âAh,â you mutter when you notice him approaching, âSunwoo right?â Itâs a facade, Sunwoo thinks to himself, he knows you remember his name, knows you only pretend to forget. But he doesnât mention that, instead he nods rather lamely, shoving his fists into his pockets and burying away the voice of reason in the back of his head telling him this is a mistake. âSit.â You say, moving your things to the other side of the bench and patting the now empty spot next to you. âIâve been waiting for you.âÂ
And in retrospect, itâs quite obvious that Sunwoo should have found the words alarming. Really, he should have begun to put his guard up the second he spotted you in Vienna again. But at that moment in time, the only thing Sunwoo can think to ask is if he was worth the wait.Â
Your tongue darts out, swiping at your bottom lip in thought for the smallest of seconds, before disappearing into your mouth again. âYeah,â you say, lips turning up into an intrigued smile, âyou were.âÂ
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Sunwoo doesnât think much of the way he comes to trust you so easily, telling you the truth about his job in the darkness of the hotel room. He doesnât think anything of the way you hang onto his every word without ever sharing much about yourself. And when one day, you sit down at the cafe booth across from him and ask, âwhatâs your current mission,â Sunwoo doesnât think twice before telling you everything about his objective to infiltrate Pegasus. He also doesnât notice the phone call you make soon after.Â
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When the truth does come out, it comes fast, like water rushing off a cliff and crashing into Sunwoo sitting unsuspecting at the bottom. It comes in the form of a charity event that he only attends as part of the mission which sent him to Vienna to begin with. The truth arrives, like a rock in his gut, at the same second that Sunwoo sees you across the hall. You, who he last saw at the hotel, and you, whoâs supposed to be on a train to Paris right now. And when your eyes finally catch his, thereâs something unmistakable swimming in them. Youâve been caught, Sunwoo thinks, finally placing a name to the familiar way you swallow and dart your eyes around the room. Sunwoo recognizes the feeling, vaguely remembers the rush he felt once in Santiago and again in New York.Â
âI can explain,â you hiss, quiet and breathless, finding him outside the hall after a few minutes.Â
And Sunwoo knows he should be dying for an explanation of what youâre doing here or who youâre really working with. Some small part of Sunwoo knows that he should already be replaying every conversation and trying to determine how much information heâs given you to use against him. But another, larger part of him, thatâs poking at his heart and prodding at his brain, chooses to stare at your lying eyes, study the face heâs come to memorize, and lamely ask, âhow much ofâŚâ his voice tapers off, gesturing to the empty space in between you two, âof this was a lie?â
You donât respond, but in the silence Sunwoo finds the answer anyways.Â
All of it.
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Itâs not long after that night that a new message from the case officer shows up for him. Â
Youâre on thin ice. New mission: get rid of that Pegasus agent.Â
PRESENT TIMEÂ
THREE MONTHS AFTER VIENNA
âYou still havenât told me what youâre doing here?â Sunwoo asks you again, shifting in his plastic red chair and keeping his gaze focused on the street youâre both seated beside. He hadnât planned on hanging out after crossing paths with you earlier today. In fact, the only thing he wanted to do was put as much distance between the two of you as possible, but when you offer him a meal in exchange for a conversation, his rumbling stomach agrees before he can even consider the offer. The scene you lead him to is a busy one, filled with people rushing down the road and bustling behind each of the food stalls. Itâs a mosh-posh of neon signs, kicked up dust, and the aroma of food being fried. More importantly, itâs a loud area, one where you and Sunwoo can talk freely without the worry of being heard by someone seated nearby. He takes a bite into his skewer, waiting for your response.Â
âAnd you still havenât told me why you didnât follow through with the mission,â you counter, twirling your lime green straw with the tip of your finger. âThe one where you were supposed to kill me.âÂ
You say it plainly, but something in Sunwooâs stomach turns hard at the reminder anyways. âWeâre spies,â he mutters behind clenched teeth, ânot assassins.âÂ
âI donât know,â you shrug, taking a sip from your coke, âthe job description is pretty vague.âÂ
The words are met with a taut silence, a snap of Sunwooâs eyes towards yours, and a search for any implication of murder behind the sentence.Â
âItâs a joke,â you choke, wiping the coke that slips from your mouth and quickly shaking your head, âI havenât killed anyone.â
âWell anyways,â Sunwoo continues, âI tried to finish the mission. Even hired someone to find you.â And as soon as the words leave his mouth, Sunwoo realizes heâs told you too much, realizes heâs let the truth slip too easily--again. Biting his lip, he thinks this must be what people mean when they say âold habits die hardâ.Â
âHe didnât follow through.â You tell him as if to fill him in on how exactly youâre still alive and sitting across from him right here, right now, miles away from Vienna and months after Sunwooâs hire took his money and ran. âBut you knew he wouldnât, didnât you?â
And this you say with a taunting smile, catching his eyes like thereâs a private joke concealed behind them. Sunwoo only gulps and pulls his focus back to the busy street.
âSo what do you want with me?â
âI left Pegasus.â You answer, clearing your throat.
Sunwoo waits. He waits for you to take it back, for you to laugh at his widened eyes and say itâs a joke. The punchline never comes. âYouâre an idiot.â He settles on.
âAnd Iâve got two agencies whoâd prefer me to be dead right about now.â You grimace. âBut despite the bounty on my head, Iâm still here which means youâre probably not on great terms with Creker either.â
âGet to the point.â
âWe both have people who want us dead. We both have next to nothing to lose at this point. So letâs team up.â You pause, checking Sunwooâs reaction. He watches you intently, body pushing against the creaking plastic table in an attempt to hear you better. With an almost mischievous glint in your eyes and a satisfied quirk, you continue: âLetâs take back what we stole for them.â
Thereâs a long moment where Sunwoo just stares at you, deciphering what to make of the proposition. You appear genuine, Sunwoo decides leaning away from the table until his back hits the chair, but Sunwoo isnât exactly sure how much he trusts his own judgement considering the last time he decided you were sincere you had been lying to him left and right.
Sunwoo lifts his hand to the vendor of the food stall youâre sitting by. The previous glint in your eyes is gone, overshadowed by a darker shade of doubt. âWhat are you doing?â you finally ask, voice lower and less excited than it had been a second ago.
With a tired sigh, he replies, âIâm gonna need more food while you explain your plan.â
Sunwoo has to swallow back the smile that nearly emerges at how happy you get.
--
Itâs a simple enough idea. Clear our names, you had explained, wipe ourselves entirely from both agencies. And itâll work too, Sunwoo realizes when you begin the second explanation on the logistics of the whole operation. The only downside to your plan is you. Because the last person Sunwoo wants to start a new mission with is the same person who broke his heart three months ago. And itâs bothersome, almost, how calm you are and how collected you appear, especially compared to how scattered Sunwoo feels just to be around you again.
âWhat do you think?â You ask once youâve explained your plan completely, tapping anxiously on the table.
âI think,â Sunwoo starts, inhaling deeply, âyouâve thought about this way too much.â
âWell, yeah,â you scoff, gulping down some more coke, âthree months is kind of a long time.â
And yeah, he thinks, it is. But despite the time thatâs passed since youâve last seen each other and despite the way Sunwoo thought he was over you, his stomach still flips each time you look his way. He just prays that the past three months have at least somewhat watered down how he used to feel about you.
âHow do I know you wonât ditch me after we clear you?â Sunwoo asks, pushing away the thoughts of lingering heartache to a corner of his mind.
âWeâll do you first.â You state simply. âSteal your file off Creker and get the bounty off your head first. Then weâll do me.â
âAnd then how do you know that I wonât ditch you?â
You falter at that, frowning for the smallest of seconds, then say, âI donât.â
Sunwoo nods, pretending to contemplate your offer. But in all transparency, Sunwoo knew heâd agree to your plan despite the bile that turns up at your name because with the way heâs been hiding in a crappy motel and eating instant ramen every night, itâs kind of hard to refuse any proposition that gives him the slightest chance at an out from Creker.Â
âOkay,â he finally utters, wiping the crumbs of his second skewer off his hands, âletâs do it.â You meet his eyes expectantly. Nodding, he says,
âLetâs team up.â
//
You and Sunwoo clash more than anything else on the first day of prepping for the mission, crammed in a corner of Sunwooâs dingy motel with two half finished cans of red bull sitting forgotten on the table, fighting about even the smallest details.
âI know the building,â Sunwoo argues, pointing to the floor plan you have pulled up on your laptop, âand this is the entrance we should use.â
âBut using this entrance,â you refute, dragging your finger across the screen to show him exactly what you mean, âwill give us better access to security and admin. And trust me, I know the building better than you do.â
âHow do youââ Sunwoo stills. Something seems to register in your eyes at that moment as well, a small recognition of the tiny slip up, a barely audible acknowledgement that comes in the form of a cough. And all at once, Sunwooâs reminded of the time he spent spilling his heart to you in Vienna under more covers than he was aware of. Sunwooâs harshly thrown against the realization that you mustâve been watching him, surveying him long before you ever found him in that Austrian pub.
âSee, I knew this wouldnât work.â He grumbles, shaking his head. âYou know too much about me. No, actually, you know everything about me. And I--â thereâs a dip in his tone, âI know nothing about you.â
âFine then, ask.â
âWhat?â
âWhatever it is you think will even the playing field between us. Whatever it is you want to know about me,â you shut the laptop and turn your body to face him completely, an action that exudes largely frustration but more faintly, guilt, âjust ask.â
--
Sunwoo learns more about you than he had intended to. He learns about the origin of the scar that runs along your spine. A fucked up operation in Shanghai, you tell him, writing over the lie you told him three months ago about it being from your childhood. He learns about your old partner Younghoon and about the shadow falling over your forehead at the sound of his name. Heâs told about how you got involved with Pegasus to begin with, a similar story to Sunwooâs beginning with Creker: an unlucky concoction of desperation and coincidence. You tell him, with reluctance, your most embarrassing story, followed by a long list of firsts and favorites. So by the time night falls, with two empty red bulls at the foot of the bed and the buildingâs floor plan now forgotten behind the black screen of your laptop, Sunwoo learns enough to rebuild a fraction of the trust he lost.
//
Everything goes smoother after that. You and Sunwoo seem to fall into a rhythm, meeting at a cafĂŠ in the morning and at the motel in the afternoon, planning out the missions with far less difficulty than before. A rather quick adjustment, from both of your ends, and an even faster allocation of responsibilities. He finds himself looking forward to sitting in front of your open laptop each day and conjuring new ways to distract you every hour.Â
And itâs after meeting up with you one night, not as partners butâperhaps more cruellyâas friends, that a dangerously familiar warmth blooms in his chest and refuses to wilt away when he sees you again the next day. Sunwoo knows that he should be doing something, anything to blow out the flame, but instead he feeds the fire and prays that this time it spreads from his heart to yours.
//
âWhereâd you get all of this?â Sunwoo questions one day when you show up at the motel with a suitcase full of equipment. An assortment of laptops, earpieces, weapons, and randomly picked gadgets.
âTook it from Pegasus before I left,â you smirk, pulling out an earpiece and holding it out in front of his ear. âYouâre usually on the field, right? The one in action?â He nods. âGood, you can be the agent for this mission then,â you mumble, setting down the earpiece and holding up another. âIâm usually the person behind the computer anyways. Was even a handler for a mission in Seoul once.â You place the earpiece in his palm and begin to pull out the other pieces of equipment from the suitcase.
âWhat about Vienna?â Sunwoo says, inspecting a certain gadget from the case. âYou were on the field then.â And itâs a question that wouldâve been asked with malice if it had come up a couple weeks ago, but right now, thereâs nothing but curiosity behind Sunwooâs words.
âOh,â you hesitate, a small smile appearing briefly, âI guess I do both.â
Sunwoo doesnât ponder over your answer for long.
Itâs later that day, right as youâre about to leave, that you frown at Sunwooâs head, matter-of-factly saying, âyou should change your hair before the mission.â Then, with a laugh bubbling behind your teeth, you add, âagain.â
(Sunwoo changed his appearance a lot. One of the tactics that had stuck from his training days. Never really in big ways, but small changes here and there every couple of months. Sometimes it was a new piercing that heâd wear for a year and let close up in the next, and other times the change came in the form of a temporary tattoo imprinted on his neck whilst in Vancouver with Kevin. When Sunwoo met you in Vienna his hair was a light brown that he had gotten done in Tokyo and hadnât bothered to touch up since. So when the time had come to change something again, he headed to the hair salon.
âWhenâd you do this?â you asked him that night, running a hand through the new red hair.Â
âJust today.â He answered, hoping you wouldnât ask for a reason.Â
âI like it.âÂ
âMore than the brown?â
âWay more.â You whispered, leaning in until he felt the breath of your words on his lips.Â
And in the moment before you closed the distance, Sunwoo had made a silent vow to never change his hair again.)
Sunwoo gets his hair done the day after you suggest it, and when he returns to the motel from the salon, he finds you already there.
âOh good, youâre back.â You mumble, arms full and an extra key card to his room that he had given you out of convenience a while back held between your teeth. âI just came to drop these off because I have to go toâ" you stop, straightening yourself and eyes fixated on him. âYou got your hair done.â
Itâs an observation, a small, stupid thing really. A comment made in passing that should feel routine with as much time as you and Sunwoo spend together and one that should feel even more mundane considering you were the one to suggest it. But thereâs something about the way you say the words that makes Sunwoo feel slightly breathless anyways. âYeah,â he finally affirms, running a hand through his now black hair, âI did.â
You nod in acknowledgement, setting the things in your hands down, then turn to leave.Â
âWait,â he calls out. You do, pausing three paces away from the door and give a long look to the hand heâs placed on your arm to stop you before turning around to face him. And the next words seem to fall off the edge of Sunwooâs mouth at that moment, tumbling back down his throat and landing heavily in the pit of his stomach. âDo you stillâŚâ he hesitates, attempting to smooth over the nervousness folding up in the corners of his mind.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDo you still like my hair?â
You consider it for a moment, bringing a hand up to tug at the new black fringe. And thereâs something unmistakably domestic about the way you tilt your head in concentration, eyes fixed on Sunwooâs hair as if thereâs nothing more important for you to be doing in this moment. He watches you evaluate his hair closely.Â
âYeah,â you finally say, eyes meeting his and something like a double meaning swimming in them, âI still like it.â
//
The first mission goes smoothly thanks to you sitting back at the motel instructing Sunwoo which turns to take and what files to download. So with a flash drive containing all the information he needs to free himself from the agency stuffed in his pocket, he turns to leave, whispering into his earpiece, âis the exit path clear?â
âShit.â
He stops walking. âWhat?â
âItâs blocked. I think I can get you out another way, but youâre not gonna like it.â
âJust tell me.â
âOkay, go one story below. Take two rights and then a left.â He does as you say, feet hitting the ground as quietly and as quickly as possible. The less time he spends in the building the better. âAt the end of the hall, thereâs a window.â You say once heâs near the place you directed him too. His stomach drops. âJump from it.âÂ
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â He breathes, studying the drop with grimace. âI really hate heights.â
âI know.â And thereâs a misplaced softness when Sunwoo hears you mutter, âI remember.â You wait a beat. âDo you trust me?âÂ
âDo I trust you?â He echoes, dread and disbelief coating his words. âI donât evenââ
âJust answer the question, Sunwoo. Do you?â
âIââ he studies the drop again, thinks and overthinks the newfound steadiness in your voice. Quietly, he mumbles, âyeah.â
âThen jump.â You tell him how exactly to do it as well, where to find the rope you packed and which hook is best to use. He does as you say, preparing for a jump he hasnât decided to take yet. And once everything is prepared, the only thing that passes between you and Sunwoo on the intercom is silence. âHey,â you mutter after a long while, something like a joke audible in your voice, âyou jump; I jump, jack.â
âExcept you arenât jumping.â
âTechnically, yes, thatâs true butââ
âOkay, okay, okay. Shut up.â Sunwoo inhales deeply, closing his eyes and letting silence fill the intercom again. The silence, however, is interrupted the second he hears a group of voices travelling from somewhere down the hall. His eyes snap open.
