#and tonights episode was basically one big escape room

[fullyfazed]

thinking about... gen loss oc template....

#generation loss #gen loss #it would be like #player/viewer #pov character #npc/villain #and showfall media member #maybe im brainrotting cause i just got a job as an escape room host #and tonights episode was basically one big escape room #but i think it could be cool #fun and silly even

[i-smoke-chapstick]

I was grazing through the jervis x reader tag when I stumbled across your account. I read over your rules and what fandoms(characters) you write for and was wondering if I could either get headcanons or just a story, whichever is easier, if Jervis tetch (Benedict Samuel’s version) spotting fem or gn reader who has dwarfism( and if you’re not sure with writing this, it can just be a really short reader), hanging about with Jim (Either can be Jim’s sibling or close friend up to you) and is instantly just “😍🫣”. This can be during the breakout episode with the j squad. He starts trying to get close to them without getting arrested by Jim, leaving rhyme like letters for them, flowers, etc. Reader takes the letters to Jim who instantly knows who it is cause who else rhymes like that? Reader is then unsure about Jervis’s actions, thinking they aren’t real feelings since he is technically mad and messed up in the head and they are hella shy and insecure for obvious reasons.

I just realized I’m reflecting a little here. Sorry 💀. Basically I have dwarfism and it’s lovely to read others interpretations on people who have it. Not just readers who are short but actually have the disability.

You can either continue from here or cut it to an ending btw. Sfw or NSFW is both fine with me. Thank ya tons! And I’ll understand if ya can’t or just don’t want too!

'WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW,

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X DWARF!READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Jervis is intrigued, obsessed, and very deeply in love.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x dwarf!female reader. Anon who sent this- thank you for entrusting me!! I absolutely love obsessed Jervis teehee. warning for pretty obsessive behavior. (jer has no sense of boundaries)

♫ “Tonight, you're mine completely. / Can I believe the magic of your sighs?” Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? by Amy Winehouse

You've heard the whispers from Jim. He's been freaking the fuck out, for lack of better words. Not just one mad man on the loose- but three. You tell him there's a mad men on the loose every other day...it's Gotham. He just sighs.

Three of the big bads escaped Arkham last night- only one of which who you'd met personally a few months back. Though, you remember it like it was yesterday.

You were in the GCPD with Gordan and Harvey when it happened. You typically avoided the place- the guys there were assholes. You heard all the same comments before, about how you looked. Thank god for Harvey and Jim- especially Harvey, who had chewed a cadet out for laughing.

Jim had holed himself up with a girl named Alice Tetch. He had advised you came to the GCPD that day, horrible idea, you had to admit. "It's for your own protection." He said, but had left you out of the interrogation room by yourself.

You facepalmed as you watched the officers do there work awkwardly. Every now and again you'd catch one staring and you'd grimace.

It came to a head when you heard a strange circus-like music playing. And then your jaw dropped when two wrestlers stood up on the desks, followed by the loud intercom of a voice overhead.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is with great excitement that we welcome you to our show..."

And then a cop fell from the top floor and splat on Harvey's desk. Yep. Great idea Jim.

You felt yourself shaking- watching the scene unfold before you in chaos and horror. You backed up into the door- unable to move or run.

Suddenly- turning to your left, a man came into your vision. You had to look up to see him; tall and dark with a top hat.

He cocked his head as he looked down on you, eyebrows pulled together. You swallowed, and after a beat of silence, a strange smile broke out on his face.

He seemed to be studying you, paused in his movements.

"Hello." He greeted, curtly. It was as though he was making a mental note of you. Before you knew it, you were being pushed to the side- and made his way right into the interrogation room.

You feared for Jim, but he always had it handled. So...you ran towards a back exit and booked it.

Your luck would have it that now, in the present, Jervis Tetch (that's what you eventually learned his name was) was fiending for a new obsession. That just happened to be you.

The Arkham breakout happened just earlier last night, and you've found numerous letters, flowers, even an antique pocket watch, and light blue dress tailored to your size. Every where you went in your day-to-day a gift was tastefully and subtly placed.

"With every beat, my soul's unrest,

In dreams of you, I am obsessed,

In Gotham's night, you're my desire,

My precious door-mouse, in this world of fire."

Okay- well, a bit cheesy. The letters read...interesting poems. You found it strangely flattering.

You hadn't figured who it was until you begrudgingly went back to the GCPD to tell Jim- who gaped at you. At first, he was hellbent that this was Jervis trying to lure you in, kill you as punishment for the whole Alice situation.

You too found the whole situation confusing. But as the days continued to go by with more and more and more unique gifts and oddly heartfelt poems, it was getting a tad too real.

No, Jervis was most definitely infatuated with you.

Now, you're in your apartment. And you hear a gentle knock at the door.

You open a single latch, allowing you to peak out the creak before letting the visitor in.

You have to look up once again to see him, and you're blood runs both cold and hot and the man. He must stand at least two feet taller than you- looking deep into your eyes with the smile of a gentleman.

"May I come in?" He chirps, gleefully. Against your better judgement, you step away from the door, standing on your toes to unlock it.

He makes his way in, hands clasped together. He scans your apartment, noting his gifts strewn about. Even the flowers he bought you in a vase. His smile widens.

"Hello, my dear." He turns to you, happily. "I see you've gotten my gifts."

"Um, yeah." You manage to speak, sucking your teeth and fidgeting. Before you know it, one of your small hands is being engulfed by his own. He kneels down before you, so you're on the same level.

"Well?" He prompts, squeezing your hand gently. "What do you think, my dear door-mouse?"

"They were....really nice, actually." You speak- and flinch out of his hold. His brows furrow when you do this.

The first thing to run through his mind is that you don't reciprocate the feelings of infatuation. That's how Alice was. He wouldn't have any qualms hypnotizing you, that's for sure. But it would be nice to be appreciated.

You can tell by the offended look on his face what he's thinking, and rush to explain.

"No, no! I...I loved them. I guess, I'm just not sure why you're interested in me?" You nod to yourself. Not just referencing your disability- but your lack of any real conversation with the man.

His face lights up again in understanding.

"Ah! Trivial, my dear. On the contrary, I find you maddeningly lovely." He speaks- and forces his hand onto yours again.

All you can do is nod- a million thoughts racing in your head. You're sure he's crazy, but you find it...kind of nice.

He's incredibly handsy, sitting on his knees in front of you, manhandling you a bit. Before you know it, he's pulling you into him, spouting words of affirmation and nuzzling into you like a cat.

Briefly, you think of what Jim might have to say if he finds out about this and tense.

You realize this is just the beginning.

#x reader #jervis tetch x reader #gotham #gotham villains x reader #gotham jervis #jervis tetch #mad hatter #gotham mad hatter #mad hatter x reader #dc comics #batman x reader #batman rouges #batman rouges gallery #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues

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Clone High President's Day Special Review: (Escape to Beer Mountain: A Rope of Sand and Episode 2: Election Blu-Galoo) (Comissioned by WeirdKev27... wesley)

Tonight, on a special presidents day review of clone high

(Clears throat)

WAY WAY BACK IN THE 2000'S TWO FUTURE SUCCESFUL COMEDIANS TOOK SOME FAMOUS GUYS AND LADIES AND MADE THEM INTO A CULT CLASSIC COMEDY

NOW THE SHOWS GETTING A REBOOT NOW IT'S GONNA MAKE IT IF IT TRIES BUT UNTIL IT GETS RELEASED IT'S TIME TO LAUGH SHIVER AND CRY WITH THE ORIGNIAL CLONNNE HIGGGHHH YEAHHHH…

Honestly i'm suprised it took me this long to clone high, nor that I did our presidents say special last year and never even thought of this as an option.

In case the intro wasn't clear enough, for presidents day we're looking at one of the best shows MTV ever made, Clone High, a 2002 animated comedy about a bunch of clones of famous historical figures made into clones back in the 80s who are now teens living through a giant parody of teen dramas both at the time and in the past, with most of the episodes modeled after your various teen drama tropes which having watched a few (Degrassi, 90210 (both versions), Secret LIfe of An American Teenager) made it hilarious to me, as it matches the genre point for point while also adding in it's own zany looney tunes humor.

Naturally such a wholly weird premise.. didn't really take off and MTV canceled it the first excuse they got, but it's spot on humor, great voice acting, fun animation and brilliant premise and satire meant the show got the cult following it desreved.. and eventually came back by popular demand as it's creators ended up becoming two of the biggest names in animation, making the lego movie, the lego batman movie and Spider-man INto The Spider Verse into massive hits. While it's return is still cooking, and sadly coming to HBO Max, which at the time was a big HELL YES from me, now has me worreid they may prevent us from getting more than two seasons.. though given Paramount is both behind the series and could easily bring it to plus if it's popular enough, i'm not too worried. So while we wait , we can celebrate with the clones of two dead presidents mr. b, as we dive into the first two episodes of the show: Escape To Beer Mountain: A Rope of Sand and Episode 2: Election Blu-Galoo. So come under the cut with me for some angst that's entertaning.

Escape To Beer Mountain: A Rope of Sand

From the outset what the series is is clear.. not just from the throughly kickass themesong that perfectly fits the ti me, but from it's characters, who are easily recognizable both to anyone even casually aware of history.. and anyone whose seen at least one teen drama or movie: You have Abe Lincoln (Will Forte who would show up in pretty much everything this duo made after this), as our bland protaganist who wants to get with the popular girl Cleopatra (Christa Miller), your standard rich bitch popular girl and his only friends: Joan (Of Arc) (VA Legend Nicole Sullivan) , a moody goth who hides her fairly obvious crush on him, and Ghandi (Micheal McDonald), a wannabe party animal whose desperate to fit in. Basically the David Silver of the group. Rounding them out is macho jock rival JFK (Chris MIller himself doi) who genuinely thinks his clone dad was "a super macho stud who conquered the moon".

To get the elephants out of the room quick.. yes casting the white Miller and McDonald was a mistake and one the reboot hopefully avoids, though I would like to see much like say central park or x-men 95, the two actors get other parts in the series. They just don't need to play these two. I accept it to a point as of the time and the industry, as we're only three years out from it being standard to match a characters race to their va every time, but it's still something to not dance around either: They screwed up, their not doing it again in the reboot decades later, so I won't be that hard ont hem.

Speaking of the reboot while it has leaked.. I haven't watched it. I saw a screencap or too because people reblogged it without being considrate that you know.. not everyone WANTS to steal from creators who have waited for this a long ass time, and woudl rather wait. I'm fine if say HBO Max fucks up and puts it on the platform itself early (as it did iwth the first ep of close enough ) or the creators air the episode at a public event for consumption (As seen with owl house and again close enough), but I won't cover something nor talk about it till offical release and won't watch it unless it has been released in some offical capacity.

Now that's out of the way, the episode is dammingly spot on and it's telling teen dramas haven't changed THAT much. I mean I still hope for that degrassi reboot but this show shows the only real change would be diffrent music, though the use of music of the time, while likely why it took till this year to finally stream on paramount+, really helps sell it. It had been a while since I watched these two eps, having not watched the series since breaking out my dvds a few years back. And yes I got that lucky as I found it at fye for only 15 or 20 bucks nearly a decade ago and have held tight to those two discs ever since. It's even the canadian dvd complete with teletoon ads. It's glorious.

But from the "sexy teens' moniker flaunting sexualizing teens despite the characters being underage (though most teen shows sidestep this by hiring older actors and actresses it's still weird and creepy), to the music, the delviery is spot on, with most of the deliveirs sounding just like a teen drama's overdramatic yet whispery way of doing things.. yet saying rediculous shit. It's essentailly the animted euqilveant of airplane, taking a dramatic overblown genre and throwing all sorts of weird shit in, in this case from the premise down. While the plot of Abe and Ghandi trying to get beer for a party so Abe can take his shot with Cleo is pretty stock the fact it's abe and the party dude clone of Ghandi of all people trying to have genghis kahn fake his way into buying beer… and failing horribly that nails it, or having JFK Boiled down to his most embarassing and sexist traits, being mad at cleo for kissing abe later.. while making out with someone else. The cast is all time greats, so it's no shock they pull it off great.

The plot itself is again pretty stock and by the num bers teen pilot: Abe and Ghandi try to get beer but end up getting nonalcholic, Joan tears up at Abe kissing cleo but ultimately tries to push her towards him, Cleo ends up with JFK but hints she still clearly likes abe, and now you know the plot. Oh and Joan tasers Ghandi for ignoring the teen ine she set up. It's just mixed up with various clones from two elvises one pre addiction and svengaling by col parker, one post, a teacher whose half sheep and voiced by a literal and figurative dick, and the local nerd being george washington carver who made his own little peanut sidekick, along with just general madness such as the principal sending Cleo to the maze of death, Ghandi going out a 30 story window and the two best characters in the show.

They are Principal Cinnamon Scudworth, voiced by Lord and his best friend/possible husband and robot butler Mr. Butlertron, played by Miller, and while everyone else does well, Lord and Miller steal their own show as these two are essentailly the Perry the Platapus and Dr. Doofensmirtz of the early 2000s': two scene stealing characters squared away int heir own wacky subplots that rarely seriously impact the main plot, or more Doofenschmirtz and Norm but semantics.

Scudworth is the principal employed by the board of shadowy figures to make these clones into super soldiers… a plan that dosen't quite work as each clone has baggage from their original, a nicely implimented bit that adds some depth: Abe feels stuck in the shadow of his far more confident clone father, Joan became a goth entirely because she isn't sure she can be hers, Ghandi became a party animal because he's entirely sure he can't, and JFK and CLeo are stuck on the suprfical beauty of their selves. i'ts nicely done. Scudworth meanwhile plans to make a theme park.

Really though Scudworth's just there to be thrust by the board or his own stupidity into various shenanigans while Mr. B helps him out and it is glroious. I could watch a whole show of these two alone but honestly they fit perfectly here, their weird over the top antics perfectly fitting the world and contrasting how straight everyone else plays this very stupid world. Scudworth is a cartoon villian in a teen drama high school and his out of placeness just makes him that much more delightful.

For this episode Scudworth has to write a report on being a teen and after a failed interview with joan and sending her to the maze of death, which again everyone is so used to Joan getting dropped in from it dosen't even faze Ghandi, inflitrates the party.. and ends up beaten as a pinata as "Cloney Student'. It's just a taste of what he'll get into, but it's one of the best parts of an already stellar pilot. Escape to Beer MOutnain is hilarious, nicely paced and just PACKED with jokes with most having aged well. Only one or two didn't really work like Joan calling a masculine elanor rosevelt "him" and her oggling joan as she walks away, which is just.. eugh…. but overall the episode is fantastic and if you haven't watched the show, go check it out.

Episode Two: Election Blu-Galoo

And the second episode.. is even better as with the premise out of the way, the comedy ramps up further. It also gives JFK more to do. He was funny enough in the first episode, coming back to wash his hands, grappling with gay dads, and after Cleo leaves to decide who she wants he offers Abe a nacho for no real reason. But this episode really lets him shine as the oversexed idiot we know and love.

In this case Cleo wants to still be Student Body President, but for some reason Clone High has term limits, so she enlists JFK as her maleable pawn to shadow govern the school. Abe runs because he thinks Cleo is into JFK because he's a good leader, and runs on the issues before that sputters out entirely in the face of JFK campaniging soley on his abs.

This one has a scudworth plot impact the main plot a bit more than usual, as Scudworth , hard up for cash for his evil plan since the board outright refuses to give him money( Just for fun i'm going to keep saying no until you hang up…" ). Enter the X-Treme Blu Trio, three totally rad execs who spend the episode screaming nonsense..e xcept for their third and best member X-Treme Bob who instead says things like "I HAVE NO SELF ESTEEM!" and "MY SON WON'T EVEN LOOK ME IN THE EYE ANYMORE!". Their played by the Scrubs trio of Zack Braff, Donald Faison and Sarah Chalke, who all did this for a free as a favor to producer Bill Lawrence of Spin City, Scrubs and Cougar Town fame. And as a fan of Spin City and Cougar Town I love his involvment and most of these actors. Faison in paticular did a LOT of rolls for the show, including George Washington Carver.

At any rate Scudworth gladly sells out and naturally blows it all having only seen 2/3 of MC Hammer's behind the music and concluded money is endless, while the three sellout goons approach abe to do stunts and promote their brand. He and joan fall out, he eventually comes around after extreme blu (just blue housepaint and pancake batter) nearly kilsl Ghandi, it's all pretty great.

Naturally what makes the episode are the jokes, with some all timers. Some I can't really recitie here but one that really gets the teen drama and is clearly parodying dawsons creek has Abe and Joan on seperate docks starring compelatively.. only for it to reveal their on docks right next to each other, with Abe leaving with an utterly nonsense speech on their friendship ending that Will Forte somehow gives as if he were a teen hearthrob "You know what hurts the most? This nail I stepped on". It's pure poetry and if you want to get someone into the show, this is the easiest way.. that or showing them any second of scudworth, but this gets the point across more.

We also.. get a song from Marilyn Manson which at the time was a funny way to bend his image.. but now comes off as "Yikes we accidently had a sexual preadator on our show! ", ditto for Andy Dick but he mostly plays smaller characters while Marilyn Manson's role is a pretty big cameo and thus sticks out more and is harder to overlook. It makes the once utterly hiarious gag of JFK calling him "Scary Andgogyns White Guy" far less funny.

Even with this unfortunate cameo that is no way the shows fault, this episode is still spectacular and that goes for the series as a whole. If your remotely intrestd in this series go watch it, it's on paramount+ and if you don't have that i'ts on mtv.com for free. So check it out before the revival, the series is well worth it and is easily one of the funniest shows i've seen. I forgot just how constant and excellent the jokes were since i'd seen the series last but it's comic genius and was a sign of things to come from this duo. Thanks for reading.

#clone high #chris miller #phil lord #abraham lincoln #jfk #ghandi #joan of arc #cleopatra #principal sucdworth #mr butlertron #mtv

[oioinanami]

home. (nanami kento x f. reader)

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: coming home to you after a long tiring day is everything nanami ever wanted in life.

contains: domestic fluff, established relationship, a bit of sexual suggestiveness

Smooth jazz music fills the apartment when Nanami Kento comes home. His lips curl into a tiny smile when the scents of different spices tickle his nose, and he carefully takes off his shoes, jacket and glasses, before loosening his tie. You are inside the kitchen, humming along to the music while chopping some vegetables to add to the curry you‘re making for dinner tonight. Nanami waits until you’ve finished chopping the zucchini and bell pepper, quietly observing how you lay down the knife to wipe your hands on the kitchen towel. Only then does he step into the kitchen to wrap his strong arms around your waist and pull you flush against his broad chest. You squeal but immediately relax into his arms when he mumbles a soft “Good evening, love.” into your ear. You turn around to smile up at him and gently cup his cheek with one hand, thumb rubbing over the stubble on his chin. He nuzzles deeper into your palm before turning his head to press a soft kiss against your warm skin. “How was your day?”, he asks gently, and you smile. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Work was uneventful and so slow I was allowed to go home an hour earlier. Mina says hi by the way, and asks if we want to come over for a game night on Sunday.” Your boyfriend kisses the tip of your nose, before humming in confirmation. “Sure, sounds good to me.” You purse your lips, drawing your eyebrows together in silent worry while your eyes travel over the dark circles under his eyes and the tired lines around his mouth “You look exhausted, Kento.”, you finally say, but Nanami just gives you a soft smile and shrugs. He has to admit that the sudden surge in curses over the last few weeks has been exhausting. He dislikes nothing more than having to work overtime, simply because it means putting work before coming home to you, but sometimes it just can’t be helped - and he‘s nothing if not responsible. “Nothing a quick shower, your infamous curry and a bit of extra sleep this weekend can’t fix.”, he answers soothingly, and you stand on your tiptoes to press a loving kiss against his lips, loud mwah-noise included. “Fine. Then go move your cute butt into the shower, dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.”, you reply, and he raises one eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. “My butt is not cute.”, he says, voice laced with quiet humor, and you grin at him, eyes sparkling with barely hidden glee. “Oh, it is very cute. Now go, I need to finish my ‘infamous curry’.” And with that you step out of his warm embrace and turn towards the stove again, clearly dismissing him to go get his much needed shower.

//

The hot water does wonders for his stiff, aching muscles. So for a few minutes, Nanami just enjoys the water gushing around his steeled body, the bathroom quiet except for the sounds of the shower and his own steady breathing. Suddenly, your voice cuts through the serene atmosphere: “FIVE MINUTES LEFT UNTIL I’M STARTING TO EAT - WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR CUTE BUTT!” Nanami can’t help but smile, quickly turning off the shower and beginning to dry himself with one of the big fluffy towels that always smell like your favorite laundry detergent.

You’re just setting the steaming plates onto the dinner table in the dimly lit living room when your boyfriend leaves the steaming bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. You raise both eyebrows and cock your head to one side, eyes roaming his body appreciatively before landing on the wry twist of his mouth. You’re about 89% sure he’s flexing his muscles on purpose now, just to see the blush spread over your entire face until it has reached the tips of your ears. “I like sticking to the rules, so dinner first, then dessert.”, you try to say nonchalantly, a bit annoyed at your own reaction to Nanami’s half-nude body. Even after years of dating and living together, your boyfriend still has the same effect on you - the effect being the sudden activation of something you lovingly call your ‘monkey brain’.

“Meaning?”

Oh now he’s teasing you.

