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surrealsunday · 2 years

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Ok, Jamie! Since I REALLY love your (long-ass 😂) analysis I need to ask you this question I have just seen asked elsewhere: When do you think Kinn and Porsche fell in love with each other? Like do you feel there was an aha-moment for them when they suddenly realized?

Babe! I love this question so much (and I love you for loving my rambling also 😌❤️). Perfectly enough, this was something I'd been thinking about over the last week (as I’ve been waiting very impatiently for the next ep).

Editing this before I post to say that after I had finished writing my response I was scrolling before editing and posting this answer (because yes I am an editing freak and do edit my answers too) and I saw @daltoneering was just discussing this and it's such an awesome analysis and they had very similar thoughts so I am going to link that HERE and highly recommend you check that out as well (if you haven't already) because there can never be enough chatter about this topic imo.

Ok so I'm gonna break this down in two ways because I think there is a two-part falling in love process for Kinn and Porsche. The first part is actually falling in love (like a trip and flat first into the pavement sort of fall... for Porsche anyways. Kinn was maybe a stumble, catching himself, then letting himself fall), the second part is actually recognizing they're in love... and I might throw in a third of full on accepting they're in love. We'll see as I go (this is gonna get so hella long I already know...😬😂). Gonna include screencaps - wish I could do gifs but I am a talentless bastard - and we need visuals as we go 😌.

So let's begin with Kinn because as I mentioned in my post HERE this absolute beautiful mess of a mafia man fell first. And as I discussed, Kinn’s fall was a softer fall. He was aware of his feelings pretty early on (from being intrigued by Porsche, to being attracted to him, to genuinely liking him, getting to know him even better, and falling in love with him). So you’d think the whole being in love/ recognizing he’s in love would go hand-in-hand for him. But of course it’s not that easy because there are so many others meddling in the process (namely of course, his father). And that meddling means Kinn pretty actively rejecting how he feels (so maybe his brain and heart know but he’s very firmly telling them both to fuck off). I think it could easily be argued that Kinn is in love by ep 4 - especially the end. But I would actually argue something that might seem a bit contrary. I think he’s in love in ep 5 - which is actually when he’s very actively fighting that reality and rejecting it as best as he can. I think having sex with Porsche in ep 4 opens the floodgates. The only other time he really let himself go prior to this and let himself feel and go for what he wants with Porsche is the pier kiss. Kinn realizing Porsche remembers that kiss is the gateway (it’s the oh moment- italics essential 😌). I think it’s obvious a flood of emotion comes with them being together that night - for both Kinn and Porsche. Not just because it happened but because of how it happened (and Porsche’s understandable reaction and conflicted emotions after the fact).

And honestly it feels pretty fucking on brand for the violent and morally bankrupt world of the mafia, and for Kinn’s own life of control (both being controlled and doing the controlling), that he’s properly in love with Porsche at the exact moment he’s trying to hurt him and push him away.

This moment. Man... this moment.

It’s not that I think I’m 100% right (I honestly think you could argue so many moments because these men be a mess for one another) but it’s a moment I come back to. He’s in love here. He’s in love here which is how and why he hits so low. He’s in love and he’s jealous and he doesn’t know what the fuck to do about how he feels - the way Porsche makes him feel - and he can barely keep it together long enough to hit Porsche where it hurts but he manages it. That moment when he closes his eyes and breathes Porsche in? In the context of the scene it feels like part of the play (a ‘yes there’s intimacy between us and it means nothing’ move)... but it was a gamble and he nearly lost. I don’t think it’s any surprise he books it from Porsche without waiting even one more second after delivering his ‘I’m replacing you’ rejection. The man was trying (and it certainly worked as he intended it to in hurting Porsche) but he was also hella struggling (and this is clear in the little time it takes before he’s seeking out Porsche and then following Porsche home).

But accepting he’s in love? It’s that penultimate ep of course. Episode 6. Our baby. I’ll keep coming back to it which is no surprise. Kinn’s knowing he’s in love and accepting it (being at peace with it really) is one and the same this ep. I am tempted (and think you can argue) it’s the fireside chat. The moment Porsche is talking about opening a bar and his ‘menu of the day’ and Kinn smiles as looks at him and you can tell he’s thinking, ‘Fuck, I like him so much’.

As much as I love that entire scene however, I’m talking being in love/ being at peace with it, so I’m going for the moment Porsche falls asleep on him. God... that moment.

Has Kinn ever felt this kind of peace before? To go from his immediate instinct being to reach for a gun when startled in his sleep, to serenely turning into Porsche and just... smiling... nuzzling him... being so fucking happy and so fucking in love. Kill me right here on the spot. This is the moment (for me at least) that everything is just there for Kinn... the love, the peace and happiness Porsche brings him, and that surety that he will do anything for Porsche (including giving his life... an instinct he’s had from the beginning, but one he’s very consciously aware of now).

Ok... but before I write a whole damn thesis. Let’s move onto Porsche. The chaotic little shit that he is 😌.

Porsche falls in love in ep 6. No surprise answer there. I think he has very deep and very complicated feelings for Kinn prior to this episode. He’s been seeking out an acknowledgment of feeling from Kinn since he remembered the pier kiss. There is absolutely something there - attraction of course - but more too. And that is obvious in the eps that come before this one. It’s clear in how he gravitates to Kinn... pause here for a moment, for this iconic shot in ep 3 that happens in the blink of an eye but was the most coupley shit I had ever seen...

PLEASE.

Anyways... it’s very clear in the way Porsche seeks Kinn out, in the way he wants Kinn to himself, in the way he responds to every overture from Kinn, and on and on, that Porsche was well on his way to falling in love but it would have taken a hell of a lot longer if he hadn’t gotten that look at unfiltered, raw and real Kinn in ep 6. I can’t blame Porsche at all here... Kinn was so fucking charming in this ep. Still Kinn. Still infuriating and stubborn (but much like Kinn loves every annoying bratty aspect of Porsche’s personality, Porsche 100% loves the stubborn, cocky qualities in Kinn too), but also so sweet, so guileless, so funny, and so honest. It’s truly no wonder that this is when Porsche falls face-first - smack - right into love.

There are a couple significant moments for sure. Like when he’s teaching Kinn to fish you can for sure see Porsche thinking, ‘Shit... he is cute as hell’...

But I would say the moment Porsche is in love is the fire scene. Yes the end of the ep is significant, and we’ll get there, but the fire scene is when I see Porsche being in love, if not totally aware of it yet.

The bonding... Kinn wanting to know about Porsche’s dreams... sharing his own... the dorky singing... and then opening up about his private thoughts about his family... it’s the sort of emotional honesty Porsche constantly seeks out from Kinn. It might not be about their feelings for one another, but it’s the kind of emotional intimacy that I think is everything Porsche wants from Kinn. And in this moment he’s in love.

This following moment however...

There’s your moment of knowing it. It’s the situation that forces that acknowledgement from him. He thinks he’s leaving Kinn... and leaving Kinn because of an utterly selfless act on Kinn’s part. An act rooted in his love for Porsche. So it’s in this moment that Porsche decides, “Fuck, I’m leaving and I need him to know this... just this once.” It’s not said in words but it is in action. They’re both aware that this was an acknowledgement of mutual feeling on both their parts - even if they were never going to say ‘love’ out loud at this moment (this isn’t full acceptance for Porsche... that comes later... this is simply knowing for the first time and in a context fraught with heightened emotion).

The acceptance from Porsche? By which I mean, knowing and being at peace with being in love? This moment right here...

Once again, this is a moment fraught with emotion. Neither of them know if Porsche is going to be ok and there’s a very real chance he won’t be. They both know that. He needed Kinn that night and then... Kinn was there. Kinn was there and they flirted like dumbasses, and then... that emotional honesty again. Words aren’t needed. It’s clear how desperate Kinn is to not lose Porsche. And he shares that with Porsche through his gestures and through his touch. And I really think it’s at this moment Porsche (who through the beginning of this ep is clearly confused and unsure of where he stands with Kinn and exactly how to behave) is utterly at peace with being in love - and he’s deeply, deeply in love here. They both are. It’s an odd moment to find that kind of peace when it’s on the cusp of potential loss, but it makes sense too. Their relationship is framed by constant fears of loss and being taken from one another in one way or another, but at this moment they’re together and they’re in love and Porsche is aware and totally accepting of that fact.

Ok... I think I will end the essay there. I am so deep in my feels right now... my god 😂. Thanks for giving me the excuse to ramble, sweets 😊. As you can probably tell, I greatly enjoyed. I hope you did too ❤️❤️❤️!

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta

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minecraft-java · 1 year

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r&m s6e10 spoilers

ofc he was a robot it was way too perfect and unreal of him to be suddenly 22% nicer or whatever RAGHHGHGGHAGHGgge hsghr

the season 6 finale is literally making me go insane like fuck you mean rick was in his whatever-floored basement searching for rick prime (i like that we're actually calling him "rick prime" in the show) after ep8 it made me so upset idk

but also like, we KNOW hes going through recovery with all of that therapy stuff from earlier eps and like this is him i guess, regressing? going to old bad habits, which is realistic and i like that. that feels real.

agh man, i need morty to just idk, break down for once but like actually. like i need him to talk about his feelings more. fuck it he can go feral i don't care he deserves it my boy my junebug waaah

anyway, all i know is that i cant fucking wait for next episodes/season 7 i am impatient.

oh yeah also rickbot was epic i love him

#rick and morty #rick and morty spoilers #bahabhabh dont talk to me or ill explode (actually do #fuuuck meeeeee this show #dont expect my posts to be thoughtful i dont do media analysts because i don't know how to #i am just putting whatever is in my brain onto tumblr posts

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colinrobinsonn · 3 years

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ahhh I never write fics but here’s nandor x guillermo after this week’s ep 🥺

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Guillermo sat on the front steps of the house after driving back from dropping off the Baron, the Sire, and the hellhound at their new home in New Jersey. It had been a long, long night and he should really be heading to bed but he just needed a few moments of quiet.

The night air was sharp and the dark sky had only a few clouds overhead. Today had been successful, yes, but also very scary. He wasn’t thinking about facing the Sire, or the Baron again (although it had terrified him). No, he could not let go of the horrible feeling he’d been having all day that he may lose his entire family.

He heard the front door open quietly and he turned round to see Nandor coming out the door and walk towards him.

“Ah, Guillermo, there you are. What are you doing out here? It’s fucking freezing.”

“Just taking a minute.”

Nandor came and sat next to Guillermo on the same top step, looking out onto the street and then up at the sky as Guillermo was. It was quiet for a few moments between them, then Guillermo turned to Nandor, “Was there something you wanted, Master? You were looking for me?”

Nandor didn’t turn to look at him as he said, “Oh, nothing…”

“Okay…” Guillermo let the silence linger on.

“It’s just-“ Nandor began before he noticed Guillermo shiver. He was only wearing his shirt and waistcoat and the sun was, obviously and fortunately for Nandor, yet to come up. “You’re cold.”

Guillermo put his arms around himself, “Yeah, I guess it’s a little chilly.”

“Why don’t you go back inside?”

Guillermo shrugs, not being able to explain why he wants to be outside right now. Maybe he’s enjoying sitting here peacefully with Nandor under the night sky too much. Maybe he needs to clear his head. “But your fragile human body is going to freeze to ice. You don’t want to be made into an ice chip do you, Guillermo?”

“What? I’m not going to-“ he shakes his head, huffing quietly from Nandor’s ridiculousness, “I’m fine.”

Nandor stares at him, fangs bared, like he doesn’t believe him, like he really will turn into an ice chip in a few moments. “Eesh, fine. Here,” he says as he unclasps his black cape and drapes it delicately over Guillermo’s shoulders, and then quickly turns back to look at the sky.

Guillermo froze - not into an ice chip - but out of surprise, slight nervousness, and an uncertainty about how to react to Nandor’s… kindness. “Thank you, Nandor,” he went with, looking up at his strong profile.

“You are welcome, you will not freeze now and I will not have to defrost you and ruin my precious Persian rugs,” he replied matter-of-factly, nodding his head and putting his hands straight out on his knees.

Guillermo grabbed the cape and brought it round his body to wrap up in. The material was very warm and as he brought it up towards his chin he became very aware of being surrounded by Nandor’s very distinct and familiar scent: of oils and incense and musk, of history and comfort and home.

Nandor looked at his bodyguard and felt his dead heart constrict. The sight of Guillermo snuggled into his cape with a content smile on his face challenged Nandor. It challenged him to give in. To give in to feelings of softness towards Guillermo which he mostly did not allow himself to give into, and was always weary of whenever he was around him. Or saw him. Or thought about him. For Nandor, it was Him, for he had become everything. Everything he believed in, everything he fought for, and everything he smiled for. It is suffice to say, he did not win the challenge, but it felt good to lose.

“Guillermo-“, he took a quick breath in and held it, “I came to say that I am sorry for what happened today.”

“Huh? But we did it, we-“

“Just-“ Nandor put his hand up to tell Guillermo to let him finish.

“I am sorry for how you were treated today and if that hurt your feelings. I mean, it should hurt your feelings but I don’t know if you always let it.”

“Mas- Nandor, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Guillermo said. Nandor could literally be talking of about twenty different points today where his feelings could have been “hurt”.

“You know what I am talking about,” Nandor growled, impatient. He shot up off the steps and paced in front of Guillermo. Did he want to make him feel even more ashamed? He guessed he deserved it. He calmed his voice, “I am talking about the time when I allowed for you to be used as bait for the Sire.”

“Oh.” Guillermo breathed out, looking up at Nandor who had stopped his pacing now and was looking at Guillermo. There was a small silence, and then Guillermo also stood up and walked down the steps towards Nandor, cape still round him and falling far below onto the floor.

As he stood in front of Nandor, Nandor could not stand how adorable he looked wearing his cape, oversized on him. It made him feel… protective and proud.

Nandor was too caught up in his thoughts so Guillermo spoke first, “That’s my job, right? To protect you?”

“Yes, I suppose it is…” Nandor said quietly, unsure as Guillermo approached him further.

“But I would have done it anyway. I always would have.” It’s true, he went the extra mile whilst he was his familiar and even before he didn’t know of his bloodline.

Nandor did not know what to say to that. So instead he focused on how the cape was falling off of one of Guillermo’s shoulders. Without thinking, he raised his arm and pulled the material back up and around his shoulder.

He did this with such care and without agenda that it made Guillermo choke up slightly. He felt tingly all in his chest and willed himself to hold on. To not fall too far tonight, as he did so many nights, especially since Meg’s comments at Massive Fitness. As much as he was committed to Nandor, he could never let himself believe that Nandor felt the same.

The small act felt unnaturally natural for Nandor. When he fully comprehended what he was doing, he did not have the instinct to jump back and push Guillermo away, to tell him to get out of his way. Instead, the act made his next words come much easier.

“Guillermo… it should be my job to protect you. You came into my life, and it is a dangerous one. I have… taken too much from you, and you should not be willing for me to take your life.”

The double meaning was there. Yes, he was talking about what happened today, but Guillermo could not help but apply Nandor’s words to his own vampiric dream.

“No.” Guillermo could not, would not, keep going on like this. “It’s not that you have taken too much from me, Nandor,” he said with conviction, “it’s that you haven’t given me enough.”

“Guillermo…-“

“I’d die for you,” Guillermo said bluntly and laughed, “you know that? I would actually die for you. Not become undead, not become a vampire, I would die.”

Nandor looked away from him and took a step back, “Do not speak this way, Guillermo.”

“And I’m fine with that, I am,” he continued, “you’re not taking anything away from me, I’m giving it to you, because I want to. Because that’s how I feel.” Guillermo felt breathless from the outburst and he was slightly shaking, not just from nerves, but because the cape had unwound itself from his middle and only lay across his shoulders again. He shook his head slightly; tonight of all nights he was going to go there. “How do you feel, Nandor?”

