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apples4day · 2 months

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BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

2/2 EPISODE TWO (Walk Like An Egyptian- Part 2)

This is part 4 of my series, go read the other parts if u haven’t!

Your team was behind team Amazon, looking absolutely ridiculous all stacked up on one teeny tiny goat. They were struggling with making the camel go faster, you were struggling to trust Alejandro to not let you fall.

"We're gonna go win the race now, see ya!" Heather stuck her tongue out at us.

"Eat sand losers!" Courtney smiled.

"Such witty remarks from such fiercely intelligent women, I'm both humbled and intrigued." Alejandro complimented. Courtney shooed him,

"Nice try but I'm with Duncan."

"And what a pity it is that you should give yourself to a quitter, who doesn't deserve you."

Alejandro was moving a lot as he talked and you were starting to get even more nervous.

"That's not- Duncan is totally- uh- you're just...will someone hurry this camel up!" Courtney was at a loss for words.

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER

"Oh he's good. Too good..seriously what is his deal? He is just so..perfect. Don't even get me started on Y/n. UGHH"

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER; ENDED

So that's his game plan? Flirting with every girl here? As expected from him. He's got the looks for it I'm not gonna lie. You thought, staring at his face.

"If you want you can take a picture," he suggested, winking.

"What? No. You have a bug on your face." You lied.

"Do I?" He smirked.

"Yes. Oh! Oops...you're the bug." You shrugged and he looked a little surprised.

I don't usually care when someone insults me...but that felt different. A lil peak into his thoughts 🤰

Man you suck at being nice, he's just so easy to be mean to. No matter how badly you want to win.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed water. A big blue body of water. Tapping Alejandro softly on the head, you leaned in to whisper what you discovered.

"What? Do you want a kiss señorita?" He puckered up and you cringed. "No! Look, the Nile." You pointed out. He stopped and looked, smiling like he was the one who found it?? Narcissist. Man what a weirdo this guy is. You thought to yourself.

"Hold on everyone, I'm changing our route." He bucked his hips (Into me😈) in another direction and you grabbed his head. I will NOT die because I fell off a human tower. Especially because some guy moved his hips and I fell off his shoulder.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Perhaps it would've been kind to show the girls team which way to go but you've seen my team, we need all the help we can get."

Alejandro crossed his arms.

"For some reason Y/n hasn't fallen for me. I think my best plan would be to get into an alliance with her. She isn't very social so I'll be her only option."

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

"There's the finish line!" Tyler pointed.

"Yeah, ON THE OTHER SIDE."

Crocodiles jumped out of the water, "flying abilities anyone?" You joked.

Chris said something you couldn't hear. Owen couldn't hear him either,

"WHAT?! SPEAK UP!!"

Chris kept speaking, Owen still couldn't hear. "Did you guys get any of that?"

Chris snapped his fingers and had a weird megaphone passed to him.

"I SAID, WELCOME TO THE THIRD FINAL EGYPTIAN CHALLENGE! BASKET CASES."

It was so loud that the wind got way stronger. Noah was almost blown away and had grabbed you for support. Everyone's eyes were wide open because of shock. Owen ducked and covered his head. You and Noah were basically cuddling.

There's that vanilla scent again. He thought, holding you.

Chris explained that we would have to make a boat blah blah blah.

You were a bit zoned out and only caught the last part of his sentence. Noah's hands around you were kinda the only thing you could think about, especially with your face pressed into his body. Finally zoning back in, you heard the last part of Chris' sentence. "Aka goat face over there!"

Tyler looked insulted, "hey!" You gently removed Noah from you and put your hand on Tylers shoulder, "I believe he meant the goat." You pointed to the goat. Tyler thanked you. "I'm surprised you can reach his shoulders," Noah said. He was basically making fun of you and your height. "I'm surprised you could reach the 6th grade, and I'm surprised you didn't get blown away by the wind." You retaliated. His face flushed.

CONFESSIONAL- NOAH

"I'm the smartest person here. She doesn't know what she's talking about, she probably got held back."

He sighed.

"..she's amazing. I think my heart is gonna explode."

CONFESSIONAL- NOAH; ENDED

Chris continued explaining. "This is perfect!" Sierra seemed happy. Noah didn't,

"What? The fact that we're hosed?"

"I'm a fourth generation basket weaver!"

Owen cheered, "yeah!"

"We're gonna need a lot of reeds," Sierra rushed to start picking reeds. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "Hey Sierra, can you teach me?"

"Of course!"

You caught on pretty quickly. Alejandro noticed, "As expected from a fierce intelligent woman, fast learning." He placed his hands on his hips and smiled as you weaved the boat together with Sierra. "Ya sei tu plan, ya para de chamuyar." You looked up at him. (Translation- I already know your plan, stop sweet talking me/flirting.)

You were on your knees to weave the basket.

I quite like this angle. He thought, since he was looking down at you.

"¿Sabes español?" (Translation- you know Spanish?)

"No pendejo, estoy hablando portuguesa." You replied sarcastically. (Translation- No idiot/asshole, I'm speaking Portuguese.)

The team was looking at you guys. He continued anyways, even though it would raise suspicion. "Espera hasta que estamos solitos para hablar de..esto." (Translation- wait until we are alone to talk about..this.)

You nodded in agreement and kept weaving. Noah gave you a look, and you simply smiled innocently at him. He swears his stomach flipped upside down when you looked at him. Team Amazon finally showed up.

"Basket weave a boat? UGHH" Heather complained. Sierra stopped weaving and got up to talk to team Amazon. You reached out to grab her but she had already walked away. "Sorry you guys are so far behind, our baskets nearly done already thanks to my speed weaving!"

This doesn't look good, you thought.

"Plus you got Owen on your team, lucky!" Izzy said.

"But you have Cody." Sierra ran to Cody, pressing him into her chest. He looked disgusted. "I know Cody, I wish we were on the same team too!" He looked miserable. "Uhh I have to do..something." He ran away as fast as possible. "Cody has been wanting a girl for awhile. Guess he just didn't want some crazy stalker," you said to Noah. Noah looked away, he couldn't handle looking at you for some reason. It was all odd to him, he wasn't the type to like a girl like this or at least this badly.

You didn't notice his pink cheeks, all because you started a conversation with him just now. "Aww you guys are so cute together!" Izzy referred to Sierra and Cody. Noah wished she meant you and him. "Maybe we could swap teams?" Sierra made a hand gesture, Heather considered it.

"Trade a basket case for a basket weaver? Fine! Sierra, you're with us. Izzy..go play with the boys!" Heather shooed. "Do I look like a boy to you?" You rolled your eyes. Heather waved at you, still trying to make an alliance. "What?!" Alejandro looked mad about the swap.

Sierra began building their boat even quicker. Probably for Cody. Team Amazon laughed at Heather thinking she was the boss. You giggled too. Noah kept staring at you and then turning away when you went to look at him. Alejandro was still stuck on the swap, "where's Chris? He won't allow this."

Chris pulled up on a boat. Sierra immediately went to sweet talk him. "Did somebody-" Chris was cut off by Sierra hugging his feet. "Todays officially the best day of my life! So I really hope you allow us to swap. But of course you'll make the best decision cause you're the best decider ever!!"

"And that's why I'm going to allow it!"

"Smiley face!! Ahhh!!"

Chris waved goodbye and you gave him the most betrayed look ever. His smile dropped for some reason at that. The boat pulled away, and he stared at you as he went back to the other side. "As you wish.." Alejandro was defeated. Heather stuck her tongue out at him and he blew her a kiss. You rolled your eyes and bit your lip, trying not to say something.

Sierra already finished, even putting a hut on the boat. Your team complained and you stood up, crossing your arms. "I hope their boat sinks or that the camel refuses to get in." You mumbled, your team heard anyways and Noah chuckled, so did Izzy. "Don't give up! We still have a shot!"

"Al's right! Thanks Al."

You saw Alejandro shiver at that nickname and decided to get in a bit of teasing. You walked over to him, leaning down a bit because he was on one knee. "You cold? Why are you shivering?" You teased, getting even closer. "Uh..yes. It's cold in here." Noah glanced over, "dude it's the fucking desert. Y/n don't get too close to him, you might catch a disease." You giggled. Alejandro glared at Noah.

"So you're cold?" You touched his forehead with the back of your hand. "Don't feel cold...maybe you should let us all know what you like to be called." You continued teasing, walking back to Noah. Noah almost looked like he was gonna grab your wrist to get you away from Alejandro. Meanwhile Alejandro still looked traumatized from being called Al. He also looked like he was gonna strangle Noah.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"I have no problem being called..Al." He shivered again. "Uhhh that wasn't- it's just- chilly..in here." He shivered again but it was fake this time. He looked around.

"Also that Noah kid..he needs to back off. From me and Y/n, he's like her dog and this is only the second episode."

(Alejandro doesn't know I'm about to make him the same way😭🙏)

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

Team victory finally arrived and team Amazon was struggling to get their camel in the boat. "Izzy! Tell Ruby to get in the boat." Izzy began speaking to the goat at the command of Courtney. "Woahhh woah, Izzy's on our team now. Not yours." Noah stated. You touched Izzy's curly ginger hair for a moment in awe and then spoke, "not a word pretty lady." You found her pretty, so why not call her pretty? Though you might look a bit lesbian, which you are, it doesn't matter. (Y/n is bisexual by the way, js a reminder)

"Ooh fun!" Izzy treated it like a game. "Fine! We'll do it ourselves. C'mon." Courtney said. They struggled with the camel. The boat was finally finished, the back looking a bit wonky since it was done by everyone but Sierra. "It floats! Awesome!" Owen cheered. Alejandro whistled to the goat, which immediately ran to his arms.

Team victory also finished building. You were rowing behind Noah, and in front of Alejandro and his weird goat. "We're gonna win fair and square..but to make sure you believe that..talk to the camel." Alejandro gave Izzy the go to talk to the camel. You spoke up, "what? No! Don't do it Izzy. Are you trying to make us lose Alejandro?"

Alejandro looked down at you, "we won't. And if we do lose because of me, you can sleep on me in economy." You grimaced, "like I'd wanna." Alejandro nodded at Izzy to continue. She started talking to the camel who immediately got in team amazons boat after she told it to.

The musical bell went off. "Time for a musical reprise!"

Everybody groaned. "Hey! If you'd finished the song the first time you wouldn't be here now, Zeke! Start singing. And put your backs into it." Chris looked like he enjoyed everyone's misery. He definitely did.

Pick or make your own part again 🤷‍♀️

Team Amazon passed you guys, as you said they would. So your team got second and team victory got last. "Congrats! You're alive. And as long as you all brought your rewards across the finish line, there will be no eliminations tonight." Most people cheered at the news, you were too busy glaring at Alejandro.

"I lost the stick..heh." Ezekiel said, his whole team looked at him in anger. Chris chuckled. "Sucks to be you."

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CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Losing Sierra to Heather? Ehh tragic. But I still have the upper hand, the president of Cody's fan club doesn't know a thing about me. No one does, and I intend to keep it that way. Compared to me, Heathers a saint. Well...I guess Y/n thinks she has me figured out. She doesn't even know a quarter of it though."

"Y/n is...a valuable asset. Noah keeps getting in my way though."

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

You were pissed sitting in economy. You were sitting in between Noah and Alejandro. "So? What do you have to say? I literally told you not to let Izzy talk to the camel! You didn't listen." You complained, leaning back. "Now we're stuck on this stupid wooden bench in this very sketchy area of the plane." Alejandro only looked at you as you ranted about his mistake. "I apologize cariño, I'll make it up to you," he grabbed your hand, attempting to kiss it.

Noah scoffed, "quit it Prince Charming." He grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from Alejandro's grasp. "That's no way to grab a lady." Alejandro said.

"Suck it," you scooted away from Alejandro. "I'd take his touch over yours any day, Al." You taunted, using the name he oh so hated against him. He shivered.

"Necesitemos hablar, sígueme. Y por favor, para de usar ese nombre." Alejandro said, standing up and walking into the confessional. He wanted the world to see how he made you his puppet. (Translation- we need to talk, follow me. And please stop using that name.)

But something is making him wanna make you more than just a puppet. Make you his.

NOT proofread.

Part 5 ALREADY out

As I said in earlier chapters, Y/n is hinted to be short.

Alsooo my Spanish is Argentinian and Mexican..as I am Argentinian and Mexican so don't say anything🤷‍♀️

Part five⬇️

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64sue · 7 months

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dear my favorite papaya muppet,

my god you are 24 today 🥹

lil Lan is growing up

maaan you have no idea how much I love you, you have no idea how much you changed my life, you have no idea how much happiness you give me...

but yeah, you are just a rich guy in a fast car doing vroom vroom on weird, crooked circles pfff sorry I forgot, nothing special...

my biggest flex is that I can support you in f1, this sport is everything to me... I love our papaya team 🧡

when I look at your smile, I always start smiling too

this happiness in your eyes when you stand on the podium, I always try not to cry, but ofc they're tears of happiness, oh and another biggest flex, I saw your podium in live, this Hungary one, my goddd, poor Max's trophy 😭

one day you will win the race darling, your time is coming, trust in me <3

muppet, I can't forget...

big thank you for everything, but most of all thanks to you I feel in love with photography again, thanks to you I have plans and new ideas, I enjoy going to the various events with a camera in my hands andd guess what, people like my work and they want me in their events as a photographer, that's crazy but I like it

thanks to you I can again enjoy my life, thank you that you show me how to build my self-esteem, that we are not perfect all the time, that mistakes happen but we can always get up and try again, thank you for showing me to never give up, no matter how bad it is...

thanks to this lil kid and now, to this grown man for everything tbh...

I'm a proud papaya fan and I'll always be, thank you for all the happiness you have given me and continue to give me, lil muppet and once again HAPPY BDAY!!! 🥳🥳🥳

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kiwibubbles5 · 2 years

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So. I have never let anyone read any fanfiction I have written. Ever. Nothing where I have to write in-character for an existing character, and CERTAINLY nothing that's x reader. (This one is y/n's pov) But I'd already started writing this and I've seen that the Markiplier Tumblr community is so heckin supportive. And with all the amazing art and writing I see from all of you, I couldn't hoard my own story like a lil protective possessive gremlin, I wanted to contribute. sO HERE'S THIS I GUESS. Starts with the final scene from ISWM and has some... aftermath, I guess? A continuation. Captaineer. 7,036 words. I'm long winded. Cannot be easily read as platonic lmao. Lian = a random crewmember I made to be the Captain's good friend. aaaaaaa im scared

I wake up to the oh-so familiar computer's voice... "Software update complete. Initializing Wakey-Wakey Protocol. Current ship status is -" My stomach clenches. "Nominal." I blink several times. Do I believe that? Is everything....... Okay? My cryopod hisses open. I hesitantly emerge. Lian is cleaning the glass of my pod, and gives me a weird glance. Well, if I look as paranoid as I feel right now...

"Morning, Captain," Mark says entirely too cheerily. I whip around toward him. "Ooh, you look like you've been through hell!" He looks sympathetically at me. I'm too stunned to speak. Don't tell me he doesn't remember... "Yeah, cryo-sleep sucks. But coffee can help." He hands me a mug of coffee and walks away casually to go check on things.

Gunther strolls over. "Mornin', Cap. I'll be heading down with the advance team. If there's any hOrRiBlE aLiEnS down there, I'll take care of 'em."

"Y-yeah, thank you..." I manage to stammer quietly. He's here. He's okay. Everything's fine.

"Not everything can be solved with explosions." Celci snarks at him.

"Ehh, not in my experience!" he replies nonchalantly. "I'll see you on the ground, Cap."

Celci shakes her head in exasperation, "You and Mark are one and the same." Gunther leaves the bridge and several other crew members file out as well - the advance team. Celci turns to me. She's here. She's okay. "Captain, all colonists are safe, healthy, and accounted for. But I'll keep my eye on them as they wake up." Everything's fine. She hesitates a moment, then her professionalism falls away the slightest bit as she looks at me with admiration. "Thank you... for... getting us here safe." She walks away before she can see the guilt that flashes in my eyes at that statement.

I blink away the tears trying to escape as Burt approaches me next. He's here. He's okay. Everything's fine. "Captain, you are a child of the universe. No less than a tree or a star, you deserve to be here. And whether or not it's clear to you, no doubt the universe is playing out as it should." I gaze into his eyes. I can never figure him out... Is he just rambling? Or... does... Does he know? All that doesn't seem like anything he would say otherwise... Unless he knew... And, as always, there's more behind those eyes than I can figure out.

The computer's voice cuts in. "Burt, prepare main reactor for down-cycle and maintenance."

Burt sniffs and tips his cap slightly. "Captain." And walks away.

"Burt..." I mean to call after him, but it comes out as almost a whisper, and he's too far away to hear me.

Everything is so... normal. And it's completely overwhelming. To expect the fires and asteroids and disasters and… they’re not coming. They don’t come.

The computer again. "Please report to your assigned drop pods." I have enough wits about me to at least know that I leave last. There are others managing disembarking. So I wander, in a haze, over to Mark, who stands by the control panel.

"Computer, let's get those blast shields open," he says, pressing the proper buttons. The view from the front window is revealed; I recognize the planet instantly and move closer. That's it. That's our destination. It's here. It looks stunning. Everything's... fine? "Ah, the trip was smooth.” Mark comes over to the window, too. “Just a few rocks, a couple cosmic rays. Nothing the computer couldn't handle on its own." I stare, speechless, at his face. At the same time as relief washes over me - relief for the crew, the colonists, that maybe they'll be alright - at the same time, panic rises inside me. Panic for my own future. Because the longer Mark holds together his completely calm demeanor, the more I'm convinced that he doesn't remember. That I'll have to hold onto this secret all by myself.

"Acknowledged," pipes the computer. "All systems are fully operational. All crew accounted for. Disembarkation under way." I blink several times. It's just so... disconcerting to hear anything but error messages from those speakers.

"She is a beauty, isn't she, Captain?" says Mark reverently, drawing my attention back to the planet. "The long-range scans did not do her justice. Perfect in almost every way." He continues in a more practical tone, "We'll still have to do top-to-bottom scans once we're down on the surface, but we're moving equipment as fast as we can. The crew is eager to get off the ship and onto solid ground... I think you can understand the sentiment." Was there a hint of something in that last sentence? His tone of voice? His glance at me? Or am I grasping at straws, desperate for anything to indicate he might remember? He gazes out the window, not meeting my eyes for a moment. Glances toward the ground at my feet, then finally looks me in the eyes. "And, uh... thank you. ... for, uh... not giving up on me. ... Just... thank you." I spend a few moments processing that. Thoughts whirling through my head. Searching his eyes for some sign. Burt, I was uncertain about - I’m always unsure about. But I know Mark. That statement makes all the sense in the world if he remembers, and it’s complete nonsense if he doesn't.

I come close to him, so we can talk and no one else will hear. Staring with desperation into his eyes. "Do... do you remember??” I whisper. He blinks once. Nods twice, slowly. "E... everything?"

He's looking equally intensely and searchingly at me. "... Yes.” He catches my doubtful, worried expression and reads it perfectly. “... I... I died before we jumped in the wormhole. … Ou…” He swallows, and his voice gets even quieter than it was, “out of this window.” Oh, my God. I hoped… but I didn’t think it was possible. He didn't even remember that back when we were in the wormhole, talking to the bandit. I don’t know how he does now, but I’m glad. He asks me in return, "D... do you remember everything?"