“Meaning you better put on some clothes or I cannot be held responsible for my next move.”, you reply and take a step closer, your hand traveling over his stomach, making his abdominals clench, before you take his chin between your fingers, pulling his face closer to yours. “But I’ll happily have some dessert later.”, you whisper against his lips, and he grins wolfishly. “Good. Then I shall behave and get dressed.” With that, Nanami covers your mouth with his, and before he can pull away again, you quickly deepen the kiss, tongue brushing against his bottom lip. He begins to smile, and cocks one eyebrow. “I thought dinner first, then dessert?” You sigh, and nod. “Yes, yes. So please just go, you heathen.” His deep chuckle makes heat spread through your entire body, and his intense gaze isn’t helping either, but then he finally leaves the living room, broad figure slinking away in the darkness of the hallway. You exhale deeply, cupping your own face to cool down your blazing cheeks. “Damn that man and the weird power he has over me.”, you mumble, only half joking, before finally sitting down at the dinner table, taking a few deep gulps from your glass of water. A few seconds later, your boyfriend reemerges, now clad in dark grey sweatpants and a simple white shirt, hair still damp and feet bare. You sigh dreamily, rest your chin on your palm, and just stare at him. Nanami always looks very put together, usually wearing suits and ties, which you also love on him, but this? Him looking so laid back and just overall boyfriend-y? That’s a whole other level of hotness. “You’re drooling.” You jump when his voice interrupts your thoughts, and shoot him a playful glare. “Am not.”, you mumble, “But now that you’re finally here and dressed, let’s eat - bon appétit.” He just purses his lips in an attempt to stifle his pleased smile before he sits down and lifts his spoon. “Bon appétit, love. Thank you for making dinner.” And with that, the two of you begin eating.

//

“Want to finally finish ‘Alice in Borderland’ before going to bed?”, your boyfriend asks after basically having wolfed down two plates of your delicious curry, and you nod immediately. That’s one of the many great things about Nanami - he’s not easily impressed nor easily invested in something, but once he is, he really is. Meaning that even though his schedule has been crazy busy this week, you guys still managed to binge-watch almost all episodes of the relatively new Netflix show. “Absolutely, let me just clean up first though.”, you say, already standing up, but Nanami suddenly wraps his long fingers around your wrist to tug you towards him until you’re standing between his legs. He presses his face against your stomach and buries his nose in the soft cotton of your shirt, deeply inhaling your scent, both arms tightly wrapped around you. You chuckle and carefully run your fingers through his hair, nails gently raking across his scalp. He shivers and a tiny moan escapes him, making your whole body tingle with want, but you quickly shake off the feeling. “Rough day?”, you ask quietly, but Nanami just shrugs. You rarely ask about his work, knowing he prefers to keep it as far away from you as possible. Of course you know he’s a powerful sorcerer, know he is perfectly capable of handling any and all situations no matter the danger, but other than that, he rarely if ever tells you about his missions, always keeping you in the dark but also safe, as he says. “You know you can always talk to me if you need to.”, you say softly, and your boyfriend pulls back to give you a small smile. “I know, love. Thank you. I’m really grateful to have you.” You feel your throat close up with unshed tears, and just nod once, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. “Me too, Kento.” He lifts his head to brush his lips against yours before suddenly standing up. “You already made dinner, so I’ll clean up. You go move your cute butt over to the couch and wait for me.”, he demands, and you lift one eyebrow. “Oh, so you can call my butt cute but I’m not allowed to?” Nanami grins. “You’re more than welcome to call your own butt cute too, I never once said anything against that.” You playfully smack his chest, which basically feels like you’ve just punched a brick wall, and shoot him a playful glare. “That’s absolutely not what I meant and you know it.” He just gives you a smug smile before wordlessly taking the dirty plates and carrying them towards the kitchen.

//

Half an hour later, you’re lying between Nanami’s outstretched legs, back pressed flush against his chest while he’s wrapped both arms around your waist. “Ready for the last two episodes?”, you ask, and your boyfriend just hums in confirmation, his breath tickling your neck and making you shiver. “Let’s go then.” And with that, you press play.

With your back to him, you’re unable to see Nanami’s gentle smile while he gazes down at you, warm and soft and safe in his arms. While he feels like the world of sorcerers is currently going crazy due to the sudden appearance of Sukuna’s new vessel, you continue to be a steady and grounding presence in his life. Mostly unknowing of and therefore untainted by the world of curses and darkness he decided to be part of, you’re the light he will always search for and return home to. You don’t even understand the impact you have on him, how grateful he is to you for bringing so much warmth and laughter into his life, to be the person he can confidently call his home. You giggle at something said on tv, and almost unconsciously, he pulls you even closer to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss against your sensitive neck and making you squirm in his arms. “Later, Kento.”, you chastise him, and he just hums, nuzzling deeper into your soft hair, before intertwining his long fingers with yours. He already knows that one day soon, your hand will have a ring on it - the one he bought months ago but still keeps safely tucked away in the deepest, darkest corner of his closet, just waiting for him to ask you the most important question of his life. For now, he’s just happy to finish ‘Alice in Borderland’ with you safe in his arms.

And to have dessert later - don’t think he forgot about that.

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The Feeling Is Mutual | | Part 2 | | Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

PART 1

Summary; You’re both profilers, analysing behaviour and making connections. So why is it so hard to read each other?

Includes; injury to main characters, talk of injury, talk of violence, talk of unsub and weapons, talk of being drugged, sickening amount of fluff, mutual masturbation, (MINORS DNI 18+)talk of sex, dirty talk, no dynamic!, and a bit more fluff :)

Word count; 3.6K

Plans had changed and you were not happy about it. The pattern in victimology had shown that the unsub targeted men who were uncomfortable in social settings. Vulnerable type. Derek, being the giant intimidating boulder of a man he was, wouldn’t have attracted the unsub.

So they were sending in Spencer. Everybody including you knew he would fit the description required for this unsub; but the thought of him being touched or hurt or flirted with by somebody that wasn’t you brought a nauseating heavy feeling in your stomach.

“What’s wrong? You’ve had a permanent frown on your face since we started this morning.”

Spencer could feel the mood thickening in the air of the hotel room as he turned to face you.

He was trying to straighten his tie, completely oblivious to the way you stared at him with a mix you could only describe as anger-lust-fear. You didn’t want to even think about how he would react to you telling him the real reason you were upset so you just sighed and shook your head.

“I just hate last minute changes. I thought we were gonna hang back, let Derek do his ‘thing’ and she’d walk out gripping his unnaturally large bicep.” You twiddled with your fingers as you mumbled an excuse to get Spencer off your back.

“What’s wrong with her walking out on my unnaturally small bicep?” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You rolled your eyes, forcing them away from staring at his arms and imagining yourself gripping them in a different situation.

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It was nauseating. The way her fingernails slowly dragged along his forearm, and slipped a little underneath the rolled sleeve. Her stupid voice pitching higher to seem more cute and innocent. He really did fit the part, swallowing thickly and stumbling over his words when she leaned forward a little and exposed her chest a little more.

“Have you ever felt like your body was on fire?” she asked, face now mere inches away from his. Spencer looked over at the security camera that he knew could see them both.

“That’s it. That’s the line. Stand by Y/N, Morgan.” Hotch warned, watching the footage over the nervous shoulders of Garcia.

A young tech student from a local college had been extremely fortunate in escaping the unsub the early hours of this morning. He’d shakily mumbled about her saying about being on fire and then chugging back a pint of straight gin. He asked if she needed help and she’d told him her car was outside if he wouldn’t mind helping her get home.

But as he went to open the driver side door to get in, he noticed her giggling to herself and a gun sitting on her lap. So he ran.

Hotch was worried that his escape would either mess up the trap tonight, or completely change her M.O and she would devolve, leaving you all at another starting point. But luckily for you all, she only had one technique, and was set on using it; so here you all were.

As you stood with your back against the wall, you peeked your head ever so slightly around the bar doors; the small circular window showing the back of her head and Spencer in full view.

“God, she’s making me feel sick. Why is she so touchy? I thought she would’ve dragged him out of here by now.” Whispering with a malicious tone to your voice, Derek chucked quietly at your rage.

“Jealous? Pretty Boy’s getting some attention from a serial killer and you’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous Morgan. I’m disgusted.” sighing, you rolled your eyes.

“Y/N you know it’s my job. I’m not stupid. Anyone can see you’re completely and utterly-“

“Shut up.”

“Y/N you can change the subject all you like, everybody kno-“

“Derek, they’re gone.”

You had no visual. You couldn’t see her, nor Spencer. Not even an inch of her hair flicking into a different direction, not even a corner of Spencer’s jacket.

“Hotch?” Morgan spoke with a warning inflection into his smart watch.

Scanning the footage for where they could’ve possibly gone, Hotch hurriedly put on his Kevlar and gun before jumping out to head round the back of the bar.

“Guys, I have a visual on Reid. He’s out cold up on the V.I.P balcony. I can’t seem to find-”

Peeking again through the bar window, you didn’t have time to register what Penelope was saying nor what was happening before you felt a dull pain throb through your face. Stumbling backwards and trying to keep your balance, you noticed a warm and fuzzy feeling buzzing across your body before everything went black.

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“Can you just shut up and pass me a spoon? I’m not kidding anymore.”

“Get it yourself. You don’t wanna listen to me, why should I listen to you?”

“You’re an asshole Derek. Just so you know. I’ve eaten Jello with a straw before, and I’ll do it again.”

“Boys, will you shut up, her eyes just moved.”

Muffled voices stirred you to consciousness as you struggled to open your eyes. Immediately sending a sharp pain to your head, the lights felt like lasers as you tried to make sense of where you were.

“Jesus H Christ, why are the lights so damn bright?”

“There she is. Good morning pretty girl.” The sweet sounds of Miss Garcia swam through your ears, and her perfume overwhelmed your senses as she leant down to kiss your cheek. “I bought you a cupcake, and I’ve made sure these two don’t touch it.”

Squinting at the two men sitting on the empty hospital bed next to yours, you laughed at the two of them. They were acting like children.

Derek had a plastic spoon in his hand, holding and waving it as far away from Spencer as he possibly could. Spencer sat cross legged, arms folded but with a sealed cup of orange jello in one hand; tutting at Derek with disappointment.

“Would anybody like to update and inform me on why on earth Penelope is babysitting us in a hospital ward?” you asked, attempting to sit up a little bit, and groaning out at how much your body ached.

Spencer almost stood up when you grimaced in pain, but stayed seated as not to look too bothered.

“We caught the unsub,” Derek began to explain, Penelope giggling when you did a silent ‘yay’ and mini jazz hands, “but she roofied Reid, which was new and discovered his badge in his jacket.” He looked over at Reid with a sarcastic look, to which he was met with shrugged shoulders and Spencer digging into his jello.

“As she came back down the stairs to make her escape, she noticed you and Derek arguing or whatever that was outside the bar doors, and snuck into the crowd to watch you. When you tried to find her, I just saw her coming towards the doors but she moved hella fast.” Penelope explained, sipping from a bright pink tumbler.

“She kicked the door that you were stood behind, and then basically jumped you until you were unconscious, but didn’t quite realise I was there. So I got her. Pretty Boy here woke up a few hours ago just hungry.”

Spencer looked up at Derek and smiled, letting everyone know he was too invested in the jello to retaliate to his sarcasm. He glimpsed over at you and smiled in a different way, which Penelope caught on to immediately.

“Anyway! The doctor said you have a lot of bruised ribs but other than that you are good to go home today! Did you want me to stay over at yours? I can bring more cupcakes?” She asked sweetly, passing you the sprinkle covered cupcake and unwrapping it for you.

She was the equivalent of a big sister and a mom to you; always looking out for you, making sure you’d eaten but also joining in on gossip and hosting alcoholic themed sleepovers. She knew about yours and Spencer’s hookups, after the one time you were accidentally too loud in the hotel room next to hers.

You’d been sat on a swivel chair in her office, begging and pleading and bribing with sweet treats and baked goods for her not to tell a soul and as far as you were aware, she stuck to her promise. With a dramatic mime of locking her lips shut, she had grabbed a croissant from your hands and turned back to her computer.

“I could - sorry - I could stay over if you’d prefer Y/N? I know we’ve got a few episodes of Black Mirror to catch up on?” Spencer jumped at the chance to interrupt, correcting himself as his volume came out louder than planned.

Nodding quickly with a huge beaming smile and a mouth full of cupcake, you could feel yourself internally healing already.

“I’d like that. If that’s okay Pen? I’ve tried to explain to him that you can’t ‘catch up’ on Black Mirror but he won’t have it.” You carried on enjoying the sugary treat, as Spencer carried on eating his; ignoring the blatant smirks being swapped between Derek and Penelope.

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As far as you were concerned the past weekend had gone way too quickly. Coming home from hospital on Thursday evening, Spencer had stayed over and still hadn’t left.

It was just about Sunday morning, and you’d both passed out after playing cards until 3am. He’d kept you so busy and your brain occupied you’d barely had time to think about your body aching and healing. He made you laugh so hard at times you were tempted to call the emergency room back to see if they could check you in again.

You guys hadn’t kissed or barely touched except to cuddle on the couch; even then Spencer was hesitant because he was convinced he’d do more damage. But it wasn’t the aches and pains that was getting to you. It was the way you felt starved of touch and affection.

Usually you both would be particularly in the mood, would call one another up and you’d both satiate each other’s needs before maybe having a cuddle and leaving.

In all fairness, the last time you felt him was only yesterday morning when he came to give you some tea in bed. He’d sat beside you - very gently - drinking his own sugar and coffee; hand holding onto your thigh and stroking lightly. It was all too sweet. Sweeter than the concoction he made to drink every morning.

But now you’d woken up only a few hours after going to sleep, the room still a shade of blue and gray. Sunrise was on its way, but night was still present, no birdsong could be heard; but the soft hums of Spencer Reid sleeping filled the air.

You knew that Hotch had given the both of you time off, you had nowhere to be for 2 more days. You wanted oh so desperately to shake him awake, jump his bones and go several rounds until you were due in, but not only could your body not physically take it; your heart couldn’t either.

Something felt different. Unrecognised, the feeling of wanting something else flooded your thoughts. Did you want to be fucked? Did you want to lay in Spencer’s arms for the entire day and be held? Or did you want both?

The way he’d smiled over at you when you woke up in hospital made you feel like you’d driven over a speed bump, your tummy swirling around and doing backflips. How he’d stayed with you after, how he’d looked after you and listened to you this whole time.

Unbeknownst to you however, while you were deep in thought about whatever this weird feeling was; Spencer had blinked his eyes open, rested his head in one of his hands and was watching you.

“What’re you thinking about?”

You jumped, grimacing as you stretched out a rib that you definitely shouldn’t have stretched out. “I’m currently thinking about how much that hurt, how much I hate you and how much I’m going to regret being awake later.”

Spencer laughed, a slight husk from tiredness layered into it. He brought his opposite hand up and stroked up and down your spine, noticing how goosebumps formed underneath his fingertips.

“You cold?”

“No.”

“Come here.”

Slowly laying back down, you groaned out in a mixture of uncomfortableness and relief as you got back into the warm spot next to Reid. Looking over at him made you feel giddy, the way you would feel getting ready for a date or a big event. You were nervous. But why?

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours Y/N?” he asked sweetly, fingers coming up to stroke your cheek. He quickly withdrew them and cleared his throat, laying back down completely parallel beside you.

“Spencer, are you tired right now?”

“No. Are you?” He shuffled onto his side again.

“No. Quite the opposite.” with slight struggle, you mirrored his position, laying on your side and looking into his eyes with a lazy smile.

“Y/N, I can’t, you’re struggling to even lay down let alone-“

“No Spencer, I’m not hinting at sex. Although the millisecond I can, I will.” you laughed out, edging slightly closer to him. His breath hitched, and he shuffled awkwardly.

“What do you want?”

“I want to feel good Spence,”

“I thought you just said-“

“I want to feel good. So, I’m going to make myself feel good.” Your voice dropped a little, hoping that Spencer would catch on to what you were implying. Sometimes he could catch your drift, other times you would have to spell it out for him. Luckily for you, it was the former.

He nodded, waiting for you to make the next move. Watching you with intent, he began taking in each tiny detail of you.

The way you kept your eyes on his but let your hand trail down your body. The sigh of relief and arousal as you shuffled a little closer to him again, before laying on your back slowly and getting ready and comfortable. You let out a deep exhale while trailing your other hand over your chest, squeezing ever so lightly.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re really gonna do it? What if you hurt, the doctor recommended not strain-“

“Spencer, stop. I know my limits. I also know that if I don’t make myself cum soon I might actually spontaneously combust.”

He chuckled at your silliness, before remembering something. “There’s actually been less than 150 cases of spontaneous combustion recorded in almost 2000 years, so I doubt that your heightened state of arousal could cause you-“

“Spencer Reid, if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now I will make sure I’m the 150th case.”

He giggled and leant down to your lips, holding your face with one hand and holding himself up with the other arm. Pressing gently against your lips as if you were made of glass, he smiled against you; letting out a small moan as you reached up and pulled him closer into the kiss.

Your fingers circling over your clit through your panties caused you to wind your hips up against your hand gently, remembering not to overdo it. Moaning out quietly as you applied more pressure, Spencer pulled back to watch you.

“You look so beautiful Y/N.” He whispered, eyes darting between your face concentrated with pleasure and your hands roaming around your body.

He could feel himself growing and stiffening underneath his pyjama pants when you whimpered in response, and he bucked instinctively as the material grew tighter.

“Do you wanna touch yourself too Spence?” you mumbled out, movements staying the same speed but your head turning to watch him,“Touch yourself with me, feel what I’m feeling.”

“Yes, please.” Spencer laid down beside you again, his arm touching yours. Gripping himself through his pants he hissed out at the sudden contact.

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you watched to see what his next move would be; waiting to mirror him. He caught on to you copying his movements as he slipped his hands underneath his pants, a mix of a chuckle and a moan falling from his lips as you did the same.

“God this is so sexy..” Spencer moaned out louder this time, as he grasped his cock fully in his palm. Mimicking his actions, you also became a little louder; the feeling of skin touching skin becoming more and more intense.

“Tell me something Spence.” you spoke breathily, fingers applying more pressure to your clit and switching to dip inside yourself.

Curling his wrist with every sharp tug and squeezing the head of his cock every time he reached the top, all he could do was try to take deep breaths where he held them for so long.

“I thought about you. When she flirted with me.”

You wanted to pause, wondering why he brought up an unsub in the middle of such an intimate moment. But his next words only brought you closer to your brink.

“When I looked over her shoulder and saw you watching, saw the anger in your eyes. You looked so fucking mad baby. I couldn’t figure out why, but I liked it. When she touched me, I wished it was your hands. I thought about you the whole time, fuck.” Spencer squeezed his eyes shut, trying to not look at you in order to keep calm and patient with his orgasm.

“Yeah? Wished it was me leaning over you like that?” You could barely string a sentence together with how good you felt, your thighs clenching together around your wrist, your hips bucking up as much as your body allowed them to.

“Mhmm. Thought about taking you home, bending you over my couch with your uniform still on.”

“Fuck Spence. She made me so jealous, I wanted to go in there and rip her off of you. Would’ve made you mine right there at the bar.”

He hissed and groaned out, speeding up even more, matching the pace you had set yourself; aiming to finish with you.

“Fuck. I’m all yours Y/N, this cock is all fucking yours.” He was so close, throbbing and thrusting into his fist, pulling his head back so he could watch your face.

Hearing him say he was yours dragged you to the edge of your orgasm, thighs beginning to shake a little. Your wrist was growing tired but you refused to stop, too caught up in the gradually increasing pleasure.

“I’m so close honey, please,” you pulled your gaze away from where he stroked himself to meet his eyes, wanting to watch his face as he toppled over the edge too, “please tell me I can come, I wanna come for you.”

You grew needy, ignoring the ache in your torso as you writhed against your fingers, your head falling back as you felt the waves coming. Spencer watched as you slowly began to fall and crash into it.

Tugging at himself with the same speed as you, he quickly moved onto his side a little to watch you better. Pressing his lips to your neck, he bit down gently before whispering the words you needed.

“Let it go for me Y/N, you can come. Come for me,” As you slipped under the waves and felt like you were drowning in the numb yet intense pulsation, Spencer coaxed you through it as he too got carried away by his own throbbing, “that’s it baby, fuck I’m coming, oh my go-, ah fuck it feels so good.”

Spencer became quickly overwhelmed by his orgasm, rolling onto his back again as he carried on spilling onto his stomach. Continuing to slowly rub yourself, you came down from your crescendo and watched as he worked himself through his.

“Fuck Spencer, there’s so much.” Leaving little kisses along his shoulder, you giggled sweetly as he tensed with the aftershocks and tried to catch his breath. He grinned with a post-orgasm smile and turned his head to nestle against the top of yours.

“Are you okay?” Spencer murmured into your hair, leaving a little kiss on the crown of your head. Simply nodding against his shoulder, you attempted to shuffle closer but forgot how tense your body had been in its peak.

“Fuck. Can you help me?” Giggling and wincing at the same time as an attempt to sit up. Spencer laughed at you sweetly, sitting himself up quickly and snaking an arm underneath your back.

Pulling you up smoothly, he left a light kiss against your temple before slipping his other arm underneath your legs and hoisting you up.