âSunwooââ
âFuck it.â
He jumps.
âÂ
âYouâre bleeding.â Is the first thing Sunwoo hears when he walks through the motel roomâs door, quickly followed by you rushing to him, tilting his head with a finger against his chin, and inspecting the cut above his eyebrow.Â
âYeah well your little jump stunt didnât make for the smoothest of landings.âÂ
He means it as a joke. A bad one he realizes when you pull your hand away, eyes dropping from his face and guilt hanging over your head. âSorry about that.âÂ
He shrugs. âIt didnât kill me.âÂ
âCome on,â you beckon, grabbing the first aid kit and heading to the bathroom, âIâll help you bandage them.âÂ
Sunwoo sits on top of the closed toilet lid, folding up his pant leg to examine the gash running across his shin. The cut, he realizes, isnât nearly as bad as it feels, but you make a small face at the sight of it anyways. It doesnât take you very long to clean the cut on his leg, quickly finishing it while kneeling on the cold bathroom tile and asking him questions about the mission.
âNo stitches?â He wonders when you pat a bandage in place.
You shake your head. âYou should be fine. Nothing more than a gloried scrape really.â You add teasingly while rearranging the objects in the first aid kit. And when you laugh at the look he gives you for the comment, Sunwoo does his best to ignore the fluttering that appears in his gut at the sound.Â
You move on from the cut on his leg, placing the first aid kid on top of the counter and poking the bruise thatâs forming above his knee before getting up yourself. He smacks your hand away.
âHowâd you know about my fear of heights by the way?â
âYou told me one night in Vienna.â You answer, tearing open an alcohol wipe packet. âDo you not remember?â
He shakes his head.
Frowning, you let out a small, âoh.â
Neither of you say anything after that. And Sunwooâs so focused on the frown thatâs yet to leave your face that he barely registers the way you lean towards him for better access, propping your knee on top of the toilet and between his legs for balance. Although he does notice the warmth that radiates off your body. And a minute after that, he notices how much longer it takes you to clean this, smaller cut than it took to clean the one on his leg.
âSorry.â You quickly apologize when you press against the cut too harshly. Sunwoo waves you off. âI am sorry though.â You repeat, seriously, lips still turned down in a frown and brows knit together.
âItâs really fine.â He chuckles, amused by the amount of gravity in the apology.Â
âNo. For Vienna.â The amusement dies in the back of his throat. âI never apologized forâŚâ you falter there, fingers paused against his forehead, âfor that. But I am sorry.â
âIt was your mission.â Sunwoo gulps. âYou were being a good agent.â
âAnd a shitty person.â You say, no hint of a joke laced in the statement. âIn fact, the mission was just to observe you. Make sure you didnât find out anything too important about Pegasus. Meeting you was mostly on accident. And everything that followed,â you bite your lip, and Sunwoo canât tell if youâre biting back a smile or a frown, âall those other parts just sort of came naturally.â
The flame in his chest from before bursts into a bonfire, filling his lungs with a hopeful smoke. âNaturally?â He echoes.
âYeah,â you repeat, tongue darting out in concentration while you complete the last step of smoothing out the bandage. You donât lean away when you finish. You donât remove your knee from between his legs. Donât pull away the hand you have holding back his hair or the one resting against the side of his face. Nothing but your eyes move, trailing down until they find his, visibly gulping, then wandering further below. âNaturally.â
And the word is like a spell, lifting his chin and drawing him towards you until his lips are brushing against yours. Itâs barely a kiss, a small hesitant press of lips that lasts no longer than a second, but one that has Sunwooâs heart pounding wildly in a way it never did three months ago. He pauses there, lips unmoving and hovering just below yours, waiting for you.
You donât move. Neither leaning in nor away. His gaze flickers up to your eyes, finds them half open, focused on the upper curve of his lip. He captures your lips between his again, a second attempt that is met with response when you lean into it, inhaling him in for a tiny blissful moment and exhaling him out in the next, pushing him back by the shoulders and stepping away yourself.
âI shouldâŚâ
âFuck.â
âI should go.â
And youâre gone before he can say anything else.Â
//Â
The kiss is ignored by both of you while prepping for the second half of the mission. A silent agreement to act like it never even happened and another one to not discuss whatever misplaced feelings led to it. Itâs almost sickening how easily you and Sunwoo fall back into being just partners. Especially considering the fact that Sunwooâs feelings havenât faded, the bonfire in his chest still burning with the same brightness. So Sunwoo spends his days with you, attempting to put out the fire between his lungs, and he spends his nights alone, replaying the kiss you both pretend to ignore.
âTomorrowâs the big day.â You mutter on the last night, a trail of anxiousness slipping off your tongue. âAnd then weâll be done.âÂ
Sunwoo only nods, watching how your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek and mulling over whether you mean done with the mission or done with him.
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The Pegasus mission doesnât go nearly as smoothly as the Creker one, complications toppling around Sunwoo from the moment he begins. They start small first: a locked door resulting in a change of entry and a janitor straggling in a hallway that should have been clear. He makes it to his first destination eventually, quickly shuffling through the room of file cabinets until he finds your physical files, slipping them into his bag, and heading to the next room with you whispering directions into his ear. The next room is empty when Sunwoo arrives. He works quick, bypassing the security system and fingers flying across to find your information.
âFaster.â He hears you mutter over the earpiece. A hasty reminder of what you had told him earlier that week: the room never stays empty for long.
âGot it.â He exhales, finally pinpointing your files and beginning the process of downloading and deleting them.
âSunwoo,â he hears an elevator ding from somewhere outside the room at the same time he hears you, âsomeoneâs coming.â
He doesnât move. Keeping one eye on the closed door and the other on the still-pending status of your files. âIâm almost done.â
âIf you leave now, they wonât see you.â Voices fill the hall. âBut you have to leave now.â
âIâm not done yet.â
The voices move closer, louder. âItâs not worth it. Please, just go!â
He hears them behind the door. âItâs you.â
Thereâs a jingle of keys. âHow will youââ
âHey,â the door unlocks with a click, âyou jump; I jump, right?â
âSunwooââ
He pulls the earpiece out at the exact moment that the door swings open.
--Â
The rooftop is obscenely pretty at this hour, with the golden sun partly hidden by a high-rise building but still growing in the distance, scattering its light across the sky, and casting a golden shadow on everything it touches. Itâs a gorgeous sight, and yet, thereâs no one but Sunwoo here to appreciate it.
âYouâre okay.â
He whips around only to find you standing on the rooftop with him, body trembling and hands clasped over your mouth. Behind you, the door to the roof is still falling closed. Your eyes are red, dark circles hanging under them that make it look as if you havenât slept days. Silently, Sunwoo wonders how heâs just now noticing your sudden restlessness, and a small part of him hopesâno prays that whateverâs chasing your sleep away is the same thing chasing his.
âI got it.â He says, pulling out the flash drive he stayed to retrieve. Your eyes never flicker off his. âHowâd you find me?â
âHowâd you get out?â
Neither of you answer. Instead, you begin to walk towards him, asking if heâs hurt with a voice thatâs too soft and too concerned for Sunwoo to make out an answer. You ask it again.
âNo, Iâm not hurt.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah.â
You stop in front of him. Close enough for Sunwoo to see the tears welled up in your eyes. âYouâre okay.â You repeat, voice wavering with a sudden gust of wind.
âI am, but Iââ he hesitates; you take a step towards him, âI miss you.â He succumbs to the fire in his chest; lets it fill his lungs, burn up his throat, and throw the sentence, âI just miss you so much,â out of his mouth without bothering to hide the crack in it.
He meets your eyes and finds a starling amount of clarity in them. âI missed you too.â
âReally?â
You laugh at that, nodding your head and stepping closer to him again. âI missed you before we ever met.â
He stares at you. For too long probably. Watches a smile grace your features, spreading like a fire. The flame feels familiar. And for the first time since seeing you after Vienna, Sunwoo doesnât have to hold back the urge to ask, âCan I kiss you now?â
âPlease.â
He does. Lips crashing into yours, and you meeting the motion halfway, leaning into his lips, his body, him. A fervent want present in the way you pull at his neck and grab onto the collar of his shirt that wouldâve probably been surprising if it wasnât matched completely by him. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his and deepening the kiss for a second more.
You both pull away, just barely, faces still close and bodies pressed against each other.
âHey,â you begin, breath hot against his lips and a knowing smirk appearing briefly, âwas I worth the wait?â
And suddenly Sunwooâs in Vienna again, sitting on a bench, and asking you the same question.
âYeah,â he murmurs, smiling, âyou were.â
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a/n: i apologize this request took me forever to get around too. and if the actual spy aspects to this fic make zero sense then my bad i was spit balling here. brownie points if u can find the scene inspired by queens gambit and the other scene inspired by the office lmao
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The Roseville Murders (Chapter 2)
Hi, just wanted to say I adjusted the plot slightly and will go into more detail with the story next chapter! This was a bit experimental and I wanted to write the growing relationship / rivalry between Y/N and Danny. I also wanted to write Y/N as a girlboss and to be just as witty as Danny!
Anyways, please comment any ideas or suggestions you may wanna see in future chapters! I have this planned out but would love any ideas or stuff I can add into the story! Tysm for reading!
It rained softly outside as you took a seat at your workplace. The desk was a bit cluttered with your art, notes, junk, and your papers regarding your current investigation.
One of the drawings on your desk was a sketch of Ghostfaceâs mask, attached to it was a few notes regarding the origin of the mask. Did Ghostface care for the history of it, anyways? You already theorized he was a narcissist who took pride in his work. Perhaps, he admired Edward Munch and his infamous âThe Screamâ artwork? Or maybe he based his persona off of it? You werenât too sure but you did research the distribution and the company that made the masks. It wasnât a particular popular company but it only distributed to the USA, Canada, and Brazil.
Ghostface didnât seem too caring when it came to where he stabbed victims. As long as there was a lot of blood and something only he could perceive as art. And maybe you too. You felt excited, you already had a three year timeline. Maybe, you could get ahold of other states and ask if thereâs been similar killings. Maybe even Brazil and Canada? You had to pinpoint a location and see if you could find just one name, any name.
Three years. Three countries. A part of you doubted he was Brazilian. Maybe Canadian? You werenât so sure, you were pretty sure he was American. Y/N would probably have to go to the library tommorow to do research and use the slowly growing internet. Your research was suddenly halted when you knocked your sketchbook over.
Our slid a page. You kneeled down to pick it up, holding it as you examined the dark sketch. On the paper was a sketch of claws? No, they also looked like tentacles. Ever since the incident, you had dreams of these tentacle claws grabbing you and pulling you away from life as you know it. It mustâve been a sign of trauma or maybe it represented what happened through the nightmares? You slid it back into your sketchbook, deciding not to dwell on it. It would only make your room feel more depressing.
Beside your sketchbook was your leather journal. Y/N wrote everything in there, for mental health reasons. You included the incident and what Jonathan did for you. Your previous therapist said journaling your thoughts helped the healing process. It worked but journaling about how you killed your abuser was hell.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when your phone rang. It was a chunky, black mobile phone you got about a week ago? Y/N reached for it and answered.
âHello?â You answered, using your other hand to organize your desk.
âHello?â A voice answered, it was a male by the sound of it.
âHi, whoâs this?â Y/N asked, paying no mind to the phone call as she started to put some of her stuff away. Art supplies.
âWhoâs this?â He replied.
âY/N L/N, am I who youâre trying to reach?â You asked, sitting back down.
âAh, youâre no fun, detective.â He chuckled as you stopped, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Who was this?
âMy apologies but, this is my personal phone. Can I ask who gave you this number?â You questioned him.
âWhy does it matter, gorgeous? I know itâs you now.â He responded.
âPlease donât call me that. And yes, I am indeed a detective but Iâd feel more comfortable discussing anything with you on my work phone.â Y/N said sternly.
âOh, yeah⌠Detective L/N, huh? Think youâre some sort of hotshot because youâre new? Where did you come from? Washington? Gonna take more than the feds to catch me.â He said to you.
You listened intently and stopped for a moment. Catch him? Must be a stupid prank. Although, not a funny one since he had your personal phone number. An eyebrow raised as you looked at your notes on Ghostface.
âYou still havenât told me your name. Letâs not be rude, yeah?â You responded, being a little more cocky since you were off-duty.
âAwe, donât tell me you forgot my name. Iâll give you a hint⌠Iâve been quite famous lately. In fact, I think youâve taken quite the interest in me, Y/N.â The man teased. It was 100% Danny.
âI asked for a name, not an alias.â You said.
âMaybe after dinner, hotshot.â Danny said to you as you furrowed your eyebrows.
âIâm not in Roseville to play games. Either verify you are who you claim to be or quit wasting my time.â Y/N spoke with a stern tone.
âMy last victim had three stab wounds to the throat. It was going to be two but their scream wasnât as satisfying as I thought it would be. And they had a tattoo on their upper thigh. Bella Smith.â He said as you froze for a moment.
It was true. The latest murder victim was a middle-aged woman named Bella Smith who worked at a convenience store. She had multiple stab wounds but it was pretty much impossible to see she had three wounds on her throat just looking at photos of the crime scene.
âOkay and how did you get my number? I imagine the infamous Ghostface doesnât have access to these types of things. How do I know this isnât some sort of elaborate prank orchestrated by my coworkers?â You questioned.
