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DT - Just Drunk 3/3

Description: It’s finally your first date night with Steve, and everything starts out great. But then things start to take a drastic turn for the worst, and you are both left helplessly watching as the night crashes and burns before your very eyes. Whoever said that having best friends was a good thing, clearly lied to all of us... Masterlist HERE.

Word Count: 11,470 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG. Warnings: Curse words. Awkward moments. Shitty friends.

Requested: Nah, this is just the third and final part to this mini series.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

It’s finally here!! The final part of Drunk Twitter! And my entry to @justkending milestone celebration!! My prompt will be in bold and was: “Ever wanted to smack someone upside the head with a frying pan?” “Cause I’m getting that feeling right now.” CONGRATS TO YOU, LOVELY, ON YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE! Here’s to many, many more followers to come for you! You deserve the whole damn world. Oh! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL!! I hope you had a wonderful day, locked in your house lol ❤️❤️❤️

That was hands down the worst date that either you, or Steve, had ever been on, in your entire separate lives. And that was saying a lot, considering Steve was just over 100 years old, and you weren’t exactly a spry young chicken yourself. At least when it came to the dating world, you weren’t.

So why, exactly, was this date such a colossal disaster, you ask? Oh, well, let us show you it in its entirety, from start to finish. Then you’ll understand exactly why, and when, it all went to hell in a handbag.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

Tonight’s the night. After 5 days of intense mood swings, calling your friends crying and begging for pep talks, hardly getting any tasks done at work, issues with sleeping, and a few very large glasses of wine—read, just the straight bottle. No glasses were used, because we aren’t about that life here— It’s finally Friday night AKA your date night with Steve. And—oh fuck, nope, no, nu uh. You can’t do this. You just can’t!

You flop down onto the ridiculous pile of clothes that is now your bedroom floor and try to bury yourself within it. You can’t do this. You really can’t. So instead, you will just burrow into these clothes and they will become your home now. Lindsey and Tyler can drop off food once a week to sustain you, and if you get an extension cord, you could totally rig up your laptop in here.

Note to self: regardless of if you stay buried in these clothes or not, you really do need to get an extension cord. They are honestly useful as fuck.

But back to the main issue at hand here, which was agreeing to this ridiculous date. That was a horrible idea! Honestly, what were you even thinking?! You know you don’t take stress well, that you overthink and panic over even the smallest of upsets, but shit—wait, where was I going with this again? OH! Right! Who do you even think you are? Going on a damn date with thee Steve Rogers! The most gentlemanly, gentleman that ever gentlemaned! Shit!

And then there is you, a washed up journalist with hair that never cooperates, pores the size of Russia, and—you swear that—you walk with a limp, because you are positive that one leg is just slightly shorter than the other. You swear it! On your damn life!

Okay, so maaaaaybe you are overreaching here just a tad, again. But the point still stands. You aren’t special, or a superhero, or ya know, God's gift to the world. You are just you. Y/N Y/L/N. So how is it that you scored a date with thee sweetest, most down to earth, most handsome guy out there? Damn. Maybe good Karma really is a thing?—No, no. You shake your head, vehemently. Because in that case, you would have ended up getting shit on by a bird or something, instead of going on a date with Steve..

Alright, it’s decided. You aren’t going on this date. You don’t deserve to go on this date. You’ll just pick up your phone and call—no! Text! Facing him...err, ya know, what your voice? Shit, doesn’t matter, what does though is the fact that you having to cancel over the phone would just be way too hard, and far too heartbreaking. A text is super impersonal, but much easier. And—hey! Don’t judge us! We never claimed to be courageous! We are basically the damn cowardly lion in human form over here. So come to terms with that. Own it. It’s a part of who we are now.

You groan, moving your arms around languidly over the insane pile of clothes beneath you, in search of your cellular communication device. The movement reminds you of making snow angels as a kid, so just for good measure you move your legs as well, and allow the random procrastinating train of thought to continue on for a few more minutes. Hoping it will calm your nerves even a little.

It obviously doesn’t, but it does cause you to giggle, and locate your phone, so that’s a win, you guess. You pick the phone up and bring it to above your face, your eyes instantly widening when you realize the time. 5:46pm. Shit! Steve is supposed to be here at 6! There is no way you can text and cancel now! You’re willing to bet he’ll be here at exactly 6, and he is probably driving as we speak, therefore he won’t even get your text till he is outside your apartment. And shit, cancelling at this point is just fucking mean. You have to go on this date now, you have no choice.

You groan loudly again as you barrel roll off the pile of clothes and awkwardly climb to your feet, heading over to the mirror to take a second look at the 15th outfit you’ve tried on tonight. But before you can give it a thorough re-looking over, your phone rings abruptly and you jump, almost chucking it across the room. Man, you are clearly far too jumpy tonight, and you always have this weird desperate need to involuntarily destroy your phone. Like what even is that? Your phone continues to ring, and you quickly answer it, not even checking who is calling. “H-hello?”

“Breathe. What are you wearing?”