I see the guilt in his eyes and I grip his shoulder firmly. "Yes," I say, hoping the forgiveness comes through in my eyes and my voice. I hesitate a moment. Sigh. "Look, no one can know."

"Y-you don't have to protect me..." he replies. He says that. But he sounds so vulnerable. Pained. Broken. He looks away in shame. He was faking nonchalance just in case I didn't remember, and now his composure is breaking.

"No. Stop that. Look at me." My order-giving tone suddenly takes over. He meets my eyes again, looking a little surprised. "No one finds out. They can't handle it, they shouldn't have to process it, they wouldn't trust either you or me." I doubt either of our reputations would be improved. I turn my body to face him full-on, and my voice softens. "And I will always protect you." That made him flustered. But I don't care, it’s the truth. That still isn’t the only reason we need to hide this from the others, at least for now. I try to purge the sentimentality out of my voice. "Hey. Get it back together. I have a plan. We're both gonna get some rest. Just... keep... pretending everything is fine. Cuz... cuz maybe it is."

"... Yeah. Yeah, okay." He gives me his best fake smile. It's very good. No one would notice besides me. I give him my best fake smile. It's very good. No one would notice besides him.

I turn back to the window and take several swallows of coffee, desperate to stay alert. I... I need to tell him. I can't keep hiding this from him. How I feel. We can't have any secrets, not a single one. Tonight. I'll tell him as soon as we're alone. But right now, it's time to set up a chance to get some rest. I pull out my tablet and call for Celci; it's only a few minutes before she arrives on the bridge, surely having delegated her cryo duties to her team members. I would be lost without all the people on this crew. I take the last sip of my coffee and turn to Celci. "Captain? What do you need?" she asks.

"Hi. Celci. Listen. Ah… You're in charge. For tonight." She looks surprised, curious. "Mark and I are... exhausted." She tries to interrupt, worried since cryo-sleep is her specialty, but I don't let her. "Now, it could've been the cryopods, it could also have been... honestly, anything. Excess stress beforehand, lack of sleep ahead of time... It - it doesn't matter, Celci, it's okay." She isn't placated, but she stays quiet. I’ll have to come up with some better excuses eventually. "We're totally okay. We just really need a break. Listen, ah... all I need is for you to get a safe camp set up and then kinda keep a lid on the party, no one’s working too hard this first night… I... I'm so sorry I have to ask this of you -"

"That's quite alright, Captain. I appreciate that you would entrust me to take charge." Usually, she looks excited every time I give her a responsibility like this; she loves to be in charge, she loves to know I trust and respect her. But now, she just looks worried.

I smile at her. "Of course! Ah... Yeah, tonight that's all there is. I..." I sigh heavily at the thought of everything there is to do after that.

Celci tilts her head at me, calculating. Not sure what's up, but certain something is up. She isn't stupid. She tells me encouragingly, "Captain, I really don't mind. I promise. Once we’re off the ship, I’m done with cryo stuff. I was gonna be helping with whatever was needed anyway.” She hesitates before taking my hand comfortingly. “I am at your service, and if what you need is a break, then I'm happy to manage things for a while."

I beam gratefully at her. "Thank you, Celci. Here, let me..." I start tapping at my tablet, giving her access to the first few weeks of master files and lists for what needs to be done. "Just in case..." I mutter. It'll be hard to balance the rest I need versus my responsibilities to the colony. I look up at her. "Just in case. And you can always talk to me if you need, you know how to contact me and I'll make sure you know where I am."

She scans through the files, scrolling quickly. "Sounds good, Captain." Celci smiles supportively. But I also see in her eyes the intention to find out what's going on. And that's okay. I'll... Maybe I'll tell her a bit about it. I'll tell her as much as I can without hurting her too much. But for now, I can trust that the colony will be alright for as long as Mark and I need to rest.

We start to turn away from each other, but I add one last disclaimer before she goes. "Oh, and, uh... Celc? Try not to be too much of a buzzkill… you know, don't get TOO strict on them. Just... If Gunther is tellin ya you need to learn to loosen up or take a joke, take a second look at what's going on. Obviously, you should feel completely free to ignore him… most of the time... But..."

She grins a little sheepishly. "I understand. I'll make sure to talk to the others, and to you. Compromise. It'll be alright."

I give her a firm nod and a trusting smile. She moves away to help guide everyone off the ship. Before I can ask the computer for more coffee, Lian comes up behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see her looking very concerned. "Heyy. I'm okay, I promise,” I tell her. I lie to her.

"Are you sure?" she asks hesitantly. "Mark's right... You looked like you'd been through hell."

"Heh. Ah, no, I'm... Did you hear what I was telling Celci?" She nods. Technically, at her ranking, she shouldn't be eavesdropping on Celci and I, but she's my best friend. Well... besides Mark. But he's different.

"Do you think it was a problem with the pods?" says Lian, a little doubtfully.

"I..." I think that's the excuse that makes the most sense, but I feel awful throwing Celci under the bus like that when I know there was no malfunction. "I don't know." I stare blankly ahead for a moment, trying to come up with the perfect lie. A few moments of slightly awkward silence. It is not perfect, but something comes to me. "I actually don't think Celci had time to check the pods on the bridge herself. She must've assigned it to someone else and there was something they didn't quite catch. Maybe. I dunno for sure, but really, it's fine." I think that's the best I can do with my current state of mind. Hopefully,everyone was distracted and busy enough on our day of departure that they won’t remember details.

Lian nods uncertainly. "Well, let me know if you guys need anything... Uh, I'm gonna... I'll..."

I smile warmly at her. "Yeah, you're good. Go ahead and focus on your checklist, we'll be okay." She heads off the bridge. I turn to look at Mark, making sure he's still there. I hope no one will think it's too unusual if I stick close to him. We hang out a lot normally… it… won’t seem weird that I need to know where he is at every moment… right?

I look down at my empty coffee cup. I'd need about a million more of these to feel even 60% awake. Wait... oh my goodness. Oh… that’s so sweet!! I didn't even realize earlier. The mug says "#1 Captain.” It's silly, it’s stupid, but it makes my heart swell. Such a small thing in the face of all the mistakes I've made, all the lives I should've saved... but it means so much, casually handed to me by Mark. Geez, I’m getting VERY sappy over a MUG.

I shake it off and look back out the window. I should think about what I'm gonna say to everyone... I know I have to make a speech. A few minutes pass. Mark speaks up then, "Well, I should -" He begins to turn to walk away. I wordlessly catch him by the arm and spin him back around to look out the window. He looks at me, blinks, and doesn't ask any questions. Just stays with me, standing by my side.

It isn't long before the computer announces, "Passenger disembarkation complete. Main crew may now depart the ship."

"Okay, everyone, let's move out!" I say, and we file neatly off the bridge. I stay at the back, keeping an eye on everyone. But mostly Mark. Transport pods are filled. We are ejected, and the features of the planet grow closer and closer, more and more clear. I can’t help but look back at the Invincible II… behind us. We’re out. I can only pray that Mark and I will feel better when we spend more and more time away from that cursed ship.

When we enter the atmosphere, the artificial LED lights switch off, and something like the sunlight of Earth fills the spacecraft. The pod touches down gently, settles. Everyone else exits the other pods, excited. Soon, Mark and I are the only ones left in ours. We linger back, gathering the strength to stand up. I make it to the doorway and catch a glimpse of the crowd of crew members and colonists outside. The sight halts my steps. I feel Mark come up behind me. "... How can I face them?" I ask him quietly. Sure, they’re all standing on green grass, beneath a blue sky, in the sunlight, safe and unharmed. Sure, none of these colonists exploded. But…

He takes me gently by the shoulders and turns me around to face him. "Make the smile," he says, giving me a fake smile in demonstration. "Use the speech voice. And... It's gonna be okay." He spins me back around and gives me a little nudge of encouragement to exit the pod. I start walking into everyone's view.

"Stay close to me," I mutter to him. Pathetically. I should be the one comforting him. Supporting him. I'm the captain, I shouldn't be so needy.

But all he says in response is, reassuringly, "I will." And I feel him walking close beside and a little behind me.

I make my way to a spot where it seems everyone can see me. Mack rushes up and hands me a voice amplifier. "Thank you," I tell him. He rushes off into the crowd with a nod and a salute. I switch on the amplifier and speak into it. "Okay, can everybody hear me?" Looking out over the crowd, I see many nodding heads. Deep breath. Fake smile. Speech voice. "Awesome! Well... First and foremost, you should know I did not write this ahead of time. So." A chuckle from the crowd.

"You never do, Cap." Gunther shouts from the front.

That earns a chuckle from me. "Feel free to tease me about that after you've tried making a speech, kay? ANYway, we made it! We are here... breathing the air, standing on the ground of a planet *lightyears* away from Earth. We made it." Some cheers, a bit of applause. I smile at them, trying to feel how I would feel if… everything had gone to plan. "This is a BIG deal. This is a historic moment for all humanity, and every one of you is a part of it. Now, as I'm sure you all know, the hard work is not over. There's still a lot to be done. But this... this is a great accomplishment. All you did to prepare for our journey, even having the courage to volunteer for this in the first place... I'm very proud of you all. And you should be proud of yourselves." I begin to tear up already. Dang it. "And I wanna thank each and every one of you for volunteering and for following through on all the work it took to get here. I-i -" My voice wavers a little. "I wanna thank the crew..." I wipe my eyes quickly. "I'm so sorry, guys, this has been my dream since I was little and I could not be here without all of you." Good lies are half truths, the best lies are technically entirely true. It has been my dream. But at this point, that is not why I'm emotional.

I try to steady myself. "I want to thank the crew." The heads of departments stand at the front of the crowd, a little removed from the colonists and the rest of the crew. "Gunther, in charge of Asteroid Defense Systems!" I gesture toward him. "And everyone who worked under and with him, for keeping our ship intact." I clap for a few moments and the audience follows. Gunther gives a nod of acknowledgment, hiding his bashful and pleased look pretty well. "Burt, in charge of the Main Reactor! And everyone who worked under and with him, for keeping our ship moving." Another gesture, another round of applause. Burt does not hide his bashfulness well. "Celci, Head of Cryo! And everyone who worked under and with her, for keeping us all safe and sleeping." She basks in the applause, but when she sees the genuine, deep gratitude in my eyes, she smiles a little more humbly. "And absolutely everyone on this wonderful crew. We couldn't have done this without any of you. Thank you so much for all you have done."

I take a deep breath. I will not cry. I will get through this. "And... Last but certainly not least..." I say. Mark tenses up behind me, knowing what’s coming, resistant to the praise. Well, too bad. "I want to thank our Head Engineer, Mark." I reach an arm behind me and wrap it around him, pulling him forward to stand beside me. "Who built our ship." I can't look him in the eyes right now, I will cry. So I keep my gaze directed out over the crowd. "Who spent his hard work and his precious time -" My voice will not break. I will tell them, with composure, what he did for them. As much as I can tell them. "He put his heart and soul into the Invincible II. He made it possible for us to travel to this new land. To start this new life, to be here, now, in this moment that will go down in history." And as I talk about the years he spent building the ship, I'm thinking of the unfathomable amount of time he spent building the warp core. Trying to save everyone. How much he went through for them. And for me. "So for everything you sacrificed for this dream -" I squeeze his shoulder. "For every... iota of care and attention, for... for everything you have done. From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you, Mark." I can tell he's shedding tears at this point. If I look at him, I will break into a thousand pieces.

"You're welcome, Captain," he says to me quietly, in such a sincere, strained, emotion-laced voice that I almost break anyway. I pull my arm away, but I stay standing very close to him.

I clear my throat and blink away the impending tears. "SO, as long as you all know how grateful I am for you, there won't be much further ado. We're going to get a safe and secure camp set up, to have somewhere to stay tonight and until we build more permanent housing. And then... for tonight, I want to celebrate." I grin at them. "You deserve it. We deserve it. So, ah... limit the drinking, cuz you won't wanna be hungover tomorrow... But, enjoy yourselves. Rest or party or chat... Shake off that cryosleep, have a great night! Ah, and just as a final note…” Here goes. “Mark and I are actually completely exhausted.” Vague mutterings and some concerned faces come from the audience. But hopefully, if I sound nonchalant, they won’t worry. “Maybe we didn't follow doctors orders well enough, maybe we were too stressed, maybe there was a small issue with the bridge cryopods... I honestly may have forgotten to put them on Celci's list, and I know we were all relying on lists that day. But, I'm too tired to figure it out, and it’s too trivial to care. It's not a big deal, we're fine.” And my happy-go-lucky tone does seem to be calming everyone down. “But it does mean, ah, that you might not see the two of us for a few days. Celci is in charge until Mark and I are rested up a bit more. I've appointed Gunther as official director of 'loosening up a little,' so." The audience chuckles. I see Gunther elbow Celci playfully. "And I'm always available for emergencies or advice. I’m right here, and if you need me, come get me. But, ah... You're all in good hands, and I want everyone to have a great time tonight! Well done, all!"

Switching off the voice amplifier, I try to walk away toward the pod full of camp construction supplies as the audience erupts in applause and cheers. But Celci raises her voice over the noise. "I think there's one person who hasn't been thanked, Captain!" I wince. Of course I appreciate it, but I've really got to get away from the colonists. Away from the crew. The facade is breaking. She must notice the subtle body language of my reaction, because she continues with, "I know you're tired, so I'll be brief. Thank you, Captain, for everything you have done. We couldn't be here without you." Immediate clapping, wild cheering, sounds of agreement. All of it feels horribly bittersweet.

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN!!" someone cries from the crowd, voice raising above the others.

Celci rolls her eyes, but I just yell back, "I LOVE YOU GUYS, TOO!" No voice amplifier. No professionalism or “manners” like Celc surely wants. Just two idiots screaming across a field at each other. And that’s somehow less bitter and more sweet.

Mark and I walk several yards away to the sounds of raucous applause. The tears have finally started dripping down my cheeks, so I keep my back turned to everyone. I'm still heading in the direction of the camp supplies when someone taps my shoulder. "Y/n?" It's Lian. I quickly wipe my face with the back of my hand and turn to look at her. I realize my lies during the speech don't quite line up with the ones I told her. But I only presented them as theories, so maybe it's alright. She isn't looking at me suspiciously, just... worried. "I... took a few people and we set up bedrooms for you guys. The nice beds. They're just in a couple of the pods, but we kept the temp regulation on inside."

Oh my gosh. She's the best. I take her hand in both of mine. "Thank you so much, Lian. Thank you."

She smiles. "You're welcome. Now go, you look exhausted. Get some rest. Get a lot of rest." She turns her gaze to Mark. "Both of you. They're over there, those two." Lian points, and then walks away to help with camp preparations. Geez, she's the sweetest.

Mark and I make eye contact. I think we both feel bad deserting our responsibilities like this, but... we need to. We won't be any good to them in this condition. We come to this agreement nonverbally, and just walk toward the place Lian pointed out.

The two pods are a little removed from the others, doors facing across from each other. We walk over between them. I'm walking on the left, Mark on the right, so logically, we'd split off in those directions and take those rooms. Which is what Mark begins to do, reluctantly. I catch his arm. "No," I say simply. He looks over at me in relief. I pull him into the pod on the left, and the door hisses shut behind us. A moment of quiet stillness. And then, both our legs just give out. We collapse to the floor at the same time, Mark slumped back against the wall, me on my knees. I then fall against the wall, too, half-leaning on him. Utter silence envelops the room. Minutes pass that feel like hours. Or maybe it's hours passing that feel like minutes. Neither of us are asleep, but we aren't moving, either. Not speaking. Not even thinking. I finally say something first. "We... we should..." I wanna say we should sleep. But there's something I have to tell him first. I promised myself. I shift to look into his eyes. "I have to tell you something." He looks at me with worry. "I have to tell you something and I'm scared to cuz I don't know what's gonna happen but I can't hide it anymore because we can't have any secrets. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I was just... scared." Well, now he looks all nervous and afraid and I have to just spit it out before he thinks it's something worse than it is. I sit up straight and look him square in the eyes. Deep breath. No secrets. "I love you, I love you so much, romantically, with everything I have, you are my everything, I love you and I always have, since like a few months after we met I've loved you, and I never told you, because obviously that's so inappropriate, I'm your Captain and your boss and that's a huge problem, but I couldn't help it, and then we were such good friends that I didn't wanna ruin that, but I can't hide it anymore, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just hope you're not freaked out and we can still-"

Suddenly, a pair of warm, soft lips presses against mine, stopping my babbling. My heart rate skyrockets. I hadn't even noticed him moving closer, hadn't paid attention to his reaction, I was too focused on getting this confession out. I was so afraid of admitting this, so sure it would drive him away... But... My eyes flutter shut. He's moving his lips gently against mine. I'm moving with him. His hands cup my face. It's... so much better than I dreamed. And I have. Literally dreamed about this. Not a small number of times. I pull back just slightly for a moment, looking into his eyes. "... Really?" I whisper against his mouth, barely audible.

Mark slides his hands down to my waist. "I love you, too, y/n," he replies, softly, sincerely. "I can't believe you didn't know that sooner."

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me, resting my head on his shoulder. "We-ell... heh..." I'm embarrassed to admit the reason I never considered the possibility. But he already knows it. "I didn't wanna get my hopes up... that it wasn't just platonic. And... a-and it's a little hard when... everyone thinks I'm gorgeous and acts weird around me..." I blush a little.

But Mark doesn't seem to think it's cocky or narcissistic of me to say that. He tightens his arms snugly around my waist. "A-and..." His voice is shaky. "And you chose... me? O... out of everyone who's obsessed with you... y-you could have anyone... and you... want... me?"

I break out of the hug and take him firmly by the shoulders, looking at him sternly. "Mark. Of course I want you. You are - amazing. You're responsible and smart and hardworking and caring and sweet and you never give up. I trust you more than anyone. You make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me believe in myself, you make me feel like -" I swallow a sob. "Like I'm not alone." Tears are spilling down his cheeks. I think he wants to smile, but he believes this is all too good to be true. "Hey." I murmur, gently wiping away his tears with the pad of my thumb. In many other circumstances, I would feel the same... I have trouble taking praise to heart. I've never quite believed anyone actually adores me the way they act like they do. "Listen." But Mark... I know he would never lie to me. He respects me too much to pretend to love me. He knows I would never want that. I have enough doubts about everyone else's feelings about me. He knows I need at least one person I can always count on. "Mark." I can only hope he trusts me just as much. I don't want him living with doubt. "Would I lie to you??"

He sniffs a tiny sniff. Geez, he's so adorable. "No."

I'm cupping his face in my hands now, making sure he doesn't break his gaze away. "You trust me, right?" He nods. "I would never lie to you. Especially about this."

He sighs, conflicted. "Yeah, okay. I trust you. It just... feels... too good to be true."

One corner of my mouth quirks up in a half-smile. "I knew that's what you were thinking. And you need to not. Think that. You need to love yourself." A fresh bout of tears springs to his eyes. Oh. Oh no. He struggled with insecurities before all this wormhole madness. Before… His hands are balling up into fists. He’s shaking.

