#I just need them to bicker over which kind of towels to buy for the bathroom

[shmowder]

I normally don't do ship posts (besides lilackh aka Aglaya × Artemy, but come on, those don't count! it's practically canon lore) but I can't get Alexander Saburov × Victor Kain out of my fucking head. I want those old men to smooch so badly, and it's driving me crazy.

[theshelbyclan]

Childhood Sweethearts

Summary: You and Finn had been together for a while now and it was all going great. The only problem was, all of the brothers didn’t know yet

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: hey can i request a Finnxreader where Finn got her pregnant and her brothers come in the Garrison with guns and all and are like "We dont care who you. That you're a shelby, but you got her pregnant and you're gonna marry her" and than Finn has to explain to his bros that he is kinda dating her for a year and some fluff please??? I got so many requests for my baby Finn and I’m ignoring how they changed him in season 5. Hope you like it!

Words: 2605

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When you’d first met Finn, he’d been boxing. You had only been fourteen at the time and he was only thirteen, but he was a Shelby, so there were expectations. “Call yourself a Shelby?” the owner had kept on shouting out at him. And you could see Finn was really trying, but he just wasn’t that type of Shelby. 

Your brothers were at the gym as well, which is why you were there. Women weren’t allowed, no exceptions. Well, except little sisters. You were let in when you came to pick them up and the youngest Shelby sister couldn’t be kept away, but apart from that, no women allowed.

And then it’d happened. Arthur went feral, everyone went crazy and Finn reacted like no one else could. And you watched him, calmly, but with interest. Afterwards, you handed him a towel. He suddenly looked young, not at all like he had seemed while fighting, and he’d said: “No women allowed.” You had smirked and replied, “Then go.” *** And so the two of you had become friends. First it had just been talking on the streets about brothers and life in general. Because if there was one thing the two of you had in common, it was the burden of having too many older brothers. While the Shelby’s had big plans with young Finn, yours seemed to want to keep you ‘sweet and innocent’ for as long as possible. Neither fit the pair of you really.

“What would you do?” Finn asked you one day, “You know, if you could do anything.” “Hmm…” you thought out loud, while trying to balance on some forgotten piece of scrap, “I could open a salon, or make ice-cream all day, or I could fly a hot-air balloon to Paris!” You were always the one making up stories and Finn would just sit there and listen. He was definitely the quiet one. In his world of chaos and violence, he could do with a bit of imagining. “I could buy a camel!” you laughed out loud, “Go to Egypt dressed as a man and raid one of the pyramids. I’d become the richest woman alive and no one would ever even know that it was all stolen, including my fake name.”

Finn grinned, “You’d probably get away with it too…” “Or, I could steal some expensive jewels and seduce the man guarding them,” you spun around a lantern post feigning seducing it, “I’d kiss him when he’d catch me and tell him I’ll split the profit with him. I’d say to meet me in Paris at midnight, but never show up. Then, years later, after I’ve come back from Mexico…” “Mexico?” Finn called out, enjoying this story way too much. “Mexico, obviously, where I’ve been hiding?” you replied with a face like it was obvious, “After Mexico, I’d go back to find this man and tell him to follow me. He would, of course, and I’d tell him to meet me in London. Then, and this is the best bit, I go back to Paris to get the jewels and blame it on him!” Finn grabbed your hand and spun you around, both laughing, “Y/N? Ever thought of becoming a Peaky Blinder?” “That!” you joked, “If I could do anything, I’d take over the Peaky Blinders and…” “Move to Mexico,” he finished. “Move to Mexico,” you said softly, because the two of you were suddenly no longer dancing. Standing closely, noses almost touching, you were, for the first time, lost for words. “Ask me,” Finn practically whispered. You raised your eyebrows slightly in question. “Ask me, Y/N,” he repeated, “What I would do if I could do anything.”

You indulged, “What would you do, Finn?” “I’d marry you.” “But we’re only fourteen,” you blushed a little. He was completely serious however. The two of you were always laughing and playing, but his eyes were no longer sparkling with childhood joy. Something else had settled in there, “Then I’ll wait, for now.” After that one evening, the two of you became inseparable. ***

Sneaking out at night was easy, especially after the two of you just watched how Ada did it. As you got older, your games of truth or dare became more and more dangerous. Late at night, you met in dangerous places and together, you grew up at midnight. Making love under the bridge, kissing quickly in the Garrison when no saw and holding hands under the table, it was all still a game to you. But the love, that was real, and it only kept on growing. How no one found out about it was a miracle and a tragedy at the same time. You’d grown up with five older brothers and a part of you now wondered if they even acknowledged your existence. Surely, you two were not that subtle? And besides, you had the horrible habit of talking too much and had often divulged a little, but they never picked up on it. Guess they were too busy with their own lives, which was just as well, because loving a Shelby was not a preferable situation. But sneaking off to secret rendezvous was easy, concealing love was also manageable, but hiding a belly with a baby inside of it? That was going to be hard. “They are literally going to kill me, Finn,” you sobbed. Why did you even sob? You never cried before. “Don’t worry,” he put his arms around you and spoke soft and lovingly, “They’ll kill me, not you.”

“That is not fucking helpful!” “I know,” he looked down, “Sorry…” The two of you were sitting in a closed Garrison. Luckily, the pub was never truly closed for a Shelby. Here you could find some peace at least and no one there to disturb you. “A baby though, Y/N,” you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “Our little baby!” You sighed deeply, “I don’t think you understand how serious this is.” “I don’t think you understand how wonderful this is!” “Finn…” “No,” he interrupted you, which he never ever did, “We made that.We did. Like, I loved you so much and you put up with me for so long and then this happened. Can you imagine? That’s amazing, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness and excitement, “Someone did tell you where babies come from, right?” He smiled broadly and kissed you suddenly. “Finn?” you asked, a little unsure, “I think my mum knows I’m pregnant.” “How would she know?” “She knows these things,” you shrugged, “She had seven kids.” Finn frowned, “What do we do?” “Well, if she knows, we’ll find out soon enough.” You hadn’t even finished your sentence properly, when a loud noise came from the door of the Garrison and five big men walked in. They didn’t look pleased. “On your feet, boy!” one of them bellowed. Finn had no idea what to do, so he decided it would be best to get up.

“This him?” one of your brothers now turned to you.

You nodded solemnly, “This is indeed Finn Shelby.” Another asked, “This the one that knocked you up?”

“That’s a charming way of putting it…” you protested. “Well, how do you want us to put it?” “You could ask me if I’m alright?” you suggested, “Or: is this the boy of your dreams? Or: is this the man who will take you to Mexico? Or…” “Alright, we get the fucking idea, Y/N,” your eldest brother interrupted you, “No need to get poetic about it.” From the corner of your eye, you could see Finn had sat back down again. While you and your brothers continued arguing, he started downing whiskey. Did you blame him? Not really, what else was there for him to do but wait really.

And suddenly one of your brothers turned away from you and pointed at Finn, “Right, now I know you’re a Shelby and we know how you do things!” “Do things?” Finn genuinely didn’t understand. “You’ll not be taken our sister to some fucking doctor.” “Finn wouldn’t,” you quickly said, “He’s not like that.” Finn still didn’t understand though. “You don’t even know him,” your brother said, “Just because he fucked you…” “Oi!” Finn called out suddenly, lifting one hand to his cap. But your brothers were big and annoyed, so they picked Finn up like it was nothing and simply placed him outside the pub. If you weren’t pregnant and miserable, you could’ve died of laughter.

“Okay, listen…” you started, but they didn’t let you finish. Through the door they started shouting at Finn about taking responsibility and pretty soon you decided it was no use trying to get them to listen. So you rolled your eyes, sat back and waited for the storm to be over. And then there were more voices coming from outside the pub and you sat up to try and get a look at them. An angry voice seemed to be reprimanding Finn and a calm, low voice kept on interrupting the other. Without warning, the three oldest Shelby brothers barged in. Now, this was all you needed: more brothers in the room. There were eight now, all yelling, and slowly, you could see Finn moving back in through the door. You two exchanged glances, admitting defeat and decided to just wait.

“I don’t give a fuck who you people are…” one of your brothers was now actually screaming. “Let’s not play games, eh?” Tommy replied calmly, “You know exactly who we are.” “He will do the fucking right thing!” “And he will!” “That little rat may have thought he could just have his way with her and not carry the consequences...” “WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU CALLING A RAT…” Finn crept down next to you and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Should we tell them?” “How?” you mouthed back, “They’re kind of busy right now, wouldn’t you think?” “Let’s wait,” Finn suggested. So, the two of you got back to watching eight grown men bicker like small children.

“This was never her idea!” “Wasn’t Finn’s either, he doesn’t even know how to spell his own name, isn’t that right, Arthur!” “She’s nineteen! She’s just a child!” “She might be your sister, but she’s a grown woman.” “Okay, why the fuck are we talking about Y/N? Heis responsible and he is going to marry her.” “I agree,” Tommy suddenly said. So, Finn decided this was the best time to try again, “Actually, if you’d all listen for a second…” “I think you’ve done enough, mate,” one of your loudest brothers interrupted quickly. “But, me and Y/N…” Then Arthur was the one to push his little brother back in his seat, “Shut up Finn and let us handle this. Full of frustration, the youngest Shelby sat back down, only to stand back up again. He picked up another bottle of whiskey and started pacing the room a little. “Stay off the whiskey, Finn!” one of his brothers scolded, “Here, eat this,” and he handed him an apple. With eyes wide, he stared at the sudden piece of fruit in his hand and exclaimed, “I’m not a fucking child anymore, John.” But his brother just winked and said, “Apparently,” and went back to arguing. So Finn walked and bit his nails and paced and pondered and decided there was nothing left to do, but eat the apple and jump in the Cut.And you couldn’t help yourself. A small giggle escaped you mouth and soon after you could no longer contain yourself and burst out laughing. “What’s the matter with you?” Finn hissed. “Don’t know…” you hiccupped, “but by the time they’ve finished I’ve already given birth probably!” And out of nowhere, all the brothers fell silent. Tommy, as always, took the word, “Right, this is how we’ve decided to do it…” “You’vedecided?” you repeated angrily. “Shut up, Y/N, you’re in enough trouble as it is,” one of your brothers bit.

But the great Thomas Shelby held up a hand and silenced the room with a gesture, “We’ve decided that the two of you are getting married. Now, you might hardly now each other, but the damage is done, eh?” “Actually…” “Finn, shut up, I’m still talking. Now, don’t worry Y/N, Finn will take good care of you. And Finn, you do the deed, you pay the consequences. The marriage is in a fortnight. Congratulations.” The room went quiet again and all eyes were on the two of you. You could now actually taste blood and realised you’d been biting your lip to keep from laughing a little too hard. Finn looked like he was either going to explode or just disappear. Almost inaudible, he muttered, “In a fortnight…” “Yes,” his brother confirmed, “Gives you a chance to get to know your bride.” “I’VE KNOWN HER FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, TOM”

So he did explode. “EVER SINCE SHE WAS FOURTEEN AND I WAS THIRTEEN, WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER.” “Finn, babe,” you put a hand on his arm, “Calm down.” He turned to you, his eyes still hilariously wide, “Why the fuck do they never listen? Pinch me or something… can you even see me? Am I real? Am I a ghost?” So you did as any woman would and slapped him in the face, “Stop the dramatics. You’re here.” “Ask her,” one of his brothers urged him, “Ask her properly.” Finn sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, “I did ask her ABOUT FOUR YEARS AGO.” You nodded wisely, “He did.” “Well, what did she say?”

“That we were too young?” ‘Too fucking right!” one of your brothers shouted out. Within seconds, eight men were once again yelling without listening to each other, and the Garrison became chaos for a second time.

“Okay, wait!” you held up both hands and much to your surprise, everyone stopped talking. Guess there really was power in being pregnant, “This is good news, right? We both want to get married! Yay?” And then they all started again! New subjects for arguments were found in the fact that you’d been sneaking out, that they let their brother be with you, where the wedding would be and who with, and there seemed to be no end to it. So, Finn put the apple in his pocket and with a sudden certainty to it, grabbed you by the hand and marched you out the door of the Garrison. There, in the filthy streets of Small Heath, he kissed you long and deep. “How about it then?” he asked. You smiled back at this wonderful boy and said, “No, let me do it. You already got to do it when we were kids.” “Okay,” he agreed at once. “Finn, if you could do anything, what would you do?” “I’d marry you in a fortnight!” he almost shouted out. And you deeply into his eyes, wondering how you’d even managed to find such a soft, sweet and still strong man, and finally said, “Will you marry me?” “Yes,” he said almost before you could finish the question. After another long, long kiss he got this sudden twinkle in his eyes and suggested, “Let’s go home.” “Home?” you laughed.   “Yeah,” he pointed to the Garrison, “They’re all busy in there, right? The house is empty…” You looked down at your bulging stomach and joked, “Damage’s already done.”

Hand in hand you walked through the streets, feeling like the king and queen of Birmingham.

“Mexico then?” a small smile was tugging at his mouth now too. You nodded, feeling more in love than ever, “Mexico.”

*** Masterlist

[bqstqnbruin]

Priceless

Ok so here I am somehow with a second fic in a matter of, what, two ish days? Anyway, this is one that I wrote and posted last year but I reread it and it sucked so I took it down and rewrote it. Hope you like it!

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: none? swearing? Typos for sure.

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You loved him with your whole heart; there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for him, and you knew that he felt the same about you. At least, that’s what you used to believe.

Ever the one for dramatics, a three am alarm was what made you question not only your whole relationship but your whole existence. The witching hour was an ungodly time to be waking up and getting ready, no matter what the reason was. Even when it involved flying off to Europe for a destination wedding that involved Jake’s entire team.

“Babe?” you call to him, the shower just turning off. He pokes his head out, hair wet, droplets of water rolling down his face as he waited for you to answer, “We’re going to have time to stop at a Dunkin’, right?” you whine, doing everything in your power to not pass out then and there instead of finishing your packing.

“Maybe?” he says, ducking back into the bathroom before coming out with just a towel on, hanging on his waist. If you weren’t so exhausted, the things you could be doing right now, your mind wanders as he continues talking, “We have to get through TSA and I don’t think they would allow you to bring that through security, would they?”

“Fucking hell,” you mutter to yourself, throwing the last of what you needed into your suitcase, trying to find anything of Jake’s lying around that you knew he would forget. “What if I finish it in the car before we go through security?” you beg, hoping he’ll cave.

“Y/N,” he sings, “then you’re going to have to use the bathroom a million times and it’s going to be my fault.”

“Do I have to be pleasant before I get coffee in me?”

You hear him laugh from the bathroom as you lean back on the bed and close your eyes. “You wouldn’t be you if you were pleasant before your coffee, babe.” You do everything in your power to try to stay awake while he gets ready, him saying random things as he runs around getting dressed, you murmuring weak responses in return. “Hey, come on, sleepyhead,” he says, pulling you off the bed, “We’ve gotta get to Logan.”

You drive there in silence, praying for the moment you get coffee in you as you still struggle to stay awake while Jake keeps talking. The car stops, Jake pulling down the window when you finally open your eyes, seeing that you were sitting in the drive-thru line at Dunkin. “God, I love you,” you say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, a smile covering his face.

“Who’s paying, you or me?” he asks, not letting you answer due to the voice of the cashier inside coming through the speaker to take your order. Two small coffees, enough to hold you over for the drive to the airport before you get more coffee once you’re through the gate. He looks at you as you stare down at your phone, having to check your bank account to see if you even had the money to begin with. “I’ll pay for both,” he says, a calm tone covering her voice.

Money for you was tight. You had never really struggled to pay your bills and your share of the utilities, but you definitely didn’t have the amount of extra cash that Jake did because of the seemingly never-ending student loan payments you were making. “I’m sorry,” you say, taking the coffee from him so he can get to driving again. You hated having the money conversation; no matter who you talked to, they always seemed to bring up the fact that your NHL player boyfriend made more money in a single season than you had seen in your entire life. It always left things awkward, as the implication of you being a gold digger hung in the air between you and the person you were having a conversation with. “I can probably transfer some money from my savings for extra stuff, but I had really only planned on buying a few meals and a few other trinkets for my family,” you admit, staring at the low number that showed in your checking account.

“Hey,” he says, resting his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off the road, “It’s fine. Anything you want, I’ll pay for it.” You smile at him, hoping he couldn’t tell from the corner of his eye that it wasn’t sincere. That was another thing you hated: other people covering for you. You grew up being taught that if you didn’t have money for it, you either didn’t pay for it until you had the money yourself, or you forewent it entirely. Having to worry about paying someone back was unnecessary stress in your life. Or, if they were like Jake, then they would insist it was their treat, not taking the money you owed them no matter how much it was.

You look out the window, the empty, tree-lined highway lighting up as the sun rose over it, the sky turning from the dark purple night to a brilliant orange right in front of you. You had never been one to wake up for the sunrise, taking in the sight for what was probably the first time in your life. “It’s so beautiful,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this calm and quiet before.”

“I’ve seen one thing more beautiful than this,” he says, a huge smile on his face.

“What?” you ask, bracing him for the cheesy comment you knew he was going to make.

“You,” he says, proudly, trying to find your hand without looking away from the road, bringing it to his lips before connecting his back to the wheel.

“God,” you moan, both of you laughing, “That was so corny.”

“Well, they call me Chef JD, gotta have some corn sometimes,” he says, resulting in you screaming.

“I will in fact leave you if you say something like that again,” you tell him.

“Yeah? Where would you live, then?” he teases, immediately regretting his words, “Fuck, sorry.”

“I’d figure something out,” you tell him, trying to match his teasing tone so that he doesn’t think you took it the way you did. The rest of the ride to the airport is in silence, you both finishing your coffee as you pull up, seeing some of the guys getting their stuff out of their car at the same time. “Hey, aren’t international flights normally at night?” you ask Jake, Charlie, and Matt coming over to help you guys get your bags.

“Bergy booked the flight for all of us and we don’t question him,” Charlie says, pulling Jake away from you, the two of them wandering into the airport with Kylie trying to keep up with her own boyfriend

“It should be more concerning to all of you that he has to act like your father,” you say to Matt, walking with him to security. Besides Jake, you were closest to Matt. He adopted you as a pseudo younger sister, the one who knew just as much, if not more about you than your boyfriend.

Matt shrugs, watching Charlie and Jake mess around with each other in line in front of you, “It just kind of happened that way. None of us ever questioned it, like Chuck said.” The two of you watch the boys, bickering about something as they seemingly all forget their girls were standing right around them. You and Matt fall into a mundane conversation, watching Jake and Charlie together as they pass through security. The five of you gather your things, trying to find which way your gate was so you could meet the rest of the guys before boarding the flight.

Matt figured out that you were supposed to head to the left, so naturally, Jake and Charlie veered right, leaving you and Kylie with all their stuff to lug to the gate. “Where are they going?” you ask Kylie, dumbfounded as you struggle to carry Jake’s bag along with your own stuff.

“Charlie mentioned he was hungry on the way here, so I’m just hoping that’s where they’re going,” she mutters, “Dealing with all of them together is like herding cats,” clearly as cranky as you were earlier that morning as you try to stifle your laughter. Just like you, Kylie was not a person to interact with before she had caffeine in her, one of the reasons the two of you got along so well.

You get to the gate, Jake and Charlie nowhere to be seen even though you were suddenly surrounded by the rest of the Bruins roster. From the looks of the waiting area, the flight was mostly the guys and their families, and thankfully so: you would hate to be on a plane with the Bruins organization if you were outside the organization itself. You loved the boys, but god, they were loud and annoying sometimes. Everyone else on the plane would definitely hate the group, but they didn’t care. The city was fueled by the hate of everyone who wasn’t them.

Jake and Charlie finally reappear, more coffee and now food in hand. Jake hands you what he got you as you reposition yourself so you’re sitting cross-legged on the seat, slightly uncomfortable due to how scrunched up you were so you could face him. You lean over, kissing his cheek before you start eating

He turns his head to smile at you as you catch him off guard and kiss him again. “What’s this for?”

“I don’t tell you enough that I appreciate you,” you say to him, taking a bite of the breakfast sandwich he got you.

Jake smiles at you, turning himself so he faces you. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him so he can kiss your forehead, mumbling something you can’t quite make out against your skin. Charlie starts chirping Jake over something, resulting in him leaving you to go argue with his teammates. You can’t help but smile as you watch Jake and his teammates. You knew he loved them, just like they loved him.

“You didn’t have coffee in you when I was talking to you before and you were actually pleasant?” Matt plops down next to you, taking your attention away from Jake.

You roll your eyes at him, even though you knew he was right, “Shut up, Gryz. Jake and I stopped for coffee on the way here. This is round two,” you say, raising the cup to him. The two of you watch some of the younger guys aggregate around Jake and Charlie, Jake telling them some story while they hang onto every word of his, laughing their heads off with every sentence. “God, he loves you guys.”

“Yeah, but you know he loves you more,” Matt says, nudging your shoulder.

“I think he loves Oreos more than he loves me sometimes,” you joke, knowing that it’s not true. Hoping that it’s not true, more like it.

“Trust me, JD loves three things in this order: you, hockey, then Oreos. He loves you more than he loves hockey. Nothing you can do will change that.”

You both laugh, the announcement for your flight to board interrupting the noise the rest of the guys were making. Jake rushes over to your side, picking up the bags both of you were planning on bringing onto the plan, practically pushing Matt out of the way. He kisses you on the cheek, a soft smile on his face.

“What?” you ask him, linking your arm in his.

“I love you,” he says, getting in line behind some of the guys.

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning your head against his arm.

“Ready for seven hours on a plane with these fools?” Jake asks, using his other arm to gesture to the rest of his teammates.

“I’m only ready because you’re with me,” you say to him in a sing-songy voice.

“Woah! So you can be corny, but I can’t?” he jokes, sending you two into a flirty bickering match as you board the plane with everyone. You get settled into your seats, resting your head on his shoulder to hopefully fall back to sleep despite the amount of caffeine coursing through your veins. You can hear the guys talking around you, probably annoying the rest of the passengers on the flight more than they intended.

You end up in that half awake-half asleep state while on his shoulder, the sounds of the rest of the guys fading in and out as you did. You could feel Jake occasionally kissing the top of your head, resting his on yours in an effort to go to sleep like you were. Both of you were woken up by the sound of the flight attendant coming through with food, the long flight warranting a hot meal, you and Jake being handed something different than the rest of the people around you.

“What is it?” you whisper to him once the flight attendant has passed by you.

“None of the free meals looked good so I got us something different,” he says, taking a bite of what looked like chicken covered in some sort of sauce.

“We could have just done the free meal so you wouldn’t be paying for me again,” you mumble, a little annoyed that he didn’t even ask when paying for food made things awkward earlier that morning.

You sit there in silence, eating the food that Jake bought you. Honestly, it was airplane food, not something that you had even wanted in the first place but you couldn’t let it go to waste now.

“I think I’m gonna go sit with Charlie,” Jake says, getting up without saying another word once the food is gone, leaving you to sit there by yourself with the other people in the row.

You try to find something to watch on the screen in front of you, only to be interrupted by Matt appearing and Jake’s seat, startling you as you rip out the headphones you had on while the first movie available was starting to play. “Your boy just kicked me out of my seat by sitting on top of me.”

You can’t help but laugh, picturing the other passengers' reactions around then as the grown men that were Jake and his teammates acted like absolute children. “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that he did that or that fact that I’m not shocked that he did that.” You watch him with Charlie, your smile fading as his grows.

“Hey, what’s up?” Matt asks, pulling your attention away from Jake.

“Same argument that we haven’t really fought over yet.” Matt was the only one on the team that knew about the seemingly never-ending awkwardness that surrounded you and Jake when it came to money. “It’s not getting worse, but it’s more frequent. I’m just worried we’re gonna end up blowing up at each other and losing each other in the process,” you tell him, fixating on the screen in front of you.