Lindsey, it’s Lindsey. You glance down, “dark wash jeans, a black sheer blouse, and my black ankle boot heels.” You freeze, realization and then irrational fear taking hold, as you stare back at yourself in the mirror. “Oh shit, do you think I’m too underdressed? Oh crap! I am, aren’t I? I should have worn a dress! He’s from the damn 30’s! Oh fu—“

“Woman!” Lindsey cuts you off, “just breathe, babe, damn. You are overthinking this whole thing way too much. Your outfit is perfect, I bet you look like a freaking fox right now, and I know for a fact you will blow Steve away. So just simmer your shit a little, okay?”

You nod slowly to your reflection, realizing Lindsey can’t see the action you quickly mumble. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be okay, I look fine, I’m fine. I’m breathing now. Promise.”

“Very convincing,” Lindsey snarks and you can damn near hear her rolling her eyes at you.

You are about to snark back at her, but a few light knocks on your door halt the words in your throat. Shiiiiit! He’s here!

“Fuck! Linds!” You hiss. “He’s here! What do I do?!”

“Jesus,” she sighs, exasperated, “you get off the phone and answer the door! And then have a wonderful fucking night. It’s that simple.”

“Okay. Okay. You’re right, again, it sounds simple enough. I got this.” Yet the words don’t sound convincing at all. At least not to your ears.

“You do,” she reaffirms. “Now repeat after me, I look great. I will rock this damn date. I will blow him away with my looks and my interesting and funny conversation topics. Because I got this shit on lock.”

“Yes, I second everything you just said. But I have to go! Bye!” You pulled the phone from your ear and are just about to hang up, when you hear.

“Wait!!” Ring from the phone's speaker, and you halt from hanging up, putting the phone back to your ear.

“Yes?” You question in a rushed manner, needing to get off the phone so you can answer the door and not leave Steve Rogers standing idly in your hallway for all your neighbours to see.

“Call me as soon as the date ends!! Or there will be hell to pay!” She warns. “I want all the dirty details, so don’t forget a damn thing! And most of all, have fuuuuun!” She singsongs the last part.

“Will do! Bye!” You hang up quickly before she can say anything else. Was that rude? Probably. Do you care at the moment? Not in the slightest. You’ll make it up to her later.

You rush from your room, closing the door behind you so he can’t catch even a small glimpse of the chaos that has become your bedroom floor. Then you make your way to your front door, pulling on your heel booties and grabbing your jacket from the back of your dining room chair before pulling it on as well. With one last look at yourself in your entryway mirror, you pull open your door and your heart damn near leaps from your chest at just the sight of him alone.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

Finding her address took way less time than he thought it would, and once he parks he realizes just how early he is. He couldn’t go up yet, could he? No, no, arriving too early is ‘bad form’, as Sam had put it, and ‘makes you look too eager,’ as Bucky had added. Both men were not being overly helpful, at all. But then Nat had piped up, and said to ignore both guys, and the true reason you don’t want to show up too early is because she probably won’t be ready, and it’s never good to rush a woman’s pre-date prepping process. So after Nat’s words of wisdom replay in his mind, he decides to wait it out, and head up closer to 6. Not wanting to rush you in any way, shape, or form.

But the second the clock clicks to 5:55, he is out of the car and halfway to your apartment's front door. He is just about to buzz your number, when another resident exits the door and sees him standing there. The residents eyes widen comically upon realization that Captain America is currently standing outside their apartment, and with a few stuttered words of praise and thanks, the resident steps aside, still holding the door, and allows Steve access to the apartments lobby.

With a sincere and rushed ‘Thank you’, Steve makes his way into the building and up to the 4rd floor to your apartment door. He glances down at his watch and sees that it’s now 5:59, right on time, he thinks. He quickly pats down his clothes, trying to smooth them out and eradicate the wrinkles from sitting in the car for so long. And just as the clock ticks over to 6:00, he takes a deep breath, and raises his hand, knocking loudly on the fake wood door.

His super soldier ears pick up the shuffled sounds of movement and the murmur of a soft voice through the door. Though he can’t make out the words, and yes, if he focused himself he probably could, but your privacy is still important to him. Even though he’s sort of taken it away from you once or twice in the past. Be it by looking at Tony’s file on you, or constantly creeping your social media accounts. Granted, social media is you putting it out there to the world, so it’s not exactly a breach of privacy. But yet, it still made Steve feel weird and creepy for doing it, so that sort of counts, at least in his mind it does—

The door abruptly opening cuts off Steve’s train of thought, and then the sight now before him causes his mind to just blank. With no hopes in it recovering anytime soon, because you are breathtaking. More beautiful than the last time he saw you, and that’s saying something because he was almost rendered speechless the first time. And this time, he is.

How the hell is he going to make it through this night, if he can’t even say a word from just the sight of you, alone?! Oh hell, he’s doomed.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

A silent moment goes by, neither one of you uttering so much as a syllable. Just both standing there, staring at each other and speechless. Finally you find your voice and drag it back from its hiding place. “Uh, hi,” you wave awkwardly—And woooow, clearly you only dragged a part of it back. And also, a freaking wave?!? What are you, 12? You’d facepalm right now, if it weren’t for the tall blonde standing directly in front of you currently.

Steve gives you a shy smile, and an awkward wave in return, “Hi.”

