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sugar-omi · 9 months

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Alright all your Cove and Baxter anguish has me FUCKED UP and I need some adorable Cove fluff to recover. How about a little about Cove and M/C as newlyweds coming home after the honeymoon?

at first i didnt know what to write but then i start thinking n.... pls i love this sm i hope it heals your broken heart <3333

tags : Fluff, cove loves you sm, sharing money (cove shares his money/bank acc w you), he's just in love w you theres nothing else to say

synopsis : how cove acts after your come back from your honeymoon

he's bringing you flowers everyday

at first he brings you a couple bouquets but you've run out of places for them so he just brings you one and add them to your collection.

none of them are the same either

so you have sunflowers, lilies, roses, tulips, peonies, orchids, and many many flowers all in one vase

is it a little ugly? probably. definitely. the colors and sizes n shapes all clash but it's the thought that counts

if you don't like flowers, are allergic, or you get tired of him bring so many...

he brings you food <3

I think one of cove's love languages is food

he brings home sweets like cheese cake or marbled cake

or fudge, or chocolates

or if you aren't into sweets like that, then he'll bring lunch/dinner instead

he's a decent cook, and even if you're bad at cooking he wants you to help him

lots of kissing n half burnt food (he takes whatever portion is burnt so you don't have to eat it)

and he tries to always bring u lunch

if he can't bring you lunch for whatever reason, he either packs one for you or sends you money for lunch

COVE: hi bby, have you eaten yet YOU: im ordering food rn COVE: i sent u 50 is that enough YOU: ?!*!&!(!? YOU: that's too much 😭😭 cove pls YOU: ill send the rest back COVE: keep ot COVE: it* COVE: my money is your money

he does this all the time now, in fact he'll even had you his card

which he's always done before your marriage, but now ge even gets you a card connected to his bank account too

he doesn't even care if you share your money w him too, he just wants to give you everything he has

like if you asked for his shirt in the middle of the store I think he'd ask why n then just give it to you

as if he was gonna say no in the first place 🙄💀💀

he just becomes so much more obsessed w you after you're married

always cuddling or touching u

if you're around your mom's they're always cracking jokes....

especially if you want kids they're all "we're gonna be grandparents soon at this rate lol" (even if u want to adopt or dont wanna birth/can't have kids bc you're amab or infertile or smth)

they just think they're so hilarious 🙄🙄🙄

does he blush bright enough there's steam coming off him? maybe

does he stop? nope!!!

loves you so much, he just needs to be close to you

HAS A PICTURE OF U IN HIS WALLET

omg....

prbly has 2 actually

one is of the two of you bc sometimes he can't believe you're married n he just needs to make sure life is real

n one is of just you in your wedding attire

will talk abt you to anyone who asks or makes a comment

this mf would prbly get a shirt that says "y/n's husband" on the front

even tho it's in small print on the front it's embarrassing.... like pls we get it you're in LOVE

he'd get you both jewelry w your wedding date on it

will hold you up at the door if you try to leave without kissing him

you've always gave him a peck before leaving but now it's WORSE

once he even stopped you in the driveway before you pulled off...

man's ran out of the fucking house in socks and unicorn print sweatpants

you roll down the window "what? what's wrong?!" cove, leaning thru the window and pouting. "kiss."

you look at him in shock n disbelief before you just laugh and kiss him

he taxes you two extra kisses for the trouble, he got his socks wet from running out here!!!

you have to push him off otherwise you're gonna be late to work bc you were too busy making out in your driveway

your single/divorced neighbors hate you

the teens idolize what yall have n their standards got so fucking high after yall moved in

n the old ppl laugh bc they've been there when they married and/or they find it amazing how obsessed cove is w you

if it wasn't such a bad omen or if you didn't disapprove, he'd get your wedding date or your initials tatted on his ankle.

maybe it seems extreme all of this bc I think cove just realizes how amazing you are sometimes n all his love overflows in this way <3333

no matter how old you get he's always gonna run out in the rain, snow, or sunshine n get a kiss if you forget

pfx by the time he's 80 he can't move as fast but he's hustling down the path before you can escape

if you do get away before he can get a kiss though, he is pouting when you come back

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #our life cove #cove our life #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader fluff #fluff

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butterbeerblurbs · 3 years

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hiii luv! hope ur well, just wanted to say i love ur blog and ur work <33 i love the deja vu au! can i request florist! reader being swamped with orders for valentines and fred surprising her with lunch one day at the flower shop and just stops to admire her in her element// passion ??? idk i wanna be a florist so this au is so cute to me :’) tons of fluff & just fred bewildered by his s/o :))

this is so adorable??? i love the idea!!! thank you for reading dejavu as well and for the kind words. it means a whole bunch (ba dum tss) to me! ;) hope you enjoy this little thing!

(i also think its so lovely you want to be a florist!!! you’re gonna do great babes!!! ✨✨✨)

the prettiest thing (f.w.)

💌: fred’s theory still stands true: you’re the prettiest flower he’s ever seen. 📝 word count: 1,175 words / fred weasley x florist!reader / 🌸valentine’s fluff :”) 💬: part of the dejavu!au/ff that i wrote but can be read as a stand-alone thing ✨

valentine’s day wasn’t something fred caved into apart from capitalizing it for sales to boost his business. marketing products specifically for the day, lovable (non-threatening) pranks that could easily be dissolved; it was just in his nature, he didn’t think much of the day itself. yet, when he got together with you, so blessed to think each day was a day to remind you how much he loves you, he didn’t see it as a need to go all out on valentine’s when... he could do it any other day.

a pinch of him caved in, though... with a nicely packaged lunch he may or may not have burnt a couple of times in efforts to make but decently pulling through for... you.

george already knows he’s lost fred for the day when he ‘claims’ he’ll take a while before returning after lunch. he sees his twin fumbling across the street to none other than his future sister-in-law’s shop.

fred lures by the window of your shop, watching as the light in your eyes are the brightest when you’re helping people with what you know best: flowers. your hands easily maneuvering around with trimming stems, filtering through flowers along with the aid of magic that filled them into bouquets and vases depending on what customers wanted.

he knows valentine’s day has got to be the day where you brought in most income but that also meant that you would be the busiest. his eyes watch as you complete order after order. effortlessly bringing smiles to people’s faces with the beauty of flowers. after that, his eyes shift to the most beautiful flower he’s ever seen. he’s certain if it’s possible to have hearts in his eyes, it would be right now as he watches you.

the way your smile lifts up, the corner of your lips delightfully spreading warmth. the strands of baby hair falling between your eyes as you speak to people; so nonchalantly breathtaking.

after a small pausing moment, fred pushes the door open to head inside. he smiles to the remaining people leaving due to the sign and announcement of ‘lunch break! back in an hour!’

he’s able to remain hidden from your view, however, until he arrives to the counter with a mischievous grin.

he’ll never, ever get tired of watching the surprise filling your system as he rings the bell after setting your lunch to the counter. your shoulders shift to a startle but you compose yourself rather quickly, setting the current bouquet you were working on to the side. you respond with words of yes, how can i help? and then you turn around to–”freddie!”

“’ello there, pretty lady,” fred grins, spreading his arms open for you to jump into and he squeezes you tight, half-dragging you away from the counter. your arms curl around his neck, clinging onto him as you giggle into his neck, loving to see him anytime he swings by... more so on valentine’s day.

“what’re you doing here?” you murmur, pulling back after he kisses your cheek. “here to see my favorite person, of course. didn’t think i’d forget it’s valentine’s, did ya?”

“the fact that it’s the–”fred joins you in unison–”the most marketable time of the year,”

“cheeky little thing,” he pokes your nose and chuckles when you do; mirrored laughters and fred feels his heart blossoming with warmth under your gaze. “doesn’t mean i can’t take advantage of the excuse to have lunch with you,”

your lips part to retort, only for fred to seal your words shut with a kiss.

“not that i needed an excuse,” fred smirks, internally swooning at the way you scrunch your nose at him with a playful huff. “but i do need an excuse to backup the sorry excuse of lunch i tried to make,” he snickers, hands guiding you by the waist to turn around to his packed lunch on your counter you hadn’t seen before.

if it was possible to make your eyes shine brighter than before, it would be now. fred feels all giddy inside watching as you undo the knots and unpack the food he’s made. it’s a simple combination of sandwiches, grilled vegetables and a lovely serving of fruits. fred anticipates to hear your thoughts but you only escape his grasp with a gimme a minute!

you return with... the prettiest god damned hand-made chocolate he’s ever seen. they’re an assortment of chocolate in color-coated glaze. hues of pink, orange and purple, spelling out quirky messages of mine, cute butt, what a nice face. all matching fred’s humor that he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to eat them because of how thoughtful and pretty they were.

“now our lunch is complete! a full meal and dessert!” you grin up to him, setting the chocolate next to his spread of food.

there wasn’t even a chance for you to ask him d’you like it? when he pulls you back into his arms and dips down to kiss you. the kiss knocking the wind out of your lungs as you grip onto his arms at the intensity he’s driving to kiss you. his lips expertly parting yours, tongues brushing and it sends the shivers tingling down your spine as you sigh into his mouth.

body growing pliant, soft, moulding to his and fred catches you. hooks you in; reels you close, pulling back with heavy breaths alongside you as he leans his forehead onto yours. one of his hands move from your waist to stroke your cheek with his knuckles, shaking his head against you with a sigh; admiring everything about you.

“what on earth did i do to deserve you?”

“sandwiches, vegetables and fruits,”

he perks a brow with a smirk, “and i’m worth chocolate?”

“that’s the highest of compliments!” you laugh, tipping your head back that fred has to bring forward. he leans closer and nuzzles your noses together, effortlessly shaking your heart in the process.

“do i get an extra serving of dessert later?”

“guess we’ll just have to find out, don’t we?”

yep, george was right.

he lost fred for the day the second he allowed his twin to step into your shop.

((just before fred’s about to head in but he feels a small tug on his coat, urging him to look down to his side.

easily a four to five year old, pulling at his clothes to capture his attention. he crouches down before the child, a hand reaching out to pat the kid’s head.

“mister?” the boy meekly speaks, blinking at him owlishly. fred grins, raising a brow, “yes, kiddo?”

“are you here to buy flowers for your valentine?”

“ah, maybe later. i’m here for one flower, though,”

“what flower is that?” he tilts his head a little, rather intrigued. fred chuckles and points ahead, over the flowers and past the leaves towards you. the kid doesn’t quite get it, only understanding when fred explains: “that right there, that’s my flower. the prettiest one of all.”

“she’s a flower?”

"to me, the only one, yeah.”))

#fred weasley imagines #fred weasley scenarios #fred harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfics #ff: dejavu #dejavu!au

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mayfieldss · 3 years

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It's perfect - Bucky Barnes

Warnings: None just a lot of Bucky fluff

AN: It's my birthday so i wrote a fluffy birthday fic

You awoke to the feeling of a gentle kiss to your cheek, a smile spreading wide across your face as you hear the familiar voice of the man you loved. "Happy birthday doll" Bucky whispers against your ear and you can feel his scruff brush against your cheek as he brings his lips back, resting his head on the pillow. Opening your eyes slowly the beautiful sight of Bucky in the morning hits you just like it does every day. The soft blue of his eyes and the warmth of his sleepy smile. His messy hair and his tired voice. You chuckle as you bring you hand up to meet his cheek running your fingers over his jaw.

"Morning" you mutter still tired but unable to close your eyes, the view in front of you being to powerful.

You feel the warmth of Buckys skin as his hand touches your waist and lingers there for a moment.

"It's my birthday" you mumble and the smile on his face grows, full of amusement and adoration as his pulls you into him.

"It sure is". He pecks your lips and you close your eyes as he presses a kiss to your forehead lovingly. "I have a surprise for you".

You lift your head up to look at him, a hundred thoughts running through your brain. "A surprise?" Your voice was soft with sleep and you snuggled further into Buckys chest. You could feel him smile against your hair as sleep crept up on you again and you barely noticed the bed dipping beside you as Bucky got up, unraveling you from his arms. You reached out for him moments later only to have your hand meet an empty space on the bed, the sheets still warm from his presence. Groaning in frustration at how cold it felt in the bed without him you pulled the blankets up over your head, enveloping yourself in darkness and warmth. Minutes passed as you dozed off multiple times waking only with the few loud clangs coming from somewhere in the house until finally Bucky returned. There was a gentle humming, soft and deep coming from the doorway and getting louder as he approached the bed. You recognized the tune as 'Happy birthday' and you pulled the covers down just below your eyes to see the man you loved so dearly holding a tray piled with food.

"You made me breakfast?" You gasp feeling heat growing in your cheeks as you blushed. The sweet gesture made your heart do flips and you pulled the blankets down the rest of the way as Bucky laid the food in front of you. "Buck you really didn't have to" you mutter marveling at the stack of pancakes. They were slightly burnt, Buckys cooking skills not being the best, but covered in syrup just how he knew you liked them.

"Anything for you doll" Bucky smiles as you reached out to him careful not to knock the tray of food. You give him a short hug and kiss him on the cheek before digging into the breakfast in bed.

"I didn't know what you would like so I made a bit of everything" Bucky scratches the back of his neck unsure how you liked the food he made. He knew he wasn't a professional chef but he had tried his best to follow the recipes that google had given him.

"It's amazing Buck" you mumble your cheeks stuffed with pancakes. "You want some?".

Bucky shook his head no, letting you enjoy the rest of your breakfast. He was too nervous to eat anything anyway. He felt sick to the stomach over the gift he'd got you, unsure that you'd like it. He had been doubting himself for weeks but Sam had told him not to stress saying you would love anything he gave you. Even though he knew what his friend said was true he was still worried. He watched as you devoured the rest of the food and he smiled at the fact he might have done at least one thing right.