You hear him exhale, looking over to see a sad look on his face. A single lock of hair falls down in front of his forehead, moving along with the rest of his head, “Couples fight. I don’t want to tell you that you should have this argument this weekend, but you have to talk about it. And I mean really talk about it, not just the vague undertones you two constantly have dancing around the subject.”

You stare at him, slightly confused at how something like that came out of him, “I don’t like how you said that so eloquently,” you laugh, Matt throwing his head back to join you.

“But you know I’m right,” he says.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” you huff, waving him off.

Without another word, he hands you his other earbud, starting a movie on his screen that would hopefully last the rest of the flight. You rest your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the screen, picturing Jake in his place.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you must have at some point because the next thing you know, the movie is over, the plane is about to land, and Matt is trying to get you off his shoulder so he can get back to his seat. “Hey, Y/N,” he whispers, nudging his shoulder gently. “Jake’s coming back,” he says, acting as if he didn’t want to get caught with you asleep next to him.

“Hi,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes as he plops back down in his seat, him kissing your cheek as you now struggle to stay awake. “It’s like, the middle of the night now, isn’t it?” you ask him, having no idea the time difference between Boston and where you were.

“I think it’s like 10 pm. I didn’t realize I was dating an old woman,” he jokes, pulling a laugh from you.

“You wear me out, babe,” you say, everyone getting up from their seats, the boys making more noise than anyone on the plane as people anxiously waited to get off.

“And you keep me young,” he says, giving you a quick peck before handing you your bag.

You hear someone groan behind you, turning to see Matt standing there already waiting for the two of you to move out of his way. “I’m not going to hang out with you if you’re like this the entire trip” he teases.

You can’t help but scoff, playing into the teasing nature of his comment. “Sorry, bubs, you’re the only one who didn’t bring a date so that makes you our third wheel.”

“I could third wheel any of the guys here and you know that,” he tries to defend himself as Jake grabs your hand and starts to pull you off the plane.

“That’s a weird thing to brag about,” you tell him, the three of you walking in a line to go get your bags, you and Matt carrying a conversation while Jake stands off to the side, not paying attention to the movement of the unfamiliar airport around him.

Everyone waits outside for whatever transportation Patrice had arranged to the hotel, still unsure how he swung any of the details he did. The guys had way too much energy considering how many hours they spent cooped up on a plane. You were exhausted, the coffee practically gone from your system as you tried to convince Jake to just go back to the hotel room with you and spend the night in. “Please?” you beg him, draping yourself on his arm as he waited to get your room keys.

“But the guys want to explore the city,” he whines, jutting his lip out to you.

“I have no more coffee in me,” you whine back. He pouts at you, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to try to convince you to stay in or go explore with the guys. “I will do anything you want.”

He raises his eyebrows, pulling you close to him, “Anything?” he asks, forgetting the guys surrounding you as he kisses you, his grip around your waist tightening as his teammates start teasing the two of you.

“Hey, JD! Save that for the bedroom!” Matt chirps, your face turning bright red at his words.

“Ah, fuck off and let me love her,” he says, his forehead against yours. “I think I like the sound of the bedroom.”

You ignore the chirps from the boys as he kisses you again, the heat in your cheeks not subsiding until the two of you get to your room. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out with the guys? Apparently, the nightlife is supposed to be awesome in the city,” Jake says, flopping down on the bed. You had been there all of two seconds, and he was already starfished on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

You sigh, sitting down next to him. “I told you I don’t want to go out,” you repeat, a little more annoyed than you intended to sound. “I’m tired, and when we go out, we’re going to end up spending more money and-” you stop, cutting yourself off as Jake sits up.

“Hey,” he says, taking your hands in his, “I told you I would pay for you. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is, though. To me it is. I don’t need you to keep paying for me for everything. I don’t want you to.”

“What’s the big deal?”

Were you really about to have the fight you and Matt talked about on the plane in your hotel room? “Don’t you get it? You have so much money while I’m constantly struggling to make ends meet because of fucking loans. Do you know what it’s like to be a grown adult and live off someone else's money, the constant looks from people when I talk about you that say they think I’m just dating you for your money? That unless you’re home and go grocery shopping for us, I have to choose between food and gas until you get back? All I am is a fucking burden.”

“What, you think I don’t know about all of that? Why do you think I pay for you? So you don’t have to worry about food and gas,” he says, getting up.

“And I hate that you do that!” you snap, “That you feel like you have to. It’s like a slap in the face that I can never pay for anything and you have to pay for everything.”

“So what do you want me to do? Stand by and watch you struggle when I have the means to help you?” The volume of his voice matched yours, hearing doors in the hallway opening and closing, praying that it wasn’t other guests trying to figure out what room the screaming match was coming from.

“I don’t mind if you help out once in a while when I really need it but it’s stuff like the second round of Dunkin’ when I could barely get the first, the meal on the airplane when they give out free ones, or when you keep asking to go out, knowing that we’re going to spend money after I told you no.” Jake rolls his eyes, pushing past you and out the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out with the guys. You want something, you can get it yourself, see if I care,” he hisses, leaving you standing there with the door propped open by your foot, watching him walk away. Matt gets off the elevator when he tries to get on, saying something you can’t make out when the elevator door closes.

“What the hell happened?” Matt asks, looking between you and the elevator.

You shake your head, trying to hold back the tears that were forming, knowing that there were other people in the hallway that had just witnessed the end of whatever that was. “Remember the fight you said we would have? We just had it,” you tell him, flopping down on your bed with your hands over your face. You let out a long groan, feeling the weight of Matt’s body sink the corner of the mattress down. You knew he was giving you that sympathetic look that was going to make you more upset, feeding into your already upset nature just that much more.

“What happened?” Matt repeats.

“We just finally snapped. God, of all places to have a stupid fight like this, we have at the night before your teammate is supposed to get married. I mean, fuck, we’re in Barcelona, for god's sake and you and I are here watching me mope instead of exploring like we should be.”

“Well, who says we can’t?”

“My bank account.”

Matt pries your hands off your face, forcing you to sit up despite you clearly not wanting to. “There’s so much to do in Barcelona at night that doesn’t involve spending money. We can find the guys no problem, probably doing something free.”

“And how do you expect we do that?” you ask him as he tries to drag you off the bed, grabbing the room key on the way out the door.

Matt waves his phone in the air, a smug look on his face. “I have the location of everyone on the team, past and present, on Find My Friends.”

You hesitate for a minute, your wallet and bag sitting right there by the door for you to grab to go join your boyfriend and his teammates and try to enjoy the night despite the fight you just had. “Matt,” you try to protest, your eyes darting back and forth between him and your bag. You didn’t want to worry about Jake on the night out, but you knew you couldn’t be spending a lot of money. You had been out with the guys too many times before when Jake promised they wouldn’t be big spenders, only to go home and have to worry about how you were going to survive to the next paycheck.

“If you want anything then I’ll pay for it and you pay me back with food or something. Y/N, Jake is wandering Barcelona with Charlie right now, probably just as upset as you are,” he tries to reason with you. “There’s no point in sitting here alone in your hotel room when you’re in a city that you’ve been talking about visiting for as long as I’ve known you.”

You let out a groan, knowing that he was right. “I can’t stand you,” you mumble, grabbing your bag and heading out the door with him.

Matt had his phone pulled out, trying to navigate the city based on a little dot that showed your boyfriend’s location. You had no idea where you were going, and, to be honest, you weren’t sure that Matt had any idea either. You had never been in a situation where the two of you had to wander through unfamiliar territory before, but something told you it was going to be a while before he figured out how to get to the rest of the guys.

“Matt, this is useless. We’ve been walking around for over an hour already,” you tell him, sitting down on the bench that was just off the path you had been taking.

“It hasn’t been an hour, you’re being dramatic.”

Matt sits down next to you as you pull out your phone. “We left the room at 10 pm. It’s 11. That’s an hour,” you snap at him, clearly hating that you can’t find them. “I just want to see Jake,” you mutter.

“Have either of you calmed down enough to have an actual conversation with each other? You know, not a screaming match?” Matt asks you, watching the small dots that represented his teammates move around his phone screen. “If you want to try to figure out your way around here, when neither of us speaks the language to ask for directions, we can. If not, we go back to the hotel.”

You stare at his phone, seeing JD, CM, TF, two JS’s, and a DP altogether, somewhere off the road where neither of you were able to figure out how to get to them. You shake your head, thinking about Matt’s words: you weren’t sure you were cooled off enough to talk to Jake rationally, and you had a feeling he was still the same. “Let’s just find our way back to the hotel,” you tell him, getting up off the bench.

You look at Matt, the look of sympathy covering his face as he follows you back the way you came. You probably could have easily found Jake and the rest of the guys, working out whatever the hell you needed to before the wedding tomorrow. If you couldn’t work it out, what did that mean for your future, though? If you didn’t live with Jake, you would be struggling way more than you were now, probably living paycheck to paycheck without the luxury of everything Jake did for you.

Were you wrong to be mad that he was trying to help?

The two of you get back to the hotel, the empty lobby eerily echoing with your footsteps on the marble floor. You hadn’t even noticed it before, the hotel you were staying at was probably the nicest one you had ever set foot in. You were tempted to sit on one of the chairs in the lobby, wait there for Jake and the rest of the guys to come back despite the fact that they would probably be drunk off their asses when you saw them.

Matt puts his hand on your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Do you want to stay down here and wait?” he asks you, reading your mind, “Or, do you want to go back to either your room or mine?”

“I don’t want to impose,” you try to protest.

“So, you’d rather go back to an empty room and wallow alone instead of sitting on my bed, eating ice cream, and watching a movie,” he tempts you, raising his eyebrows with his offer.

“I don’t want ice cream.”

Matt scrunches his nose, letting out a laugh. “I never said the ice cream was for you. It’s summer, I can cheat on the nutrition plans a little more right now.”

He manages to pull a laugh from you, the two of you heading up to his room. You plopped yourself on his bed, your hands behind your head while you couldn’t take your mind off Jake. You really didn’t want him to be as miserable as you felt, but part of you also did want that. Was that bad?

You knew you had to set boundaries. You knew you couldn’t live without him, both financially and in life in general.

“You know,” Matt says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again, “The guys are back here at the hotel. If you wanted to go back to your room, I’m sure you could talk to him now.”

You roll over, your back facing Matt. “I don’t think he would want to talk to me.”

Matt sighs, lying down next to you and staring up at the ceiling. “Like I told you in Boston, Jake loves you more than anything. If I know anything about him, he’s just as miserable as you are, probably back in your room panicking about where you are.”

You turn to him, narrowing your eyes. “This is your way of trying to get me out of here before the ice cream comes and you feel like you have to share with me, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, sitting up to get ready to go. “Oh, of course.”

You head out, opening the door, caught off guard by who was standing there. “Jake?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. “I thought you would be here.” You nod, both of you standing there in an awkward silence as you held the door to Matt’s room open. You didn’t know if you should speak first or wait for Jake to do it, and apparently, he felt the same.

“As much as I love just staring at you two,” Matt breaks the silence. “Would you be able to do this with my door closed? You can be in here, but,” his voice trails off. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear whatever it was you were about to talk about even though he already knew.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him, letting his room door close behind you as Jake took your hand in his, leading you down the hall to your room.

You don’t say anything until you get into your room, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” he says, his hand still in yours but unable to look at you.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” you repeat, for lack of better words to say. “We need boundaries. I get that you want to pay for things, but I need you to ask me before you do, especially if it’s something we don’t necessarily need.”

“Ok,” he draws out, trying to figure out how to frame his words. “Would you be ok with asking me for help when you need it? You know I can help you, and it kills me seeing you struggle when I have the means to make this stop.”

“I just want you to ask.”

He smiles at you, raising his hand to cup your face. “I will,” he says, his lips finding yours for a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You spend the rest of the night together, trying to figure out boundaries of what and when Jake can lend you money, what should be paid back, what he doesn’t want back, everything. It was the conversation you should have had years ago, yet never did.

The next morning, you get ready for his teammate's wedding, slipping on the dress, your back towards Jake while he put on his suit. “Can you zip me up?” you ask him while he adjusted his sleeves.

He comes up behind you, his fingers holding the small zipper and slowly pulling it up your back. Jake wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in front of the mirror hung on the wall of the room, his head nestled on your shoulder. “I can’t wait until we get married.”

You laugh, craning your neck to kiss the side of his head. “That’ll be an expensive day, won’t it,” you joke.

“Yeah, maybe. But spending the rest of my life with the girl I love? That’s priceless.”

[yong-bokk]

all in ¹

pairing: special agent ! han jisung x reader

genre: frenemies to idiots to lovers fluff with a dash of sad

warnings: mentions of drug dealing and someone got shot

u are !! angry !!

no

scratch that

u are ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノFURIOUS!!! ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

ur pen magically disappeared from your pen holder. AGAIN

and this time it’s the new carrot-shaped one you just bought

٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶

u don’t need to be a detective to figure out the culprit behind this

bc it’s who else other than,,,,

“HAN JISUNG”

hyunjin, putting on his earphones: “here we go again”

“yes, love?”

GOD u wish u could wipe that cute stupid smile off his cute face

“STOP. STEALING. MY PENS.”

(○｀д´)ﾉｼ Σ(っﾟДﾟ)っ

u’re going to sue chan

why chan, u ask

bc “bickering with han jisung daily” was definitely not part of the contract he gave u when u decided to join the skz criminal investigation division

but here u are

shooting glares at the special agent sitting at his table across yours, filling in paperwork with your carrot pen

and that’s just how everyday is

he teases you all the time and takes ur things

you take revenge by stealing from his ‘secret’ lollipop stash

“STOP. STEALING. MY CANDIES.”

you, popping one into your mouth: “i literally don’t know what you’re talking about, love”

(ง •̀_•́)ง “u come near my babies again and i’ll FIGHT u”

he says that

but jisung always buys more of your favourite flavour

he'd rather quit than admit that to you though !!

the two of you bicker 24/7

and everyone else just wants you two to shut up and kiss

i mean

it’s not like u two hated each other or anything

hate is a strong word

and deep down the two of u know it’s all just friendly banter

and u know this because

there was this one time

u had to stay up late to catch up on the biggest pile of paperwork u’ve been procrastinating on

at god-knows-what-o’clock u decided to rest ur eyes

just close them for a couple of minutes,, right? (◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍)

wrong!

u ended up closing them for a good HOUR before waking up and realising that u

one: did NOT finish the pile of work u promised chan u’d hand him that day

and two: overslept and is most definitely very, very late to a very important meeting

u wanted to cry but fuck u didn’t even have the TIME to cry

just when u thought ur day couldn’t get worse

it suddenly rained hard when u were just 5 minutes away from the office

( ◞‸◟)

sorry reader

that day was just /not/ ur day

u stepped into the office shivering like one of minho’s kittens after a bath, drenched from head to toe and creating mini puddles wherever u stand

u barely sat down when jisung threw something at u

honestly u were about to yell at him but then u saw

?????

he threw u his hoodie

and sweatpants

and also the warmest towel

and u just sat there staring at him bc ur last half of a braincell was: surprised

“hurry up and go change before u catch a cold, dummy”

u would’ve smacked him for calling u a dummy on any other day

but u made ur way to the restroom and changed

jisung’s hoodie felt way better than the soaked dress shirt you had on

it he smelled nice too

u’ll never know how chaotic his heart became when he saw u waddle back to ur desk looking like the absolute love of his life in his clothes

han jisung on the outside: ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎

han jisung on the inside: ⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ㅅ⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄ AKJSDFSDFASKDJ

u also don’t know this but han went to chan that day and asked him to let u off the hook for being late that day

he also asked for half of your paperwork

but this one u found out

bc u bumped into him walking towards chan’s office holding a stack of paper with a bright yellow post-it on top of it

and your name written on said post-it

“is that,,, my paperwork?”

…………

“,,,,no?”

“han jisung”

“alrightyeahmaybe…..”

“u-u did my paperwork for me?” (˃̣̣̥^˂̣̣̥`)

“don’t think too much of it, i was uh- i was just bored WAIT WHY ARE U CRYINGKSJDF”

that was a one-time thing

but yeah u definitely don’t hate jisung

and u’re pretty sure he doesn’t hate u too

even if u purposefully annoy each other on a daily basis

“i hate paperwork”

“yn if u say that one more fucking time i SWEAR-”

“u’ll do it for me?” (◕ᴗ◕`)

“U WISH”

:(((((

hyunjin: “okay shut up lovebirds. i have good news and bad news, which one do u want to hear first”

“good….?”

“good news !! you don’t have to do paperwork”

＾ワ＾) “and why is that?”

“bang chan is assigning u on another undercover case”

“that’s not bad news hyun-“

“-with jisung”

＾ワ＾) ?????!?!???!?!?!WHAT

u physically can’t even be together with jisung for longer than 2,5 seconds without start bickering with each other

what does he MEAN chan is assigning u two on an undercover case

“which part of ‘i’m assigning u and jisung on an undercover case’ do u not get”

“IT’S LIKE U DON’T EVEN KNOW US CHAN”

“listen . it’s a one-shot mission and i’m sure the two of u won’t fuck up. me assigning two of my best agents for this case is a well-thought decision”

( ´•︵•` )

ok so the case

a new club recently opened in town

and it’s currently the most popular one bc the owner is a very famous millionaire and has his famous guests over all of the time

however

there has been a couple of reports asking the officials to check for some suspicious activities going on inside

the reports seemed valid considering how details from different sources matched with each other

but the police can’t just barge in and do a thorough check

bc the one who owns the club is kind of a big deal

so ;—;

u and jisung

dressed up in the prettiest fanciest celebrity-like fits u own

in u go

it didn’t take the two of u long before u gathered up information

all u had to do now is catch them in the act and get rock solid evidence

it was supposed to be a simple fishy drug trade in a very fancy club’s private bathroom

from one of the stalls u got clear view of everything happening

but u weren’t paying attention

one second u were done sending the pictures to hyunjin

the next second u heard jisung yell ur name and suddenly someone’s on the ground ( ｡ _ ｡ )

turns out that someone barged in, attempting to shoot u but jisung got to him first

but they both didn’t miss

jisung took a bullet to his shoulder instead of u

from then on

ur body autopiloted and everything else was a blur

u helped him apply pressure on the wound as u requested help

guilt swallowed u whole when u saw him wince a little bc he thought u weren’t looking :((

the ambulance came and chan and hyunjin followed not long after

u just let them move jisung onto the stretcher and followed silently, not letting go of his hand

:(( jisung thinks seeing u like this hurts more than his wound does

“it’s okay, i’m okay. it’s not ur fault, yn”

he gave u a smile and squeezed ur hand but u know he’s just saying that bc he doesn’t want u to feel bad and worry

if it weren’t for bang chan asking u to stay for a couple of statements,

u would’ve gotten into the ambulance with jisung

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

but u went to the hospital right after

u waited outside during the surgery and u saw him for a little while when he was still asleep

u haven’t seen him again since then

the next few days jisung was in the hospital, everything felt so… empty

the office felt so empty without jisung

u didn’t even know why u kept staring at his table

it wasn’t like he was going to pop out of nowhere

but (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`) u wish he would

hyunjin followed u everywhere and made sure to drag u away from paperwork for breaks and lunch

felix made u ur favourite batch of cookies in hopes u’ll cheer up

lee know even came in with two bags full of ur favourite snacks

“he’s not dead, yn”

but u know he was worried too

the office was just so gloomy without jisung

u can’t believe u’re saying this but u miss him

u miss bickering with him

u miss his stupid laugh when u yell out his name

u’d even let him steal all ur good pens if it means he’s going to be okay and come back

:(

by the end of the week, chan finally had enough

“yn u know u can’t keep doing this to urself”

“do what”

“come on, if there was one thing u hate the most it’s paperworks and u've been throwing urself into that without a single complaint.. it’s honestly quite concerning”

･o･ “u… called me in bc i wasn’t complaining about paperworks?”

“we both know why u’re here >: and i’m not talking to u as ur chief, i’m talking to u as a friend >: ”

……..

“i just miss him so much…. and it’s my fault, chan, it’s my fault he got hurt like that and he kept saying that he’s okay but-“

u felt bad for bursting out to chan like that but he was the one who cornered u first so >:

u walked out of chan’s office eyes puffy and although the others probably heard, u still hoped they don’t see u like this

u were about to dash for the restroom and hide there until ur eyes de-puff but

“i didn’t know u’d miss me this much”

?

???

?!@#$*(!@#$)!&@#%

u whipped ur head so fast and there han jisung was wearing his cute stupid smile

normally u would’ve thought of a snarky comeback already

but seeing him there right in front of u after a whole jisungless week

and after ur little breakdown session with chan

u couldn’t help but burst into tears again and hugged him like he was going to disappear if u didn’t hold him tight enough ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

jisung bit his lip to hold back a wince but couldn’t help and let out a little hiss when u bumped into the bandage on his shoulder

“i-i’m sorry”

u pulled away a little feeling bad for hurting him but he had u in his arms once again, holding u just as tight

“i’m perfectly fine, see? i’m not going anywhere, u can’t get rid of me that fast”

(´ •̥◡•̥ `) jisung smiled so wide when he heard ur tiny giggle

his babey ! no longer sad !

god knows how long the two of u stayed there hugging

until u heard someone clear their throat

that someone being chan

“i’m sorry but can u hug somewhere else, i really need to go”

bonus:

“wait u’re already discharged from the hospital?” (• . • ?)

“i heard u missed me and i can’t let my baby miss me any longer”

“han jisung-“

“i mean, i can’t say i didn’t miss u too-“

“U STILL HAVE UR HOSPITAL BRACELET ON U DID U RUN AWAY?????!!!!”

“……..i? discharged? myself?”

hhhHHHHhhhhh

[script-nef]

An actual break | Gojou Satoru

Category: fluff

2.6k words; Beach date [4/6]

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You haven’t been to the beach in months. So a car trip for hours, where you can blank out and peer out of the window to enjoy the wonderful and ever-changing scenery is amazing. Dipping your feet in the water or eating from food vendors or enjoying the warm summer sun on your skin. Perhaps getting a tan if the weather is perfect. This would all be perfectly enjoyable and possible.

If it wasn’t for work.

“[Surname]-san, why are you coming with us? You said you can’t fight.” Itadori calls from the backseat, nestled not-so-comfortably between Fushiguro and Kugisaki. 

Wouldn’t it be better if Kugisaki is in the middle since she’s the smallest and the skinniest? The thought drifts into your head but you soon understand why. As soon as the words leave his mouth it’s met with a firm and resounding slap on the arm. Itadori’s yelp of pain is silenced under her hiss of “God, you’re so tactless! Now move over, it’s getting cramped with all of the bags.” Ah, she didn’t want to sit in the middle. And what bags? I didn’t bring any.

They keep their banter up and a quick glance to both Gojou and Fushiguro indicates that they have no intention of stopping it. Gojou is actually humming through the bickering. Why do I have to be the adult? He’s like, 5 years older than me. That’s literally what he said as the reason to drive instead of you. 

“It’s fine, Kugisaki-san. I’m coming along because there’s been a lot of cursed spirit activity around here and I need to see if something abnormal is happening. I’m not going to get in the way of the fight so you don’t need to worry.” You send Itadori a smile through the back mirror which he responds with a quick nod, then a confused look.

“Isn’t that Gojou-sensei’s responsibilities?” The mentioned adult laughs and smoothly makes a right turn. You want to slap him.

“Normally, yes, but he insists on being insufferable.” You turn to face them, leaning onto the seat with a scowl. “The report he made was nearly illegible and last time something like this happened, and I had to sit down with him for 3 hours to complete it. Even then, he was going off topic half the time and trying to distract me. Itadori-kun, Kugisaki-san, listen to me. If he doesn’t do his work, you have to practically force him.”

“Doesn’t work.” Fushiguro comments while looking out the window. Gojou has the audacity to laugh again.

“We had a great time! You were laughing your head off by the time we were done.” A light tug on your shirt makes you sit back properly. The scowl stays in place.