“I-“ Nandor was stunned and his brain was working overtime to keep up with his little ex-familiar.

In all of his anxious tension, Nandor’s hesitance was too much. Guillermo huffed and span round to go back inside.

Nandor’s chest clenched and his heart fell, he couldn’t stand the sight of Guillermo walking away from him anymore. “Wait-“ he said as he grabbed Guillermo’s hand and gently pulled him back round to face him. The cape fell off his back.

Guillermo looked up at him, small tears in his eyes as he waited with little hope. His optimistic heart started again, however, when Nandor brought his hand up and drew his fingers through the front of Guillermo’s hair, sweeping it gently to the side and pushing small strands behind his ear. Guillermo’s heart was beating so hard he was sure Nandor could hear it, feel it even. His hand landed delicately on Guillermo’s cheek, like he was touching something precious, and he leaned in.

As their lips touched tears ran down Guillermo’s cheek which Nandor smoothly wiped away with the pads of his thumbs, as he brought his other hand to Guillermo’s other cheek. Guillermo was once again encased by Nandor, except this was the real thing and infinitely better. Guillermo’s hand found its way to Nandor’s neck, his fingertips pushing their way into his hair.

The kiss was gentle and undemanding; a shy but loving meeting with someone you have loved for years. Nandor pulled away but only slightly, so their foreheads rested against each other’s. Their eyes were both closed as they breathed unevenly with each other.

“Guillermo, I would die a thousand times over for you to have one more minute alive.”

Guillermo, teary, giggled dizzily and with relief at the vampire’s words and opened his eyes to find Nandor’s still closed.

“Hey,” Guillermo said as he leaned away and gently urged Nandor to open his eyes by putting his hand under his chin, “so… we’ll protect each other, right?”

Nandor had opened his eyes and was looking down at Guillermo who wore a bright, understanding smile on his face. His cheeks were quite pink and so Nandor leaned down to pick up the fallen cape and pull it back around the smaller man. He held on to Guillermo’s hand, brought it to his lips and kissed the top of it, where the knuckles lay. “Always.”

#im so embarrassed hahah #goodbye #nandor x Guillermo #nandermo #what we do in the shadows #nandermo fic #wwdits #mypost

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bobathirstaccount · 2 years

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Fireside F**k

Boba x fem!reader, fluff and smut, developing relationship, short-ish drabble

Just watched ep 2!!!! No spoilers but I am excited for ep 3 already… 🧋🤎🤎

Translations (Mando’a)

mesh’la - beautiful

cyar’ika - sweetheart

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You smiled as Boba cozied up next to you. He had a bit of trouble getting the hang of PDA, but now he was nearly a natural at it. He sighed quietly, letting the weight of his body settle against yours. The fire crackled, casting warm light over you. Bo-Katan shot you a nasty look over the flames. She was still angry about your earlier argument about Boba. All you wanted her to do was stop being derogatory, but her attitude had reared its head. Not one to back down, you had escalated until Din had come to see what the yelling was about. You felt your pulse quicken at the memory, but forced yourself to focus on the present, on Boba’s solid body and the drink he was passing you.

You took the Spotchka and sipped a bit. Passing it to Fennec, you turned your head slightly and rested it against Boba’s sturdy shoulder. His hand found your knee and squeezed slightly. “Where are you sleeping tonight?” He murmured, low. Delighted at his question, you tried to answer nonchalantly, “With my lover.” He hummed and squeezed your knee again, then engaged Fennec in conversation. You closed your eyes and sleepily listened to the fire and the rise and fall of their voices.

A hand brushed against your cheek lightly, waking you. Your eyes fluttered open. Boba was looking at you. You straightened up, a crick in your neck from sleeping on Boba’s shoulder.

“Night, you two,” Fennec slid past and made her way up Slave 1’s ramp. You returned her salutation, then looked across the flames. No Bo. You snuggled into Boba contentedly, the last two by the dying fire. “Shouldn’t we go in, mesh’la?”

You shrugged, feeling lazy. Boba squeezed your knee again. “Or we could… you know…” he lowered his voice to almost whispering. Smiling, you played dumb, “We could… what?”

His hand left your knee, dragging up your thigh. “I could just show you…”

You sat up and shrugged yourself out of your cardigan. “Show me what?” Your tone was innocent. His eyes dark, he pulled at your tee shirt lightly. “This too.” You compiled, “How come?”

He smiled wickedly and ran a finger down your sternum, stopping between your breasts. “Well, ‘cause I wanna see your tits…” He pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him. You felt his erection and ground down into him, making him groan softly. Boba’s hands deftly undid your bra, and he tossed it away almost impatiently. Leaning into him, you rubbed your tits in his face. He smiled and bit at you playfully. His hands went to the small of your back, then slid around to grip your waist. You leaned down and kissed him lightly.

“What, is that all I get?” His hands massaged your sides affectionately. Smirking, you kissed him again, harder. He leaned into you, pulling you further against himself as the kiss finished. He turned and laid you down in the sand, then settled his weight on you. You could feel his hard cock poking at your pussy through your clothing. Sighing, you pulled at his pants wantonly. He lifted his hips and you tugged them down just far enough to pull him out. Next, you worked at your own clothing, pulling your skirt up and out of the way. You ground your wet panties into him.

“Hmmm, don’t stop,” he bit your throat lightly, looking down at you. You tightened your legs around him, continuing to grind on his cock. “So ready for me, hmm?” He bit your shoulder. Moaning, you rocked your hips against him, trying to get more friction. Kissing you, he moved one hand down and found your clit. He rubbed slow, delicious circles over it as he deepened the kiss. The fire in your pussy burned hotter. You bit his lip, “More.”

Needing no further in invitation, Boba moved his hand down and pulled your panties to the side. He drug his fingers through your soaked folds, “You’re gonna feel so good…” Your mind went blank in anticipation. He rubbed his cock into your wetness, finding your entrance. Slowly circling it, he pushed in ever so slightly. Your hips jerked and your heart pounded as he continued to push into you. He paused when he was fully inside of you, causing you to rock your hips again. “So impatient, my cyar’ika,” he murmured, beginning to thrust.

You closed your eyes as he buried his face in your throat and fucked into you. “How’d I get so lucky to be able to fuck you?” His breath was hot on your skin. Wrapping his arms around you, he sat up, pulling you with him. He grabbed your hips and lifted them, sliding your pussy up his cock. He then slammed you down onto his shaft. Crazed, you added to the forcefulness as he repeated the action. Kissing him sloppily, you rode him hard as his hands roamed your body.

You realized you were whimpering as his shaft split you open. The fire in your pussy threatened to spill over. His hands went to your ass and he slid you up and down his cock again at an agonizing pace. Gripping his shoulders, you came hard, collapsing over into his embrace. You rocked your hips against him as your pussy clamped down on his cock. Groaning your name, he came as he pulled you to himself. “Cyar’ika you feel so good,” he murmured, out of breath.

Snuggling into him, you rested your head on his. He rubbed your back with a hand. The fire had died, but the desert was still warm. You felt sleepy. “Carry me inside?” He laughed softly, “Of course, mesh’la. But let’s stay like this for a moment.” You sighed your agreement and the two of you sat out under the stars, enveloped in each other.

#boba x you #boba fett x you #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba smut #boba fett smut

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anniesardors · 2 years

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Ok, i swear all my neighbors hear me screaming at my tv.

I HATE THAT TO BE CONTINUED SCREEN WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.

so many thing i need to say about this ep so here is the list

1. voight hiding the truth from anna was just stupid and cruel especially after what she had to go through. and when escano told her she started having a panic attack and breaking down like bro this is bad for you now cause she’s pissed at you.(i.e. the promo pic for next week)

2. the upstead banter at the beginning was good and happy and that is what i am thinking about for the next week.

3. *deep breath* JAY CALLING FOR HAILEY BROKE MY HEART UGH! AND HER NOT MOVING. I AM ALREADY IMPATIENT FOR NEXT WEEK.

4. now this is a question. do you think escano knows anna is an informant or does he think she is still with him? and to follow that, do you think there were ever drugs on that truck or was it all a set up for something?

ok i’m gonna go cry in the corner of my room now, bye 💙

I also audibly screamed with that ending. It was insanity. 1. I hate that he hid the truth from her. I understand why he did it for the case, but also it was obvious that at some point, it was going to come out what Escano did and it would have been better for her to know before hand. Her not knowing only made it worse for her and now she is spiraling even more. I feel so bad for poor Anna and just want things to work out for her

2. The upstead banter was next level. I have missed their flirty banter so much

3. His worried scream BROKE me. I have a feeling that first scene in 9x22 with him all worried about her is going to ruin me too

4. I feel like at this point, he has to know. Escano is smart and I feel like he is playing Anna and Voight. The whole team is in danger in different ways and that can't be a coincidence

Oh I need it to be Wednesday NOW

#annie answers 🖤#chicago pd spoilers #upstead

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angstsfordays · 3 years

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Beautiful Pain (7)

Chapter Seven- Gone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-Blip world.

Chapter synopsis: In your pursuit of Karli and her group, unexpected revelations come to light. Lines are now crossed and that there is no turning back.

Warnings: Violence. Angst. A bit of language. Maybe a tear-inducing moment?

Word count: 5k

Notes: In celebration of the last ep, today is a double release! 🥳 We are already at the 7th chapter of this series. It also has covered one of the most climactic episodes of the TFATWS series and wow, I can't believe we are here! 😱

I have yet to see the last episode but I have plans to do it tonight. I thought I could put it off until I finish writing for ep 5 but I couldn't wait. This would help me to plan the direction I want to come for the upcoming chapters. 😌 Hope y’all will stick to this series despite the show has ended. 😅

Please let me know what you think of the series so far! 🥰🙏🏼

The tag list is still open! Let me know if you want to join with a message or comment in the chapters!

Next: Chapter Eight

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With Zemo’s inside information, all of you were heading to Donya’s ceremony in hopes to find Karli. You weren’t sure what to do knowing that you had secured a possible chance with Dovich to talk to Karli.

Grabbing your blazer, you made the move to join your group when you were greeted by the sight of John and Lemar walking towards you all.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to pull this shit.” John thought it fit to lecture your group. You were walking beside Sam when you heard Bucky sarcastically questioning John on how he managed to locate your group.

All of your annoyance grew as John decided he doesn’t want to miss out on the action given his new status and hence, responsibility as- urgh you don’t even want to say call him that title in your head.

“Come on, man. You don’t think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing too much attention?” Lemar responded in kind.

John in all his fear of missing out started to question why you all had broken Zemo out of prison. Bucky patronizingly mentioned that Zemo broke himself out technically but John grew more irritated at not being taken seriously.

John’s higher than thou self was drawing attention with his loud talk and Sam had to cut him off. Zemo explained that he knew of Karli’s location and indicated continuing on his tracks before being stopped by John.

Sam went on ahead to explain that Karli would most likely be at Donya’s memorial and interception would take place there. Lemar noted the risks of casualties give n that civilians would be present.

John seeming pleased with the information started talking of a plan to take Karli in by surprise. This plan of ambush didn’t sit well with Sam and he proposed to talk to her alone. John refused, saying he didn’t want the possibility of losing Karli again.

Sam countered back that it was the best timing to reason with her, as she was now feeling vulnerable with someone dear to her loss. John vehemently rebuffed Sam’s proposal and claimed that reasoning with Karli was not an option, given that she had bombed a building with people in it.

Lemar, who you observed to be more level-headed than John ever would be chimed in that Sam could be attacked without any backup.

“And if I go in hot and the ops go wrong, more people will die,” Sam stated firmly.

“Sam is right.” Everyone turned to you and you continued to speak. “Look-” You shook in disbelief as you were about to break the promise you had with Dovich but you knew the situation called for it.

“I met with one of Karli’s guys.” All of the men were stunned at your revelation and you could see the betrayal on Bucky’s face more so than the rest.

“When was this?” He spoke up first as he looked on at you in disappointment.

“When we were out fishing for information on Donya, I miraculously spotted him on the streets and followed him. We talked.”

“And you didn’t bring him in?!” John accused as if you had done something terribly wrong. Bucky turned to give John the stink eye before going back to you.

“Why would you keep this from us at all?” Bucky couldn’t believe that you would have kept this information from him of all of the people.

“I promised him, he was going to talk to Karli for me after the memorial. He was our best chance to persuade Karli rather than go in by ourselves. We might not even have a shot.” You defended your actions.

“And how was he so agreeable to your request?” Bucky asked disdainfully. You didn’t like his judgmental stare at you, like as if he couldn’t believe you managed this feat.

“I saved him before back when we all fought the Flag Smashers on the truck. I convinced him with sincerity, happy?” You snapped back at the brooding super-soldier. Sam witnessing the once again tense exchange between the two of you intervened and spoke.

“That’s good, Y/N. Well done.”

“He said that he would only have me speak to Karli but I think you should do it, Sam. I can do talk to him again once he contacts me. You are the best one of us to do it.” You knew of Sam’s experiencing with counselling soldiers dealing with trauma and knew that he would do a better job to talk to Karli.

Sam was encouraged at your support for him and pulled you into a side hug which you returned gladly to him too. Bucky grew irritated at how your relationship with him was continuing to sour and began to feel disheartened. John being the thorn in your side still did not relent in his opinion.

“Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super-soldier alone?” John continued to harp on the matter.

“He dealt with worse and he’s not my partner.” Bucky curtly answered.

“I trust Sam, he’s more capable than you think.” You chimed in. Bucky gave you a brief warm look as the two of you had put your differences aside for a moment to agree on Sam’s competency.

When Lemar asked John to give this plan a chance, you could see the latter wavering on his stance. It seemed his soft spot for his partner and friend worked. The men still thought it was better to go for the memorial straight as they were not sure if Dovich could hold up his end of the promise.

You showed hesitation but decided to give in, knowing that you were outnumbered. Zemo led the group to approach a little girl and you could see him giving some money to the girl in exchange for the revelation of Donya’s memorial.

You all were soon directed to an old building and the little girl pointed up to a stairway before going off. Sam gave you a nod before making his way first.

John took it upon himself to cuff Zemo before stopping Sam, informing him that he only had ten minutes with Karli. You had it with his bossy attitude and wanted to throw a punch in his face.

As the time passed in the room, it was silent. Everyone took a spot to wait but John was pacing up and down. Bucky positioned himself near the door while you took a spot opposite Lemar.

Your eyes glanced nervously to Bucky, suddenly feeling all weird and awkward. You never had this feeling in a long time. The only time you felt his way was when you had just started living with him as you two were on the run and in hiding.

The sudden comfort and ease you had with him seemed to vanish with your first fight as you would call it.

“Hey, uh-now it’s not really the time…” Your attention to Lemar who was now speaking at you directly. Giving a surprising look at his unexpected conversation starter, you listened intently.

“I really am a fan of yours.” Your mouth opened slightly in surprise at his revelation. Tilting your head to the side, you gave him a quizzical look.

“Just thought your powers are really cool. I was amazed to see them in action back in Germany.” You weren’t sure how to react but nodded shyly and thanked him. Bucky couldn’t believe what transgressed in front of him.

Peering over to see you with a bashful expression, he couldn’t help to grow irritated out of jealousy.

“Were you born with them?” Lemar inquired politely and you nodded in response. Lemar had another look of wonder before continuing to ask.

“That’s extraordinary.” You shrugged your shoulders as you didn’t know what to respond. Sure, you know your powers were to be envied but you didn’t think of yourself holier.

“It’s nothing to be envied. I find more respect for people who are able to do extraordinary things without such advantages.“ Your humility gained a deepened sense of admiration from Lemar. “Thank you for your service.” Throwing a smile in his way, yours grew wider as Lemar returned one your way.