When you looked up at him after moving the now empty tray aside, you reached out to pull him back into bed beside you. Bucky chuckled taking your hands in his.

"If your ready to get up I have something else to give you".

You shake your head pulling him closer "Bucky, breakfast was enough-" your words fail you as Bucky pulls you to your feet before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style out of the bedroom.

"Bucky!" You laugh as he spins around with you in his arms before dropping you on the couch.

You giggle, unable to control the childish laugh that escapes your lips, Grabbing a hold of Buckys metal hand and hugging it to your chest. "That was fun" you kiss the cool metal of his knuckles before letting him help you into a sitting position.

"Close your eyes doll" Bucky instructs as you grab a pillow and bury you face in it's soft material. You do as you're told not peeking, even once until Bucky brushes a hand across your face. "Open".

You open your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He kisses your hand like the old fashioned gentleman he is "For the beautiful lady".

You take the flowers and bring them to your nose, the sweet smell of pollen taking over your senses. "They're beautiful Buck".

"Not as beautiful as you" you look up, the cheesy line making you giggle again as you come face to face with Buckys lopsided grin.

Bucky moves up onto the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You lean into him as you admire the flowers, inspecting every petal in all its beauty. You feel the warmth of Buckys lips as he kisses your shoulder tenderly "I think it's time for presents".

You turn your head to gape at him "Bucky you really didn't need to get me anything".

You had never liked people spending money on you, as nice as it was to receive things and you felt unworthy of all the gifts he was giving you. Bucky had gone through so much trouble already to make you breakfast and get you beautiful flowers and you didn't expect anything more from him. But you should've known his hopeless romantic personality would have led to this.

"It's your birthday doll, I'm gonna spoil you" Bucky laughs tickling your sides before pulling two perfectly wrapped gifts out from under the couch cushions.

"How the hell did I not see those?" You frown as Bucky takes the flowers from your hands putting them on the table in front of you. "I have no idea" Bucky presses the first gift into you palm, a small box wrapped in sliver paper. You look up at him pressing a kiss to his cheek "Thankyou".

"You don't even know what it is yet" Bucky chuckles rubbing your upper arm. You could tell he was nervous about giving you whatever was inside the box though he was trying his best to hide it. "Any gift from you is the best gift Buck" you smile sweetly at him before Bucky turns your attention back to the gift, placing his hands on top of yours, you unwrap the box together. He watches as you carefully take off the lid a small gasp escaping your lips.

"If you don't like it, that's okay-" you cut him off "I love it Bucky" you speak eyes fixed to the small golden locket engraved with the words "till the end of the line".

You run your fingers over the small cursive letters before turning to Bucky.

"It's for when I'm away, so I can always be with you" Buckys voice was shy and he watched your face anxiously waiting for any sign you didn't like the gift.

"Is it too much? It's too much isn't it? It's okay if you don't like it, i can take it back".

You chuckle to yourself as Bucky continues to ramble on. Placing the box on the arm of the couch you spin your body round on Buckys lap so you are facing him. Putting your hands on the side of his face you kiss him, forcing him into silence. When you pull away you rest your forehead on his "I love it Buck. I absolutely love it". You visibly see him relax and he presses his lips to yours again as his hands find your waist. "One more gift doll" Bucky whispers, his lips brushing yours. You sigh at how much he is spoiling you and place your hands on his shoulders. "You have to help me put the locket on first"

Getting up from your place on his lap you pick up the gold chain, holding it out to Bucky before turning and moving your hair out of the way.

You can feel his fingers, both warm skin and cool metal working together to do up the clasp before Bucky spins you around. He goes in for a kiss but you shake your head.

"I wanna see first" you rush away from him and toward the nearest mirror to look at your reflection. You see the necklace resting perfectly just below your collarbone and you smile. Bucky walks up to the mirror slowly watching as you run your hands over the chain. "You like it?" There was just a hint of insecurity in his question and as his hands slide around your waist you look at the reflection of the two of you together. "Buck, it's perfect".

His lips upturn into a silly boyish grin and you lean back into his chest, thumb still tracing the engraved words on the locket itself.

"So tell me Barnes, what is this other gift?" Buckys chest vibrates, as he trys to conceal his chuckle of amusement due to your terrible attempt at interrogation.

Without saying anything he takes your hand and leads you back toward the couch. Once you were seated Bucky picked up the silver wrapped rectangle you had yet to open. As he hands it to you you shake the object like a child, trying to guess what the gift could possibly be. No noise came as you shook it and Bucky laughed at your puzzled frown as he sat down next to you. He watched ever so patiently as you unwrapped the gift and once most of the paper was removed you could see the cover of a book. It didn't look new but it wasn't ripped or torn and the pages were the soft brown that indicated age. You liked that. The title read 'A tree that grows in Brooklyn'.

"It was the last book I read before I got deployed, I never got to finish it" Buckys voice was full of memories and you pulled the rest of the wrapping paper away from your new precious possession.

"Bucky thankyou" you hug the book to your chest leaning toward Bucky for a hug to which he happily gives. "Happy birthday doll" his speaks resting his head on top of yours, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"This is the best birthday ever" you squeeze the book tightly in your arms "any birthday spent with you is the best".

Bucky feels warmth grow in his cheeks at your words and the worry that had been drowning him over whether you would enjoy your day dissipated as you lifted your head and he saw the joy in your eyes.

"Read me some?" You hold the book out for him and he takes it gingerly from your grasp before moving into a more comfortable position. He lets you snuggle into his side before opening the book to the first page.

Holding you close, he begins to read.

Happy birthday to me! I'm not entirely happy with this one but it's okay.

TAGLIST: @characters-deserve-better @posteyymaloney @agentsofsheilds @ladyfallonavenger @buckys2thicc

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thedreammweaver · 3 years

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When The Penny Drops (post 5x12 nygmobblepot, angst)

Warnings: broken bone, disfigurement, violence, intense injury

Ed’s breathing echoed in his ears as he ran, the footsteps of Harvey Dent and Batman behind him. He had been momentarily taken out of arkham to be put on trial as a witness to an escape Jonathan had recently made. While alone with Dent he’d managed to make the DA feel sorry for him and slip up. He was now, still in a straightjacket, running for his love away from those pursuing him. Oswald had warned that next time Ed was put in arkham he wouldn’t be helped. Oswald was afraid Ed was getting thrown in there on purpose to avoid him and needed him to prove his devotion by escaping himself and coming home. Ed didn’t know where he was now but it was a different building, he just needed to loose Harvey and Batman.

Ed managed to shimmy up in between a vat of something and a wall. When Harvey ran by he planned to push the tall cylinder of..something onto him. He could see that the label on the cylinder read ‘Ace Chemicals’ so at least he knew what building he was in. Ed was struggling to keep his position, his thighs burning from the effort of holding himself up, as he heard Harvey getting closer. When he felt Harvey was close enough he used all of his power to push the vat over which caused him to fall. Harvey managed to get out of the way but as the top of the cylinder hit the ground acid exploded out of it and all over Harvey’s left side. “Harvey, no!” Batman was running up now. He wanted to chase Ed who had gotten up and was running away but Harvey writhing and screaming on the floor beside him needed his attention more.

Ed struggled into the window of the Van Dahl mansion “Ozzie, I’m home!” He announced, expecting an excited bird to run up and hug him. “Ozzie??” He called as he got up, struggling with the straight jacket still on him. Ed walked around a bit and found Oswald calmly reading on the couch with a cup of tea. “Your husband has arrived!” Ed announced again. Oswald looked at the sleepy penguin beside him on the couch “Did you hear something? Cause I sure didn’t.” Ed tilted his head, confused for a moment. He figured maybe Oswald didn’t consider him having escaped by himself if he was still in the straight jacket, Ed huffed and stomped into the kitchen. He went over to the knife block and got himself into a position where he could cut himself free, making quick work of it. Once he was free he ran back into the living room and Oswald finally acknowledged him. “Oh, Eddie, you’re home!” Oswald said getting up to hug the taller man. Ed rolled his eyes and squeezed Oswald.

It had been a few days since the acid attack and Jim had only now mustered up the courage to see Harvey. As he entered the room Harvey was faced away from him, anxiously turning over a coin in his right hand. “Who’s there?” He asked.

“It’s Jim.”

“Oh...”

“Harvey, I’m sorry I wasn’t-“

“I have to kill him, Jim. I need to kill Ed.”

Jim stepped forward a bit “That’s not the way to cope with thi-“

“How would you know?!” Harvey growled, turning to face Jim “LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ME!!”

Jim couldn’t help the gag that rose in his throat as he saw Harvey’s face. It was strange, not like a normal burn. The skin was a greenish blue with pink veiny parts throughout and his hair on that side was burned a bright electric blue, the tips almost white. His left eye was more exposed and the left side of his lips were stuck in a pulled back position, exposing his teeth “Is it bad? They won’t let me have a mirror...”

Jim fumbled for a reply.

“You don’t have to answer, I know it’s bad.” Harvey mumbled absently flipping the coin in his hand “I have to kill him...”

“Harvey-“

“Just get out, Jim...”

Ed nuzzled into Oswald’s shoulder as he was gently bathed by the other man, they were savouring their time together after being reunited. “I heard about what you did to that DA to get here, you’re going to be in trouble for that.”

Ed huffed “I meant to wound him not disfigure him...”

“I wonder if I should go through the trouble of protecting you or not when the consequences arise..” Oswald teased, leaning over the side of the tub to kiss Ed.

“How is he?” Jim asked a nurse as he got to Harvey’s room. It had been a week since the last time Jim saw him. The nurse, who seemed a bit shaken up, shook her head “Not good. We thought he could handle a mirror by now but he’s been staring at it for the last eight hours..”

As Jim entered the room Harvey was hunched over a mirror in his lap, staring at himself. There were a lot of flowers in the room, the biggest bouquet was one of black roses, the tag having nothing but the bat symbol on it.

“Harvey?” Jim approached slowly.

Harvey didn’t respond.

“Harvey, it’s me, Jim.”

Harvey was still staring at the mirror. Jim was about to give up when he heard sniffling. “This can’t be happening to me...” Harvey whined shakily, tears landing on the mirror underneath him “He has to pay.” Harvey growled, his voice changing so drastically from whimpers to rage he sounded like a different person.

“I can’t let you do that.” Jim said flatly, not exactly thinking Harvey was serious at this point.

Harvey paused for a moment “I’d like to see you stop me.” He muttered before chucking the mirror at Jim’s head.

Ed was waiting for Oswald to get dressed so they could have a dinner date at the house. He was distracted as he heard something in the study. “Ozzie??” He called. Before he could call for Oswald again he was tackled by Harvey, only recognizing half of the DA’s face, he was dressed in the burned suit he’d been disfigured in. Harvey had both hands on Ed’s collar gripping him tightly “You thought you were just gonna get away with what you did, huh?”

Ed screamed for Oswald but Harvey quickly covered his mouth.

“I’m gonna rip out your guts and choke you with ‘em.”

Ed calmed a bit as he saw Oswald coming up behind Harvey with a knife but Harvey caught the reflection of the shorter man in Ed’s glasses. Harvey quickly threw Ed into a wall knocking the breath out of him and turned around to kick Oswald in his bad leg. The pain was blinding which caused Oswald to miss when he lunged at Harvey, making it easy for Harvey to grab him and throw him to the ground. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt people?” Harvey asked before jumping on Oswald’s bad ankle, definitely re-breaking it. Oswald wailed as the worst pain shot through him, it continued as Harvey twisted his foot on the already ruined ankle “You stay there, like a good bird..” he muttered before going back over to Ed, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.

“Wait!” Ed said, trying not to react to Oswald’s sobbing across the room “You shouldn’t be going after me!”

“Oh, really??” Harvey growled, already getting tired of Ed’s shit.

“Yes, I did this to you but who didn’t stop it?” Ed could see the gears in Harvey’s head turning “Batman was right there and he didn’t save you. Jim didn’t even follow when I ran away. They knew something like this would happen and they allowed it.”

“That’s not true!” Harvey slammed Ed’s back into the wall for emphasis “Jim cares about me.”

“He pities you. The moment anyone at the GCPD realizes you’re different they don’t care anymore, you’re just a freak to them now.”

“Jim..cares about me...”

“What about Batman? He was right there, Harvey, why didn’t he save you? Why didn’t Jim even try to save you?”

Harvey looked down for a moment and dropped Ed before walking away, muttering to himself.

Oswald hated being in the hospital but he didn’t want to risk his leg healing even more wrong. “I’m sorry.” Ed said as he sat by Oswald’s bed. “Don’t apologize, you didn’t break it.” Oswald pulled Ed into his chest, petting his hair. Though Oswald liked to tease he would always try to protect Ed when things were serious.

Jim looked up as he saw Harvey come into the precinct, he was in a suit that was white on his burnt side and black on the other “I hope you’re here to turn yourself in, Harvey.”

Jim was taken aback as a few goons dressed in the same half and half attire walked in, one of them handing Harvey a tommy gun “It’s not Harvey anymore, Jimmy. You can call me Two-Face.”

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler #nygmobblepot #Harvey dent #two face #gotham #reblogs appreciated!

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dream-of-kpop · 3 years

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Date Night with Daniel and Jihyo...and Twice

*Jihyo runs out of her room in a dress trying to clean the place up*

*Twice stays seated on the couch staring at her*

Jihyo: "No, it's ok guys. I got this..."

Momo: "It's ok, we weren't worried about that."

Jihyo: *cleans more furiously* "I thought I told y'all to leave? I have a guest coming over..."

Chaeyoung: "Well, I don't have any plans."

*the rest of the members mumble "yeah"*

Jihyo: "Then makes some."