Okay, so at least you aren’t the only awkward one. That’s good, you guess. “Shall we?” You ask, pointing past Steve at the empty hallway.

He nods quickly, “yeah. Yeah, let’s go.” And then he steps out of the doorway to allow you room to exit your apartment. You quickly do, turning to close and lock your door, and then you direct your attention back to the Adonis beside you, as you both begin to walk towards the stairwell door.

A silence looms over you both, you aren’t exactly sure what to say, and it would appear Steve has the same sentiments. You make your way down the stairs and out your apartment buildings front door, and then you freeze. Completely. You gape at the all black car, currently parked on the curb outside your building. “Is that,” you pause, your voice barely coming out above a whisper, so you clear your throat, “is that a Mclaren P1?” You turn to look back at Steve, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open.

He gives you a bashful look, “it is. I’m sorry, I was planning to bring my bike, but then Nat told me you might be wearing a dress, and that even if you weren’t, the helmet would just mess up your hair,” he trails off, glancing at the car and mumbling, “So Tony forced me into taking this ridiculous car.”

You chuckle softly and turn to look back at your dream car, sitting just 25 feet away. “Not ridiculous at all. If I ever won the lottery, that’s the first thing I’d buy,” you gesture to the car and then a cold sweat rips through you, and you quickly look down to inspect your clothes. Or rather, the ass of your jeans.

There is no way in hell you are getting in that car, until you are positive there isn’t a single thing on your jeans that could accidentally be transferred to the seats. You could NEVER afford to replace one of those seats, they are insanely expensive and your measly junior journalist pay would not cut it. You’d be back paying till you were old and grey. No! Longer than that, you’d have to leave your debt owing to Tony Stark in your damn Will. So that your poor children and grandchildren could continue to pay it off after you’re dead and gone. That’s how expensive they are.

A soft chuckle from behind you causes your eyes to flick up and realize that Steve is watching your every move. Including how you just checked your own ass out. Wonderful. Way to go, smart one!

“Ah, shall we?” You ask, yet again, as clearly that’s the only words you have in your repertoire tonight. Some journalist you are. Steve gives you a large grin, and nods, then he places his hand on your lower back and leads you towards your dream car. And if this wasn’t a first date, and that wasn’t Tony Stark's car, you’d have totally asked if you could drive it. But you refrain, this time.

Steve lifts up the passenger door for you,—yes, ‘lifts up’. Butterfly doors are just far too damn cool for words!— like the gentleman he is and you thank him quietly as you slip in. And the second the door is closed, your eyes excitedly bounce around the car's interior, taking in all of it as you may never get a chance to sit in a Mclaren again. And you don’t want to miss or forget a single detail about this damn car.

Steve slips into the driver's seat and clicks in his seatbelt, reminding you that you should probably do the same. So you quickly click yours in as well. Then he turns to you, “you like cars, I take it?”

“Something like that,” you chuckle as he pushes a button to start up the car and it roars to life. Which yeah, that causes your insides to do a little happy dance of excitement at just the sound of this beast alone. “My dad was a mechanic, and an avid supercar enthusiast. So I grew up around cars and at race tracks.”

Steve hums his acknowledgement of your words, as he pulls away from the curb. “I’m more of a bike guy, myself. But I can appreciate a beautiful car.”

You smile at him, happy that you’ve both managed to get over your initial awkwardness and settled on a topic you are comfortable and knowledgeable in. “I like bikes as well, though I’m nowhere near coordinated enough for two wheels, so I stick to four.”

He chuckles, and takes a second to glance over at you before focusing back on the road, “Well, I’ll have to take you out on my bike one day,” he pauses and then quickly adds, “If um, if you’d be interested in that?”

You nod enthusiastically, “I’d really like that.”

You see the hint of a smile form on the side of his lips, “okay. I can make that happen.”

Then what his words actually meant hits you, and you freeze up again. Because, wait, did he just ask you on a second date?! Did he just imply that he already knows he wants a second date? Even before this one has actually started? Shit, what are you supposed to do with that information?! Thank God your frazzled and slightly slow mind hadn’t clued into this until after you’d answered him. Or you could have just ended up not replying at all, and making the poor guy think you didn’t want to see him again. Or that you weren’t enjoying yourself so far. Which couldn’t be further from the truth.

You pull your head out of your ass, and decide to ignore your insecurities and fears, and just talk to Steve. So you start asking him simple questions about himself, nothing too deep, just surface stuff, and as the car ride continues on, you find yourself relaxing more and more.

You both just talk the entire way to the restaurant and before you know it, the car is coming to a stop and Steve is climbing out and handing the valet his keys. He quickly makes his way around to your side and opens up the door before you can even attempt to get it yourself, he offers you a hand and helps you out, and yeah, that makes you swoon a little more. But just a little.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

As he pulls open the restaurant's door for Y/N, and guides her inside, he starts to finally calm down. Thank God his implication of wanting a second date so soon into the first one, hadn’t scared her off. Bucky had told him to play it aloof, leave her wanting more. Sam had told him to be cool, and to think before he spoke. And Nat had told him, once again, to ignore the guys and just be himself. If he wanted to say something to her, to just freaking say it. Be open, and honest, and not some fabricated asshole or casanova. Because that wasn’t him, and girls could usually see right through that shit. So he’d once again decided to go with Nat’s advice, as hers seemed the least scary. And the most realistic.