What am I gonna do with this man? This beautiful, precious, perfect man who hates himself. Who will be plagued by guilt and trauma forever. I can't think of the words to help right now. I can’t imagine any words that could help at all. So I just wrap an arm around his neck and kiss him, burying my other hand in his soft, black hair. I try to do something more helpful than rambling on… if I can show him how much I love him, that I forgive him… I feel his hands come to my hips as he begins to kiss back. It stays slow and sweet and gentle. I think maybe we're both feeling a tiny bit... safe. For the first time in a long time. We don't stop till we're both out of breath. We pull back from the kiss and instantly wrap our arms around each other tightly. I don't know about him, but I'm afraid to let go. A few moments pass. "We should get some sleep." I say. Mark nods. Keeping an arm around my waist, he pulls me over to the bed. Lian did get the nice ones. Queen size, thick mattress, sheets and blankets and lots of pillows. It looks beyond heavenly - especially being the standard all-white; it’s like a fluffy cloud. I pull back the covers and collapse down on the mattress. Mark joins me, and I snuggle close to his side. His arm comes around me again. I curl my fingers around the lapel of his jumpsuit. We're both still in full uniform. Neither of us even briefly consider making the effort to change.

Mark pulls the sheets over us. "Hey, Captain? Uh... Y/n? What should -" He hesitates, nervous.

I smile at him. "Call me whatever you want. Honestly, the whole colony will know about this at some point, I don't think we can stop that. But, we can at least try to hide it, if you want."

He chuckles a little. "Yeah, we should probably at least try."

I hide my face in his chest for a moment before admitting softly, "I do love hearing you say my name, though."

He grins. "I'll have to work on using it when we're alone, then. Uh - anyway… y/n… I wanted to warn you, uh, that I might be a little clingy for a few... ah... years."

I wrap a leg around one of his. "Oh, I'm so glad you did not just say days. Because... Yheheheyeah. I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm not leaving your side for, like... a long time." He just beams in response. His smile is so beautiful. I hope someday, the deep sadness in his eyes goes away… I bet I have it, too. I hope we can heal from this. "Okay, goodnight. Sleep well, sweetie."

He blushes furiously. Oops, didn't mean to do that. It sorta slipped out. Still, he just replies, "You, too, y/n." I close my eyes and then peek to make sure his are closed. They are. Hopefully, he's exhausted enough that it'll be easy to get some rest, despite any flustered feelings I may have accidentally caused. I spend the next few minutes struggling to stay awake, listening to his breathing. Once it evens and I know he's asleep, I'm out like a light. I'm pleasantly surprised to not even have any nightmares. Must be too tired to dream.

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As Head Engineer and Captain, we're both pretty light sleepers. Even as exhausted as we are, both of us snap our eyes open at the gentle knock that comes on the door. I look up at Mark. "I'm not moving," I whisper, "unless you care?"

"... Too tired to care," he responds.

I nod. My sentiment exactly. "Who is it?" I call.

"It's me, Captain!" Celci's voice. I look at Mark again. He doesn't look worried about her seeing us... In fact, he almost looks... smug.

"I told her I'm your favorite," he says quietly.

I roll my eyes - those two and their squabbles, what am I going to do with them? - and call out to Celci. "Come in!" The door opens.

Shock is evident on her face. "Captain, wh-" She looks from my calm, unabashed expression to Mark's smug one. "I -"

"CC," I call her by her nickname, wanting to forget professionalism for now. Because this is possibly the least professional thing I could ever do. She meets my eyes. "Whatd'ya need?" I ask simply.

"U-um... I…” With difficulty, she puts aside her confusion and focuses. “I had some questions. For you." From her tone, these are not advice questions. They're suspicious ones. Curious about the weird, half-baked lies. I just nod to indicate she should continue. "Ah..." She shuts the pod door behind her. Sits down in a chair I hadn't even noticed was there earlier. "Captain, I think you already know what I'm going to say." She pauses, but continues when I don't reply. "There were no issues with the cryopods on the bridge. I had a free minute earlier, and I checked them." Pause. Trying to look at me and not shoot glances at Mark. "I also distinctly remember all medical analyses being meticulously checked. And, honestly, you two can't have been that much more stressed than everyone else on the ship. Not to mention the fact that stress doesn't alter the effects of the cryopods." Translation, all my excuses were terrible. At least, to her. Everyone else most likely bought them, but not the expert on the cryopods. "So... what really happened? You two are never like this. You must really be completely exhausted, because this isn't like you." Mark begins to protest, but Celci clarifies, "No - not the - whatever this is..." She gestures to the two of us, "I mean, hiding away when there's work to be done. You've literally never done that. Something's wrong."

I give her a wry grin. If there’s one thing I know about my crew… they might be dumb sometimes, but they’re not stupid. If that makes any sense… I reply, "I hate to say it, but I'm not gonna tell you, CC." I can see in her eyes that's the answer she expected. "I really am sorry. But... It's over, and there's nothing you can do to help. And I do not need it weighing on your mind.” She shifts in her seat, and I know exactly what her argument is. “Now, yes, I know - I know, I know. The curiosity is gonna bother you a little, too. But I..." I sigh. I hate hiding things. But sometimes people deserve better than the whole truth. "I can't have you thinking and worrying about something that's over. Done with and long gone.” Or, at least, it better be. “I'm sorry, Celci. I hope you understand."

She looks searchingly at me for a few moments, then takes a deep breath and sighs with a hint of resignation. "Okay. Thank you, Captain. At least... at least now I know, you know I'm not stupid. At least you're admitting something happened. I'm not happy about it... but…” Another sigh. “I'll try to forget about it."

I smile sadly at her. "Thank you.” She starts to get up. “Uh, hey, before you go... What time is it? How long were we asleep?"

She makes a reluctant face, like she knows I'll feel guilty when I hear the answer. "Four days, Captain."

At first, I cringe a little. But Mark squeezes my shoulder, and I feel a little better, like I know exactly what he’s trying to remind me of. All we did for them... Maybe it's okay to rest for a while. And if everyone is doing okay... "How is everything? On schedule? No unforeseen disasters? Do you need help with anyth-"

"Everything's fine, Captain," Celci says, smiling reassuringly. "It's okay, we're okay. On schedule, going according to plan. I promise you can trust me to take care of everything." The earnest look in her eyes melts my heart. God, I love my crew. She's worried about me, and Mark, no matter how much she'd deny that, she wants to help in any way she can, she's so determined to make me proud. I sit up and scoot across the bed, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Celci. I don't know what I'd do without you." I hope she knows how much I appreciate her. I hope they all do.

She blushes a tiny bit. "You're very welcome." She stands up, forcing me to let my hand fall.

Why won't any of you believe me when I tell you how amazing you are? I wonder. But then again, I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I got too upset with my crew for that.

"You guys should take as long as you need. I will let you know if we need you, but I hope we can let you rest." CC begins to turn to leave, then looks back over her shoulder at us. "Whatever happened, sleeping for four days straight isn't normal. I hope you feel better soon." And the pod door hisses shut behind her.

Staring at the door, I think about all the different versions of her, and Gunther, and Burt. Loyal and trusting, always there for me and willing to listen. The only times any of them betrayed me were when they thought they had to, to save the colonists. To save the ship. When their trust had been pushed so far it hit the breaking point. I don't blame them. Honestly, I'm so proud of them. Maybe the Celci and Gunther and Burt here with me now aren't the same ones who did those things, but now I know what they're capable of. Now I know for sure that they'll do anything to protect our people. Maybe someday, I can thank them properly for everything I know is in their hearts. Maybe I can tell them everything that really happened, someday... not soon, but someday.

My train of thought is broken by a soft, adorable snore from Mark. Aw, he's asleep again already. He makes a little troubled noise, and I hurry back over to his side, wrapping my arms snug around him. No nightmares allowed, Mark. I'll protect you. I stay awake until I'm sure he's sleeping peacefully, then nod off quickly next to him. The last thing I remember thinking is, CC's right. It is not normal to sleep this long. But I'm still so tired…

#markiplier #markiplier egos #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm engineer mark #engineer mark #iswm captain #captaineer #iswm fanfiction #iswm fic #I only managed to hit post bc it's 3am and I'm half-delirious. This is how to beat anxiety. lol #that however also means the final touch-ups were made at 3am while half-delirious sO

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chiefatticcreator · 2 months

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(Just a lil fun thing, feel freebto ignore if you wanna :) )

Tammy was maybe the living proof why kids shouldn't be subjected to porn too early in their life. Given, by now Tammy wasn't a child anymore and closer to being an adult than to being a tween but watching porn had been an early start for her.

It had been by accident that she had stumbled over that website of one well hung man fucking different women until their eyes rolled back in their heads and they came in mindblowing orgasms, moaning so lewdly that Tammy usually had to mute the sounds or use her headphones.

But something about those videls had fascinated her and up to this day she kept watching. Early on, she realised the website was about this one man as only the women were replaced but oddly, Tammy wasn't that interested in him. Sure, she wondered what it was like to be fucked by him, to feel like this but her main focus usually was on the women. She wondered what they'd taste like, how they felt and with a little bit of sadness she had wished for a cock herself so she could also fuck those women. Maybe the website had awakened something in her.

"Dear Team, thank you for all your videos. I watch them for years and I adore the ladies and love seeing them cum so mindlessly. It's wierdly pretty and I think it helped me coming to terms with myself. In some parts at least. Maybe I get to experience something like this when I'm older. Your fan, Tammy."

Once more she checked the text before she hit send. And off the email to the support team of Jack's porn side (sorry, didn't know if the side has an actual name) went. Maybe it was weird and someone unrelated would see it, someone from an outsourced support. But today, Tammy had felt like should write this.

With one hand she switched tabs, back to the muted video. She bit her lip, slowly her eyes went glassy from arousal. With one hand she teased against her growing clit. Her fingers were damp from the soaked panties she rubbed against.

Her eyes widened a little when the gargantuan cock entered the secretary. Tammy (as well as the video lady) gasped for air, moaning and Tammy pressed her crotch harder against her own hand. God, she loved this so much.

Mails like these were recieved very often by Jack and Overwatch, with two or three every day.

It was Angela Ziegler, Mercy, who answered Tammy's. The mail conjured a specific mental image to the doctor, one that was the very goal of the website and all these videos of Jack: getting teens over the world obsessed, in love with Overwatch, with the sexy women working on it, and most of all, with Jack.

Which was why Mercy felt herself getting wetter even as she read, and wrote an answer to, Tammy, mail.

Dear Tammy, we are all very happy here at Overwatch-videos to know you like our content. I am especially glad it has helped you in your life, as it was part of the reason we founded this video site. I really hope that you will get to experience something one day, and maybe we could even help you! Did you know that we sometimes hold a tour of our studios, and with ti the occasion to meet andtalk with us? We often do it via lottery, but maybe you will be part of the lucky ones? We could even shoot a video with you in it, to let you experience what these bimboes do, and try to make you have fun with a cock. It would please me a lot to meet you one day, and i hope we will talk. Hopefully, Angela Ziegler. P. S: What are your favourite videos?

And with that Angela hit "Send", rubbing herslef at the idea she would get to personally corrupt a young girl further. And then she got to work on the next email like it.

(I really like your writings, they are very hot!)

#soldier: 76 #overwatch

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x-chubby-reader · 3 years

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HIII your blog looks so cool! I was wondering if you could do issei matsukawa and/or hanamaki takahiro x chubby reader who's sometimes insecure? it's been driving me c r a z y not seeing any matsukawa x chubby reader hc's or stories so it's either they're currently a myth or I suck at searching for this treasure thANK YOU <333333333

A/n - I hope I did this well, and I found about four fics with Mattsukawa so Ima just put them down below the A/n. We need more Matsukawa in our lives so I hope this works for you-

1. Main four, including Mattsukawa - By @d0llpie

2. Main four including Mattsukawa - By @everything0nerd

3. This is NSFW - @sugawara-sweetheart

4. Matsukawa with a s/o who dosent think he can lift them by @d0llpie

Not prof read

lowercase intentional since I am lazy

Not edited

Hope this is good!

Matsukawa and Takahiro x Chubby Reader

Takahiro

i wanna start with the fact that homeboy keeps you sane half of the time

his calm ass is the one people call when you start to spiral down with all the voices in your head telling you disheartening things about your body

he may or may not be the type to always have a guiding hand on the small of your back (kinda ironic with the gif-)

small talk king

all of the time

you and him have so many inside jokes oml

he doesn't need to even say anything, he just needs to give you that look and your on the floor choking out laughs and i pray for you if your drinking something because that is coming out of your nose

homeboy is observant

he’s one of the boys who notices when your acting off immediately and can pinpoint what it is

he just knows you and your mannerisms too well

just how you seem to hold your comments more and slightly slink into your shell

he hates seeing you like that

since he is more quiet, your kind of act like his megaphone, don’t that the wrong way

he is aware that insecurities really don’t even go away and can resurface often

but, that wont stop him from being supportive of you

he wont really sugar coat things, just give you a lil pep talk

but he would whisper little praises to you though

“Life would be boring if it was too easy, you just have to learn how to get through things even if its hard.”

he is trying leave him and his little reasuring shoulder rubs alone-

Matsukawa

mmmm, scary looking yet soft boyfriend

y’all can both relate with getting judged on your looks as people think he is intimidating even though he is as friendly as anyone else you meet on the street

very easy going its nice

just the most chill boyfriend you will get, he aint high strung like a certain captain of his team

just not feeling yourself today? that’s chill go get your favorite blanket and turn on a movie

we stand a chill and understandable boyfriend

he just gets you, ya know?

it might sound weird to you, but he had been insecure about his pronounced his upper lip was and was constantly self conscious about it

though he just learned to not care about it, he knows that its easier said than done

would be a lil more mushy than takahiro about your insecurity, less straight to the point

homeboy will full on shower you in small little complements

you cannot escape them, he will follow you around with a small smile on his face

i feel like he has a fascination with your hands, whether you like them or not

how can something so be so soft and plump yet delicate and dainty at the same time?

you will almost never have both of your hands free when he is around you

nah he will take it and hold it no matter what

you’re not getting it back until you shoo him out of your house and tell him to go home

if your living together then that’s a you problem

i’m not kidding, he will pout until he gets it back

he don’t care if your palms get sweaty, if he wants he gets

if you pull away, homeboy has the saddest look on his face as if he just saw you kick a puppy

i’m going to leave it with the fact that i think he would also be a good hype man about you and your body

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gubler-me-up · 3 years

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Lost in Translation

Request(s): Hey :) Can i make a Spencer request? Something like that episode in Mexico, with a bilingual reader please <3 Like a trip and he realizes that the reader can speak Spanish, he's kinda mesmerized and she helps the team to get more information about the unsub

hey beautiful :) could u write something (literally anything) where the reader speaks another language or like they have an australian accent or smthg and they have to like translate for the team and spencer just thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world and then the reader gets real worked up and starts yelling in the other language and spencer is just like skdkdmend,,,,u don’t have to if u don’t wanna but like i love u sm ur amazing

A/N: Thanks for the first request @cryingforwill and shout out to the anon who sent the second request! Can y’all believe this is my last fic of 2020? Being posted early? New year, new me (maybe)! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and supporting my work for the last four months of 2020 you literally ROCK �� btw I am by no means bilingual (maybe a lil French but that’s it) so all the Spanish being spoken in this fic is straight from Google Translate so pls forgive me if it doesn’t translate properly and if you’re like me and don’t know Spanish pls have Google Translate on deck while reading

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: Swearing, semi-nudity, mentions of violence

Word count: 2k

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It was rare that the team travelled abroad for a case but when an unsub was on the run to Mexico they had no choice to follow their tracks. The team landed in Mexico within a day of finding out the unsub had fled. They didn’t waste time scoping out places the unsub could possibly be according to eyewitness reports.

Unfortunately for Spencer he got stuck with surveilling at the beach with Morgan in the hot sun. They made sure to dress for the part by wearing swim trunks and sunglasses. Well, that’s what Morgan was wearing. Spencer opted to wear a white t-shirt, brown khaki pants and a pair of black converse.

Morgan had begged him to change into something else so he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Spencer insisted that if he just stayed on the outskirts of the beach he would look like a tourist sightseeing. The explanation earned him an eye roll and look of disappointment from Morgan.

No matter the amount of disappointment Morgan felt, the surveillance plan went as planned. Morgan went on the beach to blend in with locals and tourists so he could ask people if they had seen the unsub as well as scoping the area for him. Spencer stayed just at the border of the beach surveilling the area. Whenever someone would pass by he would ask them if they had seen the unsub.

From a handful of people ignoring him to them just giving him a weird look, he felt as if he actually did look a bit weird in his attire. He sighed and decided it might be best if he did some surveillance from the car with his pair of binoculars. Before he could turn around to leave, a volleyball hit his feet.

He looked down and picked it up. He had no idea why he picked it up considering he didn’t know who to give it to. Even if he did he wouldn’t embarrass himself trying to hit it back to the person it belonged to. Volleyball was apart of his long list of sports he wasn’t good at.

“Hey, sorry, that’s mine.”

He looked in the direction of where the voice was yelling. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he saw a gorgeous woman running towards him. He tried to be respectful and not stare for too long considering she was wearing a bikini. He didn’t want her to think he was a creep or even worse, the unsub.

She smiled as she made her way right in front of him. She held out her hands for him to give her back the ball. He looked down at her hands and then at his. He silently went “oh” as he realized he still had the ball in his hand.

“Sorry,” he said as he handed her the ball.

She looked him up and down with a questionable look. She looked back at his face. Spencer for sure thought she was going to treat him like the rest and pretend he just wasn’t there. To his surprise she smiled at him.

“¿Eres de eta zona?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No, no lo soy.”

She giggled. “Por la forma en que mataste tu sentencia, puedo decir que eres de los Estados Unidos.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Supongo que eras de la zona.”

She nodded her head. She reached into her bikini top. He watched carefully to see what she was about to pull out. He then realized there’s no way she could be hiding a weapon in her bikini top so he strayed his eyes away from her breast.

She saw how flustered he had become and laughed at how his pale face turned red. She pulled out her I.D. card to show him who she was. He looked at her surprised when he read her identification.

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m originally from America myself but I opted to work for the Policía Federal after serving my time as a special agent at the FBI California headquarters. I’m here to be of assistance to you and your team, agent,” she said.

“How did you know I was-”

“My team was informed by your unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, that an unsub had crossed over to our borders, so we know everyone on your team. Also, no one dresses like that unless they’re undercover.”

Spencer looked down at his attire. He guessed Morgan had a valid point of him sticking out. She laughed and grabbed his hand to escort him onto the beach. He hesitantly held back.

“I hate sand in my shoes,” he complained.

“Well, you should have worn sandals. Aren’t you the genius of the group? Dr. Spencer Reid? How come you didn’t think of that?” She questioned as she yanked him onto the beach.

Spencer trailed behind her unwillingly. He could already feel the sand seeping into his shoes already. He would have been more upset but he was entering the beach for some reason Y/N hadn’t explained to him yet. Since she was on their side, there wasn’t a direct reason not to trust her.

“I wasn’t going to go onto the beach. My partner, Derek Morgan, is surveilling the beach,” he explained.