Chaeyoung: "It's too late now."

Jihyo: "It's 7pm."

Chaeyoung: "I don't wanna bring up plans to someone at the last minute."

Mina: "True true."

Jihyo: "...Ok, if you guys aren't leaving then stay put and DON'T mess with my date."

*Twice stares at her unresponsive*

Jihyo: "Ok, I'm starting on dinner."

*the members look at each other frightened*

Jihyo: "AND DON'T SAY SHIT ABOUT MY COOKING-"

*for the next 30 minutes you hear nothing in the kitchen but sizzling, pots banging together, and cabinets opening and closing*

*someone knocks at the door*

Jihyo: "ARE NONE OF Y'ALL GONNA GET THAT?!?!"

Sana: "But you told us not to move-"

*Jihyo rolls her eyes and goes to open the door*

*Daniel stands there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand*

Jihyo: "Hey! You're here so early!" *hugs him then takes the bouquet*

Dahyun: "HI DANIEL!"

Daniel: *walks in and takes his shoes off* "Who was that?"

Jihyo: "Uh, Dahyun but just ignore her."

Dahyun: "Wow I didn't even get a hi back."

Jihyo: "HUSH- *turns to Daniel looking around confused* so are you ready to eat?"

Daniel: "Yea of co-"

Jihyo: "SHIT- *runs to the kitchen* sorry...can't believe I forgot to turn the stove off. Nothing's burnt."

Daniel: *giggles* "Doesn't matter. I'm ready to try your food!"

Jeongyeon: "Are you sure?"

Daniel: "Yes!"

Nayeon: "Trust us you don't..."

Daniel: "Wh- why?"

Jihyo: *seats Daniel at the counter* "You know what? Forget about them, focus on us tonight."

*after making plates for both of them, Jihyo sits down beside him to eat together*

Daniel: *takes a bite then flinches* "Mmm...the chicken is dry but tasty..."

*it's silent while they eat; the members on the couch just sit and watch them*

*Jihyo can feel their intense stares from behind, making her feel uncomfortable*

*someone's stomach growls really loudly in the background*

Momo: "Damn Jeongyeon..."

Jeongyeon: "Wasn't me, it was Tzuyu..."

Chaeyoung: "Y'all wanna order something?"

Momo: "Ooo I want Italian."

Tzuyu: "Same."

Daniel: *pushes his Chicken Alfredo around on the plate* "So...how has work been?"

Jihyo: "You know...JYP has us working a lot these days-"

Chaeyoung: "I'm getting it on DoorDash. Olive Garden?"

Nayeon: "Not a fan but alright."

Jihyo: *turns around staring at them angrily* "...Anyways, it's been tiring..." *turns back around*

Daniel: "Yeah take your time, I know."

*during a peaceful convo between the two lovers, another knock sounds off at the door*

Daniel: "So wh-"

Delivery Man: "HELLO? IT'S DOORDASH."

Nayeon: "THE DOOR IS OPEN COME ON IN!!!"

*the delivery man comes in, sets the hefty bags of food on the table in front of the girls and leaves*

Twice: "Thank you~~~"

*the girls tear into the bag taking bites of the warm and savory Fettuccine Alfredo they ordered*

Mina: "Itadakimasu~"

Tzuyu: *mouth full of pasta* "YeAh EaT wEll GUyS-"

Jeongyeon: "Thanks for the food Chae~"

*Daniel stares at their food practically salivating*

Jihyo: "Hey, you good?"

Daniel: "What? *looks Jihyo in the eyes then at his plate* yeah."

Jihyo: "You've barely touched your Alfredo..."

Daniel: "Really? Just tired that's all."

Jihyo: "You should head home and rest then..."

*very loudly, Sana starts playing an episode of 'Family Guy' off of her phone*

Chaeyoung: "HAHAHAHHAAHHAH!!!"

Daniel: "Yeah I think I should..."

Jihyo: *gets up and walks Daniel to the door* "I'm so sorry about all of this tonight-"

Sana's Phone: "Cool Whip-"

Dahyun: "OMG MY LUNG-"

Tzuyu: "Stop before you choke..."

Daniel: "Don't worry it's fine. I completely understand." *puts his shoes back on*

*he then pushes a strand of hair out her face and kisses her*

*they hear a shutter sound go off amid the loud noises of 'Family Guy' and Dahyun laughing*

*they both turn around*

Momo: *slowly puts her phone down* "Sorry it's been awhile since I've seen Heechul..."

Jihyo: "...*hears Daniel's stomach growl* Wait, are you still hungry? Do you want to take some of it to go?"

Daniel: "No, no, no- It's fine."

Jihyo: *opens the door* "Ok, call me when you get home~" *closes the door*

Jihyo: *turns around and looks at the girls on the couch* "So tonight was a disaster..."

*Sana pauses the episode on her phone*

*the girls give Jihyo their undivided attention all while being somewhat nervous*

Jihyo: "The loud noises of you watching 'Family Guy'...ordering food...talking loudly...taking a weird ass picture of me and Daniel kissing?!?"

Momo: "That was completely innocent."

Mina: "But you told us to-"

Jihyo: "Stop. You guys could've went to the mall or something."

Mina: *eats some Alfredo* "Girl, you know the mall closes at like 9."

Jihyo: *massages her forehead* "Forget it, I'm going to sleep. I have a headache..." *turns off the lights in the kitchen and living room and heads to her room, leaving the others in the darkness*

Jeongyeon: "Did she really forget about the plates and pans??"

Sana: "And turned the lights off??"

*a few hours have passed, now midnight, and they still haven't moved*

Chaeyoung: "Can we get off of the couch now? My back is starting to hurt."

Tzuyu: *moves Nayeon's foot out of her face* "I don't know...I'm kinda scared to..."

hyungwonthefraud

are they still dating? hope so-

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Hi, I'd like to request a Carol x R for prompts: 29, 34, 70 please?

29: “That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals.”

34: “You will never do something more embarrassing than that love poem you wrote when we were 13 and read out in front of the whole school.”

70: “You should break up with him/her/them”

A/N: I’m dodging around requests cause some are gonna take longer to answer than others and tbh I was a bit tired of writing series so I’m only gonna be working on one shots for a bit.

Today was supposed to be perfect. Carol came back from her mission and got the ring she had left to get made and it was just as she wanted. She put in in a small black box as she let Tony and the rest of the Avengers prepare for your arrival.

Today was going to be the day Carol was going to propose to you. You’d been together for about 4 years now, I mean after Carol came back that is. Before, you’d known her since you two were kids, you’d grown up with her and Maria and eventually you and Carol had started dating.

That stopped when she died, well you thought she did. You’d gone on the mission with Lawson that day, for some reason, the Kree didn’t take you even though you’d gotten powers, they only took Carol.

“Shit!” Tony shouted from outside her room, Carol signed, snapped out of her thoughts now.

“Language!” Steve shouted at him.

“What the hell happened?” Carol asked, walking outside her room after she had put a bouquet in the center of the bed in your shared bedroom.

“It was Tony’s fault.” Clint pointed out, stepping away from the currently massacred cake.

“No shit Sherlock.” Natasha commented, trying to hastily fix the cake. Steve glared ya her but she just rolled her eyes at him.

“I can fix this!” Tony shouted, running into the lab probably to get something.

Carol groaned, walking towards the mess of a cake. It was your fav/flavor cake with fav/color icing and she got it from a nearby cake shop which she went every year to get a cake for your anniversary.

Tony came running back with a bot and maybe 5 more attachments for it. Carol groaned again, but Natasha told her to go change, the rest of the avengers were in sweatpants and casual clothing, but it wasn’t their proposal.

Carol went into her room and put on the outfit she’d spent hours preparing a few days ago. It was a tied cropped white and red shirt with navy blue ripped jeans, the outfit she’d worn to the first date. She styled her short hair to look a bit more formal and walked out of the room.

“Thoughts?” She asked, the attention of everyone in the room turned to her.

“Nice.” Clint said, all of the other Avengers in the room gave her a thumbs up and returned to fixing the cake.

That was until the machine caught on fire, causing the cake and all the flowers next to it to catch fire as well as Tony’s shirt.

“You have got to be kidding me right now.” Carol growled, storming towards the fire and putting a large blanket over it in hopes to stop it.

The blanket caught on fire, ensue Carol swearing angrily and trying to find the fire extinguisher.

“Where’s the anti fire thingy?!” Wanda screamed, also trying to find it as she used her magic to prevent the fire from spreading.

“You mean the fire extinguisher?” Clint asked, also running around.

“Present.” You shouted, all of the heads in the room turned to you as you put the fire out, everyone around the table including Carol covered in it.

“I leave for what, 2 days and you almost light the entire place on fire?” You joked, putting the fire extinguisher in the right place.

You were met with a series of umm as all of them looked nervously at each other, Carol wiped all of the fire extinguisher off her by using the kitchen towel then tossing it to Natasha.

“Well this is probably the most embarrassing thing I’ve done.” Carol commented, you laughed and sat down in a barstool which wasn’t burnt.

“You will never do something more embarrassing than that love poem you wrote when we were 13 and read out in front of the whole school.” You joked, watching everyone around you wipe foam off of their faces.

“She actually did that?” Sam asked, getting a new towel from the kitchen.

“Yup, it was hilarious honesty.” You joked, about to tell the entire story when Carol stopped you.

“Y/n, I need to ask you something.” Carol said softly, almost sternly. All the avengers sat excitedly, waiting for the proposal.

“It really wasn’t supposed to start with an explosion but,” Carol began, rubbing her neck nervously before taking a deep breath and getting down on one knee.

“Y/n y/l/n, I love you with all my heart, I knew I loved you when I realized I enjoyed your company more than anyone else. The way you were able to make me happy effortlessly, your infectious laugh, everything about you makes me want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Carol got down on one knee as everyone else awed, you started grinning when you understood what was happening.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n, will you be my wife?” Carol popped open the box, all of her emotions getting to her as a small spark accidentally left her hand, causing the table to light up again.

“Honestly how is there even table left to burn?” Clint exclaimed, getting the fire extinguisher and spraying everything, including you and carol, somehow not hitting the ring.

You started laughing hysterically while wiping fire extinguisher off of your face. Carol was terrified as she wiped it off her face.

“That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals.” You commented, your entire team, your family laughing behind you.

“You should break up with her.” Natasha joked, taking a bite of an a cookie that was saved from the disaster. You saw panic flash across Carol’s face and giggled.

“Yes.” You stated, Carol’s face broke into a large grin, she put the unstained ring on your finger, pushing back some foam while doing so.

You got off your chair and hugged her as tightly as you could, the grin never leaving both of your faces as everyone cheered behind you.

“I love you.” Carol whispered, pulling away and looking into your eyes, anxiety leaving her body ever since you said yes.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, then added “despite the hazards it might have.”

“Shut up.” Carol laughed, pulling you in by your waist for a kiss which you happily returned.

A first kiss as an engaged couple was supposed to be the most romantic thing there was, for you it was a coughing attack because you accidentally swapped fire extinguisher from Carol’s lips.

But you were engaged to the woman you loved more than anything in the world, which was more than enough to make you happy. On top of it, the rest of the day was more than perfect, the rest of her plan worked out better than she had expected, it was amazing, you are amazing.

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antigenius · 4 years

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Forever

A/n: a long, overdue fic trade for @verytiredartist !!! I hope you like it!!

The red carpet was like a cloud. Your dress was billowing in the autumn wind, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in your hands. Your friends and family were on either side of you, smiling. You smile back.

You breathe in to calm yourself, and stare at the man who was steps away from you. His scarlet eyes were shy, surprisingly, and he couldn’t seem to look at you for more than a minute. A film reel of memories went through your mind, watching each and every moment you had together.

Your highs,

“’Suki?”

The winter air nipped your nose, twinkly snowflakes falling down. The world around you was covered in little white crystals. The cold made you shiver. He seemed to notice, taking off his coat and pulling you in with it.

“Wh-“

“Shut up.”

The faux fur on the inside of the coat made you feel warm. The smell of burnt sugar filled your lungs as you smile. You watched him help you put on his coat, doing the buttons and the zip. You could only just see the sliver of a smile on his face as he did so.

“… I love you.”

He froze. The zip was halfway done. You tensed, but you had been together for so long, it was okay to say it now… Right? His hands trembled with the zipper, small little crackles popping in his hand. You take his hands in yours, making him face you. His hair was frosted, but his eyes were burning. That was what you always admired.

He took your face in his hands, and closed the gap.

“I… l-love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

your lows,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Just shut up!” You scream, silencing the enraged man in front of you. You could see the steam coming his ears, his fists clenching and his glare piercing through your own. Your tears were making everything blurry. It was a duel. A duel to see who could stand their ground the longest, and you always lost. Not this time.

You rub your tears and grit your teeth, grabbing the keys from the hook.

“Where are you going.”

“You wouldn’t care, now would you?” You snarl, voice threatening to crack.

The fact that he was silent made you hold back your sobs. You had to be stubborn for once, he can’t always get his way. If he didn’t care then fine, you didn’t have to either. You begin to turn the knob, but you felt his hand grab yours. You keep your focus on the door.

“..What.”

“It’s raining dumbass, you’ll get sick.”

“So?”

His grip only tightens. He’s quiet, but you could hear every single thought vibrating through the air.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

His words made you snap.

“Don’t be an idiot?” You turned back to him, anger flaring through you. “Don’t be an idiot?!”