“Wait, where are we going?” You whined out, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. He walked the two of you into the en-suite and set you down gently on the counter.

“I am going to get us cleaned up,” he smiled at you before getting a washcloth ready, “and then we’re going to talk about us.”

He began to wipe the washcloth across his chest and his stomach, looking up curiously when you asked, “Us?”

“Wait. What you said about- when you said that thing about making me yours? Did I completely misread that? Because I feel- I thought it was obvious that I felt-“ He stumbled, self consciousness creeping in slowly as he realised he may have taken it too far.

But you smiled softly, grabbing the cloth from his hands and pulling him to rest between your legs. At least he’d cleared the air for you. You didn’t feel remotely nervous anymore.

Cupping his face in your hands and stroking along his jaw with each thumb, you pulled him in for a delicate kiss. Grinning against his lips, he returned the motion and kissed you once more.

“The feeling is mutual, Spencer.”

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Authors note: I’ve been an avid reader of fan fiction since I was a young teen and have always wanted to post my own work but don’t know if people will enjoy reading what I have to write. Here’s something that I had started writing but didn’t finish cause I was so busy with work, but if you could read and leave a like or comment to let me know what you think would be greatly appreciated!

Written during Halloween

re: okay i just came up with this idea while watching the second to last Run!BTS episode since they were talking about ep. 33 with the zombies and they mentioned if they’d do another episode in a haunted house. Of course my first immediate thought was to put my head in the gutter so this is my kinda creepy, sexy, halloween smut, enjoy!

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I’m so excited for tonight. When my manager told the staff and I that BTS was going to be coming to our haunted house this year I legit let out an ‘Eee!’, I got some weird looks from it but whatever, it’s just a habit when I’m happy. And boy am I happy, I’ve got quite a big role to play in tonight's special haunting. My manager Carl said BTS’s staff wants to really scare them so I’m supposed to come out in the beginning and snatch two members and take them away. I’ll have to take them to a room in the basement while the rest of the members complete the haunted house in order to find them. Right now I’m finishing the last minute details of my costume makeup as I’m playing a sexy psychotic serial killer. It’s giving harley quinn meets bellatrix black. I have on a short black dress with a puffed out skirt, almost like a maids costume but the bodice is a black mesh corset. I have on dark red fishnet stockings (i actually bought white ones then dyed it red) and black stilettos with red bottoms. I put my hair into high pigtails with a couple front pieces hanging out and I sprinkled in some red glitter. As for my makeup I paled my face and added heavy eyeliner for what Carl calls the ‘evil eyes’. I look in the mirror as I apply my red lipstick and smack my lips together.

Just then Carl walks in, “You ‘bout ready for the show?” I smile at him in the mirror before turning around. He always insists that we’re performers putting on a show but it’s not like we’re Hamlet.

“Yeah I just need you to add the blood for me.” I say walking over to him holding the bowl of fake blood and a glove.

“This is my favorite part” He says, slipping on the rubber glove. I roll my eyes as I watch him dip his hand in the bowl. “Alright close your eyes”. I close them and wait for impact. I flinch when Carl first flicks blood on my face a couple times before he says I can open my eyes again. He continues to flick blood around my entire costume and body to make it look like I really just brutally killed somebody.

“Oh you know what would be a cool idea is if you left a bloody streak on my arm.” I say to Carl holding up my left arm.

He ponders for a moment and nods his head, “Like this?” He wraps his bloody gloved hand around my forearm before letting it slip, adding such a great detail to my character.

I smile up at Carl, “Thanks! I think that definitely completes the look I’m going for”

“Good” He peels off the bloody glove and tosses it in the trash by the door. “Let’s get going then, it’s about startin’ time”

I nod and follow him out the door but not before grabbing my prop for the night, a very large and sharp knife. Oh I can’t wait to use this.

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I listen from my hiding spot as Carl explains and a staff member translates to BTS the jist of tonight's haunting. How we’re allowed to touch them, some members will be taken(by me), they aren’t allowed to punch or physically harm our team, and most importantly he tells them the theme for tonight. It’s basically like a haunted house and escape room combined. In order to save who I’ll take hostage the rest of the boys must find clues and complete a series of tasks. I hear the boys express some of their concerns to each other.

“Really? They can touch us? Aish, that’s going to be so scary.” J-hope says.

“Yah, what about the part where some of us are going to be taken away?” Jin counters. A couple of them hum in agreement.

“I’ll protect you hyung” Yoongi says to Jin.

“Me too. I’ll keep hyungs safe, I’m not scared.” Jungkook tells everyone. Aww I silently coo to myself as they get ready to enter, JK will always be there to protect his hyungs. TT o TT

I hear the background music pick up and then I hear the sound of footsteps coming closer and I stay silent and waiting as they pass by me into the main entryway. I’m not able to see much, the light casting shadows in my direction, I just see the broad backs of those standing in the back of the group. The heavy metal doors shut behind them locking them inside and now the show officially begins. I start to get giddy but I wait for my queue. Just then a blood curdling scream sounds out, I see my friend Tiffany run in front of the group holding a flashlight and covered in blood stains herself. I slowly creep out as she starts talking, “Help! Help me!” She runs to one of the boys up front and grabs a hold of them. “She’s still here, we need to get out!” I can see them all a bit more clearly now, I’m still in the shadows but I’m closer to where Tiffany stands. She backs away from who she touched which I can now make out as Jimin. “Will you help me?” Tiffany softly asks with a wobble in her voice.

“Namjoon hyung what’s she saying?” Jimin asks, looking towards where he stands near the back.

“She’s asking us to help her escape,” Namjoon answers. “She says there’s someone here.”

J-hope let’s out an ‘ohh’ in understanding Namjoon steps forward a little in the group and addresses Tiffany, “We’ll help you, what’s your name?”

Relief floods Tiffany’s face as she exclaims, “Oh thank you, thank you! I’ve been so scared.” She starts to actually tear up a bit. God I have to remember to compliment her on her acting skills. I check to see if the knife is still strapped to my thigh, it is, and I get into place, ready to pounce.

“What’s your name?” RM asks again.

Tiffany wipes her eyes and looks at the group, “My name's Tiffany.” and gives them a small wave. All the boys let little ‘Ahs’ and softly say hello. This is it. Show time. I leap out of the shadows brandishing my knife holding Tiffany as I stand behind her.

“Oh isn’t it my favorite playmate. Why did you run away from me darling, did I not give you attention saving you for last.” I giggle deliriously until my gaze rests on our guests in front of us. “Who do we have here?” I tilt my head at them curiously and make eye contact with each member just for a second. I stare at Namjoon last knowing he understands English the best and he seems to be whispering quick translations to the boys. I let a sinister smile overtake my features and lean in to Tiffany more, “You’re so kind to me baby,” I pet her head soothingly. “Here I thought you ran off but you just wanted to bring your friends to play with us didn’t you?” I coo at her, pretending to praise her for delivering me more victims. She nods her head obediently, her lip slightly trembling. I hear Namjoon quickly translating for the others as I turn my steely gaze onto Taehyung since he’s known to be able to keep a stoic expression. I lick my lips as I stare into his eyes, “But you’ve been a bad girl... and they look far more fun.” My eyes flick to Jin and Jungkook and then I suddenly break out in a loud maniacal laugh releasing Tiffany. “I do love new toys.” I smile sadistically and push her so she’s stumbling into the boys. J-hope and Jimin catch her. The lights go black and I slip back into the shadows quickly slinking to the back of the room. The lights begin to flicker and I know I have to make the grab now. I strap the knife back to my thigh and lung at the two closest to me. I grab the backs of their shirts and drag them into the dark corridor behind me. It was a little difficult since they’re obviously much taller and stronger than me but I managed. Once they’re in the hallway I close the hidden sliding door that instantly locks so none of the boys can get in until they’ve found the clues. I take a second to breathe, getting into character again and turn around to face who I’ve just taken captive. I can’t help my breath hitching a little as I’m maybe not even two feet away from Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook. Oh my God. Of course I had to snatch my bias and my bias wrecker. It’s going to be so hard not to swoon while doing my job tonight, lawd give me strength.

I quickly shake those thoughts and launch into my act, “I’m so happy to have new friends to play with.” I caress Jungkooks face and giggle as his mouth is agape. “Just follow me, all my favorite toys get to stay down here.” I say but neither one makes a move to follow. I slip my knife out from under my skirt, stepping forward and pointing it at Namjoon and Jungkook. “Aww don’t be scared,” I smile, “Just do what I say and you won’t get hurt.” I lick along the side of my knife as I lock eyes with Namjoon.

“Let’s just go along with it, she can’t actually hurt us anyways.” Namjoon tells Jungkook.

My gaze flicks to him as he speaks, “I know hyung, this is just a little weird.” I smile at him and take a step closer.

“We’ll come with you, okay?” Namjoon says to me.

“And you?” I say focusing on Jk.

“Yes.” He answers me. I smile at them both and motion with the knife for them to walk down the spiral stone staircase first as I follow behind them.

As we’re walking down I talk out loud, “We’re gonna have so much fun!” I clutch the knife to my chest as I pretend to think about it. “And to think I was almost going to spend the night alone,” I gasp, “Oh how tragic that would have been! Good thing you two came to help this damsel in distress” And I let out a series of laughs, almost as if I had told the funniest joke in the world, even slapping my knee in glee.

“Hyung, is she really sane?” Jungkooks asks. I have to refrain from letting out a small laugh at Jungkook’s question to Namjoon but I don’t want them to know that I understand the Korean language. Carl said it was so it could add to the creepy factor, but one of the main reasons I’m the Evil lead is actually because I’m fluent in Korean, in case one of the boys starts to freak out while being held captive I can then speak to them and calm them down.

“I don’t know Kookie, I hope so.” It’s quiet just for a second before he adds, “She might be crazy but she’s kind hot.” Jungkooks hums his agreement.

I feel my cheeks heat but have to bring myself back as we finally reach the bottom of the stairs. “Just follow me, I know you wanna play with me too!” I sing the end and giggle skipping past them, lightly swinging my knife in the air. I start to hum the tune of ‘Ring Around the Rosie” and even twirl in the hallway as I lead them to the room at the end. I swing my arms out, pointing with the knife again for them to enter the room. “Okay boys, this room’s for us.” I smile sweetly at them as they quietly enter the dark room. I let them take a moment to observe their new surroundings, they’ll be down here for a while after all since they have to wait for the rest to complete tasks while getting scared shitless by my other co-workers. There’s not much in the room except for green lights attached to the sides of the walls, a table in the corner with a pitcher of water and some cups, two wooden chairs sat together and a stool placed in front of them about five feet apart. As I step inside the room I shut the door behind me and I also hear the locks click into place.

I smile clutching my knife and walk towards the two very handsome men I’m supposed to keep here for an hour. “Take a seat.” I sternly say and slightly shove Namjoon so he sits down and he lightly taps Jungkook to do the same. “Good boy.” I say, faintly swiveling my knife on his chest and I notice him visibly gulp. Should I take my act down a notch? Am I being too much? I step away from Namjoon and walk over to the table and bend down to pick up the pair of loose ropes. I hear a quick intake of breath and a quiet “shit” while I pick it up and then a quiet “Hyung” followed by a groan. It takes me a moment to think and I finally smirk to myself as they probably got a neat little view of my white silk panties underneath my dress.

I spring back up and strut over to them showing them the ropes, waving them in front of me. “Look I’ve friendship bracelets!” I cackle and smile sweetly at them, “Here let me put them on for you.” I walk behind Jungkook first. “Hands.”

“Oing?” Is his cute response. Aghaldjfksd, it’s taking so much for me to not break character and cry at how adorable he is. I don’t care that he’s two years older than me, he is baby and I must protec.

Namjoon leans over to whisper to JK, “She’s asking you to put your hands behind your back”.

“Ahh,” He hesitates for a moment then exclaims “OK!” before thrusting his hands behind him.

“Good boy.” I gently pet him on the head and then quickly move on to tying his hands together. I had to practice this knot so many times that I could probably do it with my eyes closed, but I’ll tell you one thing, there ain’t no way they’re getting out of these until they’re cut free.

#bts smut #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader

[prose-for-hire]

Guardian of the lost soul

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: if what the reader dress as an angel (kinda like Supernatural angels) and she finds the scoobies gang  in the haunted house with the costumes magically change them. (you know the episode ^-^)  only this time , Spike sees her wings and in angel terms that's a soulmate.

Requested by: @everlastingartist​

A/N: Kind of a soulmate au I think? I am not familiar with the Supernatural angels (yet - I plan on actually watching it soon) I did google them and I’m still none the wiser lol. So this is my own interpretation of what was requested! I chose a guardian angel, and twisted it in my own way. It is very made up but that’s what I’m here to do!

Also I mashed up two Halloween episodes together for this one but Spike doesn’t have a chip. Not even a soul. But he finds his soulmate.🖤🦇

You loved Halloween in Sunnydale, it never disappointed. The pumpkins were freshly carved, there was candy everywhere you turned and kids really did love dressing up and making a nuisance of themselves. Even when you were running for your life the mood always picked up somewhere after midnight. And hey, being friends with a very protective Slayer had its benefits.

You were basically skipping around the streets, you were excited about going to the haunted house. You had tried to convince Willow, along with buffy to take the ghost costume off but she flat out refused. Even when you begged all the way to the party. You wanted to get to the end so you could join the party with your friends and you waited briefly for everyone to show up so you could enter together. While you and Willow waited outside, a figure in a dark cloak pushed past you. There was something about them that you recognised but they muttered some insult at you for being in their way so you decided to just ignore them. Eventually, everyone arrived and you were able 

You had chosen to dress as an angel. A guardian angel. Not the stereotypical kind, one you had read of in some of Giles’ thick mythology books. You had been bored and the passages had been surprisingly interesting in an I’m-so-bored-I’d-read-the-back-of-a-cereal-packet kind of way. It spoke of the kinds of angels, of the truth about how they operate rather than those spoken of in popular culture. Some of your costume was white however as you wanted people to at least recognise what you had come as (although nobody except Willow had got it). 

You went through the various rooms together and had a laugh at some of the more ridiculous spooks in the house. There had been a slight tension a few words exchanged but mostly you were having a nice time. Everyone was squabbling over which way to go next and you had lost interest, managing to break away from the others.

As you did this, you saw the hooded figure again. You were sure you recognised the flashes you had seen of the person’s face. You left your friends for a moment to tap them on the shoulder and who should turn to face you but the big bad of the moment. Spike. You hadn’t faced him alone yet but he had always singled you out when you were with the others. The conversation always turned suggestive, which annoyed Buffy to no end and made you try to hide yourself when you were with the others.

You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t love the attention though. Hope that he would catch your eye. You longed for even a moment alone with him, although you were well aware of the danger. You couldn’t help like him but there was no way you would ever admit that to your friends. 

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, trying to suppress a smile.

“Thought I’d drop by… see what tasty… treats Halloween has to offer” He closed the space between you as his voice became a little huskier with every step. His hand was on the wall, palm flat against it. His arm blocking you in as he slowly scanned your body before returning to your face.

“What has the devil got in store for you this Halloween do you reckon pet?” He asked, the smirk audible in his voice, “Somethin’ naughty no doubt…” He added, biting his lip teasingly.

“I’m an angel. Always preferred them anyway” You shrugged. It had been a very low blow and when you saw his expression darkening into anger rather than lust, you backtracked – knowing better than to get him mad, “To the devil, I mean”

“Bollocks – where are the wings? The halo? And you’re not foolin’ anyone wearing that white-” he gestured wildly to the corresponding area where each item should have been with the hand that wasn’t leaning against the wall. You smiled, about to respond when someone interrupted.

“Spike!” Buffy shouted, having turned to find you in the haunted house. She was relieved to see you (as she had lost the others) but she was not pleased to see the vampire that still had you boxed in, pressed pretty close against you.

Buffy made light work of hauling him away and trying to throw him out of the house completely. She tried to find the front door but it had gone. You were now aware you were trapped inside this now truly haunted house. No, it was worse. It had turned into a murder house as half the student body upstairs had started to scare themselves to death almost before the real threat had.

Everyone was rushing past you and as Spike smelled fresh blood, he ran in the opposite direction to where the others were coming from, straight into the carnage. His stomach was rumbling and he was ready for a decent meal.

Everything was going on at once and you wanted it to slow down, or at least give you chance for a breather. There were too many threats at play tonight. As if the powers had requested it this way, a busy scene of threat and revelations for their own personal enjoyment. 

As you tried again and again to leave and to help find the others, things started to get worse. You had now lost Buffy and were trying to find her by (you guessed it) calling out her name which was the best way to attract anything other than good luck. You had to fight off some cobwebs and now, your own body it seemed. You were hurting, doubled over. Something was happening. You sunk to your knees, grimacing. Nothing was going your way. 

It was a strange night. The strangest Halloween you had experienced. The others were lost and at the same moment, Willow turned into a real ghost. Xander a real soldier and Buffy was now a genuine high society lady from the 1700s. It was spooky and not in a cute way.

You had managed to get to your feet, pulling on the cobwebs as they attacked your head again. As you looked down checking you had removed any stray webbing, you saw that you were glowing. Literally. You appeared human still - no wings or halos but there was a strange feeling that you had aged hundreds of years in just a few seconds. Not in appearance, that was still your skin and your face. But in knowledge. As if you had read every book known to man and then some. You felt powerful. Strange.

You walked around, able to know what was happening in every room. You managed to get places just by thinking about it. Able to protect people before they succumbed to the terrors the house had in store. You didn’t know how this was happening, but you knew better than to question it.

You had hope. You had a purpose and you were getting used to adapting to different people and their needs. That was until it came to something you needed. You turned and saw your friends through a two way mirror. They had all found each other but you couldn’t get to them. They were trying to remember who they were and come up with a plan. You started to panic, banging your fist on the mirror that you could see them through but they didn’t hear you. You hurriedly left through a side door to try and get to them seeing as your previous power wasn’t working. But you never made it to your friends. You had walked straight into someone. The one someone that you always managed to find, no matter what.

Spike had appeared. He seemed the same except... was that a heart beat? You frowned as he stepped towards you, the swagger still in tact.

 “You listened to me then, pet? About time” He muttered as you looked at him confused. You didn’t understand. You looked around for some kind of clue until he spoke again, “The wings. You put ‘em on. Knew it would complete the look… not that you need to be wearing any more clothin’ items” He added, the trademark smirk on his face as he almost prowled towards you further.

“I’m not wearing any wings…” You said slowly as he came to stand right in front of you, leaving not so much as room to breath between you. He frowned, and looked behind you before looking back into your eyes. He could see the wings as clear as anything. They had a large wingspan, it was kind of impossible to miss. He reached out the touch them and you felt his fingers. You frowned, checking behind you. There they were, bat-like rather than the feathered kind you had expected and almost translucent whilst appearing closer to your skin tone. He found them aesthetically very appealing. Almost as if it were a part of you. He just stared, almost in awe as he felt they were warm the texture as soft as your skin.

 It came to you suddenly. The folklore you had been researching. The mythology. The only one that may see the wings of the angel is their soulmate. Their one eternal love. It was said that every angel had a soulmate and that no matter how long they lived, they should find their soul no matter how seemingly impossible. No matter how many times they were lost, they would always be found. And you had found yours. Your love.

You and Spike had been less than useless during the fight to escape the haunted house and regain your own lives back. You were perfectly happy right here. Locked in each others gaze. A happiness neither of you had felt before until this moment. Until this revelation. You had been sharing. Talking so easily to one another. Him telling you stories of his past, and you surprising yourself with stories of your own. Ones that could match his. You felt an entrenched need to protect him. To hold you into him so that no harm could ever befall him. 

The chaos going on around you was now secondary to your story. You holed up in a room together, Spike never looking away from you. The guardian angel in you was screaming for you to help the others again, but your heart was set on him. On relearning of your love. You had faith in your friends abilities anyway.

He leaned in, his thumb trailing your face and lingering near your lips. He had thought about this for so long. His usual crude quips had been founded in truth. Forged to both show how he felt and camouflage them at the same time. He felt for you so deeply his soul had made an unwitting appearance back into his life. Whenever you were around his heart felt as if it may break free from his ribcage in the hopes of greeting yours.

You closed your eyes as he did, the build up to this kiss achingly slow. You could feel his breath on his face he was so close. His touch was warm and familiar, his lips made for yours. You could feel it. The anticipation almost became too much as he finally grazed your lips.

But, just as suddenly as it was cast, the spell broke. The feeling of danger returned to your gut as you were in Spike’s presence. Your kiss never deepening. Your stomach flipping as you snapped opened your eyes. Spike’s vampire instincts kicked back in and it was resoundingly telling him that he was hungry. Your scent was so enticing to him, his face changed of its own accord. His fangs so close to you but you knew he wouldn’t kill you. You knew it as if it were fact. As if it were gravity or the colour of the sky being blue. Spike loved you and wouldn’t harm you. They were each true sentences, you had never been so sure.

Buffy, however, now fresh from being bound in the sensibilities of a woman with no aspirations other than to be pretty was ready for a fight. She had fought to escape the haunted house and now she would fight the nearest big bad in sight. Spike. She wrenched him from your neck.

But when he drew back, he had the same look in his eye as he had only moments before. Your soulmate was still right here in front of you, there was nobody that could convince you otherwise. And believe me, Spike really tried since then.