Eyes looking over to John, you gave a slight brief nod before looking away. You also had to acknowledge his contributions but you didn’t like him as much so that was the best you could do.

Minutes passed again before John grew more impatient by the second.

“No no no, this is a bad idea.” He started whispering to himself as he shook his head fervently.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Bucky noted with a huff.

“Don’t patronize me.” You could see John getting fed up with Bucky. Walking towards the other end of the room from where Bucky was, John stood to look at the clock and you saw the determination in his eyes. “That’s it. I am going in.”

“Woah, back down mister. You’re being too rash.” Moving to the side to block his path, you held up a hand to stop him from moving.

“And you’re being too relaxed.” He seethed impatiently at your interception. As his hands laid on your shoulders to move you physically, Bucky immediately went to snatch his hand away.

You felt yourself being shifted backwards and towards Bucky before he took a step in front of you. Both men puffed up their chests in dominance and looked at each other with distaste.

“This is all really easy for you two, isn’t it?” John’s eyes moved to yours before landing back at Bucky. “All those serum and powers running through your veins…”

“Your partner needs backup in there. Are you really going to have Sam’s blood on your hands?” John enunciated each word of his last sentence strongly to pressure you.

In a matter of seconds, John looked at the opening Bucky gave when he came to protect you and went for it. He quickly made his way to where Sam and Karli were.

You saw the look of distraught and betrayal on Karli’s face before she lunged for John and knocked him and Sam over. She immediately made a run for it with Bucky hot on her trail. Helping Sam up, you two made your way to back Bucky up.

The big building was an unfamiliar maze and the three of you tried to find Karli’s location. Hearing the sounds of crashing and gunshots, you all tried your best to follow the sounds to the exact location.

When you arrived at the door, you opened it to see Zemo knocked out cold on the floor. John was already at the scene and Lemar just joined a few moments later. The little pieces of glass with unknown blue residues confirmed your suspicions on what they were.

Oh god.

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“I deal with the power broker when the time comes,” Karli reassured the two men were worried about fighting two wars with both the power broker and Sam’s group.

“And I know a way we can deal with Sam without getting involved in a direct fight.” Karli intended. Nico and Dovich exchanged a brief look before Dovich asked how they were able to do so.

“We separate them. And then we kill Captain America.” Karli’s intentions didn’t sit well with Nico but he maintained a neutral expression. Dovich sat on the thought for a moment and remembered about you

“Hey look, Sam’s group is an odd mix but I don’t think they mean any harm. Except for Zemo, of course.”

With furrowed brows, Karli indicated for Dovich to explain himself. Dovich decided to speak about the earlier encounter he had with the Avenger.

“I talked with Y/N prior and she promised that she didn’t want any bloodshed.” Karli scoffed at her friend’s words and shook her head in disbelief. How was Dovich so trustful of you?

“That’s what Sam said too. But guess how it turned out.” She retorted with her own example to show how your group couldn’t be trusted.

“She’s not like that. I believe her, she can be trusted.” Dovich insisted. Karli and Nico were curious as to why was their friend was pushing for you.

“What’s gotten into you, Dovich? Why are you defending her?”

“Karli, she saved my life back in Germany. Her actions then spoke louder given she only met us for the first time.”

“She’s still loyal to her group. She’s loyal to the Avengers.” Karli continued to put down Dovich’s vouch for you. He then decided to change his tactics.

“I think she can be convinced to join our group. Imagine if she stood on our side, we would be unstoppable.” Karli looked up in interest as she considered the possibility of you fighting for their cause. Indeed, with your powers, the Flag Smashers would become a force to be reckoned with.

“That’s impossible.” Karli tried to reason with the fact that you were still with the enemy and you wouldn’t be turned so easily. She knew of your history and how you were loyal to a fault for Bucky Barnes. Would you so easily leave your friends to join them?

“She empathises with our cause. She said so herself.” Dovich added in finality, hoping that Karli could be convinced.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

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Your head was spinning from earlier events and you came back to the common room once you had a quick shut-eye upstairs. You could hear Bucky and Sam bantering about the same old topic on Steve’s shield.

You also heard Bucky’s comments about Walker and shook your head in disbelief at how inherently frustrating the man was. What could have been a successful peace talk with Karli was ruined by his brashness to display his authority.

The door burst open behind you and you looked over to see John coming in with Lemar, demanding for all of you to turn Zemo in. Sam took charge of the situation and put John in his place, stating he had been nothing but a thwart in your plans.

John being the arrogant pick he was tried to size up Sam, mocking him by saying he could put down the shield to make it fair for the both of them. You were fuming with the blatant disrespect that John was showing.

Before you could take another step, a familiar spear swooped in and lodged itself in the pillar near John. The familiar sounds of metal clanging let you know who was arriving and you saw familiar Dora Milajae members walking into the room.

Understanding the Wakandan words that were being spoken, you knew the Dora Milajae were here for Zemo.

John being the arrogant prick that he was, was proud to introduce himself as Captain America. An awkward silence ensued when they didn’t return a response. Sam tried to help John out by advising him that he should be careful to step on the Dora Milajae’s toes.

Ignoring Sam’s words, John went on to tell the Dora Milajae that they had no jurisdictions it had little effect when Ayo refuted his claims. Seeing John scoff before taking a step towards Ayo to place his hand on her shoulder, you immediately winced once Ayo swiftly knocked John down in three moves.

The scene in front of you unfolded quickly as John were quick to fight against the Dora Milajae and Lemar even stepped in to help his partner out. Seeing how the two men were hopelessly struggling with the warriors caused you to cringe in embarrassment.

“We should do something,” Sam said as he had the same sentiments as you.

“Looking strong, John.” Bucky commentated sarcastically with his arms crossed as if he was fine with how things were.

“Bucky….” Sam said in a nagging tone, as if Bucky was a child who did not want to do his chores. You looked over to give him a nod to say that Bucky should indeed step in before John really gets pummelled.

“Ayo, let’s talk about this”. Bucky stepped forward to intervene. Looking to the side, you saw one of the Dora aiming to give Lemar a blow before Sam stepped in. She managed to knock Sam down onto the couch and you knew it was your chance to step up.

You refused to use your powers with the Doras so you held your hands up to negotiate with them.

“Spare him, please.” You pleaded on Lemar’s behalf. The Dora withheld her weapon as she looked over you, recognising you from your Wakandan days. She left you

A sound of metal dropping caught your attention as you saw Bucky’s arm falling limply on the ground. His astonished expression accompanied by pain at Ayo’s disarm of his arm also brought you a shock.

In the midst of the chaos, you found that Zemo had disappeared. Ayo went to open the bathroom door and checked the room. She stated that Zemo was gone.

Ayo stated that their business was finished here and they would take their leave first. You helped Lemar up before walking over to Bucky who picked up his vibranium arm in disbelief.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked and Bucky shook his head in response. You bit your lips as you weren’t sure what to say.

In an attempt to comfort him, you reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze. Bucky was glad that your previous enmity towards him seemed to be gone and your interactions seemed to be back to normal.

“They were not even super soldiers.” Hearing John’s dismay at his utter defeat, you almost felt bad for him. Sam gave him a once over as John stood up, acting he was fine before leaving with Lemar.

The three of you left couldn’t believe Zemo made his grand escape even with all of you in the room.

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The three of you were making your way out in search of Zemo until Sam received a call from his sister. Apparently, Karli called Sarah as a strong message to Sam. Karli threatened to involve Sam’s nephews if Sam didn’t do as she said.

Your head shook in disbelief, you believed Karli to be different. To hear that she was pulling such a tactic changed your initial opinion of her. Sam received a message to meet her alone but you and Bucky wouldn’t let him go in alone.

Once the three of you suited up, you all made your way to the location. Entering the open plaza in the building, Sam called for Karli and you saw her head popped into view. You all made your way to her level.

You let Sam approached her while Bucky and you put yourselves at the side. Sam called her out for trying to involve his family but Karli replied that she would never harm them. Her eyes moved to where you and Bucky stood, noting aloud that Sam didn’t come alone as intended.

Karli reiterated that she never wanted to hurt Sam and that he was just a tool in the regimes she vowed to destroy. Killing Sam would be meaningless to her.

“I was gonna ask you to join me. And maybe Y/N back there. Dovich has spoken highly of you.” Seeing your eyes widened in surprise at the offer, Karli smirked before continuing.

“You could do better than them. You would be welcomed and appreciated within our circle. I know of your loss, your grief with the rest of your original team gone. You can find purpose with us.” You stepped forward as if her words were drawing you in.

Sam and Bucky were at a sudden loss at your movement. They didn’t think you would even process Karli’s proposal and were curious to know what you were about to do.

“Karli, I resonate with your cause.” Your words took your friends by surprise. Were you really going to switch sides?

“But I don’t approve of what you did back at the depot. I thought better of you.” You expressed your stance on the matter. Karli scoffed before giving her reply. “Don’t give me that. I don’t need your approval.”

“Shedding blood is never an option for me.” You stood your ground firmly.

“Fine, I admit my mistake. If you join us, I will make sure there would not be lives cost.” Karli tried to coat her words in favour of you.

She knew that she would do whatever was necessary for her to achieve her goals and even if it were to pretend to pander to your moral values, she was willing to give it a try if it meant she could have you switch sides.

Seeing your conflicted dilemma, Karli egged on. “Is it because of him?” She nodded back to Bucky. You looked over your shoulder to see him equally You looked at her with a perplexed look before she smirked once more.

“I read up about you. You came into his defence when he was accused of a crime he didn’t commit. You revealed your powers publicly and that got you thrown into the raft. Ever since he has been pardoned, you had been with him all this time.” You didn’t know where Karli was going with this but her next sentence finally made you understood.

“This only means one thing. You like him, don’t you? He’s the one holding you back.”

“No! What are you talking about?” You spoke through gritted teeth at how she chose to play this out. How could she expose you like this? Your ears burned with embarrassment at the revelation that stunned both Sam and Bucky.

What was Karli implying exactly? Bucky looked over to see you visibly shaking in anger and he was taken aback by how Karli’s words affected you.

“Even now, I see the way you are looking at him. At how angry you are now? You mad that your secret crush is out in the open?” You looked up to see Karli’s smug face and you controlled your energy from bursting through your hands.

“Stop your bullshit. Don’t act like you know me!”

“Please, I am letting you know that he is not worth it. You would do so much better for yourself if you join our cause.” Karli retorted and you hated how she acted like she knew what was best for you when she barely knew her.

Sam always had an inkling that there could be more from your relationship with Bucky but he kept silent on the matter out of respect. He knew that it was best to leave you figuring things out on your own.

He recalled how he had caught you and Bucky in an intimate moment back in the club at Madripoor and figured you two were more than it seemed on a friendship level.

Seeing Karli use such an approach to almost taunting you in the context of persuasion didn’t sit well with him. His inner big brother wanted to come out to defend you.

Meanwhile, Bucky was appalled to learn of everything from your exchange with Karli. Was it possible that you had liked him all this while?

When he talked to you about Madripoor earlier, he remembered your pained expression when he tried to void what happened between the two of you.

Was it because you were hurt by his denial? He must have sounded like the world’s biggest jerk. If you really liked him, he would imagine you being heartbroken from what he had said.

“He is worth everything.” Your very statement made Bucky looked back up in shock. No way would he ever thought you would like him in that way. He thought you were just being the kind-hearted and empathetic person that you always are to follow a guy like him.

Quick flashbacks came to him as he realized that you had always been by his side from breaking free of HYDRA to being on the run, following the Avengers civil war, his time in Wakanda, the fight with Thanos, Steve's leaving, his pardon after the Blip and up to now.

It dawned upon Bucky that he had taken you for granted. If you were gone right now, he could only imagine that he would possibly go the deep end.

“He is the most important person in my life and you don’t get to talk about him like that when you don’t even know him.” You asserted with renewed confidence. You figured while this situation wasn't ideal, it was the moment you had to tell your truth.

Looking back, you met Bucky with a small smile.

Bucky’s heart soared at what you had just said. To be regarded as your most important person was the thing that he never knew he needed.

You knew that your words inadvertently had answered the pressing question on Bucky’s mind. Karli knew she had failed to get to you after the answer and decided to lose her shot with you.

You hear Sam picking up something on his comms, stating that it was Walker. Karli was alerted and decided to make a move first. Bucky immediately jumped off as soon as he saw Karli doing the same.

You lifted yourself off and saw Sam knocking Karli over before he turned to Bucky, telling him that he would send him the location. You didn’t have time to say anything to Bucky, he only gave you a look of understanding before you both knew that there were more pressing matters at hand.

Sam nodded to you before you did the same and you followed him as he took off.

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You sent a blast towards the glass ceiling before you and Sam landed in the building. A crash was heard next when you recognised Dovich to be the one that was crashing. You looked to see John walking into view and your mind scrambled to analyse what was going on.

Dovich went ahead to use a metal pipe against John, but John pushed back and even bent the pipe into half like a rubber hose.

“Oh shit,” Dovich uttered before John sent him flying to where you stood. As Dovich looked up at you, you eyed him to go and heard Sam speak up.

“What did you do?” John didn’t answer the question and informed that the Flag Smashers had Lemar. Growing a soft spot despite your brief interaction, your heart dropped when you realised that Lemar was in danger.

John went ahead first before Sam followed behind. You placed your hand on Sam’s arm to pause for a moment, looking at Sam anxiously.

“Sam, I think he took one of the serums.” He nodded grimly at your words, indicating that he shared the thought too.

The two of you followed John where you were all ambushed by a member of the Flag Smashers. All of you tried to fend yourselves and you soon see Bucky joining the scene.

You were met face to face with Dovich. You gave him a look that said you were reluctant but had no choice to fight him.

He took you on and you tried your best to avoid his quick moves. You shot multiple non-fatal blasts at him to knock him over. He was doing his best to keep up with the speed at which you were throwing your blasts.

In the next split second, you sent two direct blasts to his chest that knocked the wind out of his chest. The following moment, you heard a loud collision and you looked to see Lemar crashed against a stone pillar.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you realised what had just happened. Lemar’s head fell slightly as you saw him lost consciousness. John immediately walked over to his partner and repeatedly tap him to wake him up.

You swallowed heavily as seconds passed and Lemar had no reaction. John called Lemar’s name over and over to no avail. You see John looking back his shoulder and directing his line of sight on you.

“Do something!” He cried out to you. You were at a loss for words as you didn’t know what he wanted you to do. You looked over to see Sam and Bucky equally stunned at what had occurred.

“I read your file. You brought someone back to life before!” You knew what John was referring to but you didn’t know if it could even work.

“I can’t, my powers don’t work like that-” Your powers came from your life force so you were able to transfer it to someone to regain theirs. However, you only did it once and it was because someone was dying of hypothermia. It was a different situation from Lemar’s.

“Please! I’m begging you! He’s everything to me!” John’s desperate plea touched you, knowing that he had said similar words to what you had said before about Bucky. You understood his plight and made quick steps to where he was.

Everyone looked upon the scene as you crouched down to your knees. You gave John a wary look before you brought your hands to Lemar who was lying in John’s arms.

Summoning your energy into your palms, you placed them on Lemar’s chest as if you were using a defibrillator. You pumped several sets of energy into Lemar while John patted him for a reaction.

When Lemar still showed no signs of life, the look of defeat on John’s face broke your heart. Tears start welling in your eyes as you looked at Lemar’s lifeless body. You saw Karli and her group starting to make a run for it.

Sam and Bucky made a chase for her immediately. John handed Lemar over to you before he sprinted for the window in front of you.

You could see the look of vengeance on his face and knew it didn’t bode well. You gently laid Lemar on the ground before waving your hand with your energy flames and placed it on where his heart was.

Rest in peace.