“I missed dinner! And I missed the last episode of Haikyuu thanks to that!”

“Fine, fine. I’ll take it up by buying you dinner, okay?” He must be kidding if that makes up for missing your favourite anime. Kuroo came and went thanks to him. The car comes to an abrupt stop just as you’re about to complain again. “We have arrived!”

Salt wafts in the air as the sea twinkles underneath the afternoon sun. It’s hot today, and humid enough to make your clothes stick to your skin, which is gross. Sunny and warm means a swim will be ideal, but you have to take care of the whole recurring curses thing first. Previous reports have said that they were all mid-level, so hopefully Gojou’s students won’t have that much of a problem taking care of them. That also means they, including you as well, might have the opportunity to relax for the rest of the day. 

The actual spot is somewhere in the nearby forest, filled thick with trees and so large that even if someone went missing it would take ages to search. An ideal hunting place since a lot of people visit there. Numbers dropped quite a bit after the fifth person “went missing”. 

The first task is to cover the place with a curtain. Since the place is so large and not encompassing the entire place was deemed too risky, large amounts of cursed energy is required. Hence Gojou’s efforts right now.

“[Name]-san.” Kugisaki calls you. “Are you coming in with us?” Her voice is tentative, like she doesn’t want to offend you. It’s kind of funny because she shows more respect for you than her actual teacher for some reason. Gojou complained about it before. She doesn’t know the extent, or more accurately the lack of, your powers and has a right to be worried. All she knows is that you can’t fight. 

“Ah, I am coming in, but I’ll stay far away from the fight. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“And I’ll be right by her side!” Gojou snaps into thin air, linking his arm with yours.  “Your personal bodyguard! But I’m sure you guys can handle this one.” Still humming a tune, he sends them along their way with a reassuring smile. You smile at Kugisaki and wish her good luck. Shooting Gojou a suspicious glare, she runs ahead to the two boys and starts whispering. They look back at the two of you and get into what seems to be an argument. A bad thing to do right before a possibly life-threatening mission.

You watch the group disappear deeper into the woods, fear gripping at your heart. This is actually the first time in the field after years of being tucked away in an office. Ken-chan specifically requested it due to your unique cursed energy situation. Apparently that was the first time he asked for a favour to the principle and he never asked for anything again. They can handle themselves, you’re sure, but Itadori already had a close call.

“Worried?” Gojou, on the other hand, sounds like he has no concerns in the world. Maybe that’s a testament to how much he trusts his students. It doesn’t alleviate your agitation. “It’s fine, we can just take a break here and if trouble comes, they can take care of it themselves.” You stare at him incredulously. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’ll step in if something goes wrong. You’re all in safe hands.”

There is no one better than him in terms of fighting with cursed energy. How on earth someone like this gets imbued with endless power, you’ll never know. Sighing, you take a seat on a fallen log. The moss on them tickles your fingers. It feels nice, something to distract you from your brain being its usual bastard and thinking the worst case scenario. Gojou plops himself down right next to you. 

“We can go see them if you’re that worried, mother hen.” Nudging his leg shuts him up. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on reaching out for their cursed energy. Eight signals flicker from where they went, three blazing stronger than the others. One of them is nearly blinding. Sukuna is on a completely different level. If there’s that much of a difference in energy, they’ll finish soon and come back to have fun for the rest of the day. God knows they need it.

Your eyes flit open and come face to face with Gojou’s blindfold. It causes you to fall backwards and you brace for impact with a little yelp. But Gojou’s arm surrounds your abdomen, lifting you into the air and onto your feet. Heartbeats thud in your ears thanks to the sudden adrenaline boost.

“Did I scare you?” His laugh is cheeky. “I’m bored… Wanna play 20 questions?” As usual, his train of thought is impossible to even attempt to follow. A window of hundreds of tabs wrestling to be the first all the time is probably what the inside of his mind looks like.

“Sure, why not.”

Fushiguro, Itadori and Kugisaki all perk up when they receive the news of a day off to enjoy the beach. Since it’s closed off to the civilians, it’ll be like a private party. Something to keep their mind off of another mission that’s bound to come soon.

While they run off to the beach, you go to talk to the park rangers for the paperwork. Gojou asks if you want company but someone needs to supervise the children. The process takes barely 10 minutes anyway.

When you come back to the beach, the trio is screaming in the sea while trying to fight each other. Even Fushiguro is laughing. Childlike innocence is beautiful and long overdue. Two huge parasols and towels are laid out nearby where they’re playing. Gojou is out of his usual attire and in a swimming trunk. His blindfold is still on. Is this what was in the bags?

Now that you look more closely at the students, they’re all in swimwear as well. Looks like you’re the only one that didn’t get a memo. 

“Heya! Done?”  

“No thanks to you, Mr The-Whole-Reason-I’m-Here-In-The-First-Place.” He laughs at the nickname. 

“You should change.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit. Nobody told me and I was just thinking of dipping my feet.”

“Nobara brought you one. It’s in the bag labelled ‘If you look inside I’m going to kill you.’” Laughter comes out at the absurdity.

“Why did Kugisaki—”

“Because she wants you to relax. Now come on! Let’s have fun!” he pushes you excitedly towards the car. It’s really weird how someone your senior has more energy than you and his three students combined. Sighing, you trek back and find the bag. It really is labelled that, in caps. Kugisaki is a good kid. 

There’s a bathroom nearby for you to change in. The wind is still pretty strong when you walk out but you’re saved thanks to the school jacket. There’s also a pair of flip-flops. Ken-chan must have helped since they all fit perfectly. 

Itadori is being half-drowned when you come back. Fushiguro and Kugisaki are merciless when it comes to fighting. Gojou smiles as you walk into his line of sight. Scooting over to let you into the shade, he lies back onto the towel and stretches his legs out into the sun with a slight groan. You stay sitting up, watching the three children absentmindedly. 

Sunlight tickles your feet. The sea breeze stops it from being too hot but it’s slowly getting stuffier under the jacket. Quickly discarding it, Gojou catches your eyes while you fold it up.

It’s impossible to tell if he’s awake or sleeping thanks to his signature blindfold, but this is the most relaxed you’ve seen him in years; hands folded behind his head and muscles completely loose. Small scars dot his body, probably gained from fights which he deemed insignificant enough to bother Shouko with or heal himself. In a way, it’s a reminder for all the battles he’s survived. Pretty easily too, you’re guessing. There’s a deep one on his stomach and your hand moves towards it for some reason.

Long fingers intercept your hand just before it touches the scratched skin, entwining themselves to you. One end of Gojou’s lips quirks up. 

“I’m going to be embarrassed if you keep looking at my body, you know.” You immediately attempt to rip your hand back but he’s got you locked tight. He’s not even using Infinity. Heat threatens to explode your face because he’s been awake all this time and you’re going to die from shame. “If you wanted to touch me then you could have just asked.” Your fingers graze against the skin on his stomach for a split second but he loosens his grip and you will be damned if you don’t take that chance. 

Gojou cackles, enjoying your flustered state, and he’s halfway to suffocation because he’s laughing too much. His instincts still allow him to move out of the way for your punch. Doesn’t stop him from laughing though. Even his students, who were screaming and playing like they didn’t have a care in the world, are looking at the two of you. God, where’s a hole for me to die in right now?

Eventually, his laughter dies off. He’s still chuckling though. His teeth glint in the light as he gives you a wide smile. A sense of foreboding washes over you. 

“Up we go!”

“What?” Two arms hook under your knees and back, lifting you effortlessly into the air. Your body bounces in his arms every time he takes a step closer to the sea.

“Wait Gojou, wait wait wait wait!” 

“Gojou-sensei wai—” 

The water is freezing. 

“Gojou Satoru, I’m going to kill you!”

“That’s admirable! I’m sure you can do it!” Fushiguro snickers as you swipe an arm at Gojou, who moves away effortlessly again. Hair is plastered to your face and this rage is not going to subside unless you rip the blindfold off his smirking face and dunk his head into the water. But he keeps dodging you, just barely, as if to taunt you further.

Exhaustion sets in quickly since moving around in water is a lot harder and anger eats away at your stamina. Just as you’re about to give up, Gojou’s face is slapped with a wave of water. Everyone looks to Kugisaki. She has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Pfft.” Fushiguro’s laughter breaks the silence. Itadori snickers at Gojou’s drooping hair. Soon everyone’s laughing. Then Gojou whips water that hits all three of them straight in the chest with a resounding smack. They immediately retaliate with a wave that you get caught up in. 

It somehow turns into a students vs adults fight. Delighted laughter echoes in the air as everyone yells and shrieks when assaulted with icy water. There’s an unspoken rule to not use cursed energy, which is why your side is being pushed back. There’s no beating three excited kids when they’re on a holiday high. 

Backtracking a bit to get away from the constant surges of water, you don’t realise you’re going deeper and deeper into the sea. A rock shifts underneath your feet and you’re plunged into the cold grips of the sea, not even given enough time to call for help. Panic overtakes your senses as you squeeze your eyes shut, hands scrambling for something to hold onto. 

“[Name]!” Warmth engulfs you as Gojou lifts you out of the murky depth, worry and dread weaved into his voice. You blink rapidly as he gently brushes the hair off your face, and you see his eyes without the blindfolds for the first time. “Look at me, are you alright?”

They’re… indescribably beautiful. It’s the purest and translucent blue you’ve seen in your life, able to beat the colour of the ocean or the sky on its clearest days. It could compete with even the most exquisite sapphire locked up in a vault underground. And they’re clouded with concern and fear because of you.

“[Surname]-san!” Bringing yourself up by hugging Gojou’s neck, you see the trio wading through the water to you, dread clear on their faces. Itadori reaches you and rapidly asks if you’re fine and that he can’t possibly describe how sorry he is. It looks like he’ll dig his head into the ocean floor if you ask him to do it. Like he’s waiting for you to reprimand him.

But all that comes out is laughter, bright and childlike. They all look at you like you’re crazy. You have no idea why you’re laughing either. Maybe you’ve finally gone insane.

But being in Gojou’s arms, seeing his and Itadori’s face relax, brings you so much happiness. Tightening your arms around Gojou’s neck, you rest your head on top of his as he calms them down. 

Maybe it’s the adrenaline from nearly drowning, maybe it’s something else, but your heart thumps rapidly into your ribcage, probably loud enough for him to feel.

Next chapter →

[spookysanta]

braided. (c.e.)

Summary: she hates when he’s right, but she hates it even more when he knows he’s right and won’t shut up about it. or, he likes to do her hair more than she does.

Pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Black!reader

WARNINGS: none

i don’t hate it anymore, thankfully.

UNEDITED

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“Y’know,” he said as he entered the bedroom they shared from his shower, his waist wrapped in a towel, white steam trailing behind him from the hot bathroom. “I could ask what you’re doing, though I’m not entirely sure I’d like to know.”

“I’m not entirely sure I’d want to tell you.” His wife shrugged without missing a beat. She didn’t want to tell him that she learned a new hair-braiding technique on social media and decided to give it a try, only to stop halfway because her hands began to cramp.

“Well, it seems to me that you started on your hair and got tired.”

“Shut up.”

She hated how he just knew stuff.

And of course, she’d expected him to already have known what she was up to.

She didn’t have to tell him what was happening, because he just knew her. He knew that this would be bound to happen, especially now that she’s home full-time. When she isn’t working, she scours the Internet to find something new to do; today’s activity must’ve been hair related. She knew he would tease her for quitting her hair halfway through (like she usually does); but sometimes, she just loses interest, or her hands cramp up, she can’t help it.

“And here I was, about to offer my services to help. But no, you don’t deserve it since you’ve chosen to be mean to me.” His feet padded across the brown carpet floor over to their dresser to pick out clothes for an interview later in the day. “I was ready and willing to be the helpful husband.”

“Were you?” she retorted.

“Yup.” He discarded the towel around his waist, displaying his chiseled frame for his wife to see just because he could. He dressed himself, putting on a plain black button-up shirt and dark jeans despite the interview being conducted via video conference. “I was. I’d consider myself a nice guy, doll. I’m very helpful when I’m needed.”

He finally carried himself over to her, who was sat on their shared bed with her back against the headboard. He leaned over her tauntingly. “You sure you don’t want help?” he mumbled, lips brushing hers in a way that intimidated her.

“No.” she huffed.

“Fine.” He gave a peck to her bottom lip, standing up straight and heading toward the door. “I’ll be in the dining room if you need me…until then, have fun.”

He winked at her before exiting the room.

**

Did she mention how much she hated when he was right?

There aren’t many times when he’s just right about things, but when he is…it makes her blood boil. It’s not just that he was right, it’s the gloating that follows.

It makes her want to make him sleep on the porch.

After his interview—which had to have gone well, from the sounds of his infectious laughter coming from downstairs—she sent him a reluctant text.

 To Chris:

Okay. Fine. You win. Can you come help me now? My hands hurt.

First, it was quiet. Then, there was a loud cackle that made her hands cramp more.

She heard his footsteps (along with Dodger’s, for obvious reasons) bound up the stairs. He let out a breath as he entered the room, holding back laughter. “You rang?”

She cut her eyes at him, but softened her eyes when Dodger jumped onto the bed next to her and rested his head on her thigh.

He moved her so that he could sit behind her, the bed sinking to accommodate his frame.  She sat in between his legs. “Show me what you were trying to do.” He motioned to her phone that was tossed to the side.

She showed him a set of box braids that, to him, looked a little different that what he was used to. “Here.”

He usually helped her with her hair when she wanted to do protective styles like this—either she gets sleepy and she asks him to finish; or her hands cramp; or she gets bored; or he gets bored…

Regardless of why, the fact of the matter is now he knows how to do her hair and she planned to use it to her advantage—without the gloating, preferably, but she can only ask so much of him.

“Why do they look different than the other ones?”

“They’re knotless.” She replied. “I saw them on Twitter and tried to do it.”

“And…?”

“It’s too hard.” She groaned, plopping her head behind her on her husband’s chest.

He sat her up and looked at her hair. “You didn’t get very far.” He noted. She’d completed about four braids before he went to his interview, and since then, she’d only done two more. “How about we do the rest the way we know how, okay? It’ll go by faster.” He kissed her temple.

“Ugh.” She gave up. “Fine.”

“I know that’s not what you want—”

“At all.”

“—but you’re tired and I know you’re not going to help me until the end, and I don’t know how to do them the knotless way.” She felt him shrug. “Or, you can just have these four and be done.”

She nudged his chest with her elbow, making him chuckle.

He started reluctantly, first taking the rat-tailed comb and creating a part in the back of her head that spanned from ear-to-ear in width. She reminded him gently as she turned on the television, “don’t forget the gel”; and he knew all about the gel, by the way. The gel that smelled like heaven but was sticky and hard and was oddly fluorescent in color, and he had to use it because, “it keeps things neat”.

If it were up to him, they wouldn’t use the gel at all. But it’s her hair and what she asked for, and all he wanted was to make her happy.

Taking a piece of synthetic hair from its wrapping and folding one strip over the other like she taught him, he pressed it to the square part of her hair, braiding it into her scalp.

She’ll admit, he’s gotten quite good at it.

She won’t tell him that, of course—his ego’s already the size of Jupiter. But she will say, it’s a lot cheaper to have the two of them tackle the apparent feat of doing her hair as opposed to having to pay someone to travel all the way to their home to do the same job. In her mind, she was much more willing to spend the $80 on buying the hair and supplies, than the $250 (plus a generous tip) to pay one of her friends to do it.

He got on a lot easier than she seemed to. He completed six braids by the time Belle’s father was taken into the Beast’s castle; he’d done another five by the time Belle and the Beast played in the snow.

They made some conversation as he braided, but it was mostly her reminding him not to braid too tight. “It’ll pull when it’s time for them to come out.”

“I know, I know.” He replied gently, tapping her on the shoulder to hand him the gel when he needed more to lubricate his fingers.

Thankfully, these ones were were relatively large in size. Where they would usually be doing this all day, he was closer to being done in four hours. By the time he got towards the top of her head, Beauty and the Beast was over and she—much to his dismay—put on Age of Ultron.

Let’s be clear: she only puts on Marvel movies to fawn over her husband (and his castmates)—she already watched all the movies before they were married and knew their respective plots.

“Do we have to?” He groaned. “I’d really appreciate it if we watched something else.”

“Why?” she groaned back, mocking him playfully, reaching behind her and pinching his thigh. “You look pretty in your outfit.”

“You’d think so, huh?”

She laughed, watching the man that swept her off her feet quite literally fly through the air, his red, white, and blue shield in tow. Her eyes darted to the same shield that sat framed in a case in the corner of the room.

(He planned to move it to its own display in the living room, but he hasn’t gotten around to it yet.)

As if he read her thoughts, he mumbled to himself, “I gotta move that shield downstairs.”

“You said you were going to do it last week,”

“I meant to,” he turned her head to the side so he could start a new braid above her ear. “but I got sidetracked with work—I had meetings all week last week, remember?”

She nodded slowly in understanding, her head beginning to ache on her neck from having to remain still for so long.

She sat up straighter when she felt him get closer to the front of her head. She held up a mirror to see where his most recent part stopped, then she parted her own hair in the same way, taking pieces of synthetic hair and starting on the very front.

“Now you want to help me?” he laughed. “I’m almost done.”

“I needed a break.” She shrugged.

“I think four hours is plenty of break time, don’t you?”

“It depends.”

After another hour-and-a-half of them braiding her hair and debating—some would call it “bickering”—about why he wouldn’t dress Dodger up as Captain America for Halloween this year, they were finished.

She sighed, the tightness in her scalp irritating, but soothing in the same.

Her husband got up from behind her. Going into their bathroom, he went in the cabinet and took out a vile of oil, small and made of glass with a dropper for a lid. It was a combination of oils—some he’d heard of, some he hadn’t—that she liked to put on her hair to maintain its sheen.

He also took the time to grab her hair mousse and satin scarf, two other things that didn’t have much meaning to him until he married her.

He sat back on the bed. Wordlessly filling up the dropper, he dripped the oil onto her scalp, making her jump at first. He made sure to coat all her partings. Then he pressed his fingertips to her scalp, rubbing in gently the product.

“You okay?” he mumbled in her ear as he massaged her.

She nodded with a hum; her eyes closed in relaxation.

If there was one thing they enjoyed doing together, it was her hair.

He didn’t quite know why either. He liked helping her, yes; he liked talking with her as they did this, of course—but what was it about these kinds of moments that made his heart flutter?

There was something about massaging her scalp that made him feel closer to her. It was almost more intimate than sex, in his mind (which was saying a lot).

After a while, he stopped. She wanted to turn her head and whine to him to continue, but then she felt it.

She felt the cold foam on top of her head. Shuddering, she asked, “What’s that?”

“Mousse.” He said simply. “I’ll rub it in and then tie you up.”

She giggled childishly, “You’re gonna tie me up?”

“Yeah.” He kissed her forehead. “But not like that. Not yet, at least.” He pinched her side, which was something he always managed to do to be playful no matter how full his hands were.

He ran the product all through her scalp and down the shafts of her braids, the irritation immediately relieved. When he finished, he tied her scarf over her hair, making sure it was secure but not too tight.

“There.”

She turned to him, resting her head on his shoulder softly and kissing his scruffy neck. “Thank you, baby.”

“You don’t have to thank me, honey. This is what I’m here for.”

That made her heart flutter.

They sat like that for a while—her resting against him, and his arms around her protectively, careful not to pull her newly-installed extensions that they—ahem, he—worked hard on.

“You still have to do your ends, doll.”

Ugh. She hated that part; she always ended up burning herself somehow.

“Yeah, I know,” she sat up and stood, stretching her tired muscles. Her shirt rose just a bit, her brown tummy on display.

He almost licked his lips in lust.

Almost. He was trying to behave.

“I’m gonna go boil some water.” She yawned, trudging out of the room and to the linen closet to get two towels—one to wrap around her shoulders, and another to dry the ends of her hair once she soaked them.

In the time it took for her to get downstairs and into the kitchen to set a pot of water on the stove to boil, he’d changed into his loungewear and followed behind her. He found her seated at the kitchen table, half asleep. He tried to be quiet, but he startled her awake.

“Sorry.” He said, sitting in the open seat next to her.

She yawned again, “It’s fine.”

He found it adorable that she always got so sleepy after they finished her hair. He didn’t know if it was because of her having to sit still for so long, or if it was the scalp massage he’d given her. He didn’t really care why, because that meant he’d have another excuse to cuddle up to her.

The water soon gurgled from the stove, its heat steaming the screen of the above microwave oven. She stood, wrapping a towel around her shoulders and going to the stove. He emerged behind her, deciding that he would do it for her (since she always ended up injured).

Holding the pot by its handle, he gently dipped the ends of her braids into the hot water, taking the other towel to wring the hair dry. He did this twice, making sure that all her hair had gotten submerged and wrung.

She held her breath, clutching tightly the towel around her shoulders. She trusted him, obviously, but she still was terrified.

It took him all of five minutes to finish. By then, her arms grew tired, so she was grateful. He dumped the hot water down the sink’s drain, setting the pot back on the stove to cool down before he washed it.

Meanwhile, removing the towel from her body, she continued to wring out excess water from her ends so that they didn’t drip when she made her way upstairs to clean up. “I’m gonna put these in the wash, okay?” she kissed her husband’s cheek.

“Alright, baby.”

She smiled, thankful to have this man in her life.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He replied, kissing her hair.

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[flowerbunny20]

Part 2 - 5 stages of Grief

Continuation from Part 1. Click the link below to read it!

WARNING: -Swearing, a little balance, payback. Genre: - moving on, angst, breakup

Summary: You went back to your apartment. Hoping to not run into Bucky, but instead, you were haunted with memories of you and him. You found a new item in the apartment that wasn’t yours nor his. You are getting over Bucky, but he was pleading for your forgiveness. There wasn't a funeral, but your feelings for Bucky are dead.

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You didn't know where to go. You are not stepping you're foot into your apartment, especially not the apartment. It used to be a place you called home. Now, you’re not so sure if you can enter a house that was filled to the brim with the lingering memories of you and him. You’re sitting on a park bench, unaware of the hours that flew by so quickly. Everything feels fuzzy, the background noises all tone down to a blur.

You feel so blank and lost. Like nothing makes sense. No place to call home anymore. No arms to hold you close.

You hear thunder. You feel the rain on your skin, and you can’t even tell the raindrops apart from your tears. “Life’s a tornado,” you laugh to yourself bitterly. “And I am the cow spun around for entertainment value.” You feel the pocket of your jeans vibrate; it’s coming from your phone. You had put on silent earlier in any case Bucky calls and his stupid ringtone would always make you feel alert.

Luckily, it was not your cheating ex. You answered the call.

“Hello?” The other end said the sound of heavy rain and thunder was loud, but you can still hear them.

“I..” you feel yourself unable to talk. Words feel heavy on your throat.

“y/n? Is that you? Where are you?” you hear Wanda’s familiar concerned voice. “You’ve been so quiet, I got worried”.

The only thing you did was sniffle and she knew exactly what happened.

“Okay, honey, I’m going to get you, just tell me where you are.” She sounds frantic and you hear her keys jingling in the background.

“The park,” you said.

“The park? Which park?” Wanda questioned, and you imagine the furrowed brows on her confused face. It was a nice distraction from the numbness. You hear Nat’s voice chime in the other end“ I know which park.”

You stayed silent. “We will see you there. Just stay safe, okay?” Wanda said with ease. Wanda didn’t end the call in her haste, so you could still hear the two of them bicker. “Grab the umbrella, it’s a storm outside” Wanda urged. “Knowing y/n, she probably sat there for hours. It’s better to bring a towel too. Let’s motor.” Nat replied.

Pathetic was the word that you would describe yourself now. How did you not see this coming? You knew something was up but you didn't expect that to happen especially in front of you, out in the open, where everyone saw you were humiliated.