Buffy and Spike traded blows. Neither became victorious, but you were able to leave the house and Giles had somehow managed to force Ethan Rayne into reversing the curse he had put on your costumes. 

After that long Halloween night, your mind barely stopped thinking about him. Sometimes you walked around after dark to see if he would come along and pretend to eat you as an excuse to just talk to you. He often wished to find an excuse to see you. Without knowing what it was, he felt it too. Deep within. Stronger since Halloween night. Sometimes he found himself standing around in places he knew you would frequent just so he could watch you. Catch a glimpse of you. Although, he had been doing this before Halloween as well.

You remembered so much more than that night, however. Memories that should have been long since buried of you and Spike finding each other over and over in other places and times still lingered as you wished his thumb still would along your jaw. You still remembered those memories and you wrote them all down before you could forget. They were like dreams, something you knew so well but struggled to recall in enough detail to satisfy.

You would forever carry a piece of his soul around with you now. That feeling just couldn’t go away, you wouldn’t let it. It was as if his soul were a locket hung around your neck. You would guard it with your life. Keep it close to your heart. 

He would come back to you, you were sure of it and you were happy to wait until that day came.

#A very Buffy halloween #Spike btvs #Spike x reader #Spike x you #Spike imagine #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender not mentioned #soulmate au #kind of #Halloween #halloween fic #Halloween request

[thedefinitionofendgame]

I Love You, Baby

Sullivan X Andy one-shot | Rated M | Canonverse

A/N: Amidst my Surrera breakdown tonight after reading the episode synopsis for 4x16, I wrote this to settle my heart rate. I have no idea how the Station 19 finale will go, but hints about a Surrera baby are running wild, so this fic inspired by those and everything else *Rated M for non-explicit sex/TW regarding the mention of George Floyd’s death (briefly)*

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You can read this work on ao3 and fanfiction.net as well

Written & cover by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

The cover is split between 3 different sections, just because :)

Alarms blared and sirens wailed but Lieutenant Andy Herrera heard none of them. Her thoughts were too crowded with her husband’s voice. No, not the way he whispered sweet nothings against her skin in the early mornings or the outrageously sexy way his voice deepened when he fought with her over control in the bedroom. Instead, it was the things he had told her over the last few months when the whole world had flipped upside down. The coronavirus started which put enough strain on a marriage alone. Then Andy’s husband, Robert, and a member of her Station 19 family, Dean, had wound up in jail mainly due to the colour of their skin. Robert had even had a gun pointed at his head, as he rushed to his wife who had been shoved to the ground. Less than two months later, a man across the country had died claiming he couldn’t breathe, filmed for the whole world to witness and make opinions about. None of it made sense to Andy, but then again she didn’t see things in the same way she had just half a year ago before she married her husband.

She loved his eyes. They were kind and held so much emotion. She loved the way his hands held her face when his lips brushed hers, no matter how gentle or rough their kiss was. His firefighter-status fitness level was a definite bonus; his hands were way larger than her own but she liked that they fit around hers like a glove. These were just some of the physical features she loved about her husband. Not once did she think about the colour of his skin and how that affected her love for him. It simply didn’t, at least not in a negative way. Robert was her husband; the colour of his skin never made any difference to her one way or another. Until it did matter, although not in a bad way. Suddenly, he was a target and Andy was thrust into a world that didn’t see a kind and dedicated man when they looked at Robert Sullivan. They saw someone that Andy would never compare to her husband, all for the colour of his skin.

Our marriage is the only good thing in my life, he had told her. The only good thing was her. They both had no one else, no parents or siblings. Sure, they had Station 19 who were basically family and Andy’s aunt, uncle and cousin. But in terms of immediate family, it was just them. Robert’s comment had left Andy’s head turning. Maybe it was the truth in his words, maybe it was the desperation he had said them to her in. Maybe it was because Andy wanted more than just their marriage to be good in his life. And maybe it was a little bit of all three.

Whatever it was, Andy was sure the problems couldn’t be fixed with what she had in mind. Although her idea wasn’t rational, it was the only thing she could think of. Robert and her had talked about the prospect of it before but it hadn’t gotten farther than that. The question remained whether or not it would break them up or make them stronger. At this point, Andy wasn’t ready to find out.

Yet somewhere in the universe, a light shone. A spark was lit, a flame caught on and from there, it was an inferno. One thing led to another and soon a giant ball of fire was heading for the only good thing in Robert (and Andy’s) life. It was only a matter of time before it crashed into them, leaving nothing but a mist of smoke behind.

“Hey, are you okay?” Robert’s concerned murmur washed over Andy, as she slid back into bed next to her husband.

Andy nodded, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against hers again. The early-morning air was cold and the firefighter wasn’t ready to get up yet. “Just had to use the bathroom.”

“Mhm.” An arm wrapped around her shoulders, making Andy feel safe. Home was wherever Robert’s embrace was. “Some long trip to the bathroom you took. Also did I hear you throwing up?”

Andy’s heart thumped in her chest. “No, why did you think that?”

“Thought I heard it. If you didn’t, it’s fine. Just wanted to check,” Robert pressed a kiss to his wife’s forehead. “We have ten more minutes until the alarm goes,” he informed her.

“So kiss me.” Andy’s reply was quiet but Robert reacted immediately. His lips moved from her forehead to her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose and landed softly on her lips. Andy shifted so that she was more upright, and Robert’s hands moved to cup her face. The kiss deepened, and the sheets soon ended up on the unoccupied side of the mattress.

Morning sex was something Andy hadn’t really indulged in during her hookups with Jack and Ryan. Sure, it was a better way to wake up than turning over and hitting snooze on the alarm but she was mostly concerned about not getting caught by her father or anyone else at the station.

The alarm blared, interrupting the couple’s post-orgasmic bliss. With a sigh, Andy pushed away from Robert and threw on his discarded Station 19 shirt from the night before. “Cereal good for you? I’m not in the mood for French toast which is the-”

“Only thing you know how to make for breakfast, I know.” Leaning back against the headboard. Robert put his hands behind his head and smiled at her. “You tell me every morning.”

“Hey, I’m just reminding you what you signed up for when you married me.” She threw on yesterday’s jeans (her own this time), leaving the room.

“I married you for other reasons besides my breakfast options!” Robert shouted after her. He heard her infectious giggle from the stairs, which made his smile stretch even wider. Andy was going to be the death of him, but he would happily go if it meant the last thing he saw was her. The thought was cheesy, Robert knew, yet that was the state the ex-battalion chief was constantly in around his wife. She brought out a completely different side of him that had been hiding for the years between his first wife’s death and him coming to Station 19.

His first wife was probably watching from whatever afterlife she was in, happy for him. A day didn’t go by that Robert didn’t miss Claire, but he knew she would want him to find happiness again. Lucky for him, Andy was the woman he never expected to fall in love with and he did anyways. He was a very fortunate man to get two loves of his life.

After stretching, Robert rolled out of bed and trekked to the bathroom. Water was splashed all over the counter, which made him shake his head. While his wife kept a fairly clean locker at the station, their bathroom had no idea. He grabbed a small towel off the rack and mopped up the small puddles, then turned on the shower. Taking less than two minutes to get clean, Robert had a towel wrapped around his waist and was brushing his teeth while observing himself in the mirror. Clearly all the workouts he had been doing recently to deal with the emotions he had been feeling were helping tone his figure. Raising an eyebrow at himself in the mirror, Robert let out a laugh. He felt a bit stupid, so he quickly turned off the light, rinsed his mouth in the sink and went to change for the day.

A pair of Andy’s socks showed up in Robert’s drawer, so he opened up her side of the closet to put them away. But before he could move, something solid caught his eye amongst the squishy socks. He was about to investigate, then realized it wasn’t his. It was Andy’s and if he looked, it would be invading her privacy. So he closed the drawer and went back to putting on his own clothes. Yet Robert’s curiosity was piqued and the wheels in his head were already turning with possibilities. A surprise for him, perhaps. Or many it was a female-related object, one that she clearly didn’t want him to know about. Or maybe it was a- “Hey Andy, do you own a vibrator?” The question escaped Robert’s lips before he could stop himself.

Robert had never seen his wife appear in their bedroom so fast. “Robert, what on Earth have you been doing in here?” She asks, alarm lighting up her face.

Feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Robert admitted to what he had seen in Andy’s sock drawer. “Do you own a vibrator?” He repeated, once he had recounted his story to his wife.

Andy let out a huff of laughter, as she turned towards Robert. “Um, I did, before I married you. But it’s long gone, so don’t worry you don’t have any need to get your feather’s ruffled.” She crossed her arms. “Would you have been mad if I did own one?”

“No way, I would’ve suggested we use it to spice up our sex lives even more,” Robert told her.

Andy smacked her husband’s arm, before turning to leave the room again. “You need to get dressed because we gotta go in like fifteen minutes. I got out the cereal.”

“Okay, thanks.” Robert listened to his wife, and joined her in the kitchen for coffee moments later. He offered her the coffee pot, but she shook her head. It surprised Robert as Andy wasn’t one to skip out on caffeine.

Andy could tell her husband was starting to get a bit suspicious, so she made her exit. “Gonna change, then we can go,” she said in a rush, then jogged up the stairs to their bedroom again.

Shutting the door behind her, Andy leaned against it, before sliding to the floor. It was getting a little exhausting trying to keep their teeny tiny surprise a secret, especially from her husband. Not that she wanted to be keeping secrets, but this one was too big to tell him yet. Andy wasn’t ready for him to know. Unfortunately, keeping it from him went against the main slogan of their marriage: no more secrets. Robert had told her that on many occasions, always with a kiss on her lips following. This was an exception, or at least that’s what Andy told herself to make her feel better.

The young woman shed her clothes and put on clean ones, then grabbed her purse and a pair of socks. She turned the hidden object over in her hand once, before slipping it back and smiling to herself. “Baby, you ready to go?”

“Yep, and I have coffee for you to go,” Robert handed Andy the travel mug, which she dutifully took. Hopefully she’d be able to pour the contents down the sink when her husband wasn’t looking.

They got in the car and drove to work. The streets were pretty empty, as it was barely six-thirty a-m. Andy silently prayed people would stay safe today, making their job easier but also keep people living. It also meant Andy wasn’t taking big risks, something she knew she should avoid for the foreseeable future. Robert didn’t think anything was different, as he reached across the center console to take Andy’s hand. She smiled at him, and he pressed his lips to her fingers. They were stupidly in love without a care in the world.

Once they reached the station, the couple changed into their work attire and headed up to the kitchen for their second breakfast. Andy realized she conveniently forgot the travel mug of coffee in the car, and sighed with relief. Except the second they came around the corner, Ben was offering a second coffee to Robert, and extended it to Andy.

“I’m good, thanks Warren,” she said, avoiding Robert’s gaze and scurrying to sit with Maya and Vic at the table. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Andy,” Vic greeted her.

“We were just talking about Pru’s recent development in mobility,” Maya explained.

Babies, Andy thought, I can talk about that. “Is she still doing the butt-scootch thing?”

Vic nodded. “Yep. Dean’s been trying to get her to take a few steps because she’s more than ready. But she’s a stubborn girl.”

It would be awhile longer, but teaching a child to walk was something that thrilled Andy. “I can’t wait for that,” Andy accidentally burst out, before catching herself. “I mean, I can’t wait for Pru to start walking.”

“Same.” Learning back, Vic looked like a proud mother, despite the fact that Pru wasn’t her kid.

Maya waited a second longer, before pushing her chair back as the rest of the A-crew took a seat. “Okay, Montgomery and Herrera, you two are on aid car today. The rest of you guys, make sure the truck’s in tip-top shape.”

After a chorus of ‘yes-es’, the team spread out. Andy and Travis were called to a house regarding someone who choked on a piece of sausage (the Heimlich was performed swiftly and effectively), while the rest of the firefighters were sentenced to putting out a warehouse fire. A machine had caught a spark, which spread to all the wood materials lighting on fire. Not a great combination, yet Station 19 was prepared and managed to evacuate everyone in record time. Maya commanded the radio outside, as Vic, Robert, Jack and Dean did a final sweep. The aid care, with Andy and Travis inside, pulled up just as Maya was about to call her firefighters back. No one was hurt, but it was good to have the care on standby just in case.

The radio crackled, and Vic’s voice rang out. “There’s one more person in here! They’re trapped under a wooden shelf.” Static, then there was a muffled noise, before a shout could be heard. “Dammit!”

Instantly Maya had the radio switched on. “What happened?”

“The fire just lit up the entire back wall,” Vic reported. Andy’s heart beat loudly in her chest, as she feared for her fellow firefighters’ lives, and most of all her husband’s.

“Get the person stable, and then get out,” Maya ordered. “Gibson, Miller, what’s the status on the exit?”

“Clear. The direct path has nothing structural that could fall. But the smoke is thick. We need to start putting out the fire in the main area or else it has the potential to block off where we need to go,” Jack reported.

“Okay, good. Get out and you can help the other stations spray from the windows.” The warehouse luckily had a bunch of windows, which made access to the fire easier. Maya had had the windows smashed in earlier.

“Copy that.” Jack’s radio went muffled for a moment, then two doors opened at the side of the building. “Hey Herrera, Montgomery, nice of you to join us,” Jack said with a laugh. Travis nodded hello while Andy didn’t even look in Jack’s direction. She was too focused on whatever fate her husband had. Recently her emotions and hormones had been all over the place, leaving her wanting to cry one moment and incredibly turned on the next. Right now though, Andy was scared for her husband’s life.

“We got them!” This time it was Robert’s voice on the radio. “Heading for the exit.”

The seconds ticked away as everyone who wasn’t spraying water at the fire, had their eyes on the double doors where they expected Vic and Robert to emerge from. Maya was worried, and turned on the radio again. “Sullivan and Hughes, where are you guys?”

The only answer was static. Andy thought she head a shout but it was too muffled to tell. Then one door pushed open, and she rushed towards it. Vic called out, “Help me grab the guy!”

Andy held open the door as Vic stumbled through it towing a man behind her. She coughed loudly, as the smoke was incredibly thick. Robert was nowhere to be found.

While Travis did his job and checked over the man, Andy turned to Vic. “Where’s Sullivan?” She asked, remembering to use her husband’s proper title since they were at work.

Vic didn’t answer her. Instead she spun around and fixed her helmet back on her head. “I’m going back in there,” she said.

“No you aren’t.” Maya stopped her.

There was panic in Vic’s eyes. “Sullivan is still in there. A huge beam came down just as I was rounding the corner to the exit. Sullivan jumped back just in time, but we were separated. The smoke is so bad, and I had the guy with me. I could see the exit, so I thought I could just drop him off and the go back for Sullivan.”

“You left him?” Andy whirled on Vic.

“No, I couldn’t get to him. I had a civilian and I told him I’d go back. I have to go back,” Vic repeated to Maya.

“No. No one is going back in there.” Maya stated firmly. She picked up her radio and said, “Sullivan, do you copy?”

There was nothing, except for Vic’s voice apologizing. “I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t reach him and I had the civilian and-”

“Nothing. You made the call and it was what was necessary.” Maya attempted to contact Robert via the radio again, with no luck.

Suddenly, there was a huge crash and a section of the warehouse roof began to cave in. Andy watched in horror as smoke billowed out into the sky and there continued to be no response from the radio. “ROBERT!” A scream left Andy’s throat as she lunged herself towards the doors her husband was still trapped behind. Much to her dismay, both Maya and Vic lunged after her, stopping her from charging in after him. She struggled against the women but soon gave up. “Somebody do something!”

Maya shook her head sadly. “It’s up to him to get out, I can’t risk another firefighter. Andy, he’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that!” Andy was practically in hysterics, which wasn’t like her at all. She was normally pretty put together, even when his life had been in danger before.

Jack came over and looked Andy right in the eyes. “I know he’ll make it out to you. He’s been a firefighter for a long time, and will be fine. Trust him.”

“Okay.” Andy’s voice was small as she nodded. Jack gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, then stood off to the side. He was worried about his friend because she was rarely this emotional while on a call. Sure, she had broken down from time to time, but it was rare for to lose it at the scene. Maybe she and her husband-it was still weird to say that after almost a whole year-had had a fight beforehand, and she didn’t get the chance to work things out.

Water continued to rain down on the building but the radio remained silent. Maya tried over and over to reach Robert with no response. The panic was just starting to settle in, when someone shouted that they saw movement through one of the broken windows.

Inside the building the air was thickening with smoke and Robert was losing air fast. But he had someone to fight for, well two someones actually. He was not about to leave his wife the way his first wife had left him. Claire’s death had almost killed him, and he would do whatever he could to save Andy from losing someone else. Up ahead, Robert saw the exit that separated him from the love of his life. With a last surge of strength, Robert burst open the doors and stumbled a short distance before he fell to the concrete. Cold, fresh air filled his lungs as he took in gasping breaths. He looked up and saw that the sky above him wasn’t smoke but clear and blue with the sun shining too. I’m safe, he thought. I’m safe and I'm alive.

Seconds later, two figures reached him. One was Travis, thrusting an oxygen mask into his hands for him to put on, and the other was his wife. Her arms engulfed him in a hug, and she practically lay on top of him on the ground. At first, Robert thought she was just happy to see him alive and well, then he felt her shaking in his lap. “I’m safe, it’s okay,” he told her, pulling back slightly so he could wipe the tears from her eyes.

“I thought I lost you,” Andy told him, as she pressed the oxygen mask to his face. Travis stepped back and gave them a few feet of space, as the rest of the group worked to spray the flames.

“You’ll never lose me, I’m too stubborn to die,” Robert reassured her.

Andy nodded, but she wasn’t convinced, She was just thankful he had made it back to her, and didn’t leave her all alone to raise their child. “I love you, baby,” she managed to get out.

“I love you.” His words echoed back and he hugged her tightly again. Moments later, Maya appeared at his side, and Andy moved to get up off of the ground. “Hey Captain Bishop, things were getting a bit toasty, huh?”

“Just a bit,” Maya rolled her eyes. “You okay Sullivan?”

“Fine.” The man in question had regained enough oxygen in his lungs and strength in his body, to rise to a standing position.

“You should head over to the aid car and rest; we can debrief later.” Maya glanced around, then leaned over to her fellow firefighter. “Hey, is Andy alright?”

Robert raised an eyebrow. “She’s fine, why?”

Maya sighed. “She acted overly emotional when you were struggling to get out of the building. I totally understand why, but it’s unlike her. I just wanted to make sure things were okay.”

“Oh, I understand.” Pausing, Robert hesitated how to approach the subject of why when he knew Andy didn’t even know he knew about her secret. “I’m sure she was just worried.”

“Right,” Maya said. She didn’t look completely convinced, but luckily thought Robert didn’t get questioned any longer. He made his way over to Travis at the aid car and got his head looked at. It was just a bruise, which would heal in no time.

The fire eventually died down and lost the war against the firefighters and water. Station 19 began to pack up, and Andy came over to give her husband a check up of her own, before getting back into the aid car. Vic apologized profusely to Robert for leaving him, and he told her that he would’ve done the same thing, had he been in her position. As Andy and Travis pulled away, Robert was leaning over to give Vic a reassuring hug; all was okay.

Once they got back, chores needed to be done, then people started heading to the showers or to crash in a bunk room. Andy slipped away and went back to the barn, swinging herself up to sit on the back of the firetruck amongst the many hoses. It had been a long day, even though it was barely eight o’clock. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, with maybe a little loving from her husband first.

Speaking of Robert, his voice carried through the barn as he spotted her. “Hey, can I join you?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Andy nodded, moving so he could come up too. She let out a loud sigh, and ran a hand through her messy curls.

Robert watched her, concern in his gaze. “Everything okay?”

“Today was a close call,” Andy began, looking at her hands instead of her husband. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Robert wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Me too.” There was a moment of silence, until Robert decided it was time to rip off the bandaid. But first, he needed to tell her something. “I love you, you know that?”

Pulling away, Andy snuck a glance at Robert. “Of course, silly. I love you too.”

“Good.” Robert smiled slightly, then bumped her shoulder with hers. “Then I just wanted to tell you that I know.”

Andy whipped her head towards her husband. “You know what.”

“I know. Don’t try to hide it any longer.”

“What do you know.”

“I know.”

“I know you know, but what do you know?” Andy was very stubborn, and was not about to show her cards first.

Robert, who gave into arguments like this with her more often than she did, sighed and told her: “I know about the baby. That you’re pregnant.”

“Dammit.” She looked back down at her hands. “I was trying to keep it a secret for a little while longer. How did you find out? You didn’t look in my sock drawer, did you?”

“No, I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that,” Robert reassured her.

“Then what was it?”

“Well you’ve been acting funny the past couple days. Avoiding coffee, being way more emotional than normal-which there’s nothing wrong with but it isn’t like you normally-and disappearing to throw up at the same time for the past five days. You deny it but I know my wife.”

Shaking her head, Andy let out a sigh. “I can’t keep anything a secret from you.”

“So are you pregnant?” Robert wanted his wife to say it, to confirm his theory.

“Yes, I’m pregnant.” Andy nodded.

Robert didn’t hesitate. He leaned over and pulled his wife into the biggest hug, then began to press sloppy kisses all over her face. She laughed, swatting at him lightly. “I love you so much,” Robert gushed. “And I love you too, baby,” he said, looking down at Andy’s non-showing belly.

Andy took his hand and placed it where their baby was growing inside of her right now. “You’re not gonna want to miss this, ever,” she said.

“Never,” he agreed.