Your energy flames dissipated into his uniform and you stood up to follow behind John. You managed to catch him chasing after one of the Flag Smashers ahead of you. He was throwing his shield with brute force to knock the guy on his feet. You saw how the man was pleading for his life, claiming that he was not the one who killed Lemar.

John placed a foot to hold the man who was flailing his arms desperately. In a blink of an eye, he brought down the very shield that was used to protect people onto the man.

“NOOOOOOO!” You cried out in an attempt for John to stop his actions but it was too late.

Your eyes widened in unbelievable shock at what just transpired. When John lifted up the shield, you saw the blood that stained the legacy of the shield- Steve’s legacy.

You turned to see that a crowd was formed and people held out their phones to record what had happened. It didn’t sit well with you to know that in a matter of seconds, the whole world would also be watching this horrific scene too.

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Succumbing to Sybaris | Prologue

Fandoms: Monsta X, NCT/WayV, Eric Nam, EXO, 2NE1, Everglow

Genre: 90s, Mystery, Police Procedural, Vampire, Multichapter

Pairing: OT7 x OC

Chapter Word Count: 2.5k

Trope: Enemies to lovers, love/hate, different worlds, reverse harem, hurt/comfort, soulmates and fate

Synopsis: It's 1997 and everything is changing—the clothes, the music, the zeitgeist. With the advent of the internet, people are more accessible than ever, and for the women of Portland, that means more accessible to predators, too. With eight missing girls and a past of her own, Detective Amber Spiros has a hunch the mysterious chat handle chwSUX might be the key to unlocking everything—even her inhibitions.

The Vibe: Monsta X as actual fucking monsters, complicated relationships, working with handsome exes, disruptive patriarchy, problematic villains at their finest, Eric Nam is best friends goals, dark existential themes, love and loss, grief and hope, puppet masters like whaaaat, gratuitous beach scenes, an OC with an unhealthy addiction to danger, mythology everywhere you look, loneliness in spades, halves making a mutl-sided whole

A/N: THERE ARE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS IN THIS. I DO NOT AND WILL NOT EVER WRITE IN SECOND PERSON POV.

This is your only warning: This is basically an overloaded garbage scow disguised as a classy cruise ship. Don't let it distract you from what it really is—another trashterpiece. It's a lot of reverse harem vampire smut starring Monsta X (and plenty of other cameos) with slightly more plot for balance so I don’t feel so bad about being so filthy. I’m serious—smut of every kind of kink and position is in these pages, and it’s over 100k words already, and it’s not quite finished.

Also, for this chapter only, I went, like, way way way overboard on the custom content. Since I have come to terms with the fact that I am significantly older than probably 85% of any potential reader-base--and, as previously noted, I am pretty far removed from reality--I thought I might bring back to life some of the magic of the early internet for you young’ns as well as set the mood for this piece.

THIS PROLOGUE CONTAINS GIFS. WATCH UNTIL THE END. As they are meant to be live chats, there are lots of pauses. You know you’ve seen the whole chat when it loops back. If you’re too impatient, this will be up on ao3 under my same name with text only.

Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn’t pay homage to the song that inspired this entire fic. Listened to it while falling asleep one night, and the next thing I knew, I’d written 20 pages. The Midnight - America Online

Okay, enough blabbering. tl;dr: Gifs. Tons of graphic sex. OT7. 90s, yo. Vampires. More sex.

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chwSUX: Hi, Honey. A/S/L?

Like the other twenty-two faceless chatters, his handle glowed royal blue, yet she zeroed in on him at once, even with the same question she'd answered at least fifty times in a half-dozen fruitless chatrooms tonight. Now, as she lurked in the Bored room, casting out her ubiquitous “hi!!!”, she hoped for better luck. She couldn’t explain it, but after hours at her keyboard and what would probably be an astronomical bill from her ISP, his name seemed more in-focus than the others.

Her fingers clacked over the keys with perfect rehearsal.

She clicked on his buddy info, but unlike most of the users in the chat, it was blank. Not even a melodramatic song lyric or inspirational quote to impress the ladies.

She imagined he’d scoped out hers as well, which was probably why he’d taken the bait. The one she was looking for would be looking for someone just like her as well.

Honeymoon79: hey neighbor!!!

chwSUX: Favorite book?

This was new. And promising. No "want 2 cyber?" clogging up the chat space for a change—well, not by him anyway. She glanced at her notebook of ideas and hurried to answer.

Chatting was a game of speed, especially with so many other handles jumping in to answer. The window was already crowding with pretentious responses, all jockeying to impress each other or find a kindred spirit. But her quarry didn’t acknowledge any of them and neither did she.

He was silent for at least three windows of random chat, which had now devolved into a debate over whether Fight Club or American Psycho was the bigger mindfuck, and she began to suspect she had lost her prospect. With a sigh, she scrolled through the other busy chatrooms in hopes of more fertile poaching grounds when his screen name blazed across the chat window anew.

chwSUX: Favorite movie?

She frowned. It was her turn to ask a question—that was chatroom etiquette—but he was proving he was different and she had to treat him differently.

Another glance at her notebook.

Honeymoon79: idk!!! probably the craft

Honeymoon79: what about u???

chwSUX: Favorite color?

Now, she was hissing in frustration. The guy she was looking for would be interested in her but would also seek her trust. This one seemed determined to dissect her. Or maybe he was fishing for someone specific just as she was. The possibility ended up being too tantalizing, so she promised one more round before she said goodbye to Mr. SUX and swam for more rewarding ponds.

Honeymoon79: yellow

chwSUX: Why?

It was a strange question to a simple answer, especially since he’d ignored the others. There was weight behind those three letters, maybe genuine curiosity or maybe the search for a correct answer. She wasn't prepared for it though, so she let an unrehearsed answer flow through her fingers and hoped it was good enough.

Honeymoon79: it reminds me of the sun. never get enough of that here lol. and its warm and inviting. it makes me forget.

chwSUX: Forget what?

Honeymoon79: everything. u can't b sad looking at yellow

Another long wait for an answer, and she figured she'd either tripped herself up or bored him to death. Maybe it was too depressing of an answer, one a teen who favored three exclamation points and Comic Sans might not give. Either way, she had just blown her best chance all night.

She took a bracing swig of cold black coffee, but that wasn’t what perked her back up.

chwSUX: I like red.

Her heart raced. He was still there, still promising, finally engaging.

Honeymoon79: y?

chwSUX: I think it’s the warmest color.

Her fingers hovered over home row, unsure of how to respond. It was an odd answer, but she could feel he was waiting for her to make a new move.

Her eyes narrowed and flicked from the soft buzz of the monitor to the ice-cold black beverage in her Central Perk mug. Something rippled down her back.

Honeymoon79: been too hot for coffee. iced tea?

chwSUX: Let me get the door for you, my lady.

Honeymoon79: such a gentleman

A private message from chwSUX supplanted the chatroom so that her monitor was filled only with him. It wasn’t her first private message of the night, but it was the only one she had wanted to receive.

There was a charm about him, something no one else she’d encountered online seemed to possess. He had an elegance and a confidence to him that made him realer than every other absurd moniker she’d seen that night. Most chatters were attention-seekers desperate for connection or validation, but not him. He could take her or leave her, and the only one who would regret it would be her.

She followed him eagerly into their private room.

There was a tangibility to their exchange, something strangely supernatural about it, as though her shabby office was now a busy coffee shop where the pair of them had tucked themselves into a back booth. She could almost smell him under toasted beans.

Her skin prickled. She shouldn’t care about some stranger’s approval, especially his, but she couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened.

She found herself laughing into the sad echo of her study.

And that’s how most of their conversation passed, her teasing and him deflecting with sophistication. He asked as many questions as she did but answered only those that he wanted. One hour became two. By hour three, her eyes were burning. She hadn’t blinked much; it was hard to tear her eyes away from his stupid name.

Everything he said surprised her. He traveled for a living. He’d been to Papua New Guinea and Iceland and the Maldives and other places she’d only heard of on the news or in social studies. He spoke a half-dozen languages and understood a half-dozen more. He had brothers—a lot from the sounds of it, though he didn’t say how many—and no sisters.

He always knew the right word and how to drip elegance from every line, and she found herself picturing the mouth that would say such things. Pink lips, white teeth, and soft curves and corners to manipulate the delicate sounds of any language he desired. In actuality, he was probably a fifty-year-old janitor with a boil the size of a golf ball on his neck and half a hard-on right now, but, as stupid as it was, she didn’t want to believe that. She wanted to believe he was typing in a suit, legs crossed, with a decanter of bourbon breathing at the corner of his mahogany desk. That was dangerous.

She wanted to believe him, and she was no doubt not the first.

He was slow and deliberate and very, very good at making her open up for him. She said things she shouldn’t have. He had a way of circumventing her precautions before she even knew it happened, and she had been careful. His questions came like the tides, and when they receded, her fortress was ruined.

There was an intensity to this faceless man that she couldn’t remember from any of her many real first dates and certainly none of the perverts online tonight. This was exactly the sort of man she’d been hunting all night, and yet, somehow, he remained just out of reach.

They had passed through the heart of night so effortlessly that she hadn’t felt the oncoming creep of dawn, but as her eyes slid to the blocky gray clock in the corner of her monitor, she knew she was running out of time to reel him in. Problem was every time she tried to steer the conversation to where she needed it to go, he would override her with a distraction of some kind. Now, she had no choice but to press the issue.

Honeymoon79: okay chw i really gotta go for real. i have class in a couple hours and i’m gonna fall asleep at my desk!!1 i’ll be on tomorrow night again if you want to chat

chwSUX: Describe your perfect day, Honey.

Damn him. He was controlling the narrative again. She should ignore him like he ignored her, sign off and leave him wondering what he’d done wrong. In a show of defiance, her cursor hovered over the red X in the corner. Maybe he’d look for her tomorrow in the chatrooms and beg her to let him make it up to her.

But she knew in her heart that wasn’t what would happen. He would disappear into the dark waters of cyberspace, leaving only a ripple as a tease that he had ever been there.

That left his challenge burning crimson on her screen. It was another question she hadn't anticipated, but something inside her told her this was it. If she passed this test, she could bend him to her will, but she had no idea what he wanted to hear. With no other choice, she closed her eyes and let the answer come to her.

Honeymoon79: i wake up halfway thru the day bc nothing interesting ever happens in the morning anyway. its been gray and rainy all morning, perfect for sleeping and keeping people away. when i finally get up i eat something ridiculous for breakfast like cake bc no one is gonna judge me today

Honeymoon79: the clouds are gone, but its to late for anybody to go out accept for me. i drive until i get to tillamook where i watch the sunset thru the trees. the sky is still peachy when i leave. by the time i get to seaside, all the stars are out and the tourists have gone home. the tide is low and i walk out as far as i can until the water hits my toes. i strip and swim out until its just mountains and black water and sky. i float there until my limbs get so cold i'm not sure i can make it back, but i do and i stand there drying in the breeze and i've never been happier

Finished, she sat back exhausted and almost out of breath. How much of what she had written was her character and how much was her? Teenage typos aside, it had come out so naturally that she wasn’t sure. She’d never thought about it before, but as she read back through, it didn’t feel like a lie.

Three minutes passed and, still, he said nothing. She ground her teeth. It was time to play hard ball.

Honeymoon79: i really gotta go

Honeymoon79: nice chatting w/ u chw ::waves::

His response was almost instantaneous.

chwSUX: Let’s meet.

In the quiet of her study, she could hear her short, eager breaths, but it was her turn to make him wait.

chwSUX: I know this is sudden, and you can let me know if I’m overreaching, but if you're open to it, I'd love to meet you, Honey, to continue our conversation in person.

chwSUX: There's never anybody from Portland on here, but beyond that, I feel a connection to you. Don’t you feel it, too?

She let it hang for a long moment. She had to make him believe she hadn't already made up her mind.

Honeymoon79: idk i mean you could be jack the ripper for all I no

chwSUX: And you could be Rodrigo, my 250lb gardener, but I think you're worth a little risk.

She held back her response in hopes he would press more firmly, and he didn’t disappoint.

chwSUX: It's thrilling, isn't it? The possibility that letters on a screen could be anyone in the world. I don't feel much excitement anymore, but the possibility of you, Honey, that's exciting me more than I can explain.

“The possibility of you,” she read aloud to her empty office.

He was good and he was right. The possibility of chw was exactly the sort of thrill she was looking for. There was a sharpness to his words as exhilarating as a cliffside overlook and as dangerous as one step nearer to its edge, but she still wasn't ready to give in.

His pager number glowed like dried blood on the screen, and she hurried to write it down, not that she could forget. It had already been burned into her memory.

chwSUX: I’ll be waiting.

“You better be, asshole,” she hissed before she signed off and her real work began.

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rkrispyt · 3 years

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A couple random thoughts on 2.11 no one asked for before I get on the road (and because work today has me ready to tear my hair out…)

*so are we agreed that it looks like seeds were planted for Nini’s ‘new dream’ to potentially be drama teacher or director, something along those lines? Or am I reading too much into that? Not thoroughly convinced she’s not going to focus on music still though. Maybe a musical is in her future? I’d love a summer season of “hey Ash, Nini, Ricky - you should write a musical together and we can perform it this summer for fun, no pressure!” Just sayin.

*Oh Howie. Upon a rewatch of the “getting air” scene, he 1000% took the harness and almost got busted. The “I’m just…*long pause* getting some air”. Backstage? Bro. No. You shouldn’t be backstage, period, but if you snuck back to wish your girl luck or something I’d buy. Not “I wandered away from the exits in the lobby with the rest of the audience to slip backstage, ignore the people I know in the cast and get air” - ? I’m so disappointed! But I suppose it’s the party crasher Ricky re-evaluates (maybe he figures it out?) in the ep 12 description and a means to finish up Roman’s arc if they don’t plan to have him return (which would be unfortunate, I feel like there’s more for them to tell of the Kowie story)…

*how did I not realize the implication of what Miss Jenn said to Ricky? I just thought she meant for that moment in the show instead of flying to get airborne. Yowzah. That’s… 😬

*EJ said “finally” after Jamie asked if that made sense and I missed it the first time and my heart turned to DUST.

*here’s the thing: these writers aren’t dumb. They clearly fleshed Portwell out fully so they knew when it started where it was going. They planted little breadcrumbs along the way that would come into play later, like Risotto, “not that I know of” and the like. I’m trying to be attune to them and wondering if the GiGi nickname may come into play? If EJ were to refer to her as that in a self deprecating “cause it’s what her brother calls her and that’s how she sees me” context, it could easily and quickly lead to Gina putting two and two together and realizing since Jamie didn’t call her that in front of EJ while she was there, he must have talked to EJ at some other point and used the nickname.

It’s only one option but it’s definitely there for her to realize her brother must have talked to him, he’s been weird since mid-act two, they could even pull a “ugh, he’s always butting in trying to protect me but making things worse - what did he say to you?” IF they wanted.

The other quick way to address it is to simply have Gina refer to it as a date, in whatever context - if she’s upset, angry, hopeful - just bringing it up. The moment she uses that word he knows it’s in a romantic context to her, AND he knows that she accepted in the context of it being romantic.

I’m not convinced they’ll go either route, but the ground has been laid for those and more options to fix this without needing a ton of time, or either getting hurt terribly beyond this initial miscommunication/disappointment, or ruining what they have by reacting like a hurt jerk, further proving they can trust one another with their feelings.

One thing I realized is that I do trust these writers. I do. They’ve done so much more than I could have ever dreamed. And I actually would hate it cause I’m impatient lol but I actually do trust that IF they delay this angst into next season, it’s postponing the inevitable and giving it even more buildup for a bigger payoff of Portwell finding their way to one another.

I recently read an interview of Tim’s for last season’s finale and he talked a bit about how at the end of the day it’s the finale and we need a happy ending, so that also gives me hope. He’s made the audience root for both EJ and Gina, I’d be really shocked if he left us so unsatisfied at season’s end with both of them still longing (AND seemingly Rini).