You jab him in the chest, pushing him back against the wall in fury. “You listen close because I’m fucking tired of you being so reckless and thinking ‘oh yeah, I’ll be fine’. You literally injured your arm Katsuki; you’re in a cast, and you just came home from the hospital but no, now you want to go work again. It’s like… It’s like you don’t know how much trouble that makes! Sure, maybe you don’t care but I fucking do! What if it’s not just your arm, it’s your legs, or your neck? Am I just supposed to man up? Be like, ‘my boyfriend was sooo brave’? I dunno, but I fucking want you here. I don’t WANT to be a depressed mess in a corner crying over your fucking remains because you didn’t think of me, so I’ll just get out of it now before I start caring.”

You walk back to the door, but he holds you back again, his grip only tightening further.

“Don’t be so selfish. There’s other people out there that need a hero, if I get killed in the process of saving people, then so be it. Of course you’ll be sad, but if I didn’t save them, imagine all the other sad fucks moping around. It’s my job.”

He pulls you back, making you face him. “I get it (y/n). I really do, but shit isn’t gonna happen if no one does anything.”

Your rage had simmered, having already exploded a while ago. He was right, but you were still reluctant to say as such. You slowly caress his face in your hands, tears slipping from your eyes again.

“At least rest you asshole…”

“Shut up shitty woman, I know.”

He presses his lips against yours, the embers of rage snuffed in calming waters.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

your first date,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Train to Busan?”

You read the cover of the DVD with curiosity. He shrugged.

“Looked like the scariest one you got. The rest were rom-coms or those sad sap films.”

You scrunched your nose in a retorting manner. “So? What’s wrong with that?”

He snorted. “What’s wrong? They’re boring! That’s what’s wrong.”

Nose still scrunched; you mumbled. “You’re wrong…”

“What?”

“Nothing, let’s just watch this movie!”

The movie started out scary, zombie outbreak, everybody’s running, apocalypse on-coming, but then it became dark. The antagonist kills everyone to save himself, losing more people along the way. Katsuki sighed, the movie had become predictable now. Without the essence of thrill or action, it was just becoming another sad sap movie. He was getting pissed at the villain though, just the thought of him made his hands crackle. He looked down at you. Your eyes were glassy. Tears had been brimming ever since the first death had happened, but you managed to just sniffle them away. They were getting stronger and stronger though; it was hard to keep it all down.

“…”

His eyes trailed over your red nose and trembling red lips. Red was his favourite colour. It was strong, it was powerful, it was a fervid force that could destroy all.

But at this moment, it was weak.

It was weak, it was fearful, it was small.

So small, it only coloured parts of your face. How could something so small be as powerful as they say?

A single tear dripped from your eyes as another beloved character fell victim to the antagonist’s fervent greed to survive. Your knuckles were pale in comparison to your heated complexion.

The movie ends with the antagonist getting what he deserves, dying at the hands of the zombies which grabbed him. The movie didn’t end happily though, with almost everyone dead, it all seemed hopeless for the characters left. The credits roll and you hear a tch from beside you.

“That villain pisses me off.” Katsuki growled. “Fucking greedy, saving his life but not caring for others, he’s a big load of scum.”

You swallowed hard as you nodded in agreement, breathing in to calm yourself. “It was a good movie all the same though, the plot was nicely done.”

“You kiddin’ me? It was boring-“

“Don’t act like you didn’t get scared at that first zombie!”

“What?! I don’t get scared shitty woman!”

In the midst of the banter, his eyes began to trail once again, but he noticed your face was still red. Red with anger, red with fear, and red with misery. None of those reds, however, could match the red of your smile. It was so strong, it overpowered all the other hues by a landslide. … It looked good on you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

… it all flashed in front of you as you face the man you loved.

“Now repeat after me, I, Katsuki Baku-”

“Argh, this is taking too long, gimme the mic.”

Katsuki took the microphone and turned to you.

“Look, you know I love you, shitty woman. I love every single part of you, no matter what happens. If I act outta line, or I don’t treat you right, hell knows what I’ll do to myself. Not to mention, I told shitty hair to kill me if I did so.”

His lips curled into a smug grin. “So now the only thing is, whether or not you want this to be a permanent thing. Being with me’s a privilege, so you better think hard.”

You laugh, the giggle escaping your lips as you hum. “I think I’d like that, Katsuki Bakugou.”

The crowd erupts into cheers and whistles as you sealed the pact. Life was going to be interesting with this man…

But boy, were you excited for it.

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tchalla-rogers · 5 years

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Charlie’s Angels

AVENGERS FANFICTION (eventual steve rogers x reader)

PART 2. Avenger at the Doorstep

previous part: PART 1.

next part: PART 3. PART 4. PART 5. PART 6. PART 7. PART 8.

MASTERLIST. | SERIES MASTERLIST

“Wait, let me get this right. Tony fucking Stark walked into your florist shop and you didn’t just bang him right there?” Claire screamed and threw a chip at you. You thankfully caught it in your hand and rolled your eyes at her.

“Sorry, we’re not all on the lookout for sugar daddies, Claire.”

“Hey, how else am I gonna pay for rent?” Claire asked and got up to check on the food that she was cooking for the three of you. Salia and you looked at her, almost as if she let it slip how she was making extra money. “Well, besides my job...and our job.”

Salia laughed and grabbed the chips from the table, tossing a few in her mouth. “I can’t believe we didn’t take that money for ourselves.”

“I mean we paid off the next few months of rent.”

“That doesn’t help the combined $130,000 left that we have left in loans,” Salia mumbled and sighed thinking about how much money she has struggled to garner. “Although, I guess it went to good use.”

“I mean I have a few extra hundred dollars from Iron Man, so…”

“That’s really gonna help with our loans!” Salia cheered in a fake tone.

Claire pulled her food out of the oven and hollered. “Food’s ready!”

“Better not be burnt this time.” You and Salia walked over to the kitchen and grabbed some plates to start putting your food on. It honestly smelled delicious, but you wouldn’t tell Claire that. No need to continue to boost her already big blonde ego.

A Netflix show blared in your living room as the three of you sat in your usual seats chowing down on dinner. You discussed how work went for each of you and you heard multiple stories about their dumb co-workers. You wondered how much easier it would be to hire someone else to work with you in your shop, but you didn’t care for thinking about paying more people. It was better to keep most of the profits to yourself and pay off bills for the store than worrying about other people. Claire was deep in her discussion when you heard banging from outside your apartment door. “What the hell? Can’t we just eat dinner in peace?” The three of you sat down your plates, grabbing the guns from your drawer by the door. Three people carrying a gun for protection was better than just one.

The banging continued and the three of you steadily walked to the door, Salia checking through the peephole. “The hell? This guy looks like Falcon...from the Avengers? What is he doing here?” Salia whispered, looking at the both of you behind her.

“Falcon?” Claire asked and she looked like she was trying to fix herself up a bit for the Avenger. “You think he’s looking for flowers for his boo, too?”

“Most definitely not,” you replied, placing your gun in your purse to drop the locks to unlock the door. Salia and Claire still comfortably held onto theirs but hid it slightly behind their backs. When the door opened, Falcon pushed in and slammed the door right behind him. He put the locks immediately back and looked at the three of you. Claire, Salia, and you stared at him in shock, quietly asking for why he barged into your apartment like this. For a few minutes, the three of you stood staring at Falcon as he heaved to regain his breath.

“Hello, ladies. I’m Sam Wilson,” he said once he had finally caught up with his breath. “We’re leaving...right now.”

Claire’s head moved to the side to look at you before starting to laugh and sticking her gun in her back pocket. She walked over to her plate and grabbed her food from it to take a bite. “An Avenger showing up on our doorstep...that definitely doesn’t mean good news.”

“No shit,” you declared, crossing your arms. Sam knew that you guys wouldn’t budge and almost became agitated.

“Look, I heard some guys in this bar down the street talking about how they’re going to kill all of you. So, we’re leaving...right now.”

“Yeah, and uh...how’d you figure that out?” Salia asked, brushing her hair back into a ponytail. She knew that Sam didn’t know much about their lifestyle and probably thought that this was him thinking that they knew the guys. Probably had some bad experiences with them and now they’re after them. But he didn’t know that they were definitely after the girls for some of the vigilante ways. It was easy to keep your identities quiet but sometimes it got out. It wasn’t a surprise when some enemies hired some other people to figure out where you guys were. You knew it wouldn’t take long.

“Hm, yeah...I don’t know. Might’ve been them talking about how they’re going to tie each of you up and blow your brains out and said the address out loud, too,” Sam was clearly getting frustrated, getting ready to simply leave without some stubborn girls in their twenties.

“I trust him.” Claire shrugged, walking to the door to stand behind Sam. Sam stood there, setting his hands on his waist to look at Salia and you for approval. You rolled your eyes, sighing and grabbing your purse from the drawer that you laid it on. “Salia…” Claire urged and looked right into her eyes. You definitely knew what she was doing.

“I’m so in!” Salia screamed excitedly. Sam looked at her and continued on as the four of you snuck out into the hallway to get to Sam’s car. By the time you got down to the first floor, Salia figured out just what Claire did and whispered at her. “You promised you wouldn’t do that, bitch.”

“Hey, three of us against a group of big guys isn’t something I wanted tonight,” Claire told her as they finally made it to Sam’s car. You groaned at the two silently arguing and buckle up your seatbelt. A gun going off rang in your ears as Sam pressed his foot on the gas. “Holy shit!”

Sam sped off in some direction to Upstate New York and the car was most definitely on your ass, not letting up. “Drive faster!” Salia hollered, grabbing her gun from her back pocket.

“You have a damn gun?!” he screamed, looking at her gun glistening.

“Yeah, we all do.” She rolled down her window and pulled it out, firing a few shots at the car and hiding when more bullets were shot. Sam looked over at you as you pulled the gun out of your purse and you rolled down the windows, too. “What you expect us not to have guns? We’re three girls living alone.”

You looked out the window and felt the wind whipping your hair as you shot at their tires. It took a few shots but you finally managed to get their two front tires and their car flipped. Sam most definitely was used to this but was still very shocked from witnessing three girls take down a car. You sat back down in the seat, huffing from the amount of energy that took. “You know Tony, right?” Claire questioned and you placed your gun back into your purse as if none of that just happened.

“Obviously I know Tony.” Sam was weirded out by the women he probably picked up that definitely knew how to protect themselves. “Why?” he looked in his rearview mirror to make eye contact with Claire.

“He came to Y/N’s shop today for flowers.” Claire patted your shoulder, talking in a fangirl voice. She still wasn’t sure why Y/N didn’t drop her panties for the man even if he was taken. “I’m a big fan.”

“Seems like everyone is these days,” Sam mumbled, driving off to the Avengers Compound.

***

At this point, you really couldn’t believe that you were sitting with some of the Avengers right now...on Valentine’s Day. And you couldn’t stop eyeing Captain America.

“So...any alcohol in here?” Claire asked, sitting with her legs crossed. Tony just got back from his Valentine’s Day date when he stumbled into a room with a girl he remembered and two he didn’t know. At this point, you knew that Sam initially brought you here to protect you until those guys would give up. It all changed when three of you pulled out guns and fired perfectly at a car chasing behind you, nonchalantly.

“Let me just...get this straight here,” Tony started, moving to finally sit down in his seat that he was leaning on. “Three girls have a big group of bad guys coming after them, with guns and you expect me not to think there isn’t something you’re hiding?”

“If you gave me alcohol, I probably wouldn’t hide it,” Claire mumbled and started yawning from having been sitting in this room for a while, waiting for Tony to get back. “Trust me.”

“Somehow I completely believe that.” Rhodey was scanning the three of you for any signs of something to question.

“They’re three girls living alone, why wouldn’t they have a gun?” Captain America asked, almost trying to back you up. You may have had your eyes on him this entire meeting, but you didn’t notice that he was watching you too.

“That 100-year-old brain is finally getting to you. A gun. Not three. With perfect aiming skills. I would like to ask for your consent to run some scans. Bruce?”

“You have my consent to do a lot more things, thanks for asking.” Tony looked at Claire with a disgusted look and you dropped your head in your hands. There was no way you would be getting out of here easy. It’d be better that they find out you’re enhanced individuals rather than the government.

The three of you found yourself in the lab as some of their medical team ran some scans on you. It was a long night and at this point, you really wanted some alcohol...or a lot of alcohol, for that matter. By the time the tests were finally completed, Tony had handed you a glass of whiskey and awaited the other two to finish. “She loved the flowers by the way.”

“I bet she did. Would’ve looked great in my room.”

Tony poured himself more whiskey and noticed yours was empty once again, offering some more. You nodded. “In your room? No Valentine?”

“Self-love is more important.”

“You should tell your friend that.” You laughed and sipped some more of the whiskey in your cup. “We’re after a few vigilante women and I could use your help. None of the other team members believe they’re a problem.”

“You buy a bouquet from me and suddenly trust me with bringing down some of your enemies? You’re running scans on us...for what reason?”

“There is absolutely no way that you three aren’t some sort of enhanced,” Tony chuckled and found the team, followed by Claire and Salia walking into the room. He rubbed his hands together, anticipating the results. “And?”

“They are...very enhanced, Tony. Probably a lot more than they realize. Results show that each of them has at least five superhuman capabilities.”

“How do you analyze that shit?” Salia questioned, standing between you and Claire.

“Who’s more powerful?” You weren’t surprised at all with Claire asking that question. She definitely wanted to be #1, as usual. The secondhand embarrassment you had from her talking left five minutes after you met her.

“It’s not about who has the most powers, it’s about who is able to control all of them to their full capability.” A woman said in the group with orange-red hair. You definitely noticed that hers was longer than the one next to her. The only Avengers you knew were the men because they definitely had you hot and bothered the most, unfortunately. But, you were thankful that the women were definitely making a mark in this environment.

“Oh, wow, finally a woman. I was about to say you guys are pretty sexist.”