They were quiet for a moment, just breathing together. Then Andy spoke: “Before you tell me to lighten my duties, I planned on talking to Maya later this week. We have a girl’s night in the works, and I need to tell her before she suggests we go to a bar for shots.”

“Didn’t even cross my mind yet, but I’m glad you knew what I was going to ask in the future,” Robert said with a laugh. He pressed another kiss to Andy’s lips, then looked all around him.

“What?” Andy asked, as she watched her husband.

“I was just thinking, this is where it all started. Right here in the barn, when I was introduced as the new captain of Station 19. Who knew that we’d be here now, married with a baby on the way?” He lay back, pulling Andy down with him, and they tangled themselves amongst the folded hoses, snuggled together like they had lay that morning before getting up.

Andy confessed, “Not me. I hated you for a good while, before I realized I was using hate to cover up what I felt for you.”

Robert chimed in, “And I told myself I wasn’t going to fall in love with a firefighter half my rank. Look where that got me.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“And we’re going to be good parents, right?”

“The absolute best. First thing we’re going to do is teach them Spanish. After English of course.”

“Okay. Only if I get to teach them how to make French toast because-”

“It’s the only thing you know how to make for breakfast.”

#station 19 #station 19 fanfic #andy x sullivan #andy x sullivan fanfic #surrera #surrera fanfic #andy herrera #andy herrera fanfic #robert sullivan #robert sullivan fanfic #fluff #fanfic on tumblr #the definition of endgame

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“Levi’s”

👉👈 i wrote this a while ago and... it’s been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks bc i’m not really sure about it but i mean it’s something right???

this concept popped into my brain after i bought a levi’s hoodie and connected the dots a little later

i hope it’s enjoyable

warnings: minor angst to fluff

Shoving open the door to your room, you flopped onto your bed with a dramatic huff.

You had spent the day in the human world, having accompanied Lucifer and Diavolo on business and the days events had left you completely drained.

Well, almost completely.

You still had enough left in you to spend some time with Levi, who you had promised earlier that day that you’d at least start a new anime that he’d been excited to watch.

You were exhausted and running on fumes but you couldn’t bring yourself to cancel on him last minute. He was just so excited about it and you didn’t want to ruin that by going back on your plans.

You pushed yourself up with a huff, rummaging through the bag of belongings you had managed to convince Diavolo and Lucifer (more so Lucifer - Diavolo was actually curious to see where you lived and therefore easy to convince) to let you snag from your apartment before you returned home to the Devildom.

You quickly shed your daytime wear for an over-sized hoodie and a pair of pajama shorts. Vastly more comfortable, you stepped in front of the mirror - more out of habit than anything else - to check your appearance. The hoodie you had chosen had a large “Levi’s” logo displayed on the front and you snickered to yourself. It was by pure coincidence that you had it, but you couldn’t help but snag it when you saw it hanging in your closet. It was too perfect to pass up and you figured you’d wear it as a joke, even if it wasn’t that funny.

You completed the look with a pair of fuzzy socks before leaving for his room.

When you reached his room, you knocked three times followed by two taps and a jiggle of the doorknob.

“What’s the pass-code?”

“No matter how deep the night -”

“- It always turns to day eventually.” 

There was a click and the doorway opened a crack. Levi peers out, looking around before yanking you into his room. You roll your eyes at his theatrics but allow a smile to creep onto your face as he shuts the door behind you.

“Ready to get this party started?” You asked.

Immediately his face lit up in excitement. It was cute how enthusiastic he was about every new anime or game he started and you couldn’t help but share it. He launched into rambling about how many rave reviews it had gotten, and how it was animated by one of his favorite studios and written by one of his favorite manga authors.

A giggle escaped you on accident and Levi glanced up to defend himself, but any retort quickly died in his throat as soon as his gaze landed on your hoodie. 

A flush rose to his cheeks as he stared at the Levi’s logo splayed across your chest. 

“Levi? Hello? You-”

“Y-your shirt- it- why does it have my name on it?”

You glance down, having momentarily forgotten about your little joke. You let out another giggle, much to Levi’s dismay. 

“Oh, yeah! It’s a popular brand up in the human world and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Funny right?”

Funny.

Levi guessed one would consider that an amusing coincidence, if they weren’t him. 

Or if they didn’t have a massive, ugly crush on you.

Or if the fact that you were basically wearing an item of clothing that declared you as his didn’t nearly send them into a cardiac arrest.

Then yeah he guessed that maybe ‘funny’ would be a way to describe this particular coincidence.

“Y-yeah. Sure.”

The oddly curt response caught you slightly off guard as he turned to stiffly stride over to the gigantic bean bag stationed in front of the obscenely large flat screen that sat opposite of it. You were slow to trail after him, hesitant after the rather cold exchange.

You plopped yourself down beside him on the beanbag moving in to cuddle up to his side, as usual (it had taken him a while to get used to this in the beginning, but luckily he had warmed up to the affection and was often reluctant to let go at the end of the night). However, he not-so-subtly scooted away from you, much to your disappointment.

Had your joke really been that bad?

You knew he may not have found it that funny but... still. You had at least expected a ‘dumb normie’ comment or something.

The terribly familiar concoction of anxiety and shame crept up on you as you settled into your seat, grabbing a pillow from nearby and hugging it to your chest to try and muffle the feeling. You crushed the cushion against you and wrapped your arms around your knees as Levi grabbed the remote and started the anime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention, your brain was too occupied with picking apart and replaying the scenario. The soft flashing images only encouraged this hypnotizing lull of negative thoughts and none of your efforts to snap yourself out of it seemed to work. Somewhere in your mind you knew you should stop and that it was ridiculous to get so worked up about such a small issue - if you could even call it that - but the mindset to put that into action eluded you.

At some point your gaze had drifted over to Levi, who was seemingly fine, as well as completely engrossed in the show.

It must’ve been just you then. 

Levi must’ve felt your gaze burning into the side of his skull, because his own eyes flicked over to meet yours and his face went crimson.

“What are you staring at?”

The bite in his voice only managed to strike you deeper.

You felt a tightness in your throat and a stinging sensation beginning to rise behind your eyes.

Nonononono this wasn’t happening. Not over something this freaking stupid.

‘It’s not a big deal.’ You told yourself. ‘You’re reading way too much into it, just stop you idiot.’

However, much to your further disappointment in yourself, you couldn’t manage to hold back your tears.

You tightened your hold on the pillow and buried your face into it in order to muffle your sniffles. The patheticness of your situation did absolutely nothing to improve your mood and all you wanted to do was leave and go to bed so you could cry yourself to sleep like a loser and forget about it in the morning. And probably never where this hoodie again.

This stupid hoodie.

You could feel your sinuses plugging up with mucus and the urge to sniffle came once again, except this time you forgot to hide it with your pillow.

Levi’s gaze fell on you once again at the sound. How were you crying already? You were only on episode three and nothing major happened- it was a slice of life for hell’s sake. It took him a second to register that your eyes weren’t even on the screen and that they were glued to somewhere on the floor and as soon as he saw the welled up tears in your eyes, he panicked.

“_-_____? W-what the hell are you crying for?!”

That’s it. You were absolutely mortified.

“I-it’s nothing, I’m fine, Leviathan. I’m probably overtired. I think I’m just gonna call it a night, okay?” Your voice came out rushed and cracked as you uttered ‘fine’ but you didn’t waste any time dwelling on it as you slid off the bean bag.

Oh. Oh no. You used his full name. You only ever used his full name when you were upset. With him. Oh god oh fuck what had he done.

You were already halfway across the room when he had finally worked up the nerve to chase after you. 

“Wait! _____, I-”

“-Was my joke really that bad?”

Levi froze as you turned around to face him, eyes glossed over with tears and directed anywhere but back at him.

“Huh? No!”

“Well then are you mad at me because we had to postpone tonight a bit because I went to the human world? I thought you were fine with that.”

“No that’s not-”

“Then, why?” Your eyes finally met his, but Levi wasn’t sure if he was relieved or if he just felt worse.

The avatar of envy’s mouth snapped shut and he thought over his next words carefully.

“Why... what?”

Nice. Good one Levi.

Your shoulders dropped and you stepped away.

“...Never mind. Goodnight, Leviathan.”

Levi flinched at the use of his full name, watching as you turned toward the door and crossed the rest of the room.

You placed your hand on the door knob, gently turning it with fatigue that showed in your every move. 

The way your shoulders sagged and the hecitance in your step caused a heavy dread to settle in Levi’s gut and in less than a second he had crossed the remainder of the room, wrapping his arms around you from behind and tugging you into his chest. His face settled in the junction of your neck and shoulder and you had to keep yourself from shuddering when his breath hit your skin.

“Levi-”

“I’m sorry.”

It was barely a whisper but you had heard it perfectly clear.

“I’m sorry for being mean, and for not laughing at your joke, because it was really c-cute and you’re really cute and- um I guess I just didn’t know how to react but that’s because I’m just a stupid shut in and I don’t want you to think that I’m an icky creep or something even though I’m probably not doing that great a job of convincing you other wise and I’m sorry about that too- “

“-Levi.”

“Y-yeah?”

“You’re not just a stupid, creepy shut-in, okay? And I definitely don’t think you are.”

His grip loosens around your shoulders and you wiggle around in his grasp to face him. Your eyes are glazed over and tired, but despite that he can see sparks of something akin to adoration shining in them.

“You don’t?”

“Mm mm.” You hum, shaking your head.

It’s at this point that Levi realizes that your faces are inches apart, and the entirety of your body is pressed flush against his. His face is immediately overtaken with red and he slowly eases away from you. His large hand wraps around your smaller one and he grazes his thumb back and forth over your palm.

“D-do you... want to stay the night?”

You nod softly, a smile gracing your features once again, much to Levi’s relief.

“Yeah, sure.”

He’s quick to tug you back over to the plush bean back in front of the TV, figuring it’s a bit more spacious than his bathtub. He plops down and pulls you into his lap before he can chicken out, wrapping his arms around your waist so you’re pressed against his chest once again.

There are a few beats of silence before Levi’s voice rings softly in your ears, mumbling groggily as he drifts off to sleep.

“...You should wear that hoodie again.”

“...Hm... mabe I will.”

. . .

“Oh, and Levi?”

“Hm.”

“Apology accepted.”

The next thing Levi feels is a pair of lips ghost across his neck, but not a second later you’re out like a light.

You were certainly, with out a doubt, going to be the death of him.

#obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! leviathan #obey me! levi #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x mc #sfw #fluff #slight angst

[cafedanslanuit]

Day 3 of Mystic Messenger Week 2020 @mysmeweek2020​: Firsts.

pairing; Zen x MC

summary; “The first time she threatened to leave me, I felt like I was dying.”

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The first time she threatened to leave me, I felt like I was dying.

I came home from rehearsal, exhaustion mixed with a bad headache that was begging for me to drown it with one of the cans of beers that were waiting for me in the fridge. But as soon as I opened the door, I was received by the image on my girlfriend, eyes red and puffy, sitting on the couch with a suitcase in front of her. She turned her head to me as soon as I entered the room and sniffled, cleaning her face with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Zen, I’m leaving,” she said, her voice hoarse but determined. I felt a sting in my forehead, the pain becoming worse with her words.

“Leaving?”

“I can’t stay with you anymore,” she explained, looking down at her hands. “I’m gonna be at Jaehee’s”

“What do you mean you can’t stay?” Her words and not making any sense. I felt as if she were talking in any other language but our own. Hadn’t she been the one to prepare breakfast that same morning?

“You’ve become obsessed with work, Hyun. I know it’s important to you, but these past few months I’ve been trying endlessly to help you lose stress and relax, but you don’t even want to spare a few minutes on me,” she mumbled with a tint of sadness in her voice. “And I know I’m not your top priority, hell, I shouldn’t be but… I should still be a priority. If I’m not… then you need to figure out by yourself if you still want to be with me,” she shrugged.

“You’re breaking up with me?” I asked, incredulous.

She set her eyes on mine for a second before looking down at her shoes.

“I just need some time away” she muttered, her hands turning into fists. I huffed, annoyed, and walked to the kitchen, passing by her side. I took a can of beer from the fridge and then leaned on the frame that separated the living room for the kitchen. The sound of the can as I opened it filled the silence between us both.

“Time to think” I repeated in a low voice and then scoffed. MC let out a tired sighed and grabbed her suitcase, heading towards the door. The pain in my head turned into a barely manageable hell, now accompanied by my heart clenching at the image of her walking away. Had I really messed up so badly she couldn’t stay anymore? I tried to go over the many times she said she had tried to reach out to me, and they slowly came to my mind. Fuck. I had been using breakfast as an example of normality when I suddenly realized I hadn’t even sat with her to eat, but rather grabbed an apple and went straight to work, wanting to practice my lines for the role I had been given a couple of months ago. Raw desperation formed a lump on my throat, and I took another sip of the beer to feel I could breathe.

"Bet you can't leave me"

MC turned on her heel almost immediately, her expression filled with confusion and heavy offence. I put the beer on the shelf by the door and took a deep breath.

“I bet you can’t leave me” I repeated, standing my ground.

“What are you saying?” she asked in a whisper.

"I bet I can make you fall in love with me once more"

MC sighed and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. "That had nothing to do with this, Hyun, I'm..."

“Just… listen, okay? I know I fucked up. I won’t even try to deny it. This role…”

“It was more important than us” she countered.

“No. But it’s about a guy who is abused by his parents, so then escapes home. Lives on the streets, starts selling drugs and basically, his whole life goes down the drain just for him to have a final soliloquy about how fucked up the world is and finish himself off. So I tried to get inside his mind to understand his character better, only to realize I used to be that guy. And that his life was the life I should have had”

“Hyun, what...?”

“That maybe, people are just lying when they talk about me having talent,” I interrupted her. “That maybe my place was back at the motorcycle gang. That maybe I don’t deserve this life, that maybe I don’t even deserve you”

MC’s expression softened, but the worry on her eyes only made me revisit more episodes of my past life I had worked for years to bury in the back on my mind. I shook my head, a sharp pang on my right temple making me wince.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked. I was thankful she didn’t approach me. Somehow, she knew that physical space between us was the only thing letting me open up about this.

“Because I was afraid it was true. I had this… voice, like a persistent thought, that if you realized this too, you would also realize I didn’t belong by your side,” I confessed. She let out a long sigh and passed her hand over her hair, messing up her bangs.

“We’ve been together for three years now, Hyun. You know you can talk to me about anything. You used to do that, we would always talk about these things that scared us”

“I guess this one really fucked me up.” I bit my lip, a loud ringing tone filling my ears. “Babe,” I breathed out, the smell of alcohol on my own breath making me sick to my stomach. “Trust me on this. Just… stay here. We don’t even have to be a couple anymore if you don’t want to. But trust me when I say I can make you fall in love with me once more. I won’t be your boyfriend if you don’t want me to. For as long as you want. Right now, I just want to be someone who really, really wants you to trust him again”

“Hyun, I trust you and I love you, that’s not the issue here,” she shook her head.

“I know the role it’s not an excuse. It’s a cheap move and I won’t be that guy. I take responsibility for how I acted. I should have… I should have been braver and talked this with you before. But... I still think you should stay. Give me a chance to fix this, babe,” I pleaded. “I know I can do it”.

MC crossed her arms in front of her chest. How I hated I had put that doubtful expression on her face after she had chosen me from the start. When she first had come to my house when I injured myself; her smile and the care in her actions made my heart explode in such a little time. And I had repaid her with doubt and uncertainty.

“Why would you want me to stay here if I decide we won’t be together for a while?” she asked, a small shrug on her shoulders. I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“Because I'm enamoured with anything and everything you do, MC,” I answered, a small still playing on my lips. “I've been in the wrong, yes, but God... I've never loved anyone the way I love you. And I know I’ve done a terrible job these last few months to show you this, but it is true. I think I love you even more than I love myself.”

“Don't love anyone more than you,” she muttered. There was a ghost of a smile on her lips that gave me hope. I took the remaining steps that were keeping me away from her.

“I know,” I said, tilting my head to the side. “But I think you leaving tonight is a lose-lose situation”

MC rolled her eyes and shook her head softly, her smile now a little wider. When I stopped in front of her, she set her eyes back on me and I could tell how much she was weighing in her options in her mind. I put my hand on her cheek and she instantly leaned on it, making me smile. How I loved the fact our bodies responded to one another even if our minds were a mess. I bent down slightly, reaching her face, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Bet you can't leave me" I whispered against her lips, smelling a trace of mint on the breath emanating from her parted lips. "Bet you still love me" I dared her.

MC pressed her lips against mine with a whimper, and circled her arms around my neck, pulling my body closer to hers. I immediately set my hands on the small of her back, the inviting warmth of her body making me know that was the home I never wanted to leave. MC’s lips moved against mine with an uncharacteristic force, as if she were driven by something she couldn’t control.

There was no way I was letting her go. I couldn’t give up on that woman. I kissed her deeply, my heart fluttering at the soft moan that left her lips as I licked her bottom lip. One of her hands sank into my hair, fingers slightly pulling on it as she tried to bring me even closer. How I wished there was a way I could melt my body in hers, that kiss only reassuring my thoughts that when two souls loved each other, their bodies always seemed to get on their way.

She finally pulled away, panting for air. Her cheeks were burning, making her look even more beautiful than she already was. She finally set her heels on the floor and took her arms down, but her right hand quickly grabbed mine, holding it unusually tight. MC bit her lower lip and took a deep breath, her eyebrows furrowed in determination.

“I’m pregnant”

The pain on my head quickly disappeared as I felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over me. My heart beat up even faster than before, my gaze going back and forth between her apparently lean stomach and her big eyes. All the noise around me stopped, along with my surroundings. There was only her, only MC standing in front of me, her body still trying to regulate her breathing. Before I could notice, a tear fell from my eyes, followed by a second and a third.

My legs gave up as I sank on my knees, my eyes set on my girlfriend’s clothed stomach. Experimentally, I touched it with two of my fingers, afraid it was too good to be true and would be over before I fully understood the miracle in front of my eyes.

“It’s been six weeks, you won’t feel a thing,” she explained. “It still doesn’t show and--”

Her words were cut off as I hugged her waist, burying my face on her stomach. I felt my whole body shaking uncontrollably, an almost gravitational pull from her body keeping me close to our creation now growing inside of her.

“Please don’t leave. Please don’t take them away for me, please,” I begged, grabbing fistfuls of her sweater as a lame attempt to stop her.

“Hyun, no,” her relieved chuckle rang on my ears like a church choir, her smile resembling the one of an angel as I looked up at her. “I’m not leaving. I wanted to, at least for a while so you could come back to your senses but… I honestly wouldn’t have kissed you if I had decided to leave today. If I hadn’t thought you truly realized where you went wrong,” she explained, threading her fingers on the loose strands of my hair.

“I’ll be better. For both of you. I swear I’ll be the best man you’ve ever met,” I promised, feeling the tears forming in my eyes again.

“I know you will, Hyun. I know you can do anything when you set your mind to it. After all, that’s why I chose you” she grinned, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

The first time she threatened to leave me, I felt I was born again.

It was also the last time she ever talked about walking away.

#mystic messenger #hyun ryu #mysme zen #mm zen #hyun ryu x mc #mysme zen x mc #mm zen x mc #mystic messenger scenarios #mystic messenger imagines #mysme

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Side Track Opinions part 5: Roman

(I’ve been saving Roman for a while now and I am PUMPED! So here’s a late birthday present to our royal lad ❤️ It’s also super nice to save the creativitwins for last because both of their playlists reference each other quite a bit 👌)

1) A Gay Disney Prince: I mean... are any of us surprised? This song is basically Roman’s anthem, so it was bound to be on his playlist. I do find it interesting that both Roman and Remus are the only sides with songs made by Thomas on their playlists. I guess it goes to show that having a big ego runs in the creative family 😂

2) Wonderboy: Only two songs in and we already have a song about Remus, or “young Nastyman, archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy” in this case. You’ll start to get the idea from Roman’s playlist that he really misses being with his bro. This song portrays Roman as almost a perfect and untouchable force. He is seperated from all of his nasty thoughts and is the perfect embodiment of what Thomas sees creativity as (“High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck.”). I like to imagine that the singer of the song is Thomas, looking to Roman for comfort. Creativity most likely split as a way for Thomas to, not very healthily, cope with his intrusive thoughts (“Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?”). It’s also interesting to note that at the end of the song, Roman and Remus seemingly join forces very successfully (“Well, Wonderboy and Young Nastyman joined forces; they formed a band the likes of which have never been seen”). Perhaps this is hinting at either Romans want to have his bother back, or possibly foreshadowing to their relationship dynamic in the future. I know I’d love to see Roman and Remus team up together in future episodes, maybe even against Patton and Janus in the next episode?

3) Disney Princess: This song is all about Roman dreaming about being in the lives of different disney princesses. Honestly it’s not super deep, but it does show just how much Roman loves to fantasize about escaping reality and living in his ideal dream world. He wishes his life were more interesting and exciting like what you would see in a movie. Also, Roman is SO desperate for someone to love him... poor guy (“I'd be a handsome man's wife And we'd kiss and we'd kiss And we'd kiss”).