The scene flashed before your eyes when you saw Bree being overly friendly with your now ex-boyfriend. You feel a sharp pain in your chest as your fingers curled into a fist. You put your legs up on the bench as you slowly lower your head to your knees. You feel your thoughts spiralling again. If someone were to open a dictionary and look up the word ‘overthinking’, there’d be a picture of you instead.

At times like this, when you get swarmed in your own darkness, Bucky would pull you in his arms, holding you close, whispering “It’s going to be okay, just relax, alright Doll?... I’m here… I’m not -”

But not anymore. Bucky made sure of that. You feel alone, the cold has settled in, it creeps into your skin, everything feels fogged up and-

Your train of thought stops when you hear someone calling out to you.

“Y/N! Y/N !” The muffled voice became clear, as you looked up and saw Wanda’s concerned face. She had cupped your face into the palm of her hands, trying to get you to snap out of it. As she sees your vision settled into her form, she smiles in relief. “Hey…”

You look up at her, with tears welling up. She immediately hugged you, Nat was there as well holding the umbrella over everyone. Nat wrapped a thick wool towel over your shivering body.

“Let’s go home okay?” Nat’s voice was soft. It feels pleasant. She has always shown tough love, but this time she was gentle, feeling every ounce of your pain. “Barnes is going to find himself frozen again the next time he wakes up,” she muttered under her breath.

They brought you back home and got you in warm clothes, wrapping you with blankets to go with the hot chocolate they made for you. They stayed with you, holding you in their arms, comforting you as much as you needed it.

You woke up the next day realising both of your besties are out already. But they prepared your favourite; waffles and chicken nuggets for breakfast with coffee to help you wake up. You haven’t had real food since yesterday. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee and waffles made you realise how hungry you actually are. You took a seat on the table and reached out for a nugget.

Today feels like it’s going to be a long day.

DENIAL

You let whatever happened yesterday sink in. You finally switched your phone on to see if you had any missions today but instead you were greeted with a bunch of missed calls from Bucky. You couldn’t help but clench your teeth, sucking in your breath lest the tears start falling again.

“No new mission yet,” you said and paused. “I’m guessing everyone knew” Without realising your fingers directed you to the old messages Bucky sent you. Rereading everything you guys had said, from when you started talking.

Searching and scanning for answers, every line, for some kind of sign when you were mine.

Your tears started to emerge as you can see how slowly he was disappearing. His “I love you’s” turned to “love u” and even those were only present on good days.

Every emoji he always used after every sentence wasn’t there anymore. Like how he would use the waffle emoji right at the end of “made you waffles!”. And each time you type goodnight whenever he is out on a mission, he would send you back a picture of him holding a polaroid photo of you in his arms before he closed his eyes. “I’m always with you, Doll. Goodnight. I love you (heart emoji, kissy emoji)” was the sentence that would come along.

After composing yourself you texted in BAD BISHES, a group with you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m going to the apartment to get my stuff, is it okay if I crash here until I find a new place?”

“Sure Honey” Wanda replied

“You want us to follow you?” Nat said

“No, it’s fine, I can go myself” you replied

“You sure, Hun?” Wanda ask

“Yeah, I can take care of myself.”

“If anything happens, call us okay? I’ll gladly beat the shit out of Barnes” Nat replied. She rarely uses emojis, but this time she sent the smiling devil emoji. You can see she was trying to come out of her comfort zone just to cheer you up. That thought made you smile a little.

“I will” you chuckled at her response, you closed your phone and went back to your apartment.

You stood in front of the door, hesitant to open it. You really don't want to run into Bucky. “Fuck it,” you said underneath your breath. You open the door to find the whole apartment just the way you left it, but a few empty bottles of beer on the table. His shoes were not there, you sighed as you stood in the hallway.

You find yourself seeing the memories that you had with Bucky flashing before your eyes. An old crack on the wall that was left by Bucky when you guys first moved in together as a couple. The stupid ring mark on the table when you guys had iced coffee and he forgot to put the coaster on the bottom. You guys had a playful fight over that. You smile bitterly.

Finally, the bedroom, the place you had lain with Bucky’s arms around you. You went to the closet and started packing the rest of your things. More memories of you and him flooded in, it wasn’t your fault, you’re sentimental. But what kind of new memories is he creating with her.

Every piece of clothing, everything that you had was marked with memories of him.

The influence he had on your life was great. You remember the clothes he’s given to you as presents. The decisions you’d make before buying a new outfit. “Would he like this”, “Would he think I look cute in it?”, “Would this match with his shirt?”

How a fool you were.

When you saw his clothes, you also smelled the scent of very strong perfume. Clearly, it wasn’t yours. You cleaned out your items and went to the toilet to grab your toiletries. You weren’t about to let that woman use your expensive shampoo and the face cream Shuri gifted you from Wakanda.

You paused and saw a new toothbrush by the sink. A stupid red toothbrush next to yours which was pink and his that was black.

She was here.

Your eyes widened. She was here at OUR PLACE?

ANGER

You felt your body boil and every inch of you started to burn. You then heard the apartment door closed, signalling that it was time for you to leave. Furious from betrayal, you took that stupid red toothbrush and flushed it. Who cares if the toilet is clogged? That’s Bucky’s problem now. Not yours.

Bucky heard the toilet flushed and called out.

“Y/n? Is that you? ” he asked right when you exited the bedroom with your stuff in hand.

Your hand clenched into a fist; anger was written all over your face. He was lucky your hands were full at the current moment. He had escaped a beatdown of his lifetime.

“Doll, listen” Bucky pleaded. “She was just a friend. I promise”

You chuckled bitterly. “You expect me to believe that James?”

“James? Doll, you always call me Bucky.”

You sneered, “You're not Bucky to me anymore. You’re just James, James Barnes”

James stood there, brows furrowed in confusion, you continued “ The Bucky that I knew, would never hurt me like this.” Once those words left your mouth you felt a lump in your throat, you can see his blue eyes darken as if you had managed to strike a chord. HAH! If only he knew how much he hurt you.

Oh, how he had offered you a safe haven and cruelly shattered it.

You decide that you don’t want to bother sparing him the details. It’s not worth it. You held the few items you managed to grab in your bag and walked past him, trying to leave while doing your best to not break character. Before reaching the door, you felt cold metal on your arm. James was trying to pull you back.

“Y/n….” he said looking desperate. “Please… I’m sorry…”

“You know what Nat said when I started liking you? ‘Be careful with this one. I should’ve listened” you said swallowing the lump in your throat.

But you and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenceless, you build palaces over paragraphs, you build cathedrals.

“But…” you begin, choked. Everything feels so heavy and hard but this thing inside you is just begging to crawl out. “When you called me your ‘Doll’,” you almost spat at the word now. “I really thought I meant the world to you just as how much you were to me.”

James stood there, silent.

You can’t even look this man you loved in the eyes now. But you thought to yourself that you must be brave. Your heart starts to race not losing eye contact with James. You pushed his hands off you simultaneously, pushing him away as well. You see James’ furrowed brows as he realises how he has hurt you.

“I thought you would at least be considerate of me. Why did you bring her here? Why replace my spot on the bed with her?” You didn’t intend the last part to sounded so malice, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Doll…” he pathetically called out. “You don’t understand she-”

“If she was such a friend, why was her toothbrush here?” you said coldly.

His eyes widened, only to confirm that he had had her over.

“How long…” you said hesitantly “How long has she been here?”

Once again, he kept to himself. The room was silent and tense.

BARGAINING

“If you were to walk in my shoes, would you forgive me?” you said.

“YES!” he exclaimed. “Yes Doll, I’ll always forgive you” he pleaded.

“What if the person I cheated on you with, was someone I told you not to worry about a long time ago.” you raised your eyebrows waiting to see his reaction. “You know the person I’m talking about. We went way back, what was it? High School?”

You knew he had bad blood with this person, but James also knew he was your best friend first before you two were together. You had always had a connection with this person, you both were smart, he was a narcissist, but you can understand him even before he finishes his sentence.

“Ah.. I remember… What was the quote he used to say to present himself without the suit?” you look James in his eyes “A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” you smirked, you’re delighted to see James’ hand curling up into a fist.

“Exactly…” you said, staring into his eyes. “You would find it hard to forgive me, wouldn’t you?”

He took a while to respond. “I will still forgive you,” he said sternly.

“So what? Are you going to be okay with the fact that I fucked him behind your back?” you said as you took a step to him “Would you be okay that I disrespected your trust and made a fool out of you?”

He shook his head. “No... no.. stop it”

“Laughing behind your back with Stark as we get hot and heavy-” you were cut off by James placing his vibranium arm on your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry! Okay! I was wrong!” he shouted looking at you. You can see him desperately seeking forgiveness.

You could not see anything, other than betrayal spread all over his face.

“I would have forgiven you; you know that…” you graze his face with your fingers. He felt the warmth of your finger tingling his skin, his blue eyes searching for a sign of whether you were going to forgive him.

“But you… you flaunt her around like a prize you just won.” you said, “everyone knew what was going on, how easily you were cheating on me out in the open.” you laughed bitterly.

“How could you?... I loved you…” you said, feeling your tears emerging. “I’m erasing myself from the narratives. Let everyone wonder how y/n reacted when you broke her heart.”

I’m burning the memories, burning the letters.

“You’re distrustful, Barnes” You give him a soft gaze as you placed a hand on his vibranium arm. He looks hopeful, for once. “Why did I ever fall for this stupid pretty face of yours” you scoff.

You forfeit all rights to my heart; you forfeit a place in our bed. You sleep wherever instead, with only the memories of when you were mine.

You swiftly pressed a few buttons on the vibranium arm, smirking when you hear a few clicking sounds, and catching it before it falls on the floor. “I’m walking away from your life. I took all my stuff so you don’t have to remember me anymore. Even this” you wave the metal arm about. “Especially this”.

James looks at you in disbelief.

I hope that you burn.

There were tears on your face, but you didn’t care. Let James Buchanan Barnes see you for the last time like this. How much he has hurt you. “Have fun unclogging the toilet, that’s your problem now. Not mine. Maybe Bree can help.” You spat venomously.

You really feel like laughing amidst these tears now.

You left James dumbfounded on his doorsteps as you slam the door shut loudly in his face.

DEPRESSION

Walking back home you felt more tears streaming down your cheeks. Pain, anger, loneliness, helplessness, everything you felt swarming around you. You wish you could wake up from this reality, but you can’t because it was all real.

The vibranium arm you're holding, you could have lied if you said you haven't tried to hold the hand. Usually, at this point, he would draw a little circle with his fingers around your hand. You got back to Wanda’s apartment and sat there staring at the vibranium arm.

You stared at it. “It’s really over. Huh?”

You heard the door open, Wanda and Nat were back, they walked into the living room and paused. You put it away immediately when they got home.

“Hey hun, where’s your stuff? I thought you went back to go get it.” Wanda asks

You sighed “I already put some away. I gave away some on the way back. They weren’t worth keeping.”

“Was that bitch there?” Nat sounded like she was ready to pounce.

“No… But her toothbrush was” you pouted. “And the apartment just stank of her perfume.”

“It’s okay honey. You’ll get through it” Wanda held you in her arms. The warmth felt nice to the coldness you felt these couple of days.

“I don’t know about you girls… but since I gave some of my stuff away, I could do for some retail therapy.” you are not one to dwell in your feelings. So you know when it’s time to get moving.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, let’s motor” Nat smirked, jingling her keys.

ACCEPTANCE

You’re now at a new café Natasha suggested. You would have wanted to go to your favourite one, but there was a risk of running into Barnes again. It was after all, near your old apartment.

“Well, I did flush her toothbrush down the toilet. Quite sure it's clogged and the toilet is all gross now.” You grinned mischievously.

“WOW!” Nat exclaimed. “And so he has to deal with it with only one arm since you took the vibranium one?”

“Mmhmm,” you said with a smile.

“You’re evil…” Nat grinned. “I like that.”

“What are you going to do with that arm?” Wanda asked. You mulled it over for a while, fiddling with the red velvet cake on your plate, tracing patterns on the cream cheese frosting. This café wasn’t so bad if Nat likes it.

“I’m pretty sure the arm could find me the new things that I need.” You manage to say through a mouthful of cake.

“And how are you going to do that?” Wanda asked, giggling. She tries stealing some of the cake on your plate. Sneaky Sokovian, this one. She is Pietro’s sister, after all.

“Wanda darling, I made the arm! I’m pretty sure I can dismantle it and do something with it” you laugh as you sip your iced caramel macchiato. “Enough about James, so how about we go out and have some drinks tonight?”

“It’s James now, huh” Nat raised a delicate brow. “You’re moving fast, girl.”

“I have to.” You shrug.

After leaving the café, the three of you went shopping, trying on different clothes and experimenting with new styles you never thought of. You’re no longer Bucky’s ‘doll’. You are your own person and learning new things would be fun.

Later that night, it was Wanda’s turn to pick a place. Instead of the usual club, she chose a lounge bar. Wanda has always been quite the introvert, this place suited her. It felt classy, it felt secluded and new. Even the drinks were good. You even ordered nachos to share.

You would be lying if you said the thought of him didn’t cross your mind during the shopping trip and this lounge. But you have to forget. You didn’t walk out of his life, he subtly told you to do so.

It broke your heart, but you have to get up and pick up the pieces yourself. You just need a few months.

-To Be Continued- Hope you guys like it! More coming soon! Thank you for reading✨✨✨

Editing Credit goes to @hoejiicha she helped brought this writing to life.

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Kunfusion

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“She only wanted to buy milk”

a/n: This post is a mess lmao. Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

Bee stopped on her tracks as she turned around the corner to get to the dorm. In front of the building stood approximately eight teenagers and adults, all shamelessly carrying cameras and watching the entrance of the building with hawkeyes.

The girl felt her stomach drop a little as she realized she couldn’t go back to the dorms, even though it was only seven in the morning and all she had done was leave to the grocery store because they were out of milk. 

She could pray no one would notice her underneath the big yellow hoodie and walk towards the building, but she decided it wouldn’t be very smart of her part to do so. Fixing the black mask on her face she turned around and started walking the way she had just come from. 

“Where can I go? Where can I go?” She mumbled nervously to herself while walking towards the park since she thought it was a safer place for her to stay at. The whole breach of privacy always made her anxiety levels through the roof and was a huge pain to deal with.

There was this whole uncertainty that every encounter brought since there were the ones who had an obsessive amount of “love” for the girl, while the majority of them absolutely despised her for being on NCT. 

Remembering about Chenle, she decided to call him and see if she could go stay in his house until they had to go to the day’s schedule.

“Hey, are you home?” She said as he picked up.

“No, I’m at the WayV dorm, why?”

“At seven o clock?” She frowned even though he couldn’t see her.

“Yeah, why? Do you need to borrow something? I can ask my mom to drop it off for you” His voice was a little muffled and she could hear someone asking him who he was talking to.

“No, it’s just those weirdos are blocking the building entrance again and I can’t go back inside, so I was going to ask you if I could stay with you”

“Come here then,” He said and she could hear some moving around “I’m looking out of the window and the coast seems to be clear. I’ll go down with Kun Ge so we can wait for you at the entrance in case someone shows up”

Chenle hangs up without an answer, making Bee let out a sigh before walking towards the WayV dorm. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to pass anywhere close to the building she lived in to get there.

Going around the corner to the building, she could see Kun and Chenle standing in front of the glass doors and she did a final sprint to where they were.

“What are you doing at this time by yourself on the street?” Kun said urging her inside and tidying up her bangs from the little run she had done.

“We were out of milk” She held up the grocery bag a smile, making his annoyed face soften a little. “Thanks for letting me stay here”

“It’s okay dummy” Chenle smirked as if he actually lived there, which by the way, the girl was still confused about.

“What are you doing here again?” She tilted her head to the side and the boy shrugged as the elevator went up.

“None of your business,” He said waiting for the doors to open, and walking out of the metal box instantly. Looking at Kun for him to explain to her, he just placed an arm around her shoulders and escorted her towards the apartment.

“Don’t look at me, he just showed up here without saying anything”

Walking inside, Chele let his body drop on the couch as she walked inside bidding good morning to the members in the kitchen.

“How did you know we were out of milk?” Ten said after giving her a hug and taking the bag from her arm. Bee thought about telling him the truth, but she doubted she would go back to the Dream dorm anytime soon, so she just rolled with it and moved on to talk to WinWin.

Giving the sleepy boy a high five, she sat on the counter next to him as Kun placed a cereal bowl, made with the milk she had bought, in front of her.

“Where are the pets?” She said after chewing a little bit of food and as if on cue Louis, one of the cats, jumped on the counter, moving towards her sprawled out arm and placing its head under it for her to pat him.

“You asked if you could stay with me but you’re not giving me any attention!” Chenle whinned from the couch making the girl roll her eyes.

“I didn’t have time to eat this morning, do you really want me to starve?” she resumed eating her bowl and the boy got up from where he was laying and sat on her other side.

Finishing his meal, Sicheng picked up his dishes leaving them in the sink and going to his room after giving Chenle a fist bump.

Looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them, to which the answer was no because Kun was doing the dishes and Ten had also gone back to his room, Chenle put a hand on the girl’s shoulder and she looks over at him, cheeks full of cereal.

“I had a fight with Jisung,” he said and Bee frowned, cheeks still full with cereal and milk “That’s why I came here, I was heading to the dorms but we fought and I think he’s pissed at me, so I texted Kun and asked if I could pay him a visit”

“Were you the one who started the fight?” she asked in a hushed tone, and when the older boy turned around from the sink she looked back to her bowl like they weren’t talking. 

“I’m going to get ready real quick,” He said to them “I would tell you to make yourselves at home, but I think you already are”

Chenle waited for him to disappear in the hallway telling her the whole story. 

“We were talking on the phone and I was teasing him about the mistake he made yesterday on music bank, so he started telling me to stop, but I thought he was just being Jisung so I kept going anyways, that’s when he exploded at me saying I was a bad friend and I shouldn’t rub things on his face”

“Oh, but you know how Jisung gets picky about his performance and stuff, you should have seen him sulking about saying the wrong line in front of 127” Bee reflected as Chenle listened attentively at her. 

She knew it wasn’t a big deal since the two best friends bickered all the time, and it probably blew out of proportion because Jisung was sensitive over the topic. Still, she knew that Chenle needed to understand that in order for them to go back to normal, he needed to be more attentive over the other’s feelings.

“I think you should apologize” She told him, getting up and washing her bowl “And maybe be there for him more, I get you guys are very playful with each other, but being more verbally supportive might make your bond stronger”

“Okay, I suck at it, but I’ll try” she heard him talking from the same spot he was in “Thanks for hearing me. Who would have thought you would actually be good at giving advice”

“I’m not good usually. But I guess I can relate with Jisung when it comes to things like this” She said turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wipe her hands.

The kitchen was uncaracteristcly quiet, so when Bee turned around to see if Chenle was still there, Lucas, who had just walked inside the kitchen, grabbed her by the shoulders and screamed in her ear.

“HOLY BISCUITS LUCAS, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” The girl screamed hitting in the shoulder while he hugged her. His and Chenle’s laughs filling her ears as Bee tried to calm down her heartbeat from the scare.

Out of a sudden, YangYang came running from the hallway with a slipper in hands and stood there confused at the commotion. “What happened? Did we get robbed?”

“Nah, she’s just overreacted” Lucas said still laughing, but Bee didn’t know if it was because of her or because of the newcome.

“Oh, okay,” Yangyang said dropping his arm and staring at the three of them. “Why are you two here?”

“Long story” Bee and Chenle said simultaneously and he shrugged, sitting on the counter and asking for Lucas to make him a bowl of cereal, slippers still in hand. 

[rocorambles]

Maybe Everything Will Be Okay (Part 1)

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: You are the ex-manager of Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team and Oikawa’s ex-girlfriend and now you’re about to get together with the 3rd years for the first time in 10 years. Will everything be okay? 

Part 2, Part 3

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. The mantra cycles in your head, but it’s hard to fight down the rising anxiety in your chest as you stand in front of the entrance to the Aoba Johsai volleyball court. The place that once was a source of so many joyful memories is now the reason for the tremble in your steps as you approach the doorway. 

10 years. An entire decade. That’s how long it’s been since you were in this very gym encouraging the reserved first years...a mental image of a turnip and an apathetic face makes you chuckle. That’s how long it’s been since you were on the sideline, distributing water bottles and towels as you cheered on a team of exhausted boys decked in turquoise and white. That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen him. 

At the thought of him, all warmth you felt from the fond memories vanishes and you grimace. Maybe I should just turn around and leave...Your rambling thoughts are cut off by a gruff voice. 

“Y/N! What are you doing just standing outside? Come in and say hi” 

Sharp green eyes look at you expectantly. Iwaizumi looks good. He’s always been muscular, but time has done him even more of a favor and he’s broader than you remember. However, what really gives you the confidence to enter the gym is the kindness and affection in his gaze and you both smile as you rush to embrace him. When you part, he playfully grabs you in a headlock and lightly musses up your hair. 

“I know you’re a big shot career woman in Tokyo now, but you really couldn’t come back and visit even once since graduation?” You awkwardly chuckle. “You know I didn’t leave here on the greatest terms. I just needed some time to live and grow on my own.”

Iwaizumi nods in understanding as he releases his hold on you. “I get it, but you do know that nothing’s changed between Maki, Mattsun, me, and you, right? You’ll always be just as much of our friend as Shittykawa is.” The mention of his nickname makes you flinch and Iwaizumi pats you on the back. “He’s not here yet, so come and catch up with the rest of us old-timers.” And with that, he’s pulling you over to the bleachers where Maki and Mattsun are loudly laughing and chattering away. 

The next 15 minutes are a pleasant blur as the three boys interrogate you about what you’ve been up to and how you’ve been and you do the same to the three of them. Before you know it, pleasantries turn into playful bantering which turns into raucous laughter and now you guys are an undignified mess of idiotic insults and belly clutching laughter and it feels like you’re all 3rd years in high school again as opposed to a group of adults in their late 20s. But everything comes to a screeching halt when you hear the sound of the gym door opening. You already know who’s there, but it doesn’t stop your heart from sinking as you slowly turn your head and see the handsome brunette standing in the doorway. “Yoohoo!”

Iwaizumi is instantly up and baring his fangs as Oikawa saunters closer to all of you. 

“Oi, why are you so late, Shittykawa?” 

“Iwa-chan, so mean! Don’t you know it’s fashionable to be a little late? I guess you wouldn’t know though since there isn’t a fashionable bone in your gorilla body.” 

“That’s rich coming from the plaid short wearing dork.”

Their bickering continues as Maki, Mattsun, and you watch on. Mattsun snickers. “It’s just like old times.” Maki laughs before softly placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Today’s reunion will be okay. I promise. I’m glad you came.” You feel better when you see his reassuring smile and give a tense smile in return, but your hackles raise right back up when you turn around and see that Oikawa is now standing right in front of you three. You’re given a few more minutes to yourself when Maki and Mattsun try to bully him into buying their ramen since he made you all wait, but soon enough you feel a body sitting far too close on the bleachers next to you. 

You look up and meet chocolate brown eyes intensely staring at you. “Y/n, it’s been a while.” You hate yourself for the way your stomach churns and your heart flutters. He’s still so handsome...no, he’s even more handsome now. What used to be a slightly childish face has now morphed into the chiseled face of an adult pro-athlete and there’s a depth to his stare that didn’t used to be there. “Oikawa…” 

He scoffs in annoyance. “What happened to Tooru?” Rage ignites within you at those words. “You lost all rights to a first name basis when you decided to put me and our relationship on the back burner.” A flash of irritation sparks in Oikawa’s eyes and he looks like he’s about to open his mouth and retort, when all of a sudden the tension in his shoulders drop and he lets out a sigh instead. “Look, I was selfish back then. I’ll admit it. But I do want to talk privately after we all hang out tonight. We didn’t end things on a good note and I just need some closure.” He trails off and looks at the ground as you stare at him in bewilderment. 