“And at this point, I think you three have barely taken full control of just one.” Bruce pulls up on a screen your scans with a list of what they found. It was definitely a lot longer than you thought.

“Holy shit, we could’ve been in the Avengers if we knew about all of this.” Salia shook her head at Claire about how they all thought that they had this small power. When they first stumbled upon the powers they possessed after the frat party, they completely freaked out. Most of their experiences were out of the blue and they believed it was the only one that they thought they had. The superhuman strength shortly came after and that took a long time to figure out. But they have now hopefully controlled that, completely.

You were shocked by what you were hearing but reality hit you like a truck. “That’s cool and all, but that definitely wouldn’t happen, Claire. We have jobs. An apartment to go back to and I think our college would be after us even more if we stopped paying off our loans.”

“Fresh out of college?” Tony asked, crossing his arms at what you just brought up.

“A few years. Student loans don’t just disappear, unfortunately.”

Tony began to scratch at his beard, realizing how much money he had going around. “If we get Fury’s approval, join us. Once you actually work to take control of the abilities you have, I will pay off all of your loans.”

“And right now I’d be content with getting you guys out of that shitty apartment,” Sam said under his breath.

Claire’s mouth dropped as she instantly was all here for joining the Avengers. Tony definitely wasn’t going to be her sugar daddy, but he already got what she was hoping for. Salia looked the same as Claire, wanting to leave her job as quickly as possible. It didn’t make as much money as she thought it would and the co-workers had “sticks up their middle-class assholes”, as she said. You all knew that Claire was definitely fine with leaving her job at the law firm. The only reason as to why she got that job was to get extra money from the boss, but he had a wife who definitely had a criminal record. That was a path that she did not want to cross. But, you and your shop that you were thrown into...you weren’t sure that you wanted to give that up. “I won’t buy the shop from you, but I’ll get someone to put up some postings about the shop hiring. You can help choose who you think is a good fit. Keep the profits for yourself,” Tony said, looking straight at you. You don’t know how he trusted you so quickly through all of this. It was suspicious but you were glad that you didn’t have to give up on your shop.”

You nodded and the other two did, as well. The three of you sat beside the Avengers, not realizing you guys were the ones Tony was after. And he didn’t realize either.

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feafankids · 5 years

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Cato/Tempest Support Log (C-S)

The first two fankids in our long support log are Cato (son of Aversa) and Tempest (daughter of Frederick)! Written by Ruu and edited by Tana.

C Support

Tempest (neutral): Training’s done, the stew is simmering, we have plenty of firewood. Miranda and Jordan say the med tent is finely stocked, and same to the weapons tent.

Tempest (pleased): *sigh* Seems I finally have a second to myself.

Tempest: Ah, how lovely. A moment for me... Hm.

Tempest (neutral): ...

Tempest: No one will notice if I just... * leaves*

((Scene Transition))

Tempest (pleased): Ah, I thought it would be pretty here. I’m glad I could finally investigate.

Tempest: I know Papa will adore these flowers for sure.

(enter Cato)

Cato (playful): Terrifying Tempest, is that you?

Tempest (neutral): Huh?!

Cato (neutral): Of course it is. Why should I suspect anyone else.

Tempest (stern): How did you find me, Cato?

Cato: I looked around camp everywhere for you. Had a question about cleaning weapons.

Tempest (neutral): You were looking for me? Wait—You were going to actually DO something?

Cato (sleepy): Shocker, I know. My sword’s all scratched up.

Tempest: Well, there should be more cleaning rags and wax in the weapons tent.

Cato (neutral): Checked. Nothing.

Tempest: Hmm. That’s awfully strange. I suppose someone must have finished it off.

Tempest (injured): Well I do know one thing—

Cato: And that is?

Tempest: The innards of this plant here is used to make wax and provides a similar sheen. It would make your sword look better until we can see an armourer.

Cato: You’re a flowers-dork?

Tempest (neutral): I dabble in garden management. I spent many a day in my childhood amongst the forests of Ylisse.

Cato: And I’ve got a rag. Mind if I join you?

Tempest: If you wish.

B Support

Cato: Hey Tempest, thanks for that tip. My sword looks better than ever.

Tempest: Hm, I’m glad.

Cato: What was that flower again?

Tempest: Bathing Beauty.

Cato (happy): Pfft.

Tempest (please): Haha.

Cato (neutral): Hey look at me for a sec.

Tempest (carefree): What—*laugh* Cato why are you so close? Gods, just grab my face why don’t you.

Cato (serious): Your eyes are bloodshot.

Tempest (neutral): ...

Tempest (injured): I suppose I’m just tired.

Cato: Come to think of it, I didn’t see you come back to camp last night after cleaning the sword...

Cato: Tempest, were you out there all night long?

Tempest (stern): I don’t think it’s any of your business, Cato.

Cato: We marched today too!

Tempest: I’ve seen much worse in the future. A simple overnighter will not be the death of me.

Cato: Yeah but over-exhaustion will. You really should sleep.

Tempest (injured): I wish I could, but when there’s jobs to do I can’t sleep. And there is always work.

Cato: Why?

Tempest: Because it’s my nature.

Cato (disgusted): Bad Tempest!

Tempest (neutral): I beg your pardon?

Cato: Just because lazy buggers like me do our jobs horribly doesn’t mean you have to pick up the slack. That’s for the adults to worry about.

Tempest (remorse): But we came back to save our parents—

Cato (neutral): And they gotta put in the work to survive. We both do. And are you good to old Freddybear dead?

Tempest (Injured): Gods, you call him that too?

Cato (serious): Would he be joyous and happy if his daughter died?

Tempest: ...I suppose not.

Cato: Right. Now you’re enrolled in Professor Cato’s Relaxation Routine.

Cato (neutral): Now, what makes you calm?

Tempest (neutral): Doing odd jobs around camp.

Cato (serious): Not that.

Cato (neutral): You like nature right?

Tempest: Yes, I enjoy nature.

Cato (flirty): Then c’mon.

Cato: We’re going to pick flowers or something! Lay in a field or whatever! You’re gonna relax!

Tempest (stern): Cato? Cato! Don’t go into that patch!

A Support

Cato (disgusted): A...A...ACHOO!

Cato: This gods-damned rash is burning my whole body. Fuc—

Tempest (stern): I told you not to go into that bush.

Cato (distressed): I was tryna get you relaxed!

Tempest (neutral): It’s on your face too. Here, Brady said to keep applying the lotion every half hour.

Cato (serious): I can do it myself.

Tempest: You can’t see, now come here.

Tempest (neutral): My, you have very pretty eyes. Crimson, just like the autumn leaves in the north.

Cato (flirty): Sounds like you’ve been spending time with Kimi...

Tempest: ...

Tempest (pleased): There.

Cato (neutral): Why are you sitting back down?

Tempest (neutral): Because I’m going to stay with you.

Cato: You ain’t gonna run off and save the rest of the camp?

Tempest: No.

Tempest: My friend needs my help. A knight pledges herself to the people before the kingdom.

Tempest: A kingdom is nothing without its people.

Cato: ...

Tempest: Do you need anything?

Cato (disgusted): I want this freaking rash to stop flaring up but that’s not happening.

Tempest: Well I suppose we have time to kill then.

Tempest: May I ask questions about you?

Cato (neutral): Shoot.

Tempest: Why do you shy from my touch?

Cato (distressed): Gods.

Tempest: I’m serious. Every time you come close you seem pained. And when I approach you move away like I burnt you.

Tempest (remorse): ...Do I make you uncomfortable?

Cato (serious): *sigh* Gods...

Cato: No Tempest, it’s just some junk from childhood.

Cato: Nothing I want to get into.

Tempest (injured): Ah. My apologies.

Cato (neutral): I’m trying to get better. Hence why I was so touchy with you before. I thought you could help me with it.

Tempest (neutral, blush): Do I ease you?

Cato: You have a presence I enjoy.

Tempest: Thank you.

Cato: I probably should’ve told you.

Tempest (pleased): Perhaps.

Cato: I’ll try to do better. But, as a friend, could you just be a little easier with me?

Tempest: I will be as gentle as buds on a blooming flower.

Cato (happy): Thanks Temmie.

Tempest: You’re quite welcome.

Tempest: Truth be told, this confession makes me want to take your lessons to heart.

Tempest: We could both become better people together.

Cato (neutral): Oh?

Tempest: Yes. So you have to hurry up and get well so I can learn how to relax.

Cato: If it’s the healer’s orders...

S Support

Cato (neutral): Asters, violets, Black-eyed Susans... There’s scorpion grass and baby’s breath... Think that will be okay?

Tempest (neutral): What do you have there?

Cato (happy): Temmie! Hey...

Tempest: What have you behind your back Cato?

Cato (flirty): It’s just a little thank you gift. For taking care of the camp and me.

Tempest: I can go if it’s not ready...

Cato (neutral): Nah, just... Close your eyes? For me?

Tempest: Of course.

Cato: ...

Cato: There.

Cato: Okay, open ‘em.

Tempest (blush, pleased): A flower bouquet! How sweet.

Cato: I grabbed them for you. Astrid gave me some guidance.

Cato: I even gave her a high five after.

Tempest: That’s wonderful progress!

Tempest (neutral): I also stopped training with Kjelle before we both fell over. A vast improvement from working to exhaustion.

Cato: That’s really great Tempest.

Cato: I’m sorta proud of both of us...

Tempest: As am I. We’re both making great improvements in short time.

Tempest: These flowers look wonderful.

Cato (blush): You like ‘em?

Tempest: I adore them. May I?

Cato: *breath in* If I can try something after.

Cato: Thanks, but they’re your flowers.

Tempest: Yet you look lovely with them. Scorpion grass looks wonderful with your shade of hair…

Tempest: Anyways, you wanted to try something?

Cato: Right.

Cato: Close your eyes?

Tempest: All right.

Tempest (injured): …

Cato (eyes closed): ...

Tempest (blush, neutral): Cato, you took my hand and kissed it!

Cato (serious, blush): I tried my damnedest okay...

Tempest: No, no, don’t take it the wrong way...

Tempest: I liked it.

Cato (sleepy, blush): *sigh* Thank Naga.

Cato (neutral, blush): I think you’re my strength Tempest.

Tempest (pleased, blush): I was thinking the same thing.

Tempest: Perhaps we should stick together. I would hate to be without my strength.

Cato (happy, blush): Me too.

Ending

Cato, Feigning Fighter

Tempest, Devoted Darling

While still glared at his Plegian roots, Cato learnt to open himself up to touch even further. Scholars say that there was not a time where he wasn’t holding his beloved Tempest’s hand or by her side. When their army service was complete, they found land that backed onto a large forest, at Tempest’s request. The two lived out the rest of their days happily together.

#fe:a fankids project #mod ruu #cato #tempest #support log

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chaoticvisual · 6 years

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Girlfriend Ruins Food They Made and Feels Bad

Hyunwoo (Shownu)

You were trying to surprise your boyfriend by making him a home cooked meal after his long month of being on tour. As you left the meat on the stove to marinate, you went to set up the dinner table with some candles and romantic music playing. Figuring the meat should have more time to cook, you went to go freshen up and put of the new black dress you bought for his arrival home. You wanted something sexy but not too sexy. As you were finishing touching up your makeup, you hear the clicking of keys in the door. You rush out of your bedroom and open the door to greet him with big hug, “Welcome home my love!” He chuckled dropping his bags so he could rap his arms around you, “Jagiya, I missed you.” He paused and sniffed the air, “Is something… burning?” Your eyes go wide remembering dinner. You both rush to the kitchen where smoke is just starting to fill the kitchen. You start fanning the alarms while Hyunwoo turns off the stove and puts the pan in the sink and turns on the cold water. As the panic dies down, you hug your boyfriend around the waist, “I’m sorry about dinner.” He chuckles and kisses the top of your head, “That’s okay, let's order in and watch some movies, yeah?”

Hoseok (Wonho)

You know your boyfriend Hoseok had a very long week with dance rehearsals, interviews and getting ready for the upcoming tour. So, being the best girlfriend ever, you decided to cook his favorite meal and watch both of your favorite tv show. You decided to cook up a teriyaki chicken stir fry to surprise him when he came home. As it began to simmer, you went to change into some comfy clothes so you both could have a nice evening together. It wouldn’t be another hour until Hoseok was home, so you turned on the tv and watched a few episodes of a K-Drama you’ve been working on. You were so invested in your show that you didn’t hear the front door open. “Y/N? I’m home, what’s that smell?” Hoseok called out. “Oh shit!” You yelled out running to the kitchen, you completely forgot about dinner and there was smoke coming out of the lid of the pan. You quickly rushed over to the stove to turn it off. Hoseok stood in the door frame of the kitchen and just shook his head, giggling at you, “Was that dinner?” You looked at him sadly, “Yeah, I knew you’ve been working hard and I wanted to surprise you but…” He smiled and walked up to you to wrap his arms around you, “That’s okay jagiya, let's start over and do it together.”

Minhyuk

You and your boyfriend Minhyuk loved going out to eat together. Trying new restaurants was something you both loved to do for dates, but for this date you wanted to do something different. You both decided it would be fun to make homemade pizzas together. You both talked about your weeks while continuing to put all the toppings on your pizza. Once you were both satisfied with your beautiful pizza, you placed it in the oven and set the timer. You both decided to begin the movie you picked for date night and cuddled up on the couch. You don’t really remember dozing off but you both woke up the fire alarm going off. You and MInhyuk rushed to the kitchen, you went to turn off the alarm while Minhyuk grabbed the fire extinguisher under the sink to spray the oven. Once everything calm downed, you and Minhyuk looked at each other and just burst out laughing. “I’m sorry babe,” you said hugging him, “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”He looks at you lovingly and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s not your fault. Maybe we should just order pizza instead.”