But when the words had left his mouth, he’d almost groaned and banged his head against the steering wheel. Because who the hell brings up a second date, 5 minutes into the first? That was way too eager of him, to just assume she’d even be interested in the first place. But yet, it had worked out in his favour, because she’d replied instantly, and excitedly, that she’d really like that. So maybe just being himself, and saying what was in his head was the best option after all. It did score him a second date, so clearly this was going well. If he was any judge of things, that is.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

Your eyes land on the beautiful young woman standing behind a podium, and the moment her eyes flick up and locked on you both, a large grin forms on her lips. You honestly don’t know what to make of the smile, it’s not exactly one you’d have expected, and you can’t place why it makes you feel so awkward.

It’s odd for sure, but then she speaks and her voice is a polar opposite to her grin. It’s sweet and soft, and calming. “Good evening you two, do you have a reservation? Or just looking for a table?”

“We have a reservation, under Rogers,” Steve answers and you aren’t sure if he is getting the same odd vibes as you are, maybe he is used to people reacting weirdly to his presence. Or maybe, you are just finally going fully crazy, but one glance up at the large blonde, and seeing the slight furrow of his brow, tell you that this isn’t normal, or maybe he is picking up on the same weird vibes that you are. So you aren’t going crazy—at least not this time, you aren’t.

She nods quickly, then picks up two menus and asks you both to follow her. She leads you through the restaurant and to a back corner table. “Here you are,” she says as she places the menus down on the table. “Your waiter will be with you shortly,” she adds, and you are positive that she is trying not to laugh. But you have no idea why. So far, every moment you’ve spent in this restaurant has been so damn weird. But you put that thought out of your mind as she leaves you both alone and scurries off back to her podium.

Steve helps you out of your jacket hanging it on your chair, then he pulls the chair out for you, and you thank him as you sit. He moves to sit across from you, as your eyes flick back over to the woman at the podium, and you notice she is watching you both. Clearly trying to hide that fact, but it’s pretty damn obvious. Once Steve is settled, you snap your eyes back to him, “that was weird, wasn’t it?”

He peers over his shoulder and also glances at the hostess for a second, before turning back to you. “Yeah, that was odd.”

“Does that always happen to you? Do people react to you like that all the time?”

He shakes his head, “sometimes they react, but never like that. That was a first for me.”

You nod, chuckling quietly as you pick up your menu and open it, “okay, so I wasn’t the only one that thought that was weird.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

“No,” Steve chuckles as he opens his menu as well. “You weren’t.”

He has never had someone react to his presence like that, he’s had people cry, scream, and laugh uncontrollably. Hell, he’s even had a few people faint, but never has a stranger reacted like that to him before. He isn’t sure what to make of the grin she gave him, it was almost like she was in on something that he wasn’t. And he did not like that thought, not one bit. He pushes the thoughts from his mind, as they both take a few moments to peruse the menus quietly.

A shadow falls over the table and Steve assumes the waiter has arrived, he continues to look over the menu as they place two waters on the table and begin to speak. “Good evening, my name is,” there is a strange pause and then a very awkward sounding, “Will,” is added. “And I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you both off with something to drink?”

Steve furrows his brows, because he is sure he recognizes that voice. He is 100% positive that he’s heard it many, many times—You have got to be kidding him!? His eyes snap up and lock onto a very familiar set of brown eyes, and then his narrow into a glare. And even with very real looking facial hair, he could spot Sam from a damn mile away. What the fuck is Sam doing here? And as his waiter, no less. And just like that, the hostess’ reaction now makes perfect freaking sense.

Steve quickly glances at Y/N, hoping she hasn’t looked up just yet, seeing that she is still buried in her menu, then he flicks his eyes back to ‘Will’ and he narrows them. The aforementioned ‘waiter’ just gives him a cheeky grin in return. ‘What are you doing here?’ He mouths to his soon to be ex best friend.

‘Taking your drink orders,’ Sam mouths back with a ‘duh’ expression on his face, causing Steve's eyes to narrow even more in warning.

“I’ll just take an iced tea,” Y/N pipes up and Steve shakes his head before begrudgingly saying, “and I’ll take a beer, whatever’s on tap.”

“Excellent choices,” Sam says excitedly and shoots Steve one more cheeky grin before he damn near runs away from the table. Leaving Steve feeling super confused, very irritated and entirely nervous as to just what his friend—hold that thought, he quickly glances around the restaurant, and his eyes lock on a table on the other side with three men and a woman, all in horrible disguises and he instantly knows who they are. Bucky, Tony, Clint and Nat—what his friends, he corrects in his head, have planned. Seriously, what the hell are they doing?!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

After ordering your drink, you finally decide which meal you’d like and then you place your menu down and glance up at Steve, curious if he’s decided yet or not. But before you can ask, you notice that he looks super out of it now. Like he is lost in thought, and he is entirely focused on something at the other side of the room. You glance over and see that he is looking—read, glaring—at a table with a few people sitting at it. “Do you know them?” You ask quietly, as you just continue to stare at them as well.