We’ll see!

#portwell #hsmtmts spoilers #Kowie

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jubilantwriter · 3 years

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It All Began with a Big Crash

(AO3)

Summary: It's the one year anniversary of Boyfriend and Girlfriend's growing relationship, and Boyfriend absolutely, totally, DID NOT forget that today is that special day. And yet, that one single DID NOT FORGETTing leads to a domino effect, resulting in quite possibly one of the best nights of their lives.

After all, what's the point of a performance if no one's having fun during it?

Word Count: 7154

(A/N: Happy 1st Anniversary of Friday Night Funkin’! I literally wrote and edited this all in one day. Got home at midnight, started writing, and then I posted it at 10 am, took a nap, went to work, AND NOW I’M HERE ON TUMBLR :D Anyway, FNF has been a big comfort for me these past months, so it’s only fitting that I put myself through hell to get this little bit out. I hope you all enjoy!)

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Now, Boyfriend isn't a forgetful man. This thought crosses his mind as he stands up abruptly after paying for his lunch and racing for the door.

"Be-!"

"Eep!"

CRASH .

But sometimes things... slip from his mind, and while he's not one prone to panic, THIS is something worth panicking over.

"-EP. SHIT. SORRY!"

"My dishes!" A blonde server kneels on the ground, surrounded by the clumsy carnage created by Boyfriend inadvertently crashing into her on his rush out. She glares accusingly at him as the boy jogs in place. "Again, really?!"

"Sorry, sorry!" He waves his hands in front of him before looking over his shoulder. "I'll pay for the dishes and shit uh, later!" He dashes out the door as she calls out behind him.

"That's what you said LAST time!"

Well, last time he was dirt poor, but now that he's pretty famous around town, he's actually got the moolah to pay for damages! So yeah, next time!

...Is what he meant to tell her, but he's already busting into the conveniently placed flower shop, panting as he looks around wildly for help. The florist in question glances at him completely unbothered by his entrance.

"Forgot an important date again?" she quips, staring back down at her phone as she drapes herself over the counter.

"BAP!" he says defensively, because he DIDN'T forget! It just... slipped his mind a little. In his defense, he'd gotten so used to being with Girlfriend that it felt ... normal! Like they've been together for YEARS and being with her just felt so right, and every day was the greatest day of his life because he had her by his side. So yeah, maybe the days slipped past him in a blissful sort of way, like when he gets super focused on his music or some arbitrary task, and the hours slip by and suddenly it's the next morning! It's kind of like that, but with a girl who makes him smile and laugh and forget that life is supposed to be difficult and hard, and not fun and invigorating. And to think they've only been together for a year...

...A year.

...Wait.

Shit.

SHIT.

He's doing it again!

He bustles over and slaps a fifty on the counter. "Bop!" he announces in a rush, tapping his fingers impatiently as the florist holds it up to the light.

With a low whistle, she puts it back on the table. "Wow, you're really going all out this time, huh?" Before Boyfriend can respond to her sarcasm, the florist calls out to her partner in the back. "Flower! Miku's lil bro is back at it again, dropping a fifty and hoping for the best."

"Again?" A husky voice makes its way over as a familiar bush of thick hair pops out from beyond the doorway. "Boyfriend, you should know by now that apology bouquets are at least a hundred."

"Ba- skida- AUGH! It's not an apology bouquet!" He stomps his foot, irritated to break out the English but knowing full well it’s a matter that needs clear communication. So not really a waste of words, just a waste of energy on two ladies who will give him shit regardless of the noise he makes.

"Oh yeah? What's the occasion?" The taller florist - Lily, hilariously enough - leans forward with a smirk as Flower keeps her deadpan stare.

"It's for my anniversary!" He crosses his arms and harrumphs as Lily whistles again.

"Damn, and you didn't invite us to the wedding? Harsh."

"No, not that-! Ugh, you know what I mean."

"Do we?" Lily and Flower exchange a look before Lily's smirk widens. "I dunno, you don't give us the dirt anymore. Remember when you'd come in here all the time, red in the face trying to get apology bouquets for that one boy? What's his name-"

"Pico," he answers, a bit flustered as the memories rush through his mind before shaking his head, "and he liked them all, by the way! But this isn't about him-"

"No, it's about your new girl, right?" Flower cuts in, leaning against the doorway with a bored expression. "What's her favorite color? It's not green, is it?"

"It's red, and please can you make it quick? I dunno when she wants us to meet up, so...!" He flashes them two thumbs up and is about to bounce, but Lily grabs the collar of his shirt with a chuckle.

"Not so fast, dumbass." She pulls him back to the counter as he whines pathetically. "You really think a fifty is enough for an anniversary bouquet?"

Oh no. He starts to sweat, feeling his wallet tremble in fear. They're doing it again. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean, Flower?" Lily turns back to the shorter florist as the other makes a thoughtful hum.

"One hundred, at least."

"Yeah, at least one hundo." Lily holds her hand out. "C'mon, cough it up, shorty."

This is beyond unreal, but at the same time, it is completely expected from people who teased him relentlessly since he was a kid. "If it wasn't for Miku, you guys wouldn't even be here!"

"We're only here because of convenience, please." Lily snorts as the boy continues to struggle. "So you aiming for an apology bouquet or an anniversary bouquet?"

"Just cut me a deal, please? For old time's sake?" He clasps his hands together and bats his eyelashes. "I'm still that cute little kid who used to pretend to be like Miku! Who could forget good ol' Mikuo?"

"One hundred." Flower cuts off the potential reminiscing and steps up to the counter. "Or it's an apology bouquet."

Grumbling miserably, Boyfriend digs around in his pocket and manages to snag something. He pulls out his hand and counts out four quarters. Quietly, he puts it on top of the fifty.

Flower and Lily both look at it silently.

"...Well," Flower begins, slowly taking the money, "I did say one hundred."

Roll with it roll with it roll with it-

"Yeah, and uh, four twenty-fives makes one hundred, right?"

"What, are we speaking French now?" Lily asks with a sneer.

"No," Boyfriend begins, blinking slowly, "pretty sure we're speaking English."

"Oh my god." She slaps her hand over Flower's. "We are not doing this."

"I gave you one hundred," he argues, sweating miserably as he turns up the confidence.

"He did give us one hundred," Flower agrees.

"You are not giving this to him. You know he didn't even plan this! He's too stupid to pull a slick move like that!"

Boyfriend just smiles and gives them a double thumbs up.

"It's not like anyone else is gonna be coming in to give us another job." Flower hums and stows the money in the register, much to Lily's chagrin. "And besides, if I get bored making it, I'll just take a nap."

"Flower-!" Before Lily can protest even more, Flower disappears into the backroom, no doubt to either work on the bouquet or take that nap. Lily turns back to Boyfriend and glares, jabbing a finger against his chest. "Be back here in a few hours. You're taking whatever the hell she makes for you, stingy little bitch."

"That's all I have on my person!"

"We accept credit and debit."

"I have bills to pay."

"You're such a little-!" Lily makes a strangling gesture with her hands before grabbing and shaking him. "You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

"I'm trying!" He backs up and shoots the tall florist finger guns before vacating the premises. Okay, one thing down. Next: chocolates. Easy-peasy. What place sells heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and other cutesy, anniversary items?

Boyfriend makes a beeline for the local grocery store and spends only a total of thirty minutes there, making the proud purchase of a box of chocolates, a little teddy bear holding a heart, and even a balloon that says, "I Love You". Score! Damn, he's doing great so far. And it was such a quick purchase! Maybe Miku's friends could learn a thing or two about making quick sales instead of harassing him over every little thing.

What's next, what's next...

A place for dinner, right! Girlfriend loves the local bar. Great food, a nice atmosphere, open mic nights, a server who's familiar with them...

A server that he crashed into and made her drop all those dishes to the floor... like that other time he did it to her and held up the service for a sizable amount of time...

He gulps. Hm. She's probably still mad at him too. But uh, huh. He's not sure what to do. Maybe, maybe...

He takes out his phone and dials a familiar number. It rings only twice before a gruff, annoyed voice answers on the other side.

"I'm busy, the fuck you want?"

Without missing a beat, he gets on his metaphorical hands and knees. "Pico, can I ask a favor, please please pretty please?"

"Wow, English. Must be desperate." There's a loud crash on his end before Pico's voice yells at a pair of playful, young laughter. "Hey- hey! Watch it!"

"Pico, so uh, could you-?"

"Hey- give me that!" More raucous laughter fills the line as Pico sighs. "Sorry, Bee, don't think I can help ya today. I was supposed to just watch these two kids 'til Lila came back, but then I got a call from a pal who needs help at her joint and- Skid, Jesus fucking Christ -" There's some shuffling and a grunt as a playful squeal rings a little too close to the phone. Pico continues as though nothing happened on his end. "-and so basically I'm double booked for the night."

"Oh, okay." He tries not to let the disappointment seep into his voice, but another sigh from Pico suggests that he heard it regardless.

"Look, I'm real sorry, wish I could help, but a line's formin' and I can only do so much." Pico grunts and a soft thump is heard. Two voices chatter away distantly in the background, but Boyfriend focuses solely on Pico. "Why? What happened?"

"Well, today's me and Girlfriend's anniversary, and I wanted to take her out but-"

"Can't figure out a place to take her? C'mon man, you- Jesus, you two, slow down, I'm comin'- you already know one."

"Yeah, the bar but-"

"What, ya worried about 'bout lines or somethin'? I know it's busy and shit, but I'm sure Serv will get ya guys' a table easy. It's just you two, you'll be fine."

"Okay, but-"

"Oh my GOD, what the HELL is THAT?!"

A faint, childish voice answers Pico's horrified question as Boyfriend listens in. "That's Moloch!"

"...MOLOCH?"

A roar sounds from Pico's side of the phone call. The voice - uh, Skid, was it? - laughs excitedly. "Yeah! He's our friend!"

"He lives in Skid's attic!"

A demonic voice nearly blows out Boyfriend's eardrums. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"...Does your MOM know about this?!"

"Sorta! She thinks he's a rat."

"Hey hey HEY, back OFF-! Sorry, Bee, I'll call ya later!"

The last thing he hears is another roar before the line hangs up. Pico will probably be fine - he's handled worse after all, and even Boyfriend's faced off a demon or two! Maybe three, if that Lemon Man those two kids were friends with counted as well. Man, demons are just everywhere, huh?

...Speaking of demons. There’s one demon he really should be focusing on. Like getting their dinner date set up at her favorite bar in town. Even though he’s probably on that bar’s shitlist for knocking over their number one employee again .

But Girlfriend really does love going to that bar, and if it's for her... Fuck it, he'll suck it up and take whatever Server-chan's got against him. He'll just challenge her to a quick rap battle, win, and THEN they can have a nice dinner! Yeah, that's what he'll do. Lily's words replay in his mind as he walks off to his apartment to change into something nicer.

"You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

Fuck yeah he will.

"Damn, after all these years, you still can't tie a tie." Lily frets over his outfit as she helps him tidy up a bit. A colorful ribbon now decorates the box of chocolates, tying it together with the teddy bear with the balloon also tied around its wrist. He grabs the tied together present after she rolls his sleeves up to his elbow.

"Bouquet?" he asks hopefully as Lily dusts off his shoulders for the hundredth time.

She huffs and shakes her head, blowing a stray hair out of her face. "You're lucky Flower didn't take a nap halfway through. It's her best work so far! All for the low, low cost of $51, tax not included."

"There's tax?!" He almost falls over, but Lily grabs him by the collar of his dress shirt.

"Chill out, we'll charge it to Miku's account."

"Oh, thanks." He swats away her hands when she tries to tuck in the other half of his shirt. "Fuck off, it's part of my style!"

"What, being sloppy?"

"The ladies love it."

"Your lady deserves better."

"But I'm the best there is!"

"Oh, God," Lily groans as her expression falls into despair. "Egotism really does run in the family."

"Enough about the family ego," Flower pipes up, her hands full with a large, beautiful bouquet. "These flowers need to be appreciated."

"Holy shit." Boyfriend takes the entire bouquet, admiring the reds, pinks, and whites. There's a smattering of small, lavender flowers here and there, making the other colors pop. "Roses!" he points out, the only flower he recognizes.

"Yup, and there's also lilies, alstroemeria, and-"

"Don't waste your breath," Lily cuts in, covering Flower's mouth before she can list them all out. "He won't remember any of the names."

A disappointed sigh escapes Flower, so he gives her the biggest grin he can muster. "Yo, I still think it's hella bomb to look at. I really think she'll love it!"

Flower perks up a bit, a small smile forming on her usually stoic face. "...Cool."

"Alright, get outta here." Lily shoves him back to the door with a grin. "You got a hot date, yeah? Go give her the night of her life!"

"Yeah!" He waves to the pair before leaving. "Gonna have a great night at the bar!"

Lily's smile falters as Flower's smile immediately disappears. "...The what?"

"See ya!"

"Wait, Boyfriend! You're taking her out to the fucking BAR?!"

He doesn't have the time to turn back and answer Lily, so he goes along his merry way, bouquet clutched tightly against his chest with the bear. Hopefully the incident from earlier today has been swept away. He really doesn't want to have a rap battle with Server-chan, but if he has to...

"Boyfriend!" A sweet, melodic voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks over to see his beautiful, wonderful Girlfriend. Her iconic look now sports a sleek, black jacket reminiscent of her mother's own jacket. It looks stunning on her, and a soft, longing "beep" escapes him as she giggles and kisses his cheek. "Hey, hun. Happy anniversary!"

"Happy anniversary!" He holds out his gifts for her to take, and he delights in her unabashed joy as she takes them.

"Oh! This teddy bear is so cute, and these flowers are lovely!" Another giggle escapes her as she points at the bouquet. "Roses!"

"That's what I said!" They both share a laugh before her smile settles into something soft and relaxed.

"Now I wish I got you something too..." Girlfriend pouts a bit, but he kisses it away with a grin.

"Hey, don't sweat it! Lemme spoil you for the night instead." He offers her his arm, and she happily loops hers with his. They walk into the bar together and are met with a familiar face standing behind a podium. Despite being the hostess, Cassette Girl keeps her iconic cap on as she notices them and greets them with a lazy smile.

"Wooow," she drawls out, giving Boyfriend a knowing grin. "Back again so soon? And after that huge fuss you made."

"Fuss?" Girlfriend gives Boyfriend a curious look.

"Uhh, beep bah."

"Didn't tell her about your mishap, huh?" Cassette Girl raises an eyebrow and shakes her head. "Well, if you wanted to know, Serv got it figured out. Called in a favor last minute, and luckily he was nice enough to help out."

"Sorry about that," he says sheepishly, and Cassette Girl merely shrugs.

"It's whatever. Not the first time you messed her up real good. And besides, you're not even the first person to make her crash and burn for a hot minute."

"Is this still about the fuss you guys are talking about?" Girlfriend looks between the two as Cassette Girl chuckles.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. Lemme take ya to your seats. Bar or nah?"

"Nah, it's our anniversary date today!"

"And you guys are spending it here?” She pauses for a second in thought before shaking her head. “Alright." Cassette Girl takes it in stride and seats them near the miniature stage.

"Oh, is it open mic night tonight?" Girlfriend sits down, already excited for the night as Cassette Girl chuckles and hands them the menus.

"Nah, originally we had a band booked tonight, but their back-up vocalist got injured, so they called it off last minute. It's gonna be a quiet night instead."

"Aww." The pout on Girlfriend's face lasts only a second before her smile returns. "Oh well! Sometimes quiet is nice too."

"Right you are. Anyway, your waiter will be with you guys in just a sec, so take your time. We're not too busy tonight, so feel free to cause more havoc." She flashes a grin before walking back to her station.