4) Broadway, Here I Come!: (tw suicide) So this song is... interesting. It can be interpreted in two different ways: one being a song about how making it on broadway is a huge leap and very difficult, and another about a person literally jumping off of a building and commiting suicide. I always think of Logic vs Passion during this song because while Roman believes he is acchieving his dreams and is willing to take risks, Logan just believes he’s setting himself up for failure. I think Logan’s view on Thomas’ life and career choice is very hard on Roman and, by the topic of the song, affects him greatly (“The people all are pointing. I bet they'd never guess, That the saint that they're anointing Is frightened of the mess”). He doesn’t know if Thomas will succeed and that makes him doubt himself and causes his work to suffer (“The pressure it increases, The closer that I get” “And the last thing I hear. As the impact grows near, Is it a scream or a cheer?”).

5) Hallelujah: This song, like the one before it, shows a lot of Roman’s insecurities. Roman has a set plan for Thomas in life, but he constantly doubts it and himself due to the comments he gets from other sides (“Somedays I don't think my mama Thinks I'm good enough to be a superstar” “Somedays I don't think my daddy Thinks I'm good enough to be a superstar”). I don’t know specifically which sides he could be talking about in these two lines, but Logan is definately one of them. I like to think he could also be talking about Patton. I mean Roman probably worries constantly about being too much like Remus and disappointing Patton. Roman probably literally thinks that Patton doesnt think hes GOOD enough. Despite all of this self doubt, Roman still seems determined to reach his dreams and prove the others wrong (“But one day I will show him I'm a diamond in the rough, I'll be a superstar” “Yeah, there's a crown covered in glitter and gold I'm gonna wear it, whether you like it or not”).

6) Holding Out for a Hero: This song is from Thomas’ perspective! Thomas DOES see Roman as his hero despite what Janus’ not at the end of the most recent episode may have you believe. Roman acts as Thomas’ protection from all of his darker and more disturbing thoughts. Thomas uses Roman, a picture perfect image of creativity to help him escape from all the bad things in life and in his head (“Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn And I dream of what I need”). Thomas literally created Roman to be a perfect knight in shining armor. The singer in the song shows this by listing off everything that they believe a hero needs to be/have, Similar to what Thomas would have done in the creation of Roman.

7) If I Dare: I’m conflicted about what this song could mean. At first glance it seems to be about Roman willing to do anything in order to get more creative control over Thomas (“If I dare to risk it, then I know that I'm willing to. If I dare to want this, to want more than I have” “I am holding out for more than what I have now”). Roman really wants to be trusted more and would seemingly take huge risks in order to get that. The part that throws me off is this line: “When the room gets dark, and I am quiet. There's a voice that's soft, like someone's silhouette Saying, "Don't let me go yet"”. To me, this sounds like its about Remus. Possibly Remus begging Roman to not get rid of him and to remain as one. What confuses me is that the line felt so out of place with the rest of the songs meaning. I’m not sure what to do with that information, but if anyone has ideas, let me know.

8) Go the Distance: Roman is so patient... and so unrealistically hopeful... He continues to lay down and let the other sides get their ways because he believes that the wait will be worth it when he finally gets his say (“I'll be there someday, I can go the distance” “I know every mile would be worth my while” “And a thousand years would be worth the wait. It might take a lifetime but somehow I'll see it through”). Despite how many times hes been ignored and let down, he continues to hope that his chance may come one day. Theres also this line: “But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part. For a hero's strength is measured by his heart, oh” which makes me think big time of SvS. He gave up his glory in favor of what Patton wanted because he thinks that it was the more heroic thing to do.

9) Flamboyant: The title really says it all. Roman is extra™️ and he knows that all of the other sides think so too (“I'm a very flaming flammable guy. Some say my fire burns way too high. Some say they find me too hot to touch. But I, I think it's not enough”). I also think its important to note that this song feels a bit out if place with the canon Roman that we know. From what we’ve seen of Roman, he holds back a lot. He denies a great deal of his greed and wants in order to make the others happy and fill in his “hero” persona. This song portrays Roman as having no restraint and not wanting the others to boss him around (“Don't tell me what to do, Don't tell me what to say” “Turn down? I never do” “And no time for restraint”). I’d love to see more of this assertive side of Roman in canon, but right now you can tell that he is holding back. He wishes he didn’t have to, but he feels as though it is necessary to distance himself from Remus.

10) Jumpstarted: Let me set the scene. Thomas is just out an about enjoying his day, he holds open the starbucks door for the guy behind him and... omg... he’s hot... he’s the love of your life Thomas! Roman the proceeds to fanticize about marrying and starting a family with this one random guy that they’ve never talked to nor seen before (“The only one I want is you. I hear the bells and the ring and already, Four kids and the big ol' wedding Singing, You” “And how was I to make a long walk home. You got me feeling like I'm overdosed”). This whole song is just Roman singing about his head-over heals love for a guy in Thomas’ head while Thomas has to act normal and even warns the dude to run away while he has the chance (“Take my advice and run while you still can”). Roman’s quite a hopeless romantic.

11) Brave New Girl: Remember how I said Roman has been holding back and trying to be more polite in order to make himself less like Remus? Well this song is the opposite of that. This is what Roman wants. Roman wants to let lose and be his wildest self again (“She wants a good time” “She needs to really really find what she wants” “There's a brave new girl And she's comin' out tonight” “Who knew she could feel so alive” “Won't take a back seat”). I like to imagine this song taking place after the events of POF. I mean if the others are just going to accept that Janus is good now, then does that mean Remus is good too? If that the case, then what was the point of him and Remus splitting in the first place? This song makes me think that Roman and Remus could team up together in either the next episode, or future episodes to come. Roman is lost and doesn’t really know why he is who he is anymore, so he seeks out Remus, the only one who really understands what he’s going through (“So she met this man, He was kinda rough. He said, girl, what you lookin' for? She said, I don't know I go with the flow. He said, let's get on the floor”). The man in this song could also be Janus I suppose. He does compliment the singer and flatter her, but after the events of the last episode, I find it hard to believe that Roman would be willing to fall for Janus’ flattery again.

12) Every Boy: Roman wants to kiss every boy in the world... and it’s never enough. That is all.

13) Primadonna: What a bop! This song is honestly so good! Again with Roman’s songs making him out to be a lot greedier and wild than he actually has acted in canon (“You can count on me to misbehave”). This song is what I imagine Roman would act like if he had nothing to worry about other than being himself. Roman wants a lot of things and he wants everyone to adore him for the beautiful prince he is (“All I ever wanted was the world” “I can't help that I need it all” “When you give, I want more, more, more” “I wanna be adored” “I know I've got a big ego”).

14) King: You can already tell by the name what this song is about. I’m honestly shocked how obvious it is. At this point we don’t know who made the decision for creativity to split, but this song and a couple of others in the playlist seem to suggest that it was the Roman part of original creativity who decided to push Remus out. He felt as though it was the only way to successfully move forward (“I had to break myself to carry on”). The others sides (I’d like to imagine Patton) tried to convince Creativity to split and despite his not wanting to. His decision to split seemed like it was a very hard one to make and left a lot of pain in its wake (“They say it's easy to leave you behind. I don't want to try” “Is it worth the price?”). Original creativity felt powerful and strong when he was whole, so of course he didn’t want to split (“I was a king under your control”). The song seems to suggest that he tried to repress his ‘Remus’ thoughts in order to remain whole and not lose a part of himself, but this could only work for so long (“Don't wanna have to lose All that I've compromised to feel another high. I've got to keep it down tonight”). In the end, the Roman side of creativity finally won out and both Roman and Remus decided to let each other go (“I wanna feel like you've let me go, So let me go”).

15) Cheap Queen: This song really shows Roman’s struggle with his identity. He’s so quick to change for others in order to be accepted by them (“I can be good sometimes. I'm a cheap queen. I can be a what you like. And I can be bad sometimes. I'm a real queen. I can make grown men cry” “I'm gettin' too cocky since everyone wants me, It's harder to be myself”). This convices me that the way that he’s been acting in the last few episodes (not insulting anyone, very opposed to Janus) is soley him trying to prove that he is good and nothing like Remus. He’s been hiding his true self which we see a lot of in episodes before Remus was introduced. Roman doesn’t want to disappoint Patton in fear of Patton wanting him to split again.

16) Humility: ANOTHER song about Remus. This song is really interesting. It shows us that Roman is VERY confused about his opinion on Remus. He’s lonely and feels incomplete without Remus, He NEEDS Remus back (“I need you in the picture That's why I'm calling you” “I'm the lonely twin, the left hand” “I don't want this isolation” “See the state I'm in now?”). Right after Roman has these thoughts and feelings though, he instantly tries to block them out and retrain the idea that Remus is bad (“Reset myself and get back on track”). He wants Remus back so badly and feels some sort of remorse for kicking him out, but then he ignores those emotions and acts like he hates Remus another moment (“If I pick it up when I know that it's broken Do I put it back? Or do I head out onto the lonesome trail And let you down?”).

17) Aint Got it Like That: Roman is greedy and wants a lot of things, we’ve established this. Most of this song is about how Roman wants more than what he has now, but he still believes it will come if he just waits long enough (“'Cause I ain't really got it like that And one day Imma have it like that And I know that it can't stay this way And one day Imma finally get paid”).

18) Dreamer: I’m not sure whose perspective this song is from, but this feels like a comfort song to Roman. We know that he has a lot of insecurities and struggles to create things because he worries that his ideas won’t be good enough or will be too much like Remus’ ideas. But this song goes completely against that mindset. It’s what Roman wants to hear: “Dream little dreamer, Don't care what they say” “You can do anything” “Dream like you won't fail. Sing like no one's there. Dance like you don't care. Dream.” “Don't fear little dreamer, You'll get there one day” “And I know that it's scary, But you'll succeed” “You're exeptional, You're original” “You're magnificent, You're sensational”.

19) Paving the Runway: This feels like a song from Roman to Thomas and gosh it just feels so loving and sweet... Roman has such big dreams for Thomas and he has so much faith in him (“Cause I know that one day you're gonna fly”). He encourages Thomas to go for his dreams and excel, something that he is hardly told himself (“Go after your dreams, Crazy as they may seem. Go chase all the stars in the sky” “You will reach higher than I ever could”). Roman does everythig he can to set Thomas up for success and to help him reach his dreams (“Darling, stand on my shoulders” “Baby, I'll be paving the runway”).

20) Go.: Again, I’m not sure who the singer of this song is, but I can tell its exactly what Roman wants/needs to hear. Roman is very clearly holding back due to his fear of becoming too much like Remus and that is making it very hard to do his job (“The fear within Has held you hostage. Break free and live. GO.”). This is a good song to be Roman’s last song because I think it helps to show us where Roman’s character is going in the future. He is going to let lose and relax eventually. Perhaps this will lead to him creating the better relationship with Remus that he’s been hoping for throughout this whole playlist. I predict that next episode, well start to see some of this newer, less refrained creativity from Roman.

(And that’s that! If you can tell that theres some tension between Roman and Remus from this playlist, just you wait for Remus’! As usual, let me know what you thought of this ❤️ Love you guys!)

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[bubbyleh]

like real people do

It's not often that Dr. Bubby finds himself at a loss for knowledge.

As the perfect scientist, he has basically all the information he would ever need inside of Black Mesa. He knew the purpose of every lab, all the equations they used, a complete layout of the Black Mesa facility... It had all been programmed into his mind sometime during his development, though files from that time were something Bubby was explicitly denied access to.

So, for the first few years of his life, Bubby was incredibly well-versed in all things Black Mesa. As time went on, he picked up things about the outside world. At first it was small things, like a song or a location. But completely by chance, a scientist turned the corner from the break room too fast and ran directly into Bubby, spilling his soda all over him.

"What the hell!?" Bubby had fumed, staring down as his drenched shirt. "Watch where you're going!"

"Oh, goodness! I do apologize for that!" the other scientist stammered. "Let me go get you some napkins!"

Looking up, Bubby was struck by the man before him. He was nowhere near as tall as Bubby (who was?), but there was obvious muscle under his lab coat, and those eyes... they looked so kind. Though he didn't realize it at the time, Bubby would look back and realize the thing he felt was attraction.

He was back in the break room before Bubby could react, but true to his word, he did bring napkins with him on his return.

That was how Bubby met Dr. Coomer.

Coomer had offered to front the quarter Bubby would need for the washing machine in the Black Mesa dorms, which Bubby took as an opportunity to have all of his clothes laundered at no cost to himself. Coomer had laughed at this, and Bubby couldn't explain the surging feeling in his chest when he did. He also couldn't explain why he kept talking to Coomer, regaling him with stories that made him seem intelligent! Bubby sat on one of the unused washing machines, which Coomer was leaning onto. They only realized the passing time when the machine beeped, signalling that Bubby’s clothes were clean.

At that point, Bubby's heart had dropped. He shoved his clothes into a dryer, started it, and left with only a flimsy excuse.

They weren't happy about that one. But Coomer and Bubby kept finding excuses to skip out on work to hang with each other, so eventually they were made lab partners.

Coomer would never hesitate to share information about the surface with Bubby. During their early mornings, while they drank their coffee, Coomer would recite verbatim (as best Bubby could tell) the happenings in his favorite movies and television shows. He liked following along to the dramas Coomer would tell him about, to the point where he could hold his own in a discussion without ever having seen an episode.

It was, after all, its own form of knowledge. And like all knowledge, Bubby reveled in it.

Which is why, fifty-some odd years later, Bubby is completely out of his depth.

Bubby’s been out—free, he’s been free—for a week. Sure, he wasn’t expecting his first experience in the real world to be at Chuck E. Cheese’s, but he wasn’t complaining. Because there was something so normal about eating subpar pizza at your friend’s birthday party, Bubby was fine enough that it wasn’t “special” in any way.

But sitting across from Dr. Coomer, Bubby realized something.

They’d been together for the better part of four decades, and they had never even been on a real date before.

Which Bubby thinks is justified, all things considered! It’s not like he was allowed to leave Black Mesa property, and underground research facilities aren’t exactly known for their nice eateries. What were they supposed to do, just ask the administration if their super secret lab-grown power man could leave for a night only because he wanted to have dinner somewhere?! That would just be asking for the tube.

It’s not like they didn’t make do, though! There had been quite a few occasions where, during a late night, Coomer had snuck down a bottle of wine for the two of them to share. Bubby would push down the stinging shame he felt every time, because Coomer deserved someone he could go out with. But for some unimaginable reason, he had chosen Bubby.

So, a week after their escape from Black Mesa, Bubby does research. He finds as much media as he can about dates, mostly coming back with romcoms. He read articles and blogs online about how to have the perfect first date. A lot of these guidelines seem to make assumptions about how well people on dates knew each other. But, well, if it’s what you’re supposed to do…

It takes about two days of doing nothing but binging romcoms, but eventually Bubby decides that his notes are satisfactory. He’s managed to narrow down what he calls the Expected Questions, or, the questions that are apparently required on a date. And Coomer has to know about them, because, hello? He’s been through this all before. The man’s been married before, Jesus.

And then there’s Bubby. He’s gonna mess this all up, isn’t he?

The thought of that almost makes him snap his note-taking pencil.

Around hour forty-three, Coomer pops his head into the room Bubby has tentatively claimed as his study (he’s not used to being able to claim rooms, let alone ones as frivolous as a study). He looks worried.

“Bubby, dear,” Coomer says, his tone wavering a little. “I’m all for the advancement of scientific research, or whatever it is you’re doing.” Right. Coomer can’t know what’s going on in here. “But, perhaps you would like to come down and eat? It’s almost time for lunch.”

Oh. Lunch. And food in general. That thing people need to eat in order to live. Bubby hasn’t eaten since around hour thirty-one, when he snuck some yogurt from their kitchen. Yeah, he could eat.

“Uh, okay. Sure,” Bubby stands, trying to ignore the dizzy feeling. He’s not used to having so much free time, apparently, since he’s forgetting to eat.

Which, hey, another thing. It seems a little stupid, but Bubby thinks their whole relationship is going in the wrong order. Like, they haven’t even been on an actual first date yet, but they’re already living together? But in another sense, they’ve been together for thirty-six years, and they’re only now moving in with each other? In all the romcoms Bubby just watched, there wasn’t anything remotely close to that.

So maybe they’re doomed already?

It’s something Bubby thinks about while he eats the wonderful grilled cheese that Coomer prepared for him. Seeing the way that Coomer looks at him, though, smiling brighter than the sun felt the first time Bubby ever stepped foot outside… Well, Bubby can’t help but want to try anyway.

♡♡♡♡♡

It takes three more days for Bubby to work up the courage to actually ask Coomer to go out. Which is the dumbest thing ever, but hey! This is a big deal for him!

They’re spread out on the couch watching Rocky II, which was Coomer’s suggestion. Bubby is honestly sick of watching movies, but he’s not about to admit to what he was getting up to during his over forty-hour research binge. Besides, he gets to lay down in Coomer’s lap, which is nice.

This is another example of their relationship being completely out of order, but Bubby chooses not to think about it.

“You know what I was thinking?” Bubby asks during a lull in the action.

Coomer gives him a wry smile. “When aren’t you thinking, professor? I swear, that head of yours must go a mile a minute.”

“Doctor,” Bubby corrects automatically. “But really.”

“Okay then, Professor Bubby,” Coomer chuckles to himself. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know who Professor Bubby is, but Doctor Bubby was thinking we should go out to dinner sometime. Like somewhere fancy.”

Coomer hums. “You know, I was thinking the same thing. I've always wished we could go someplace nice together.”

"Well, they do say great minds think alike," Bubby smirks.

"But fools rarely differ," Coomer presses a kiss to Bubby's forehead. "You make me feel like a lovesick fool, did you know that?"

Oh!

"You old sap!" Bubby laughs at Coomer. But he pulls him down to kiss him anyway.

♡♡♡♡♡

Coomer catches Bubby staring at himself in the mirror just before they head out. It's the suit, really. It made sense to buy, after all, going to an upscale restaurant kind of requires one. But actually wearing it, is…

It's jarring. It's like everything he never thought he'd be.

"Are you alright, Bubby?" Coomer asks him. "You know I don't care if you dress nice tonight. You could wear one of your turtlenecks if you'd like."

Bubby shakes his head. "Harold, I absolutely love this suit."

♡♡♡♡♡

Bubby does certain things to prepare for their date. Nothing too drastic, no. He's not going to have, like, Tommy or someone feed him lines from an earpiece or anything like that. No, all Bubby does is script out everything he's going to say for the entire date. God, it's such a simple and ordinary thing to do! Okay!?

So they sit across from one another, at a candlelit table next to a window. It's romantic, more romantic than anything they ever did at Black Mesa. Which isn't saying much, but truly, Bubby can't complain.

"This is a fine establishment, Harold," Bubby notes, keeping on script. "How did you find this place?"

"Well, you see, my dear Bubby," Coomer starts but god, the word "dear" alone is making Bubby want to burn the whole restaurant down as a symbol for his love. "I used the internet! It’s quite a useful tool, don't you think?"

Ah, a question! Luckily, Bubby has accounted for just this situation, and the tactic is not something he’s unfamiliar with. “I’ve found it to be helpful, yes.”

The good old agree card. Works every time.

But! Bubby needs to get back on track. This is a very important date, and Bubby can’t just let himself forget that! Time for the most basic of lines.

“So, Harold,” Bubby finds himself saying after they’ve ordered. “How was your day?”

Nice. Good. Perfect. Amazingly spectacular.

Coomer laughs. “We were both home all day, Bubby. You tell me!”

Right shit damn it a garbage fire.

“Fuck,” Bubby says before he can stop himself. And when he realizes that he let that slip, he lets his head fall into his hands and groans. “I’m fucking this all up, aren’t I?”

“Er, Bubby dear, are you alright?” Bubby feels Coomer grab onto one of his arms. “Is… is this too much for you? Drat, I knew we should have worked up to this. We could go home, if you’d like.”

Bubby’s head shoots up. “No!” he says, forcing the word out as fast as he can. He takes a deep breath, then grabs Coomer’s hand. “No, I’m fine. I want to be here.”

“Then what is it?” Coomer asks, and damn it, he’s not supposed to be worried! Nobody is supposed to be worried for Bubby, not like this! He’s used to the medical kind of worry, where the other party’s concern was more for their career than Bubby himself, always talking about him like he couldn’t hear, ignoring his presence except for when they needed him. But Coomer…

Coomer was never like that. Even when he found out about the tube, and the prototypes, and the medical evals and everything… Coomer still loved him. Which meant the world to Bubby, who, for his whole life, thought himself unlovable. And when Coomer looked at him, he didn’t see something immoral that shouldn’t exist, or something that needs to succeed, lest it be cast out like the others, he just saw Bubby.

Bubby loves him. And he thinks he can afford to be a little less than a genius around Coomer.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Bubby admits, and damn it, why is the world suddenly blurry? He’s wearing his glasses and-

Oh.

Bubby realizes that he’s crying.

“Sorry, fuck,” Bubby chokes back a sob. Coomer squeezes his hand. He’s talking through his other hand, which is covering his entire lower face. “I’m not… Shit, I didn’t think it would go like this. I don’t know how to do a… date. I wasn’t supposed to do stuff like that, so they never programmed it into my head but… I just want to do normal person things like go on dates with you.”

“Normal?” Coomer remarks, and Bubby can see he’s trying very hard not to laugh.

“Oh no, go ahead,” Bubby still manages to be snarky even while he’s breaking down. “Please make fun of me while I’m crying and being emotionally honest. It really helps.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Coomer at least has the decency to look apologetic. He reaches to hold Bubby’s other hand as well, which he is so graciously allowed. “It’s just… did you think I would be with you if I wanted normal?”