“Hmm?” He questions, “who?”

You turn to look at him again, seeing that his focus is now back on his menu. And once again, you feel extremely weird. “The people at that table over there,” you tip your head in it’s direction.

He looks up at you for a second, silently, before he rubs the back of his neck and glances back down at his menu. “Ah, possibly. I just ah, I think I know them from somewhere, but I can’t really remember exactly where.” He shrugs, “probably from work.”

You nod, his answer seeming a little forced and awkward, but you decide to just drop it. “So, any ideas on what you’d like to eat?”

“I was thinking the steak. It sounds delicious.”

“That’s what I was thinking about getting as well,” you smile to yourself, realizing you both seem to enjoy the same foods. Clearly that’s another thing you both have in common. Score!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

His eyes continue to dart between the table with his so-called ‘friends’ and the beautiful woman across from him. He is furious at his team for crashing his date, and with each passing second he only becomes more and more angry. How could they do this to him? He was nervous enough about this date, and now they had to go and add more stress onto his already frazzled nerves.

It’s taking everything in him not to go over there and tell them all to leave. His eyes snap back to Y/N, and he wants to smack himself for barely paying any attention to the story she is midway through telling. Here he is supposed to be learning all about her, or at least learning about her first hand, instead of only going on the outside information he learned from Tony’s invasion of privacy folder.

And if barely paying any attention to his date, isn’t bad enough, he also lied to her about the occupants of that stupid table. He knows exactly who they are, but in a split second decision, he chooses to not inform Y/N of that. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable in any way. And his nosy friends crashing their date to spy on them, yeah, that makes him uncomfortable and he knows them. He can’t imagine how she’d react to this all, so he decided to keep their presence to himself. At least until he figures out exactly what they have planned, and why the hell they thought it was a good idea to crash his date.

He vows right then and there to tell her about his shitty friends once they leave the restaurant, and apologize for his white lie at that point. But that doesn’t really relieve his guilt over all of this, nor his stress.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

It’s not hard to tell Steve is distracted by something, and you’d have to be blind to not notice him constantly glancing over at that table. To his credit, he is doing a pretty good job at hiding his immense interest in the four occupants, but you still noticed.

And maybe that has something to do with the fact that you’ve been talking about Eggo waffles and Oreos for the last 5 minutes, having ran on a hunch that he wasn’t really paying attention to you, and that hunch having turned out to be correct.

So here you are, telling him all your favourite flavours of Oreo, and describing exactly how you eat them. You are curious just how long it will take him to clue in and question you on your current conversation topic. So far, the timer just passed 5 minutes and is still going strong.

You have no idea who the people at that table are, but you figured Steve would tell you if you had anything to worry about. And since he hadn’t yet, you were trying to ignore the small pang of fear that they were bad people, hell-bent on hurting him, you, or both. He did deal with lots of bad, bad people in his line of work though. Or rather, he pissed off a lot of them. So you could only imagine how many wanted to cause him harm, or the people around him—But we aren’t focusing on that at the moment. One issue at a time here.

The waiter returns to drop off your drinks and take your food orders, and you don’t miss the small glare Steve sends him, which yeah, that’s fucking odd as well. You have no idea what this waiter did to him, but you can only assume it probably has something to do with the table of four. Maybe the waiter is a baddy as well?—Shit, if that is the case, then they have you both surrounded.

And what if they poison the food? Oh God! Maybe you should fake a tummy ache and see if Steve will take you home early? Ya know, just to be safe—you shake your head gently. Don’t be silly, like you already thought, if anything was wrong or if you were in any danger, Steve would have told you. Or at least made sure to protect you, he was a freaking superhero after all—

“Oreos?” He asks finally, the cutest furrow in his brows at his confusion on the current topic. The one you’d picked right back up the second the waiter walked away.

And you chuckle, that only took him 10 minutes. Not bad. But not really great either, you guess. “I like Oreos,” you shrug, trying to act casual. “So tell me a little about yourself. What kinds of sweets does Steve like?”

He chuckles, “I guess Oreos are pretty good, I’m also a fan of them. But my all time favourite are Reese’s peanut butter cups.”

“Really?” You ask leaning forward on your hand with your elbows on the table, genuinely intrigued by his choice in chocolate.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again. “When I woke up from the ice, I was really surprised to see that Reese’s were still around. I remember when they first started selling them, or at least when I first started buying them, back in the early 30’s. Though they were sold individually back then, and at only 2 cents a piece,” he chuckles a little more, shaking his head as he does. “It still boggles my mind how much has changed since then, but yet, some things have stayed exactly the same.”

“I can’t even imagine,” you say honestly, “what else has stayed the same?” And just as he starts to tell you a few other things, your eyes catch movement behind him and you glance towards it. Seeing an older woman sitting at a table, one away from yours, and facing you. With what looks like an older man sitting across from her, but you can only see the back of his head. But then you notice that she is looking down at the phone in her hands, intently, as it’s raised up in the air, above her table. What is that woman even doing? Is she—is she taking freaking pictures of you!?