Girlfriend waves goodbye and turns back to Boyfriend with a smile. "Cassey is so nice! I wish we could talk to her more."

"Maybe we'll catch her on the street one of these days." He cracks open the menu, perusing the contents before deciding on getting his usual.

"Maybe! Should I try something new tonight?"

"Wouldn't hurt."

"But I don't know what to get..."

"Maybe we can ask the waiter?" He looks around for their supposed waiter, but all he sees is an unimpressed Pico standing at their table. "Oh! Pico! You're dressed like a waiter!"

True to his observations, Pico is dressed similarly to Server-chan; a black long sleeved shirt replaces his usual green sweater, and a pair of black slacks replaces his usual beige cargo pants. The only splash of color on his outfit is the bright orange apron that all servers seem to wear as per uniform, and it absolutely clashes with Pico's own bright, red hair.

"That's because I am the waiter, dumbass." The bite from his remark is lost from the tired slump of his shoulders, and the ginger begins to resemble Server-chan with each passing second. "At least for tonight. She called me in for a favor, and I agreed to help."

The conversation from earlier today pings in Boyfriend's memory. "Is this what you meant when you said you were double booked?"

"Yeah. Told me some blue-haired douchebag steamrolled her on his way out, and she ended up breaking a whole buncha dishes. She went out to go replace the whole set, so I'm coverin' for the rest of her shift while she takes care of it. Now that I think about it," Pico fixes him with a stern, knowing glare as Boyfriend shrinks under his sharp eyes, "I kinda already know about a certain blue-haired douchebag."

"I'll pay her back, I promise."

"You fuckin' better." Pico looks over to Girlfriend and offers her a tired grin when she waves cheerfully. "Hey, Red, he treatin' ya well tonight?"

"Yup! He got me chocolates, a bear, a balloon, AND a bouquet!"

"Really spoilin' ya there."

"Only the best for Gigi, right?" He nudges Pico playfully, the earlier irritation already melting away from his expression as he rolls his eyes and ruffles Boyfriend's hair.

"Yeah yeah. Ya guys ready to order?"

Pico takes their orders and departs quickly, the couple watching him disappear somewhere in the bar as their collective thoughts gather on one thing only.

"Mm, Pico should wear uniforms more often, huh?"

"It definitely looks flattering on him." They both hum before taking sips from the water Pico had set down earlier while taking their orders. With no ginger to distract them, Girlfriend's attention centers back on Boyfriend as she smiles. "Thanks for taking me out here for dinner! I know it's not easy for us to go out on dates since my parents still hover, so I'm really happy that we went out like you planned!"

"Oh yeah, totally." His easy grin hides the absolute panic he had for the entire half of his day when he realized he had nothing planned. "I wish I could treat you out for something better, but nothing else is really happening around this time of year-"

"Except for Spooky Month!" Two voices pipe up out of nowhere as the costumed duo surprise the couple.

"Oh, goodness, hello!" She laughs as Skid and, uh, Pump? Stand by their table looking curious. "How have you two been?"

"Okay! Mr. Pico has been babysitting us since Mom's been busy with her work stuff." Skid bounces on his heels as Pump looks up more calmly. "We wanted to introduce him to Moloch, but..."

"He didn't like him too much. He said Moloch is more scary than spooky." Pump sticks his tongue out and laughs. "Silly Mr. Pico! He does not understand that Moloch is our friend!"

"Moloch?" Girlfriend hums as bobs her head in thought. "That name sounds familiar. There was a demon that went missing months ago by that name..."

"Oh, weird!"

"Moloch came to us months ago too! But now he stays in Skid's attic."

"It's like a sleepover every day!"

"That sounds like fun!" She giggles as the kids bounce around her.

Boyfriend watches with a smile before remembering that “double booked” thing that Pico mentioned earlier. Were these the kids he was watching when Boyfriend called…? "So why are you guys here? If Pico is supposed to be babysitting you guys, but is working here instead..." Boyfriend wonders how Pico manages to balance so many jobs at once. He himself can barely handle the one!

"Mr. Pico said that he didn't trust Moloch and wanted us to stay somewhere safer."

"Which is weird, because Moloch is our friend! But it made him happier, so we came here with him."

"It's boring here, so Pump and I have been teaching lots of people how to spooky dance!"

"Oh?" Girlfriend indulges them and smiles as they crowd closer to her. "Can you show me too?"

"You don't know the spooky dance?"

"We should show her!"

"It goes like this!" The pair of children do a little dance for her, and a happy laugh escapes her as she watches. Boyfriend leans back and enjoys her happiness as the kids continue to chat with her.

"That looks like fun!"

"You can do it too!" Skid tugs on her hands, and it's enough to get her to stand up. "Just hold out your hands like this-"

"-and then you move like this!" The two of them demonstrate one more time before looking at Girlfriend expectantly. It takes her a few times, but the kids are surprisingly patient and more than happy to show her as many times as she requests until she gets it right. The sight of her having so much fun melts his heart, and he sighs as he watches her enjoy herself.

"Damn, look at you, meltin' into the table."

Boyfriend nearly slams his face against the table, making Pico guffaw as he puts their meals on the table. "Dude!"

"What? Just spittin' facts. Hey!" Pico's hands come to rest on his hips as he glares at the kids. Both Girlfriend and Boyfriend exchange a look, hiding their amused grins behind their hands as Pico takes on his caretaking role. "Skid, Pump, what did I say 'bout botherin' the customers?"

"Uhh..." The two kids freeze in place, looking at each other before looking at Pico. "Don't?"

"And what are you two doin'?"

"Bothering your friends!" Pump grins as Skid nods in agreement. "They are not customers, right?"

A puff of a laugh escapes Girlfriend as Boyfriend nudges Pico. "Yeah dude, we're your friends, not customers. We should get a de-"

A glare is enough to silence Boyfriend, but Girlfriend's composure quickly falls apart as a fit of giggles escapes her. Pico ignores her as he focuses his attention on his two charges. "They're still customers."

"But it's boring here!"

"Yeah, it's too quiet. You said there'd be music!"

"But there's no music, except for the soft elevator music."

"But that's boring too."

Both boys pout as Pico sighs and massages his temples. "Look, I didn't know the band would cancel today. After I'm done here, we can do something fun , okay?"

"Like getting candy?"

"Yeah, like gettin' candy." The two kids cheer and run off somewhere before Pico can stop them. "Hey-!"

"Damn, Pico, I didn't think you'd be good with kids." Boyfriend snickers as he eats a fry, watching as Pico sighs for the umpteenth time.

"You call that bein' good with kids?"

"It's better than I'd ever expect outta you."

"Rude little bitch." Pico snatches a few fries and chomps on them, ignoring Boyfriend's protests.

"When do you get off, Pico?" Girlfriend spins her fork around in her pasta before feeding the first bite to Boyfriend, keeping her eyes on Pico as the ginger hums thoughtfully.

"Technically nine, but I gotta watch the kids 'til ten. That's when Lila comes back from her shit."

"Do you wanna come over for movie night?" She looks over to Boyfriend who nods in agreement. Pico laughs and shakes his head.

"Ain't this supposed to be ya guys' anniversary date? Why the hell am I bein' invited?"

"'Cause it's more fun when you join us!" Boyfriend pipes up, making his eyes go wide with hope, knowing how much of a sucker Pico is for his puppy dog eyes. Like he predicts, Pico grumbles and looks away, a slight blush to his cheeks as he tries to regain his composure.

"Touchin', but nah. It's y'all's day. It's not my place to interrupt."

"You wouldn't be-!" A ringtone goes off in the middle of her sentence. Girlfriend pauses, taking her phone out as her smile vanishes. "Oh, just a minute." She leaves the table quickly as she answers her phone with a faint, "Hi, Daddy..."

"Hm." They watch her go outside before Pico turns back to Boyfriend. "I hope you have somethin' really good planned for tonight."

"Well, I don't have anything planned, per se-"

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"But! Movie night is gonna be a thing! Or, was." Boyfriend frowns, not liking how it was her dad who called her. Knowing him, he could be asking her to come home earlier than planned, ruining their romantic movie night. "I was gonna play it by ear, y'know, in case something like that happens."

"Fair." Pico crosses his arms and fixes Boyfriend with a stare. "So how are you gonna save this night then?"

"Dunno yet." Boyfriend bites his lip and scratches at the table. "Like I said, I don't have much planned, so like..." His eyes wander over to the stage. A keyboard is the only instrument present on the stage alongside the stereos. He blinks slowly at the sight of it, a hum low in his throat.

"What? Ya suddenly got an idea?" Pico follows his gaze and whistles low. "Gonna sing a love song?"

"What? No." A pause. "Maybe. I dunno."

"You dunno?"

"I don't really have a song lined up." But it would be perfect. She loves it when he sings. Or raps. Or does anything really. And she did seem a little disappointed when she found out that there wasn't going to be a show tonight...

"You're a rapper," Pico supplies easily. "Just freestyle."

"But I don't have any beats." Which is true, unless he gets some help. His eyes wander up to meet Pico's gaze. "...Can I ask a favor?"

"Shoot."

"You still beatbox?"

And Pico smirks. "Only if ya got a plan."

Boyfriend looks around the bar, his eyes landing on the Spooky Boys and Cassette Girl. Music flows behind his eyes as he maps out the beats and flows on the spot. Fingers tap out the rhythm he wants to follow, and Pico taps his foot in tandem. "I think," he says, watching as Girlfriend comes back into the bar with a gloomy look on her face, "I've got a plan."

Pico leans forward, and Boyfriend quickly whispers it to him before shooing the ginger away. When Girlfriend takes her seat, Boyfriend takes it upon himself to buy some time for Pico as he keeps Girlfriend's attention on him.

"Something up?"

"Oh, it's just Daddy." Her frown deepens, and Boyfriend can feel his heart drop from the sight. She shouldn't be unhappy on their anniversary - of course her dad would ruin things for her. "He wants me to come home early, says he doesn't want me to stay over too late since he doesn't trust you to keep your hands to yourself."

"Tch. Your old man needs to lay off." From the corner of his eye, he sees Cassette Girl wander to some backroom, only to reappear with a few more coworkers as one of them takes over her position by the podium. Pico follows her next, helping her set up a couple of mics as she tests out the keyboard. The noises catch the attention of the patrons, including Girlfriend as she turns in interest at the ruckus.

"What's going on? Oh, is there a show happening after all?" A small smile forms on her lips as she watches the prep. "I wonder who they managed to get!"

"Yeah, I wonder." Boyfriend lets her watch them for a second longer before taking her attention again. "So how long can you stay out?"

"Mmm, at most, maybe an hour? Daddy's imps will come and pick me up, regardless of where I am." She puffs her cheeks out, which would normally be cute if she wasn't so distressed. "Mommy was okay with me spending the night! But Daddy won't even let me stay before midnight, so that ruins movie night..."

"Hey, don't worry about it. We can always have movie night whenever." He reaches over and takes her hand, giving it a firm, comforting squeeze.

"But today was supposed to be our day." She frowns again, holding onto his hand as she sighs softly. "We were supposed to have a nice night doing whatever we wanted. And now that's going to be ruined because my dad is being... himself again."

Random beats start playing. It takes them both by surprise as they turn around to see Pico messing with... some kind of pad? Is that a launchpad? Cassette Girl shakes her head and points to some buttons before Pico nods and- ah. So he didn't steal it from someone. Clearly, it was Cassette Girl's own device.

"What are they doing?" Girlfriend watches with more interest as the two kids clamber onto the stage, Pico talking to them softly as they nod along to whatever he's saying excitedly. He wags his finger like a metronome, and the boys both follow its movement before nodding furiously as he grins and pats the tops of their heads. As Pico looks up from the boys, he meets Boyfriend's gaze and gives a small nod before standing up.

"They're getting a show ready for you." Boyfriend grins when Girlfriend looks over to him bewildered.

"What do you mean, for me?"

"Heeeellloooo, everyone!" Cassette Girl speaks into the microphone with her familiar drawl, getting the patrons to quiet down as they watch with rapt attention. "Now, as you know, our booked gig for tonight ended up cancelling, but at the very last minute, we managed to snag another performer instead! You may be familiar with his bright blue hair and obnoxious voice," a rumble of laughter rolls through the crowd, but he takes it all in stride as he waits for the intro to end, "but he's gotten pretty famous throughout these parts for his amazing freestyle rap! Dedicated to his lovely Girlfriend of one year, we have Mr. Boyfriend, here to perform for one night only!"

"Boyfriend?!" Girlfriend's eyes widen in excitement as he stands from his seat, grinning confidently as he winks to her. It's not often he gets to perform for the sake of performing, so he wants to make this the best performance she's ever seen.

"You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

As if he wasn't.

He takes the offered microphone from Cassette Girl as she takes her place behind the keyboard.

"Heya, folks!" He waves out to the crowd as the people who recognize him from his many rap battles cheer him on. Girlfriend cheers from the crowd, for once enjoying the show as just a normal person, instead of being in the thick of it. "Like Cassey said, this show is dedicated to my Girlfriend. I started this whole career for her, and if it weren't for her, I never would have found this flow in my life. I love her more than any song can convey, so I hope a show's worth of songs can get the message along. Now are you ready to get funkin' lit?!"

The crowd erupts into cheers as Girlfriend stands and cheers the loudest, her smile wide and bright as she pumps her fist in the air. They wait for the crowd to calm down before Pico starts his beatboxing. The beat begins slow, the notes sounding familiar as recognition settles on Girlfriend's features.

"Yo," he begins, holding the microphone close to his lips as he gets into the beat, "it's the remix." Pico's beatboxing continues before Cassette Girl joins in with her keyboard. The beat plays from the launchpad as the beatboxing ends, and that's his cue to start rapping.

"Don't look complacent, wearin' those rags, you ain't adjacent. Lookie, I'm fly, and you look basic. Look in her eyes, and I feel like takin' it for the win." He meets Girlfriend's gaze with a grin as he waves his hand back and forth, pumping the crowd up as he continues to rap.

"Her dad be evil, no twin. Skin purp' like the Sprite, sippin'. He open his yap and you wouldn't believe it's the sound of an angel when he spittin'." At Pico's cue, Skid and Pump join in with a chant of, "Go man go! Go man go!" They keep it up as Boyfriend continues to rap, the energy high and exciting as he performs for fun.

"Even though he look like a demon, hold my blue nuts as I battle for the takin'. Of this girl, I just wanna hold her hand. Look in our DM's and it's like candy land." Boyfriend kneels on the stage and gestures for Girlfriend to come closer. Without missing a beat, Girlfriend makes her way over, her head bobbing in time to the rhythm as she smiles blissfully.

"Yo, I really can't bust when her evil ass dad tryna make my ass be grass. So I got one shot, learned to spit real hot, and it might just go like this." As he takes her hand, he pulls her onto the stage and the Spooky Boys go quiet for his next lines.

"I don't mean no disrespect, but there's something about her I can't let go. Baby, you know that I love you, even though my balls are blue." The joke gets a giggle from Girlfriend, and it takes all his willpower not to stop rapping just to kiss her right there.

"I want to spend my life with her, even if her dad is evil or some shit. Now spit it like this: we gettin' freaky on a Friday night, chyeah!" The crowd goes wild as he scoops Girlfriend up in one arm, cradling her against his body as he continues to rap. Her arms wrap around his neck as she leans against him, warm and happy in his embrace.

As she should be.

The Spooky Boys return with the chant, pumping the crowd up some more as they cheer loudly with the rap.