âHoney, I am Roseville. Also sounds like you have experience with these kinds of things. You ever get humiliated like that?â Danny asked, grinning widely.
âNo, itâs just a very logical conclusion. And why would you be talking to me anyways?â You asked him.
While you spoke to him, you quickly wrote down what he said and what he sounded like. You quickly speculated what his age may be, maybe 25?
âI keep tabs on the cops who are investigating my work and to be honest? Theyâre all stupid, itâs pathetic. Although, I noticed something about you. You come from one of the big cities, donât you? Youâre actually smart compared to those other pigs.â He said.
âThose pigs you speak of have tried their best in pursuing you. They have families too.â You responded.
âReally, huh? Youâve only been here three weeks? I think you should just trust me on this one because those other officers really donât know what theyâre doing. If you actually find out who I am, are they gonna give you credit? The newbie? A woman?â He asked.
âI donât understand why gender is an issue. And why would they try to steal credit?â You questioned.
âTheyâre stuck in this shit hole city and I bet they could just really use a promotion right now. They want so badly to be the hero that arrests me⌠but first, theyâll let the freshly graduated detective do the work. Itâs so easy to overshadow women in this world.â Danny said.
âWell, I donât care. As long as youâre put behind bars.â Y/N responded.
âThe bars at this station? I must say, your desk is quite cute. A bit plain but I like your style⌠interesting files too.â He mused.
âHuh?â You responded, furrowing your eyebrows.
âYour lilâ office at the station, I like it. This place has always been easy to break into. You noticed it too, didnât you? Their security sucks and their morgue is just too damn small.â Danny said as you frantically looked around, shoving your shoes on.
âIâm going to call them right now and tell them youâre there. That was a stupid move on your part.â You said, practically yelling.
âSo young and naive. Iâll be long gone.â He responded, chuckling as you hung up.
âFuck, shit!â You said, quickly dialling the number to the police station.
You practically flung your door open, sprinting down the hallway and out through the front doors of the apartment complex after three flights of stairs. Your heart rate increased as you continued running down the sidewalk, feeling more frantic when there was no answer.
âAnswerâŚ!â You yelled, calling the emergency number.
â911, how can I help you?â A staticky voice answered as you continued running.
âIâm Detective Y/N L/N! Please inform the police station that thereâs an intruder! He might be armed and dangerous! Do not touch anything since there may be forensic evidence!â You instructed.
âOhâyes, right away, maâam!â The dispatcher answered as you hung up, continuing to focus on your running towards the station.
Back at your apartment complex, there stood Danny with his own mobile phone. It couldnât be traced back to him since it was stolen and he didnât leave any DNA on it. If anything, it had the previous owners. Bella Smith. Your apartment complex had fire escape stairs outside your window. Easy enough, he thought. His outfit was black and had some stuff hanging off it. Strings? Ribbons? Danny was quite quick and extremely quiet when it came to climbing the set of stairs.
He reached your window, pulling it open gently and hoisting himself through, landing gently whilst kneeled down. For precaution, he had his knife gripped in one hand. This was purely for investigation and to see what you truly had on him. His head tilted curiously as he noticed your desk. Your art and notebook. His gloved hand reached out to your sketch of him.
Danny was truly impressed at how detailed and good it was. He read through your sticky notes and theories. Other than the fact he was blown away, he knew you were a threat since you successfully guessed his age range and height. Wait, his height? You did a careful examination of the footage he was in, looking at objects around him and his boots to correctly guess a height.
âWhat the fuckâŚ?â Danny muttered as he looked at your notes.
The Scream by Edward Munch and a costume company? He skimmed over your notes and the psychological profile you built on him. He felt somewhat panicked since you were indeed no joke. His gaze averted towards your leather notebook. Eagerly, he grabbed it and opened it. Most of it was your thoughts and causes of your stress and anxiety. He stopped flipping through when he saw a darker page. It was dark because of the writing and how crumpled it seemed.
December 23rd, 1992
I was walking down an alleyway two weeks ago. It was cold so I had a jacket over my uniform. I suppose thatâs why the man didnât know I was an officer.
At first, I thought that he was going to try and rob me. It took me a while to realize that my money and belongings wasnât what he was after. I suppose it would be appropriate to say that I was in shock for a moment. He never finished what he started. Despite being in shock, I was able to feel everything and the adrenaline only helped my rage.
Why? Why did this have to happen to me? After getting him off, I pulled my gun out and he stopped. I still remember the look on his face after I shot him. He was scared and pathetic, as he was in life. I donât regret killing him. I never will. I just feel utterly violated. Never once have I been touched like that so violently. Is this what this fucked up world has come to? What if I didnât have my gun and training?
He definitely did this to other women⌠he deserved to die. And I would do it all over again to him and to other men just like him. Of course, I had to call the police. They were going to charge me with manslaughter but they said that they would push this all under the rug, just as long as I never tell anybody. Did I contribute to corruption in the police force? This getting out would ruin everything. I donât know but I do know that this was my gift.
Freedom was my gift for killing that man. It felt oddly exhilarating. I hope nobody remembers him, I hope his family know what kind of monster he was. Anyways, Iâm being reassigned somewhere. They said theyâll give me my first investigation. In a smaller city.
Dannyâs fingers trailed over the page. He felt angry and sad for you. That this happened to you. But, something arose in him when he kept re-reading that paragraph. You⌠enjoyed it? Behind the mask, he had a soft expression on his face. He imagined your beautiful face full of blood with you and your gun. He smiled gently as he kept the notebook.
He did indeed feel bad for you but he wasnât satisfied with his limited knowledge of you. Danny decided to use this notebook of incriminating evidence to hold some leverage over you. Not only that but he figured heâd get to know you better if they had something interesting to talk to you about. Danny couldnât help but grin when he thought about your journal entry and the sketches you made of him. So smart yet so naive.
Danny quickly took a look around your apartment to see all points of entry. He took a peak into your bedroom, it was neat and tidy. He seemed somewhat paranoid so quickly went back to your living room window, making his swift little escape. Not without taking some of your notes on him and your sketchbook.
About two hours later, you rubbed your eyes in frustration as another officer came to talk to you. There was a forensic team still investigating your little office space. Apparently, there was nobody here and your office seemed untouched. For about thirty minutes, you inspected any points of entry and tried to look for out of place shoe marks since it rained outside.
âDetective, are you certain it was the killer who called? We get prank calls a lot.â He said as you nodded.
âYes, Iâm certain. It was him, he knows Iâm going to catch him soon.â You said as he nodded a bit.
âOkay, well, weâll take it from here. Come early tommorow.â He said as you sighed.
âI will but please, donât miss anything. Iâm starting to think he was lying. It was him though.â You said as you turned, walking down the hallway towards the exit.
It seemed to be evening at this point and the rain stopped pouring. It was slightly humid but the city looked oddly beautiful when it was wet? You couldnât stop thinking about your phone call with Ghostface earlier. Y/N already had some tech professionals try to track the number he called from and all of the information regarding the phone company. Youâd have to wait two days at the latest for the results to come back.
As you walked through light puddles, you felt more and more tired. All the running and frantically searching for him was enough to just make you exhausted. It was all last-minute too. Y/N stopped dead in her tracks when she felt her mobile phone ring. You pulled it out of your pocket and answered it.
âHello?â You asked, tired.
âHey, gorgeous. Just wanted to apologize for my little deception trick earlier.â He responded as your eyes widened.
âGhostfaceâŚâ You responded, shocked that he had the courage to call you again.
âGod, hearing that from youâŚâ He said with a slight husk as you took a deep breath quietly to calm yourself.
âYou know Iâm close, donât you?â You questioned him as he chuckled.
âOf course, I do⌠only these hands of mine can do wonders for you.â Danny said to you as you scoffed.
âYouâre disgusting.â You say to him.
âDonât lose your temper now, detective. Thereâs⌠things we should discuss.â He cooed.
âThings? Seriously?â You asked him, already tired of his bullshit.
âYeah! Like, this lilâ notebook of yours! Really deep stuff⌠Victor Houston, was it? The serial rapist? Mustâve felt real good to put him down, didnât it? Did it feel as good as you said it did in this thing?â He asked as you froze.
You probably let out a small whimper of shock as your hands trembled. Your heart pumped hard and fast. It was all you can hear as you felt your face heat out of pure embarrassment and shock. He⌠read your journal? This wasnât good, this wasnât good.
âW-WhatâŚ?â You asked as he cackled.
âGod, youâre so hot when you sound scared. Donât be offended though, babe. You still sound real sexy in your cop tone.â He said as he continued.
âYeah, I read all about the guy you killed. And how it was all covered up to accommodate you. Are you a star student or something? Itâs hard covering up murders⌠or has it always been easy for you?â He asked.
âI-I, um⌠how did you get thatâŚ?â You asked him, trembling.
âYou see, Y/N⌠weâre the same. You and I are too smart for Roseville. Itâs just that I got the upper hand this time. While you rushed to the police station, I took a quick trip into your apartment.â He said as you let out a light gasp.
âYeah, thatâs right! I know where you live, I know where youâre from, and your number. I know who you truly are, Detective Y/N L/N.â Danny said mockingly.
âAnd what are you going to do with it?â You asked him.
âAlways so straight to the point. I might give that annoying little journalist Jed Olsen. Youâre trying to work with him, arenât you? You mentioned in one of these notes⌠you also think heâs handsome.â He said as you covered your eyes.
You fought tears.
âWhy? Why would you do this?â You ask.
âI should be asking you that. Iâm a bit jealous you find someone like Olsen⌠attractive. Heâs so boring, so normal, so⌠ugh, I hate talking about him. Still though, nice to know I have another fan besides him.â He said to you.
âWhere are you going with this?!â You snapped as he chuckled darkly.
âI wonât tell anybody. Just as long as you halt your investigation for a while. I still want to have fun in Roseville here and well⌠get to know you.â He said.
âGo to hell.â You muttered.
âHow original⌠so whatâll it be? I kinda need to know now since Iâm also on a bit of a time crunch.â Danny asked you.
âW-What the fuck do you want me to do? Sit back and watch as you kill more innocent people?! I wonât let you.â You said with a venomous tone.
âWhat are you gonna do? Stop me behind bars?â He asked mockingly.
âFuck you.â You said.
âIâm sure we will. But first, I just want you to sit back and not do anything stupid. Weâll see each other eventually. Iâll call you from another phone soon.â He said, hanging up.
You held your phone in disbelief and quickly made sure you had your gun. How the hell could you have been so dumb?! It was genius, leading you away from you apartment and finding such leverage against you purely out of luck. Your breath trembled as you walked back to your apartment, having your gun ready in your pocket as you did so.
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Makoto, Byakuya, Izuru Getting Stuck In A Locker With Their S/O
Request:Â âCan I request Makoto, Byakuya, and Izuru getting stuck in a locker with their s/o?â
Makoto is definitely the most flustered of the threeÂ
Heâs painfully aware of how close you two are and how much you two are touching right now
He immediately begins to apologize, even though it isnât his faultÂ
Kinda feels like heâs being creepy or too forward, even though he doesnât have anywhere else to stand that isnât practically on top of you
Please assure him that you arenât mad at him, because until you do, heâs going to be stammering out apologizes
That being said though, if you seem stressed or scared by being trapped in such a small space, heâll cut off his own rambling to comfort you
âH- hey, itâs okay! Iâm right here, babe, donât cry..â
Heâll wrap his arms around you as tightly as he can, trying his best to comfort you
Makoto isnât claustrophobic himself, but he understands why you might be freaked out
He hates seeing anyone upset, especially his lover, so heâs gonna use his Ultimate Hope to keep you as calm as possible while you both wait for help
(Definitely calls Kirigiri to come let you out)
Tries to distract you by telling you joke and funny stories about what happened in class earlier that day
His jokes arenât very funny, but heâs trying okay
And since you love him, you appreciate it
Will definitely keep his arms around you reassuringly, rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe youÂ
Probably doesnât even realize heâs doing it
He just instinctively wants to comfort his lover
Over all very sweet and considerate boy, making sure to still respect your boundaries and be there for you even in a situation like that
10/10, would get stuck in a locker with Makoto again
Also very flustered, but wonât show it
Contrary to popular belief, Byakuya isnât against physical contact in general, but it has to be on his terms
His terms include it not being in public, and it not being in a locker
Whoever is responsible for this is absolutely going to be getting an earful from him whenever you two get out of here
We all know he has quite a temper, so he probably kicks the door a few times in frustration
Byakuya is also very tall
This man is 6â˛1
Lockers, however, are only about 6 feet tall
He literally has to lean down a bit
Which only adds to his frustrationÂ
Though, similarly to Makoto, his own discomfort is overshadowed by his concern for you if you seem upset
You two are already squished against each other, but heâll sigh and wrap his arms around your waist and coax you to lean against his chest
âItâs alright, love- weâll get out of here. Until we do, Iâm here.â
Byakuya is pretty stubborn and wonât want to admit he needs help, but he ends up calling Makoto to come let you out
While youâre still stuck in the locker, heâs focused on trying to keep you as comfortable as possibleÂ
Byakuya has an intimidating presence when heâs not close with someone, but to you, the one he loves and cares for, he just has this calming effect on you
Heâs very in control and powerful, he always makes you feel safe
How could you not be comforted by Byakuya protecting and taking care of you?