Your eyes focus in on the phone in question and—wait a fucking second! Is that a damn cat DJing a pizza, in space?! You audibly gasp, as your eyes snap back up to lock on the ‘old ladies’, who is now looking at you and then yours narrow, accusingly. And at least the woman has the good sense to avert her eyes, quickly, but the damage has been done. So you then assess the back of the ‘old mans’ head, and come to an unwavering realization.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmm?” You flick your eyes back to Steve’s. “Oh, yeah. Yep. I’m just dandy,” your eyes again lock on the stupid ‘old woman’. “I just have to use the ladies room, I’ll be right back.” You abruptly stand, barely getting the words out before you quickly run away from your table. You glance back to make sure Steve isn’t watching and then forcefully yank the ‘old’ woman and man from their spots and drag them to the bathrooms with you. Not giving them a moment to protest.

Then the moment the door shuts you whirl around on them, grabbing the woman’s grey hair and pulling on it, leaving you holding a wig in your hands and glaring daggers at your, so called, best friends. If you weren’t so angry right now, you’d have commented on this being a wig snatching great time. But you're furious. Fuming, even.

“I really shouldn’t be in here,” Tyler points out unhelpfully.

“Oh please,” you scoff, “I’m more likely to check out the women in this bathroom than you are.”

He presses his lips together, nodding in agreement but he is smart enough to keep his lips zipped. Your eyes move over to glare menacingly at Lindsey.

“Look, we can explain,” she puts her hands up in submission.

“I sure fucking hope so,” you scold, crossing your arms like a pissed off parent. “Well, let’s hear it then. Come on, out with it. What could have possibly possessed you both to crash my date? Hmm?”

“It was his idea,” Lindsey points to Tyler, at the same time he points to her, “it was her idea.”

They both gasp, scandalized, and glare at each other. “Liar!” They say in unison. Another gasp from both, “I am not!” and again, in unison.

You feel like they rehearsed this, they had to have. And if, by the off chance that they didn’t, then they clearly share the same wave link. And obviously a dumb one, at that.

“Okay, whoever’s idea it was aside,” you wave a dismissive hand around. “You both not only agreed to crash my date, but followed through with that stupid plan. So how I see it, you are both at fault here.” You sigh, some of the wind in your sails vanishing, “now, the real question is what the hell guys?” You shift your eyes between the two, “you both knew how excited and nervous I was for this date, how could you think this was a smart idea? The last thing I needed was more stress added into the mix. And the fear of Steve realizing you are both here, now that adds a lot of unnecessary stress onto me.”

“Sorry,” they both mumble with their heads down, like scolded children. And you believe you are getting through to these two knuckleheads. Buuuuuut then Tyler has to go and ruin it, “but it was actually Lindsey's idea, just to clarify.”

Linds jerks her head up and glares at him, “it was ‘our’ idea, traitor!” She hisses out. And just like that, they are back to bickering again.

You groan loudly and clench your eyes shut, taking a deep calming breath before you intervene, “okay, enough!” They both snap their mouths shut and turn to you. “I don’t have time to stand here and listen to you both argue. Unless you forgot, I’m sort of supposed to be on a date right now, and I’ve now been standing in the women’s bathroom for an entirely too long amount of time. Steve’s going to think I encountered a damn basilisk or something,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Do you think he’d even understand that reference?” Tyler asks the room, then turns to Lindsey, “do you think anyones shown him those movies yet?”

Lindsey gives him an odd look, “of course he’s seen them. They are a huge part of this generation, there is no way that no one in his life has shown him the Potter franchise yet.”

Tyler nods slowly, “unless his friends all suck, I guess.”

“Very valid point, Ty—“ Linds starts but you cut in.

“Not important at the moment, guys,” you say as you uncross your arms and point a menacing finger at them. “Now, I’d ask you both to leave, but I know you won’t listen to me. So instead, I’ll ask that since you both are hell-bent on crashing my date, the least you could do is not be so damn obvious about it. Please, no more photos, and for the love of God, do not let Steve know you both are here, got it?”

“Got it,” they both mumble. Then Tyler quietly says, you think mainly to himself, “but Harry Potter is always important.”

You ignore his comment and walk passed both of them and exit the bathroom, not having anything else to say to either of them. Because honestly, it would just be a waste of time, those two do exactly what they want, no matter what you say or how you reason with them. So there isn’t even a point in wasting the breath at the moment. They will stay and lurk on you and Steve either way. However, you honestly wouldn’t change either of them for the world. They may frustrate the hell out of you, but you get them back all the time. It’s a 50/50 thing, for sure.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

The moment she is up from the table and has walked off, he pulls out his phone and brings up the group chat to fire off a message. ‘What the hell are you guys doing here?’

His eyes flick up to watch his friends, as they each pull out their phones and read his text. Then they all look over at him and give him their best innocent smiles, and then his phone vibrates with a message and he glances down to see it’s from Tony. ‘We are just here for dinner, such a coincidence that we happened to pick the same restaurant as you two.’