“The beach is the best part to surveil though. Seems to me you got the short end of the stick,” she said.

“It’s the stick I chose and I’m fine with it,” he said.

She giggled. “Tonto, tonto chico.”

“Uh, gracias?”

She led him over to an area where there was a blue beach towel set up with a cloth bag on it. She let his hand go and kneeled on the towel. He looked at her strangely as he watched her ruffling through her bag. She pulled out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Can you apply sunscreen to my back please?” She asked.

“I-I don’t know if-”

“Do you want to blend in or not, khaki pants?”

He looked down at his pants before looking back at her. She reached the bottle out to him and he didn’t feel as if he had a better option so he took it from her. She smiled as she scooted down to make some room for him to kneel behind her.

He went behind her and kneeled. He opened it up and squeezed a good amount on his hands. He rubbed his hands together before he started applying it to her lower back. He had to admit her skin was the softest thing he had ever touched.

“Crees que puedes seguirme si hablo español durante esta conversación?” She asked

“Intentaré,” he said.

“Excelente. Tengo un hueso personal que elegir con su sospechoso,” she said.

“Que hizo…Wait, what are you doing?” He asked.

Y/N reached one hand to the back of her bikini top and untied it. She held the front of it with her free hand so her breasts wouldn’t spill out, flustering Spencer anymore than he already was. She looked back at him with a smile as she saw him turn red again.

“You need to get the whole of my back,” she said.

“Uh…I guess?” He said.

“You sound unsure. Wait until you have to do the front,” she said.

“I what?” He choked.

“I’m kidding. We’ll save that possibility for another time,” she said with a wink before turning her head.

Spencer’s mouth was gaped open but he couldn’t find the words to say back to her. He honestly didn’t know what would be the appropriate way to respond to her. If Morgan was there he probably would have been even more disappointed by the way he was acting around Y/N.

“Your unsub, Eric Brown, almost killed my partner,” she said.

“I heard,” Spencer softly said.

“Ese hijo de puta nos sorprendió. Le disparó a mi compañero en el cuello y si no estuviera allí para evitar que se desangrara, habría estado muerto,” she said, gradually becoming louder in her tone.

“Lamento que tu y tu pareja hayan sido víctimas de él,” he said.

“¿Ser víctima de él? Si vuelvo a ver a ese hijo de puta voy a hacer que me caiga víctima,” she yelled.

He let her have her little moment because he knew how upsetting being in that type of situation could be. Even though he was upset for her, he couldn’t help think her yelling was tantalizing. It didn’t help he was enjoying rubbing her back with sunscreen and feeling her soft skin over and over again.

“Estamos aquí para ayudar en todo lo que podamos. Queremos hacer justicia a su pareja y a las otras víctimas de Brown,” Spencer said.

She turned around to look at him with a smile. He smiled back at her as he took his hands off of her. She looked down at the string that dangled at her side and then looked back at him. He didn’t need her to say anything and grabbed both strings on both sides of her to tie it around her back.

“Eres muy dulce, Spencer. Le devolveré el favor diciéndole esto: escuché de un informante hoy que Brown intentará esconderse en un carro de cargamento de drogas que se dirige a Cuba,” she said.

“Really?” He asked in shock.

“Sí. The shipment leaves in six hours, but the dock isn’t too far from here. If my hunch is right, he isn’t staying too far from the dock,” she said.

“Reid.”

They both looked up to see Morgan walking their way. Spencer immediately got up and dusted the sand off his pants. Y/N also got up and picked up all of her belongings off of the ground.

“Morgan, I-uh…I know what this might seem like but I was-um.”

“Hi, my name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m with the Policía Federal. I was informing agent Reid about Brown’s possible whereabouts,” she said.

“Yeah, apparently, he’s going to get on a drug shipment to Cuba in six hours,” Spencer whispered.

“He’s most likely hiding out somewhere north of Cancun,” she said.

“Great. Thanks for the information. Are your units scouting the area out?” Morgan asked.

She nodded. “Yes, but we’re not trying to penetrate the area directly. We have no idea what kind of people Brown has paired up with and he’s already attacked one of our own before, so we’re treading lightly.”

“Fair. I guess we’ll meet in six hours to catch him,” Morgan said as he reached out his hand.

Y/N grabbed it and shook it. “We definitely will, agent.”

As she let go of his hand, she looked over at Spencer. She smiled and reached out her hand. She noticed his hesitation to grab it, so she did him the favour and latched into his hand. She pulled him in and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Gracias por aplicarme protector solar en la espalda. Tal vez después de atrapar a este hijo de puta, podamos ser más íntimos,” she said into his ear.

She pulled away from him and saw that confused yet intrigued look on his face again. She laughed before waving them both goodbye. They both watched as she walked off from their sight into the overcrowded beach.

Morgan flopped his arm around Spencer’s shoulders. Spencer looked at Morgan to see a grin spanning from ear to ear. He sighed as he already knew what Morgan was going to say.

“So you spent the time you were supposed to be surveilling rubbing on a hottie’s back?” Morgan asked

“How about we don’t talk about it?” Spencer said as he shrugged off Morgan’s arm and started to walk away.

“You can’t keep your secret move from me,” Morgan said as he walked behind him.

“What secret move?” Spencer asked.

“The “standing there out of place but yet attract all the ladies to me” move,” Morgan said.

Spencer smirked. “I would teach you if I knew why it happened.”

Morgan chuckled. “You know what, I think I’m more content with you finally not knowing an answer for something than I am with you getting a potential date.”

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champagne problems, ch.2

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Two: Cherry: The engagement party. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: mild cursing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, very angsty, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, this chapter is a lil fluffy, this series is going to be a real slow burn babyyy

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A/N: thank you all so much for the kindest feedback to the first chapter! i am so glad you liked it, genuinely it means so much to me!! you are all so sweet!

Things between you and the hazel-eyed doctor have been strange to say the least. On most days, Spencer would avoid you like the plague. He no longer came into work before everyone else, he no longer walked you to your car at the end of the day. Your conversations were not only rare but also short and most often work related. He refused to sit next to you on the jet, and stopped going out with the group for afterwork drinks if he knew you’d be there.

Overall, Spencer didn’t engage with you at all unless it was absolutely necessary.

Of course the team immediately picked up on the shift in dynamic between the two of you. Profilers profiled. Even though Spencer and you haven't officially said anything was going on, everyone knew. It was obvious.

You were glad however that they all kept their thoughts to themselves. The last thing you needed was for everyone to get involved with something that was simply between you and the brunette doctor.

“What’s this?” Spencer asked confused as you placed a brown paper bag on the desk in front of him.

“It’s breakfast.” You replied. Shooting you a hesitant look, the brunette doctor opened the bag and peeped inside. “I brought you a scone. I baked them myself last night, and this one is for you.” You added shrugging your shoulders lightly while Spencer retrieved the pastry.

“You didn’t have to. What about-” Knowing what he was about to ask, you cut him off. “Don’t worry genius, everyone got one this morning before you came in. This one is rightfully yours.”

Spencer looked up at you, and half-smiled. “Thank you.” You immediately smiled back. “Don’t mention it.”

It was a strange feeling, being this nervous around him. Even after your breakup, you remained close. The two of you continuously dangled on this thin line between less than a relationship, more than a friendship. To an outsider it was definitely weird, but it was unique to your situation since neither of you really wanted to break up in the first place. The circumstances forced you too.

Spencer was your go-to person for pretty much anything, just as you were his. Which is why his current cold shoulder hurt your feelings.

Truth be told, you found his attitude to be quite childish and immature. Yes, how he was feeling about your recent engagement was completely valid but as selfish as it may seem in your eyes there was no need for him to completely cut you off.

“Look, I know things have been odd between us.” You began, resting your body weight against the edge of his desk. “But I just want you to know that I-”

He shook his head. “Please don’t finish that sentence.” “Spencer...” “No Y/N, I mean it. I don’t want you to tell me that you will always care about me, or that I will always have a place in your heart because that frankly doesn't make me feel any better about any of this.” He stated.

“O-okay.” You breathed and turned your attention away from him, breaking eye contact. “So I guess that’s it then? You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” You asked without looking back at him.

Spencer didn’t say anything. What could he say? That he didn’t want to be your friend because he wanted more? He couldn’t say that. That would make things even more complicated because as far as you were concerned he already moved on. As far as you were concerned Spencer wasn't in love with you, so he couldn't tell you now after all this time that he was.

Which is why he distanced himself these last few weeks. It was easier to ignore you, to not talk to you unless he had to. It was easier to pretend you didn’t exist because if you didn’t exist the pain in his chest was imaginary.

“Fine.” You snapped your head back to look at him. “I knew that you wouldn't take my engagement well, but never in a million years would I have thought that you would act like a complete dick about it.” The tone of your voice jarring. “I know that maybe you’re hurting Spencer, but like you said we both moved on so honestly grow the fuck up.” You spat before walking away. Only once has he heard you speak like this, back when he decided to break your heart and end your relationship.

Spencer cursed under his breath; something he didn’t do very often. He sunk back in his chair, and ran one hand through his already messy hair before sighing. You were right. He was being a dick, but again it was easier. It was easier to be an asshole than to deal with the turmoil currently going on inside of him.

Although it may not seem that way, the last thing Spencer wanted to do was to hurt you. He was unhappy, yes. In retrospect he could have shown it less, he could have tried harder to truly be happy for you, because not once did you ever wish him unwell. Your breakup was hasty, and messy, and you had every right to hate him forever because of how it went down. But you didn��t. Apart from the initial shock, you were never angry with him. You stayed by his side, as a friend.

It dawned on Spencer in that moment, that’s why he was so vexed. It wasn't because of you; a friend. Spencer was angry with himself. He was the one that ended it despite your pleas. He was the one that cut you off. He was the one that pushed you into Ethan’s arms. It was because of him you were now engaged to someone that wasn't him. And he unfairly took that anger out on you.

Tonight was your engagement party. He decided that he was going to go. It will be painful to see you in the arms of another, but he will show his support because that’s what friends do. Friends.

The restaurant you picked wasn’t that far from where he lived. For a moment Spencer found your choice to be quite odd, given the history the two of you had with the place. But he quickly shook the thought away - it must be a coincidence.

He stepped inside, and his gaze instantly landed on you. Wow. Gorgeous didn't even began to describe how you looked right now. You wore a figure-hugging white dress with a plunge neck, and floral appliqué detail. Spencer was mesmerised. And if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a public place, surrounded by people that were here to celebrate you and your fiancé, he would have kept his gaze on you the whole night.

Steadily, Spencer approached to congratulate you.

It was then he noticed how Ethan’s jaw was locked. How even though Ethan had an arm around your waist, the two of you weren't standing right next to each other as a couple in love should be. When he got a little closer, Spencer also noticed how the makeup under your eyes was reapplied almost as if you had been crying. And that the smile currently present on your face was fake. Despite the occasion, you didn't look happy at all.

“Spencer.” His heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name coming out of your lips. Your eyes locked, and he could have sworn they lit up. “I- Thank you for coming.” You reached out your hand to gently squeeze his forearm, and smiled at him warmly. A real smile.

The brunette doctor couldn't help but smile back. “I wouldn't miss it.” He replied. It was a lie, but it looked like one you needed to hear. You let your hand fall back to your side, just as Spencer turned his attention to the surgeon.

“Nice to see you again Spencer.” Ethan uttered, a hint of vexation in his voice. “You too Ethan, and congratulations.” “Thank you.” Ethan glanced down at you briefly. “I’m a lucky guy.” He kissed the side of your head, before excusing himself to talk to another guest.

Of course Spencer noticed that even though you leaned into Ethan’s touch, a small act that stirred the jealousy inside of the brunette agent, your body relaxed the second Ethan was out of sight. Sudden concern flooded through him. But before he could ask what was on your mind, you reached out your hand to straighten his tie.

"I’m glad you’re here Spencer.” A soft smile circled your lips. It took every fibre of his being not to take your hand in his, and hold it right there on his chest. “I am really sorry about what I said this morning.”

“No, I’m sorry Y/N.” He responded. “I hope you know that you will always be my friend, no matter what.”

“Good.” You let your hand fall and looked around the party. “Well, I better go and mingle.” You glanced back at the hazel-eyed doctor and sighed. “Wish me luck doctor.”

Spencer wanted to stop you, but he knew better to bring up whatever was bothering you now. Knowing you, you wouldn't say anything anyway. Not in front of all these people.

“Good luck.” Spencer smiled kindly. He watched you disappear into the crowd before heading off to find his friends.

An hour in and the party was in full swing. Chatter, drinking, and even dancing. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Everyone but you.

You did your best to keep your head up and enjoy yourself but no matter how hard you tried, the feeling just wasn't there. With a drink in hand, you talked to your guests one by one. At this point in the night you have heard it all. From congratulations, to wedding planning suggestions, and even tips on having a successful marriage.

Which is why you were glad that Ethan came up behind you and asked you to step outside. Even if the feeling was short lived.

“Listen babe, I have to go.” He stated. You furrowed your brows confused. “What do you mean you have to go?” Ethan sighed. “The hospital called. It’s an emergency.”

“You told me that if anything happened they had you covered.”

“Y/N don’t do this right now.” He breathed.

“Don’t do what? It’s our engagement party Ethan.” You stated, annoyance levels rising. “My family flew from across to the country to celebrate with us. My dad is here to get to know you and you’re just-” “The hospital called Y/N. You know how this works, or did you forget the time you were supposed to meet my parents you got hailed away on a case.” He gritted.

“That’s different!” You snapped, taking a step toward him. “How is that different Y/N?! Work is work!” Ethan grumbled. “Because you told me that if anything happened they had you covered.” You repeated sternly.

“I don’t have time for this.” Ethan waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll stay at the hospital tonight.” And just like that he began to walk away. You wanted to yell after him but you knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved in his theatrics. So instead you wiped the single tear that was currently trailing down your face, and headed back inside.

Thankfully no-one even noticed the two of you were gone - or so you thought. As you let out a deep breath, Penelope appeared in front of you. The bubbly blonde linked her arm with yours and eagerly pulled you gently across the restaurant to a table where the rest of the girls sat.

“Sit, sit.” She pointed to one of the empty chairs. “You look like you need a break sweetie.” “Thank you.” You breathed while plopping down and making yourself comfortable.

“So, how’s your night going?” Tara asked while taking a sip of her drink. “Are you having fun?” “Honestly, I’m exhausted. If I hear another comment on how you should never go to bed angry with your spouse I am going to throw myself out a window.” You replied making the girls laugh.

“It’s only uphill from here.” JJ joked. You rolled your eyes at her playfully. “Way to cheer me up honey.” “Anytime.” She shoot you a wink just as Luke and Spencer joined. Luke placed a tray of tequila shots on the table and pulled up a chair next to Penelope.

“Hey, where did Ethan go?” He asked while sitting down. “I saw you guys leave when we were at the bar and only you came back.” Garcia nudged his arm, and he instantly knew that he shouldn't have said anything. He smiled at you apologetically as an inaudible sigh escaped your lips. “He got called to an emergency at the hospital.” No-one said anything. They just glanced between one another.

“Excuse me.” You muttered getting to your feet, and as you walked away you heard Garcia say to Alves: “Way to go newbie.”.

The brunette agent suddenly jumped out in front of you causing a halt in your step. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you hesitantly looked up to meet his comforting gaze.

“Stopped me to say I told you so.” You mumbled fighting back tears.

“I would never do that.” He affirmed even though he didn't have to because your statement was only rhetorical. Spencer was not the kind of man to gloat, or make you feel even worse than you already were. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m not.” You replied honestly. “I mean my fiancé just left our engagement party, he told me he's not coming home tonight, and to top it all off he-” You bit your tongue. You couldn't tell him that last part. “Never mind. I don't want to bother you with my problems.”

“You could never bother me. Never.” Spencer reassured.

A tiny smile circled your lips. “That’s sweet Spencer, and you have no idea how much it means to me.” He smiled back. “However, this is a party, so we best go and try have a little fun.” “Y/N...” He wanted to protest but you lifted up your hand and placed it on top of his. “I promise one of these days I will unload all my shit on you doctor. Tonight is just not that night.”

Spencer nodded slowly agreeing with your promise. You smiled at him, still holding his hand. The two of you stood completely frozen and soundless; as if there was no-one else in the restaurant, no party.

Spencer’s heart was thumping so hard in his chest he thought it would burst at any given second. And even though his mind was racing in circles, there was a permanent image stuck vividly. You. He wondered if in that moment you felt as strong of a connection as he did.

His question was answered when you dropped your hand and broke the eye contact. The imaginary glass shattered; he was brought back to earth.

He dropped his arms too, and cleared his throat.

“Pumpkin, just exactly where is that fiancé of yours?” Your dad asked, suddenly appearing next to you. “He was supposed to-” His eyes landed on Spencer. “As I live and breathe, Dr. Reid.” Your dad smiled. “I would shake your hand but I remember you’re not the biggest fan of that.”

“That’s alright Mr. Y/L/N.” Spencer responded reaching out his hand. “Good evening sir.” He greeted while shaking your dads hand. “Please son, we’ve known each other long enough, just call me Anthony. Plus if my memory serves me correctly I think I’ve asked you this before.”

Spencer smiled softly. “Right, of course. How’ve you been Anthony?”

Your dad smiled back. “Ah you know son, I can’t complain.” “Dad’s retired now, so he is spending a lot of time reading, going on walks.” You chimed in making your dad roll his eyes. He looked at Spencer. “Truthfully son, I am bored out of my mind. Retirement is boring.”

“Dad, it’s well earned rest.” You noted.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead pumpkin.” Anthony joked causing you to gently nudge his arm. “Dad!” Spencer couldn't help but chuckle.

Anthony waved his hand in front of his face before changing the subject. “Now, where is that fiancé of yours?” He asked again. “He had to go to work.” You answered, and Spencer could see that although he didn't say anything your dad wasn't impressed.

“Well pumpkin, if he’s gone then would you mind calling me a cab back to the hotel? I’ll leave you kids to enjoy the rest of your night, and I will see you tomorrow for brunch as planned.” You nodded, kissed his cheek, and stepped away to call the taxi leaving Spencer and Anthony alone.

Once you were out of earshot, Anthony turned to Spencer. “Keep an eye on her for me, won’t you son?” He asked. “I want what’s best for my only daughter, and between you and me Dr. Reid, she doesn't seem happy.”

Spencer didn't know what to say. He felt slightly guilty for not being there fore you these last couple of weeks. After tonight, and noticing the odd dynamic between you and Ethan, he agreed with your dad. Maybe if he hadn't been so distant he'd have noticed earlier? However, Spencer knew that if he told you how he felt you’d only go back to arguing and that’s the last thing he wanted.

“I know it is a lot to ask given your history, and I will completely understand if you decline but quite frankly son, you’re the only person I can count on.”

“Don’t worry sir.” Spencer began. “I will keep an eye on her.” Anthony smiled at Spencer’s response. He placed a grateful hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gratefully. “Thank you Dr. Reid.”

You rejoined them shortly after that. As your dad said his goodbyes, you asked him to text you when he got back to the hotel safely.

Soon you and Spencer were alone once again - well not entirely given the party was in full swing.