Just him holding you against him, as if sheltering you away, is enough to keep you from getting too upsetÂ
As soon as Makoto comes and opens the door, Byakuya goes to find whoever closed you two in there, and heâs ready to yell at them
Overall very grounding in intense or stressful situations
10/10, would hide in Byakuyaâs chest while stuck in a locker
Izuru is completely unbotheredÂ
Just kind of sighs
âHm, well this is unfortunate.â
It doesnât make much of a difference to him, honestly
He was going to be bored in his dorm room, he can just be bored in this locker instead
What does bother him, though, is how upset and uncomfortable you seemÂ
He doesnât really say anything about it, he just automatically reaches out to pull you closer and smooth your hair out
âThereâs nothing to be scared of, (Name). I will get us out.â
He doesnât actually need to call for help, he can figure out how to open the locker door from the inside
He is, technically, the SHSL Repairman, after all
In the meantime as he works on getting the door open, heâll let you wrap your arms around him, and heâll tell you about any talents or hobbies you find interesting
Izuru knows so much about so many things, he has enough information to keep you occupied for hours
Luckily you arenât stuck for that long, of course
He puts one of his many talents to good use, and is able to mess with the hinges and lock enough to get the door to pop open
When it finally does open and you let out an audible cry of relief, a slight smile actually creeps across his usual stoic features
Izuru may not show it very much on the outside, but heâs very glad that he can be useful and comforting for you
Overall, very handy to be stuck in a locker with
10/10, would trust Izuru to get that door open
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fashion major!kevin
ANYWAY THERE WAS LIKE ONE PERSON WHO CALLED FOR A FASHION MAJOR KEVIN SPINOFF OF THE COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON AU I JUST POSTED (linked below) anyway! hope you enjoy, please reblog if you did, and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3
pairing: kevin x gender neutral!reader
wc: 2.5k
genre: fluff, university!au
triggers: cursing
college model!juyeon
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kevin moon is known on campus for two things: 1. his bright personality literally everyone loves him and if you donât youâre jealous of him like sorry not sorry i donât make the rules you know iâm right and 2. his.... unorthodox fashion sense. like eric thought his snake patterned shit was weird as hell?? but there are weirder things in kevinâs closet i swear to you. anyway this unorthodox style is what got him accepted into the fashion program at the university and even though there are a few assholes who stick their noses up at kevinâs work the vast majority of people are cool w his outfits even if they personally wouldnât wear them and kevin is v well-liked in his major and on campus in general bc he knows everyone and is nice and polite and really a v cool person to be around when heâs not being a fucking idiot
and on campus there are fashion shows a few times every semester to show off the fashion majorsâ work, and letâs just say that this university if p well know for its fashion major so some famous people sometimes come along to these events so EVERY TIME a fashion show rolls around the fashion majors get nervous as FUCK and thereâs a lot of speculation on who will get noticed and whatever and everyone is secretive about what theyâre working on and just. everyone goes fucking haywire and kevin is always v happy when the stress winds down after a show
(no one knows it but kevin has gotten offers from several companies to work with them after he graduates. he hasnât told anyone except a few friends like juyeon/jacob and his family)
anyway you are also a fashion major who secretly really admires kevinâs stuff?? like you just think heâs so daring and creative and all of his work is absolutely amazing even if itâs a little weird and honestly you donât even feel overshadowed by his talent and hard work you just feel in awe that you can be in his presence at all. youâre p sure kevin has no idea who you are bc even though you have a lot of the same classes youâre always too shy to sit or work near him bc even though he seems so nice and approachable heâs also just.... god heâs so good
BUT THEN. one of your professors announces that for the next fashion show theyâll be modeling projects that heâs assigning right now. which is weird asf bc usually youâll all take your best clothing and like fix it or tweak it for the next show, like sometimes people will make something completely from scratch but thatâs nerve-wracking and not many people do it unless theyâre in a real pinch but it gets even WEIRDER bc this is not a regularly scheduled fashion event?? itâs like a smaller event apparently that theyâve organized just for this project AND THE WEIRDNESS TAKES THE CAKEÂ when your professor says that YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE MODELS. YOU ALL ARE GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CLASS TO MAKE CLOTHES FOR AND THEY WILL MODEL YOUR OUTFIT
and this SENDS EVERYONE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT??? bc oh god you canât rely on the models youâve been using all semester now??? and you have to make flattering clothes for someone you might not even know v well and itâs just. holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK
meanwhile you already know who you want to create for (/ahem kevin moon/) but youâre also chicken so like??? youâre just sitting in your seat looking over at him but not saying anything until your friend chanhee just pushes you out of your seat in kevinâs direction and is like GO ASK HIM BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS CHANCE and youâre like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHANHEE but kevinâs noticed your movement and heâs looking over with a smile on his face and youâre like jfc i canât do this but chanhee shoves you again and so you kinda smile (you really hope it looks like a smile) and your voice is LITERALLY shaking when you go over and ask if it would be ok to use him as a model for this assignment and heâs like.... oh my god yes
because what YOU donât know is that kevin has been ogling your designs all year?? like he enjoys his own style and is comfortable in it but he loves your work as in LOVES IT. he thinks your designs are absolutely flawless and original and you combine styles so effortlessly that he just wants to look into your brain when you come up with ideas bc what the fuck?? you may have different styles but kevin knows how to admire art AND YOUR DESIGNS ARE ART.Â
so youâre reeling a day later bc now you have kevin moonâs number and he has yours and heâs now texting you on when you think youâll have the first preliminary designs ready and when you can meet up so you can get each otherâs measurements and all that and when you eventually meet up your hands are shaking so much that you can barely take his measurements and kevin is screeching in his mind as well bc oh my god youâre going to model his clothes YOUâRE GOING TO MODEL HIS CLOTHES
most people are again being secretive about their designs and even though someone in their class is modeling for them this time so thereâs a bit less secrecy theyâre still working alone so you get a shock when kevin asks if you want to coordinate your outfits. like work on designs together and maybe make something that matches a little though ofc retaining your own styles and you just shriek when you get the text and poor childhood best friend younghoon spills his coffee (you have been friends since basically birth and there are no romantic feelings whatsoever ok itâs strictly platonic like you watched younghoon vomit after eating too much bread when you were like 10 and he watched you get tangled up in a soccer net when you were 13 there are no romantic feelings stemming from any of that)
needless to say you reply yes yes ye sYES and kevin is grinning so wide on the other end that juyeon wonders if heâs gone slightly insane (which he has but weâre not gonna dwell on that) and both of you show up to the work rooms nervous as all hell (iâm not a fashion major i have no fashion sense i still think t-shirts/leggings are the way to go so idk how any of this works do not sue me) but kevin has a natural ability to defuse any tension in the room so within minutes youâre comfortable and laughing with him and wondering why you were so scared to approach him before and THEN YOUâRE REMINDED WHY when he shows you his design for you because... oh god.... itâs unbelievable. like it has a distinctly kevin feel to it but heâs clearly been paying attention to what you wear and what you design because itâs something you would like to wear and something you even think you could look good in. holy shit
and you just blurt out like kevin what the fuck this is so good did you like stalk my designs or some shit?? and you mean it as a joke ofc but kevin just goes beet red and mumbles something about how he really likes your work and how itâs so sharply elegant but also insanely creative and youâre just. open-mouthed like. dude iâm in love with your work too oh my god iâm gonna cry my fashion idol just said he likes my designs iâm gonna screaM
kevin stops you from screaming though even though he also feels like heâs gonna scream and this is the start of a very productive partnership between the two of you like most of the fashion majors are friendly despite the competition but you and kevin are on a whole other level?? and you start hanging out more and more often even when youâve finished designing and are actually sewing (you ask him if this part can be secret bc you want to add a few things as a surprise - he ofc says yes and winks and tells you he has things he wants to add too which just makes you want to scream out of excitement)
and itâs a week before fashion show day and you and kevin are finished with putting together the designs and youâre excited as all hell and kevin is literally about to burst from his own skin and you insist that he goes first and when he pulls the outfit from the bag youâre just. in absolute awe. the colors match the design you made, it looks like itâll fit, and even though it screams kevin moon it also has a distinct vibe from your own fashion style and you just yell KEVIN MOON YOU GENIUS as you snatch it from him and go change
(you donât know obviously but kevin is blushing like a tomato while waiting for you to finish changing)
it fits almost perfectly, kevin marks a few places to fix and is debating whether or not to compliment you bc??? that sounds like heâs complimenting his own work and thatâs egocentric as hell but then you say something like does it look fine and he just blurts out more than fine. you look great
AND YOUâRE SO FLUSTERED THAT YOU ALL BUT THROW YOUR OWN BAG AT KEVIN and are like GO CHANGEÂ
so he takes out the clothes and goes silent and youâre like.... oh my god does he hate it i mean we worked on the designs together and he said he liked it then but what if he changed his mind but then he looks at you and his eyes are sparkling and heâs like y/n this is perfect. literally perfect and he rushes to go get changed and when he comes out your eyes are bugging out of your head bc holy hell you pictured kevin in these clothes obviously since they were made for him but he looks so much better than you ever imagined
and then you blurt out something like holy shit you look beautiful
and kevin blushes again
anyway you both take your measurements and run out and then the day of the fashion show rolls around and both of you are freaking out backstage but the instant you two go on itâs like you both are literal gods bc you feel so confident in each otherâs clothing and the crowd can feel it THEY CAN FUCKING FEEL IT and they go nuts when you two walk out!!! and even though it isnât like a huge major fashion show, itâs just for this one project that your professors cooked up, you and kevin are both beaming like the sun when itâs over despite the fact that it wasnât an important event bc holy shit you two had fun and everyoneâs complimenting your clothing and itâs great itâs just great
finally all the chaos is over and the clothes have been put away and the makeup removed and you and kevin are now standing outside the venue in a kind of stunned silence that all of itâs over. itâs all over. and then you suddenly thrust out the clothes you made that kevin wore and tell him to keep it. itâs a present. and kevin takes it but he also forces you to take the outfit he made for you. and then thereâs silence again
but if thereâs anything youâve gained over the past few weeks itâs a bit of courage. courage that let you talk to kevin, courage that let you design clothes for him, courage that let you become friends (and maybe something more) with him. youâve also learned that kevin is a massive dork and a lovely human being and youâd really love to at least stay in contact so in that the moment you smile and say âif i asked you on a date, would you wear that outfit?â
poor kevin looks like heâs about to have a fucking aneurysm and you start to lose confidence but then heâs nodding like thereâs no tomorrow like yes ye sYE S OH MY GOD YE S and omg you now have a boyfriend whom you like very very much and kevin has a partner whom he likes very very much
you two may not be a pda couple but you ARE that couple that matches every outfit they wear, you make jewelry and accessories for each other and also make each other clothes every so often. everyone is jealous of your combined fashion sense bc even though the outfits might look outrageous, you two both manage to pull them off and look fabulous at it, but also they canât even be that jealous bc you two are the sweetest couple and are absolutely lovelyÂ
both of you do wear the outfits you made for that show on your first date which is to like a musical or smth bc theatre kid kevin is something you can pry out of my cold dead hands and everyoneâs staring but you two are in your own little world and itâs amazing
kevin admits at one point that he was afraid to ask you out bc he thought younghoon was your boyfriend and you just snort and tell him everything stupid younghoonâs done and by the end younghoon is done with you, kevin is about to vomit heâs laughing so hard, and you are smirking like no tomorrow
for the end of year fashion show you and kevin fix up and accessorize the outfits you two made for the show that brought you two together and there is absolutely no surprise that several different fashion companies scout both of you (and a couple modeling agencies too since you and kevin decided to model your own clothing again - younghoon whines that youâve replaced him but you shut him up with chocolate bread)
kevinâs a sucker for romance (you CANNOT tell me this isn't true) so your first kiss is on the roof of the fashion building at sunset when kevin does the cheesy thing where he says you look more beautiful the view and you almost slap him but youâre laughing so hard and kevinâs cackling and somehow it turns into a kiss
you are a dork and kevin is even more of a dork and it just works out beautifully bc youâre so absolutely in love that it makes people fake vomit from the sides (looking at chanhee right here) but itâs also really sweet in that you two trust each other completely and would do absolutely anything for the other except murder. kevin made that v clear but really only bc blood would stain his clothing and he doesnât need that. you agree wholeheartedly (younghoon/juyeon are looking from the sides like what the fuck is this couple do they need help and you two are like just go away and let us be the weird couple we are ok). the conversation ends in a v soft v sweet kiss and just. ik i said it with juyeon but kevin moon is also best bf ever ok you cannot convince me otherwise.Â
and thatâs how it goes :)
If you enjoyed, please donât forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3
(1 reblog = 1 prayer for this weird-ass couple)
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BBC Ghosts x Eurovision
No one asked for this (and Iâve already seen a few people discussing this but havenât seen anyone go into much detail) but here are some headcanons about the ghosts watching Eurovision 2021!! Eurovision has been one of my special interests since I was a little kid so combining it with my current special interest just seems right!!
(Also pls comment your own headcanons or even better send them to my inbox AND also send new headcanon topics for us to chat about cause Iâve missed doing that!!)
- Firstly itâs definitely Mikeâs doing,, Alison jokes itâs a bit tacky and kinda cringe and Mike is *deeply* offended insisting the tack is what makes it fun.
- Alison also really enjoys it but also enjoys teasing Mike about his affinity
- Alison shows the ghosts a few YouTube clips of old years
- Kitty, Mary, and Humphrey are all well up for watching straight away,, also Pat but weâll talk about him in a minute.
- Robin doesnât really get the point (countries are a stupid idea according to him so having a country based competition where people actually get serious about it is just daft).
- Thomas and Fanny both hate the clips theyâre shown and call it the âlowest form of entertainmentâ theyâve ever seen.
- The Captain is also above it... or so he says but he finds his foot tapping along to Emmilie De Forest and is *horrified* at himself
- Julian is straight away racist,, a comment here about EU bureaucracy, another snipe there about Russia. Alison shuts his complaining down very quickly and tells him he canât say anything he wouldnât be happy someone saying about the UK or else his phone privileges will be taken away.
- Pat is the only ghost who has seen Eurovision before (Julian has always refused on principle).
- He used to watch it with his family and put on a proper spread for everyone (cause we all know Pat was the family cook). Iâm talking mini sausage rolls, tiny sandwiches, a cheese and pineapple hedgehog (totally not what my family does for Eurovision every year... hmmm) and then also a trifle cause itâs the most English pudding ever and you gotta support the home side.
- (Iâm hungry,, can you tell??)
- Once Alison has explained to them how the show works, most of them agree to watch - Thomas once he learns of the beautiful women competing and Fanny the same with the men.
- The Captain however begins taking it very seriously once he starts to realise the tactical elements of it,, while he likes the performances, he spends the entire afternoon rewatching previous years scoring segments making mental notes of what gets support and who votes for who.
- The evening comes round and everyone gathers to watch in the TV room.
- The second the flag parade starts everyone is engrossed - even Fanny can marvel at the spectacle of it.
- (Iâm not gonna talk about every performance cause Jeez thatâs long but here are what I think everyoneâs favourites would be.
- Robin really loves Finland and Italy,, anything loud and rocky heâs straight up off the floor and jumping along (same Robin, same) but he falls completely silent and watches in awe at the Spanish entry because of the giant moon (he then also asks Alison to buy a huge moon for the living room - sheâs says sheâll think about it).
- Kitty is fully rooting for Malta - Lizzo girlboss vibes is what Kitty lives for. Itâs also helped that Alison expressed quite an interest for that one as well.
- Thomas is expecting to like the pretty girls but absolutely falls for Switzerland straight away. Curly haired, blouse-wearing emotional guy with incredibly dramatic dancing is just đđ for him (same Thomas,, canât decide if heâs very attractive or if itâs gender envy or what??).
- Julian supports the UK... he thinks the song is shit but cannot bring himself to compliment anyone else.
- Pat is an Iceland kind of guy (ily dadi,, you were robbed #eurovision2020winners) and he fully finds himself trying to dance along, smiling all the way through their performance. He likes the weirder ones,, the ones were everyone is clearly just having a blast.
- Humphrey likes the emotional ones,, Bulgaria is a favourite. Righttttt up until France - he picked up a little French from his wife, enough to figure out what Barbaraâs talking about and is just in tears by the end.