Steve shoots Tony a glare before checking that Y/N isn’t in sight and standing up to stomp over to their table. “Oh yeah? Just getting dinner, hey? Then what’s with the get ups,” he flicks the obviously fake wig on Bucky’s head, causing the Jerk to swat his hand away just as he continues on to hiss out, “and why the hell is Sam our waiter?”

“Look, Steve,” Nat starts and his heated glare snaps to her, causing her to put her hands up in surrender. “I had no hand in this idiotic plan, it was entirely their idea,” she points at Bucky and Tony, causing the latter to gasp and the former to—well, to look pretty fucking guilty, if you ask Steve. But she just turns back to Steve and continues on, “I only chose to join them to make sure they didn’t fuck your date up too badly.” Then Clint pipes up, also putting his hands up in surrender, “and I’m just here for the food.”

“Traitors,” Tony accuses in a hissed whisper.

Clint just shrugs, and Nat looks at Tony and crosses her arms, “you can call me whatever you like, Tony. But I refuse to get on Steve’s bad side because of your stupid ideas. No fucking thank you, that’s a bullet I won’t take for you.”

Tony shoots her one last glare before correcting his features and turning to Steve, clearly trying to salvage the situation. “We just wanted to be here for moral support. In case you needed any backup. Isn’t that right, Manchurian Candidate,” he elbows Bucky for support, but the Jerk knows that no matter what they say, Steve will be pissed. So best to keep his mouth shut for now, which is blatantly obvious by the way he presses his lips together and refuses to look at Steve.

“Bullshit,” Steve says as he crosses his arms. “Your choice to be here has nothing to do with backing me up, but I don’t have time to stand here and argue with you. I’m supposed to be on a fucking date and I can barely focus on Y/N with you assholes sitting here. So eat your food and get out, we will talk when I get back to the tower,” he says that last part like a threat. They are so fucking in for it when he gets home, and he wants them all to know it. “And tell Sam to let a real waiter take over, I dunno who you all bribed to let you pull this shit, but if a real waiter isn’t the next person to approach my damn table, I’ll be even more pissed off,” then with that said, he spins on his heel and quickly makes his way back to the table. Glad that Y/N hasn’t come out of the bathroom just yet, so she didn’t see him scolding the table of assholes.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

You quickly make your way back to the table, seeing Steve sitting by himself and feel like an asshole for taking so long, scolding your shit ass friends. You quickly retake your seat and feel the need to apologize. “Sorry that took so long,” you pause, because what the hell excuse are you supposed to use!? Shit, you should have thought about this before you sat back down! “Ah, just as I was washing my hands, my um, my mom called.” Shit, that was a horrible excuse. What is wrong with you?!

“Oh?” Steve asks hesitantly, “is everything okay?”

“Oh yes, yeah,” you nod quickly. Maybe too quickly but no taking it back now. “She just forgot I had a date tonight, I told her I’d call her back later.”

He seems to give you an odd look for a moment, before finally nodding and glancing around the restaurant. “Does it feel like the food is taking a really long time, or is it just me?”

You glance around as well, not seeing a single waiter or waitress in sight, “no, it’s not just you. I think we ordered like 30 minutes ago, maybe?”

He nods, “yeah, something like that.”

“I’m sure it won’t be much longer,” you comment, trying to be positive. “And it just means we get more time to talk.”

He smiles at you, “well, in that case, let’s hope the food never comes.”

And swooooon. You couldn’t not swoon over his words even if you tried. You give him a grin, and you know for a fact that it’s probably the biggest, goofiest thing he’s ever seen, but you can’t help it. “Fingers crossed,” you trail off from starting a new conversation as you see your, so called, friends doing the walk of shame from the bathroom and retaking their seats at their table. And before you can stop yourself, the words are already leaving your mouth, unfiltered. “Ever wanted to smack someone upside the head with a frying pan?” You abruptly ask, and then mumble out, “Cause I’m getting that feeling right about now.”

Steve snorts and you realize he was mid sip of his beer when you asked, and you watch as he quickly gulps down his mouthful, before his eyes flick over to the table of four for a second, then snap back to you. “All the time, actually.”

You give the table an inconspicuous side eye, and notice there are actually now five people sitting around it. So they have clearly gained another occupant, you see. And, that’s neat. Glad to see the baddies are growing in number. Excellent. Just freaking excellent. This night is not going to plan, not one fucking bit. And seriously, where the hell is your food!?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

He glances down at the watch on his wrist and sees that it’s now, 7:27. Their reservation had been for 6:30, and so they have now been waiting on their food for at least 40 minutes. He is willing to bet that his ‘friends’ have something to do with why their food is taking so long, just another thing he will scold them all for later.

And the longer the food takes, the more intense of a scolding they’ll get. Mark his words now, this will be the last time they ever pull a stunt like this on him or anyone, ever again. He’ll make sure of it.

“Sorry for the delay,” a new voice chimes in from about them, and Steve glances up to see his first unfamiliar face since the hostess. “Ah, Will had a um, an emergency, so my name is Kyle, I’ll be taking over for him.” He places two new drinks down to replace the now two empty ones. “These drinks are on the house, as an apology for the wait. But it shouldn’t be too much longer for your food to be ready.”