“Let me buy you a drink.” Spencer offered. You giggled looking back up at him. “It’s an open bar doctor.” You pointed out making Spencer chuckle. “Then let me order you a drink and keep you company.” He corrected himself. “Maybe ward off crazy relatives. How does that sound?”

“Given that my aunt May has been eyeing me for the last fifteen minutes, and she’s quite the talker, it sounds good doctor.” You replied. With a wide grin, Spencer extended his arm and pointed in the direction of the bar. “After you.”

No matter what his assumptions about your relationship with Ethan were, Spencer’s priority from this point on was going to be keeping that promise he made to your dad.

Maybe it wasn’t over for him yet. Maybe he could still win you back. Truth be told he really wanted to try, but that was no longer important.

Being your friend was. As much as that would potentially suck.

I confess I can tell that you are at your best I'm selfish so I'm hating it

A/N: hello friends! i hope you liked the second chapter of this mini-series. i’d love to hear your feedback and what you think will happen next! if you would like to be added to a taglist, please let me know. thank you for your continuous support. with love, mal. x

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#5 from this prompt list: "Let me bandage you up."

"Fucking hell!" Lup shouts to the heavens.

"I told you there was a ditch nearby," Merle says blandly.

"This isn't a ditch, Merle. This is a giant fucking crevice in the earth that just broke my fucking leg!"

Needless to say, Lup and Merle's forest expedition wasn't exactly going to plan. Their entire team split off into pairs to explore in search for the Light, (with the exception of Taako who wanted to stay behind on the ship), and so far Lup and Merle had to swim through a raging flooded river, fight off two chimeras, break their way through a giant "haunted" bramble patch which turned out to be hiding a small community of very hostile gnomes, and get so hopelessly turned around and lost that their hope of ever finding their way back to the Starblaster was getting slimmer and slimmer.

Their latest misadventure involved Merle scouting slightly ahead, warning her of a well hidden "ditch", and failing to mention it was actually a drop off to an eight foot deep hole, which tripped her and made her land with her full weight on her right leg while it was bent at a weird angle.

"Alright, I'm coming down, just give me a moment." Merle readjusts his backpack and starts carefully picking his way down the side. When he finally makes it to Lup's side, she's leaning up against the wall with her head pressed back against it, eyes squinted shut in pain. Merle takes out his holy symbol and mutters a prayer while moving it slowly over her leg.

Nothing happens.

"Shit!" Merle grumbles.

Lup opens up one eye to look at him and grimaces. "You don't have anymore-"

"Spell slots, no I don't."

"Oooffff fucking course." She closes her eye again and focuses on breathing.

Merle takes off his backpack and rummages around in it. "Luckily I brought more medical supplies than just me and my holy powers. Do you see any good sized branches near us?"

Lup opens her eyes again to look around. "There might be some branches over there." She points to the opposite side of the hole where the branches of a fallen tree lay against a slightly gentler slope back upward and out of the pit.

Merle takes a roll of bandages out and sets it on top of his bag before pulling out Lil Choppy and setting to work on getting branches that are viable for setting her broken leg.

After a few minutes of silence, save for the hacking of the hand ax, Lup asks, "So uh, do you think the others were able to find the Light?"

Merle takes a beat to wipe some sweat from his forehead. "Maybe. At the very least, they're probably having more luck than we are just trying to get around this place."

Lup gives a pained laugh as Merle goes back to hacking at branches. When he's gotten a few he's satisfied will get the job done, he moves back over to Lup and sets them down beside her leg. "Now, let me bandage you up."

Lup cries out in pain as Merle moves her leg in position and begins wrapping the bandages around it and the branches supporting it. He mumbles an apology but keeps going. After he's finished, he scoots up against the wall next to his friend and sighs. "So uh... how are we going to get out of this one?"

"I don't know," Lup sighs. "I can cast a spell that could levitate me, and you'd be able to pull me around without having to worry about putting weight on my leg, but uh that only lasts for ten minutes, and we still don't know where the Starblaster is. Not to mention, I... don't know if I have spell slots to cast that right now, now that I think about it."

They're both quiet for a beat. Then Merle laughs a little. "Well, at least if we die out here, we'll come back next year, right?"

Lup bites her lip. "Mmhmm?"

Merle looks over at her and quirks an eyebrow. "You don't sound very convinced."

"Well," Lup begins slowly, "yes, we will come back... at least, I'm 85% sure we'll come back..." She trails off and looks at him sheepishly.

Merle stares at her. "You're only 85% sure? You and Barry spent an entire year testing this theory! You told us we'd be alright!"

"There's always room for error in science and arcane studies, and we always have to take that into account. But 85% is a solid B, so we're pretty sure we'll all be fine. Sure enough to reassure everyone else at least." Lup explains defensively.

"What about the other 15%?" Merle asks incredulously. "That's a huge percentage of uncertainty!"

"Try not to think about it," Lup waves him off.

"Try not to-"

"Look, we'd be more sure if we actually had a chance to really test it, but it's only been four years, and so far the only time someone's actually died was Magnus back in year one. The fact that you and Magnus go back to having the same injuries as the ones you had when we first left is key evidence to support our theory that we just go back to our recorded state, but until someone else dies and comes back to life, there's only so many experiments we can do to try and replicate the real deal."

"So now the scientist has become the lab rat and dragged me along with you." Merle crosses his arms.

"Arcanist, for one," Lup says hotly, "I'm not that big of a nerd, and for two, technically Davenport dragged you into this because he's the one who paired you with me. And I'm so sorry that being paired with me was such a disastrous choice for you."

"That's not what I meant," Merle says, but Lup crosses her arms and looks away from him.

He sighs and digs through his bag again. It takes a minute, but he finally pulls out his prize, a little baggie of baby carrots that he swiped from the kitchen before they left. He crunches on one before silently offering Lup another one. She looks over for a second and rolls her eyes in annoyance but accepts the offering anyway.

"There's got to be a way out of this situation," Merle says after a while of chewing on carrots. "Maybe I can go back to the gnome village and see if I can get a healing potion or at least a way of contacting the ship."

Lup snorts. "They'll just run you out of town again. I don't know if you remember, but they weren't keen on listening to us last time, and I doubt they'd be too impressed with us now that we've accidentally burned down a few of their buildings."

"Not our fault they kept attacking us," Merle shrugs. "But I'm sure I can sneak past the guards, find their apothecary, and steal whatever we need to get you on your feet again."

Lup laughs. "In that armor? Merle, you are the single loudest dwarf I have ever met!"

Merle chuckles despite being mildly annoyed. "I mean, do you have any other ideas?"

Lup's smile fades a little. "I mean... I could send up a flare and hope Taako sees it? Prestidigitation is a cantrip, so I can just keep burning that until someone finds us."

"If they ever find us."

Lup grabs another carrot and chews on it contemplativly. "You know, I woke up today ready to take on anything and find the Light, but now all I want to do is be with my brother and complain to him how shitty our day has been while he makes me tea and jokes about it to make me feel better. It's... been a while since we've done that. We spend so much time researching and working and being too exhausted to do little more than sleep that we haven't just sat down to hang out and complain about just how shitty this all is."

"Well, I'm not Taako," Merle begins carefully, "but I'm still your friend, and I'm still here for you. You can complain to me all you want, and right now I can't offer you tea, but I do have some jerky once we run out of baby carrots."

Lup looks over at him and smiles. "Thanks, Merle," she says quietly.

Merle nods, and the two of them spend the rest of the late afternoon talking about the past four years and how much they miss home. When night begins to fall, Lup starts shooting sparks into the air, and the contrast of the bright colors against the darkening sky does catch the attention of one extremely worried elf. He sighs in relief and directs his captain to sail the ship westward toward the colors of hope.

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desdealgunlugardelsur · 3 years

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Harrison Ford: 2020 summary

A year like no other, as you must have heard countless times. The pandemic changed almost everybody´s life on this planet and Harrison wasn´t an exception. Our lil´ bean is strong and healthy but also has to be safe at home, so this year didn´t deliver many news about Harrison. Still, we had a new Harrison movie, The Call of the Wild, released in February, and a few other events before the lockdown. 2020 was also marked by the death of 3 former Harrison´s costars: Chadwick Boseman, Sean Connery and David Prowse. May all of them rest on peace on Heaven.

A new year begins, and we all wish Harrison (and everyone by the way) a productive, happy and healthy 2021. Stay safe!

JANUARY

Early January: Harrison Ford enjoying his holidays in the caribbean island of Bonaire

25th: Harrison Ford with singer Carole Bayer Sager in a dinner in support of US Democratic candidate Michael Bloomberg

28th: The Call of the Wild “Adventure Companions” Featurette. Harrison Ford talks about dogs and companionship in The Call of the Wild’s “Adventure Companions” featurette.

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28th: not sure where these pics were taken. Probably in Wyoming? (pics from Rich Elali)

FEBRUARY

3rd: Verizon Super Bowl Ad Features Harrison Ford And New Pearl Jam Song

Kathleen Kennedy Says Harrison Ford Is Still On For ‘Indiana Jones 5’

Early-mid February: the national and international promotion of The Call of the Wild begins

5th: In Mexico City:

Harrison Ford: America Has Lost Its Moral Leadership And Credibility: The “Star Wars” and “Indiana Jones” star calls out U.S. policy on immigration and climate.

11th: On the Jimmy Kimmel Show:

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More here

13th: Harrison Ford, actor and watch designer. Newly adapted from Jack London’s literary classic, “The Call of the Wild” transports us to the snowy expanses of Alaska in the 1890s, with Harrison Ford as prospector John Thornton. The actor talks about climate activism, technology and why mechanical watches beat smartwatches every time.

14th: Indiana Jones 5 Starts Shooting In Two Months Says Harrison Ford : The long delayed fifth Indiana Jones film is finally about to get underway, as Harrison Ford reveals that he will begin shooting in two months. (that was what they were planning before COVID-19 hit the world...)

14th: Harrison Ford: Indiana Jones 5 Will “See Part of His History Resolved”

17th: “A Force ghost? I don’t know what a Force ghost is…I have no idea what a Force ghost is. And I don’t care!“. Legend.

21st: The Call of the Wild is released in cinemas

At the movie premiere in Los Angeles:

BRING ON THE PUPPIES:

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More videos:

Call of the Wild Survival Tips!

SNACK??? (Kudos to that girl)

Find epic stories at your library!

More news:

Of Course Harrison Ford Did His Own Call Of The Wild Stunts And 'Wore Out' The Stunt Team

Harrison Ford's shirtless chest is that buff (at 77) for his 'Call of the Wild' swim scene

26th: Steven Spielberg Won’t Direct ‘Indiana Jones 5,’ James Mangold in Talks to Replace

27th: Harrison Ford Breaks Down His Career, from 'Star Wars' to 'Indiana Jones' (Vanity Fair)

Late February: Harrison Ford visits Google´s offices in San Francisco to test the company´s self-driving car. [x] [x] [x] [x]

MARCH

14th: Harrison spotted in South Hadley, Massachusetts [x]. Apparently Harrison and Calista went to Massachusetts to pick up their son Liam after college shut down due to the coronavirus pandemic.

MARCH

...

APRIL

3rd: Disney delay multiple release dates including Jungle Cruise, The French Dispatch, and Indiana Jones 5

(…) Another big reveal is that Indiana Jones 5 – which will reportedly be directed by James Mangold – is being pushed back a year, from July 9, 2021 to July 29, 2022.

29th: Harrison Ford under FAA investigation after making a mistake while operating an airplane on the runway

According to the audio obtained by TMZ, Ford, 77, did not follow the direction of a tower operator to “keep short” on the runway because of “traffic”. It seems that the actor did not hear the direction. He nevertheless started to cross the runway, which prompted the operator to reprimand him for not following his instructions.

“Cross this trail now!” I told you to keep it short! You have to listen, “said the operator.

“Excuse me, sir, I thought exactly the opposite. I’m really sorry, ”said Ford immediately.

TMZ said there was no risk of an accident. The other aircraft was allegedly 3600 feet from Ford’s aircraft.

MAY

6th: Lucasfilm Reportedly Wants Harrison Ford To Return For Han And Chewie Star Wars Spinoff (Note: this hasn´t been officially confirmed by Lucasfilm)

15th: No news but I think this is cute:

From twitter.com/siikasele

21st: The Empire Strikes Back 40th anniversary. 40 years ago, TESB was released on theaters the 21st of May of 1980.

27th: James Mangold Confirmed To Direct Indiana Jones 5. Producer Frank Marshall confirms James Mangold is directing Indiana Jones 5 and says he's only just begun to work on his own script for the movie.

28th: James Mangold plans to take Indiana Jones franchise 'someplace new'.

Indiana Jones Writer on How Pandemic Will Affect Film's Script

JUNE

Nothing happens but look at this

You are welcome.

JULY

13th: Happy birthday king!

AUGUST

23rd: Harrison Ford dropping off his son Liam at College with wife Calista Flockhart via private plane (from tinyrebelstuff)

28th: Chadwick Boseman dies of cancer at the age of 43

Harrison Ford Calls Chadwick Boseman "As Much a Hero as Any He Played"

“Chadwick Boseman was as compelling, powerful and truthful as the characters he chose to play,” Ford said in a statement to The Hollywood Reporter. “His intelligence, personal dignity and deep commitment inspired his colleagues and elevated the stories he told. He is as much a hero as any he played. He is loved and will be deeply missed.”

SEPTEMBER

24th: Harrison Ford Cleared by FAA in Runway Investigation. "The FAA has closed the case involving the pilot who crossed a Hawthorne Municipal Airport runway without authorization on April 24, 2020. The FAA required the pilot to take a remedial runway incursion training course. When the pilot successfully completed the course, the FAA closed the case with no additional action," the FAA said in a statement to The Hollywood Reporter.

OCTOBER

19th: Harrison Ford & Ed Helms To Star In STX Seafaring Comedy ‘Adventures Of Burt Squire’

22nd: Actor and Pilot Harrison Ford Becomes Airlink Spokesperson. Video here

31st: Sean Connery dies at 90.

Sean Connery: Harrison Ford pays tribute to his Indiana Jones father and 'dear friend'

"He was my father... not in life... but in Indy 3," he said.

"You don't know pleasure until someone pays you to take Sean Connery for a ride in the sidecar of a Russian motorcycle bouncing along a bumpy, twisty mountain trail and getting to watch him squirm.

"God, we had fun - if he's in heaven, I hope they have golf courses.

"Rest in peace, dear friend."

NOVEMBER

2nd: Harrison Ford And Lincoln Project Back Anthony Fauci, Advocate Firing Donald Trump

In the waning hours of the 2020 presidential election, the Lincoln Project has enlisted Harrison Ford to narrate a new ad that plays up President Donald Trump’s suggestion that he will fire Dr. Anthony Fauci.

The spot features a scene from a Trump rally on Sunday in which supporters began chanting “Fire Fauci! Fire Fauci!” and the president responded, “Don’t tell anybody, but let me wait til a little bit after the election.”

Ford then says, “Tomorrow, you can fire only one of them. The choice is yours.”

3rd: Harrison Ford and Bloomberg on Biden 2020

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7th: Destiel becomes canon. Harrison doesn´t give a single fuck.

Also Joe Biden wins the US elections. Trump is defeated. Harrison, we know you hate Donald Trump. Congratulations.

21st: Harrison Ford back in Boston, Massachusetts, to pick up his son Liam for Thanksgiving Day.

28th: David Prowse, who played Darth Vader in the original trilogy, dies at the age of 85. Sorry, I didn´t find any words from Harrison on his memory... it seems they weren´t so close. Also, Jeremy Bulloch, the original Boba Fett, dies at 75 the 17th of december.

DECEMBER

10th: Indiana Jones: James Mangold, Harrison Ford Team to Close Out the Character

Harrison Ford and James Mangold's Indiana Jones 5 will serve as the final chapter for the iconic character.

Disney changed the Indiana Jones logotype. I have a bad feeling about this.

15th: Rare, behind-the-scenes look at 'The Empire Strikes Back'

Including this jewel:

Gif from the @theorganasolo

31st: And just at the very last day of this weird and strange year...

Disney Reportedly Wants Harrison Ford For Indiana Jones Streaming Show

Thankfully, then, it seems that the fifth (Indiana Jones) outing may not be the last we see of the actor in the role, as insider Daniel Richtman claims that Disney wants Ford to appear in a series that’s being developed for their streaming service. Further details are unclear and the tipster doesn’t say if it’s an all-new show or a reboot of The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles, but as one of the Mouse House’s most valuable assets, it wouldn’t be a surprise if they wanted to continue mining the property once Indiana Jones 5 wraps up the big screen stories for good.

Thanks everyone! Hopefully in 2021 the pandemic will fade and the world will return to normalcy. Luckily the production of Indiana Jones V will start this spring, as well as other Harrison projects such the tv show The Staircase and the movie starring with Ed Elms. Fingers crossed for a year full of (good) news about Harrison. Have a happy and safe 2021.

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The Policeman | Night Terrors FINALE

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Summary: The prestigious department of police and investigations in Seoul, Korea, is called to the small town of Cape Springs in rural California. Nothing is quite what it seems here.

Warnings: Blood, violence, you know crime stuff? Fluffy stuff somehow

Genre: Mystery, Crime, Angst, a lil humor, sexual innuendos, language, someone is shot

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5.1k Words

A/N: Thank you guys so much for support in this series. You probably saw it coming, but I really enjoyed writing and weaving this story together. From the very beginning, I tried to weave in little clues <3 I’d love to know your thoughts and thank you so much, again, for reading this! This series is sort of my second child, the first is Down With The Ship, and my first stab at writing mystery...so I hope I did it well haha XD

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“Hoseok. When there is a serious threat, it’s you or them.” Namjoon handed him the gun. “Or in this case, them or the victim. What we want to do is disable them. You have one shot.”

The man held the gun delicately, like a bird that might fly away.

“I could kill him.” Hoseok said, hesitation in his voice.

“I trust you won’t.” Namjoon watched him carefully.

“This gun could kill a man!” Hoseok felt himself shaking. Why why why? He had shot a gun before, but it was never at another person.

“Or a woman.” Namjoon walked around the barrier.

“I wish I didn’t have to carry this around.”

“Mr. Jung, listen to me,” Namjoon shook him slightly and the police officer stilled.

“Everytime you carry a gun,” He plucked the metal out of his hand and waved it around. “you are prepared to take a life. That’s how it goes. There’s responsibility in your hands. Remember what you said to me, in our interview?”

“You do what you have to do, that’s part of the job.” Hoseok nodded, reciting his moral code.

“So do your job.” Namjoon pressed the gun back into his hands.

“Yes, sir.”

Hoseok took a deep breath, assuming a shooting stance, balanced and limber, feet apart, one slightly in front of the other. He looked at the target and shot. Bullseye.

He pulled the trigger as naturally as he breathed.

“I’ll go with you, Namjoon.” You protested, chasing after the taller man.

“I don’t want your emotions getting in the way of what could very well be a hostage situation.” He argued back, pulling on his coat and holstering his pistol. The others were following along with similar actions.

“So you’re calling me emotional?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“I can’t believe this. I thought you were beginning to trust me-”

“I trust you, Y/N.” Namjoon turned to face you and you paused.