Is this really the same boy you used to date? The same boy who flirted with hoards of fangirls? The same boy who fearlessly led his team on the court? You’ve never heard him admit he was wrong about anything and you’ve definitely never seen the vulnerability that’s seeping from his sloped shoulders and downcast face. Looking at him brings back memories, both good and bad. You reminisce on the feel of his calloused hands entwined with yours, the weight of his head in your lap as you run your hand through his sweaty locks after an intense practice, and the pressure of his lips as he hungrily kisses you after an exhilarating match. But you also remember the heated arguments only stoked by both your stubbornness, you remember the nights you cried yourself to sleep, and you remember the cutting insecurity as you watched him flirt with pretty cheerleaders.

Silence settles between the two of you as you quietly mull his request in your head, but soon enough you are turning to face him. “Ok, let’s talk afterwards.” Ten years is a long time and if you’re being honest with yourself, you also want some closure. The last time you saw each other ended with both of you screaming at each other and coldly agreeing to part ways as you both stormed away. Days passed and a small part of you waited, hoping to see at least a text message or any semblance of an attempt to at least try and end things on a calmer note. But that sign never came and you were too stubborn to do it yourself. Little did you know that a certain brunette had also been stubbornly waiting, sitting on his bed with his legs curled to his chest and his chin tucked over his knees, scowling at the phone charging on his nightstand every night. You both waited and waited, but then summer ended and both of you left for your respective universities. 

Oikawa’s head shoots up at the sound of your voice and he stares wide-eyed at you for a brief second before a grin stretches across his face. And then he is leaping out of the bleachers and running over to sling his arms around Maki and Mattsun, ushering you all out of the gymnasium as you make your way to your old favorite ramen shop. Iwaizumi trails behind them as he falls in line with you. “Is everything okay? Shittykawa wasn’t being an asshole was he? If he was, I’ll beat him up for you.” You chuckle as you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “I can defend myself even if I’m not built like the Hulk like you are.” This elicits a flurry of lighthearted jabs and mock fighting between the two of you as you continue on your way. Maybe, just maybe, everything really was going to be okay.  

[charmmycolour]

Answer questions about Dakavendish pls UwU

YES! I love any excuse to talk about my dorks!

1. Who kissed the other first?

Cavendish.

I know, I know, but hear me out! Let me put a short and a long answer because the long one is long.

Short answer: Cavendish kisses Dakota for the first time without realizing, because he’s simply too excited and not thinking properly. And we know how touchy he gets when he’s excited.

Long answer (you can skip): It’s a personal headcanon that in the future Cavendish alone will get a better job at PIG, and at Dakota insistence he will accept. There’s a ton more to that hc, but basically at some point Cav would be in danger and, in his usual fashion, Dakota would rush to save him. But because they are trying to blackmail PIG and Cav is now important, they kidnap Dakota.

Cavendish tries to convince PIG to send a team to save Dakota, but Bob is all “he’s just the janitor, we can’t waste resorces on a rescue mission for him. Don’t worry about it!” and Cav is FURIOUS, but can’t really do anything about it and he’s too scared to go on a rescue mission on his own. This is too dangerous and he’s clumsy and insecure.

So Cavendish is mopping alone, not knowing what to do. At some point, Milo, Melissa and Zack find him and unaware of the situation just ask where is Dakota. And Cav is like, I can’t tell them the true! They would want to help and get worried, and I can’t involve three innocent children on this. So he lies and tells them everything is fine and Dakota is doing his own thing somewhere else.

But since the topic is there, Milo mentions Dakota is a cool guy and the rest agree. Cavendish, still on his "everything is fine" act tries to act like usual pointing Dakota's flaws "you won't say that if you had to work with him, he's messy, irresponsible, impulsive, always hungry, has no sense of fashion..."

But then he starts to trail off "and he gets excited with the smallest of things, can you imagine? I guess that's quite admirable on it's own way, but... I mean, I don't hate him, Dakota can be pretty helpful sometimes. He knows how to act under pressure, can talk his way out of situations, made our job a lot less boring, and to be honest, he's quite funny, even with that odd sense of humor; and he's the most loyal person I have ever know, he's kind and  witty and selfless and..."

He ends listing all kind of virtues and the kids look at each other and Melissa goes: "Wow, someone likes-likes Dakota, uh?". And Cavendish is just "What? No! I don't... I would never... Dakota is not..." then he suddenly is hit by the realization and just stares in the void, eyes wide. And Melissa of course would tell Zack "I told ya" and he would give her five dolars, because they absolutely have a bet going about this.

The kids will leave saying "Tell Dakota we said hi!" and after a few more moments of existential crisis, Cav would change to absolute determined and will go "I will" and decide to save Dakota on his own. And he goes and is BADASS CAVENDISH rescue mission.

And THEN, when he finally gets to Dakota, and sees him, and screams his name and hugs him, he kisses Dakota out of pure joy, and then smiles at him and says “Milo and his friends said hi”.

END OF LONG ANSWER

2. What was their first fight about?

We know it was about using the training car to get burritos hehe

3. Who sleeps in the couch more often?

Once they had a proper bed? Absolutely Dakota. Cavendish gets super huffy and Dakota would rather use the couch that listen to his complains (also Dakota probably don’t have problems sleeping everywhere, not because of the place at least.)

4. Who drinks coffee and who drinks tea?

Easy one! Cavendish drinks tea, Dakota drinks coffee.

Although I will say Cav secretly puts a lot more sugar on his tea that the average person would find acceptable, and despite his sweet tooth in other deparments, Dakota likes his coffe very bitter to keep him awake.

5. Who goes grocery shopping more often?

Dakota. Cavendish had been so sheltered all his life that he’s blissfully unaware on how much money food cost, or what is truly needed in a house. If you let him go shooping, he ends getting too much, and half of it totally unnecessary.

On the other hand, years and years of poverty had made Dakota an expert of how to buy cheap. However he also buys a lot of unhealthy food, but fortunately Cav is improving that part.

6. Who brings breakfast in bed?

Dakota does so often, the thing is that his concept of “breakfast on bed” consist mostly of a cup of tea and whatever sparse pastry was around at the moment.

Cavendish only does so on rare ocassion, but when it happens, he gets flowers, the most fancy breakfast he’s able to prepare and a a sweet note, if not some small detail. He takes the gesture very seriously.

7. Who sleeps first?

Cavendish. He enjoys routine, wakes up at 6:30am every day and it’s in bed at 9:30pm. By 10 he’s sleeping.

8. Who watches the other sleeping?

Dakota has bad sleeping habits, but it’s mostly due to night terrors and nightmares. He often watches Cavendish sleep, just happy he’s there, and he’s alive.

He also enjoys watching him mumble on his dreams, except when it’s about Hildegard or any of the other previour crushes of Cavendish, which Dakota hates. Not as much because the jealousy but at the fact Cav always gets rejected and hurt on these dreams.

9. Who met the parents in law first?

Assuming they ever get to see their families again, Dakota would be the one meeting Cavendish parents for sure. In fact, I’m not even sure Dakota wants to ever introduce Cavendish to his abusive mother and probably absent father, if father at all.

10. Who does the laundry?

Sunday is laundry day (Dakota doesn’t wear much on Sundays!), and the shorter man is the one that takes care of it. Putting clothes on a washing machine it’s easy, so he jumped at claiming the task inmediatly.

Plus he can pretend there’s no clean clothes he can wear for the day...

11. Who washes the dishes?

Cavendish, altough Dakota had to teach him because he hadn’t washed a dish before in his life prior to his job at BoTT.

12. Who clean up the house?

Cavendish. Again, he needed some help, but now he knows how to keep the space clean and tidy, he WILL keep the space clean and tidy. Dakota really don’t care much for order, but Cav can’t live without it.

13. Who washes the car?

You can bet Dakota not only washes the car, but absolutely does a lewd spectacle of it. There’s always more water and soap over him that over the vehicle.

14. Who brings take outs?

Both of them take turns, as take out is one of their favorite things. Sometimes Dakota just appear with them without warning, though.

15. Who calls the other to ask if they want something from the street?

Dakota is always too loud “Hey Cav, Cav, what do you want?? I take a large or an extra large?? What’s better? Cav, Cav, CAV!”

Cavendish often wants to sink on the ground out of embarrassment.

16. Who’s more likely to make plans?

Count on Dakota making plans on the spot and making most of the day. Cavendish has problems with changes, but still obliges because, well, it’s Dakota.

17. Who dreams about a big wedding?

Cavendish always had imagined his wedding as the most big, fancy, white party in the world.

Dakota was unexpected on that plan, of course. Wearing white around him can’t end well, Cavendish knows it. But somehow... he doesn’t care as much about the wedding anymore.

Dakota didn’t even want to get married, but now the idea looks a lot more appealing, if only to have the change to carry Cav around on his arms.

18. Who breaks the cups?

Cavendish, actually, all the time. Too clumsy for this world.

19. Who holds the umbrella?

When raining starts, Dakota usually silently puts the umbrella over Cavendish, which more often than not doesn’t even realize it’s raining and what Dakota is doing for several minutes. Dakota ends wet a lot, but he don’t care. When Cav finally realizes, though, he makes sure to put both of them under it and hold the umbrella, since he’s a lot taller. Dakota is thankful because his arm was starting to hurt.

20. Who takes the other to the dance floor?

Cavendish is a good dancer, but he absolutely never dances on his own volition. Dakota drags him to dance every time, and every time, Cavendish ends enjoying it.

21. Who does the big romantic gestures?

I think sacrificing yourself hundreds of times to save the other’s life counts as a big romantic gesture, so Dakota.

Cav tries his best, but is misfortune doesn’t help. Not that Dakota cares.

22. Who’s more likely to serenade?

Dakota. Not only has he the better singing voice, but he can make songs in the spot. Plus he likes to fluster Cavendish serenading him in public.

23. Who forgets the wet towel in bed?

You can bet Dakota does and you can bet Cavendish nags him for it.

24. Who don’t pick up things when they fell?

Dakota. What’s another thing in the floor?

25. Who keeps losing the keys?

Cavendish is CONSTANTLY missing everything. He don’t even understand why, his order is impeccable! Meanwhile Dakota, that thrives on his own messes, can locate any item in seconds.

26. Who sings the rap part?

The idea of Cavendish trying to rap anything is making me laugh too hard, so Dakota.

27. Who pretends to be sad just so the other will cheer they up?

Dakota is always cheering Cavendish up, although Cav is genuinely sad. It’s possible that he gets more pouty than necesary just to get Dakota’s attention, though.

28. Who wakes up ready for a maraton?

Cavendish does exercise every morning. Dakota hated it, until he discovered Cav wears a really ridiculous and tight 80 workout aerobic outfit for it. Since then, he wakes up early too only to watch Cavendish doing exercise in front of the TV.

29. Who buys them tickets for shows?

Cavendish. He insist they need to do more cultural things. Half of the time they end leaving at the middle and going to some childish activity instead, though.

30. Who choose the movie?

Oh, they are always bickering about who is choosing the movie and who has better taste. True is, both have terrible taste.

31. Who says ‘I love you’ more often?

After the first time (that took more than ten years!), Dakota finally feels free to say I love you, and will absolutely use it. Dakota reminds Cav he loves him several times a day for the tiniest of things.

Cavendish is more reserved, if only because he still gets flustered with the idea. He likes his words to hold a sense of uniqueness, and so he limits his love words to the most intimate or romantic moments.

32. Who keeps waving at people after they got engaged?

Half the city knows all the details about Dakota’s ring, because he can’t stop himself from bragging about Cavendish to everyone.

33. Who uses the most ridiculous nicknames for the other?

Cavendish is not a fan of pet names and only uses Dakota, and sometimes Vinnie or at most dear. Dakota don’t extend the courtesy to him.

Dakota calls Cavendish every pet name under the sun. Babe, handsome, amore, casanova, cutie, cupcake, muffin, sugar plum, sweetie, tesoro mio... even mister hot stuff or sexy pants.

Cavendish hates it.

He tried to make ridiculous names for Dakota, but Dakota loves every one of them. So now Cav calls him teddy bear.

34. Who’s responsible for date nights?

Date nights, as an event, is mostly Cav’s job. He organizes wonderful dates, but gets frustrated quickly if anything goes wrong, so Dakota spontaneous nature it’s a blessing.

35. Who wakes up one day and decides to stay in bed?

That’s Dakota 90% of mornings.

And 85% of the time, Cav doesn’t let him.

Sometimes, though... a few extra cuddles can’t hurt anyone.

[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 11: Archduke Silly Bot

I built a new Mess Hall and Accessory Shop, but before I could play with them, my castle was attacked! By spooky ghost men from the Astral Plane I mean, I summoned them, but still, the castle is in danger. Fifteen enemies showed up to try and seize the fort. Lilith was supposed to help me fight, but just stayed in her pond and did nothing. Dumb fish.

The invaders were tough, but focused more on smashing stuff than killing my Units. Unfortunately, there was a casualty. Kenshi, our valiant POW who we force to serve as cannon fodder, was slain in battle. I mean, not really, because I’m playing Casual mode. Still, I renamed the castle Fort Kenshi in his honor.

The invasion gave me the points needed to build two new structures: the Rod Shop and the Smithy. The Mess Hall can be used to slightly boost unit stats for one battle. The Rod Shop can be used to buy various consumable items. Smithy can be used to reforge Weapons; for instance, I gave Kenshi a new bronze club called Kenshi’s Whacker. The Accessory shop can be used to buy and equip fun accessories, like the bath towel that is all Kenshi is allowed to wear.

Support: Jakob/Mozu

C: Jakob finds Mozu crying, because she had a nightmare about the death of her family, and comforts her.

B: Jakob tells Mozu that she is fortunate to have had something to lose; he explains his abusive childhood that ended with him being sold into servitude of the royal family and tells Mozu to hold onto her memories of her village.

A: Mozu begins training so she can be strong enough to protect everyone and thanks Jakob for looking out for her.

S: Jakob proposes to Mozu, asking her to help him create memories worth cherishing.

Review: This one was short, but good. It could have very easily just been a throwaway conversation about Jakob’s fanciness contrasting Mozu’s lack of sophistication. Instead, it was a genuinely touching conversation that expanded both characters and made me love Jakob even more.

Support: Orochi/Saizo

C: Orochi tells Saizo to stop being mean, because it’s ruining his reputation with the ladies, and threatens to take matters into her own hands.

B: Orochi reveals that when they first met, when Saizo was a child and she was...whatever age she was, she predicted misfortune in his future, which scared Saizo so much he wet his pants. She then reveals that she’s told everyone. Saizo runs away to salvage his reputation.

A: Saizo comes back, furious. Apparently, Orochi lied about telling everyone and Saizo, in his attempts to explain that he only peed his pants because he was a child, ended up spreading the story for her.

S: Saizo has turned over a new leaf and is trying to be nicer thanks to Orochi’s mind games. Orochi confesses that, when she fortolled misfortune in Saizo’s future, she must have actually been talking about his father. Because, as we all know, Saizo has not suffered any misfortune in his life. Also they get married.

Review: This one was decent. Saizo ignoring Orochi’s threats at first then ruining everything in his struggle to fix things is amusing, and the duo have better chemistry than most couples in this game.

Support: Azura/Corrin (Birthright)

Notice the Birthright parenthetical. Corrin and Azura, the main duo, actually have different conversations in different routes, which is neat.

C: Corrin and Azura take a walk together. Azura compares the nice day to Castle Shirasagi. She then apologizes for bringing up her childhood, which she feels belonged to Corrin.

B: Azura asks Corrin about her childhood and Corrin explains both the forced isolation and the constant companionship from Elise and the servants. Corrin actually says she misses the Northern Fortress.

A: Corrin and Azura reflect on their different opinions of Nohr: Azura’s feelings of it being the evil she escaped and Corrin’s of it being a home she misses. They discuss the fact that no place is truly good or bad, something the game’s writers needed to be reminded of, and vow to bring peace.

S: Corrin states that his good memories of Nohr all stem from kind people and vows to be that kind of person for her. The duo exchange some insanely on the nose promises about being fine in a dark pit if they’re together and their fates being intertwined. Now, this may feel like incest because they share parents and siblings, but I actually think this one is okay? As long as there isn’t some late game twist that makes them cousins or something, this seems good.

Review: Overall, a fairly good conversation. Corrin’s feelings on Nohr are more nuanced than this game normally is and the idea that Nohr isn’t evil because of the people is a good sentiment.

Support: Setsuna/Subaki

C: Subaki and Setsuna are assigned to train new recruits together. The new recruit is Kenshi, I have decided. Subaki, worried that Setsuna will be Setsuna and mess everything up, does everything himself.

B: Setsuna just wanders off in the middle of training new recruits and Subaki tries to help her be a better leader.

A: Setsuna attempts to resign from teaching, but Subaki tells her that her wandering off actually helped the recruits because she’s observant, I guess. Setsuna does not retire from teaching.

S: Setsuna tells Subaki that she likes him then wanders off because she’s done talking. Subaki chases after her and proposes.

Review: This one was mediocre. Setsuna is always fun, but this support conversation lacked a good conflict and was resolved in a dumb way. Setsuna wandering off in the middle of a confession is fun, but the relationship wasn’t built up at all.

Birthright Chapter 9: Land of Gods

The gang head to Izumo, a neutral kingdom south of Hoshido. The guards, recognizing Azura, let the party in. Corrin asks about the missing princes and is told no battle happened near Izumo. No war in Ba Sing Se and all that jazz. Archduke Izana approaches them, looking like a wise and calm leader. Then he talks and they realize that he’s a silly boy.

They ask him about the battle on the border of Izumo and he tells them he knows nothing about it. Izana invites the gang to rest and be treated by his healers. He also invites Corrin and Sakura to go to some special spa healing in his deep relaxation chamber which is absolutely not suspicious.

The deep relaxation chamber is an execution chamber. Nohrian soldiers march in to kill Corrin and Izana reveals that he is actually a Nohrian mage named Zola. His voice sounds like Gollum and he has this weird jester hat. I cannot wait for the part of the game where we kill him.

Right before Corrin is executed, half of the Nohrian soldiers attack the other half. It’s revealed the soldiers are actually our soldiers in disguise. Where they got the Nohrian costumes, I do not know. Maybe they looted them from some corpses? Also, how did they know this was happening? And how did they seamlessly blend into the Nohrian army? I have many questions.

Hinoka explains that she knew Zola wasn’t the real Izana because no royal would ever act like such a silly boy, because she has never read any history textbook. The battle begins.

Something I haven’t mentioned yet that I want to mention: if an enemy has a super effective weapon, a red balloon with an exclamation mark appears above them as you move your unit. Nice touch.

On turn two, two new characters march into battle: a Samurai named Hinata and a Spear Fighter named Oboro. The two of them are looking for Takumi. The two bicker. Hinata is an idiot and is thirsty for Takumi. Oboro fantasizes about killing all of the Nohrian scum and Hinata tells her to chill out. These two idiots are Takumi’s retainers. Corrin goes up to the duo and recruits them.

Hinata

A samurai and one of Takumi’s retainers. His personal skill, Triple Threat, hurts enemies who lower him below half health. His design is fine, I guess. I think they’re going for a meathead thing from his introduction and his scars and muscles, but he looks way too young. Personality wise, he seems to be kinda dumb, but not enough to be funny.

Oboro

A spear fighter who is really goddamn thirsty for Takumi and is also really racist. Her unit description is: Loves fashion, hates Nohr. Her personal skill makes her do extra damage to Nohrians, which is useful because we are at war with Nohr. Fates has a bad tendency of reducing characters to a single character trait and we’ve already been shown three traits for Oboro, which I assume will dominate every line she ever says. Seriously, we’ve known her for a minute and she’s said Nohrian Scum a dozen times.

This map was good. It was a standard fighting enemies in a castle map; nothing special, but then again it didn’t need to be special. After the battle, Zola says that he’d rather die than tell Corrin anything. He then throws a smokescreen and runs away, only to be attacked by Leo.

Leo says he’s going to kill Zola for being a disgrace to Nohr and Corrin says, no, don’t do that, don’t hurt another Nohrian. Except, Corrin has killed dozens of Nohrians at this point. Leo yells at Corrin for being a traitor and gives her Zola to keep as a pet. Corrin reflects on how Leo has gotten stronger, but also become more cruel, since her betrayal of Nohr.

The gang meets the real Izana. Yeah he’s every bit as weird and wacky as Zola was. He tells the gang about hearing that the princes were near the bottomless canyon and reads Corrin’s fortune. He sings the next verse of Ocean’s Grey Waves, implying that this song is genuinely a prophecy about this game.

In the white light, a hand reaches through

A double-edged blade cuts your heart in two

Waking dreams fade away,

Embrace the brand-new day

So, let’s see. First off, a lot of imagery about light, which is Hoshido’s aesthetic. Not sure what verse one means, but verse two is some heavy foreshadowing for Chapter 26. I’ll talk about it more then. Verses three and four are about Corrin leaving the fake life in Nohr and returning to Hoshido. Probably.

Azana also predicts that the princes are both alright, so the gang heads off to find them. That night, Azura talks to Corrin about the prophecy, saying that it is the lyrics to a song she was taught as a child that now seems to be about Corrin.

[inmyarmswrappedin]

DRUCK reactions - s4 ep4

No, I haven’t forgotten about these! I’m a bit behind, but I’m still on track to finish before s5 starts. Although I hope to be done even earlier, because I don’t know if Amira N’s season is going to leave me with a lot of free time.

( @wodrueckts looked this over! 💛)

CLIP 1: Smooth operator

Amira is finishing up her prayer, when we get a quick cut to a picture of Amira and Sam pinned to Amira’s mirror. So, even though Amira and Mohammed had like three separate moments in the last clip of last episode, Druck wants us to think Sam is still in the picture (literally).

Amira gets a text from an unknown number saying, “Wow, Amira, thanks!” She asks who that is, but then checks her other messaging apps for good measure.

So last Friday, Mohammed sent himself a text from Amira’s phone, making Amira out to have for Mohammed the feelings Mohammed has for Amira. Specifically, “I really like you, but you make me really shy somehow.” I like you, but you intimidate me a bit, as Mohammed has been communicating to Amira pretty much since the start. Calling her the woman with the ice cold gaze and such.

I mean, since this is a fiction series and not real life, we know Mohammed is genuine about his feelings. He isn’t playing Amira, he’s her endgame. But this is such a fuckboy move, lol. I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me none of the Penetrator Chrises (or the Williams) would pull something like this.

Amira can’t believe this man, but she’s also charmed! Relatable.

It’s really cute that Amira is so incredulous that Mohammed asks her if texting himself from her phone is bad, that she actually says “Yes!” out loud before she texts it to him.

Mohammed can’t see how charmed Amira actually is, so he acts a bit more vulnerable and confesses he feels the same way. Or rather, that this is how he feels, since Amira wouldn’t necessarily describe herself like that. (I think Amira, rather than shy, is scared.) Of course, this too could be a tactic.

I think it’s interesting that Mohammed comes across as the biggest player of the Yousefs, certainly more than Sofiane in this early stage, but it’s Sofiane who ended up playing Imane.

Anyway, Mohammed sends Amira a song that he hopes she likes. And I think it’s cute that the song is in German. We don’t know how long Mohammed has been living in Germany, but I figure German the language didn’t hugely feature in his life back in Syria. So this is a song he heard in this new country for this girl he met in this new country.

Then Mohammed teases Amira about only listening to Arabic music, and she’s like, “yeah that’s the only music I listen to!” So Mohammed immediately sends her a voice message. Of him singing. In Arabic.

This is adorable, and Amira is obviously charmed as fuck, as am I. And if Mohammed had previously sent Amira a song to symbolize his new life in Germany, this is Mohammed sharing a part of himself from before Germany. It’s very significant and, for me, the most vulnerable he’s been in this clip.

Mohammed is also a bit embarrassed by his singing voice, but Amira clearly doesn’t care. Nobody cares, Mohammed. Keep singing!

CLIP 2: Essam does dumb things to fit in

Amira wakes up to the dulcet sounds of Essam screaming, and doesn’t get what time it is at first.