Bubby is taken aback.

Huh.

“I… suppose you’re right,” Bubby admits, and he can feel the worst of his feelings going away. It feels a little empty now, without it. “I do still want to try this date, though.”

The look Coomer gives Bubby is so wholesome and accepting that Bubby believes for a moment that he’s died and this is the face of an angel. It’s so powerful that he actually manages to forget, if heaven and hell are real, then he definitely isn’t going to heaven.

Coomer is happy to immediately launch into explanation mode. “Well, first things first, for a date, you should begin by talking.”

Bubby can’t help but smile at the man he loves. “Talking,” he repeats.

“Yes,” Coomer nods at him. “Tell me, Bubby. What do you want to talk about tonight?”

♡♡♡♡♡

It’s in the parking lot after their meal that Bubby comes to his conclusion about dating.

“I don’t see what the big deal about that was!” he rants as he and Coomer get into the car. “We could have done that at home! All the movies and stuff hyped it up.”

Coomer, thankfully, ignores his comment about movies. “Well maybe next time, we can just make some good food at home.”

Bubby rolls his eyes. “And who is going to make all that food? I don’t remember you being a chef, Harold.”

Coomer just beams at him. “We’ll order some takeout! What do you think? Perhaps next time we will order some Chinese food!”

This is the man he’s in love with, and Bubby smiles to himself. Chinese food sounds nice.

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #dr coomer #dr bubby #hlvrai boomer #my writing #like real people do

[imaginesonurface]

THE UNTOLD TALE - Chapter VI

Draco Malfoy

Summary: brought back to Hogwarts, Sunrise must face the truth about her past while trying to find out the real reason they’re back.

This is my first HP fic, it sets in a world the books were published to hide the whole truth about magic so it’s not chronologically correct, just go with it, please. Excuse my broken English. It’s quite a trip the whole thing and it takes a while before heating up. And if you have read my other stories, YES, I DO USE THE SAME NAME! A LOT.

“I know you guys are curious but it’s Saturday! Give me a break” Sunrise tried to argument after lunch.  

“You left us with a major cliffhanger and now you want us to wait till Monday?” said Marta.

“Ugh! Fine. You’re so annoying!” the girl finally gave up.  

“Don’t worry, she says that a lot about me too” Draco invaded the conversation.  

“Okay, the hardest part is over, right?” she thought to herself even though she knew the answer was a big fat no. The next part wasn’t that hard to tell, not worse than the whole “My parents are Death Eater” thing. Of course, it embarrassed her a little bit. Maybe a lot. But it was not something wrong per say.  

“Marta told me you were having second thoughts about telling your story today...” Ron began a few minutes later when Sunrise escaped to them.  

“Here we go. Just say it” the girl encouraged.  

“What happened during the summer? You never told us the complete story and I know it! I know it because Ginny told me to let go” he stormed.

“So you should” added Hermione.

“What? You know too? And you never told me? Come on! Harry, mate, are you going to tell me you knew too?” he sounded a little bit desperate.  

“I mean, you were the one too busy with Lavender” Harry defended himself.  

“Oh, great. Yeah, and you didn’t have time later” Ron said.

“Well, we were indeed a little busy, you know, trying to be alive and destroy Voldemort” Sunrise justified.  

“I can’t believe I’m as excited as Marta for tonight’s session” he sighed.  

Apparently, Sunrise was the only one who wasn’t excited. Even though deep down she felt a little something trying to organize everything in her mind. She knew that trying to hide anything would be impossible because Draco Malfoy would be in the room. She was also not ready to deal with Pansy Parkinson.

“Okay, let’s make it quick” later that night Sunrise stormed into the room.

It was sort of a relief to Sunrise that the only Slytherins there were Ingrid, Draco and Blaise.  

“There isn't no way it’s going to be a quick one. Plus, it’s Saturday. We should party a little bit” said Draco.  

“Yes, we should” agreed Raul.  

“So... summer!” said Ron.  

“What? Only girls talk?” Malfoy teased.  

“So, summer that year was... weird” she began.

“Interesting” observed Draco.  

“Obviously my parents explained me the whole Death Eater thing, it went like: ‘We were young and naïve. Narcisa is, as you know, one of my best friends, and she kept telling me all the things her husband heard the Dark Lord was doing to those who didn’t stand with him. So, to protected ourselves and our baby, you, we decided to join him. We never knew anything about Lilian and James. Honestly, do you think I’d left you in their house on the night the Dark Lord was going to kill them? As soon as we heard, we stormed off to tell them but it was too late. There’s a lot of wrong in what he does but you need to understand that things were out of control before him. We were scared. We still are’. And that was why they sent me to spend my summer on the Malfoy Manor. Trying to create a bond between me and Malfoy. She and her best friend wanted their children to be friends, meanwhile it was important to her to make me understand my place into this whole thing. When the summer was over-”  

“NO!” she heard at least three voices screaming.

“You’re not going to drop the whole ‘spent the whole summer with Malfoy’ and not give us details” said Ingrid.  

“The audience claims, Hewitt” added Malfoy.  

“Fine. It was not that hard for us to... co-habit the same house. We tried to keep our distance at the beginning but my mind wandered to Dumbledore asking me to spy on them so I tried to befriend Draco. At the beginning it was mostly playing chess. Narcissa seemed really happy that we were finally getting along so she suggested a trip to their vineyard which we did. Every afternoon, right before tea”  

“You drank tea with Malfoy?” asked Ron.

“Ron, shut up!” whispered Hermione.  

“Uh, yes. And had dinner with the whole family. That was my summer. Now back to Hogwarts-”  

“Funny” interrupted Malfoy.  

“What?” asked Ron.  

“Nothing. I just- I remember different. Well, I wouldn’t say different, just... more” teased Draco.  

“Maybe because it meant a lot to you” said Sunrise.

“What exactly, Hewitt?” by this point the whole room was silently following their debate.  

“Oh, for Merlin’s beard! Tell us” said Ron.  

“There’s nothing else to tell” insisted Sunrise.  

“Well, I’ll tell then. After one of our trips to the vineyard, Pansy came visit me and, well, you know Pansy, she’s always over me” Blaise and Draco laughed a bit. “Of course, she stayed for tea, some chess and dinner. The next day, she appeared as well and it went on for over three days”.  

“Three days? You meant three weeks” corrected Sunrise.  

“I thought you didn’t remember, Hewitt” there was victory on Draco’s face.  

“It’s starting to come back to me”

“Right, anyway, at some point she stopped because her family took a trip to whenever. On our first day free of Pansy, Sunrise made sure to make fun of her all day long. And, to be honest, it was pretty fun. After dinner, we went outside to see the stars-”

“Wait a second...” Ron tried to say something but Hermione stopped him with her angry face.  

“And she went on making fun of Pansy and how much she throws herself at me-”

“I want to make a remark that I didn’t know back then that this was an anti-feminist behavior” added Sunrise.

“I can’t believe you interrupted me for this. Back to the ki- story," his mistake was planned to tease everybody “She was making fun of Pansy, something like ‘Oh, Draco, you’re so handsome. Oh, Draco, please, invite me for dinner’ always reaching out as a very exaggerated potentially more touchy desperately in love Pansy Parkinson but what sell the deal was the ‘Oh, Draco, kiss me’.  And I did. Now you can go back to the Hogwarts part” he finished very pleased with himself.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU KISSED DRACO MALFOY!” scream Ron in disgust.  

They all started talking over each other.  

“Okay, guys! I was 14-” she began.

“About to be 15 and there was-” corrected Draco.  

“LATER!” she added.  

“What? Oh, I wasn’t ready. I’m not sure I can keep on listening to this. It’s way worse than you and Fred. Way!" said Ron.  

“Hey, Ron! Frend and I were friends!” Sunrise was about to cry.  

“Yeah, sure” said Ron.  

“I think we should talk about the school year” added Hermione,  

“Right” the girl whipped her tears. “The school year. There was a gray area for me: should I back up Harry’s story or help the Death Eaters saying he was lying. I haven’t had new from Potter or Dumbledore during the entire summer so I only found out what to do after my first day. Dumbledore told me to do as I felt like. I decided to keep it quiet but it didn’t last long. After my first class with Umbridge listening to her saying my cousin was a liar I couldn’t keep it inside so I automatically said ‘he’s not lying’. She wasn’t pleased at all. I got tons of detention for standing up for him. I wasn’t talking a lot to the others because I was ashamed, that year I spent basically all my time with Malfoy and his gang. So, when I showed up to the Dumbledore’s Army it was a surprise to everyone”.  

“Except for me, obviously” added Hermione.

“Hermione invited me after she found out I stood up for Harry and I attended to every meeting. But at some point, Draco started to get suspicious and I knew I had to do something about it and when Edgecombe denounced us, I saw the perfect opportunity. Draco had given me a hint that it might happen in the very near future so when it did, I was prepared. Now, an important information is that nobody knew I was playing spying on the Death Eaters. So, when we were running away and I captured Harry I had to give him a hint. I said ‘Dumbledore knows’. Which, now, I recognize wasn’t the best idea. After that I joined the Inquisitorial Squad and back then I received a letter from my mother, she sent through Draco because she knew he wasn’t being checked on and it was alright for him to read it. She asked me to spy on Harry. In order to spy on them I had to pretend to spy on Harry. Dumbledore advised me to do it. Another important information: I was having episodes in which I woke up very confused, sometimes with convulsions but ignored it. What I didn’t know is that it was due to the whole Harry-Voldemort story. It only hit me when we were taking the O.W.L.s. As you may know, Harry had an episode and fell off his chair. The same happened to me”.  

“Did you have visions?” asked Lorena.

“No, it was all blank. I felt a lot of headache but that was all. Harry asked me that too when we were alone. When I said I didn’t, he told me what he had seen. I knew it was probably a playout by Voldemort but what if it wasn’t? I wanted to help my cousin, so I joined him. I knew I could disguise quickly as somebody who were helping to drag Harry to Voldemort if that was needed. I was very confused and there was no one responsible to help me at that moment. As you also may know, we got caught”.

“You know what? The whole image of Malfoy leaning back on the window, holding you against his body with a smirk just got even worse after the summer thing” said Ron.

“Funny story: I let her go when we walked outside the room to require Professor Snape’s presence. I guess she couldn’t run because it was going to be way to obvious to both sides” added Draco.  

“How did you keep your spying status while helping Harry?” asked Marta.

“I didn’t have to. My parents attacked me right after we started running so I wouldn’t blow my cover to them. I blacked out till the end of it all” the girl explained.  

“And your parents were sent to Azkaban?” asked Raul.  

“Yes” a little bit of sadness could be heard in her voice.

“But... what did you do? Where did you go to?” asked Marta.  

“I spent the last school days avoiding everybody” she tried to avoid the real question.

“Okay, but both of your parents were arrested, where did you go?” asked Marta again.

“Isn’t it obvious? To my family’s place” said Malfoy.  

“You know, there’s something we never talked about” added Harry.  

“What?” asked Sunrise.

“Even though everybody was sick worried about me when we arrived at the station, Lupin told me they all tried to argue about that with Dumbledore. About you spending your summer with the Malfoy. I remember he told me that Dumbledore made that choice because it was the best decision for your safety but also for you heart, in a way, we could never understand what you were going through but Malfoy could”.

The girl was speechless. She knew it was true, but she hated that summer so much that she couldn’t help but feel angry about it.  

“I know it was another sad day but it’s Saturday! Let’s try to shake it off. It was years ago. Am I right?” said Ron.  

“Right” one of Sunrise’s least favorite thing was pity, so she was glad somebody changed the conversation.  

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Stay With Me - 3/3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Desc: You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting shot, the closest contact you have being the person you hate the most. Warnings: Angst & Fluff

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She wakes up encased by comfortable materials. A soft pillow, a soft mattress, soft comforter, soft throw blanket. In his bedroom, a little confused but also thankful for the good sleep. The room was full of him. There was a picture of him and his sister Becca on the nightstand. He looked so different but so similar in the 40s. His smile was bigger, it reached his eyes, made them sparkle. His notebooks were neatly organized on a shelf over the bed, the hat of his old uniform right next to it. She felt like she didn’t belong in this room, it was so personal. Every corner of it screamed his name. This was his safe place, this was his home. His desk had a shelf filled with photo albums above it. A little laptop and his little eReader on the surface together with little things flying around. His closet door slightly opened with a wall full of knives, his gear and tons of comfortable clothes. She was still wearing a shirt that she stole from him right out of the freshly finished laundry basket. Without touching anything else in the room she made his bed and left the room for breakfast. A note greeted her again. This time it was a bright green one on the side she usually sat on. *I'm out running errands. Thought you'd deserve my bed as the guest. Hope you slept well. I'm sorry for all the times my mind couldn't form the simple words 'Thank you'. You are good enough, and it's impossible to hate you. You choose takeout tonight.* That was an overwhelming amount of sweetness from a man that didn’t want to take her in at first.

"I'm back." his voice broke through the calmness of the apartment. "Hey Buck." she answered when he walked into the kitchen with grocery bags, seeing her sit on the countertop eating his cookie stash empty. "You should be glad I don't hate you, cause otherwise I'd have to kill you for finding my secret cookie storage." he poked fun at her. "Only if it's with a Mark II." a big grin appeared on both faces. She spectated him putting his food away, they way he moved his big body was hypnotising. Especially when he was at ease. He moved like he was still in the body he had in the 40s. After he was finished with putting everything away he positioned himself in front of her so she wouldn’t be able to escape. "Gimme one." he got a giggle back, a heartwarming giggle, and then a cookie being held in front of him. "Cookie monster." he grinned and got another giggle back. "Omnomnomnomnom." she imitated the cookie monster with a big smile on her face. A smile he suddenly couldn’t get enough of. "What do we order?" he looked up from his phone. "Italian. It's always Italian. Pizza, Pasta, cheese. All of it." a shared chuckle acknowledged her energetic mood. So it was Italian. Three pizzas, one pasta and some side dishes. He was a super soldier and she was eating to get healthy again. Brooklyn 99 was on in the background but they both already watched it as they found out two minutes into watching. "Thank you for keeping my stuff all those years." it suddenly burst out of him. "Hm? No problem." she said with her mouth still full. "Thanks for giving me a chance after all those dumb things I said to you." he continued. "Uuuh, you're welcome." a nervous giggle. "Thank you for trusting me to not let you bleed out." he chuckled. "You're Bucky, not the Winter Soldier." she called him normal. She didn’t see him as the Winter Soldier. Sure, she kept his things save for 5 years but he wasn’t sure about this part. He needed to hear it from people. "Still, thanks." "Always a pleasure. Who wouldn't want to embarrassingly collapse into the arms of someone that they think hates them." she chuckled. "I would've came to you too." he mumbled and finally admitted to it. A small smile was shared before concentrating on the show again. This time he was the one falling asleep to the background noise of the TV with her still watching the show.

"Thanks for letting me stay here for so long." "Of course. Anytime. See you soon." "Mhm. Bye." A soft and shy smile. "Wait." She turned around. "I wanted to give you something that will have a better place with you." he held up his old dog tags that she got back and guarded for him. "Bucky, that's really sweet of you but...those are yours and they should stay with you." "Just like you." "Just like what?" "You. They should stay with me like you." "Bu- Why?" "I love you. I fell so hopelessly in love with you. I was so overwhelmed all this time because I didn't get it into my dumb brain myself." her mouth fell open. "I love you." A tiny whispered "I love you too, Bucky." and a step towards him was the answer. He gently put the tags around her neck. A painfully slow kiss later she’d been pulled back into the apartment and the door was closed again.

He woke up on the couch and must've only slept about an hour because she was still there. Watching another episode of the show. "You talk in your sleep," she smiled when she saw that he was awake again "What did I say?" he asked slightly panicked. "You mumbled a few 'I love you's'. Was it a memory dream?" her smile was so soft. She probably thought he’d dreamt about his family. "Not exactly." he scratched his neck while moving up to sit. "Can I tell you something?" he asked after some silence. "Sure." "My dreams are mostly things I want to happen. Things that make me happy." he sent her a soft and happy smile. "That's kinda cool. What's on that inner happy wishlist right now?" she had turned towards him. "Well. You. Kinda." he answered and her eyes widened. "No. No no no. That's not what- Let me do this again." he closed his eyes and started again, "You're in my dreams a lot cause you make me happy. There. That sounds better." "Oh, okay." a soft, blushy smile came at him and hit right into the heart.

Something suddenly overcame him, he just had to do it. Had to. There was no other way in his mind. This was now or never. "Stay right here. I need to get something." "Okay." she was confused but wouldn’t be going anywhere anyway. "I decided that I wanted to give you something and...well...I thought since you've taken care of my things all those years…" he sat down on the couch next to where she had climbed to and opened his hand to reveal his tags. "Woah, really? This is super personal. I'm- wow. That's intense. Like, it's so important, why would you- You'll have your reasons but..." she took them and looked up to a soft smile sent back down at her, "Yeah. Thought you deserve something special." "Yeah, but this is so...incredibly personal…and emotional." she mumbled inspecting the plates. "I have something else giving me those feelings. And they just don't make me feel safe anymore, so I thought...you know...you got them back for me." his smile grew even bigger. She put it around her neck with her hands moving like water again. Her movements had something soothing to them. She didn’t need to try, she just looked gorgeous doing the most basic things. He’d tried to ruin that by making her feel bad. Why did he do that to her just because he couldn’t handle his own feelings about her? "I love you." she stopped in her tracks, suddenly realizing his dream was about her and slowly looked up. Overwhelmed and unable to immediately answer. "I've dreamt so much about you since you came here. I've been blind to my own emotions and took some of it out on you. And I just wanted you to know...that I really really love you." "Bucky?" "Hm?" "I love you too." she almost whispered it. As if only he was allowed to know that little secret. That secret that she never hated him, she was just hurt and he worked on reversing her pain. His care and behavior making her feel safer with every hour. Their lips finally met with a smile and an explosion of warmth and tingles in both bodies. The bed was being shared that night. And it was shared many nights after.

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Tracking the dynamic between Argo and Fitzroy eps 9-11.

Episode 9:

Fitzroy: Damn!! This is good jerky!! Argo: Oh, my mom would be pleased to hear you say that. What—how about you, Firbolg? You want to try a little bite?

Argo: Well, I'd agree to that idea, as long as we could maybe name it after my ma. Cause y'know, she was a very important part of my life. Fitzroy: Thundermom! Argo: [quietly] Thundermom… 

Argo: Memories, huh? What about you, Fitzroy? What about your folks? Fitzroy: Oh… You know, uh, the—the house where I grew up, Argo, it‘s um… I don‘t like to flaunt it, but uh… it was large enough that I would go days without seeing either of my parents, and uh, they would frequently sort of travel from villa to villa. Or ‗vi-ya,‘ as they would say it. 

Argo: Avast ye—oh, he‘s already dead. I actually should've said the ava— but then it wouldn‘t have been a sneak attack if I'd yelled out ‗avast ye.‘ Firbolg: This is the problem. Fitzroy: Well, it still wasn‘t a sneak attack, if you think about it… Argo: It wouldn‘t have been, no. 

Fitzroy: [quietly] There may be invisible imps in here. So make sure you sneak attack just every square inch of the room, okay partner? Argo: Well, it doesn‘t really work like that. That‘s not sneaky. Fitzroy: Well, again, I think… the last play was a little bit also unsneaky, but let‘s just, um… hm. Uhh… Argo: Let me try something. Let me try something. 

Griffin: And I attack the model skeleton with my maul. Argo: You have sneak attack too?! Fitzroy: Sure, if this is what we‘re calling it. I sneak attack the heck out of him.

Fitzroy: What… just… happened, Argo? Argo: Hell if I know. [laughs] I have—I have magic, too! I have one freakin‘ spell!

Fitzroy: Argo, take a grabski, bud! We‘re all takin‘ one. Argo: Uh, I'll take the… oh, I don't know. I'll take the arsenic. I'll take some arsenic. Travis: Whoa! Fitzroy: I don‘t love that. Argo: Well, I am a rogue.

Argo: Sneak attack!! Fitzroy: Now this is a good—yes!

Fitzroy: Hey, Argo, you're just— Travis: If you're wondering, you get some in your hair. Fitzroy: Yeah, Argo, you're just kind of trying some stuff out tonight, aren't you? Argo: [laughs] I'm just really exploring meself. I'm discovering Argo! Fitzroy: Okay, so just like, moving forward, how did you feel about the head-butt operation? Argo: Probably a bad choice. ‗Cause now I've got ichor. But my skin is so naturally… y'know, it always looks like it‘s kind of covered in water and oily and stuff that, hopefully, the ichor will wash out.

Argo: Oh, okay. [sings] Night fever, night fever… Fitzroy: I don‘t think he was speaking… Argo: Oh, you didn‘t mean that literally?

Griffin: Yeah. Uh, I think that sort of takes the wind out of me, as I see Argo, uh, seemingly be killed by a razor-sharp chain. So I'm going to try and get over to him, taking an attack of opportunity, and try to get in his bag if I can.

Griffin: [laughs] I'm glad I said I drop out of rage, as uh, as I see that, because I lose my half damage ability, and uh, that‘s gonna take me down to, uh, two hit points! So, I dive towards Argo, take an enormous hit. Uhh, reach into his bag, grab the medicine kit, think about it real hard, about just kind of eatin‘ it myself, uh… but no, I'm going to uh, use it to revive Argo.