- Mary actually finds herself enjoying the more folky, traditionally European ones. This comes back to my Morris/folk dancing Mary so I feel like sheâd appreciate like Ukraine and Russia - also for the like strong woman aesthetic.
- Fanny is abhorred by the outfits and music but does join Julian in his reluctant support of the UK, she instead prefers to mutter her abuses of the skimpy outfits to the Captain.
- The Captain is also drawn in by the emotional ones like Humphrey, specifically France again. However, a shaggy and shirtless Damiano David jumping about the place in eyeliner and tight trousers awakens something in him he didnât know was there. Heâs horrified by the group and the loudness and the outfits and everything but is also very much intrigued in a way that disturbs him.
- Mike also likes Italy quite a bit cause heâs an Arctic Monkeys/Killers kinda guy (he is,, donât @ me cause me tooooo Mike) and Alison tends to agree with him but also, like I said, agrees with Kitty on the girl power ones.
- Once the scoring starts, the ghosts start getting noisier and talking amongst themselves about the acts and who they would vote for (theyâre not allowed to vote cause Alison refuses to pay for her dead housemates to get a vote each).
- The Captain edges closer to the TV as the others talk over his beloved scoring system, completed overshadowing the research the Captain has done.
- It ends with the Captain sat cross legged in front of the TV with Humphrey in his lap explaining precisely what was happening to Humphrey.
- When it gets towards the end everyone hushes up and they all watch as Italy win. Most of them celebrate.
- Fanny is greatly disturbed by the winners and laments the state of music these days. The Captain vocally agrees but also canât draw his eyes from the screen.
- Julian has some very choice words for the public for giving the UK a big fat 0.
- Kitty says sheâs just glad that everyone had a good time and enjoyed their performances. She also wishes that she could go to the show (donât we all).
But yeah thatâs my collection of headcanons for Eurovision,, once again proving I am a massive nerd who spends too much time putting together little stories.
Anyway,, if you have any more Eurovision headcanons feel free to comment them or send them to my inbox so I can reply and add to them. Similarly, if you have any other shows/music/events/literally anything that you think I should make ghosts headcanons for or that you have hcs for then send them over to my inbox as well!! Love yall stay safe, drink some water if youâve managed to read this far :)
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Spellbinding (Chapter Five)
Summary: After a flirtatious sparring session with Loki and a troubling encounter with Peter Parker, (Y/N) confronts Tony and struggles to control her magic around the billionaire.
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Five
June 10th, 2015
Avengers Tower, New York City
(Previous Chapter)
The sound of the arrow hitting the edge of the bullseye was overshadowed by the loud applause filling the cavernous weapons training room. Grinning triumphantly, (Y/N) lowered her bow and headed over to the two figures standing near the doorway.
âNice job, (Y/L/N)! Youâre cominâ along pretty good!��� Clint patted her on the back, a playful smirk on his face. âNot as good as me, obviously, but pretty good.â
Natasha gave him a small shove. âClint, be nice!â He only giggled to himself and she gave (Y/N) a kind smile. âYouâre doing really well, (Y/N). Maybe you could replace this idiot as the teamâs resident archer someday.â Over the past couple of months, the two women had slowly gotten to know one another; Natasha was almost always away on missions but whenever she was free, they bonded over their training sessions and their statuses as the only female Avengers on the team.
(Y/N) chuckled. âThatâs okay, Iâll let Hawkeye here keep his job; besides, I have a feeling Iâll be even more comfortable with a sword than a bow.â She set her bow back on the weapons rack and picked up a familiar blade. The hilt was decorated with intricately designed etchings, and it felt perfectly balanced in her hand; Loki, with Bruceâs help, had created it for her in the lab, explaining that it would be better to learn swordsmanship with a well-matched blade and that it would be easier to create one rather than search for the perfect fit. It really does feel natural, she thought with a smile, easily twirling the sword around in her hand. âDo either of you know when Lokiâs coming down for practice?â
âNope, havenât seen him since breakfast.â Checking his watch, Clintâs eyes widened almost comically. âShit, weâre late for that meeting, Tasha, Furyâs gonna kick our asses! Weâll see you later, (Y/L/N)!â He grabbed Natashaâs arm and began dragging her out of the room.
âGood luck with your first sword fighting lesson, (Y/N)!â Natasha called over her shoulder as she and Clint left and sprinted down the hall, desperate not to be reprimanded by Director Fury yet again. âOw, quit trying to pull my arm out of its socket, asshat!â
Giggling, (Y/N) wandered around the room and occasionally swung her sword, silently enjoying the sounds it made as it cut through the air. She was excited when Loki and Steve told her sheâd begin training with a bow and sword; sheâd never told anyone before, but guns made her nervous and she was glad sheâd never have to use one. And she couldnât help but feel that learning to use the weapons of her motherâs culture would bring her closer to her somehow, but she was too embarrassed to say it aloud. The others might scoff at her sentimentality, but she knew that Loki would never do that.
At the thought of her best friend, she sighed in frustration and began pacing around the room with more purpose. It was becoming harder and harder to suppress her feelings for him, especially after he helped her through that horrible day two weeks prior, but she was determined not to lose the fight for their friendship. Shifting his focus from romantic literature to mystery novels certainly helped; it was easier to set her feelings aside as he read aloud from novels such as The Hound of Baskerville than when he read aloud from ones like Sense and Sensibility. Maybe I should have him read Mary Shelly next, she thought with an amused smile, thatâll really calm the romantic thoughts.
But just as she reached the opposite side of the room, an unsettling feeling put her senses on high alert. Quickly spinning around, she brought her sword up just in time to meet her attackerâs blade with a reverberating clang.
âYour senses are improving, Lady (Y/N),â Loki grinned, pushing her blade away with his own and stepping back. âIâm impressed.â
Before she could reply, he swung his sword at her abdomen and she was quick to clumsily swipe the attack away and block his next from clipping her shoulder. âI thought we were having a formal lesson today?â
Her best friend shrugged as they started to circle one another. âWe were, but I concluded that unlike magic, swordplay doesnât need to be taught formally. You have generations of Light Elf blood flowing through your veins, which means that you already possess a natural skill with swords; besides, I feel that using weapons takes considerably less concentration and caution that using magic.â
âOh, I donât know, if I wasnât concentrating right now Iâd never realize that youâre only trying to distract me.â She suddenly raised her sword and swung, but Loki disappeared as soon as the blade made contact with his; a heartbeat later, the cool edge of a training knife was at her throat and a sword-wielding arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her securely against a strong form. âClever, LokiâŚâ
âMy brother isnât the only Asgardian-trained warrior in this tower, you know.â His warm breath tickled the side of her neck, and (Y/N) swore she could feel his nose nuzzle into her hair while her heart fluttered in her chest. âNow, try and break free of-â
Before he could finish his sentence, she elbowed him hard in the stomach and used his surprise to duck under his loosened arm, quickly straightening and parring away his fast sword strike. âYou mean like that?â
âPrecisely,â Loki sheathed the dagger and twirled his sword in his hand, an amused gleam in his green eyes. âNow, letâs see what else you can do.â
For the next half hour, they were at a stalemate; neither of them had been able to disarm or knock the other down, no matter how hard they tried, but (Y/N) knew she was tiring. Her strikes were becoming slower, it was becoming much harder to dodge his attacks, and she had a nasty feeling that Loki would quickly take advantage of her weakness at any minute. In desperation, she parried his sword away and swung hers at his head, but she immediately regretted her action; Loki easily blocked the strike and used his sword to twist hers out of her hand. It landed on the ground with a loud clang, and before she could reach for it, he kicked her leg out from under her and she landed harshly on her back. A moment later, he was hovering above her, one hand pinning both of hers above her head and the other holding his sword to her throat. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the silence of the room, and (Y/N) couldnât help but giggle in equal amounts of amusement and embarrassment.
âWell, it looks as though youâve won fair and square, Loki. Iâd shake your hand, but theyâre a little preoccupied at the moment.â
Lokiâs triumphant grin widened at her joke. âYour apology is accepted, Lady (Y/N), though I personally prefer your hands right where they are.â When she gave him a questioning look, he continued. âNow I can finally enact my revenge upon you for your heinous crime. You know which one, of course.â
(Y/N)âs eyes widened and she began struggling against him. âL-Loki, I told you, it was a complete accident, Steve and Bucky were there, theyâll tell you the exact same thingâŚ!â
âIâm not quite sure that I believe your story; youâre telling me that the other day at dinner, you accidentally tripped over Steveâs foot, you accidentally fell on me and you accidentally began tickling me? You have to admit, it doesnât sound very convincing.â
She tried in vain not to smile guiltily as he spoke. The truth was that she was curious whether the Asgardian was ticklish or not, so when she noticed Steveâs foot sticking out from under the table she decided to test out her theory. It turned out that the Asgardian did make the same sounds as the Pillsbury Dough-Boy when tickled, just as she suspected. âI honestly donât know what youâre talking about, Loki!â
âLady (Y/N), you should know by now not to lie to the God of Mischief.â
In one quick movement, he tossed his sword to the side and attacked her stomach with his free hand. She shrieked with laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks as she squirmed under him. She felt his hold on her wrists loosening, so she hurriedly tugged a hand free and began tickling him back. As expected, he laughed loudly, the cheerful sound mingling with hers and echoing off the walls as they rolled across the floor.
âMiss (Y/L/N), is something-? Oh manâŚâ
They immediately stopped, Loki quickly rolling off her and helping her back on her feet when they noticed a familiar figure standing in the doorway. âHello Peter, um, Loki and I were justâŚpracticing our sword fighting.â (Y/N) blushed scarlet, embarrassed at having been caught in such a compromising position by the fifteen-year-old.
âYeah, umâŚsorry if I interrupted you guys, IâllâŚjustâŚcome back later, I guess.â Peter Parkerâs eyes were flicking nervously between her and his black Converse sneakers, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans and a light blush spreading over his ears.
âActually, I need toâŚI need to speak to my brother about our, um, mission tomorrow. Iâll see you later, Lady (Y/N).â After she murmured her goodbye, he gave Peter a nod as he brushed past him and left, his usually pale face turning more and more crimson by the minute.
(Y/N) picked up their swords and placed them back on the weapons rack. âSo, what can I do for you, Peter?â During her two months in the tower, sheâd only spoken to the teenager once and that was when Tony briefly introduced them; the billionaire had infuriatingly introduced her as âGaladriel, but if Galadriel was a total book nerd,â something he was extremely lucky he said when Loki wasnât around to hear. The teenager was in awe of her magic and heritage, and she was equally impressed with his incredible knowledge of math and science and how he applied his skills to his intriguing powers.
Peter shuffled from foot to foot and briefly made eye contact with her. âWell, I-I was just talkinâ with Doctor Banner and he mentioned you used to be a librarian before joining the Avengers, andâŚI was wondering if you could help me write my final paper for my English class?â
âOf course, Iâd love to!â She led him out of the weapons room and down the hall to the elevator. âWhatâs the topic of the paper?â
They stepped into the elevator. âThatâs actually what Iâm having trouble with. We were supposed to read The Great Gatsby, but I never got a chance to, and now we have to come up with our own topic and finish the essay by Friday, and Iâve got absolutely nothinâ.â He sighed and slumped against the wall of the elevator as it rose. âI understand if youâre too busy training for a mission or something, I know itâs a lot to ask but itâs worth like twenty-five percent of my final gradeâŚâ
âItâs okay, Peter, I said Iâd help you; I havenât been assigned a mission yet, so my scheduleâs wide open.â The doors opened and she led him down the hall to the dining room table next to the kitchen. âBesides, I loved helping people with papers when I was a librarian, and itâll be nice to continue using that college degree I paid a lot of money for.â Peter laughed and sat down next to her. âAll right, since you havenât read the book and you only have two days to write this essay, Iâll start by giving you a short summaryâŚâ
(Y/N) had absolutely no idea how long she spoke for; explaining the plot of F. Scott Fitzgeraldâs most famous novel reminded her of how much she missed being a librarian. Not that she regretted joining the Avengers, of course, she just missed being able to use her extensive knowledge of literature to help people. She was glad to see Peter listening with rapt attention, and he even pulled a notebook out of his backpack and began taking notes while she continued. By the time she was finished, he was looking more relaxed than ever.
âThank you so much, Miss (Y/L/N), that really helped!â He flicked through his notes one last time before turning to a blank page. âI think Iâll write about Daisy; she sounds like a pretty interesting character.â
âYouâre welcome, Peter, but promise me youâll try not to procrastinate next semester? Itâs just that itâs so much easier to finish assignments well before the due dateâŚâ
Peter grinned. âI know, I know, Aunt May always tells me that! And I didnât mean to procrastinate this much, itâs just that I suck at English and me and Mister Stark have been workinâ on my new suit a lot and, well, I guess I just got distracted.â
She smiled, but the wheels in her head began turning. âItâs okay, everyone has that one subject they struggle with and everyone gets distracted from time to time. Iâm going to go get cleaned up and change, and I expect to see an introduction written by the time I get back, okay?â
âYes, maâam!â He chuckled and turned his attention back to his notebook.
(Y/N) took a quick shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a green blouse, quickly toweling off her damp hair before hurrying down to the lab. Just as she suspected, Tony was there, snacking and chatting away with Bruce as the doctor peered into a microscope. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) opened the door and entered.
âHello Bruce, Tony.â
âOh, hi (Y/N),â Bruce looked up and smiled, whereas Tony only rolled his eyes and continued eating his blueberries. âWhat can I do for you?â
âIâm actually here to speak with Tony, if thatâs all right,â Both men looked at each other in surprise and she turned her attention to the billionaire as Bruce quietly excused himself. âTony, I know that we got off on the wrong foot when we met and Iâm not going to apologize for turning you down when you asked me out, but I am sorry if Iâve been rude to you ever since.â
Tony sighed, popping another blueberry into his mouth before answering. âWell, Iâd be an asshat if I didnât try and follow that up, so Iâm sorry for being rude too. Now that thatâs over, can we get back to work?â
(Y/N) gritted her teeth but remained calm. âThatâs not all I came down here for; I just spent over an hour helping Peter write a final paper for school thatâs due in two days. He told me that the reason he didnât write it sooner was because heâs been too busy working on his new suit down here with you. Is that true?â
âYeah, so whatâs your point?â
âMy point is that since Peter listens to you, you should remind him that his education is very important. If he continues putting Spider-Man before his schoolwork, heâs not going to have a future.â
The older man only sighed. âOf course he will; when he decides he doesnât wanna be Spider-Man, he can always have a job at Stark Enterprises.â
âAnd what if he doesnât want a job with your company? What if he decided down the road that he wants to be a lawyer or a firefighter or a photographer? Without an education, heâd never be able to live the life he wants!â Realizing that she was speaking loudly, she took another deep breath and adjusted her glasses. âTony, all Iâm asking you to do is help him be a normal high schooler for as long as possible. Iâm not saying you should take his suit away and forbid him from being Spider-Man next semester, justâŚlet him be able to study for tests or hang out with his friends or go out on dates. Just try to help him find the balance his duties between being a high schooler and being Spider-Man.â
Tony only raised his brow and smirked. âWhyâre you being so pushy about this, Hermione Granger? Is it âcause youâre trying to live vicariously through him? Let him experience the things that you never did?â
(Y/N) felt her anger beginning to build up inside her. âThis has absolutely nothing to do with me, Tony, this is about making sure you donât ruin his life in the long run. Need I remind you that not everyone is as privileged as you are and can make mistakes in life without there being consequences?â
âAnd need I remind you that if not for my âprivileges,â thereâd be no Avengers and youâd be stuck in a Hydra lab somewhere being experimented on?â
âAre you going to talk to him or not?â
Tony shook his head, an unusually serious look on his face. âParker can do whatever he wants to do. Itâs his life.â
She nodded, her jaw clenched tightly. âFine, then, Iâll go and speak to Steve about it.â Giving the man one last glare, she turned on her heel and headed for the door.