"I just want to hold her tight, chyeah! Her hair, her eyes, her thighs, yeah. If I die, it'll all be worth it. Just to get a chance to show she's worth it!" He sways with the beat, watching as the crowd gets into the performance. Besides him, Cassette Girl is grinning, nodding her head to the beat as she plays the mellow tunes on her keyboard. Pico meanwhile focuses his attention alternating between beatboxing and playing the right beats on the launchpad, all while paying attention to the song and directing when the boys start and end their chant. Despite the amount of tasks on his shoulders, he holds himself high and proud, enjoying himself with a smile as he moves with the beat. Even the kids are enjoying themselves, bouncing on the spot and watching Pico intently for his cues. A part of Boyfriend wonders if they're even paying attention to the lyrics or if they're too engrossed in the beats and sounds coming from the keyboard and launchpad to even care.

Not that it matters.

All that matters is that they're all having fun . He looks out into the crowd and sees smile upon smile as they're all enjoying themselves to the music. This. This is what performing is all about. The energy, the enjoyment, everyone losing themselves to the music and forgetting their woes and worries for even just a minute-

That's what makes it all so worth it.

He raps the chorus one last time before letting the beat peter out, Pico ending the song with his beatboxing increasing in tempo before ending it abruptly. The crowd continues their cheers as Boyfriend yells into his microphone.

"You guys ready for more?!"

There's no doubt in his mind that he will absolutely be banned from the bar after this show, just with how rowdy the crowd is getting. But it's all worth it in the end as he nods to his friends to play whatever beat that comes to mind. He'll come up with the lyrics on the fly, all of them dedicated to Girlfriend as he sets her down and holds her tight to his side as they sway together.

He doesn't know how long they go for. All the hype and excitement pushes him to continue, and when he looks over to see if Pico or Cassette Girl or even the boys look just a little tired, he's surprised to see them too excited to even consider taking a break. The night is filled with raps filled with jokes and love as the clock finally strikes ten.

Time to end the show.

"Alriiiight, everyone!" Cassette Girl takes the microphone back from Boyfriend, panting slightly as she gestures to the crowd that grew during the performance. "Unfortunately, that's it for this show! Thanks for watching, hope you enjoyed your meals, and please, come back again when we host another gig or open mic!" The crowd applauds as they all bow. Cassette Girl pats his shoulder with a grin and turns back to help Pico clean up. Girlfriend clings to his side, giggling and burying her face against his neck.

"Ohhh, that was so much fun!" Her giddiness makes him laugh as he hugs her tight, covering her face in kisses as he breathes for the first time since the performance began.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Are you kidding?!" She laughs and picks him up, twirling them together in a circle before cuddling him midair. "That was the most fun I've had in ages!"

"I'm glad," he admits, relief washing over him that their night was a success after all. "Sucks we didn't finish our dinners though."

"I can get boxes for them." Pico shows up next to them, both kids curled up in his arms as they cling to him. "Or, uh, I can get Cass to get 'em for ya."

"Aww, are they tired?" Girlfriend sets Boyfriend down to take a look at the kids. "They did a really good job tonight!" Skid lifts his head up, a tired but bright smile on his face as he giggles.

"That was fun! I wanna do it again, Mr. Pico!"

"I'll think about it. Remember what we promised before the show?"

"No repeating the bad words around mom," both boys respond, although Pump's words are muffled against Pico's shirt. He chuckles and nods towards the couple.

"I gotta get these kids home. You guys get some rest too."

"We will." Boyfriend stretches, feeling worn out from the show.

"See ya."

"Bye, Pico!" Girlfriend waves as Pico walks off, the two kids waving from Pico's arms. "He really is good with kids, even if he won't admit it."

"He's always been protective of them." They both hum, the thought sobering them a bit as they watch the ginger disappear in the crowd. "We should visit him later and make sure he's okay too."

"Sounds like a plan." Girlfriend smiles and takes his hand, swinging their arms between them. A waitress comes by quickly, helping them pack their barely eaten dinners and shooing them out of the bar. As they leave, Boyfriend passes by Server-chan, her expression still looking exhausted as their eyes meet. But despite this, she smiles when she sees him, and he hopes she had fun too during his show.

He and Girlfriend walk for about five minutes before a limo pulls up beside them. She sighs and turns to hug him tight, her face buried in his shoulder before she kisses him softly.

"Thanks for the lovely night," she whispers, soft and tender as the warmth from her cheek seeps through his shirt. "It really was the best night of my life."

"I'm glad then," he whispers back, pressing a kiss to her temple. "'Cause I'm gonna make sure I make every night the best night of your life from now on."

She giggles, pulling herself away reluctantly before climbing into the limo. He watches as it drives away into the night, leaving him alone.

The night air is cold and brisk, but he finds himself warm regardless. A smile wide and bright on his face as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, a tune coming out in the form of a whistle as he walks home.

What a night to remember.

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The Night We Met - Episode 2

pairing : Taehyung x OC genre : bodyguard!au, singleparent!au, idol!au word count : 2.5k summary — You witness Taehyung and his niece’s relationship evolve and meet Hwiin.

Prologue | ep.1 | ep.2 | ep.3 | ep.4 | ep.5 | ep.6 | ep.7

The sun shines brightly this morning, even birds can be heard in the quiet apartment. Taehyung rolls over in his sleep and suddenly crashes on the floor in a heavy thud.

“Ow… What the-” He grumbles loudly, squinting an eye open to make sense of his surroundings right after the brutal awakening.

He slowly lifts himself on his hands and knees to look at the bed and notices Hina had invaded his already quite small part, they had agreed on, in her sleep.

“What even is that position?” He mumbles, now able to make her out in the dark room. Her tiny feet facing him as they twitch a little. Surely the way used to get rid of me, he thinks.

Taehyung stands up cautiously like an old person, massaging his hurting shoulder. His limbs are stiff and heavy with slumber but he resists the temptation of the warm sheets to get breakfast ready.

After a quick passage in the bathroom to freshen up, he walks in the kitchen and has the water in the kettle heating first. Music’s playing very softly from his phone while he prepares food consisting of soups, cooked rice, strawberries and other side dishes.

He’s busy setting the table when he hears noise coming from the dark corridor.

He looks up and stills, feeling his heartbeat picking up. The chopsticks slip from his hand at the scary sight before him.

A weird looking shape is carefully walking his way, wrapped in what he guesses as a thick blanket rendering the strange creature menacingly imposing.

Taehyung blinks his daze away as it comes to light.

“Oh,_____. Good morning,” he smiles lightheartedly. “I didn’t recognize you.”

You mutter something back, walking by him like he isn’t even there and head to the kitchen counter. He watches you reach for his cup.

“Wait, this i-”

You spit out the bittersweet drink, disgusted. “That’s not coffee,” you grunts confused.

“That’s a tea I make for my voice-” He trails, looking at the mess you’ve just made. He smiles again, “don’t worry I’ll clean that.”

“Bkjhn- coffee- skjvnjf- wait here.” You go sit on the nearest couch.

He stops mid-mopping to object but indirectly meets the threatening look of the scary blanket creature and simply nods.

Hina shows up a little after, hair sticking everywhere, and observes for a long time the interesting sight you offer.

When Taehyung eventually puts the lovingly prepared breakfast on the coffee table, he realises another blanket creature has made its appearance, looking quite adorable he must say.

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Taehyung goes to answer the door when the doorbell rings.

Hwiin instantly meets his eyes, noticing right away how good-looking his complexion is. He looks rested and not so despondent anymore.

He smiles softly, “come in, don’t stay out there.”

She’s glad and for a second, she feels her heart warming up at his familiar appeal.

She snaps out of it and walks inside. It’s only been a week or so since her latest visit but his apartment looks nothing like before apart from the loud T.V.

Although the least that had to be shared had been summed up in an official announcement by the agency to explain Taehyung’s temporary retirement, they had all agreed on not wanting any media to share anything concerning directly or indirectly his brother’s death and keep a very low profile regarding Taehyung having Hina’s custody for as long as possible. This meant not to be seen out together, not to tempt any ill-intentioned stranger.

She trips on one of the toys laying around and catches herself by grabbing hold of his arm.

He doesn’t note the effect the sudden closeness has on her and bends down to take the toy away. He grunts, “sorry ‘bout the mess.”

She smiles awkwardly to herself while taking off her beanie and scarf when you eventually catch her eye.

“Who’s that?”

Taehyung glances your way in the living-room where you’re busy doing your fitness routine with Hina gazing at you closely and it pulls a grin from him.

“_______. Seojun’s replacement… Your savior.”

Hwiin stares at you too long for her own liking before turning around to frown at him. “What happened to him?”

“Family stuff.” He walks around the counter and takes a cup to pour some tea for her as he always does when she visits.

“And she lives here? With you?”

“I thought it’d be practical because I don’t really know what my schedule is these days. And she’s just moved to the city.”

She drops her handbag on the counter and sits on one of the stools. She lets the warmth of the cup heat her cold palms and waits for him to look away to get another glimpse at you that unintentionally turns into a subtle glare.

She can’t help but start to make assumptions about you while you’re stretching your fit body.

“She’s really into exercising,” she gets startled by his voice and can hear his grin and it makes her eyes roll. She turns back again. “I don’t know how she keeps doing that every morning.”

“Is that even… appropriate?” She trails, seeing a mental image of your revealing outfit. “I mean her living here doesn’t allow her to be unprofessional.”

He frowns a little at her, amused. If only she knew, he thinks. “I don’t really mind. Plus, if she can help keep Hina from turning into a couch potato...”

She remains silent and sips on her hot beverage as he tries to quickly change the subject.

“I’m almost done with the custody papers by the way. So we should get back to work in a short while.”

“It’s good to hear. The agency shared a couple of things about your activity for the next few weeks but nothing’s final.” She hesitates, “but are you… ready-ready?”

“I think I am. M’definitely in a better place. I think _____ helps a lot. She’s a breath of fresh air. And I think work will help me get out of my head.”

“Good.” Hwiin smiles half hearted.

“Oh, I think she’s done. Come, I’ll do the introductions.”

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The next day, Hwiin is back at the apartment with work papers and her laptop in her arms — now that Taehyung’s comeback is around the corner, she doesn’t want to waste any time. She frowns when she doesn’t recognize his voice behind the door.

“What was it again…” She hears mumbling followed by numerous electronic bips. The door unlocks and reveals yourself when you pull it back.

You stare blankly at her, a lollipop wedged against your cheek. “Yes?”

Hwiin doesn’t know what to say and frowns when you’re still not moving an inch. “Can I come in?”

“Who are you?” You ask right after.

“What do you mean “who am I”? We met yesterday.” She complains dumbfounded. “It’s me. Hwiin.”

She hears footsteps coming her way and you slam the door right before she gets to see anything.

“No, Hina. Go back,” she hears you order. “This is probably an intruder or a dangerous person.”

“What?” She exclaims to herself, an angry look directed at the door. “Let me in.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Where’s Taehyung?”

“He’s out.”

“What in the-” She mumbles to herself, fetching her phone in her purse very annoyed. She thumbs on his phone. “Taehyung, yes. Can you please tell your bodyguard that I’m not a threat and to let me in? Stop laughing!”

“Yes?” You answer again when she knocks.

“I have your boss on the phone, maybe he’ll convince you if you agree to speak to him.”

You open the door wide enough to take the device from her and close it again. Hwiin is tapping her foot impatiently. You eventually let her in and she snatches her phone from you while you stare at her with an unbothered look, still sucking your candy.

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Later that day, dinner’s served.

“You shouldn’t force her,” you comment from your position at the end of the dining table.

Taehyung hasn’t had a moment to himself the second he’s come back from his running errands, from the long hours he’s spent with his manager to get updated to preparing dinner, and it didn’t take long for you to understand cooking isn’t his forte. You’re now witnessing his struggle to have Hina eat any of the food to no avail.

The little girl seems intent on draining him from the last remnant of energy left in his being. Taehyung wonders how he’d be able to put up with her when he goes back to working.

She refuses each of his attempts, twisting her neck one side or the other. This time around, he’s made sure not to have the plate too close to her so she wouldn't dirty him.

“She has to eat,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes on his niece. “Come on, open your mouth.”

She kicks her legs the whinier his voice gets. When the spoon isn’t prodding her lips, she stretches her arms towards the plate in his hand.

“No hands.” He warns and moves the plate closer to him which has her writhing in her seat out of irritation.

The bubble gum bursts softly and shrivels on your lips. Face prompted in your palms, a thought crosses your mind. “Why don’t you let her use her hands?”

“I don’t want her to pick up some bad habits.”

You blink blankly at his profile. It’s obvious he’s getting tired but he only gets himself to blame.

“Just let her this one time,” you encourage.

Defeated, Taehyung unwillingly listens to you, positioning the plate on the table of the baby chair and her whimpers immediately stop.

“See? She just wants to feed herself, silly.”

Hina looks up to frown at him, points a tiny finger in his direction and repeats with a pout, “siwy!”

A silence falls right after, during which he stares at her, dumbfounded.

The spoon slips from his fingers. She uses her hand to grab the square-cutted vegetables from her plate. A glint of amusement wrinkles your eyes the longer you watch him.

“Hina! You just said your first word!” Taehyung exclaims at the little girl looking up with big round eyes, confused, and busy stuffing her small mouth.

You pinch your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

He flinches the next second and frowns at her, “wait, you shouldn’t call me that.”

He looks at you when he hears you giggle and falters a quick second. Taken aback by the pleasant sound, he realizes it’s his first time he sees you laugh. He likes hearing it.

He quickly goes back to scolding mode, “what are you laughing at? It’s your fault she did that.”

“I did nothing,” you trail, calming down and not feeling a bit regretful.

“Siwy!”

He whines flustered, “Hina, stop calling me that!”

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You knew nothing about their relationship, except that he was her uncle and she lost her father. Right after Taehyung welcomed you in his home, you didn’t talk if you weren’t spoken to and simply lingered around when needed. You preferred to keep to yourself and not meddle but Taehyung seemed to lack when it comes to raising children or even just one.

He acts like he wants to succeed in everything and would feel miserable every time he’d think he failed. You have been hired to protect Hina if she needs to be out in his company but you also naturally want to assist and support him in your own way. After all, no one’s around to help and it’s not like Hwiin and Hina share affectionate bonds.

Taehyung’s watching T.V when you walk back in the living-room with his niece after her shower. Her refusal when he suggested he’d take care of it surprised him but he trusted you enough to let her have it her way. The little victorious smile you offered him left him flustered right after you’d closed the door in his face not to give him any time to react. He had no choice but to go rest and wait.

His eyes carefully rake your figure dressed in short shorts and a tight-fitted tank top from head to toe. He notices your hair’s wet and your braless breast and he blushes when mental pictures suddenly flood his mind.

Hina breaks his trail of embarrassing thought as she bounces her way and lunges on his lap, the flowery scent coming from her envelops him. She seems a lot more open around him already.

“You not tired, you?” He smiles lazily while she tries to climb in his lap. She shakes her head.

You go sit on the couch perpendicular to the one he’s sat on.

“Ow, ow,” his whimpers have you looking back at him. “You’re hurting me, Hina. Why are you so hyped right now? You're supposed to be in bed at this hour.”

He can’t help but feel a little confused having to put up with Hina’s unfamiliar behavior and your arousing presence.

Amused, you gaze at her pulling on his shirt to help herself stand up on his thighs and pinch his face as she whines her objection. You look away before he realizes you’re watching them.

It takes no more than ten minutes for her to show the first signs of somnolence. He lays her in his arms and stands up.

“Let’s put you to bed.”

She knuckles her eyes, “no- daddy…”

He looks panicked for a second and dares a quick glance your way but it seems like you haven’t heard her so he keeps walking to his bedroom.

Hina falls asleep a couple of minutes after he’s tucked her in. Taehyung isn’t sure about returning to the living-room. He’s come to enjoy being in your company but is afraid about you noticing the effect you have on him.

The lights and T.V are still on when he comes back and you’re still there but you’ve moved closer to his seat and laid on one side. He walks around the couch to sit near the armchair. He’s barely returned that he starts tapping the tips of his fingernails, thinking of a way to make conversation.