There was a pain in his eyes as he glanced from you to the door. The others were ignoring the confrontation, instead heading out the door as fast as possible.

“But look at yourself.” His voice was soft and you were reminded of the chief who was shaking in his boots on his first day.

Namjoon reached out hesitantly and placed a hand on your arm. Your eyes darted from the warmth of his hand to his face.

“You’re overworking yourself. You look like a mess. Please, take some time to look after yourself.”

“Hae-won is still a suspect. There are so many signs-” You started, but Namjoon sighed in annoyance.

“While that may be true, we have to approach this situation with a hostage situation mentality.” He affirmed.

The chief moved his hand and you crossed your arms, rubbing your hands over your biceps. The room suddenly felt cold without his hand. You looked to the ground and then back at him, defeat in your eyes. You were sick of fighting with them. You were done.

“At least tell me where you’re going.” You said softly.

“Matthew Street 2410. It’s a warehouse or something.” He explained quickly, heading for the door. “We’ll be back soon, Hae-won in hand. Then you can question her all you want.”

“That’s Yoongi and Taehyung’s job!” you began, but he was already gone.

A heavy pit fell into your stomach as you retreated to your lab. The presence was still there and it sent a chill down your spine. Out of habit, you swept your eyes from side to side to check the dark corners of the room. The lights flickered on one by one. You lazily went through the test results, stumbling across the pill test. You frowned at the thin piece of paper. If only I had definitive proof.

Frustrated with the lack of evidence, you checked over the machine you used again, the one with the scratched lens. Your mind wandered back to the odd encounter you had with Hae-won. She had looked nervous, eyes darting from side to side, rocking back and forth on her heels. She had acted...odd, even for Hae-won standards. Then Jin’s words came back to you.

Hae-won didn’t come to talk to us, what are you talking about? The open doors, the strong feeling that someone had been in your lab. You bent down to check over the machine. Something was wrong.

The wires that should have been hooked up to each other, were now mixed and matched like a poor reconstruction of a rainbow with messed up colors. Could she have...messed with my machine? You bit at your lip, letting out a frustrated noise.

You moved to another machine and checked over it to make sure everything was in place. After double checking a thousand times, you prepared the fragments of pill that you had left over. You tapped your foot anxiously and checked your watch. You had an hour.

Namjoon felt guilty. It was a common feeling among the group, but despite working together for years, their communication skills sucked. The chief was aware that Hae-won had grown on Jungkook and Hoseok and it was probably a shock that any of this was happening, but even he realized that you were correct. All the dots lined up except the eye witness descriptions of a man as the killer.

“Is this it?” Namjoon tensed. The van pulled into the gravel driveway of the abandoned warehouse.

“Yup.” Jin murmured as they surveyed the ominous structure.

“Okay,” Namjoon twisted in his seat to address the boys.

He was always nervous in hostage situations. It was his job to get everyone out alive and, hopefully, unharmed.

“Everyone listen up.” He snapped.

The men turned their attention from the old building and to their leader. The car beeped softly as Namjoon unbuckled his seatbelt. He cleared his throat and Jin muttered an apology, shutting off the car. The lights in the car dimmed to black and the chief could just make out the faces of his team.

“Just like in any hostage situation, we have one chance.” He briefed.

“Now, Yoongi goes in first, try to reason with the kidnapper. Taehyung stay close behind, but out of sight. Hoseok, have your pistol ready and stay behind me and Jin. Jungkook, remain outside or as close to the outside as possible. Jimin, I need you to be right next to Taehyung in case anything goes wrong. We need someone else who’s a good shot.”

“I’m not a kid.” Jungkook shot up.

“You’re inexperienced and a real life is in our hands, kookie.” Namjoon said sternly.

Jungkook went quiet. The chief had come out in Namjoon and everyone knew to shut up.

“Ready?” Jin breathed. Namjoon gave the slightest of nods and Yoongi slid open the door of the van with a loud thump.

The sound of their steps on gravel echoed like thunder in the quiet. The stars were out and the hazy white and gold streak of the milky way painted across the sky. A child breeze ruffled Jimin’s hair.

Jimin rested his hand on his pistol, stalking closely next to Taehyung. The two were pressed to the shadows, silently stepping onto the concrete floors of the warehouse. The place would give any sane person the creeps. Good thing that none of them were all too sane. That’s what happened when you investigated the gruesome murders of people.

Taehyung’s steps were light and Jimin followed in his footsteps exactly. They hid behind a large steel beam and watched as Yoongi walked in, unarmed and peaceful. The man had always had a calming presence. Hoseok was right outside the door, Jin leaning over his shoulder. Namjoon was next to them and Jungkook was hidden in the treeline, keeping watch.

“Hae-won?” Yoongi’s gruff voice reverberated around the empty space.

“I’m here.” Her voice was soft and quiet.

Yoongi had a calm exterior, but his heart rate leapt through the roof and thrummed through his body when he saw what was before him. Hae-won stood in the ghostly moonlight, pale as a vampire, and just as menacing looking.

It was weird how someone so small could have such a large presence and vice versa. His heart jumped into his throat and he found himself choking. There was something so off about the way she was standing, the way she spoke that contrasted the manic look in her eyes.

He cursed under his breath for feeling so unnerved by someone he’d spent weeks with. Hoseok swallowed, his eyes searching for Jimin’s gaze to confirm anything, and the look in his younger counterpart’s eyes confirmed the worst. Either she was indeed a hostage, or this was a rouse. And he refused to let it be rouse. It just couldn’t be.

“I was kidnapped.” She explained calmly. “The murderer took me by the arm and hauled me off in broad daylight. Just goes to show how no one really cares in this town, right?”

“And where is your kidnapper, Hae-won?”

“She’s right here.” Hae-won said, her voice breaking off. The words she spoke were insane, but the way she said them was calm, robotic.

She pointed to her chest, to her heart. “She kidnapped me.”

“Hae-won, I understand, now, please, we can talk and figure something out if you just come with us.” Yoongi said, trying his best to keep his tone steady. “I know, you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.” She scoffed and Yoongi nodded.

“Okay, you’re not scared. So how are you feeling?”

“I can’t feel much of anything anymore, Yoongi.” She cracked a small smile that only added to her stilted look.

His heart thumped and his blood rushed loudly through his ears.

“I understand-”

“I know you’re all there.” She hurried on, cutting off him. Yoongi let her ramble.

“Jimin and Taehyung go in, hide, and get ready to shoot or have backup. Hoseok is outside with Namjoon and Jin. Jungkook is hiding in the treeline.” She chuckled darkly.

“I know everything about you and all your plans. I didn’t do all that work these weeks for nothing.” Hae-won clenched her fists, memories of pale blue dresses and crimson red blood in her mind.

Her nails dug into her palms, leaving deep crescent moons.

“But don’t worry, I’ll be getting the whole gang involved tonight.”

The samples crashed to the ground as you held your head in your hands. No no no. The machine had been tampered with, but after you had gotten everything in order, the results had been incriminating to the highest degree. Incriminating who? Hae-won. But honestly, what else did you expect at this point? You had tested the pill three times.

Every. Single. One. Read back as positive for rohypnol. Everything was falling into place. The girl’s sketchy behavior, her apprehension. You strode out into the hallway and across to the Investigators’ Nest. Files were stacked neatly, the court case still on the desk. You opened the file to the court proceedings. Two times it mentioned an anonymous testifier, someone who was close to Joo-Eun, the victim.

You read it over. The case was under Joo-Eun v.s. Cape Springs. You scanned the page. In the back, there was a newspaper clipping. You held up the old piece of paper to the light. The faded print was hard to see, but if you squinted, you could make it out.

It was an interview with Hae-won, dated back to when she would have been graduating high school and right after the murder of Joo-Eun. You sucked in a breath.

“Hae-won, a best friend to Joo-Eun, testified today in court. ‘I just want justice for my friend.’ She said.” You read softly.

You gently placed the clipping back in the folder and left the room. You felt...pity for her. She had lost her best friend, she was hurting. But was that a motivation to kill? You grabbed your car keys and the test results, and left the building, shutting off the lights. You locked up the old station, hoping to never have to solve another crime in that place again.

You unlocked your car and got in. You couldn’t even feel pleased about being right in your suspicions, you were simply worried for your coworkers and the men you cared deeply for. It was time to make things right.

What was he doing here? Jungkook sat outside the office, tapping his foot wildly. His adrenaline was through the roof as he shifted uncomfortably. The man next to him was called inside and he scooted over. He had been waiting for an hour, but the nerves still hadn’t slowed.

He glanced at his watch. He really needed this job. The young man gripped his briefcase tightly and then little by little let it go. He let his grip relax and the briefcase fell into his lap with each deep breath. Someone cleared their throat and he looked up, startled.

A young woman stood with her hair in a neat bun.

“Hello, I’m Y/N!” She said cheerily, holding out her hand.

He rose quickly, his case clattering to the floor. He internally screamed at himself and clumsily shook her hand before crouching to pick up the case. She seemed amused.

“I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.” He nodded. “I’m here for the, uh, achem, interview.”

“I figured.” She chirped. “Mr. Kim will see you now!” She gently shoved him towards the door. “And don’t worry, Namjoon is actually pretty nice once you get to know him.” She whispered and then shut the door.

Jungkook stood awkwardly in the door. Mr. Kim sat in his leather chair, surveying him. The chief then nodded at the seat and gestured.

“Sit.” He commanded and Jungkook wasn’t one to disobey orders.

Once he had settled in, Mr. Kim leaned forward, lacing his fingers together.

“Now tell me, Mr. Jeon,” God, it felt like he was being interrogated. “Why do you want this position?”

“I would like to get work experience and I’ve always been fascinated with the whole criminal justice and policing system.” He said hurriedly. “And I’ve heard that you’re the, uh, best.”

“That we are.”Mr. Kim smiled and unlaced his fingers, sitting back to observe the man. “Now, we don’t offer these jobs to just anyone. So tell me, what makes you different?”

“If you want me to be honest, Mr. Kim,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head. “I’m really not sure. I’m not...all that special.”

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You unclipped your seatbelt and raced out the car door.

There were loud shouts and your heart sped up. You crept along the side of the building until the entrance was in view. You peered cautiously around the corner.

The sight before you was not pretty. Yoongi was shouting at the others to back away and Taehyung stood next to him. Jimin was already retreating while Hoseok and Jin were tugging Jungkook back. Namjoon was trying to shout orders over Yoongi and Hae-won was in the center, cackling like a mad woman. A glistening knife was held to her throat.

“Shut up!” She shouted, her voice a growl, low and animalistic, unlike anything you had heard from her.

“If you don’t shut up, I won’t hesitate to slide this over my neck like every single pig I’ve killed in this town.” She chuckled and you could see the wetness of tears on her cheeks.

“I have nothing to come back to. The town hates me anyway. If Joo-eun couldn’t get retribution, justice, when she should have, then maybe I can give her justice.” She choked. Her hands shook. “I deserve this.”

“You didn’t even know Joo-Eun, I thought?” Yoongi said calmly, his voice scratchy from yelling.

“You guys are idiots.” You revealed yourself, your shadow gracing their faces. “She’s her best friend, or should I say was?”

“Keep her name out of your mouth!” Hae-won screeched back, her voice trilling high into hysterics.

Her eyes scanned the room wildly. So this was the murderer. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

“I ran the tests Hae-won. Those aspirin in your medicine cabinet looked off, so I decided to give them a test.” You stepped closer to her. She stiffened, keeping the knife to her throat.

“Rohypnol.” You declared.

“I won’t deny it, Y/N. You were smart, you always kept your work at such a distance from me.” She laughed, the blade tugged slightly across her neck at the movement. “But good thing these guys trusted me enough. I guess it’s just another example of the system failing people like us.”

“People like us?” You halted your approach.

“Women, men, people. We, who dare try and go against this system so carefully set up by those around us.” She fixed you with a hard stare. “I mean, haven’t we both been screwed over by the system? Joo-Eun never got justice, you will never see justice.”

You went quiet. You could feel the heavy eyes of your coworkers on you. You glanced to the side, meeting eyes with Jungkook.

“No one believed me. Do you understand what it’s like, to have the town turn their backs on you?!” Hae-won furiously regained your attention. You stepped closer, now only a few feet away.

“Y/N, step back.” You heard the command of Namjoon. You held up a hand, silencing him.

“I’m sorry, Hae-won.” You whispered. She went still, her face melting into a look of confusion.

“What?”

“I said,” You gently brought your hand up and she let you guide her hand away from her throat.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. And the system has been pretty shit as of late.” You gave Namjoon a pointed glare which he had the decency to look away from.

“But you can’t hate the world forever.” You sighed and wrapped your arms around her. She was stunned, silent, and unmoving. “Please just come back with us. We’ll make things right.”

The tension was palpable. Everyone in the room held their breath.

“There’s nothing to make right. I have no regrets,” Hae-won breathed in your ear. “And I cannot take back what I have done.” She ripped you away, pulling your back to her chest and lifting the knife to your throat.

Well, shit. That did not go as planned.

That was a big problem of yours, rushing into things without a plan. Well, that was really biting you in the ass right now. Instantly, seven guns clicked into place.

“Go ahead, shoot me. We both go down.” Hae-won smiled, her vice like grip uncharacteristically strong for someone of her stature. “Do you know what it’s like to see your best friend’s corpse?”

“I don’t want to find out.” Hoseok’s voice rang clear and you looked at him.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be truly terrified because they wouldn’t let you die, right? After everything you’d been through and you still had undying trust in these boys.

“Put the knife down Hae-won. I won’t say it again.” Taehyung said, his deep rumble ticking your eardrums.

Instead, she pressed the knife harder against your jugular and you let out a squeak of distress. You could see Hoseok’s hands shaking, Jimin’s eyes staring coldly into your own, and Yoongi’s sour expression. When you looked at Namjoon, you just saw...fear. That only meant one thing; She was going to do it. You were going to die.

A shot rang out and you saw red.

Jimin hated fake apologies. It was a thought that he had often, especially when his ex texted him. He stared in disgust at the pathetic gray bubble.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it.

He threw the phone onto the comforter and paced his room furiously. Back and forth, up and down. He was sure the neighbors would yell at him next time they saw him.

The blonde ran his fingers through his hair and rooted around his closet. His ex had never been a nice woman. He should have known she was poison from the beginning.

With the red lipstick and plunging neckline, her attire had screamed at him to kiss her. So he had. Jimin was a man of discipline, but he had always lost control in her presence.

He wouldn’t allow himself to do that again. He pulled out a tie and tugged on a suit jacket. When he stared at his reflection, eyebrows knitted together and lips pulled into an unflattering frown, he set down the tie.

The man took a couple of deep breaths. She was doing it again, making him feel out of control. Controlling his temper, controlling his love life. A lot of his life was about control.

He massaged his cheeks and let himself relax. He tied his tie and pulled on socks. Then, he walked calmly back into his bedroom, reached across the comforter, and grasped his phone. With a few decisive taps, he sent his message and dropped his phone back into his pocket.

Sorry doesn’t cut it, sweetheart, Cheaters never win.

You heard screaming. Was it you? You turned to the side, realizing Hae-won’s tight grip had disappeared. No.

It was definitely Hae-won screaming. She writhed in pain on the floor, slowly trying to crawl away. Blood smeared down her leg. The knife had fallen to the floor and you quickly kicked it far out of reach.

Hoseok’s face gave away no emotion. Inside, his mind was reeling. Did he really just do that? Just as calmly as he had shot, he walked over and placed a pair of handcuffs around Hae-won’s wrists.

“Hae-won, you are under arrest for the murders of Hak-kun, Jane doe, Iseul, and two others. Everything you say can and will be held against you.” He recited dutifully.

Jin and Jimin rushed over. Jungkook was quiet, standing and watching the scene unfold like a movie. A few minutes later, an ambulance has pulled up and a team of paramedics is pulling Hae-won away on a stretcher.

Officer Nam arrived, shaking hands with Namjoon and going around to thank every person. Jungkook accepted the handshake in a daze, barely registering what was being said.

Once everyone had cleared out and it was just the eight of you standing in an abandoned warehouse, you let out a collective sigh. A few chuckles rolled around the group, but Jungkook was still.

Namjoon wrapped him into a hug and pressed a kiss to his temple before ushering everyone back out to the van. He watched as you looked sadly at all of them laughing and joking before stepping into your car and driving away.

Jungkook had always been observant. Shame arose in his cheeks as he remembered the failed kiss. The boys had raised him better than that.

The quiet that followed the case was short lived. Soon enough, they were busy with the trial and conviction of Hae-won. It was funny how Hae-won’s words rang true, how the whole town so easily turned their backs on her, despite having chanted her name a few days ago like a saint.

They discovered heavy layers of coats and jackets, despite it being almost 90 degrees every day in Cape Springs. Namjoon put this forth as evidence of her being able to match the physical description of a man.

Hae-won pleaded guilty to first degree murder. They took her away with a smile on her face.

“Can we talk?”

“You know, I’m really sick of hearing that lately.” You muttered, twisting around in your seat to look at Jungkook.

“I just wanted to say…” The young boy shifted around uncomfortably as the airplane’s ignition clicked on and the cabin began rattling.

“You’re sorry? You wish it hadn’t happened?” You pursed your lips.

“Yeah I’ve heard it.” Then you rubbed at your tired eyes. “You guys really hurt me, but I’ll be okay. I’m stronger than you think.”

You then twisted to face away from him. You heard him sigh unhappily and close the window shade.

Jin was a man of principle and order. Everyday he went to the same coffee shop to get the same coffee and bagel at the same time. He always got home at the same time each night, 8:00 P.M. on the dot. He counted on others to be able to accommodate this, and while it might seem selfish or even pompous on his part, he actually believed it helped other people.

This was all to say, Seokjin didn’t take risks. He was a firm and stubborn man with little time to break out of his mold. He knew he was probably going to take up some office job, but in the meantime, he liked to study the law.

Namjoon was the opposite. Namjoon liked to go out of his way to try something new, to find a new problem and then solve it. It was in his nature as a rather helpful person.

When the two, Jin and Namjoon, combined, they balanced each other out. It was a careful balance, maintained by careful precision in language and movement; were the other to step too far over into the other’s boundaries, the scale would tip and fall over.

It didn’t take long for the boundary to be crossed.

“Mr. Kim!”

“Yes, Mr. Kim?” Jin looked up from his files and peered up at the chief through gold rimmed glasses.

“We have a situation.”

Whoever thought it was a good idea to put four men in the same dorm room at a time was on crack. That’s what Jin had decided when he spent a few weeks in the station.

The place had dormitories for officers that were working on long cases or who needed somewhere to stay on and off shift. He cursed Y/N for being one of the few females who stayed at the station, so she got her own room. Jin was stuck sharing a room with Namjoon.

When he arrived at the scene of the crime, there were two men rolling on the ground fighting.

“YOU. ARE. ONE. ARROGANT. BASTARD.” One shouted.

“I’M JUST DOING WHAT YOU’RE TELLING ME!” The other screamed.

Hair was being tugged, punches were being thrown. Namjoon cleared his throat and Jin tapped his foot.

“Men, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon started calmly. They didn’t register his voice, so Jin squinted, spotting one face, and knew exactly who it was.