âYou know, youâre starting to sound exactly like your boyfriend did when he tried to take over the world. Must be an alien thingâŚâ
Without a moment of thought, (Y/N) turned around and thrust out her hands, her anger finally boiling over. A familiar purple aura surrounded Tony as she used her powers to swiftly lift him into the air and slam him into the wall behind him. Her unfiltered fury kept him in place, and she was sure to keep his mouth magically shut so he was unable to call out to J.A.R.V.I.S. for his suit. âDonât you dare speak about Loki! Heâs doing everything he can to make up for what he did, and maybe if you started caring about other people besides yourself youâd realize that!â
â(Y/N)!â Bruce appeared in front of her after running in from the hall, his hands raised in a submissive gesture. â(Y/N), you need to listen to me!â When she made no move to attack him, he slowly inched forward. âI need you to breathe, can you do that for me, (Y/N)? Take a deep breath and just relax, find control over your powers!â
(Y/N) struggled to control her breathing as she listened to his words, but just when she felt her muscles and powers begin to relax, Tony stretched his fingers and pressed a button on the metal bracelet he wore. One of his security suits burst through its storage container and aimed its repulsor beams at her; without a second thought, she allowed Tony to fall to the ground in a heap and thrust her hands towards the suit, effectively knocking it into the opposite wall with a swirling cloud of purple magic before it could fire. The suit immediately got up and just as Bruce shouted âNo!â it shot its repulsor beams directly at her. Acting on instinct, she pushed Bruce out of the way and crossed her forearms in front of her, deflecting the beams and making them ricochet off her magic and back towards the suit, causing it to explode in a ball of fire.
The entire room shook violently with tremors and the ceiling began to tremble; panicking, (Y/N) thrust her hands upwards and concentrated on stabilizing the concrete with her magic. After a tense moment, the ceiling tremors began to calm down and stop altogether, which was when she realized that the emergency sprinklers were on and the lab was filling up with dark smoke as the fire alarms blared. Whereâs Tony and Bruce, she thought, coughing as she stumbled through the wrecked lab in search of the two men.
âBruce! Tony!â She called out, her voice shaking with worry. âBruce! To-!â A hand on her arm caused her to turn and gasp; standing before her was a soaked and worried but unharmed Bruce Banner. âBruce, thank goodness youâre all right!â
âCâmon, I already got Tony, we need to get out of here!â Bruce grabbed her hand and quickly led her through the smoke and smoldering remains of Tonyâs suit to the exit. When they finally got out of the lab, the doctor slammed the door behind them and leaned heavily against the wall. It was then when (Y/N) noticed that Tony was laying on the ground, his chest heaving as his eyes stayed focused on the ceiling, and that there was a distinct green tinge to Bruceâs jugular that was slowly fading away.
âThank you, Bruce.â
ââŚFuryâs gonna be pissed, isnât he?â
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Director Fury looked up from the security footage on his computer monitor with a disapproving frown on his face. After rushing up to the lab and having them thoroughly checked for injuries, Director Fury ârequestedâ (Y/N), Bruce and Tony join him in his office several floors below; (Y/N), who had only ever spoken to the director once before when she first joined the Avengers, was scared out of her mind, something she was sure Bruce knew when he gave her hand a comforting squeeze. She felt guilty that she lost control over her powers and scared of what her punishment would be; she didnât want to be kicked off the Avengers team all because sheâd risen to Tonyâs childish bait. I wish Loki were here, she thought as she pulled the blanket the firemen had given her tighter around her shoulders for comfort.
âSo, youâre telling me that several S.H.I.E.L.D experiments were compromised, thousands of dollarsâ worth of our equipment was destroyed, the Hulk was nearly unleashed and an entire floor of your tower is temporarily condemned all because you couldnât put a sock in it, Stark?â
Tony smirked. âSounds about right.â
Deciding she needed to speak up for the billionaire, (Y/N) quietly said, âItâs not all his fault, Director. I went to the lab and asked Tony to speak to Peter about how important his schoolwork is when I shouldâve spoken directly to Steve instead. And it was me who lost control and destroyed the lab in the first place, not him.â
âThank you for your honesty, Miss (Y/L/N), but Iâm not pissed off about you losing your cool or even about you two destroying the lab; Iâm pissed off because your guysâ petty arguingâs keeping you all from functioning as the team I believe you can be.â Director Fury stood and leaned against his desk. âNow, Doctor Banner and I are gonna leave to check in with the clean-up, and if this stupid-ass fighting isnât resolved by the time we come backâŚwell, letâs just say that youâre not gonna like the consequences.â The director gave them one last glare and gestured for Bruce to follow him into the hall; the doctor flashed them a sympathetic look before leaving, and (Y/N) flinched as the door slammed shut.
The billionaire lounged casually in his chair, twirling a small screwdriver around his fingers over and over as he made fleeting eye contact with her; he looked sincerer than sheâd ever seen him before. âI, ah, guess I should apologizeâŚIâve been treating you kind of unfairly over the past few months and saying some harsh things, and Iâm really sorry about thatâŚâ
âThen why say them in the first place?â
His fingers stilled as he looked down at them, remaining silent for several moments before answering. âI guess itâs âcause I didnât like the fact that youâre such good friends with Reindeer G â I mean â Loki.â
His answer took her by surprise. âWhy not?â
The older man looked out the window and smiled humorlessly. âWell, for starters, the guy tried to take over the world with a hostile alien army and is responsible for the deaths of at least eighty people over two days, not to mention he threw me out a window and IâŚwell, my heart stopped when I came out of that wormhole and I wouldâve been a goner of not for the enormous green rage monster out there. Can you really blame me for not wanting to become best buddies with him or anyone who actually likes him?â
âYes, I can, at least a little bit.â She ignored the confused look on his face and continued. âLokiâs here on Earth to make up for everything he did; he joined the Avengers, the people he was once sworn enemies with, of his own free will to do good. Lokiâs my best friend and I believe wholeheartedly that he deserves a chance to redeem himself for what heâs done, just like Natasha and Bucky. Everyone else in this tower has put the past behind them and accepted him as their teammate except you, Tony. Iâm sorry about what happened to you during the battle, I really am, but you canât change what happened in the past so itâs pointless to keep hyper-focusing in it.â
âI think Capsicleâs been rubbing off on you, (Y/L/N); that was some speech,â Tony chuckled, then grew serious. âBut youâre right; I havenât given either of you a fair chance.â
(Y/N) nodded. âAnd Iâm really sorry I lost control and said those things earlier, it was wrong of me to say them. Youâre not a selfish person, Tony, and itâs unfair to degrade you because you happen to be more well-off than most, itâs not your-â
âItâs okay; seriously, I was definitely asking to be talked to like that. And donât worry, Iâll speak to Peter about balancing being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and a high schooler; Bannerâs been bugging me about it, too.â His usual grin returned. âSo, can we agree to start over and maybe be friends from now on? âCause you actually seem like a pretty cool person to be around, (Y/L/N).â
âI think I can agree to that, Tony.â She accepted his outstretched hand and shook it, a cheerful smile finally making its way across her face. Not the way I expected this day to go, she thought to herself, but Iâm glad weâve finally made up.
Just then, the door opened to reveal Director Fury and Bruce. âGreat, now we all can get back to work. Except for you, Miss (Y/L/N), I want a private word.â Without wasting a moment, Tony and Bruce left the two of them alone. (Y/N)âs hands began to shake, so she started tugging at the sides of her blanket again to keep them occupied. âI believe congratulations are in order, Miss (Y/L/N).â
âC-congratulations?â
Director Fury made his way over to his chair and sat. âYou showed real control over your powers today.â
Frowning, (Y/N) stopped fiddling with the edge of her blanket. âBut Director, I almost killed Tony, a-and what about almost unleashing the Hulk and all the damageâŚ?â
âThe key word there is âalmostâ. Sure, your emotions clouded your judgement, but you were able to reign in your powers and stop yourself from doing anything too serious.â The directorâs eye twinkled slightly. âIn my book, thatâs something that deserves a congratulation and not guilt, Miss (Y/L/N). Wouldnât you agree?â
âI suppose so, Director.â
Director Fury nodded. âGood. And as for the damages, Stark has more than enough money to fix them within a day, this time with even stronger fortifications. Now, youâd better go change clothes before you catch a cold; we wouldnât want one of our newest Avengers getting sick, would we?â
Blushing, (Y/N) stood and smiled shyly at the director. âO-of course not, Director. Thank you.â She quickly left the office as he returned to the paperwork on his desk, hardly believing what had just happened; sheâd been absolutely convinced that sheâd be kicked off the team for her actions. It was kind of Director Fury to give me another chance, and I donât intend on throwing it away, she thought with determination, hurrying down the hall to the elevator.
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âTo make a long story short, you lost control over your magic, regained control with the help of Doctor Banner before you could kill Stark, destroyed one of Starkâs suits in self-defense and stopped the ceiling from collapsing on all three of you, correct?â Loki asked, his lips already curving into a proud smile. Only minutes before, (Y/N) had found her best friend in a fit of rage and the only thing keeping him from confronting Tony himself was Mjolnir resting on his lap; the moment she entered his suite, however, he ceased arguing with Thor and immediately asked her if she was all right.
Despite her best efforts not to see too far into his actions, his obvious concern over her well-being caused her heart to flutter and her cheeks to redden, but she was quick to hide her feelings by giving him and Thor the full story of what happened; all they knew of the incident was that her and Tonyâs argument led to an explosion in the lab, so Loki had immediately assumed Tony was at fault and went into a rage. Luckily Thor had enough foresight to prevent him from doing anything too serious, she thought to herself.
Nodding, (Y/N) relaxed her aching muscles against the cushions of the couch. âCorrect, and Tony and I had a good talk. I think weâre going to get along from now on.â
Loki nodded, directing his attention to his brother and gesturing to the hammer. âNow, can you please remove this infernal thing from my lap? I promise I wonât go after Stark.â Although his face was relaxed, she could see a glint of anger return to his emerald-green eyes so she quickly laced her fingers through his slightly colder ones. He looked at her in surprise and the anger seemed to melt away the longer he stared into her eyes. âI swear on our friendship, Lady (Y/N), that I wonât harm Stark in any way.â He glanced back at Thor with a brow raised in expectation. âNow will you move it?â
âAll right, all right, donât get your cape in a twist, brother,â Thor chuckled, standing from his armchair and easily picking up Mjolnir. âIâll go and see if Banner and Stark require assistance in cleaning up the laboratory. Again, Iâm relieved youâre unharmed, Lady (Y/N).â He gave her what he apparently thought was a gentle pat on the shoulder and left before he could see her nearly topple off the sofa.
Rolling his eyes, Loki helped her right herself. âSuch a brute, honestly.â He glanced down at their intertwined fingers as his face once again grew serious. âAre you sure youâre all right?â
âWell, it would be a lie if I said I didnât feel guilty about losing controlâŚâ
To her surprise, Lokiâs face broke out into a bemused grin. âYou Midgardians are so odd; you pen sayings such as âto err is humanâ, and yet you always blame yourselves for your mistakes. Itâs perfectly acceptable to make errors, Lady (Y/N), and you should be extremely proud of the fact that you managed to rectify yours so easily. Trust me, as someone who has fought against and alongside Doctor Banner, regaining control over oneself is no easy feat.â
âYou sound exactly like Director Fury, you know, but youâre right.â (Y/N) elbowed him playfully in the side and grinned when he suppressed a giggle.
âIs it really wise of you to begin this again, Lady (Y/N)?â
âWell, itâs not like youâre brave enough to do anything ab-â She was cut off when she was struck on the side of the head by a throw pillow.
Loki burst into laughter, clutching his sides and his pillow tightly as he looked at her. âYou should see your face!â He choked out between breaths. âYou look like-!â
At that moment, (Y/N) grabbed another pillow and smacked it against his face, giggling at his stunned expression and mussed hair as she adjusted her crooked glasses. âYou were saying?â
âUm, Miss (Y/L/N)?â They both hastily lowered their raised pillows and looked at the doorway where Peter Parker stood, once again as red as a tomato, holding his notebook. âI-I, um, need some help on my body paragraphsâŚâ
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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Iâve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and Iâll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter Six
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the official ranking of RA photoshoot outfits (pt. 1)
as @dykethorinâ said when I first proposed doing this particular ranking, âSome real Decisionsâ˘ď¸ were madeâ with these shoots yâall
all photoshoot outfits (for part one) under the cut
the official ranking of Daniel Miller outfits here
the official ranking of Adam Price outfits here
the official ranking of Claude Becker outfits here
guys, Iâm crying with laughter
hey quick question: what the fuck was this photoshoot??? (and also I need current RA in these poses)
itâs real nice to see a fun, loosey-goosey RA (before he established himself in the broody-character archetype) but there are so many questionable fashion choices here
when I started this list I had two options:
1)Â Â Â Â allow some leeway to the older photoshoots because, letâs be real, the early 2000s were an atrocious time for fashion that a lot of us would most rather forget we participated in
2)Â Â Â Â judge them by todayâs standards, which is harsh but some of these outfits deserve it
naturally, I chose option #2
Itâs so hard to even pick where to start. the too-loose pants? the ill-fitting suit jacket? The untucked dress shirt that is for some god-forsaken reason undone in two separate directions??