She and Mohammed were texting until 11 PM, and Amira fell asleep right as she was going to send Mohammed a song. Her last text was at 23:07 and Mohammed waited until 23:53 before wishing her a good night.

A reminder to renew her vaccines for the Australia trip comes in, and Amira first curls up with her phone. Just lost in the romance of it all, until Essam’s shriek cuts through the song lmao.

Amira checks the phone again and wakes up quick when she realizes the appointment is in 45 minutes. She swears a bit, and I’m very intrigued by this because Amira Naybet avoids swear words entirely, going for PG versions of Spanish swear words.

She’s in a rush now, but Essam has locked himself in the bathroom and refuses to come out. They have a bit of a back and forth (Amira’s threats don’t intimidate Essam at all, it seems) before Essam, having wrapped his hair in a towel, finally opens the door.

He asks Amira not to laugh at him and then reveals that he’s bleached his hair… badly. It’s not even yellow, it’s pretty much orange. Amira says he looks like Donald Trump. Trump wishes he had that much hair tbh.

Essam is actually really upset, and even hides his face in the crook of his elbow.   But fortunately he starts laughing a little once Amira cracks up at him. I don’t think I could take sad Essam, it’s completely antithetical to who he is!

Amira asks Essam why he did that to his hair, and said she would’ve helped him if he asked. Essam is all, “no, you wouldn’t. You hate me. You don’t love me at all.” And he just sounds so sincere that I believe he believes that. Like he’s so used to Amira bickering with him (and probably complaining about him to their parents lbr) that he thinks his big sister hates him. It’s just another way in which Essam’s self-esteem is absolutely fragile despite his brash nature.

Essam eventually confesses that he did it because girls (the girls he’s attracted to, that is) only like blond men. The music indicates this is a vulnerable moment for Essam. He feels like he will never be attractive to girls because he’s not white. To Essam, Amira must seem like someone who doesn’t care to fit in with white Germans, because she’s not voicing any complaints that white German boys aren’t knocking at her door. But Essam does want that. Both the white German girls and to fit in.

Anyway, Amira gets this is Essam opening up to her, so she tells him she’ll help fix up his hair. She’s in the middle of sharing her game plan when Mohammed sends a pic, which briefly distracts her.

Essam also sounds sincere when he thanks Amira, and Amira in turn assures Essam she’ll always help him… Though she’s still going to take a picture of him looking like Donald Trump.

We break out of Amira’s POV for a moment, to follow Essam a little longer as he looks at himself in the mirror and tries a Donald Trump sneer. He’s too cute to really pull it off, I’m afraid.

CLIP 3: Everyone (except Amira) is having sex!

I’ll just get it out of the way and say I don’t hate the David/Matteo make outs, nor do I think they were unnecessary.

Like the split screen editing is a bit 🤪 🤪 🤪 creativity! 🤪 🤪 🤪, but the point of this clip is that Amira is surrounded by sexually active people. And David and Matteo have always kept their PDA at cuddling and pecks on the lips in front of people, so it makes sense to me that we’d need to be back on their POV to 1. Show they are into each other, without 2. Actually talking about it with Amira, which would come across as awkward and weird because they’re not that kind of besties.

Like yes, it’s fanservice, but it makes way more sense from a storyline and character standpoint to do it like this than how other Skams handled it.

Though I find it amusing that Druck stans are so vocally opposed to the scene lmao.

Moving on, Kiki and Carlos’ screams of pleasure not only wake up the whole neighborhood from their afternoon naps, but also put off David and Matteo from pursuing their own activities in the hallway.

Amira comes up to them while they’re listening to music and is like, “hey why aren’t you going in?” They’re like, “we don’t want to mention the S word in front of you.” But Amira gets the picture quick once she comes closer to the door.

Druck teases its fans mercilessly as Matteo prods David into admitting his application film is an alien movie with flying body parts. David tries to argue that it’s deeper than that, but lbr this sounds like some campy Z movie nonsense with terrible special effects AND I’M HERE FOR IT. How dare Druck deprive me of this?

Amira’s like, “Yeah that sounds terrible.” Then she starts bickering with Mohammed over text, which makes David and Matteo very 👀 👀 (not that they’re relevant in this season lol).

Then, Sam comes in, and asks why they’re all outside. Unlike Amira, she figures it out for herself and outright asks whether they’re fucking. But she says it in a very pleased way, like she might come in and offer them drinks or condoms, ah god love you!

Amira can’t even take this bit of discussion of sex and wants to come in and end it all. I guess it’s because she’s wondering if people are just going to keep arriving and talking about Kiki and Carlos fucking, although it might also be because she doesn’t know how to be around Sam right now. (Because Sam isn’t just comfortable with people having sex, but she’s sexually active herself.)

Sam grabs Amira’s arm and says not to interrupt Kiki and Carlos, because maybe they’re doing the Happy Baby pose… And like… That’s a yoga pose. I’ll just let y’all google that.

Amira is like, ENOUGH OF THIS! And Sam’s like Okay, miss Priss! Amira wants a second opinion from David and Matteo about this prissiness, and they both plead the fifth.

Right after Sam’s called Amira prissy and put her on the defensive, Sam then says that, in the middle of making out with Abdi, she noticed Amira and Mohammed having a Moment. She’s like, I didn’t know you liked him, I’ll back off.  Amira denies being into Mohammed, but Sam doesn’t buy it.

And like… That’s it for this storyline. It’ll never come up again.

I know that doing away with the Skam love triangle pleased the fandom, but I mean, did Druck really get rid of it? They incorporated it, it features heavily in the first couple episodes and is one of the reasons Amira initially is unsure about the viability of her relationship with Mohammed… But it’s never explored in a meaningful way. It doesn’t develop Sam beyond being interested in boysssssss, it doesn’t develop Sam and Amira’s friendship or explore its nuances as well as the nuances of the hypersexualization of black women as opposed to the assumption that hijabis are repressed. Amira doesn’t even get to tell Sam she likes Mohammed onscreen, she tells Mia instead.

Again, this is a storyline that comes across as not something the writers particularly wanted to do, but they needed some filler for the first couple episodes. And the fact that the show then proceeds to decenter Sam after this, while Kiki’s role only increases, is just incredibly disappointing.

And speaking of Kiki’s presence becoming larger… With this subplot out of the way, Kiki now opens the door, looking very much like Noora when she got out of William’s car in s4. (Crazy idea, but what if it was supposed to be a reference to that? Lmao.)

She’s like, “I and Carlos just got done talking to the landlord, which was a conversation that involved no pants in my part!” Matteo calls shenanigans, Amira’s like, “right,” while Sam and David… Kinda look like they think Kiki’s never looked hotter tbh.

Like I said, I don’t have an issue with this clip, but showing Amira being surrounded by sex, yet not giving Amira the space to verbalize how she feels about this, while also getting rid of the Yousef kissing someone else angle, kinda makes this clip pointless tbh. Like the point of constantly surrounding Sana with sexually active couples was meant to make her feel like she couldn’t give Yousef what he supposedly wanted, i.e. a girlfriend who’d be physical with him.

Again, I’m not saying we have to make the Muslim main feel like shit for not being like a white German (we have enough of that with Essam), but at least give this joke a bit of depth by letting Amira talk about it. One issue with the season is that Amira gets thrown a mountain of microaggressions and ways in which she’s different, but viewers aren’t going to get the point that this adds to the pressures Amira faces unless you hit them over the head with it.

CLIP 4: Foreshadowing – the clip.

Amira is practicing boxing at home in order to have an excuse for her to be covering her hair. (Genuine curiosity, should Skams work this hard on coming up with reasons why their hijabi actresses are covering at home? Like I can see the benefit of not wanting to lead people to think hijabi cover 24/7.)

Mohammed texts her a picture of Angela Merkel doing Merkel hands on which he photoshopped a screenshot of Amira from Matteo’s season, along with the caption: Amira for Chancellor. Mohammed be like, I love this show DRUCK, love making shit posts for it.

Mohammed’s memes have put Amira in a great mood, and Mia chooses that moment to call Amira on Skype. Amira can barely get through the conversation, she’s giggling so much. Mia also comes off as really young in this chat, she acted like more of an adult in s3.

Mohammed keeps texting Amira flirty messages about Amira’s political career, and Mia notices that she’s distracted. She wants to know who’s making Amira smile so much, and Amira deflects and says it’s just her brother. Mia notes that Sam’s been raving about Amira’s brothers (so not just Mohammed), and she and Amira have a bit of a back and forth about Amira hiding Essam and Omar from them.

Then Mohammed sends Amira another meme in which he shops himself as Chancellor Amira’s spin doctor, which is both the cutest and saddest bit of foreshadowing. Amira, not being genre savvy, just finds it charming.

Mia wants to know what’s so funny, and Amira’s like, “can you keep a secret?” Mia, being a former Druck main and thus having seen some shit, is immediately alarmed about what this secret might be, and promises to not say a word.  

But there’s nothing to worry about. Nothing! Amira’s secret is that she kind of likes Mohammed. Not too much because he’s so tall and his hair is so nice and his eyes so dark. His eyebrows are terrible and so is his moustache that makes Amira zero in on his full, soft lips. Plus his body is so nice because he’s always working out! Mia’s like, so where’s the catch?

Amira’s crush is gigantic, and Mia’s so excited for her, but there’s still something holding Amira back. Maybe it’s that it all seems so easy with Mohammed, or that Amira’s not ready to revise her position that all men are shit, or you know, maybe it’s as simple as Amira enjoying being the lovesick one for once and indulging in the giddiness.

At any rate, Alex is visiting Mia next week (in Spain, where Mia totally is), so that’s coming up.  

CLIP 5: Famous last words

Amira and her mom sit down to watch a movie. Amira’s mom is happy to be spending time with her daughter, but Amira is on her phone because Mohammed has asked her, for the hundredth time now, whether she wants to go on a date with him. The man is running out of creative ways to ask Amira out, and she’s still all No ❤️

Amira’s mom wants to know who she’s texting, and Amira says it’s just Kiki. Because Kiki is Amira’s bestie now. Amira’s mom likes her though. She thinks she’s nice and also reminds the viewers of a potential Kiki storyline by commenting on her weight. In hindsight I don’t know why I ever thought s5 wouldn’t somehow deal with Kiki, because the writing is so clearly setting up a Zoë season about Kiki.

Amira’s mom says Amira never confides in her anymore, and eh. I mean, Amira did just lie about who she’s texting, but when Sana’s mom said this to Sana in Skam, it was more significant because Sana had been hiding her Russ plans from her for over three seasons. Amira has been pretty forthcoming with her mom in comparison. She knows about her friends (or about Kiki, at least) and about the trip to Australia. She doesn’t need to know about Amira’s delivery job because she doesn’t have it anymore.

Anyway, Amira bites her lip because she can’t hide this feeling anymore! She likes a boy! He’s nice and smart and cooks well, and Amira’s mom teases her that she’ll never go hungry then, as Amira just burnt the popcorn.

Amira’s mom wants to know whether the boy is handsome (of course!) and Muslim (of course! Famous last words). She wants to meet the boy, but Amira would like to get to know Mohammed better first, which is never going to happen if she keeps turning him down.

With that out of the way, they finally resume watching the movie, which seems to be a Bollywood one because the characters dance all the time. Is it a movie where the climax happens at a wedding, perhaps?? It looks like all the dancing helps Amira make her mind up, as she says, “You only live once.”

CLIP 6: Never leave the house

Amira meets Mohammed at a park, and they exchange a bunch of “Na?” because they’re dumb and into each other. Then Mohammed bravely asks Amira if she missed him, as if he didn’t know at this point that Amira is going to laugh at him. Which she does, because she says no.

They’re in the midst of some mating dance, when Amira notices a hijabi and (presumably) her daughter. She hides behind a tree, because she doesn’t want to be the hot gossip at the mosque, but Mohammed is all, “aw, I remember when I wasn’t traumatized by war and cared about trivial shit like this.”

Or maybe he doesn’t care because he never goes to the mosque. Okay, okay. I’ll stop.

At any rate, this is the first time that Mohammed says or does something that would actually pose a problem to Amira. This is quickly brushed aside because they get lost in each other’s eyes as soon as they make eye contact.

Kiki rudely interrupts this moment, but Amira’s like, “I’m busy, bye.” So she and Mohammed go on a musical montage where they box and push each other, and Mohammed sticks a flower in Amira’s hijab. Just enjoying the romance of it all! Until Amira notices Kiki’s called her three times, and I don’t want to say Kiki is the secondary love interest, but, you know.

It turns out that, while the parents were away, Essam decided to throw a rager. And he invited Kiki as he’s been working hard for her to notice him on insta. Kiki thought Amira would be attending this party when she got the invite, and has by now realized Amira wouldn’t approve of any of this.

Amira arrives at the party with Mohammed hot on her heels, and Kiki starts apologizing for thinking this was all on the up and up. Amira says her parents are at a wedding for the whole weekend, and Kiki gets distracted by Amira’s pretty lipstick. I don’t want to say Kiki is the secondary love interest, but, you know.

Amira confronts Essam, whose hair is looking a lot better than last time we saw it. Essam doesn’t seem to realize the seriousness of the situation, so Amira leans in and sniffs Essam’s breath. She asks Essam if he’s been drinking but he says no. However, he must be totally out of it because he wanders off, hypnotized by Kiki’s mermaid-esque beauty (or something).

Essam starts dancing with Kiki, who looks uncomfortable but goes along with it. At one point he puts his hand on her hip, and she grabs it and removes it from her body. Carlos (who has been blowing off his friends for weeks but is at this party, lol) notices this as it happens. Carlos shoves Essam and they start fighting.

Essam is bigger, or the German boy squad are lovers, not fighters, or Carlos was totally holding back, but either way Essam gets the upper hand and needs to be pulled off by both Amira and Mohammed. Kiki gets mad at Carlos for getting territorial over her. This is like, one of the most actually feminist moments to happen in a Skam that isn’t Skam España, I gotta say. Meanwhile Amira and Mohammed try to hold Essam accountable, but he starts feeling sick.

As this is all happening, Amira’s mom texts her to let her know that they came back because dad is, coincidentally, also sick (but not for the same reason lol).  Amira tells Kiki, who takes charge of the situation and kicks everyone out. She literally shoves people out of the house, and I just think Kiki was born to do this, tbh.

If you think about Kiki’s mom being an alcoholic, it kinda makes sense that Kiki thinks of spraying some air freshener as she leaves. She also takes a crate of bottles with her, but because this is Sana’s season, a couple are left behind. Amira and Mohammed weirdly hide them under a cushion, even though they have time to fold a blanket and regroup.

Mohammed thinks the date didn’t go too badly!

As Amira’s parents walk in, Mohammed has to carry Essam from where he was previously sitting on the floor waiting for the bathroom to be free, to a couch.

Amira’s mom is surprised to see Mohammed in the house, and I’m like, “why though?” It’s not like his outfit screams date (whereas Amira totally looks date-ready), and he and Essam are friends. Parents are so annoying, bless.

But she gets over it, especially as she notices Essam in a fetal position. She comes over to greet him and notices he’s cradling a vodka bottle like a baby, and of course she asks Amira and Mohammed what that is, cause you know, as the older sibling and friend they should be looking after him!

And then, Mohammed, Amira’s self-proclaimed spin doctor, tells Amira’s mom that he brought the bottle (and it just fell into Essam’s hands I guess lol). Amira’s mom is angry and reminds Mohammed that they’re Muslims, which makes me wonder if she knows he doesn’t believe in Allah. She’s also upset at Amira, because you know, they were just watching a movie yesterday and suddenly Mohammed is bringing vodka to her house for Essam to consume excessively, as Amira supposedly watches on in approval.

Amira doesn’t even respond, she’s so upset.

I think Druck pulled off this storyline the best out of the Sana versions, including Skam itself. One of the biggest problems with this storyline in Sana’s season is that it affected characters Sana wasn’t all that close to. Like, best buds and everything, but at the end of the day, Isak and Sana rarely hung out. Because the show is ultimately about the girl squad, not Isak’s squad or his friendship with Sana. So in Skam this storyline affected a school friend of Sana’s, his boyfriend, and a friend of her brother’s. Druck instead made it about Amira’s brother, one of Amira’s closest friends and her boyfriend.

Druck also chose to introduce this storyline in a multi pov episode, so that we got a better understanding of Kiki’s and Carlos’ mindsets going into the episode.

This will be more debatable, but I personally prefer that Druck didn’t hide the fight from us. In Skam, we don’t get to see the fight because Sana is supposed to believe those islamophobic Pepsi Max girls (and Yousef’s interpretation of why Even transferred) over her own brother. And I’m sure part of Julie’s intention was to make Skam viewers examine their own assumptions as to what happened, but the thing is… If people don’t want to examine their prejudices, they simply won’t. There are Skam viewers who, to this day, are convinced that Julie bowed to political correctness or whatever the fuck.  Druck makes all the characters’ motives clear and show us how the fight happened, and I’m sure there will still be assholes, but at least it’s not a “he said that’s what happened” situation.

It also doesn’t involve hypothetically homophobic Muslims, which was already dealt with in Isak’s (and Matteo’s) season. I personally don’t think this topic needs a rehash in a Sana season unless Sana herself is queer. Similarly, by making Amira’s brother the person to bring alcohol into the house, you don’t need to make the Sana bow down to the peer pressure of white mean girls.

Given that Essam is the one to bring alcohol into the house and to get handsy with Kiki, Druck did the absolutely correct thing and showed us Essam’s vulnerability before the fight. I would say, aside from Yousef, none of the Skam balloon squad was vulnerable in the same fundamental level that Essam is. Of course Elias is happy to hear that Even asked about him, and Mikael is quiet for a moment when he sees Even in his contact list. But ultimately, that’s friend drama. Essam changing his hair in hopes to fit in and be liked is about Essam himself.

I think Druck dropped Essam’s character arc right there because they intended season 5 to air in fall or winter last year. (Otherwise, why make Essam and Zoë Machwitz be the same age?) Now that both Zoë and Essam would be in their last year of high school, and Nora is slated to be the main instead, I hope they find a way to still fit Essam in there. So at least one Mahmood is done justice, you know.

On the downside, the focus on the Essam/Kiki/Carlos/vodka storyline means that Amira’s and Mohammed’s first date is not just cut short, but because of Druck’s time constraints, it also means that it’s mostly cuteness set to music.

Social media

Apparently Abdi heard that, without an insta, he just couldn’t match up to Mohammed, so he got one. Of course the first person he tells is Sam…

Mia posts a picture of a flamenca, because she’s in Madrid. Alex sends her a bunch of messages about arriving on Sunday, but Mia doesn’t respond to them (she did read them though).

Kiki posted a video of her workout, with Essam posting a similar video the day after to no response from Kiki. Kiki later posts a video of her yoga session, and when Essam does the same thing, he actually goes ahead and tags her in the story. The second hand embarrassment was felt across the globe.

After Amira tells Mia about her crush on Mohammed, she texts Sam to let her know as well. Sam takes it well (she’d pretty much figured it out after all). They agree to hang out later, and we get a couple pics on insta to commemorate the event. Which Abdi later copies to get Sam’s attention.    Just a terrible week for thirsty men on Druck.

Meanwhile, Matteo takes David to meet his mom, and David later posts an evocative drawing to commemorate the event. And that’s all we’re ever told about that, much to the frustration of David/Matteo stans.

Abdi poses with a sleeping Sam and posts the pic to his insta and omg, Abdi! Just stop.

Before the party, Kiki and Carlos fight over text because Carlos has decided to get a Fachabi rather than an Abi (so, like, a kind of high school diploma that would make it harder for him to go to uni, and better suited for a trade) without telling Kiki. I gotta say, I know Kiki and Carlos have moved in together and everything, but I think Carlos’ tertiary education being a team decision is way too intense for two high school graduates, as far as I see it.

There’s this one pic from Kiki’s stories where Essam is posing with a bunch of white girls, and it just gave me the worst flashbacks to those sorority videos where everyone is scarily in sync.

Final thoughts

The boy squad and balloon fight is the turning point in Sana’s season, and by moving it up and combining it with the booze left behind storyline, Druck turned it into a side storyline about Essam, instead. As I said, I think they pulled it off much better than Skam, but it also means that this is Amira’s third episode and Druck has chewed through most of the storylines in Sana’s season (including the love triangle with Noora/Sam, which is tossed aside this episode).

At this point, the only storylines left are Yousef’s lack of faith, Noorhelm drama and… The cyberbullying storyline which ends up unintentionally hurting Vilde. Ideally, Druck would’ve focused on the former of the three, and would have still gotten four episodes to really deal with it in a nuanced way, but we’ll see how that worked out.  

[krreader]

BTS scenario → you as their sister (pre-debut).

pairing: bts x sister!reader (platonic) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; language genre: fluff

a/n: I always wanted to write a sister!reader version in which the members are just normal kids/people. so thank you for the request bb! (also, let’s ignore the timeline for my sake, ok? I know tom holland wasn’t spiderman yet when they debuted lol, but I’m biased and I’m making it so obvious lol)

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kim seokjin

“You have such nice and well behaved kids, Kim,” your boss said to your father, Jin, your brother and you all smiling and bowing, “You raised them well.”

You three acted like you were the most wonderful kids a father could ask for.

But once you were in the car back home? You revealed your true colors.

“No, give me..- Dad! Jin stole my headphones again!”

“They're my headphones! You stole them from me first!” Jin argued, “And besides, they look better on me anyways.”

Your father sighed, trying to ignore the ruckus that was going on in the back because he knew it would pass in a few minutes anyways.

It was always like this between you two, has been ever since you were born.

You bickered, you fought, you pulled the hair of the other one, but in the end you still loved each other unconditionally.

In the end you fell asleep against Jin's shoulder, your older brother putting a blanket over the both of you, since Jin seemed to be asleep as well from the way he was almost drooling.

“We should record this and show them how close they are when they're asleep,” your brother chuckled, to which your father could only nod and smile as well.

min yoongi

“Happy birthday, son,” your parents had bought Yoongi weird stuff that you knew he would never use. They've been doing this ever since he was a kid, because they thought they might be able to make him be interested in other things than music.

As always, Yoongi said thank you and was kind, but you knew deep down that he just wanted to be left alone again.

“Okay, okay, I'm the last one,” you gave him your present with a grin, “It's something you and I talked about a few weeks ago.. something you really wanted.”

The only thing he could remember was equipment for his own studio that he was trying to assemble.

“You didn't..-” he quickly unwrapped it, only to find..- “A doll? A fucking.. Annabelle doll?”

“Yeah, so it'll remind you of her when she's gone,” your other brother laughed, but that stopped when you threw a pillow against his head. Hard.

And while you and him started fighting and your parents desperately tried to get you two to stop before one could kill the other, Yoongi returned to his room with slight disappointment.

He had thought you might have remembered him saying it..

But as he walked into his bedroom he found that same item lying on his desk with a note: “I know mom and dad don't like it when you buy new stuff for your studio so I didn't want them to see it. Put it to good use, brother. You're the best thing this family can show off. I'm proud of you. Always.”

A big smile spread across his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

jung hoseok

“Mom and dad told me you don't want to eat,” Hoseok walked into your bedroom with two cups of Ramen, “So I thought we could eat Junk Food and you could tell me what's going on.”

You wiped away your tears with your sleeve and slid to the edge of the bed, immediately wrapping your arms around his arm to hug his side.

“He's not interested in me.. he told one of his friends who told one of my friends that he's interested in someone else.”

Hoseok should have known that this was about a guy.

He sighed deeply and put the cups down, before wrapping an arm around you, “(Y/N), guys who you need to chase after are not guys that are worth it. You are kind, smart, beautiful and you don't need to go after a guy that clearly doesn't see any of that. You deserve better than that..”

“But all of my friends have boyfriends or girlfriends.. I'm the only one who doesn't.”