“Mr. Min Yoongi. Mr. Kim Taehyung.” Jin said, his voice clipped and stern. The men screeched to a halt and simultaneously turned to look at him.

Taehyung was on top, a fist full of Yoongi’s shirt in his hands. Yoongi pulled at Taehyung’s hair. Both panted, out of breath. Jin surveyed the damage. Taehyung had a bloody nose, which was now dripping onto Yoongi’s neck. A red bruise was blossoming on Yoongi’s cheek.

“You’re professionals for god’s sake.” Jin pressed his lips into a thin line.

Then he glanced around, seeing as no one had seen this little fight. His face melted into amusement. They looked a right mess.

“You guys look awful. Wash up and get some rest. No one was hurt too badly, right?” They shook their heads. “Then,” Jin clapped his hands together. “I guess there’s no harm done. Just try not to do it again “

The men scrambled away, muttering under their breaths and he was sure they weren’t kind words.

“I wonder how those two get along.” Namjoon mused.

“They somehow make it work.” Jin smoothed the lapels of his jacket. “It’s sort of like us.”

“But we wouldn’t roll on the floor punching each other!” Namjoon protested, following Jin as he made his way back downstairs.

“I would if I had to.” He smiled. “What kind of second in command would I be if I wouldn’t get into a fist fight with the chief when he’s being an ass?”

“But I’m not usually an ass, right?” Namjoon stuttered.

“Well...you do have an ass.” Jin winked, causing Namjoon’s face to flush red and his mouth to hang open in shock at his usually well-mannered coworker. “But you’re not terrible, Namjoon.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Do you want a pat on the back or something?”

“Actually I would like that-”

“No.”

The first barrier had been broken.

Landing in South Korea felt like things were returning to normal. Jin had assumed the motherly role of the group once more, making sure everyone had their bags. You stood, in a hurry to get off the plane. Hoseok and Jimin had shared a row in front of you so they were the first to leave.

Namjoon and Jin were next from the middle aisle while Taehyung and Yoongi were first on the far right aisle. You and Jungkook were last, but when you stepped off that plane, it felt like something had changed.

You were now separated from the horrors of the USA and back home. You, of all people, knew this place wasn’t the safest, but it was pretty damn good. And it was...calming to step back into this city you called home.

“Hey, Y/N.” Namjoon snapped a couple times in front of your face before you refocused.

“Wha-oh sorry.” You gripped the suitcase he handed you.

“Long flight?”

“Yeah, I was really tired, but I couldn’t sleep, not really. It was more like short bursts.” You laughed a little. He chuckled along, but then softened.

“Are you okay?”

No, but you needed everything to be okay right now. The past few weeks had been haunting, gruesome, and bone chilling. You had been right next to a goddamn murderer, a cold, heartless, killer. But Hae-won wasn’t like that. She was chilling in her kindness, the fake genuineness that had everyone falling.

“No.” You sighed and reached out to squeeze his arm. “But I really need things to be okay right now, so please,” You dropped your hand and bit at your lip. “Just let it be okay.”

“Of course.” He nodded, heading on. The sun was just setting.

The seven shadows of your coworkers stretched before you, beckoning you to run to them. You turned and looked back at the airport entrance. Cars whizzed past you, oblivious to the horrors you had seen, living peacefully in ignorance. Hoseok was quiet, clearly having the same feelings as you. You wanted to say something to him, but he was always just out of reach.

“You coming?” Jimin turned to look at you and you froze. His eyes were kind, his mouth even tilted into a small smile.

“Yup!” You looked both ways quickly before crossing over to them.

“You just jaywalked.” Namjoon pointed out with a goofy smile.

“What are you, a cop?” You smiled, remembering one of your first conversations with him.

“The correct line is ‘I don’t see any cops, what are you gonna do, arrest me?’” He teased and hooked his arm around your waist.

“Alright, you smart ass.” You groaned, leaning against his side.

“You’ll always be our girl, you know?” Namjoon leaned down, his breath fanning across your neck.

“I know.”

A news alert flashed across the billboards. You frowned, eyes drawn to the red LEDs. The others turned as well. THIRD MURDER IN DAEGU, IF YOU SEE ANYONE SUSPICIOUS PLEASE CONTACT THE POLICE BY DIALING 112.

“You know what this means, right?” Jungkook turned to you, a small smile on his face.

You nodded, your grip tightening on Namjoon’s waist.

“We have a serial killer on our hands.”

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• in the mood for love | pjh

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title: in the mood for love pairing: park jaehyung (jae of day6) & you genre: FLUFF words: 2.6k

author’s note: requested by this anon asking for a valentine’s day headcanon for our #1 twitch streamer, jae. i’ve never done headcanons before, so i kind of spun this in both ways: how i think he’d spend a special day with his s/o, and turn it into a fic(ish?) ngl these are fun to do

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

jae wouldn’t be the biggest fan of valentine’s day

as in, having one specific day assigned throughout the whole year

for you to hail gifts and love notes and roses and chocolates to the one person you love

yeah, he’d definitely be the “complaining” type, that is to say

before he met you

your relationship stands in the middle of being frenemies and actually romantically involved

there is never a day that jae corrects you on some weird unheard of factoid

(in which case he gets it wrong 95% of the time)

nor can you get away from his ridiculous antics that just tip you over the edge slightly

like, putting your favorite snack on the highest shelf he knows you can’t reach

or bombarding you with memes through texts while he’s in the bathroom

forcing you to play phasmaphobia, promising he won’t lock you in the room with the ghost

and proceeds to do exactly that plus runs away without you

where’s the team effort in that?

anyway, that’s basically the gist of your life having him as your boyfriend

so for valentine’s day, you know it would either just be

a chill day at his apartment, maybe play games that would resort to turning into a fiery competition

or watch the latest release of your favorite animes while he talks over every two minutes about a theory he developed prior

OR… hmm, well, you’re not really sure

this would be the first valentine’s you’d spend with him; and you’re very much aware for his

lack of fondness for the holiday

the days leading up to it, the only thing you’d hear from him is complaints upon complaints of this capitalistic expenditure that should be abolished

you know he jests, but you feel a little saddened

you spent so much time making a scrapbook for the memories you both shared in the few months you’ve been together

it’s not a lot, you rarely do intricate craftwork like this, but you were feeling sentimental

there’s polaroids of him streaming on twitch with you sneakily taking the picture from the side

a polaroid of the two of you at your apartment eating take out while drinking a little alc

even a picture of yourself which he took when you were knocked out on the couch, waiting for him to finish band practice

for an added touch, you wrote down cute (or snarky, it depends on how he views it) comments on each polaroid, just to make it more personalized

the nervousness hits you, what if he thinks this is all too much? too clingy? he didn’t ask for this, that’s for sure

but it was made with the labor of love, and it just so happens that the 14th was the day you started dating him… yeah, maybe you can make that as an excuse instead

usually, the both for you don’t really celebrate ~*~monthsaries~*~ and that’s okay

he’s busy with work and you have other duties to attend to as well— but one special gift shouldn’t be the cause of a problem, right?

on the day of ~*~love~*~, jae had some meetings at the company bldg. and so you ask if there’s a time during the night you guys can hang out

he doesn’t respond until a few hours later, and the whole time your heart sank deeper and deeper into the pit of your stomach

you just have to accept him for who he is, you sigh, or maybe he’s just caught up with band stuff, which is usually the case— and you’re never not 100% supportive

he texts you that you can come over at his apartment, and for a little your excitement bounces back

“sorry for the late reply, the boys were here for a lil” he adds, and you’re confused— did that mean they’re still hanging out at his place? oh

you try not to think of it too much, having expectations beyond reality is what breaks a lot of relationships

and you have to remind yourself: jae isn’t like that, and you like jae for jae

you still bring the scrapbook with you, and ought to leave it under his bed or something so he finds a surprise later on (considering the possibility that you’re accompanied by 4 of his best friends during your 6 month anniversary and valentine’s day)

you arrive at his doorstep, anxiety soaring out of your chest for some reason. with the spare key he had entrusted you with, you open the door

it’s dark

way too dark

is this a prank? is he trying to conflate halloween with valentine’s day

“jae i swear to god if—”

and the lights turn on, but it’s not his house lights. they’re fairy lights. all strewn across the hall (where did he get that?)

little heart cut outs of different shades of red and pink seem to be taped all over the walls

you hear soft piano music humming from his speakers in the living room

but there is no jae in sight

“jae, what…” you’re at a loss for words

he pops out of his bedroom, trying hard not to grin so widely at you

“you called?” he says in the most annoying, teasing voice in which you can’t help but laugh-cry at

“wait wait wait this wasn’t the reaction i was going for” he says in panic, walking towards you and the sight of him just makes you cry a little harder

he’s wearing a tux inside his own house, and he’s holding a rose that’s bound to be crushed the moment he comes over to hug you

“wait, no the rose,” you say in between sniffles, taking it from his grasp and settling it on the coffee table

jae pauses, looks at you in a daze

you’re pouting, and you want to admire his outfit but also punch his silly face but he’s smiling at you and you’re embarrassed

“are you sad?” he asks a matter of factly, arms still spread open waiting for your approval for him to embrace you

“if you don’t hug me in the next three second i will be—”

“i would be the worst person to ever exist in the world to do that to you,” he says in your ear, and you soon feel yourself melting into his embrace

he’s so warm

and so tall

and so confusing you kind of just want to poke him where it hurts

but you indulge in the comfort of his presence

until you realize that you’re wrinkling his precious suit

“ok hol up” you interrupt the adorable moment, and jae seems to look confused

“wha”

“what’s all this?” you finally get the courage to ask, dried up tears on your cheeks yet a hopeful spark igniting in your chest

“well, i uh,” this is ultimate Jae Trying to Find Excuses with Futile Attempts To Do So 101

“did you really have a meeting today?” no answer

“did the boys help you with all this?” your head turns to look at all the cheesy decorations in the room

still no answer

just jae avoiding your suspicious stare, even whistling comically

“jae!” your nervousness from a while ago comes out as relief, and bubbling laughter as you playfully shake him for an answer “i thought valentine’s suck and we’re too good for that”

“you’re never too good for anything, well. except for me, you’re too good for me,” he finally lets up, wiping whats left of the moist tears on your face with a soft caress. his voice was soft, too, and it’s a refreshing and wanted feeling to hear him speak to you this way

“i know i can be a jerk about those kinds of things but… after meeting you, i think you deserve just the best,” he continues, finding your hand and holding onto it tight. “this isn’t even half of it”

“there’s more?” you quip, already satisfied with the cutesy re-decor of his apartment, but once he leads you to the island counter you see two plates filled with dinner food, and wine glasses ready to be poured with what seems to be red wine on the side

the vase in the middle was empty, and so you accept the rose that jae had picked up from the table, and carefully place it in its new home

“i’m… impressed. you did this?” you say

“if i said yes would you believe me”

“never,” you reply, knowing that younghyun probably had a little helping hand in here too

“well there you go, you know me better than myself already,” jae winks, and something flutters within you that causes your head to feel so light and just. focus on jae

pulling out the chair, he signals for you sit down with a royal gesture “before you, milady”

you’re laughing now, smiling from ear to ear at how ridiculous jae sounds but at the same time the two of you are having so much fun

you fall back into normal conversations with more banter than regular small talk; it’s so easy to be yourself with him

you keep admiring the suit he’s wearing, even his hair is slicked back with gel to cast the perfect valentine’s day look. you compliment him in between bites, and then mutter under your breath that you should have worn something just as elegant

“this wasn’t my idea,” he defends, and you’re sure one of the boys dared him to do it

“still, i don’t look the part as your date,” you half-joke, but your tone sounded sadder than you anticipated

“this,” jae says, looking at you and only you. for a moment you can’t find your breath

“you. this is you. and that’s who i love”

you’re smitten. that’s it pack up your bags this is it

“jae maybe ease up on the red wine?”

“shutup youknowyouloveit”

finally, you finish up the meal and you’re full

of food and love

he tells you to just chill by the couch as he gets something from his room, and you wonder what else he has up his sleeve

you’re grateful for bringing the polaroid camera with you to commemorate something so rare

but as you’re trying to take it out of your bag, you see the scrapbook (it’s hard to miss) and pull that out instead

should you give it to him now? or later?

while you contemplate on this, flipping the pages of the book jae has sprung up behind you

“hey i was looking for that picture of you all sleepy and drooling”

“JAE WHAT THE HELL”

you jump from surprise, almost flailing the scrapbook in the process as you see jae laughing his ass off from behind

you notice he has his guitar with him now (???)

“did you do this for me?” he sits next to you, setting the guitar on the side as you begrudgingly give him your gift. all of a sudden the unknown fear creeps up again and you hide your face in your hands

you hear him turn the page, a quiet pause, maybe a chuckle or two, and rinse repeat

“are you done????”

“no give me about ten hours”

“WHAT”

“i’m kidding, dude, this is amazing”

give it to jae to call you dude while in a relationship with you

but that’s when you know he’s genuine with his words

“i wasn’t expecting anything like this at all. this is so so so good, i love it. a lot,” he keeps complimenting you and it’s so hard to look at him when you’re red in the face and heart beating a mile a minute

“it’s nothing… i thought it’d feel too much since we haven’t been together long,” you confess, finally giving into seeing what jae looks like

he pout

he attac you with a flick on the forehead

and a pat on top of your head

“i don’t see it that way,” he says, sincerely. then he brings his guitar on his lap, and prepares his form as if he’s… about to sing something

the music from the speakers was soft enough to not disrupt his singing and guitar skills

you are one if not the biggest fan of jae and his band

and also, of eaJ

so you are very well aware of every song he’s put out there even winning five times in a self-induced contest as to who knows the lyrics better: the actual band member or the significant other

but what he’s singing for you right now

what those fingers plucking romantic melodies on the guitar strings

you haven’t heard of it before

and yet your heart feels so connected, so in awe of the way jae passionately sings in front of you

the man is shy okay, he’s a genius in his craft but when it comes to doing it in front of you he clamps up like a toddler on his first day alone in school

but right now, you don’t see any of that. you see jae singing words of happiness, admiration, love

for you

and he might not be meeting your eyes right now, it’s okay, cause you’re crying again anyway

you don’t want him to stop

you close your eyes and feel his words embed themselves in your mind

you want to keep this memory close to you, even if you can’t take a picture

it’ll ruin how special this moment is, really

it was short, sweet, but you’re not complaining

he finishes with a soft strum, and then finally sees your face in tears again

“i’m a bad boyfriend aren’t i,” he whines and he is met with the forceful (hint: soft) punches on his chest

“you’re literally the best bf ever wtf are u on about”

face wet, cheeks red, neck feeling warm from the wine

you’re a mess it’s as if you got dumped on valentine’s instead of serenaded by the love of your life

“why do you look like you got broken up on valentine’s instead of being—”

“yes jae i know”

“did you like it though? it’s unfinished but, i figured i wanted you to be the first to hear it”

“since...well.. it’s a song about you”

:( he wipes the tears with his thumb, and you steal a quick kiss on his lips

“i love it, and i love you so much u dork”

“i take it back you’ll never hear the finished version of this song”

“HEY”

(spoiler alert: he now keeps bugging you for more supportive comments and suggestions on the song)

(another spoiler alert: the night ended up the way you guys love spending time together: basking in each other’s company)

only this time, there’s poorly cut out hearts all over the walls

and there’s jae drunkenly mistaking lyrics of his song for another

and you singing along off-tune

happy valentine’s you two :)

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 au #park jaehyung imagines #park jaehyung scenarios #day6 x reader #jae x reader #day6 fic #by:jiae #dot series

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hearthuntermiku · 3 years

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happy fuckin new years everyone <3

im gonna shout out some random blogs, because why the fuck not

@brokenbyfootball bitch. i love you so much, you have no idea what you mean to me (noromo). you're so fucking strong baby. and you dont even realize how strong you are. im so proud of you and all the shit you've done/are going to do. im so fucking happy we're best friends and i cannot believe you put up with my weird, chaotic, hypersexual ass. thank you so much for being there whenever i need you. can't wait to embarrass you irl one day. (especially on your wedding day)

@jujusmiths ASYA MY QUEEN. you've been such a huge help to me. honestly. im happy we can be friends. and omg. im only kind of sorry out conversations are so fucking chaotic. kakashi simps 4 lyfe. always the sheck wes to my mo bamba

@zalimaaa your hand in marriage ma'am! you are licherally the loml. (noromo) im honestly blessed to get to call you my friend. (can you believe how lucky i am to have the queen radia as a friend) you're amazing and i hope nothing but the best for you. will always be cheering you on xx (can't wait for us to run away to norway)

@sanchos biiiiitch. ilu. seriously. you're fucking 10/10 and honestly we'd get up to some crazy and possibly shady shit if we ever met irl. (wanna rob a bank rich bitch together to fund our clubs?) you'll defo always be mini pogba, queen shit

@comfortablechaox hi. ilu. you deserve the world and i want you to know you're amazing. (i know you don't believe me but ill believe me enough for the both of us) i hope one day you realize how fucking fantastic you are. its always a pleasure seeing you on my dash

@lacazettes hey timbit. ilu. wifey af. i hope you realize how much better my life is when you're in it. and that i love you dearly (noromo) you deserve the good and i hope you get the good. forever gonna cheer you on and support you. don't forget that yeah xx

@janniksinner MY FAVE LIL SISTER. you're valid as fuck bby. dont let anyone ever tell you otherwise. theyre just dumb <3 can't wait for you to yeet those assholes and find people worth your time xx and i can't wait to hear all about it when you do. love ya.

@colorsofmyseason you're amazing. never stop writing. and never stop being you. you're honestly an amazing person to talk to. (even if i don't know what to say half the time) bernd supremacy. ilu my darlin

@dr3ambl0g my nuggie. my sweet angel. your taste in men. garbage. (lando and calum do not count) but when i tell you i love you. believe it. you are so strong and honestly im so proud of you. FUCKING PREMED SCHOOL SHIT BITCH! WHO DOES THAT?? can't wait to brag to everyone my bestie is a fantastic doctor. always here for you if you need me. KACHOW!!!

@carvajalfc your hand in marriage right fucking now. deadass love you so much (not ur teams tho) and you are wifey. ik we don't talk much. but you do make me smile. and ur face? consider me simpin. deadass tho. hope you find happiness.

@magicmartinelli queen. can't wait to get married at the not emirates. love you so much. always been a pleasure to follow you. for real.

@joytayloranya we don't talk. (besides random asks) but i do adore you. and i hope you find the handsome charming period man of your dreams. (or just link larkin) or woman. because fuck yeah girls! keep doing what you're doing bby

@keirantierney you're like never online. but i do want you to know i enjoy our conversations. thank you for opening my eyes to the god greatest captain (yeah i fucking said it) that is kita shinsuke. and forever and always. kita supremacy.

honorable mentions because i don't know much about yall but i do love yall

@ansu--fatsi @ctolisso @fredtheredsarmy (you owe me a zoo ali xx)

seriously guys, i wanna thank you so much for accepting me for me and not just because ya happen to like theo. it means so much to me to be able to even have friends that genuinely like me. and you guys are just so fucking amazing. love you all so much and i hope you all find some form of mental stability. even if its just a little.

and remember. fuck spuds (and chelski)

#srsly ilu all #and im glad we get to go into this year together #beau being sappy

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darkfinch · 2 years

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I just found your ‘redemption struggles’ tag and I agree so much with those posts. I couldn’t even watch 1b and from what I’ve seen I’m glad I haven’t. It’s just nice to see that some people feel the same way. I also thought Brenna was kind of boring in 1a :( I really wanted to like her and she did have some funny moments but her character arc (less experienced person doesn’t know if she can live up to her brother’s legacy and to the team’s expectations) was so predictable and overused in other stories that I wasn’t interested. It did make sense, but I was underwhelmed compared to other characters’ arcs in the original and mr. wilson’s (also I’m sorry but her speech with the card game was so cheesy I cringed).