I have chosen one thing that sums the outfit up as a whole: what monster decided to put the shirt collar over the suit jacket????
the jazz hands scream âhey Iâm a FUN guyâ but the suit screams âIâm the yo-pro asshole at the office who is so unreliable youâre pretty sure some nepotism must surely have had an influence during the hiring processâ
I originally said âI guess we should be glad thereâs no surfer necklaceâ but then I had the horrifying realisation that itâs a 50/50 shot as to whether that would improve this outfit or make it worse. and you know when thereâs even slimmest chance a surfer necklace could improve an outfit somehow that itâs time to take a good hard look at yourself
1/10 just because this photoshoot made me genuinely laugh out loud
wait Iâm sorry, what-
how on godâs green earth is this the same photoshoot (?) as guys, Iâm crying with laughter????
the great thing about these lists is that you are getting my genuine reactions as I progress down the images. I had no idea this was the same photoshoot (?) until approximately 10 seconds after writing guys, Iâm crying with laughter
this perfectly encapsulates the duality of man â one moment itâs all goofy jazz hands and the next itâs a hunk-of-the-week moment
this man and guys, Iâm crying with laughter are the equivalent of looking at pictures of yourself in high school vs. in your 20s/30s/at your prime. the whiplash is insane
and why is he in front of barred windows?? it appears they were afraid of what would happen if this hunk escaped into the general population
I still canât believe they kept the collar over the suit jacket though
Iâm so conflicted guys, the urge to numerically rank this terrible outfit is strong but uh⌠as per usual shirtless ones arenât fair/10
revenge of the killer surfer necklace
do you ever look back at a specific moment in time and are so thankful that someone took one tiny action? one small thing they did in the heat of the moment that probably seemed innocuous at the time but had far-reaching consequences? for example, it might something as simple as deciding to take a umbrella on a bright sunny day only for it to be extremely useful on the way home when the weather turns
this is how I feel about the person who decided RA could leave that top button closed for this shoot
if you squint, you can see the surfer necklace under that top button. and thank god you have to squint
this is such an early 2000s look though. that shirt by itself is fine and would actually look killer with a properly fitted suit nowadays. itâs the shirt dress and loose denim look with makes no sense to me
2/10 for a pretty uninspiring early 2000s outfit
revenge of the uhâŚÂ
from the same shoot as revenge of the killer surfer necklace this loses .1 of a mark for adding a jacket, while pretty innocuous, to an already busy outfit
1.9/10
were we really that afraid of legs?
why were we, as a society, so obsessed with loose, ill-fitting pants? why were we so desperate to conceal legs from the general population? what secrets were we trying to hide? I understand the comfort factor on the hand, but on the other did anyone actually have eyes
the sneakers/suit combo I can definitely live with. but those pants (that Iâm convinced must be pyjama pants in another life) turns it all into a sloppy, blurry mess
2.7/10
is it a bird? is it a plane? no, itâs⌠a floating RA?
what is it about photoshoots in the early 2000s where they just make no damn sense. itâs my opinion that the theme/concept of a shoot should not overshadow the subject, and thatâs the correct opinion (as well as being the exact opposite as to whatâs happening here)
maybe there was a hint or reason as to why floating wizard RA exists in the article that this shoot presumably came with, but I donât get it. clearly Iâm far too literal of a person and need to embrace my inner artist
looks pretty, still weird
moving on the entire point of this post, the outfit, I uh,⌠oh god
Iâm pretty sure this the same (and similar, if not) outfit RA wore in the North & South behind-the-scenes, and how we as a society went from John Thorntonâs stiff collar and top hat to this is amazing
maybe we were so obsessed with period dramas back then because it was a nice alternative to indulge our eyes in when we had to face the harsh, cold reality of modern fashion at the time
anyway â trust me, while I am all for a man in a necklace, letâs pray surfer necklaces never come back 2.9/10
I genuinely was looking up âpinstriped jacket jokesâ because I couldnât think of anything off the top of my head but then I realised I donât need a joke here because pinstriped jackets are a joke all by themselves
I feel like there may be a situation where pinstriped suit jackets might grow on me, but this is not that situation
also I donât really know where I stand on the belt, but I certainly think Iâm leaning towards the âwhyâ part of the scale. if youâre gonna make a belt that prominent in a photoshoot, at least make it a fun belt
3/10
Iâm noticing a trend in these photoshoots and itâs these horrific backgrounds
I will admit that the non-patterned suit jacket is going with the jeans a lot better here. but now that my attention isnât focused on that, all I can see are the dress shoes. WHY DID YOU PUT DRESS SHOES WITH STRAIGHT-LEGGED JEANS???
please someone I am begging you, can we as a society get to tapered jeans already
3.3/10
did RA genuinely ever get put into any clothes that actually fitted him properly at this point in time?
look, I know Iâve been picking on the bootcut jeans & loose attire that plagued us in the early 2000s (or 2006, to be specific to this photoshoot). what can I say, itâs the low-hanging fruit. or loose-hanging, as the case may be
I do appreciate that rich brown leather jacket and that smile. but thatâs where it stops. someone take dress shirts and dress shoes away from bootcut denim PLEASE
3.5/10
this is the bad-boy from your hometown in every rom-com ever
as with well this in an interesting development that I canât say I disapprove of below, the lower rating is simply because from what we can see, itâs just a plain shirt. however, that dipped v-neck? mm-mmm
look at that smirk. this man knows what heâs doing to us, dammit.
why do you persist in hurting us this way 4/10Â
well this in an interesting development that I canât say I disapprove of
god bless the person who said we need this shirt wet and clinging and only half-soaked
Iâm so sad that I have to give this such a low ranking because uh⌠weâve established I have a weakness for those biceps
this does also get bonus points for the creativity of âonly this portion of your shirt needs to be wet for your close-upâ but at the end of the day it is a solitary grey t-shirt even if it is floating in an attractive sea of muscles
4.5/10
the photographer really said âwho gives a crap about the clothesâ, huh?
an interesting shirt! but as much as I love RAâs face, we should be able to see more of the shirt (and the outfit) because uh⌠itâs hard to make a judgement call on a photoshoot outfit without that
also, itâs just so hard to concentrate on some of these with RA staring into my soul like that
*sigh* 4.6/10
hello sir, are you as kinky as your shirt?
this is one of the few occasions on which I will give the bootleg baggy jeans a pass. interesting choice to go shoeless for all outfits in this shoot â but the way the shirt is all crumpled is annoying me an incessant amount. I am begging you, someone pass this stylist an ironing board PLEASE
4.7/10 for a crinkle-cut RA
all thatâs missing is the beer cans
Iâm not sure of the short sleeves here. I think with the shirt open as well my brain doesnât know where to look
HOWEVER, this is an RA from the early 2000s that I can get behind â largely because heâs not drowning in his denim
the nice, plain belt which matches with the shirt? excellent
interesting choice to go with the bare feet â this entire look (and the quality of that concrete floor) screams âweâre chilling at a summer party in your parentâs basement in the early 2000sâ if not for one thing â that couch is way too nice looking. am I being too pedantic about this? no. If youâre gonna go for the whole basement party look, you need a couch thatâs falling apart and has at least one questionable stain on it
that being said, I would hang out in this manâs basement
itâs a shirtless one so once again, I cannot give a numerical answer/10
Iâm not sure if this man is dangerous or is just an idiot
they may have been wanting RA to embrace his inner Daniel Miller here but that is NOT a jacket that should have its collar popped or if it is, it definitely should not be popped that much. just turn the intensity of that pop down by⌠at least 35%
this look is telling me to embrace my inner lacy, ruffled collar that men in England used to wear around the 1500 - 1600s. I hate it and refute it with every part of my soul
this is what happens when you embrace your inner Daniel a little bit too much 5.6/10
the return of the leg monster
not much to say about this except once again we are terrified to put RAâs legs into well-fitted pants. what secrets are hiding underneath those voluminous billows? will we ever know?
5.8/10
the one that crushed my hopes and dreams and then spat on my corpse
so I admit it, I got really excited because I thought that this was a leopard print shirt and I was like âthis is something I did NOT know that I needed until right nowâ, even if I would argue that it could have been nice in a little bit of a brighter colour. no matter, I thought it was a nice subtle addition to this plain suit and was just very excited at the prospect of RA rocking leopard print even though I almost always hate leopard print in single every form it comes in
and then. upon zooming. a disappointing paisley. sorry, paisley lovers. I hate it
I would also argue here that the pocket square would have been nice in a plain, bright colour rather than another patterned item thrown into the mix. come on stylists, stop letting me down with your pocket squares
also if there is a point where a suit can be too shiny, I think weâve found it. I could wax floors with that fabric and Iâd rather be thinking about RAâs talent & good looks rather than imagining him being used as a human mop
the hand porn is uh⌠strong with this one 6/10
the hand porn one
the ring is a nice subtle touch but I canât decide where I stand on this tie. for me, the checks are just a *wee* tad too small. so small that it Iâm scared it will turn into one of those optical illusions with a number in it if I stare at it the tie for too long
the pocket square could also have not tried so hard to blend in with the rest of the suit jacket. give me some colour, baby!
Richard really needs to put his hand down so I can actually concentrate on the clothes 6.5/10
 Iâm just dotty for this one (Iâm so sorry yâall)
so suave. so shiny. I wanna stroke that fabric so bad, it looks so soft
the dots bring a nice yet understated touch to a monotone outfit and GOOD LORD those thighs
they just had to pose him like this to torture us, Iâm convinced. also they call him a âcommanding gentlemanâ in the subtitle which is really just unnecessary to verbalise when heâs sitting like this
Someone put me in a rom-com with this man 7.2/10
the modern magician (at least he ainât floating this time)
I know that the hat should be the focus of this shoot but I canât get over those shoes
tangentially related, I have never understood why they make menâs dress shoes so excessively long and pointed. these certainly arenât a good example of this but uh⌠I donât understand why menâs dress shoes are clown shoes
I think part of whatâs throwing me off is the sockless look. normally I can handle (and even love) it with some shoes but thereâs something about the hem of those jeans and those shoes that turn them into slippers when worn sockless
I love the two-tone scarf but what really excites me is the plaid shirt that we can barely see. Iâm eternally sad that they had RA hid it in this pose. and also, come one. you couldâve at least gotten a chair with an actual back to it. that canât be good for his back at all
the one bonus of this outfit is the hat because when do we ever get RA in hats?? and hats that arenât baseball caps?? a nice, rare touch. but also one which hides most of that face soâŚ
can we talk about the fact that my gut tells me those jean cuffs have been deliberately turned up at the front and all I want in life is to reach into this image and flip them down 7.5/10
*pterodactyl noises*
holy macaroni. that demin shirt. and this shirtâs even a nice lighter denim colour??? and the v-neck?? SIR
I know heâs worn some faux-denim shirts in the last few years (see: Uncle Vanya rehearsal pics) but as outerwear? knocked it out of the park in this one
also I know this is a shirt not a jacket, but this shirt made me think about how I never realised how much I needed RA in jean jackets until today
It could be argued that a nice crew neck cut would work slightly better than the v-neck but thatâs really a personal choice
a lovely respite for my weary eyes 7.7/10
a truly, truly blessed image. the sort of image that would bring you endless good luck
I know Iâve given a lot of pants crap on this list but these. these are the ones. these are doing the lordâs work for sure. and god bless the person who decided to shoot from this particular side angle.
and then the shirt?? Iâm honestly afraid it may rip if he moves. I could leave or take the tie though. itâs not adding a whole lot to this outfit and I would much rather that shirt be uh⌠open at the top for a glimpse of uh⌠well. you know.
this RA outfit laughs in the face of all those early 2000s RA outfits 8.1/10
me running to open my phone every time an RA-related notification pops up
my only sadness is that this shoot was in black & white. we need more action-shot RA shoots!
also the subtle plaid?? *chefâs kiss*
well, I said âmy only sadnessâ but is it also me or are both ends of that tie strangely square? that is throwing me off from an otherwise spectacular photoshoot outfit, I wonât lie
8.5/10 for a man of action
this is what we all like to think we look on the way to work. hate to break it to ya - we donât
god, that wind-ruffled hair. the rustic look provided by both the suit material & the photo editing. that stare over the top of that coffee mug. the casual âI just picked up the paper on my way out this morningâ
words fail me
would it be weird if I said I would pay money to be able to run my hands through anyoneâs hair that looks as soft and wind-swept as that 8.9/10
the comfiest RA
I love. love. love this outfit, especially the sweater. the pant colour goes extremely well with this one and Iâm so glad they didnât just stick him in jeans. the is the softest, comfiest RA and I love it. this is an RA who you can simultaneously share a beer and takeaway with at home, cuddling up on the sofa while you watch a film, as well as an RA who will take you out to eat fancy pasta at an upscale restaurant.
the choice of sitting on a stool is also great. my only real gripe here is the watch (and even thatâs a minor one, really). the watch isnât THAT bad, but itâs chunky face reminds me slightly of the watches boys in my class would wear in middle school. the watch could be a *wee wee tad* slicker, but really, Iâm nitpicking here (and this is the only time I will admit to it)
the more I look at it, the more this becomes one of my fav RA pics. the slight smile. the relaxed pose. the hint of hand porn
weirdly, for some reason this picture gives me the exact same comfy and âjust chilling outâ feeling as when I hear the song âKiss Meâ by Sixpence None the Richer 9.5/10
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One Wish
I think this is the first time ever or in a while that Iâm posting something on the day that I meant for it to come out lolđ. Hope you guys like it and that everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holidaysđ!
Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader
â ď¸: Mentions of pregnancy, brief concerns about problems conceiving, fluff other than that thoughđ!
âMommy!â
âHey- whatâs wrong?â Picking up your sniffling little one running towards you, he rests his head in the crook of your neck as a fresh set of tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
âRiver and Kyle were talking about Santa and the North Pole when their classmate interrupted saying how Santa wasnât real,â Chris explains leaning against the counter still holding onto his sonâs Spongebob backpack. âAnd apparently he called them babies if they still believed in him.â
âHe is real...right?,â his tiny voice quivers breaking your heart.
âDo you believe he is?â
âYes,â he nods lifting his head.
âThen heâs real,â you smile kissing his forehead.
âI knew it! I said so, but he wonât listen.â
âWell donât worry about him. Heâs just jealous because heâs probably on the naughty list,â you state causing a little gasp to leave his lips.
âThatâs not good.â
âI know. But hey, why donât you go wash your hands and then you can help me with cookies? Think thatâll make you feel better?â
âMhmm! And watch Nightmare Christmas with Jack!â
âYea bubs we can watch Nightmare before Christmas too,â Chris chuckles watching River excitedly climb down to get his bag and hurry to his room.
âLet me guess, Devin?,â you ask moving throughout the kitchen getting everything youâd need.
âYep.â
âI know I shouldnât say this, but that kid really gets on my nerves.â
âBabe,â he laughs with head slightly bowing forward.