Summary: Lots of back and forth between Argo and Fitzroy. Argo is investigating Fitzroy (from what it appears). There’s a back and forth about Fitzroy wanting to sneak attack (Argo’s thing) and Argo wanting to do magic (Fitzroy’s thing). Argo head butts an imp, and even Fitzroy knows that’s dumb. Fitzroy drops out of rage to help Argo and helps Argo instead of helping himself after getting knocked to 2 HP.

Episode 10:

Gary: Those imps taught you something, eh? Fitzroy: Yeah, those imps taught me a lot about life and love. [????Griffin?????]

Argo: Umm… well, I did, uh… thanks to my new hero, Fitz, I—I escaped from the brink of death. I missed a lot, because I was at zero—no, I was unconscious.

Argo: By god, the little guy came along and brought me back to life, and I owe him a life debt. Buckminster: Oh! Fitzroy: Uh, yes, and a lot of times, when people say that, they do mean it sort of… um… metaphorically. At this school, there is actually a sort of fungible like, equivalent to a life debt. And we can get into that later.

Argo: No, wait, we need to try to guess, don‘t we? Buckminster: No, it‘s not a riddle, it‘s a joke. Fitzroy: No, it‘s not a riddle. It‘s not a quiz. It‘s a joke. Argo: Oh, gotcha. We don‘t know!

Argo: Uh, well, I mean, it was interesting. It was kind of creepy. Umm… but uh, yeah. I almost died. So, that was kind of a sucky, y'know, angle to it. Jackle: No. Argo. Argo, I'm not talking about the imps, boy. I'm talking about, what did you learn about Fitzroy Maplecourt? What'd you learn about his family? Argo: Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah. Oh, listen to this. You're gonna love this. His ma, her name was Dindra. And she handed out really good gum. Had a big purse. Had a huge purse. And in this purse, she kept like, jewels and gems, and uh, amulets, and uh, hot mint gum, apparently. So… that—that‘s… that‘s about the extent of what I learned. Jackle: [sighs] Argo: These guys don‘t like talkin‘ about themselves. They don‘t want to share. [weepy] I mean, they kind of bond together, and they got their little things, and they talk, but nobody—

Argo: Because listen… the—the guy could‘a… he had a chance to help himself, or save my salty ass. And he saved my salty ass. I… I… I don‘t feel so comfortable spying on him, especially if it‘s gonna lead to something bad happenin‘ to him. He‘s not a bad guy. For an arrogant jerk, he‘s kind of a nice arrogant jerk. 

Argo: Well why can't I just come out and ask him? Why can't I, instead of just sittin‘ around, y'know, trying to be—

Argo: I understand. Okay, let me just tell you something. That‘s fine. And I‘ll pursue this up to a point. But if it reaches the point where something bad‘s gonna happen to him, you may have your first broken chain link, my… my friend. 

Fitzroy: But I don't know how much you've been paying attention – Argo sneaks out at night very frequently. He does not talk very much about the classes he takes. I know he is a rogue by nature, and so, there is a certain amount of that to be expected from him, but… I… there is something very big and strange happening, and there is also something strange happening with our friend, Argo Keene. I don't know if we can bring him in on this.

Fitzroy: Master Firbolg, I trust you with my life. It‘s what… it‘s what happens to you occasionally that I don‘t trust. I don't know that I can say the same for Argo. And I don‘t necessarily know how to get there, so I think… at least for right now, it would behoove us to stay quiet, at least until we can protect ourselves from whatever is doing this to students at this school.

Summary: Fitzroy...I know you’re joking about kissing an imp, but if the imp’s taught you about love and to sacrifice yourself for the one’s you love...Argo call’s Fitzroy “my new hero.” Fitzroy is thinking about taking Argo up on that life debt. Argo is dumb and also sad that his friends exclude him. Argo says he’ll leave if they hurt Fitzroy because he thinks he’s a good person for saving his life instead of trying to save himself instead. Fitzroy doesn’t know how to begin to trust Argo, so he’s not sharing anything with him.

Episode 11:

Fitzroy: Uh, we like to keep it more fluid around here. More jazz-like, with our long term planning. I mean, right now, we've got a great thing going on. We have a fantastic thing going on. My CFO is always crackin‘ the books, trying to ink out every little bit of gold and copper and coin that we can possibly squeeze into our coffers, and Argo is doing… something. Equally vital, I'm sure.

Argo: And y'know, they're great fellas. They're really… they're really good, and they really seem to have really kind of, y'know, connected. They‘ve got… okay, they're both CEO and CFO of this… Thunderman thing, and I don‘t have a title. And it bothers me. 

Argo: But I don't know, I'm kind of the odd man out. Y'know, with the two fellas. And it‘s, uh… y'know, like I said, it‘s not a big thing. It‘s just a fittin‘ in, y'know, kind of thing. I've never been one to make friends fast. But y'know, I feel a little left out. Especially at the meetings. Y'know, they all get to make official reports, and I just sit there, writin‘ all the stuff down. Eh, y'know…

Althea: Now, Argo, this isn't necessarily within my prevue. But… have you spoken with them directly? Have you told them that you feel left out, that you would like to be closer friends? Have you… opened up to them? Argo: Well… here‘s the thing. I think Fitz thinks I'm kind of an idiot.

Argo: And thank you. Thank you, by the way, for the compliment. I appreciate that. Althea: Oh, of course. Argo: So far, all I've been complimented on is like, uh, like, stealing things, and killing. It‘s nice to get a compliment on, y'know… bein‘ smart.

Fitzroy: Sneak attack! Travis: Wait, you don‘t have sneak attack! Griffin: I mean, I just did it fast.

Argo: Sneak attack! Crush: Okay. I'm standing right here looking at all three of you, and you're saying out loud, ‗sneak attack.‘ Um, so, this is going to be lesson number one. If you're going— Argo: I was trying to encourage—I was trying to encourage Fitzroy to try it again. Crush: Sure. If you're going to sneak attack – and this is just kind of basic 101 stuff – don‘t yell ‗sneak attack‘ before you do it. Fitzroy: You should whisper it. Crush: No, don‘t—okay. Argo: [whispers] Sneak attaaack!

Fitzroy: Hey, you did a fair amount of ass kicking before you were— Argo: Thank youuu. Fitzroy: Before you were killed. 

Fitzroy: They had a evil boss. Crush: Like a big imp? Argo: He was an imperor. Fitzroy: Yowza.

Argo: Um, okay. Listen, um, I'm uh… I'm checkin‘ out—I wanna check out things on uh, Fitzroy. Y'know, I'm on my secret mission, which I assume you know, so it‘s not that big a secret. Sabour: Oh, yes. Yes. Argo: I was thinking, like, any… like, a social register from Goodcastle, or uh, old issues of… Knights Illustrated. Especially the bathing suit of armor issues. [laughs]

Argo: Wow. Caravan? Huh. So he was… a truck driver. [laughs] Travis: Basically, yes. Argo: Oh. [laughing] I'm not meanin‘ to laugh. Um… I… there‘s no way Fitzroy knows this, does he? 

Argo’s Letter: Greetings, salutations, and general huzzahs! We haven‘t been formally introduced in the flesh so to speak, but I am Argonaut Keene, friend, roommate, and business associate of your son, Fitzroy. And let me just say right off the bat – your son is quite well. He is excelling in his classwork, wreaking a lot of havoc among imps, and making fast friends with many of his fellow students. Most notably, myself, his best friend, and our other roommate, a Firbolg named… Bud… Furby… Dr. Fungus. I tell you what, that can wait for another letter. Actually, the friendships are the reason I'm contacting you. We've all grown quite fond of Fitzroy and would like to surprise him with a kind of social event. Here at the academy, they have a tradition called a roast – and no, it does not involve cooking of any kind. I had to explain that to the Firbolg… It‘s where friends gather and show their affection for a designated buddy by standing up and making speeches; most of them, good natured ribbing of the honoree. I am organizing just such an event, and Fitzroy will be the honoree! ...Of course, I in return, vow to watch over Fitz and allow no harm to come to him here. That is a solemn promise that I do not make lightly, but to ease any concerns you have over the safety of your boy, my BFF. 

Summary:  Fitzroy admits that he doesn’t have a role for Argo, and then Argo notes that in his own meeting. Argo is hurt that Fitzroy thinks he’s stupid, and he takes Althea’s compliment that he’s not dumb to heart. There’s the whole sneak attack bit, which I cannot tell if Fitzroy is trying to mock Argo or genuinely has stolen his bit. Argo makes bad jokes and also asks for Knights Illustrated. Argo thinks it’s funny Fitzroy’s dad was a truck driver and trusts Fiztroy so much that he believes he doesn’t know his dad’s a truck driver. Argo labels himself as Fitzroy’s best friend although he’s obviously been upset that he’s not as close to Fiztroy as everyone else is. Then Argo vows to watch over Fitzroy, okay man, chill.

#maplekeene #taz graduation #sir fitzroy maplecourt

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"Leo King Didn't Deserve To Live!"

Thursday 8th October 2020

Good evening everyone! I hope you've all had a brilliant week! Tonight I'll be blogging about last night's episode, as tomorrow I'll be posting about tonight's episode. I apologise for the lateness, thank you all for being so patient with me! Let's delve right into it! So the episode starts with Gray, sat with his head bowed looking at  the floor, alone in his house - as we can see, his house is in utter disarray!! As music is being played, Gray looks up at his suit hanging on the back of the door, today is Chantelle's funeral. How is going to be able to keep things together? As he stares at his black blazer, the door bell rings, as he goes to the answer the door, the main thing we can see is a picture frame on the floor of him and his deceased wife. A man's voice can be heard from the hallway, the Detective has come back to give Gray the news that Chantelle's death has been declared as an accident. Gray feels as if that conclusion is an insult to Chantelle, but then again - is he only putting on a front because they've basically told him that he's gotten away with murder? He gives them the impression that they have missed something, to which the Detective seem to think that he means Kheerat? He informs Gray that if he has any news then he needs to tell them, to which is then he realises he can't tell them the complete truth, so he whispers "No". As the Detective leaves house, Gray goes to look out of his window, we see Whitney exit her house - she takes a huge deep breath, her trail starts today!

Meanwhile, at the Carter household, Mick appears to be writing out a card. Linda has gotten herself ready to attend Chantelle's funeral. It's clear to see that things are looking a little rocky in their relationship right now, they're both dealing with things in their own personal life and neither of them are talking to each other. That is how problems start - keeping secrets and not speaking to your partner. Mick is hiding the fact that he's found out Frankie is his daughter, and Linda is hiding the fact that she's taken a sip of alcohol and also Max kissed her. Linda tries to talk to her husband, as Mick listens to wife without saying a word as he's writing the card, she states how much she loves him. It looks as if she's finally going to come clean - she starts off by beginning to explain it happened the night at the Prince Albert, it looks as if Mick is ready to guess what she's going to say - but she backs down at the last minute and instead tells him that Max kissed her, instead of telling her husband about the big gulp of vodka that she drunk! Mick doesn't say anything - he carries on writing his card, Linda is adamant that it didn't mean anything. As Mick walks away we see he's left his card on the table, Linda goes to have a read - we can see it's a sympathy card and inside it reads "Mitch! She'll always be your little girl! Mick x" (Not from Mick & Linda I noticed).

On the Square, everyone is gathering waiting to say their goodbyes to Chantelle. Mitch is dressed in black as he approaches the house, still flooded by flowers and tributes. Karen follows behind, determined to make sure her Grandchildren attend their Mother's funeral. Unfortunately, Mitch informs her that the children are at school, he even states that he wouldn't want Bailey there either. This is an interesting debate this one - should young children attend funerals? Of course it gives them a chance to say Goodbye to their loved one, but could it be a bit harrowing for them? Billy informs his girlfriend that the cars will be there shortly and she rushes off to get ready.

At the Panesar household, Suki is also getting ready, as she tells Vinny that Jack has managed to get her a meet up with Jags at the police station. Vinny beings to panic, thinking that his Mum, setting up his brother, probably wasn't the best idea she's had. He worries that Jags might end up telling the truth as to who was to blame for the attack on Martin. As they discuss Jags, Kheerat appears from the hallway, dressed up all ready to go to Chantelle's funeral. Suki begins to tell her son that he shouldn't go, considering how the family are acting around him right now. Kheerat is insulted by his Mother, he wants to pay his respects and he shall do so! As both Kheerat and Vinny leave the room, Suki ends up calling Ash asking her to go and visit Jags instead.

At the hospital, Phil is still longingly watching his son, Raymond through the hospital window. What is his plan on helping his son? Suddenly Ellie walks past Phil, not even realising who he is, as she goes in to see her Grandson! Phil then realises who she could be, how is he going to stand up against Ellie and gain access to his son? I'm sure I've read somewhere that Phil and Ellie are going to end up having a fling? I know it's just a rumour, but I hope it's one that isn't true! Phil shouldn't have to go down that route just to gain access to his son! Surely something else will happen, right?!

Oooo the next scene is a very interesting one! Back on the Square, Gray is ready to face everyone and the day ahead. He stares at himself in the mirror before he finally leaves the house. As he slowly makes his way down the stairs from the front door, to the front of the house - everything goes muffled. Everything seems to focus on Gray, I don't know about you guys but to me, he's looking extremely uncomfortable and incredibly angry. Everyone from Jay, Honey, Denise, Tiffany, Billy and the rest of the Taylor family are all there to give their condolences. As Gray looks across the Square a very dirty angry look is spread right across his face as we see Kheerat approach with a huge bunch of flowers, regardless of what people think right now, I think it's only fair he also gets to say Goodbye too. I feel that it's awful that Keegan tells him that he's not welcome. Gray looks as if he's not going to be able to handle the pressure of today, he watches as Karen breaks down and cries for her daughter as the hearse arrives. He is clearly getting more and more uncomfortable, he walks straight pasts the hearse as it parks up, doesn't even glance at Chantelle's coffin, and sits in the car other car at the back, telling the rest of the family he wants to travel on his own. Only once in the car he instructs the driver to take him to court! Is he seriously going to miss his wife's funeral and go to Whitney's aid instead?

As Ash is leaving to go and see her brother, Habiba stops her in her tracks, begging her to try and get her boyfriend out of prison. Habiba tells Ash all about her plans to make it known on social media that Jags is innocent, she even has a t-shirt made. Habiba tells Ash that they both know that Jags doesn't belong in prison and the fact that they've got the wrong man, Ash agrees that she'll try all she can to get Jags out. Eventually she finally gets to the prison to see her brother, they are both obviously really upset by what has happened. Jags has found out that it was his Mother who set him up, Ash is completely devastated for her brother, she tries her best to convince him to tell the truth. But he won't have any of it, he insists that if Ash helps him, Suki will come for her also - it's true that their Mother appears to have a dark side. What will do if she finds out that Ash tried to help him? To keep his sister from getting into even more trouble, it looks as if Jags is going to take the blame. He tells her to inform his girlfriend that he's guilty. As he leaves, Ash is left in tears.

Finally Whitney arrives at the courtroom ready for her trial. The room is all quiet before the proceedings start, she arrives with Sonia for support. Suddenly, Gray bursts through the doors, he doesn't make eye contact with anyone and sits in the bay. Whitney is clearly stunned to see him there, today of all days! He's clearly using Whitney's trial as an excuse for him to escape Chantelle's funeral.

Back at the hospital, Phil takes it upon himself to speak to Ellie. As they chat, he makes up a story about his Granddaughter being in the hospital with a broken leg. As they chat, Ellie reveals where she's and asks where Phil lives, he doesn't even mention Walford and mentions another area, Ellie is surprised and asked who his parents were as she might've known them. As he gives the names Peggy and Eric, Ellie apologises as she doesn't recognise the names. They leave things on a civil note and we can see that Phil knows who he's dealing with now. He knows who he's up against.

Oooooooo does anyone hate Suki a much as I do?! I wasn't going to mention this before as I didn't think it was important ... Oooh but it bloody is now!! Earlier on in the episode, Stacey was still trying to make amends with her Mum, as she was - Suki was being a nosy neighbour overhearing their conversation, she basically starts to insult Jean and Stacey, only for then in brilliant Stacey-style, she stands up for her family and throws in the insults about Jags being done for GBH! As Suki walks off, Stacey warns her not to mess with the Slaters! BUT later on, as Kush and Jean are minding their own business in their house, Suki lets herself in, much to their shock. Kush and Jean both ask Suki politely to leave, but Suki makes it business by stating that she did knock but there was no answer so she used her keys ...... I don't believe there was a knock was there? I didn't hear one! I believe she let herself in! ... Anyway she decides to drop the big bombshell onto them that she's going to be raising their rent because of having new people in the house! Jean begins to think it's because of what Stacey said to Suki earlier, but she shrugs it off as if she doesn't care, she even nastily insults Daniel in front of Jean as Kush enquires about the money Daniel paid their rent with before he sadly passed. As she leaves, she has a smug grin on her face!!! Ooooh I hate her so much!!!

Meanwhile, back at Whitney's trail, everything is all a-go! The jury are in place and everyone is listening to what the judge has to say. As he describing everything that happened on the night Leo died, Gray is seen listening to every word and - in a way - it looks and sounds as if he's the one on trial. If you understand what I mean? I don't know whether you lot noticed, but they've made Leo's death sound very accurate to Chantelle's death also. How someone was left to bleed to death as the other person went out. It could be as if Gray was the one on trial! As Gray is listening to these words he shouts out from the bay "No! It wasn't like that!" - Sonia and Whitney look at him in shock of his outburst, Sonia tells him to keep quiet, Whitney looks afraid for her life, could he be jeopardising her trail with his outbursts? As he sits back down he whispers "This is a farce!"

Back at the Vic, everyone has come back from Chantelle's funeral. Karen is at the bar looking at Chantelle's picture on the service card. As Billy is buying a round of drinks, Karen informs him that Mitch has gone to have a bit of time to himself, which has just happened to be half an hour! She's longing for all of her family to be together - just for one day! As then that Tiffany approaches with the news that Gray is at Whitney's trail, Karen is disbelief at first and tells her that she must be mistaken, it's only then that she confirms that it was Sonia who told her, and the fact that Gray is sat right next to her in court. Karen can't believe her ears, she upset that the children weren't there to say Goodbye, and now she's learned even her husband wasn't there! .... As much as I find this scene heart-breaking to watch for Karen's sake, three things have crossed my mind ... 1) Why didn't we see more of a funeral for Chantelle? She was a brilliant part of the soap and her story was so important, I felt like we should've seen more of a service for her! ... 2) Surely they must've noticed that Gray wasn't at the funeral? I mean, how could they have not noticed? I feel that could've be re-written as Karen being at the bar already in devastation and anger at her Son-In-Law not being at his wife's funeral? ... and 3) Isn't it funny how it just so happens to be Whitney's funeral the day of Chantelle's funeral? Easy escape for Gray to make really wasn't it?! ... I don't know, what do you guys think?!

Anyway, at the Prince Albert, Ash has returned from seeing Jags. Iqra joins her girlfriend for support. But their meeting is interrupted by Habiba, bless her - she's all smiles and hoping to hear news from Ash that her boyfriend is going to be released. Ash sadly gives her the news that Jags has confessed to the attack on Martin and the police have evidence. Habiba is saddened to hear this news, she insists it's all lies - of course Ash is aware of this but she can't let Habiba know the truth. She leaves the bar in distress and Ash insists Iqra goes after her sister.

Back on the Square, Frankie tries to catch up with Mick. She asks whether she's going to get time to speak to him. Of course Mick is on edge right now, he informs her he's just been to a funeral. She tries her best one last time to get through to him, she's his daughter and he needs to make the effort to spend time with her and get to know her, she's his child whether he likes it or not! As she walks away, we can he feels deeply sorry for the way he spoke to her, suddenly Max appears - definitely the last person Mick wants to see right now. He wastes no time and instructs Max to stay away from him and his wife, informing him that Linda has told him about their kiss. Max's attempt of an apology is to say he was drunk - but Mick isn't having any of it, he raises a glass bottle to Max in a threatening manner, warning him to stay away and calling him a predator! In frustration he flings the glass bottle in the other direction and it smashes against the Queen Vic wall and he walks away taking deep breaths.  

The last scene of this episode, we finish at Whitney's trial, the jury - seen by video links - are listening to judge explaining that Leo had been called a terrifying stalker, how he'd threated Whitney and made her life a misery -  but Whitney has confessed to the killing, and if it was such an accident, why didn't she call the emergency services? But once again, as the judge explains this to the jury, Gray can't keep it together and continues to shout out to the court, stating that they don't care about the facts and that if Whitney had the chance she'd do it again! As Gray is escorted out of the room, Whitney begs him to stop, but he continues to shout out as he leaves the room. Both Whitney and Sonia are left in absolute shock! Has he made things far more worse for Whitney?

Once again, I apologise for the lateness of this post! I'll be back tomorrow following tonight's episode! Thanks again everyone! I hope you all have a brilliant weekend! xXx

#eastenders #grayatkins #whitneydean #chantelleatkins #karentaylor #mitchbaker #mickcarter #lindacarter #maxbranning #frankielewis #suki panesar #jags panesar #ashpanesar #habibaahmed #jeanslater #staceyslater #kushkazemi #kheerat panesar #tiffanybutcher #philmitchell #ellienixon