“So what? You're still young and even if you never have a boyfriend or girlfriend, that's okay too. You do not need a partner to be happy, sweetheart. You're enough of a person to love yourself and be happy with yourself. And let's be real.. with me as a brother, you have your hands full anyways.”

That made you choke out a laugh, cuddle closer into his side and let out a sigh, because you knew he was right.. he was always right.

kim namjoon

“This is so boring,” you whined, your parents shushing you since they wanted to listen to what the tour guide had to say.

Namjoon laughed, unfolding the map in his hands and walking closer to you.

“Want me to give you a tour? I can explain it all to you too.”

“Oh god, yes please,” you wrapped your hands around his arm, ready for your smart brother to enlighten you in a positive way, “Tell me something interesting.”

“Well, someone died here a few years ago from a terrible, terrible curse..”

You narrowed your eyes at him and cocked your head to the side, “Your horror stories scared me when I was five, Namjoon. Not anymore.”

“Are you sure?” your sister snuck up on you and pinched your sides which made you scream and jump, your parents shushing you once again.

“Oh, I hate you! I hate you both! Mom, Dad! They're being mean to me again!” you ran up to your parents, your mother scolding you for being so loud, but Namjoon and your sister just chuckled.

“She'll never grow up, right?” your sister asked.

“Not really. She’ll always stay our little angel,” Namjoon said with a fond smile.

park jimin

“Listen, Jimin,” you opened the door without knocking, finding him sweating, standing in the middle of the room, “I love you and I support you with your dreams, but if you don't turn that fucking music down, I will literally kill you.”

“The competition is in two months, (Y/N). I need to practice.”

“You've been practicing for three months straight. And you're not the only one who needs to do work in this household, I have homework to do as well.”

“No you don't, I know you finished earlier today,” he wiped off his sweat with a towel, “You just want to watch Spiderman again.”

“Listen to me, Tom Holland is superior, okay?!” you pointed your finger at him, but Jimin just laughed and walked over to you, hugging you despite your protest.

“Ew, you're disgusting, get away from me.”

“I love you, sis. And don't worry, I'll take a shower and get some rest for today, okay?”

“Fine,” you watched him walk towards the bathroom and right before he entered you asked: “Want me to pause the movie?”

“You know I do.”

You grinned from ear to ear, sprinting back into your bedroom to wait for your brother.

kim taehyung

You were on family vacation, your parents already asleep, the only ones up being you and Taehyung, since your brother and sister had already fallen asleep on the couch next to you.

But you didn't dare to sleep.

Because that horror movie that was on would keep you awake for the next ten years.

“You should have said you didn't want to watch it, (Y/N),” Taehyung chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you to give you comfort.

“Then they would have made fun of me,” you poked your sister's side with your foot who just snorted once and then made herself more comfortable.

“But they're asleep now. We can watch a Disney movie if you want..”

“No, it's okay,” you tried to stay strong and be brave, but those jump scares were getting the best of you and without taking no for an answer, Tae just switched the movie to a Disney one.

And when he found you smiling happily a few minutes later, he knew he had made the right decision.

“Never change, (Y/N),” he kissed the top of your head.

jeon jeongguk

“I'll kill you for this, (Y/N).”

Your parents were out to have their date night, your older brother staying at a friends' place, so it was only Jeongguk and you. And while your parents had specifically told you NOT to go out and do anything stupid, that's exactly what you had been doing.

There was a festival in town and you were dying for some cotton candy and roller coasters. And Jeongguk would rather be in trouble than let you go there on your own.

However, now that you were on your way back, he was getting nervous, thinking his parents were probably already back home and would notice you were gone.

“Stop being such a pussy and just hurry up if you want to be home before mom and dad,” you weren't running, but you were walking fast, your brother right beside you.

“We could have played video games, could have ordered food, but no, Ms. 'I want to get in trouble' had to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night.”

“I didn't ask you to follow me, Kookie, you did that all by yourself.”

“Well, what the hell was I supposed to do, huh? You were clearly..-”

But as you arrived at the front door, your parents were already standing there, both of their arms crossed in front of their chests with disapproving looks on their faces.

And then you had the audacity to point at your brother and say with a pout, “It was Jeongguk's idea.”

“You little..-”

[wolfgangisdead]

Love, Loss, and Hot Wannabe Tall Guys

Fandom Far Cry 4

Pairing Pagan Min x Original Character

Words 3096

Rating Teen

Warning Pagan Min being Pagan Min, there will be a lot of bickering because it’s a dysfunctional family

-

CHAPTER TWO

Everyday was the same in the palace, especially considering the danger that was being remotely related to Pagan in any way. He was a very… unpopular individual among some of his citizens which was only very worrying for a single mother like Esha!

She had left Abha in the care of her sitter, and sat in the courtyard, working on a batch of clothes she had to repair for Pagan (something she did by her own free will mind you,) when she heard the familiar click of Pagan’s fancy shoes behind her. 

“Working again, are we? I can just buy new shirts, you know.” He huffed as he sat down beside her, leaning back against the step. 

“You know I like doing this. It gives me something nice to do around here.” She waved him off, a gentle smile on her face. “What brings you to my quaint step? I thought you and Ajay would be doing some bonding.”

He shrugged and looked at her, balancing his pen on his finger. “He’s off getting lost, I believe. You know how children are when you bring them to new places.”

“Is it smart to leave him alone? I don’t think it’s very wise to leave him unattended around here. It is not so hard for him to find things you won’t like him seeing.” She murmured, gaze drifting to the halls behind them. 

“What do I have to hide from him? The only thing I have is your beauty. He can’t take that, now can he?” He snickered lightly.

Esha couldn’t keep the smile off her face and tutted. “I told you many times before that flattery will get you nowhere. I don’t know why you still do it if it earns you nothing.”

“Your reactions are enough for me.” He tucked his pen away into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“You do so enjoy watching me be embarrassed, don’t you?” She sighed heavily and returned her focus on the shirt she had made mere days prior. “You’re a king and you find better use of your time embarrassing a humble old tailor like me.”

“Old? You’re the epitome of beauty and youth.” 

“Okay, Grandpa. I’ve got work to do.” 

She threw one of the unfinished shirts at him, hoping it would get her point across as she turned her entire and full attention to her project. It wasn’t that she hated him, or disliked him, but it was more so the fact that he was a dangerous man and no matter how attractive and kind he was, her daughter came first and foremost. Perhaps she’d indulge in his flattery one day, but for now she had to ensure the safety of Abha before she could ever dream of romance. 

“Come have dinner with me. We can have your favorite meals, a candlelit dinner, anything you want.” He held her wrist, keeping her from doing more work. 

Esha tilted her head at him, biting her lip. “Pagan, I appreciate your offer, but not now. Perhaps one day, soon maybe, I will join you on that offer. But I cannot put myself, or any other person, before Abha. She is my entire world, you know that.”

He looked frustrated for a moment before nodding. “I understand completely. A child’s safety is always of utmost importance.” 

She didn’t press him further or add anything else to the topic. “You still have yet to train me, you know.”  

“In time. I promise you will get your training, but I need to make sure the Golden Path is handled before doing so. I don’t want to give them any chances of taking anything else.” He frowned, a dangerous look in his eyes that told Esha just what he was thinking of doing.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, a frown on her face. “You can train me here. I’ll be fine. I’ve seen you fight before and you’re quite capable of doing so anyways. I’m not as delicate as I seem, Pagan, I can take a few hits.”

“If you insist, but if you start crying, don’t blame me.” He was still in a dangerous mood, so she knew better than to test his patience. 

“Of course. It would take quite a bit to make me cry, anyways.” She nudged him lightly, a smile on her face. “Come on, it’ll be fun. You get to teach me how to protect myself and you get to learn restraint and not killing someone.”

“You’ll be the death of me, I hope you know that.” He stood and held a hand out to her. “Come on, you’ll need more combat ready clothing. It would be unfair of me to ruin such nice pants.”

“Pagan Min! I swear to Kyra that I will punch you right in the jaw!” She hissed, whacking his arm as she crouched to pick up the basket of clothes she was fixing. “I’m going to be the death of you? More like you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Good! Internalize all that annoyance and let it fuel you! You’ll need a lot of it for training.” He patted her head before offering her his arm. “We’ll start with hand to hand. Do you know anything about that?”

“No…”

“This will be fun.”

-

Esha fell to the ground with a thud, groaning loudly.

“Get up. You’d be dead by now if I was your enemy.” He jabbed his foot into her side before pulling her up by her hands. 

“We’ve been doing this for hours, Pagan. I am literally dying.” She practically crumpled before weakly returning to her fighting stance. 

Pagan regarded her curiously before sighing. “It seems a short break is in order.”

She collapsed onto the floor. “Oh, thank Kyra. I thought you would’ve kept going until I died.”

“You’re so overdramatic, Esha. You need to exercise more and maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult for you. This is the fourth break in the last two hours, you’d be lucky if anything I taught you stuck.” He snickered, poking light fun.

She lifted her head up. “For an old man, you sure do fight like you’re twenty.”

“I am quite resilient for my age, you know. Hope this teaches you not to underestimate me.” He retorted, grabbing a glass of water from a table in the corner of the room. He handed it to her, but had to help her sit upright. 

She thankfully took the glass and took small sips as she relaxed. “I doubt I would ever underestimate you, but to say I’m not surprised at how good you are at fighting would be a lie.”

“I am a man of many talents, my dear.” He rolled his eyes, but the smile betrayed his obvious joy in her recognizing his abilities. 

“You have more talents that aren't being annoying? I’m shocked, shocked I say!” She gasped playfully, a hand over her heart as she set the glass down. “Be still my beating heart!”

“I think you’ve had a long enough break, get up.” He huffed lightly, standing to his feet as he pulled her with him.

Esha let out a loud, annoyed groan, but resumed her previous fighting stance after she moved the glass to the table. She was really not prepared to get flipped upside down once more, or get any more bruises than she already had. 

“Try and land a hit on me this time.” He teased.

“Believe it or not, that’s what I’ve been trying to do. Punching your face is my one true goal.” She retorted, lunging forward 

He blocked her from punching his face, but was pushed back by a punch to the gut. 

“Good, good! You’re learning!” He cheered, but quickly countered another one of her attacks.

Esha swung for a roundhouse kick but Pagan grabbed her and pulled it towards him. She lost balance and for the upteenth time that session, she was on the floor. She moved her other foot, aiming to end his entire bloodline, but he caught her leg. 

He tutted. “You might not want to do that.”

“Says the guy who has been winning this entire time. I’ll do what it takes to bring my enemies down, even if it means playing dirty.” She retorted, shrugging as she crossed her arms. “Is it time for dinner, already? I’m a bit hungry.”

“You did good for your first day.” He dropped her legs and held a hand out for her to take. “Perhaps moving on to using weapons would be best since it’s less -”

“Less shitty and gives me a better chance of winning?”

“Now, now. You still have much to learn from hand to hand combat. No one will ever be good on their first day, you know.” He patted her back and handed her a towel to wipe off the sweat. “You should get cleaned up before dinner. Wouldn’t want to be sweaty and scratched up, now would we?”

“You’re an ass.” Esha wiped herself off as best she could before practically limping out of the room, ignoring the not so quiet chuckle from behind her. 

-

A warm shower was everything Esha needed, but she knew she couldn’t stay for very long, or else she would most likely miss dinner and would have to eat by herself with Abha - which there was nothing wrong with, but a little conversation where they could all understand one another was nice.

She was still visibly sore from her session with Pagan, and although that usually may have been a good thing for various reasons, she was not that kind of woman and fighting with him seemed a lot harder than she expected. Who knew he was good at something he never seemed to utilize. 

She threw on some clean, warm pants and an equally warm shirt before plucking Abha from her sitter and carrying her on her hip as she awkwardly walked towards the dining hall. 

Ajay and Pagan were already there, although it was clear Pagan had taken a shower before coming here, as his hair was slightly wet. Esha caught herself before she could stare too long and took her place to the right of Pagan, setting Abha in her high chair for some well deserved food. 

“I was told you were a local before coming here, Miss Esha.” Ajay cleared his throat as he watched Esha feed the ever stubborn Abha. 

Esha furrowed her brow, frustrated that Abha wouldn’t accept the ‘airplane.’ “Well, yes. It’s much better here, though, quieter. Gives little Abha here a chance to not be overwhelmed by anything.” 

“How’d you end up here, if you don’t mind my asking?” His gaze flicked to Pagan, but it was understandable, since he seemed to think Esha was his girl.

She paused. “Got shunned by my village, the usual Tuesday in Kyrat.” She laughed when she saw his surprised face. “My village was extremely traditional. Arranged weddings, things of the like. The man I was supposed to marry was not kind. When I had Abha, he immediately assumed I was cheating as Abha looked nothing like him. Freshly born babies look like potatoes, mind you. And it tumbled out of control.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that… It’s good you found a better place to be.” He nodded lightly, turning his gaze down to his food. 

“Why apologize? I don’t care. He was an ass anyways. At least here, the only ass is teaching me how to fight.” She glanced innocently towards Pagan who forced a polite smile, although it was clear something was bothering him. “You alright, Pagan?”

“Just got some rather unfortunate news, but yes. I only hope our guest doesn’t follow in his father’s footsteps and work with the Golden Path. How treacherous that would be.” He sneered, clasping his hands together. “I do so hope you wouldn’t dare.”

“They sought me out, I didn’t -”

“Let’s solve this civilly please. The Golden Path is no friend of ours, but Ajay, you must understand, being near them is dangerous.” She set a hand on Pagan’s leg, keeping him from saying anything further to damage what little relationship he had with the boy. “They are our enemies. The things they’ve done are..... painful to say the least. It’s best not to be near them if you know what’s good for you.”

Pagan cleared his throat and sat upright. “She makes a good point, as always. You shouldn’t be near such disgusting people. It’s safest for you to remain here!”

“They are only people worried for their families, Pagan. They are not all as evil as you say they are.” Ajay narrowed his eyes at the monarch. “They have a reasonable cause.”

“Did they have reasonable cause to murder a child? Did they?!” He slammed his fists on the table, the dangerous look normally present in his eyes spilling into his actions. “They are killers, terrorists. They have no place in my country.” 

Abha giggled at his short temper, but was shushed by Esha who was more or less trying to get her to not encourage Pagan’s short fuse. 

“And they seem to think the same of you!” Ajay snapped. 

“Ajay, Pagan, enough. You two are so much like bickering children, I might as well treat you as such. What a wonderful family this is. Single mother and two bickering children. Should I put you in the corner so you will learn to behave?” She narrowed her eyes at the two men. “I am well adjusted to Pagan’s temper, Ajay. Do not feed the flame.” 

Both men found themselves quiet, but both for very different reasons. 

Pagan looked at her as if she were the most attractive woman to walk the planet which might not have been far from the truth in his opinion, but being yelled at by a five foot two woman wasn’t exactly much to gawk at.

“Good, you both decided to be quiet. Now we can have dinner like a functional family.” She didn’t say much else on the matter and alternated between feeding herself and feeding Abha. 

Everything in her just wanted to yell at Pagan for not acting like the adult he was, but some part of her pitied him. He was acting only as what he knew, having been quite reclusive before he had met her. She couldn’t honestly expect much from a man who had lost everything to the Golden Path. But she couldn’t help him unless he wanted to be helped, and with his stubbornness, he would never admit it. 

Perhaps what he said about men only truly loving when too much distance has built up was true. 

She glanced at him, watching his face contort in obvious displeasure with Ajay’s words, but he didn’t act on it. Only breathing in slowly and exhaling before putting on the usual cheery front she was accustomed to seeing. It made her sad. 

“If… you want to listen to what the Golden Path says, perhaps you could act as a spy for us? Before you object, hear me out. I admit, neither side is humane with what they want, and how they get it.” Esha looked at Ajay. “Both sides kill and slaughter, but I think you could find some valuable information. The time for reasonable discussions with them are over, Ajay. They’re here to kill and if we can prevent it… we can prevent further bloodshed.”

Pagan wanted to argue that sending Ishwari’s son into the flames of the fire would end with him killed, but he listened. 

Ajay looked at her. “And what if what they’re doing is only in retaliation to you?”

“Each side does something in retaliation to the other. I’ve been here long enough to see Kyrat stuck in a catch twenty-two. Change won’t happen easily, but as someone who grew up here in Kyrat, what we need is to end the rivalry.” She shrugged lightly. “I’ve learned a lot in my time with Pagan, and one of those things is that we’ve long passed the time for sitting at the table and talking. Something more must be done.”

“Why don’t you just go in and spy, then, if you’re so sure it’ll do anything.” He leaned back. 

Esha stared at him for a moment. “Did no one tell you how your mother met Pagan? No? Okay.” She leaned her chin in her palm. “You’re a smart kid and I see that you’re really vouching for them right now, but unfortunately sending someone who doesn’t know how to properly fight isn’t exactly the best idea, if you didn’t know.”

“What do you hope to get out of doing this?”

“Peace, a Kyrat in which the civil unrest isn’t so prominent.” Pagan spoke up, annoyed that he dare suggest sending Esha into the frontlines of a fight with his enemies. “I have made attempts once, to fix this… this unrest. I have tried to repair the Kyrat they have destroyed and what happened? They. Didn’t. Listen.”

Ajay quieted at that, unsure of how to proceed with Pagan telling him he had made attempts to fix things. 

“So, now, you quiet down, hm? I made a promise to Ishwari, Ajay, but whether you stand with me or against me is up to you, and I cannot guarantee your safety if you stand against me.” Pagan neatly clasped his hands together, a sweet smile on his face. “I do hope you make the right decision, Ajay. I would hate for my promise to Ishwari to be broken in any way.”

Ajay kept silent and Pagan took this proudly, having won this small spat. It was a tiny victory, but it was clear he enjoyed the win regardless.

Esha was glad to finally have a chance to eat without interruption, or argument, despite not staying out of it to begin with. She stole glances at Pagan every now and again, watching him scroll through his phone with mild curiosity. 

He could be so beautiful when he wanted to be.

Now, Pagan Min was a great many things. He was morally questionable, annoying, chaotic, voted most likely to snort coke off of his partner’s dick, but you get the idea. Beautiful wasn’t a common word to describe him. At least, she wouldn’t. 

She cleared her throat lightly. “Well, I’m going to go for a walk. I’m trusting Abha with you, Pagan. If you do anything bad while she’s with you, I will hunt you down myself.” She kissed Abha’s head, earning a light giggle. “I’m watching you, old man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

[mskinkyafro]

Meet the Watsons (Aubrey x MC) - Part 2

A/N: I’m so so so so sorry this took forever to be posted and continued! I’m back in college and still work and my major is focused in writing so the free time I’m writing is dedicated to my scripts and not really fanfics anymore. However, I’m determine to finish this mini series eventually and I finally felt after this sat in my drive, it’s worth posting. I think this mini series will only have five parts. So three more after this one. Thank you for being patient and still interested in this series.

Rating: PG

Summary: Viola and Aubrey get ready to meet his family for dinner. First impressions aren’t everything, are they?

(All thoughts are italicized and in parentheses)

After spending some much needed time together after Aubrey’s family intrusion, the two got dressed and headed toward Viola’s apartment so she can grab a fresh set of clothes. Twenty minutes later Viola and Aubrey stand outside  her door as she fumbles in her purse looking for her keys.

“I know I put them here...Ah ha!”

She jiggles the key ring in the air before she inserts it and unlocks her apartment door. As she opens the door and steps in followed by Aubrey, she can  make out the sounds of rushing pitter pattering. Just as she sees a blur of fur turn around the corner from her hallway, Viola hears a voice immediately fill the air.

(“Is that mommy? She’s finally home! I missed her so much!)

Viola bends down and scoops up her puppy as he collided with her.

“Hello Underoos. I missed you too baby.”

Setting him back down, he focused on Aubrey who was standing close by.  She hears his chuckles as he bends on his knee to give the energetic puppy the attention he seeks. As she walks further down the hallway to reach her room she hears a sassy tiny voice.

(“About time she showed up. I didn’t get my nightly rubs.”)

Viola enters through her bedroom door that’s opened ajar and finds Fauna, peaking one eye open to look at her lounging on top of the bed.

Striding toward her closet to pick out an outfit she tells Fauna.

(“I see you definitely missed me as well, oh spoiled one.”)

Before she walked deeper into the closet, Viola can make out Fauna’s thought.

(“More like your absence was noticed. And you knew my standards from the jump, sister.”)

Inside Viola giggles to herself.

“Oh never change Fauna.”

She searches through her racks of clothes but doesn’t find anything until she spots an old unworn outfit that was hiding in the very back. She dresses quickly and exits her closet while doing a slow twirl.

“So what do you think?”

Aubrey who has moved from the living room now sits on the edge of the bed with Underoos laying  by his feet and Fauna on his lap purring as he rubs her fur. He turns his attention from the kitten, and his jaw falls open.

“Viola...just...wow.”

Viola smiles as she smooths down her clothes. Dressed in a white short-sleeved, boat neck cut high-low top, dark-washed distressed jeans that hugged her curves, and brown open-toed wedges she makes her way in front of Aubrey.

Aubrey gently moves the cat aside on the bed and outstretches his hands so that she can fit in his embrace.

“It’s not too casual right? I have to make a good impression. I mean this is your mom! Plus I want to make up for the fact that a quarter of your family saw me post-shower.” she asks rapidly.

Aubrey tugs Viola so she sits on his lap.

“Viola, you could be wearing the towel from earlier and still make a good impression.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls away from him.

“I’m serious! This is stressing me out! Also shouldn’t we stop to pick up something? Like wine? Is your mother a fan of wine? Better yet, red or white? Oh my god this is huge! I personally am partial to white but what if I buy the wrong bottle of wine?! What if she hates alcohol?! And I brought in the devil’s liquid in her home!

Viola continues to ramble on excessively and begins to  pace to and fro in front of Aubrey until he gets up and stops her. He gently removes his hands from her shoulders to grasp her own hands and intertwine them slowly. Then he rests his forehead softly against hers and whispers.

“Okay...Viola just breathe. I’m going to count to three and I want you to just relax. Just think of you and me in this moment, okay?”

His eyes pierce into hers and Viola nods her head.

“Good. One...two...three...”

Standing there he watches as her eyes flutter shut and she inhales in and out. Not much time passes before she reopened  her eyes and shyly looks away.

“I overacted a bit, didn’t I?

“Just a tad. It was adorable minus the part of you being upset. I hate seeing you upset.”

“It’s a crazy little tic of mine.” she says as she turns to meet his eyes.

“We all have them.”

“You’re right...thank you. You know, for dealing with me overloading.”

“Nothing to thank me for. I’d do anything for you. So anytime you overload, I’ll proudly be there to reboot you.”

Viola breaks out in a fit of giggles.

“God, you’re so dorky.”

“Well maybe but you know you love it.”

Viola untangles her hands so she can wrap her arms around his waist.

“I never said I didn’t.”

Aubrey smirks and leans down to press a small kiss on her lips.

“And fyi you look amazing. Don’t worry about impressing my Ma. If you couldn’t tell, the ones you’ve met adore you, so I know they put in a good word  for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes! After you met Shiloh and Liz, both kept texting me about when they’ll see you again. Even Shiloh asked if she’ll finally have an aunt to join her, Liz, and Ma for their annual All-Girls Weekend. And since this morning the twins and Pop have been sending me texts asking all kinds of questions about you.”

“Wow. I...I didn’t think I made that big of an imprint with your family.”

“Well how could you not. You do the same to me everyday.”

“I swear, you are ridiculously sweet. I truly don’t understand how you make me feel like a...like a chocolate chip cookie that’s fresh out of the oven. All ooey-gooey inside.

Aubrey brings his hand to stroke through Viola’s hair.

“It’s the Watson’s charm. Beside you’re just as sweet. Maybe I can start calling you my Candy Girl?”

Viola moves her hands so they rest on his chest and shoots him a pointed look.

“Did you just reference New Edition?”

Aubrey smiles even brighter and his eyes light up as he takes a few steps away from Viola and breaks out into the famous elaborate dance routine of New Edition while singing obnoxiously.