“She already asleep?” You yawn.

“Like a log,” he smiles and then there’s silence. “I’m happy, she is more comfortable but-”

“But?”

“I don’t know about her... calling me-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you cut him off sleepily and he looks at you. “Let her if she feels like doing so. Do you mind her doing it?”

“I don’t really know. I mean she’s like a daughter to me but I don't want her to forget about her dad.”

“She won’t. When she starts asking you, tell her. But for now, I think it’s best you just bring the love and comfort she needs. She needs familiarity in these times. She’ll make her own decision when she’s older. Much older. Give yourselves time. You’ll get even closer.”

“But my job will keep me from her.”

“Then make some time. From what I understood, you don’t want anyone to babysit and you’ll never get the life you had before. You have to find time if you want her to get close to you.” You meet his eyes. “And you should enjoy your moments together. Not torture yourself about the- “right” thing to do… because it doesn’t exist. You’re doing good.”

Taehyung thinks about your words but hasn’t quite the time to process them as you stand up and stretch.

“I feel sleepy…” You yawn. “Goodnight, Taehyung.”

“Goodnight.”

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tearsofgrace · 4 years

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The Truth Hurts But Lies Hurt More

i know I KNOW that the next ep the difference of opinion is whether or not jack can be sacrificed (thanks mae and clara). BUT. DEAN WOULD NEVER FUCKING SACRIFICE JACK

so here. it’s a fix-it that is ALL OVER THE PLACE and very badly written i apologize in advance

wc: 1.3k, tags: almost love confessions, dean is a good dad, dean/cas are planning something idk

also on ao3

“Hey,” Caitlin said, her tone suddenly shifting. “That thing,” she paused, turning to face him. “Were you scared?”

Dean shook his head and smiled a little. At least this one he could answer honestly now. “Always am.” It wasn’t for him though. He was never scared for him. He was scared someone around him would get hurt. They would get hurt and it would be all his fault because he wasn’t good enough to protect them, to save them.

A smile slowly filled her face and she nodded before saying, “You have changed.” Dean stared back into her eyes, a question on his face. So she went on. “The old you never would have admitted that.”

“Well, I’m not sure that’s a good thing,” he said, mainly because he didn’t know how to respond. Yeah, he’d changed. After the sixth or seventh apocalypse it was kind of expected.

“I think so,” she said softly. “What do they say about getting older? You tell the truth more because you know that lies… they don’t make anything better.”

Dean gulped at that and looked at the floor. She wasn’t right. Lies made a helluva lot better. He pulled her into a hug, his mind spinning. There were so many lies in his life. And there were some he could come clean about, some he had to come clean about… but there were some he’d been waiting years to come out with. So maybe he could start there.

He didn’t know if when he got in the car, he could tell Sam the truth. Tell him that Jack had to die for this plan. And that was the worst part… even if he told Sam, he would just have to pile on more lies. Because this plan with Cas, the only way for it to work was if no one knew.

Lying to Billie, that had been easy. Maybe too easy. Because there was a small part of him, a part he hated more than anything, that hated Chuck just enough to make this seem okay. But that’s all it was. Just a small part for him to cling to when he lied to everyone around him except Cas. Because after everything, there was no way in hell that he was okay with Jack giving himself up. Or any of his family, for that matter. But especially Jack.

Jack was his son now. That was final. He wasn’t letting his kid sacrifice himself to save the world. And he knew it would be hard to convince Sam he was okay with it. To keep him in the dark. And yeah, he knew his brother would be pissed. But Cas had said it was for the best. And Cas didn’t like secrets… not after he’d lied to them for a whole year. So if Cas thought this was best then it was best.

He and Cas had made the plan quickly. Too quickly to talk about anything else. Which Dean was grateful for, because he’d been just about ready that night. Just about ready to bite the goddamn bullet already.

The phone wasn’t ideal. Hell, the fact this was about 8 years too late wasn’t ideal. But he had to. He was a grown ass adult, he could talk about his feelings.

Still, his mouth got a bit drier with every ring. This could ruin everything. Everything. And here he was about to confess when there wasn’t even something pushing him. When there was a world-ending crisis looming. This wasn’t the time.

He had decided to hang up when there was a beep and he heard a voice on the other side of the phone.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Cas,” he breathed. Because with those two words, everything seemed a bit more okay. This other way, this plan, it would work. Jack would be okay.

“Is everything okay? You never answered my text.”

“I know,” Dean said quietly.

“You have to tell him something. Or he’ll figure it out. You have to tell him, Dean.”

“I will, Cas,” he said forcefully, his heart pounding in his throat. He could do this. He’d just killed an ancient witch for fuck’s sake. He could do this.

There was silence on the other end. He could hear Cas’ breaths, could almost see his brow furrowing in concern. When Cas spoke again, his tone had softened and his voice was lower. “Why did you call me?”

His mind froze. He couldn’t do this. “One sec, I have to walk outside.” As the words left his mouth he rolled his eyes. He was really terrible at stalling when it counted.

“Okay?” Cas said.

Dean pushed through the glass doors of the lobby, his hands sweaty and shaky. When he got outside, he waved to Sam and gestured to the phone. Then he walked around behind the building and leaned heavily against the cool brick.

This was stupid. There was no way he could do this now. This wasn’t something that could just happen. He needed a big moment. He needed a push.

Lies… they don’t make anything better.

But this wasn’t a lie. Sam, Cas, Jack, no one had ever asked him, not outright anyway, about how he felt about Cas. None of them had ever asked him if he was just into chicks. So it wasn’t lying. But it still wasn’t making anything better. And if there was a chance that Cas-

No. He couldn’t let himself think that far ahead. That was hope. And hope leads to devastation every goddamn time.

“Are you still there?” Cas asked, the sound of a car door shutting ringing through the tiny speaker on his phone.

“Yeah, I- Do you need to go? You can go…” It would be so much easier if Cas just hung up. Because if he stayed on… Dean was going to do it.

“Why did you call me?” Cas sounded slightly more impatient now, but Dean sensed the underlying message. Cas knew him better than anyone. He knew he was deflecting. Knew he had a real reason for calling. And it didn’t matter what the angel was doing, for whatever reason he would stop and he would listen to Dean.

“I-” Dean took a deep breath and pushed himself against the brick wall. It was cold outside, but not unbearably. Still, a coldness was seeping through his limbs even as he started sweating more than before. “I want to tell you what I was going to tell you in Purgatory.”

“I heard your prayer,” Cas said quickly.

“No, I know that. But it wasn’t just that.” He might have imagined it, but he thought he heard Cas’ breathing pick up on the other end of the line. Maybe he’d already guessed what was coming next. It didn’t matter though. “I needed to tell you that I’m-”

The line went dead with a long beep. The kind that rings through a hospital room as a soul leaves the Earth.

“Cas?” he whispered. There was nothing on the other end, just silence.

His phone buzzed and he pulled it away from his ear. There was a new text from Cas.

There’s something you don’t know. We need to talk. In person.

“I’m in love with you,” Dean finished to himself. Then he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Cas was lying to him again. And he’d known. He’d known what Dean was going to say and he didn’t want to hear it. Dean bit his lip and let his head fall against the brick wall.

Then he walked back to the car, trying to gather himself. Because he had to tell another lie. And he wasn’t ready for Sam to be pissed. Wasn’t ready for his brother to think that he wanted to sacrifice his son, when that wasn’t true. Couldn’t be true. And now Cas didn’t know either.

Even as he set out to come clean, his web of lies was just growing in strength, wrapping around him until he suffocated. Lies were for other people. They made it better for them. They had to.

But for him? Lies were stopping him from being with the love of his life. They were stopping him from being honest with his brother. They were setting him on the path to ruin relationships with every member of his family.

Lies didn’t make anything better.

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k0dzukwen · 3 years

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ʚ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 ɞ

- ”I would’ve never thought I would have to say goodbye to my paradise so soon...”

pairing: tendou x gn!reader

genre: angst, tragedy

word count: 1.7k

song inspo: mr. loverman by ricky montgomery mixed with as the world caves in by matt maltese

warnings: major character death, mentions of eating disorder, mild cussing, hospitals,

pre a/n: if you wanna blame someone for this idea blame rex orange county, jjk newest ep, and my bestfriend ANKNKA ok but fr...i was thinking of who to do for this for about like..30 mins, it was between tendou, kita, and atsumu. i’ll try to do atsumu tonight because i have a AMAZING prompt for him ok? anyways enjoy this :))

“I can show you everything”

You wanted to be shown everything once, you were so eager to go everywhere and memorize every detail. And there was one person who you wanted to travel everywhere with

Satori Tendou

You were captivated by him, thoughts of him fogged your mind daily and you could barely focus. You knew he was the one for you that day you first started as a manager and he offered you candy, along with asking if you read manga. His smile when you said yes and accepted his snack made you melt on the inside, you practically started floating when he sat next to you and started talking about character complexes and powers. You listened to him for hours that day, you secretly wished he had invited you over so he could talk to you more. You went to sleep that night reminiscing over every word, every sentence, every laugh you both shared.

Were you really that head over heels after one day?

As the days went by you and Tendou grew closer, becoming best friends within weeks. Yet the sparkle in your eyes when he smiled and laughed never faded, the warm feeling from being with him remained with you only growing stronger. You always fell too easily which left you vulnerable to getting hurt, yet with him you wanted to open yourself up completely hoping he would do the same. Months turned into years and before you knew it, You guys were graduating. Everything went by so fast you would believe you blinked and suddenly became a third year, now you were laying in the grass behind the dorms stargazing with your bestfriend who you had unironically fallen in love with. Have you told him how you felt? Nope

“Do you know what paradise is?”, Tendou stared up at the sky the slight light from the lights nearby illuminating his face and causing his eyes to sparkle

“Something or someone you find comfort in, Something you’re so addicted to just doing it or being around it brings you unimaginable joy. You can’t and won’t imagine ever leaving it or stopping it voluntarily” You sighed and looked over at him, gazing into his red eyes, “Why do you ask?”

He laughed and closed his eyes, breathing deeply “This is my paradise...I don’t think I’m ready to leave..” He opened his eyes and smiled, “But you know, This is a part of growing up right?”

“Ugh..” You huff and sit up, “What the hell is growing up anyways?”

Tendou sat up and shifted closer, leaning in so his nose could almost touch yours, “You aren’t old enough to understand”

Your face flushed a deep pink, he was so close to your face if you accidentally moved closer your lips would meet. You smiled at him and burst out laughing, laughing so hard you had to lay back down and hold your stomach. He laughed too, laying next to you and continuing to point out constellations like nothing had happened. What did he even mean “You aren’t old enough to understand”, he was only one year older than you so what did he mean?

Did you really want to know?

You never really understood the term “growing up”, deep down you wanted to stay a a kid forever. You knew that growing up brought unwanted pain and stress and even trauma, if you weren’t stressed with college enough you also had to deal with paying for bills on your studio apartment and making money from the cafe you worked at. And to make it all worse your best friend, the guy you were lovesick for was moving across the country to pursue his dreams

In Paris

You always asked why Paris, didn’t he want to go pro in volleyball? Wasn’t that his paradise? You knew you wanted the best for him but deep down you didn’t want the love of your life to move across the country, you knew you would both lose communication with eachother, you knew he would forget about you and you didn’t want to bear that pain. Yet he didn’t want to listen, he left to paris and exactly what you predicted happened. You started off calling him every day along with texting him, sending him pictures of what you did in everyday life. You didn’t have many friends so you often found yourself waiting for his reply, you knew his job was time consuming but impatience still got the best of you. Hours without a reply turned into days, the realization that you had lost your love ate at your soul. You found yourself skipping meals, and slacking off in school. You knew it was unhealthy and that you needed to stay strong but you couldn’t, his laugh and smile lingered in your dreams. You missed him dearly, but still couldn’t get the confidence to dial his number. One day you couldn’t take it and booked a flight out to Paris, you thought at the moment it would be the best option.

You never even left the hotel

You paced around the room, the TV playing in the background. You knew the chocolate shop he worked at and had a way of transportation but couldn’t bring yourself to go, what if he didn’t remember you? What if he had someone else? You tried to talk yourself up, motivating yourself to press the button

“God damn Y/N just-” You were cut off by a breaking news report, Your gaze switched from your hands to the TV. You squinted at the screen as it showed a report of a young male involved in a car collision, you didn’t even know what the instinct was but you ran out your hotel room down to the lobby, you busted through the entrance and started to run to the hospital the news report specified, tears welled up in your eyes as you ran praying that it was just a mistake. You prayed that the male in critical condition wasn’t who you thought it was, you stumbled and bumped into people as you ran saying a quick “I’m sorry” and keeping your pace. You arrived at the hospital and bust through the doors, running up to the desk

“Please miss, Who was the man involved in the car collision? The one in critical condition?” Tears pricked at your eyes as you stared at the woman in front of you expectantly

“Oh, at first we labeled him a John Doe but after further inspection we have confirmed the mans name is...Satori Tendou, We really shouldn’t give out this info but you seem like a family member or-”

The nurse continued on but you couldn’t hear, everything went silent as if you had just became deaf, Your knees felt weak and threatened to give out. It couldn’t be him, You shook your head and covered your ears despite the fact you couldn’t hear anything, everything started to swirl together like a fever dream. Thats right, it was just a dream, This wasn’t happening. You were gonna wake up from this crazy situation and go see your bestfriend, You were gonna finally see your best friend and he was going to be alive and healthy. Everything was going to be just fine, This was just a sick nightmare thats it

“Excuse me, this is his room. I’m sorry but he has about 20 mins left to live, he can hear but can’t move or respond to anything...I’m sorry”

The doctor patted your back and left the room, gently closing the door to avoid startling you. You hadn’t spoken a word since the news was given to you and of course, you didn’t take it well. You broke down completely, the nurses had to escort you to a room and try to calm you down

But even now you felt nothing but numbness

You stared at Tendous body blankly, gazing at all the tubes coming out of him, the beeping of the heart monitor and pumping of the life support machine kept the room from being completely silent. You felt tears well up into your eyes again and this time you didn’t fight them, you slowly walked towards his bed and gently touched his face. You could feel his face flinch and heard a wimper escape from his body, you let out a quiet sob and placed your hand over your mouth. You remembered how the doctor said he could hear you and feel everything

Feel Everything

He could probably feel the tubes and they were probably painful, He probably didn’t think that life was worth so much pain.

“Tendou...” Your voice cracked and you sniffed, “I’m so sorry...I should have been there..for you” You sighed and sat down in a chair, leaning on the bed “Did I ever tell you about my paradise? Well unlike you...My paradise was a person, They were super funny and their smile could brighten anyones day” You smiled at the last part, unknowingly laying your head on the bed, “They had am amazing laugh too...It was so contagious I learned to memorize it, whenever I was around them...I felt like I was complete. I felt like I had a life worth living when they were around, I loved them..letting them go was the hardest thing, but at least they were safe and happy...” You started to choke up, tears streaming down your face, “You’re my paradise Tendou...I’m in love with you and I want to stay here forever if It means I’ll be with you”. You looked up at the monitor noticing how it was slowing down, You didn’t know much about medicine and medical things but you knew that wasn’t a good sign. You gently grabbed his cold hand and squeezed it, you blinked through tears and opened your mouth. You didn’t know what to say until the monitor started to rapidly beep, fear shot through your body causing your tears to flow faster and your body to shake. You broke your gaze from the monitor and looked at Tendou, his skin was pale and you could barely see his face through all the tubes

“I would have never thought...I would have to say goodbye to my paradise so soon. I love you Satori, I’m sorry I was too late”

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post a/n: currently sitting here crying, i’m not even attached to Tendou like that and i’m HURT why do i do these things to myself i’m sorry to whovever reads this </3

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