Kihyun

Since your boyfriend Kihyun loved to cook, he was always making dinner for the two of you. Some days it was something casual like a nice bowl of ramen. Oth days it was something extravagant, almost like he was serving you a 4 course meal. But tonight you decide to cook for him. Nothing too fancy just simple sweet and sour chicken. You know Kihyun would be out all day with the boys at dance practice, so you had plenty of time to get the ingredients from the store and begin preparing dinner. You tied Kihyun’s ‘kiss the cook’ apron around your waist and turned on your favorite music as you begin preparing your meal. Once the chicken was simmering, you decide to go freshen up for Kihyun’s arrival home. While you were getting ready, you didn’t hear Kihyun come in through the front door, bouquet of flowers in hand, “Y/N?” You walked out towards where he was standing by the front door, a big smile on your face, “Welcome home. I have a surprise for you.” He walked over to you, setting the flowers down on the table, to wrap his arms around you, “Oh yeah? What is it?” He began giving you small kisses on your cheek, traveling down to your neck. Getting distracted, you completely forgot what you were gonna say, until he stopped kissing and started sniffing the air, “Jagiya, what’s that smell? Were you cooking?” You froze, you totally forgot about dinner! Rushing to the kitchen, you saw smoke coming off your chicken and your rice about to boil over. You turned off the stove and put the chicken in the sink in case it caught fire, “I’m so sorry love, I wanted to surprise you since you always cook for me.” He just chuckled and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, “That’s okay, I wouldn’t mind going straight to dessert.”

Hyungwon

You and your boyfriend Hyungwon were an odd couple when it came to cooking. Neither of you liked to do it so it was very rare when one of you cooked. Sometimes one of you would do it for anniversaries or if one of you wanted something special from the other. But today was just an average day, you were watching the food network and the chefs were making fried shrimp, which was Hyungwon’s favorite food. As you watched them prepare it, you realized how easy to was and decided to surprise your boyfriend. You quickly went to the store to get all your ingredients and hurried home so you could finish dinner before he arrived. You got to work, rewinding the cooking show so you could follow along. Once you placed them in the fryer you set a timer and waited. While you were waiting, you got a call from your best friend who you haven’t talked to in awhile. You talked on the phone for awhile, not realizing how long it had been since you put the shrimp in the fryer. You heard the keys jiggle in the door and got off the phone with your friend, rushing to the kitchen to pull the shrimp out of the fryer, only to see them shriveled up and burnt. “Oh no,” you whispered. “Y/N, I’m home. What smells so g-” He stopped mid sentence as he walked into the kitchen to see you and your super fried shrimp, “Oh no, what happened?” He tried to hide his laugh when he saw how sad you were about the shrimp. “I tried to surprise you but I forgot about them,” You said sadly putting your head on his chest. “Ah, I wasn’t in the mood for shrimp anyway,” He said kissing the top of your head. “Let’s go out tonight, you can wear that new dress you bought, and I can wear the shirt you like so much on me.”

Jooheon

Your boyfriend Jooheon had a long week with practicing new choreography and basically living at the recording studio, but today was his day off and you planned to spend the whole day together. It was still early and you wanted your boyfriend to get the sleep he needed, so quietly sneaking out of bed, you headed to the kitchen to surprise him with breakfast in bed. You decided to keep it simple with eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes. He loved pancakes but you’ve never made them before so hopefully YouTube can teach you. You started the coffee first and then got to work on the hashbrowns and eggs first, since you’ve made those before. Then you began watching a Youtube video on how to make the perfect pancakes. You were very focused on the video and measuring the ingredients for the batter that you didn’t notice a tired Jooheon come into the kitchen, “Good morning.” You almost spilled the batter on the floor when you jumped from his voice, “Babe, what are you doing up? Go back to bed.” He just shrugged, “It smelled good and you weren’t there for cuddles so I got up.” You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips, “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” “Aww jagiya,”He said placing his hand to his heart, “you didn’t have to do that.” He walked up to you and enveloped you in a giant hug. You hugged him back, completely forgetting about the pancake you had in the skillet. “Um Y/N?” He said pulling back slightly, “Your pancake is burning.” “Woops,” You said turning back to the stove to flip the pancake to its other side. One side was black while the other a nice golden brown, “This one is yours Joohoonie.”

Changkyun (I.M)

Your boyfriend Changkyun was visiting you on break from tour when he came down with a cold, and since you’re the best girlfriend ever you wanted to do everything you could to make him feel better. While he was resting on the couch, you decided to call your mom and ask her the best remedies to fight a cold and she suggested spicy ramen noodles. She sent you the recipe and luckily you had all the ingredients for the ramen and got to work while your boyfriend slept. You begin preparing the ramen, add the correct amounts of everything into the recipe. You realized the recipe only called for 2 teaspoons of chili bean paste, “Well that doesn’t sound right.” So instead you add 2 tablespoons of chili bean paste to give it an extra kick. Once the ramen is finished, you decide to also make some oolong tea with honey because tea is the best medicine. Putting the tea and ramen on a tray, you brought it over to your sleeping boyfriend on the couch. “Changkyun,” you whispered gently nudging him, “wake up, I made you some ramen and tea.” He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you, “Thank you jagiya.” He sat up and reached for the chopsticks next to the large bowel and grabbed a thing of noodles and veggies. He blew on it before putting a large helping in his mouth. He began to chew smiling at you, but then his smile dropped. He quickly swallowed and began fanning his mouth, “Too spicy!” You smiled and nodded, “It’ll help you get better faster, clear up those sinuses.” He got up quickly and rushed to the kitchen for water, “I’m gonna die before I get better.”

#Monsta X #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x reactions #shownu #wonho #Minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #im

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bts-is-my-life-as-always · 7 years

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Bts gif reaction of when you die in his arms.

Credits to gif owners. Request: Im such a sucker for angst and you write them so good😭 can i have a bts reaction please where you die in his arms and sorta write how it led up to that moment. Thank you so much Warning: this scenario contains a lot of sensitive topics such as cancer, and I took a lot of time researching about all these topics please don’t think I’m trying to disrespecting anyone, thanks. Rapmon: (Before I started namjoon’s I would like to explain what lung cancer is, lung cancer is the uncontrollable growth of an abnormal cells that start in one or both your lungs, they do not develop into healthy lung tissue, it rapidly divides and forms tumours.) Ever since you were young, you suffered from lung cancer, so when you started dating namjoon, that’s the first thing you told him, you had tried all types of treatments from drugs to chemotherapy and radio therapy however nothing seemed to work. Every breath that you took was even more painful, soon your cancer started to develop even more, not wanting namjoon to worry you didn’t tell him that your cancer had now developed to stage 4, because you were so ill you spent most of your time in the hospital, so when namjoon wanted to take you to the park right outside your hospital, it made you smile. “Is my princess ready for our little date” Namjoon always smiled no matter how tired he was, you smiled and nodded. Being wheeled In the wheelchair to the park was not how you wanted to picture dating namjoon, you wanted to be able to freely go to a cafe, go to the amusement park without worrying, but you didn’t want to make namjoon feel bad so you kept smiling. Since the morning of that day, your breathing was heavier, much worse, and you knew you had to be ready for something, it had been years of just so much pain. “Baby, your breathing so heavily are you sure your fine” “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m really happy, that your here” “Aww how sweet” He pinched your nose and told you to wait there for him, he had to use the bathroom, that’s when the unbearable pain started, you knew very well, that this time you wouldn’t be able to survive, that this time, was the last time. It had been almost a full 2 minuets of the pain, you were by now clenching onto your chest for dear life, you didn’t want to leave namjoon without saying goodbye, you didn’t want him to feel guilty for your death, you didn’t want to burden him even after your death. “Y/N” He screamed your name, almost half scared, you tried to look up, you tried but failed and fell onto the ground. “Namjoon... I love you.. I really do...” “No don’t do it, don’t say anything, let’s take you back to the hospital, you’ll be okay, you’ll be be....” “No... I don’t want to... not anymore... I can’t do it anymore... I’m sorry.... I’m really sorry... promise me something.” He shook his head and teared up. “No I can’t let you go, not yet, not now, why, why, let’s go, let’s go back to the hospital, let’s go, you’ll be fine, you can get better, the doct...” “No.... promise me you won’t blame yourself.... promise me... that you’ll find happiness in someone else.... I don’t want to see you.... alone.... because of me” “No I don’t get it, let’s go,” “I won’t get better... it won’t get better.... please..... promise me” He slowly nodded his head, tears streaming down so fast that it was now dripping on you, you closed your eyes, you felt at peace, at peace, it was nearly impossible because of your cancer. It took namjoon years, years to get used to your death, he walked past your old hospital room, he smelt the light scent of roses and the thought of you likeing roses, and how many roses he got you for your birthday and Christmas and even Easter. He walked out, wanting to keep your promise. “You’ll always be in my heart, and I don’t want to break your promise”

Jin: (So this one was inspired by the her highlight reel) Jin always knew how clumsy you could be, how everything you did ended up with you having at least one scratch, he seriously loved you and your clumsy ness. He was on tour for so long, that going on an ice cream date with him seemed like a dream. You dressed up, in your skirt that he loved, and you waited on a bench near the park, you saw jin walking towards you with a Bouquet of flower in his hands, it looked so beautiful, without thinking, you sprang up and waved towards him while shouting his name. He turned and smiled and waved back, you ran across to give him a hug, but before you knew it, you were hit by a car, you fell to the ground and the colourful flower fell too and jin came running towards you. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, please say something, please tell me something.” He held you in his arms, you were looking so fragile and your skirt and blouse was all bloody. “Ji...Jin I’m cold......I’m so sorry.........I’m so...” You stopped mid sentence, Jin sat there, blank not saying anything, but screaming and crying, his words were incoherent. The ambulance soon arrived, and took you to the hospital where you were shortly pronounced dead. Jin sat there for hours, grabbing any doctor that got in his view. “Please save my Y/N, please, please tell me she’s okay” “I’m sorry mr kim, we cant do anything” He sat there, until he had to go, his members and manager came to get him. Years later, he still couldn’t get the image of your smile out of his mind, and he always got the same flowers for the day and placed them on the side walk, and left it there. “If I could turn back time, I would protect you with everything I have”

Suga: Suga knew how much he meant to you, he knew that you would die for him, and he would do the same, you meant the world to him, and you were always there, so he decided to go public with you, the last thing he expected was for his fans to absolutely hate you, he couldn’t Understand why they would hate someone that made him so happy. “Hey baby, my manager just called, said something about needing to practice more, do you want to come or do you want to just wait here?” “Mmm, I’m really tired so I’ll wait here, hurry back I’ll miss you” He smiled at you, pecked you on your lips and left, not even an hour later he left, someone was banging on the front door, thinking it was suga, you ran to it, and looked through the peep hole, it wasn’t, it definitely was not suga, and it wasn’t one person, it was multiple of them, you ran for your phone and dialled suga. “Baby? What’s the matter? Why are you still up?” “Oppa there’s someone at the door, their screaming and banging and I’m scared” “Baby, are you safe? Tell me your safe can you hide in the bathroom and lock it?” “I’m gonna call the police, I’m scared” “Just hide and don’t come out, I’ll be there” You ended the call and called the police, the police saying they’ll be there in no time, but that no time was more than 10 minuets enough time for them to break down the door, you hid in the toilets trying to not make a single sound, Just then everything went quiet thinking they left, you opened the door and walked out. Until you felt a sharp pain in your chest, it was a knife, they pulled it out and ran away, you fell to the ground, in pain, suga ran in not long after, holding onto you for dear life. You were coughing up blood trying to keep it out of your throat so you could breath, “Suga oppa... I’m tired... I’m cold..... oppa.....I’m sorry” You closed your eyes for the last time and suga cried, he cried all his tears and he screamed, the police came in and brought an ambulance, they wheeled you into the hospital, but you were pronounced dead on the spot, suga felt dazed he didn’t know what to do. A year had passed, he had just gotten out of the court after a long trial trying to get justice for your death. “I’ll always remember you, I’ll always be here for you, even if your no longer here”

J-hope: Hobi was a bright sunshine and he lit up anything he came in contact with, his laugh was contagious and so was his smile, you loved him with all your heart. It was only 10pm when the fire started to blaze, he loved you, but his fans didn’t, they found where you and hope lived, and they set fire to it all. Jhope was at the front door when he saw a fire blazing from his home, he instantly went in without thinking twice and got you out. You constantly coughed, finding it hard to breath, “Oppa....... my lungs...... they hurt....they hurt so much” “No no no don’t say anything, I’ll get you safe, you’ll be fine” “I...I...” You stopped, the uneven heartbeat no longer existent, jhopes heart seem to stop as well, it felt like, he had stopped. The ambulance arrived and tried to resuscitate you but it failed, and you were pronounced dead on the spot. Jhope was not active with bts for a while, before he had to have a comeback, but each time, he wouldn’t smile. Years passed and the people who burnt you and the memories away from him, turned themselves in, because of how Jhope was hurt, still even after years. “Does you coming out, make her comeback because then I would’ve looked for you even till my death, now tell me why you would do such a thing to my only world.”