Hope you have a nice day! :)

yes you're not alone in having trouble with it!!! redemption was a struggle for some of us and im glad we're all sharing our thoughts bc there were parts of watching this show where i was like. well. i want to be positive. im seeing so much positivity and i want to be positive. but also what am i watching with my eyes

bu i did not find breanna boring at all she is my best friend and i love her :3

it did irritate me that like...there was a whole. Thing about how apparently No One On The Team Including Hardison asked WHAT SHE WAS DOING IN PANAMA........the weird grabbing the pearl thing....like what was going on here. was this writing. was this written. oof

but breanna was the shining light in this show for me!!!!! i loved her speech i loved her outfits i loved her enthusiasm 4 the og team antics I LOVED PARKER LEARNING 2 SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGE HER and i really liked her whole living up to alec's legacy thing. funky lil lesbian shes been my fave since her promo pics dropped sorry i adore her <3

every "character arc" (can we call them that, can we say that they Did That) in this show was haphazard and clumsy and buckwild 2 see & perceive with the eyes but BRE SPARKED JOY AT THE VERY LEAST and im love her

i hope u also have a nice day and thank u 4 the ask <3

#finchtalks #redemption struggles #leverage redemption spoilers

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biles-bilinski-24 · 4 years

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Say What You’re Thinking

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Word Count: 2,322

Warnings: blood, mention of guns, mentions of drugs, death, surgery, fluffy lil ending

Summary: reader often goes out on missions with peter and the team but tonight she wanted to go out on her own. it doesn’t end well and she finds herself wanting to be honest about her feelings for peter.

Notes: this is my first mcu fic!! woohoo!!! i hope you guys like it. it is a bit sad but it has a sweet ending and i enjoyed writing it. thanks for all your support and let me know if you want to be tagged in future mcu posts :) by the way, if you see the name charlie in there, i apologize. i had that as the character name but i didn’t really like it so changed it to reader. i tried to make sure i didn’t leave any in but i’m sorry if i did.

Bang!

I stumbled backward and my back hit the wall of one of the buildings outlining the dark alley. Everything seemed to go quiet other than a ringing in my ears and the faint sound of footsteps moving away from me. I looked down at my stomach to see dark, crimson blood quickly soaking through my shirt. I pressed my hands over the bullet wound and closed my eyes, sliding down the wall until I was sitting. I started to hear clearly again, picking up the end of someone’s conversation, “...please hurry Mr. Stark!” Somebody landed next to me as if they’d jumped off of something. I blinked my eyes open slowly and found Peter crouched at my side.

“No no no no no no,” he was muttering.

“Hi, Pete,” I whispered.

I gave him a weak smile. He looked me up and down and he must’ve been able to see where I got shot ‘cause he focused on one spot.

“Hey, I don’t know how bad it is but it doesn’t matter. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. Mr. Stark is coming and he’ll be able to fix you up,” Peter tried to convince me.

“We both know he’s not gonna get here in time.”

My breathing was slowly getting shallower and my eyelids felt heavier every time I blinked.

“Don’t say that. You’ll be okay.”

I just gently shook my head.

“Can I see?” he asked.

I moved my blood-soaked hands from my wound so he could see it. He went wide-eyed and he ran a hand through his hair. I saw his eyes fill with tears.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt,” I lied to him.

“I know that’s a lie, Y/N. You’re gonna make it, okay? You just need to stay awake.”

“I’m not gonna last much longer.”

He tried to hold back his tears, or at least that’s what it seemed like ‘cause he was chewing on the inside of his cheek like he does when he gets upset.

“I need you to do something for me.”

He nodded.

“Tell Morgan hi for me every day. Don’t forget. And say goodbye to Steve, Nat, Bruce, the whole team. And...tell Tony I’m sorry I ate the last cheeseburger.”

We both laughed.

“Just tell them thanks for everything,” I continued. “Make sure Ned and MJ know I’ll miss them every day.”

“No, no, you’re gonna tell them yourself. I’m not gonna let you die,” I saw tears finally fall down his cheeks.

“Don’t cry, Pete. It’s okay. I’m not scared.”

Every breath was choppy and it felt like I wasn’t getting any air in no matter how hard I tried. I knew I didn’t have much time. Every part of my body suddenly felt so light, like I was floating, and I realized what was happening.

“I gotta go now,” I told him.

Peter shook his head and grabbed onto my hand, I could tell he wasn’t ready to let me go.

“I love you Pete, s-so much. I’ll always be with you. Just...never f-,” I took a heavy breath, “forget me, okay?” I squeezed his hand so tight, and in that moment I didn’t want to go either. He just looked so sad all I wanted to do was tell him everything was gonna be okay, but I couldn’t.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/N, please,” he cried.

“I’m sorry,” I noticed two people walk into the alley but I couldn’t tell who they were.

They called out our names but as I tried to turn to see who it was, my eyes closed and I was gone.

When I opened my eyes I wasn’t in the alley anymore. I was in some sort of operation room. It seemed like I was looking at the room from above it, which was really weird. I looked down and saw a girl on the table. The doctors looked like they were trying to take something out of her stomach. One of the doctors kinda looked like Bruce. It was only seconds later that I realized it was Bruce, and that the girl was me, laying in one of the surgery rooms at Avengers Tower. You can imagine that at this point I was really confused because how could I be watching myself having surgery? Someone pointed to the machines next to me, and I saw that I had almost no pulse. The doctors became more and more urgent with their actions. I tried to focus on what Bruce was doing but then the room started to go dark and I think I fainted or something.

It felt like it had been hours when I finally woke up. I wasn’t in the operating room anymore. It only took a few seconds for me to figure out I was in my room at the tower. I carefully swung my legs over the edge of the bed and started to stand up. I was surprised at the amount of strength I had considering what had happened. I reached for where my wound was as I gradually remembered everything that happened. Then it hit me: I died. Or at least I think I died. I’m pretty sure I died. Unless it was all just a dream. So I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up high enough to see where the wound was. I saw a scar but I still wasn’t sure. I ran my fingers across the stitches and they felt real. I put my shirt back down and took a step towards the door. At that same moment, the door opened, revealing a wide-eyed Peter.

“Hey, Pete,” I said quietly.

He stared at me for a second before pulling me into a hug. I held on so tight, I never wanted to let go. I was afraid that if I did he would disappear. We eventually let go of each other and I noticed a couple people behind Peter.

“Tony! Steve!” I shouted and practically jumped on them trying to hug them.

Tony laughed, “Good to have you back, kid.”

“We really missed you,” said Steve.

I smiled back at them and sat down on my bed. Peter sat next to me and put his arm around me.

“Okay, okay. So what actually happened because I swear I died and now I’m magically alive again? Was I ever actually dead?” I asked them.

Tony and Steve shared a look before Tony spoke up.

“Well, you kinda did die. Steve and I found you two in the alley but we were too late. You barely had a pulse but I still wanted to try to save you so we brought you back here to the tower and fixed you up. To answer your question, yes, technically you were dead for a little bit.”

“Wow, that’s…”

“Insane?” Peter finished for me.

“Yeah, insane.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel,” Steve added.

I let out a small laugh as he smiled. I didn’t say anything for a while.

“You okay, kid?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around it, you know?” I replied.

“Alright, well we’ll give you some space. There’s probably something I should be doing right now so I’ll go figure out whatever that is,” said Tony.

“I should go tell Nat about you. She’s been so down since you got hurt so I think this’ll cheer her up,” Steve said.

I sent them a smile as they left my room.

“Do you want me to go too?” Peter asked me, getting up.

“Could you stay? I don’t really wanna be alone.”

He sat back down with a smile and tightened his arm around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and stared at a picture of me and Morgan that sat on my dresser.

“Did you guys tell Morgan anything?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “No, not really. We weren’t sure if you were gonna make it but we didn’t wanna get her hopes up. She really loves you, you know.”

I smiled and said, “Yeah, she loves me 3000. You’re more in the 800 to 1000 range.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep. But it’s not like it’s a competition or anything.”

“Oh, no, never.”

We both laughed. It was silent for a while as I thought about everything that happened. I was curious as to how Peter knew where I was. It’s not like I have a suit with a tracker or anything. I guess maybe he saw me when he was patrolling and just kept an eye on me. I don’t know how he does it. He always seems to know when something’s wrong. It’s not even just that, he always knows how to solve the problem. And don’t even get me started on school, he’s a genius. I swear he should’ve graduated by now.

Peter’s been my best friend since I first saw him at the tower. We had gone to the same school all our lives but we never really talked, though I’m not sure why. I’ve been living at Avengers Tower since I was a kid. You see, my parents kinda sucked (they were druggies) and Tony somehow knew about my powers. So when things went south and I was supposed to be moved into a foster home, Tony took me in. I’ve been with him and Pepper ever since. Anyway, when Tony first brought Peter to the tower, you could see how much Pete loved it. His eyes would light up every time he saw something he’d never seen before, which happened a lot. He bumped into me on his way to the elevator and he was obviously really confused. He didn’t know I lived with Tony ‘cause I never really told anyone.

I didn’t have many friends before Peter. I guess I was afraid to open up to people but with Peter it was just different. I’ve always known I could trust him. Maybe it’s because he’s like me, but there’s always been this unspoken agreement to keep each other’s secrets no matter what. I started hanging out with him more. Then I got to know Ned and MJ, and the four of us have been close ever since. I think we had only been friends for a few months when I realized I loved him. I think it was homecoming actually. I saw Peter with Liz and I felt sort of jealous. Obviously I never told him, he wouldn’t feel the same way and I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. I’ve been suppressing the feelings ever since, hiding them so that no one knows. I do a pretty good job at it, but somehow Morgan figured it out. Of all people, Morgan was the one who saw it first. She told Pepper about it and I begged Pepper not to say anything. She agreed to keep it quiet. It’s a good thing she didn’t tell Tony ‘cause Tony can’t keep his mouth shut about anything.

“What do I do now?” I asked out of nowhere.

“What do you mean?” Peter said.

“This whole dying thing has made me realize how much I haven’t done and said. There are things I need to say to people that I can’t just not say,” I stood up and started pacing around the room. “The problem is, the things I need to say are gonna change everything. I’m scared they might ruin friendships. I’d never want that but I can’t just keep them in. I can’t die with regrets, Pete, not again.”

He came and stood in front of me, stopping my pacing, “Hey, look at me. You dying was the worst thing that ever happened to me and I’m not gonna let it happen again, okay? And nothing you say could ever ruin our friendship. You’ll always have me.”

“You don’t know that, Pete. It’s just...you guys mean the world to me and I don’t know how I’d survive without you. I don’t even wanna think about it,” I couldn’t look at him.

I felt tears stinging my eyes but I didn’t wanna let them fall.

“I feel the same way, Y/N/N. Before I met everyone here my life was boring and sad. But when I got here everything changed. I think I’d go crazy if I lost you guys.”

I could sense his eyes on me but I stayed staring at the wood floor. Peter took my hand in his and gave it two squeezes, which was our signal that we were there for each other. I squeezed back, but I knew that if I looked at him I would fall apart. I didn’t know how much longer I could handle this.

“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked.

“I’m scared,” I replied shortly.

“Of what?”

“I’m scared that I’ll ruin everything we have.”

“What? How could you do that? It’s just me.”

“I know, that’s the problem.”

“Oh,” he sounded disappointed as he let go of my hand.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I-” I paused and took a breath. “I’m in love with you, Pete.”

He didn’t say a thing, but his eyes widened as he took a step away from me.

“And of course you don’t feel the same way. Ugh, this is exactly what I was afraid of, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I just made a dumb mista-”

Peter cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. His hands cupped my cheeks while I realized what was happening. When it finally occurred to me that the boy I’ve been in love with for years was kissing me, I kissed him back. When we pulled away I looked up into his dark brown eyes and I smiled bigger than I’ve ever smiled before. We both let out a small laugh and if I’m being honest, it was the happiest I’ve felt my whole life.

#peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter x stark!reader #peter parker #marvel #mcu #avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #peter #parker #fanfic

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paradise-creator · 4 years

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@ezmariest

hiiii!! I was wondering if I could request a haven box matchup? I’m rlly sorry about submitting it there was too much of a word limit in the ask thing :(

First I’m a bi curious female and I would love a romantic matchup with a male :)

Uh ok I’m really fun and like making weird or random jokes a lot, like a lot humor is kinda my coping mechanism haha😗✌️ I’m very respectful and understanding of other people and I’m really supportive. I’m enthusiastic and talkative with those I’m close with but with other people I’m vv quiet. Im also rlly laid back. A lot of people say I’m really kind or “too nice” and I love helping people or making them laugh. I have a bad tendency to hide my feeling and emotions and usually I block my problems with humor. Many have said I’m very ambitious and I have a lot of goals. I also am pretty insecure and I get down on myself way too much because of a lot of reasons but mostly bc of my high expectations and that I’m a perfectionist. I love sweets

I like goofy or weird people because then I can be myself and I like doing spontaneous and fun things. However I am an introvert so even though I love enthusiastic people, I get drained out when I hang out with too many people for too long. I also don’t like judgmental people, especially if they judge things that others can’t control or others dreams.

Hobbies: I really love sports and I’m pretty athletic. I play volleyball and think it’s fun but my main sport is definetly basketball. I really love drawing and I also love writing. And music is kind of the love of my life and you will always see me daydreaming with my earbuds in just listening to music.

Appearance: I have very long hair that’s really light brown, greenish gray eyes, and rounder features. I’m around 5’8 1/2 and I have an hourglass body but with MUCH more on my thighs and butt😃🤚I and athletic body type and I would say I look ✨sturdy✨and I’m pretty thin everywhere but my thighs and butt like I’ve said before. I value comfort in clothes at the moment so sweatpants and hoodies or just oversized stuff are kinda my go to. However I do want to have a better style which would kinda be a mix of “art hoe” and “alt girl” ahsjhja

Some fun facts about me:

*I love sweets, especially chocolate, and I love nighttime.

*I’m constantly daydreaming and doodling and I get called out on it by my friends.

*I want to be an animator for Disney Pixar when I’m older and My goal is to go to cal arts for college.

*A couple of my favorite songs are eight wonder (lemon demon), rue (girl in red), any mother mother song (but especially “oh Ana”) , and rhinestone eyes (gorillaz)

Ahh sorry I didn’t realize how long this was, thank you so much!! <33

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Old habits die hard

- His lil' mama

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I'd match you up with

Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno's Guardian

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The reasons why I paired you

- SUGAWARA WON'T LEAVE MY MIND AND HE'S ONE OF THE RUNNER UPS XD

- My first thought was Nishinoya but Ushijima and Sugawara said "No ❤️"

- But in the end, I choose Noya!

- You both would just be so cute! Like Yes please

- To him it doesn't matter that you are taller. HE LOVE YOU FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU

-He might be loud and energetic but he really respects your boundaries

- Though, you might have to take care of him more than the other way around, it's a good dynamic

- VERY BALANCED DYNAMIC RIGHT HERE

- You both if often just joke around and it's entertaining really

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Old habits die hard

Random head canons

-You and Noya would have two day SPECIFICALLY for date time and/or Sharing time

-Those two days depends per week and schedule but there has to be TWO days

-In these days you both would just share your thoughts and feelings

-Noya, being a libero, has a tendency to be observant so he’ll know when you’re down

-He’ll joke around with you to lift up the mood but he will turn serious if needed

-C U D D L E S are a must for dates!

-He doesn’t care that you are taller than him, he actually loves it! (He loves being big spoon tho!)

-JUST LET HIM LOVE YOUUUUUUUU Like please

- He will do anything for your attention, (please just pay attention to him)

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His Lil' mama

“Lil’ mama! My team wants to meet you. Up for it?” Noya asked his taller lover. He then wrapped his arm around her waist as waited for her answer. “If you want too, sure! I don’t mind,” She replied with a smile. “That’s great! Let’s go!” He then said as he dragged her to the gym. “Wait! Like right now!” She replied as she tried to keep her balance. “Yes! Like right now~” Noya said enthusiastically. Some students stared at the taller female in pity. Nishinoya maybe a well of guy but with someone so shy at first glance, it’s hard to imagine their relationship. “Oh c’mon now babe! Don’t back on me now,” Noya said as he stopped. “I just really want to prove to the guys that you exist and not just a replacement for our goddess!” He declared as he held her hand. “I love you more than the goddess!” He added as he kissed her hand.

The greenish grey eyed girl blush a bit and looked away. The whole school can see how whipped Noya is for this girl. As much as it was a surprised for everyone on how Noya got a girlfriend but at least now Kiyoko has one less thing to worry about. “Let’s go rolling thunder to the gym so I can show you off to my pals,” Noya said as they continued but with a slower pace this time. Once they both reached the gym, everyone froze as they realized that the female was way taller. “That’s just sad. Noya is shorter than his own girlfriend,” Tsukkishima teased. “AND SO? I LOVE IT THAT WAY!” Noya barked. “This is my lil’ mama! My love! MY ONE AND ONLY SO DON’T STEAL HER AWAY!” He added as he smirked. Now his girl was behind him, kind of regretting the decision of coming but it made him happy so it was worth it. “Hello there,” She said with a small wave.

“WOW! NOYA-SAN! HOW DID YOU GET SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL??” Hinata asked as he looked at the female. As time went by, the libero and his lil’mama got along with everyone. It was a bit strange at first as Noya has a girl now. And he isn’t all over Kiyoko like he used to but he still is Noya. The team enjoyed the presence and aura of the two. It was somewhat comforting. Once the whole get together and practice ended, Noya walked his girl home. “So, what did ya think? I’m pretty cool on court, ya?” Noya asked as he looked at her eyes. “You were awesome~ Can I watch your practice from now own?” She asked as she hook their arms together. Noya blushed a bit and smiled brightly. “Of course you can, Babe! No one’s stopping you,” He then said as he kissed her cheek. “Plus, having you there, I have my own cheerleader to keep me motivated,” He added as he chuckled. “So I won’t be a distraction?” She asked teasingly as she remembered what happened a few moments ago.

“OKAY LOOK I WAS ADMIRING YOUR BEAUTY AND FORGOT I WAS ON COURT!” Noya said as he huffed. “Plus, I receive the ball anyway. So I did my job,” He added with a soft smile. And then he knew that she was the one for him. Forever and always, that’s what he believes.

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Author's note

I'm sorry if it took so long! I was at school. But I hope you enjoy this one and thanks for requesting~

#match ups #haikyuu matchups #anime #fanfic #fiction #haikyuu!!#Haikyu #haikyū!!#noya yuu #nishinoya yuu #submission #☁️matchup

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