“Candy girl...you are my world…you look so sweet...your a special treat.”

Viola walks up to him barely containing her laughter as she tries to stop him.

“Oh my god, okay okay. Simmer down. I can’t tell if  I’m surprised at the fact you know New Edition or the fact you know them so well that you got the dance down and everything.”

“Soul and R&B music is truly a love of mine. I would make references to countless songs, whether it was Jackson 5 or even Boyz II Men but typical the girls I dated had no idea who I was talking about. Well now with the exception of you.”

“Hmm well that’s there lost. I guess they don’t know about this here.”

“Ooh very clever. Jon B fan on my hands.”

“Oh you are good.”

Aubrey smiles and checks his watch to look at the time.

“Oh it’s 5:20. And it’s about an hour drive to get to my parent’s place. Are you all set?

Viola immediately rushes into her bathroom and looks in the mirror, her hands roaming frantically through her curls.

“Ugh! I thought we had more time, there’s no way I can straighten my hair now.”

“I think it looks fine.” Aubrey calls out from the bedroom.

“Oh honey, you’re too kind but this on top of my head is a hot frizzy mess  that needs to be contained in some way, if not with some heat. I guess I’ll just have to put it up quickly and add some product and just pray.”

Viola then grabs a hanging towel to cover her shoulders and her spray bottle full of water and spritzes her hair till it's moderately damp. Then she opens up one of her many creams and dabbles it through her hair which seems to make it curl and shine even more. She grabs her brush and brushes her hair and ties it into a high afro puff leaving some stray curls out as bangs.

Then smoothes out her edges until its to her liking and hangs the towel back in its original space.Looking over herself and content with how she looks she calls out to Aubrey again.

“What time is it now?”

“5:30 on the dot. It’s best to make our way now.”

“Okay.”

She walks out of her bathroom back into her room. Aubrey stands as she approaches.

“Ready?”

“Yes my purse is by the door and-- wait!”

“What?”

“I hate to leave my babies again by themselves. It's a little late for me to call Jaime to watch them or my Dad.”

“Well there’s plenty of room at my parent’s place. They love animals and maybe it will be nice for Underoos to run around in  a big backyard and there's some yarn from my Ma unused knitting collection if Fauna’s interested.”

Viola notices Underoos body perk up as they talked and Fauna turn her attention to the humans and little voices fill the air.

(”Did I hear running and a yard?! Oh I always wanted to play in a big yard! Can I come mommy please?!”)

(”I heard yarn. I suppose I could grace myself to more humans, if that’s what it takes”.)

“Are you sure it’s okay they tag along with us?”

“It’s more than okay. Plus no one can resist these two.”

“If you say so.”

Viola turns to grab Underoos leash and Fauna’s travel carrier.

“Looks like you two are coming with.”

Underoos tail wags faster and Fauna jumps from her spot on the bed to stand next to the excited puppy.

(Yay!)

(Yarn here I come.)

Viola chuckles softly to herself and gathers the animals and all together they leave and head to Aubrey’s car.

After about an hour drive and one quick stop at a store, Viola and Aubrey with the pets in tow arrive in Hartfeld and at Aubrey’s childhood home.

As she exits the car and gets out her pets she can’t help but admire the charming baby blue colored two-story home with intricate hedges and flower bushes.

Holding Underoos leash in one hand and a bottle of Pinot Grigio in the other as Aubrey grabs Fauna’s carrier they all make their way to the front door.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I really am.”

Right as Aubrey is about to knock he realizes the front door is actually cracked open and voices that were quiet grow louder and louder by the second. Confused he pushes the door open and the smell of something burning hits both of their noses. As they step through the threshold Aubrey calls

“Hello! I’m home! And I brought Viola!”

But his voice seemed to be drowned out by the bickering in the next room.

“Oww! Liz can you shut up and stop screeching!”

“Yeah, Liz chill for second!”

“Next time I’m in charge when mom’s out the room, because this is like the Anniversary dinner of ‘03 all over again!”

“Kids I leave for 15 minutes and you set my kitchen on fire?! Where’s your father?!”

Aubrey shuts the door and gestures for Viola to follow and they turn the corner past a wall. When they pushed the swing door open they see the oven door open with flames, Liz next to it crammed in a counter corner with Jasper and Forrest with Aubrey’s mother who seems to be in the middle of getting dressed with her robe and curlers in her head staring all three down. Auibrey shouts loud enough so that he’s heard this time.

“We’re here!”

Finally the rest of the family stops talking and turn toward the two. Before they could react, bursting through the other entrance to the kitchen is Aubrey’s father with a fire extinguisher and sprays it blinding hitting the oven flames but also dowsing his children.

“Its handle kids so don’t get your mother...Oh Sadie darling--.”

The older woman holds up her hand and silences her husband.

“I don’t want to hear it Richard. I’m going to finish changing and we’ll discuss this later. And that goes for you three as well.”

“Ma, are you serious? This was totally the twins fault-”

Jasper quickly cuts Liz off.

“Oh no, you had just as much responsibility as Forrest and-

The older woman steps toward her children and raises her voice.

“Enough! You all may be all grown up but once in this household that’s null and void. We all will be talking about this later. Do I make myself clear.” her voice is almost ice.

They all murmur a yes ma’am.

“Good, I expect all of you to get this place cleaned up including you, my darling husband.”

As soon as those words left her mouth the four of them start trying to clean up the mess of the foam and the burnt dinner. As they all shuffle around, Shiloh enters as she’s typing on her cellphone.

“Good news, Gram! I ordered Chinese and it will be here in another ten minutes!”

Smiling at her granddaughter Sadie makes her way to press a small kiss on her forehead.

“Aww. Oh you are just the most perfect grandchild a grandmother could have.”

Finally Sadie turns her attention back to her youngest and gives them a bright yet tired smile.

She walks toward the young couple and hugs her son first before hugging Viola.

“I’ll tell you Viola, being a Watson is no dull moment. So lovely to meet you in person dear. And who are the adorable creatures with you.

“Umm lovely to meet you too Mrs. Wats-”

“Oh honey you’re practically my daughter-in-law, please call me Sadie.”

“Before Viola respond she could hear Sadie’s voice clear as day.

(“My little baby not only introducing this woman to the family but bringing her home to me without a fuss?! She most definitely is the one. Plus the fact she hasn’t ran from our nonsense, she’ll fit in nicely.”)

Viola felt the blush hit her cheeks but ignored it so she speaks with much more confidence.

“Okay, heh Sadie this little guy is Underoos and the Sass Queen in the carrier is  Fauna.”

Sadie pets Underoos as he licks her hand and then focuses on Fauna then turns back to the young couple.

“Just precious. Well I need to get myself more together. Oh and I see you brought wine! Sweetie, you don’t know how much I need this right now. Let me get changed and we’ll talk more when dinner arrives. ”

Sadie moves past the tow and head toward the stairs.

Viola says hello to the rest who are still finishing up cleaning then turns to let the animals out. Once she finishes Aubrey finds her and he wraps her in his arms.

“So I hope you’re no longer scared.

“I’m not. Your family is so quirky. And I mean that in the best way possible.”

“No, no, no it's true. I was hoping the entire drive here they wouldn’t embarrass me but I gave up because I knew it was inevitable.”

“Now I wouldn't say embarrass, more like entertainment.”

Smiling down at her Aubrey begins to lean down to kiss Viola when he’s interrupted by his older brother.

“Hey Snobery why don’t you stop hogging ya girl and share her with the rest of the family.”

He rolls his eyes as Viola laughs and tugged him along.

“Don’t you worry Jasper there’s enough of me to go around.”

Aubrey watches as Viola meshes easily with his family and he couldn't help but think to himself and unbeknownst to him, Viola hears him.

(“Everything seems to finally be falling in place.”)

Viola smiles to herself and thinks.

(“I couldn’t agree more.”)

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[bangtann-bangdamn]

Dating... Jung Hoseok

Warnings: Smut, teeny tiny bit of angst.

Master list

Kim Seokjin ♥ Min Yoongi ♥ Jung Hoseok ♥ Kim Namjoon ♥ Park Jimin ♥ Kim Taehyung ♥ Jeon Jungkook ♥ 

Disclaimer: I know nothing about annulments, but let’s pretends that this is how they work

~♥~

Meet cute:

It was supposed to be a nice weekend away with your friends

You’d been stressed at work

And to make matters worse, your boyfriend of 4 years had just broken up with you

Well, it was a year ago

But that’s not the point

They knew you needed a break from reality

Which is how you end up meeting Hoseok

They booked a weekend away at a hotel as far as humanly possible from home without leaving the country

When you were all checking in, Hoseok and his friends turned up

There was a minor catastrophe when, as you were turning to make your way to your room, your old suitcase decided to fall apart

Literally

As you turned to pull the suitcase, the handle came off and, as if the universe wanted to make the moment as dreadful as possible the stitching around the zip popped open and your overly-packed suitcase came springing out

Maybe it was karma for over packing, but you liked to be prepared!

Unfortunately for you, your lacy red thong was one of the few items that came out

You didn’t immediately notice in your embarrassment of having to pick up your clothes

Not until a kind hand was holding them in front of you

“I think you dropped this”

Hoseok would be trying to contain his smile

But honestly?

You were very pretty and he was having a hard time not imagining you wearing them  

You quickly snatched them away, absolutely mortified

You thanked him as you shoved your clothes back into your suitcase that a kind concierge helped you carry to your room

Your friends teased you in the elevator

You groaned, wishing out loud that you wouldn’t have to see him again for the rest of the weekend

Unfortunately for you, Hoseok and friends had the room opposite yours

Which you found out when you and the girls were leaving for dinner and you bumped into them

One of Hoseok’s friend’s loudly exclaimed ‘It’s the thong girl!’ the moment he saw you

Your friends and his quickly bonded over the whole situation whilst you were completely mortified once again

Hoseok would apologise for his friends and offer to buy you a drink

You’d decline, stating you were actually going out for dinner

You’d part ways outside the hotel, both groups getting into different taxi’s 

You’d have a couple of drinks with dinner at the restaurant

So it’s only natural that you and your friends decide to keep the party going and head to the closest bar

Where you are met with another chorus of ‘thong girl!’

Only this time you have alcohol in your system

So you roll your eyes as you saunter up to them and announce ‘And that’s the only time you will ever see my thong, boys, so appreciate it’

You settle next to Hoseok at the bar, who’s failing to conceal his laughter

‘I believe you said you’d buy me a drink’

‘That I did’

What starts off as one drink turns into another

And then another

Your group of friends mingle together

You end up spending the night talking to Hoseok

Flirting with Hoseok

Because he really was handsome

By the time your group decide to head back to the hotel, you and Hoseok are as thick as thieves

Which is why, when you announce that you and Hoseok were going to the hotel bar for a couple more drinks, your friends whistle and tease as they all head up to their rooms for the night

The playfulness continues as you and Hoseok continues to drink

You wind up telling him about your ex, which, under normal circumstances, would put off any romantic potential in an instant

But Hoseok understands what it feels like

Which is probably why you end up talking about marriage

Or, more importantly, what it would be like to face your ex in a happy relationship

Upon hearing the word ‘marriage’, the bartender fills you in that the hotel actually offers a package

You’re not sure who suggested it because the next thing you know you’re waking up in bed beside Hoseok with a ring on your finger

First argument:

When you wake up the next morning, you freak out

Never in a million years did you imagine going on holiday and coming back married

To a stranger

Your freak out wakes Hoseok up

Who finds the whole situation hilarious

But all you can think about is how much hassle this is going to be

Hoseok asks why you can’t give it a go? 

Clearly, you like each other

But this wasn’t in your plan

Thankfully you were both in your clothes so you can apply for an annulment as soon as you can

You continue to bicker about it on the way down to breakfast

Your friends are already down there, the two groups eating at one table

But so is someone else

Your ex is sitting at a table by the door with a girl you can only assume is his new girlfriend

He sees you immediately and stands up to greet you

You tense as you accept his brief hug

He asks who your ‘friend’ is

Immediately you reply ‘My husband’ without thinking

Which obviously leads to the question 

‘How long have you been married?’

And you just

Stop

Working

Because what are you supposed to say?

You married him last night

The same night you met?

But Hoseok chimes in and tells him you’ve been together for 6 months

He wraps his arms around you

Your ex is sceptical at first

Which isn’t surprising considering how long you dated

Which leads to...

Your first kiss:

Hoseok makes the decision right there and then to kiss you

He intended it to be a quick peck

But that quickly goes out the window when you open your mouth

For a moment, you both forget that you’re making out in front of your ex

Until your ex clears his throat and you’re reminded that you are playing tonsil tennis with a stranger

Your ex is less than impressed

But, for once, you don’t care

You tell him it was nice to see him before taking Hoseok’s hand and leading him over to your friends

You quietly thank him for his quick thinking and ask what you can do to repay him

He smiles as you both sit down at your friend’s tables

Ignoring the wolf whistles his friends send your way

Then he leans over and whispers in your ear

‘Let me take you on a date’

Your first date

As you’re technically on holiday for a few more days, he decides a midnight swim in the hotel pool is the way forward

Your friends find the whole situation hilarious because you’re doing everything backwards

You’re more concerned about the fact that you don’t have a swimming costume

When you meet Hoseok outside the pool, you confess that you won’t be swimming

When you tell him why he grins 

He wiggles his brows seductively when he suggests you both skinny dip

You want to refuse because you’re not the type to skinny dip

But you stop yourself

You also weren’t the type to get married to a stranger

Yet here you are

So you agree

He’s quick to whip off all his clothes

You’re so shocked that you quickly turn your back to him until you hear him splash into the pool

He calls for you to join him

You tell him to turn away

He rolls his eyes but turns around without comment

You quickly undress, nervous

But also incredibly excited

You quietly lower yourself into the warm water and swim so you’re behind Hoseok

‘Okay, turn around’

Immediately his gaze lowers to your breasts

You splash him immediately, calling him a perv with a laugh

He agrees with the biggest grin as he splashes you back

Which begins a brief splash war

He wins when he grabs you by your waist and pulls you to his chest 

You're reminded that you’re both completely naked when you feel his toned chest against your back

You forget how to breath

He lightly places a kiss on your shoulder

You shudder, despite not feeling cold

You feel warm

Hot, actually

When you don’t reject him, he goes ahead and places another kiss on your shoulder, this time slightly closer to your neck

You relax in his hold, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder

You don’t resist when his fingers gently touch your chin 

Nor when he moves your face to kiss you

They’re light pecks at best

But you feel them right through your body

You turn your body to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands hold your hips

He moves his lips to your jaw, gently grazing your skin with his teeth

You moan softly

You think to yourself that this is madness

Standing completely naked in a pool

With a stranger

Having the best kiss of your life

With a stranger

But then again, you were married to said stranger

And the longer you’re with him

The longer he peppers kisses along your shoulder, jaw, lips

You feel like you know him

He pulls away suddenly

Looking down at you through his lashes, he asks softly

‘What are my chances of seeing you again?’

You take a step away from him

Because you won’t get to see him again

And the reality of it all comes flooding back to you

‘We’ll have to see each other again at the annulment’ 

You smile but you don’t feel it

Your words have soured the evening

You can’t stop thinking

You married a stranger

A stranger!

What would your parent's think?

It sobers Hoseok

He quietly climbs out of the pool, wrapping a towel around himself before holding one out for you, turning away without you having to ask

You sit next to each other on one of the chairs

He asks if you have to get an annulment

You’re less certain this time, but you tell him you have too

Who has their first date after getting married?

He nods even though he wants to argue against it

Who says you can’t marry a stranger?

Drunk or not, he knew there was something about you

Drunk Hoseok was insightful

But he knows this is weird

So he asks for your number instead

You bid goodbye outside your rooms

He hesitates before kissing you one last time

You don’t get to see him again before you leave

You don’t admit it to anyone, but it breaks your heart a little.

Your annulment

A week after you return home, you text Hoseok

‘Annulment is in 6 months. Is that okay with you?’

He doesn’t reply for a few hours

But when he does, he calls

You’re getting ready for bed when you answer

He whines your name and you can’t help but smile

‘6 months! Can’t you make it sooner, I miss you’

You laugh, not wanting to admit that you could have made it sooner

Like

A lot sooner

But you wanted to be selfish for once

You tell Hoseok it was the only time available

He sighs loudly

But really he’s smiling

Because that’s 6 months

6 months to convince you

He asks how your day was and quickly you settle into an easy conversation

You end up talking for nearly 2 hours

You go to bed with a smile

But by the next morning, you realise how stupid you’re being

Just because you’re technically married doesn’t mean he’ll be in your life

Then you check your phone and find a good morning text from him and all your doubts disappear

You slowly get into a routine

Texting throughout the day

With a goodnight call before bed

He always manages to call you while you’re climbing into bed

Then one night he doesn’t

You text him a bunch of times to make sure he’s okay

But he never responds

You’re so restless that night, you don’t sleep

You’re far too worried

What if something happened?

He ends up calling in the early hours of the morning

You answer on the third ring, heart in your throat

He cries his apologies down the phone

He’s drunk and panicking that you’re mad at him

You relax at the sound of his voice, telling him you’re not mad

Just worried

That makes his heart flutter

You end up talking until the sun rises

But from then on he makes sure to text you everything

Because he doesn’t want to worry you

Without either of you realising, 6 months have passed

You offer up your couch for him to sleep on while the proceedings happen

You meet him at the station

A piece of paper with his name written on

He smiles when he sees you

You’re pretty sure he radiates more energy than the sun when he smiles

But you don't mind as you wrap yourself around him in a hug

You give him a brief tour of the city whilst you drive to your apartment

Unaware that he hasn’t heard a word 

Because he’s consumed with looking at you

6 months apart and you only got more beautiful in his eyes

Neither of you can sleep that night

Thinking about how close you are

But neither of you move

Because this time tomorrow, you won’t be married anymore

It’s awkward waiting to talk to the judge

You end up fiddling with the rings on your fingers

You realise then that you never actually took off your wedding ring

Hoseok places his hand on yours

He wants to calm you, but all it does is make butterflies flurry in your stomach

You look down at your entwined hands

He hasn’t taken off his ring either

You stop breathing

Then the judge makes his announcement

‘You two aren’t married’

Hoseok stutters

‘It’s that quick?!’

The judge shakes his head 

‘You misunderstand. You two were never married’

Turns out that the ‘official’ marriage ceremony wasn’t all the at official

You laugh as you walk back to your car

All these months you were worried

For nothing

You hesitate in starting your car, knowing you need to drop Hoseok off at the station

But you don’t want to

You stare at your hands on the steering wheel

You still have your wedding ring on

You don’t want to take it off either

‘Let me take you out for dinner?’ Hoseok asks

You agree immediately

You take him to your favourite restaurant a stone’s throw away from your apartment

He makes you laugh so hard, wine comes out your nose

Which makes him laugh so hard he snorts

And you forget to be embarrassed 

You’re both a little drunk when you walk back, holding hands

You tell yourself it’s straight to bed when you walk through the door

But then Hoseok leads you to the couch and pulls you down with him

You laugh and wiggle in his grasp

But ultimately you give up on trying to break free

You just stare at each other for a while 

Then he leans down and places a light kiss on your lips

Which leads to...

Your first time

You deepen the kiss when he tries to pull away

All you can think about as you run your hand down his chest is how this could be the last time you see him

Unaware that he’s thinking about how he never wants this to end

When you slip your hand under his shirt, Hoseok tenses

You pause, pulling away to gauge his reaction

His eyes are closed

His tongue darts out to wet his lips

You place a light kiss on his jaw as your hand slides lower

He moans softly, hands flying to your waist

He finds your lips again and really kisses you

As clothes start to fly off, you can’t help but think that Hoseok’s still a stranger

You’re not sure how well you know him

But you trust him

You trust him more than you’ve ever trusted your ex

When he goes down on you, your eyes flutter close

He’s slow, methodical

Every time you get close to cumming, he pulls away

You realise he’d edging you after the third time

You’re practically crying with need when you beg him to stop

Which he gladly does as he kisses his way up your body

You moan in unison when he finally enters you

You feel so full of him that you don’t want him to stop

He’s slow as he thrusts in you

You think he’s teasing you again

But he’s so close

He wants you to feel good

He wants you to remember him

He starts rubbing your clit when he realises he’s close

It’s more than enough to tip you over the edge

He quickly follows

Afterwards, he’ll carry you to your bed for round 2

Quickly followed by round 3

Let’s face it, you don’t get a lot of sleep that night

You wake up the next morning with your head on his chest

He’s lightly drawing circles on your back as he looks up at the ceiling

You wonder what it would be like if you two were really married

Would you feel this calm every morning?

You place a kiss on his chest

He doesn’t look down at you as he says ‘good morning’

But you can see his smile

You sit up to get a better look at him

He stops drawing to watch you

‘It’s a good thing we don’t need an annulment anymore’ you joke

Hoseok looks away from you

‘Yeah, a good thing’

Hoseok’s a little quiet that morning

You start to think about whether he regrets sleeping with you

It’s only when you’re standing at the station with him that he confesses

‘I don’t want to stop seeing you’

Neither do you

You kiss him, not sure what to say

Because you live so far away

But he tells you that he doesn’t care

You could live on Saturn and he’d still want to be with you

So you decide to make it work

With your heart in your stomach, you say goodbye

You cry on your way home

Because you miss him so much already

Saying ‘I love you’ for the first time

It’s so hard

For the first couple of weeks, you’re just trying to find a way to make it work

There are more fails than successes

But you quickly find a rhythm

A good morning text

A call at lunchtime

A facetime at dinner

Without thinking, you’re talking to him all the time

Which makes the evenings worse

Because all you can think about,

All you want is him beside you

But that’s not possible

Not when you love your job and he has an established dance company to think about

You have to make do with a virtual relationship

Then one evening there’s a knock at your door

And he’s there with sunflowers

He’s opening up a new dance studio in your city, leaving the other studio in the hands of his friend

He didn’t want to be away from you

You tell him he’s crazy

You barely know each other

‘We do crazy things when we’re in love’

He knew it from the moment you sat beside him in the bar

Drunk Hoseok may be impulsive, but he’s usually right

You try to argue with him that he can’t make life-changing decisions based on a drunken mistake

‘I don’t regret it’

He steps closer to you

‘Do you?’

‘No’ you say

Because as crazy as it is, you don’t

But you have to realistic about these things

You start listing off all the reasons why this is crazy

He shuts you up with a kiss

He smiles when you can’t remember what you were saying

He pecks your lips and says the one thing that makes your heart soar

‘I just want to be with my wife’

You end up telling him to move in after a week of apartment hunting

And it becomes a joke to refer to each other as husband and wife

But you’ve never said those 3 little words

Even after living with each other for months

Then during one of your lunchtime calls its slips out

You have to say goodbye to him to deal with an emergency

So you say it without thinking

‘I love you, bye’

You don’t realise what you said until he’s there

In your office

Sweating because he just sprinted over to tell you he loves you too

You laugh as you kiss him

When he proposes (for real this time)

You’d have been together for a few years

In all honesty, you kind of forgot that you weren’t really married

But Hoseok hasn’t

He quietly mentions one evening whilst you're lying in bed how he wished you had a real wedding and honeymoon

He’s cuddling you from behind so you can’t read his face

But you sigh

Because you kind of wished you had too

You tell him that you’re kind of glad you got fake married to him

You really needed something extreme to happen after your ex

You were so absorbed in your career

He asks what’s stopping you from getting married now

You laugh, thinking he’s joking

But he’s not

It’s all he could think about for months

That and babies

Because he would really like to have some with you

You turn to face him

Agreeing to a low-key ceremony 

But he’s not having that

He wants to go all out

Show you off to the world

Because you’re the kind of girl who deserves to be shown off

You laugh, asking if the drunk marriage wasn’t enough

He’d confess that he doesn’t really remember that part

But he’d like to

Because he wants to remember every moment with you

So you say yes

Because you want to remember every moment with him, too.