Jimin: Jimin was like a small Hamster, he was always cute and wanted your affection and your love and all your attention. You were never ill, so when you were sick for a week to the point where you hardly called him, he was worried, he visited your house and rang the doorbell atleast 10 times before the door finally opened. You walked out of the door, and fell into jimin arms, “OMG y/n your temperature is so high, what’s going on?!” “I’m just ill, I’ll b...” You fainted, he picked you up and ran back to his car, he opened the door and put you in, he couldn’t see you breathing, so he stood you up and tried to wake you up. “Hey y/n, please wake up, please say something, anything please” You didn’t respond, he didn’t care, he laid you down and drove as fast as he could to the hospital. He ran in with you on his back “Please, someone help my girlfriend” “What’s the matter sir?” “I,.. my... SHES.... not breathing... she was ill and now she’s here” He was chocking up words, in between his little sobs. He was made to wait for at least 30 minuets without anyone tending to him, his members came to comfort him and tell him you’ll be fine. That was until the doctors came back, “I’m sorry mr Park, Miss Y/L/N was pronounced dead 10 minuets ago” Jimin dropped to the ground, he started to throw a fit, screaming at the doctors for not trying hard enough, he burst into where your body laid, and tried to get you to wake up, he wished and begged for it to just be a dream, for him to wake up to you rubbing his back and let him cry into your neck. That didn’t happen, days, months and years passed and he still couldn’t get over you, the image of you kept playing in his head, wherever he saw a couple on the streets he turned away crying. “I can’t bear to stay here, without you, without your shield without your protection, why didn’t you take me too”

Taehyung: Tae was always dorky, everything he did would make you burst into tears laughing, he loved seeing you healthy and took you to monthly checkups with the doctors Just so he could be sure, every time you went, you were fine. So when you got back and was out of breath and was extremely pale, he got worried, worried wouldn’t be the word. “Y/n are you okay? You look really pale, come here let me feel your head” He placed his fragile hands onto your head and it was hot, you had a temperature. “Come on I think you have a cold, let’s get you to bed” “Hmmh” You got up to get to bed, but fell into v, if you thought v wasn’t strong, think again, he managed to hold you up still, and he tried to shake you. “Hey, y/n wake up, let’s get you back to the hospital” “I can’t... breath.......” Your heart felt like it was being ripped out , you dug your nails into tae’s shoulders, you tried everything to breath, but it stopped. “Y/n” he asked cautiously. He panicked and called the ambulance not knowing what else to do. “Y/n please say something to me, please” He pleaded your lifeless body, and it seemed so painful for even strangers to watch. It took hours of struggling, until you were finally put to rest and pronounced dead. “You were meant to check her, I kept bringing her here because she kept complaining about her chest pains, you brushed it off and you killed her” It took him years to stop crying whenever he went through your phone, he saw all the selfies you guys shared, and it broke him. “Your smile lightened my world, your laugh was like music in my ears, now what do I do without the light, I’m scared in the dark all alone, with no music, why?”

Jungkook: Jungkook was funnily enough the only source of happiness, his laughs made you so happy his smile, his eye smile it mesmerised you. You lived to see him, to make him smile, to help him through life. Until the fans found out, nearly 2 million women hated you, threatening you, to leave him, to kill yourself and saying how you don’t deserve jungkook. To make jungkook feel less burdened you kept smiling, you told him “I’m fine”. He constantly asked you how your days were, and the more days passed the more you said “I’m fine/ it was fine” Everything felt so heavy, so long and painful, your childhood wasn’t the best, and fighting with jungkook made it all the more worse, you fought about something dumb, he left the house, and didn’t contact you for days. Each day that passed, it made your ill mind manifest itself and you ruled that he didn’t love you, that he never meant anything he said, and how you’re just a burden to everyone. Jungkook was worried, worried sick and wanted to check up on you but he didn’t know how, so he checked your Twitter, maybe you’ll be out with your friends drinking coffee, what he didn’t expect was a message that read ‘I don’t want to continue this anymore, I can’t do it, I want to breath again’ He was scared, scared and angry, he ran as fast as he could to your house, where he found you lying on the front door. “Baby, I’m sorry, please I’m sooo sorry, look at me” “Why? Why? It’s all over now, I can breath again” You started bubbling from the mouth and you fell into his arms, he lifted you and ran to the hospital. He sat on the bench alone, his hyungs got there to support him, “Mr Jeon, please would you come through” “Is she okay? She’s okay right?” “I’m afraid not, she has overdosed and unfortunately passed away, I’m sorry” His heart sunk, he ran out, to your home, anything that could indicate why and what caused this. When he arrived, your home was a mess, the state that he left it when he was angry and fighting with you, he started crying, he couldn’t control his feelings anymore, DING. his phone dinged to suggest that he should look at it. It was from your Twitter, a long note. “Hello, This is Y/N and if your reading this now, it means that I succeeded, I’m sorry to those who loved me, I’m sorry to those who supported me, I’m sorry, but I can’t anymore, when someone tells another to die enough times, that persons heart starts to turn black, I guess that’s what happened to me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, and i love you jungkook oppa” He fell to the floor, now balling his eyes out. Many months later, he had a comeback with his group, he really did not want to, you weren’t there to listen to his singing and call him beautiful, you weren’t there to say how amazing he was, his fans went crazy, the fans that once told you to die, said “I’m sorry for what happened” and moved on. Jungkook wanted to kill everyone that killed you, he felt nothing, he felt sick having to laugh and smile to him everything was all fake. “Your all fake, your the exact ones that told my only hope and light to die, your the exact ones that told my girlfriend who’ll never come back to go and die, she is gone and now your sorry” “Why would you leave me, I’m cold, your side of the bed is still there, I don’t want anyone but you, I’m so sorry...”

Oh lord, writing this took me forever, especially because I cried while trying to reread them, Anyways hope you enjoyed anon who requested this, or maybe not enjoyed but this is what you wanted. Keep requesting and byeeeeee.

#bts #bts rapmon #bts Jin #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts suga #bts v #bts jhope #bts angst #bts reaction #bts scenarios #bts reaction angst #bts scenarios angst #angst

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lolbtsaus · 7 years

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Dance (CEO!Jungkook)

Plot: #87: “There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight.” + #90: “May I have this dance, wife/husband?” with CEO!Jungkook

Word Count: 1211

A/N: so I read this request and immediately melted it sounds so fucking cute I’m so ready for these drabbles, I like doing it this way more, picking out the drabbles I want rather than using the entire original list bc this way, I already know each of these requests are gonna be s o much fun to write bc I have ideas for them all, the links for this post are the CEO post (here) and the husband!kook post (here)

The hours your husband worked were definitely the hardest part of being married to a CEO. There were some days where he wouldn’t come home until one in the morning, his tired eyes drooping as he dropped onto the bed with a loud sigh. You would wake up to him sprawled on the couch, still in his suit, too tired to make it all the way to your bedroom. He was a passionate man and when he was working on a project, he gave his all without a second thought. He didn’t mind having to cling to a coffee cup in the morning or take an extra long shower to wake himself up the following day, as long as he got everything done, it was worth it. But he did mind not being able to spend as much time with you.

He didn’t always work like this, the majority of the year, he was able to come home at four or five and could leave an hour before his first meeting, which he always planned for ten in the morning. But once every few months, he started a new project that would take up most of his time. You had never minded much, it was of course not ideal to not be able to have him home as early as normal but this was his dream. He was always so understanding about you working for your dream just as hard as he worked for his, he always encouraged you and gave you inspiration to just go for it. You both had developed plans to get around work hours or deadlines for projects, always finding new ways to spend time together.

His newest idea was to have dinners and lunches at the office. You would come to the office everyday around noon and eat lunch with him and come back at seven to eat dinner together. If you didn’t have anything else planned for the rest of the night, you would spend the rest of the night with him and go home together. Sometimes you would cook and bring a home cooked meal since you knew he practically lived off of frozen meals but other days, you two would order something in.

You two had been married for two years, together for six. You two were still in the honeymoon phase, he still found a way to make everyday special, even with his work taking up so much time. One of those ways was to randomly surprise you with something sweet, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, your favorite snacks, a teddy bear. It wouldn’t be the grandest of gifts but it was something to show you that you were still on his mind and that he still paid attention to everything you said.

One gift was a romantic dinner, a table set up by the glass wall of his office that was normally hidden by curtains or blinds. You could see all of the city lights, all of the buildings, the cars driving down the streets below you. He had ordered in food from your favorite restaurant, rose petals scattered all over the table and on the floor around it. The night was perfect, most of his employees had gone home so it was now just you two. He had even bought a dessert from the restaurant, stored in the fridge in his office to avoid it melting or being ruined by the lights in the office.

You didn’t notice the flickering lights at first, too focused on the food in front of you and the man across from you. But both of you noticed the electricity going off, the lights from the city outside providing just enough light to see a faint outline of his face. You heard him get up to get his phone from his desk, calling the receptionist downstairs to see what was happening. You saw a few lights from the buildings outside turn off, a few others flickering.

“There’s a power outage, they don’t know how long it’ll take to get it back up.” he explained, his fingers rubbing at his temples. “Our generator’s in the basement and my key for it is at home, I forgot to put it on my key chain.”

“I have an idea.” you told him, getting up before he began to stress over the situation at hand, knowing how much these dinners meant to him and how upset he was at the night being forced to stop. “Do you have any candles?”

It took a few minutes of searching and fumbling and a few mumbled fucks when one of you bumped into something but you were soon able to set candles up all around his office.

“See? This isn’t so bad.” You sat back down at the table, giving him a smile to show you really weren’t upset about something he couldn’t even control. “Now come eat before your food gets cold.”

You saw the smile you’d fallen in love with six years ago spread across his face as he sat down across from you again, letting out a relieved sigh. “What would I do without you?”

You two finished the dinner, setting the dessert out on the coffee table and sitting on the couch to continue chatting while you waited out the power outage. You toyed with the ring on his finger, listening to his calming, deep voice talk about whatever came to his mind. He had set his phone up on a speaker so you two could listen to a playlist of slower songs, setting a more romantic mood. A fond smile pulled your lips upwards when you heard the song that you two had chosen to dance to for your first dance as a married couple.

“May I have this dance, husband?” You offered your hand to him, your smile growing wider when he took it in his, intertwining your fingers together.

“Always.”

You could count the amount of times you’d slow danced with Jungkook on one hand, there were plenty of times where you two were just goofing around and dancing together but only a few times had been serious.. The first time was at prom with a much more nervous Jungkook, unsure of where he should put his hands, were they too low? Too high? Was he holding you too close or was it not close enough? The second time you two slow danced together was a night at Jin’s lake house, the two of you stood on the deck at midnight, alone. The third time was the morning after Jungkook proposed to you, smiles that left your cheeks sore on your faces, not a single inch of space between the two of you as you both ignored the fact that the pancakes were beyond burnt. The fourth time was at your wedding, in front of your closest family and friends who all had tears in their eyes but it still felt like it was just you two. It felt like you were the only person he saw in a room full of people, his eyes never leaving you the entire night. Every slow dance ended with the same three words that still made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“I love you.”

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vicandsade · 7 years

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1941-11-20 - A Miserable Object of Public Ridicule (Rush Humiliated On Thanksgiving)

[See additional commentary at The Crazy World of Vic and Sade]

File too big for tumblr – get the episode at the above link or HERE.

Nicer Scott is at it again. He has discovered a dirty secret about Rush and is spreading it all over town.

I love what this episode says about families, and the way that each family has its own unique quirks that no one ever mentions because they’ve always done something a certain way. It can be either eye-opening or embarrassing to have the outside world come into your private family sphere and look with fresh eyes at the way you do things. It never even occurred to Rush that his little knife and fork were unusual, until someone else called attention to it.

What did you find out was weird about your family later in life? I learned that most families don’t put weird-tasting dead bacteria on their popcorn, that animal skulls are not as widely-used in home decor as I thought, and that cars that don’t work anymore usually go to the junkyard, not just the backyard.

Transcript

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ANNOUNCER: Well sir, it's a few minutes past eight o'clock as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook spending a quiet evening at home. Vic lounges in the davenport and gazes dreamily at his shoes. Sade is seated in her husband's easy chair beneath the floor lamp, reading aloud from the newspaper. Listen.

SADE: "The bride, leaning heavily upon the arm of her father, was radiant in a goin'-away costume of off-apricot, with stockings and pumps to match, with burnt-caramel accessories and a small cloche hat. She carried a bouquet of mixed garden flowers. Out-of-town guests were Cyrus L. Freech of Kansas City, Missouri, a former employer of the groom; Ed and Will Fulper, Lexington, Illinois; Mr. and Mrs. U.O. Dimp and son Walrab of Red Wing, Minnesota; Harry K. Montgomery of West Pittston, Pennsylvania; Mr. and Mrs. Clark Dunlap of Cleveland, Ohio; Mr. and Mrs. Bill Lacey of Toronto, Ontario; Cadwalder--"

[telephone rings]

VIC: Uh, telephone is ringin'.

SADE: Wanna answer it?

VIC: Prob'ly Ruthie Stembottom.

SADE: No, I'm sure not.

VIC: Then let me hazard a guess it's good old, dependable, down-at-the-heels, solid concrete foundation trustworthy Bluetooth Johnson!

SADE: [laughs] Yes.

VIC: [answers phone] Hello? [pause] Yes. [pause] Why, no, he isn't. Who is this? [pause] Oh. Uh-huh. [to SADE] Sadie...

SADE: Yeah?

VIC: [joyously] Bluetooth Johnson!

SADE: [giggles] Oh, really.

VIC: Good old, sweeter than the flowers of May, it matters not who won or lost but how you played the game, reliable Bluetooth Johnson!

SADE: You'd better talk to him, hadn't ya? Otherwise, he'll hang up.

VIC: [on phone] Uh, Bluetooth? [pause] How are ya, Bluetooth? [pause] Glad to hear it. [pause] No, Rush ducked out someplace right after supper. Any message I can give him? [pause] Oh? [pause] Vernon Peggles is out in the lead? [pause] Okay. [pause] I see. Tomorrow he's gonna buy his second United States Defense Bond, huh? And that puts him way ahead of the rest of you guys. [pause] Uh-huh. Okay, Bluetooth. [pause] You bet. Goodbye. [hangs up] Where is Buttonhook, by the way?