âHe thinks he knows everything and then his parents just think itâs sooo precious, ugh.â Stopping you from walking past again, you feel both of his strong arms hugging you to his chest rubbing up and down your back.
âAww did Devin make you upset too?â
âYes he did and I donât wike it,â you answer poking out your bottom lip as you look up at your giggling husband. Leaning down, his lips sweetly peck yours twice before staying attached for a few seconds longer making you smile as his nose brushes against yours.
âFeel better?â
âMhm,â you nod making him laugh once again.
âIâm ready!,â River beams running into the kitchen with Dodger on his heels. Stepping his bare feet atop Chrisâ, still in his sneakers, holding his arms up he lifts the excited child to sit on the counter beside him with legs dangling over the edge.
âAlright what kind of cookies do you want?,â you ask turning to the desert section of your cookbook.
âChocolate chip! With extra chocolate.â
âReally? You sure you donât want worm cookies? With extra slime?,â Chris jokes making River shake his head in disgust.
âEww! No daddy, chocolate chip.â
âYou hear that babe? He wants coated frog lip cookies. Iâve never heard of that but if you insist..â
âNoo chocolate chip!,â he giggles as his cheeks become covered in kisses from his father. Mixing all the dry ingredients in the large glass bowl, River carefully cracks the eggs, with the help of Chris, and adds the rest of the wet ingredients before moving to scoop in the chocolate chips. Multiple times throughout the process you have to stop them from trying to eat the entire bag only making them get more creative on how to sneak more when you werenât looking.
Or thought you werenât at least.
Once everything was cleaned following the cookies and dinner, and River got to watch his favorite movie while happily tapping his feet to every song, Chris took the yawning child to get ready for bed leaving you to do the same for yourself. As if on cue, by the time you were sliding into bed trying to get comfortable having showered and finished your full nightly routine, there was your husband softly closing the door behind him with a piece of paper in his hand laughing to himself as he approached the bed.
âWhat?,â you ask, amused as he lies across the foot of the bed propping his head up with his hand and bent elbow.
âRiver gave me his list for Santa that he made in class.â
âIâm sure itâs filled with toys,â you and Chris both chuckle.
âSee for yourself.â
You sit up taking the red and green bordered paper from his outstretched hand preparing yourself for quite possibly the most outlandish requests from the current look on his face.
âDear Santa, Iâve been really good this year,â you begin smiling at your sonâs slightly shaky handwriting and occasional misspelled words. Continuing down the paper, Chrisâ eyes stay fixed on you waiting for your reaction when you get to that special part.
From your extended pause and furrowed brows as you bring the letter a bit closer to your eyes, a chuckle leaves his lips as he crawls up the bed lying cheek down on the pillow beside you and his large hand slides under your, well his, oversized graphic tee gripping your hip.
âBut what I really really want is a baby brother or sister this Christmas so we can play at home with mommy and daddy and all of us have fun,â you read aloud looking down at your husband.
âYeaaa...â
âWhat are we gonna do?â
âWell,â he smirks gently draping your leg over his jeaned hip as his thumb grazes back and forth over your recently moisturized skin. âWhat kind of monsters would we be to not grant our childâs Christmas wish?â
âChris you know it doesnât happen that fast.â
âWe could get the ball moving at least?â Leaning up to kiss your neck, you feel his teeth and lips taking turns nipping at your ticklish skin making you giggle as you try to nudge him off.
âChristopher..â
âOkay, okay. I honestly donât know. We either tell him ahead of time, hurting his feelings when heâs already sensitive about Santa from earlier, or we wait that morning and he still gets his feelings hurt. Either way I feel like itâs a lose lose.â
âPretty much.â Thereâs a comfortable silence as you both try to ponder the best option. His fingertips drifting up and down the back of your thigh still across him while you rake through his hair.
âMaybe heâll get distracted with all his other gifts and forget about it?â
âYou really think our son is gonna forget?,â he chuckles shifting to look at you with a raised brow. Moving to give you more room, you lie down with a sigh slightly concerning Chris with the conflicted look on your face.
It had always been the tale-tell sign that you were overthinking and your anxiety might soon take over. âHey, you know this isnât some way to force you to have another baby right?â
With a simple nod, your head moves to his chest and hand drops from his hair to the medallion crooked on his chest.
Itâs not that you didnât want to have another one, you were anxiously waiting for the day youâd hold that stick that read positive in your hand again, or the doctor to tell you congratulations as you sat on the obnoxiously loud paper covering the leather seat in the exam room. After your false positive last month though, doubt and worry began to overshadow that excitement.
âTalk to me,â he softly states bringing you out of your thoughts, his other arm wrapping around your body to rub your shoulder.
âItâs just...I canât get what happened last month out of my head. What if it happens again and we find out I canât get pregnant anymore? Or what if we do and get excited...and-,â Before you could stop them, tears trailed down your cheeks onto his shirt as he held you closer trying to soothe you.
âShh, hey itâs okay.â
âWhat if itâs not? Whenever weâve talked about kids youâve always said how you wanted a big family with a house full of kids running around.â
âItâs not all about what I want though Y/N. This marriage isnât just me.â
âI know but I still want you to be happy,â you mumble, sniffling as he sits up looking at you as if you were crazy.
âYou think Iâm not happy? Babe you and River both have made me happier than Iâve ever been and will always make me happy.â
âI didnât mean that you werenât happy now...,â
âWhat, you think if you couldnât have anymore kids I wouldnât be happy?â
Avoiding his eyes as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt, you hear him sigh as he leans closer holding your chin in his warm hand for you to look into his blue pools full of sympathy. âSweetheart I didnât marry you for your ability to have kids, and if you can or canât doesnât dictate your worth. I was just as happy when it was just us as I am now that weâre three, which wonât change if we become four, five, or so on.â
âI hope that so on doesnât go on forever. I thought our absolute limit was four?,â you softly speak making him laugh.
âAs I was saying,â he continues, the back of his finger wiping away your tears. âWould I mind having another? No, but only if and when youâre ready. And if you tell me now, tomorrow, or next year youâre done then thatâs it, and I will still be the happiest man with my stunning, intelligent, hilarious even though she doesnât think so wife, and perfect son who never fails to make me smile.â
Your hand finds the nape of his neck as you close the remaining space between you and your lips collide in a slow, yet passionate exchange as if both of you were trying to embed the feel and taste of each otherâs lips on your own.
âThank you,â you whisper, smiling against his now red lips.
âI love you Y/N. Remember that nothing will ever change that.â
âI love you too.â
âââ
The house is peacefully quiet as your eyes open to see the ground and trees outside covered in a light blanket of snow that still steadily fell from the grey sky above. Careful not to wake your husband who, from the sound of his snores, sounded like he was in a blissful sleep, you turn your body to face his planting your face in the crook of his neck arched perfectly for you to fit. A long, quiet breath leaving your nostrils as your lips curl into a smile, your arm falls across his tattoo littered abdomen and hand dangles along his side.
Your fingertios lazily dragging along his ribs eventually makes a small shudder spread through his body as he pulls you closer. âHandâs cold,â he mutters with eyes still closed.
âSorry,â you whisper slowly retracting your arm until his larger hand grabs yours bringing it to the side of his head as he trails kisses from your palm to the middle of your forearm. Long lashes fluttering against his cheeks, he reveals those heart stopping eyes as a drowsy smile appears on his lips.
âMerry Christmas beautiful,â he groggily speaks making you giddy from the butterflies in your stomach.
âMerry Christmas.â Your hands rest on either side of his head as you lower yourself meeting the corner of his mouth before moving to his pouted lips.
âShh Dodgey letâs go look,â you both hear causing you to separate with knowing smiles on your faces.
âLetâs go before he opens everything.â
Natural light breaks through the thin curtains as you and Chris quietly make your way to the living room, him in his sweats and solid red shirt, and you in one of his hoodies on top of your own grey sweats. You both stop at the doorframe watching him walk all along the twinkling tree admiring his presents and even peaking behind to see what all was hidden along the back wall.
âDid you two start opening presents without us?,â Chris asks startling River before he smiles, running up to the both of you and hugging your legs that respectively stood right next to the other.
âMerry Christmas!â
âMerry Christmas!,â you and Chris speak at the same time as he lifts the excited child to sit on his hip. Both of you sandwiching him in as you each blow raspberries on one of his cheeks, an eruption of giggles soon follows after.
âLook daddy! The cookies and carrots!,â he shouts pointing to the table with two empty plates and half empty glass.
âI know! Santa wanted me to tell you thank you, and that the reindeer loved the carrots.â You have to stifle your laugh seeing your sonâs eyes go wide in shock as he stares at his father with this new revelation.
âYou know Santa?!â
âOf course! He calls parents throughout the year to help make his final decision on the naughty and nice list,â Chris answers, smiling when River turns to look at you with the same amount of shock.
âYou too mommy?!â
âYep! We had a long chat last night before he left.â
âDid he see my list? Is a baby coming?!,â he asks with big brown eyes looking back and forth between you and Chris. You knew this moment was coming, but youâd never be prepared for the hurt youâd feel seeing your baby boy disappointed.
âUm..as of right now there isnât gonna be one bubs,â Chris answers leaving him confused as his little eyebrows furrowed together.
âWhy?â
Meeting each otherâs eyes, neither of you expected to be having âthe talkâ this early with River. But settling on the couch where he sat in Chrisâ lap ready to intently listen to your every word, youâd just have to try your best.
âWell sweetie, itâs not really Santa whoâs in charge of that. Itâs the...um...baby fairy!â
âBaby fairy?â
âYea, sheâs the one that makes sure the baby is perfect. And once itâs ready, sheâll deliver it to the mommyâs stomach where itâll grow until itâs time to be born.â
âHow-how does she know when to make it mommy?,â he asks tilting his head.
âThatâs a very good question. Um...well uh...Chris why donât you answer this one?,â you suggest completely catching him off guard. His pleading eyes meeting yours that read âToo bad, Iâm not doing this all by myselfâ. Clearing his throat, he nervously smiles down at River now giving him his full attention.
âUh...she knows because...thereâs a signal that rings a uh bell and that tells her to start working.â
âWhat signal?â
It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide your laughs seeing Chris redden by the second. You could swear you even saw a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he nervously chuckled raking his brain for his next answer. Hearing your muffled snort, he shoots you a playful glare as you mouth a quick sorry before petting Dodger to distract yourself.
âThe signal is a...um handshake. But itâs a very special one that is filled with lots and lots of love.â
âOh...okay,â River replies, disappointment evident on his face that he wouldnât be getting the gift he was most looking forward too.
âThereâs one last important thing about the baby fairy though,â you state tilting his small chin to look at you. âShe works all year round. So, just because thereâs no baby now doesnât mean there wonât be one later.â
At that, his cheeks perk to a smile and eyes become bright again as he crawls over to hug his arms around your neck.
âItâs not the signal, but I write her too just in case.â
âSounds good,â you smile kissing his cheek. âNow go ahead and open your presents so we can go to grandma Lisaâs.â
He quickly scrambles to his feet motioning Dodger to follow and help unwrap the gifts making both you and Chris softly laugh as you scoot closer together.
âVery special handshake?,â you repeat in a whisper as he drapes an arm over your shoulders.
âHey itâs the best I could come up with on the spot okay. And baby fairy? Why not stick with the stork?â
âBecause a bird carrying a baby from who knows wouldâve been more difficult to explain, and itâs the best I could come up with on the spot okay?â Mocking his voice, you feel a pinch on your side replacing the smirk on your face with shock from the small gape of your mouth. âDid you just pinch me?â
âI donât know, maybe it was the pinch fairy,â he shrugs standing up to help River with his presents before you could do or say anything back.
Within an hour, the living room had turned into what youâd describe as the end of the workday at Santaâs workshop from the ripped wrapping paper that was scattered along the floor, along with discarded plastic and cardboard once containing toys that now lied out in the open waiting to be played with again. It made both of your hearts swell seeing how happy River was with each of his presents. Every few minutes heâd walk up to either one of you tugging you down to place a kiss on your cheeks adorably thanking you for everything. He wanted to bring all his new toys to Lisaâs so his cousins could see and play too, but was convinced to bring his top two after being told, and shown, that all of them wouldnât fit in his bag.
Walking through your bedroom door that evening once returning home, the clock on the bedside table reads 10:13 pm as you both fall back on the bed. As usual, Christmas Day at his motherâs was filled with lots of laughs, exchanging of more gifts, food, playful sibling rivalry between Chris and Scott that ended in both of them being fussed at by Lisa and told to settle down once they got too loud, and of course the kids playing all day with their new toys.
Needless to say, you both were tired.
However, the house was uncomfortably more silent now with River spending the night and remaining weekend at his grandmaâs along with his other cousins. It was something new Lisa wanted to start to give you guys a short break for yourselves.
âBabe? You sleep?,â Chris cautiously asks in a hushed tone.
âNo, and honestly I donât know if Iâll be able to. Itâs different not having River here.â
It was his first time spending the weekend at someone elseâs place, and while you knew it would be a good experience for him and heâd be fine, the protective momma bear in you couldnât help but worry. Grabbing your hand, he lifts it to his lips kissing your knuckles.
âYea it sounds even quieter that weâre alone.â
âMhmm.â
â...And itâs gonna be like that the whole weekend,â Chris smirks, peeking over at you to see if you came to the same realization as him.
âYep,â you sigh, eyes still towards the ceiling.
Clearly you hadnât yet.
âFirst time weâve been alone for that long since he was born. House completely to ourselves. Not worrying if heâs doing something when it gets too quiet because itâs only us.â
Giggling to yourself, you turn to lie on your stomach lightly trailing your nails from the hairs of his beard down the middle of his chest and abdomen.
âSo what youâre saying is that weâre absolutely, utterly all alone? In this big, cozy house?,â you ask tracing the tattoo right below his bellybutton feigning confusion as a hearty chuckle escapes his chest. Sitting up on his elbows, his hand caresses your cheek as he leans forward teasingly brushing his lips against yours. His hand shifts to the back of your neck pulling you closer to connect your lips in a breath taking kiss that leaves you wanting more once he pulls away.
âExactly,â he lowly whispers. âThinking what Iâm thinking?â
âYea,â you breathe out, biting your lip. âWe have all the ice cream to ourselves!â A giddy smile forms on your lips hopping over your husband looking dumbfounded.
âUm y-yea...not really what I was thinking but..â
âAnd then after,â you start pulling him up to stand with you. âWe can really start being alone. Like in the bed, and the shower, and the kitchen counter-.â
âAnd? Youâre preparing for a busy weekend huh?â
âPlenty of chances to perfect that special handshake for the baby fairy,â you smirk. A squeal leaves your lips as youâre lifted over his shoulder with both hands inadvertently tickling your inner thighs from his grip.
âI like the way you think.â
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