SADE: I haven't any idea. He walked out the kitchen door as soon as he finished wipin' the dishes. He can't have gone very far or planned to stay away very long; otherwise he'd have said something.

VIC: Mmm.

SADE: [continuing to read] Uh, "Cadwallder J. Urquhart of Twillman, Oklahoma--"

VIC: What's this?

SADE: Still readin' what the paper states about the wedding.

VIC: Oh.

SADE: [reading] Uh, "Cadwallder J. Urquhart of Twillman, Oklahoma; Mazda, Esther, James, Donald, Arnold, and Eugene Yeeble of Indianapolis, Ohio; Mr. and Mrs. R.E. Greep of Cincinnati, Indiana; Mrs. William Yonker and infant daughter Rudolfina Margaret Annabelle Beulah of Fishley, Michigan; and J.U. Ebsen of O'Brian, Texas, a college classmate of the groom." Quite a turnout! Hmm?

VIC: Yeah.

SADE: "Immediately after the ceremony, the guests--"

VIC: Oh, here's Stone Bruise. [calls] Hi!

RUSH: [off] Hi.

SADE: "Immediately after the ceremony, the guests were served dainty refreshments at the home of Mr. and Mrs. John H. Wheeper, 917 South Center Street. Fun-lovin' friends of the happy couple painted humorous signs on their motorcycle and decorated the handlebars with old shoes. Since the motorcycle has no sidecar, the newlyweds rode away one seated behind the other."

RUSH: 'Scuse me, people.

VIC: Hey, hey.

RUSH: Kindly forgive the intrusion.

VIC: Think no more about it. You live here in the house and are entitled to come and go as you please.

RUSH: Uh.

VIC: Good old true-blue, heart bigger than all outdoors, reliable old Bluetooth Johnson just phoned.

RUSH: Yeah?

VIC: He said Vernon Peggles is gonna buy his second United States Defense Bond tomorrow.

RUSH: Oh? That puts him out ahead of everybody.

VIC: So Bluetooth allowed.

RUSH: I thought I'd better drop in and tell you somethin', Mom.

SADE: What's that?

RUSH: Nicer Scott is sittin' on his front porch steps.

SADE: Pretty cold to be doin' that, isn't it?

RUSH: I'm goin' over and paste him one upside the snoot.

SADE: [sternly] What's this, now?

RUSH: [dramatically] Once more, Nicer has goaded the human body to the point where civilized flesh and blood can't stand it!

SADE: Has he?

RUSH: He has. And I'm goin' over next door and wang him one upside the bean. Thought I'd better notify you first.

SADE: Maybe you'd better sit down.

RUSH: I can't spare the time! Can't take any chances on lettin' him escape! Any second he might go in the house!

SADE: Sit down.

RUSH: Human flesh and blood refuses--

SADE: Listen, Willie, I'm good and tired of every little while havin' to go over this business with you and--

RUSH: Remember tonight at supper? Nicer comin' in our kitchen and bein' nice as pie and obligin' as a horse?

SADE: I remember--

RUSH: Axlegrease wouldn't melt in his mouth, would it? He was the fine gentleman with the slick manners, wasn't he?

SADE: He was certainly poli--

RUSH: Well, every second he was in our house, he was castin' around his eyes.

SADE: What do you mean by that?

RUSH: He was lookin' for stuff!

SADE: [perplexed] Lookin' for stuff?!

RUSH: Lookin' for stuff to pin on me!

SADE: I haven't the slightest notion what--

RUSH: Well...he found some stuff to pin on me. What time did we eat supper?

SADE: Rush, would you kindly--

RUSH: Six o'clock, wasn't it? Six o'clock or a few minutes past? Okay. Well, by seven thirty, he'd been all over town with his meanness.

SADE: I think maybe--

RUSH: Strolled up to the corner of Kelsey and Virginia. Smelly Clark, Willis Rohrback, and Leland Richards were sittin' under the street light. When they saw me, they let out a screech! Mom, in less than an hour and a half, Nicer Scott had made me an object of ridicule before the human race.

SADE: [to VIC] You ask him what he's talkin' about.

VIC: Whatcha talkin' about?

RUSH: [sighs] It's my knife and fork.

VIC: [confused] Knife and fork?!

RUSH: Yeah.

SADE: I think the weather's done something to the child.

VIC: What ABOUT your knife and fork?

RUSH: When Nicer was in the kitchen tonight during supper he SPOTTED my knife and fork.

VIC: Vinegar Cruet, old Saddle Soap, papa's completely in the dark--

SADE: [realization dawning] Oh! Your little knife and fork?

RUSH: My little knife and fork.

VIC: You have the key to this mystery?

SADE: [laughing] You know his little knife and fork he eats with!

RUSH: I eat with 'em because you put 'em beside my plate!

SADE: I always put 'em beside your plate. Never heard ya complain.

RUSH: I never complained because it never occurred to me a snake-in-the-grass like Nicer Scott'd use 'em against me.

SADE: What did Nicer tell the boys?

RUSH: He told 'em, "Rush Gook eats with a knife and fork a third the size of regular knives and forks. Rush Gook eats with a knife and fork where there's angels engraved all over and 'Darlin' Baby' printed on the back."

SADE: [laughing] Why, that little dickens!

RUSH: He spread it all over town! I'm the miserable object of public ridicule.

SADE: [laughing] Why -- Bess give him that knife and fork. When he was three years old.

VIC: Mmm.

SADE: They aren't REALLY baby things. They're smaller than regular knives and forks, but not any two-thirds smaller. Person'd hafta look twice to tell the difference.

RUSH: Nicer Scott looked twice. In fact, he musta stood there STUDYIN' the halfwit knife and fork. He told the guys about the angels engraved all over. Told 'em about "Darlin' Baby" printed on the back.

SADE: [giggles] Well, I expect he did make it sound funny to the kids. A monstrous great big grown-up high school gentleman fourteen years old usin' sweet dainty little knives and forks...

RUSH: He's made it sound funny, and he's had his fun. Now I'm goin' over and smash his head.

SADE: Oh, no you're not.

RUSH: You suggest I leave him get away with this?!

SADE: I suggest you sit still.

RUSH: Right this minute he's seated on his bottom front porch step. Wouldn't take me four seconds to step over and paste him one upside the snoot.

SADE: Well, you're not gonna do it.

RUSH: Imagine! Come over to our house this evenin' while we were eatin' supper. Was all friendship and soft talk and high-class manners. "Been a warm day, Mis' Gook! You're lookin' well, Mr. Gook! I see ya enjoy jelly on your bread, Rush!" And all the time, his eye was rovin' around. He spotted my little knife and fork with the angels on it and "Darlin' Baby" printed on the back. He got the details well in mind, then he excused himself and went outdoors and run like the dickens all over town to spread the news. You shoulda heard the screamin' and yellin' when I showed up at the corner of Kelsey and Virginia. On account of Nicer Scott's polite visit this evenin', I am now a miserable object of public ridicule.

SADE: Oh, I doubt it's that bad.

RUSH: It IS that bad. I'm goin' over and punch his dimwitted jaw.

SADE: I say you're not. Now, listen, Rush, we've been through this business again and again and again and you oughta understand by now I don't intend--

[telephone rings]

VIC: Telephone is ringin'.

SADE: --to take chances on bein' on the outs with next-door neighbors. Kids' quarrels is one thing and grown-up quarrels is another and I--

VIC: Telephone is ringin', telephone is ringin'.

SADE: Answer it, Rush.

RUSH: Probably somebody callin' up to josh me.

SADE: Well, answer it; you're right there.

VIC: Gee, wouldn't it be wonderful if it was good old, trustworthy, "love me love my dog," Mary is a grand old name, reliable Bluetooth Johnson again?

RUSH: [answers phone] Hello? [pause] Oh, hello, LeRoy. [to VIC and SADE] LeRoy Snow.

VIC & SADE: Hmm.

RUSH: [on phone] What is your business, LeRoy? [pause] Will you repeat your question, please? [pause] No, LeRoy, I do not wear a baby bonnet when I go to bed. No, and I don't wear bibs or booties, either. [pause] Was that all, LeRoy? [pause] Very well, LeRoy. [pause] Not at all, LeRoy. Anytime, LeRoy. [pause] Only too happy, LeRoy. [pause] Certainly, LeRoy. [pause] Depend upon it, LeRoy. [pause] Now allow me to bid you goodbye, LeRoy. [pause] Goodbye, LeRoy. [hangs up] See?!

VIC: [chuckling] They're just havin' a little fun at your expense.

RUSH: I'll smash Nicer Scott's chin.

SADE: Of course you'll do nothin' of the kind.

VIC: Pete, allow me to tell ya a little story about Benjamin Franklin and what he said to his manservant while flyin' a kite near the city of Philadelphia early in the year 1820. It just so happened this manservant's name was Charlie, and there was nothin' he liked better than bread with sugar on it. Well sir, accordin' to history, Benjamin Franklin --

[telephone rings]

RUSH: Telephone is ringin'.

VIC: Oh, so it is, by George! If it could only be good old, brown as a berry, even steven, dependable Bluetooth Johnson!

RUSH: [answers phone] Hello? [pause] Oh yes, Milton. [to VIC and SADE] Milton Welch.

SADE: Ah.

VIC: Hm.

RUSH: [on phone] What brings you to the telephone, Milton? [pause] Hope you didn't disturb me while I was sittin' on my father's knee while he sung me to sleep, huh? [pause] Not at all, Milton. I assure you I wasn't sittin' on my father's knee bein' sung sleep. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. [pause] You bet. [pause] Well, just AWFUL nice of ya to call. [pause] Yes, indeed. [pause] Uh, call again sometime, won't ya? [pause] Okay, Milton. You bet. Sure thing, Milton. Goodbye, Milton. [hangs up] Wonderful stuff, huh?!

SADE & VIC: [chuckle sympathetically]

RUSH: I will step next door and fix Nicer Scott good!

SADE: No, you won't! Goodness, talk about makin' a camel's back out of a molehill. Now, what do you care? It IS kinda halfway comical, a big fourteen-year-old high school gentleman usin' a dainty little knife and fork with "Darlin' Baby" on it to eat his supper with.

RUSH: Is it kinda halfway comical that a BABOON like Nicer Scott'd enter my private home like a wolf in sheep's clothing--

SADE: Why, sure! You'd probably have done the same thing. I bet if you caught Heinie Call across the street eatin' his supper with a little knife and fork like yours you'd--

[telephone rings]

VIC: The telephone is ringin'.

RUSH: I'll get it.

SADE: [low voice] Always something, huh?

VIC: [chuckles] Yeah.

RUSH: [on phone] Hello? [pause] Yes. [pause] Who? [pause] I seem to recognize the voice, but I can't quite place it. [pause] Mildred? Mildred who, please? [pause] Risdel? [pause] Fizdel? [pause] Bisdel? [pause] T like in 'Tomahaw--' Oh, Tisdel! Oh, sure, I recollect ya now. Uh, Mildred Tisdel, isn't it?

VIC: Hey, hey.

SADE: Hey, hey is right.

RUSH: What is your business, Hildred? I mean, Mildred? [pause] Do I feed myself with my little knife and fork or do my parents do it? Uh-huh. Why, I feed myself, Mildred! [pause] Yes! [pause] Not at all, and thanks for calling. [pause] Certainly. [pause] Certainly...goodbye, Mis'...Risedale, or whatever it is. [pause] Ah, yes, Gisdel! Goodbye, Mis' Gisdel. [hangs up] See?! Even the girls!

SADE: Oh, you lead a miserable life.

RUSH: I'll go next door and lop Nicer Scott's ears down around his chin.

SADE: I don't think you will. Listen, you can explain to your friends it was your mother's fault. [giggles] It is, too.

VIC: Uh?

SADE: I've always thought of that little engraved knife and fork just bein' what Rush uses to eat with. Year after year, ever since he started eatin' with knives and forks, I've put 'em beside his plate. And like I say, they're not actually baby things. They're almost as big as regular knives and forks. When I set the table I invariably get 'em outta the drawer and put 'em beside Willie's plate. Never crossed my mind I had a grown-up fourteen-year-old man for a son, and was givin' him knives and forks covered over with angels and marked "Darlin' Baby."

VIC: [chuckles]

SADE: [chuckles] Silly, huh?

VIC: [chuckles] Yeah.

SADE: Oh, forgive me, ashtray.

[pause]

RUSH: Oh...it's okay, I guess.

SADE: Is it?

RUSH: [chuckle] Sure.

SADE: Begin to see the comical side, huh?

RUSH: [chuckles] Yeah.

SADE: Where ya goin'?

RUSH: Upstairs.

SADE: Read a nice book?

RUSH: [down] Uh-huh.

SADE: Well, that's fine.

RUSH: [down] Uh.

SADE: I'll put your little knife and fork away in the buffet someplace.

RUSH: [off] Okay.

SADE: Stuff happens, don't it?

VIC: [chuckles] Yeah.

SADE: Stuff happens. [pause] Where was I here in my newspaper piece?

VIC: Uhhh.

SADE: Why, say, I left out a whole paragraph!

VIC: Did you?

SADE: List of names.

VIC: Hm.

SADE: Out-of-towners.

VIC: Hm.

SADE: "Mr. and Mrs. David Yasher and sons Chauncey and Beef of Pittsburgh, Iowa; Ed K. Frapp, Junior, Mulish, Vermont; Sidney, Lila, Hobert, Gus, Vivian, Grace, Howard, and Stungle Houch, Dismal Seepage, Ohio; and Miller Y. Miller of Itcher, Montana." A real turnout, hmm?

VIC: Uhh.

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