Y/N thanks the new—actual—waiter, and Steve just nods, a small triumphant smile on his face as he glances over at the table, to see Sam now sitting with the others. Good, at least they can still follow orders, that will win them some points with him tonight.

The new waiter—Kyle—scurries off back to the kitchen door and Steve turns his attention back to Y/N. “Did you have a better time at work, this week?” He asks, genuinely curious how this recent week went, since he was more than aware that her last week hadn’t been very fun for her. He’d been meaning to ask about how she was doing with the media and the new popularity all night, as he had worried all week about her.

And just as she started to tell him all about her week, he lifts up his fresh beer and takes a very generous gulp. Only for the fact that as a super soldier, Steve can’t get drunk. At least not off regular beer. Though he furrows his brows once the cold liquid slides down his throat, because—does this taste different than the last beer he had? Wouldn’t they give him the same one he’d ordered before?

He internally shrugs, maybe they just ran out of the other beer so they gave him this one instead. It’s no big deal, he really likes the taste of this new one, and it was free. If there is anything Steve’s learned since waking up from the ice in this new—and expensive—era, it’s that you should never ever pass up free things. So he’ll drink it either way, even if just for that simple fact alone.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

After a few more minutes of just talking about both of your weeks, the waiter returns and finally places your food on the table in front of you. And not a moment too late, you were seriously beginning to weigh the pros and cons of cannibalism—Okay, maybe you were going that extreme yet, but you were getting pretty dang hungry for sure.

You and Steve don’t waste a second, and both cease the conversations as you start to eat your respective meals, as the waiter scurries off to wherever waiters go while the patrons eat. Probably to check on the other customers. Your eyes drift back to the table of fo—five now, and you see them all eating their food now as well. So you allow yourself a moment to just breathe, and eat, and pretend like that table still isn’t worrying you. A lot.

After another few moments, and most of both your plates now empty, you see that Steve has finished his beer. But you only make that observation because he accidentally slams the glass down on the table, not breaking the glass, but the look he gives it after the loud clanking bang, leads you to believe he didn’t mean to be that forceful with it.

Your eyes flick up to his face, and you see he is a little flushed now, his eyes a little bloodshot and—wait, is he drunk?

“This food was amazing!” He damn near yells, and yep, yeah, you believe he is in fact drunk. Oh lordy, this should be fun..

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

Something isn’t right. He don’t feel ..right. He glances around the room, but quickly halts his eyes when he feels like the room is rocking. Spinning almost and that makes his stomach do somersaults. His eyes look down to his now empty glass, his brows furrowing, he can’t get drunk. But yet, he feels drunk. He feels just like he did that day Thor let him try the Asgardian mead—his eyes snap over to the table of his ‘friends’ and it instantly hits him—The beer didn’t taste weird because it was different, it tasted weird because they freaking spiked his drink.

Oh, they are so going to pay for this one. He huffs, as he attempts to glare holes in the sides of his ‘friends’ heads. They are all making a point to not look his way, they know they're in shit now. The fuckers—

“Who’s going to pay?”

Steve’s eyes widen as they flick back over to meet Y/N’s. Shit, did he say that out loud?! And before he can even attempt to come up with a quick cover up, his lips are moving and spilling the truth, much to his surprise and dismay. “My horrible friends,” he manages to get a hold of his lips before he says anything more, he presses them together in an effort to keep the rest of his words in. However, the adorable confused expression now on Y/N’s face makes him smile, and he is sure he looks like a crazy person at the moment. But honestly, he doesn’t really care at the moment. Maybe he will later, but not right now. “You’re adorable when you frown,” he chuckles.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

You were still trying to figure out what he meant by ‘his horrible friends with pay for this’, but then he has to go and say you’re adorable and that halted all your thoughts, immediately. Damn, who knew you were so weak to compliments. Once again, some journalist you are. Geesh—Focus woman! Your eyes drift back to the table of five, and you give them a more thorough looking over and—holy fuck, is that Bucky Barnes. Wait, wait, wait, and Tony Stark. AND Natasha Romanov. Oh shit, and Clint Barton. And freaking SAM WILSON! Hold up, Sam looks exactly like your last waiter, Will.

And oooooh, it all makes so much sense now. You burst out laughing at the realization that not just your shitty friends crashed this date, Steve’s did too. Oh God, this is just too damn good. “Steve?” You ask softly, bringing his attention back to you. He’d been inspecting the table, as if to make sure it was structurally sound.

“Yeah?” He asks, sounding slightly out of it.

“Question?—err, actually maybe two questions,” you hastily amend and he chuckles.

“Okay,” he nods, a little too quickly, and hiccups as he speaks his next words, “W-what are they?”

“Is that your team over there?” You nod with your head towards the table of five, but keep your eyes fixated on the large blonde.

He scrunches up his face and opens his mouth to speak, but then sighs deeply and lowers his eyes to the table, then mumbles “yeah, it is.” But then as if it just hit him in the face, he snaps his head up and starts speaking again, a little louder this time—read, damn near yelling again. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea they were going to be here—“

You cut him off with your laugh, and he furrows his brows, his mouth still open as he clearly tries to figure out what’s so funny. You try valiantly to reign in your laugh, but this is all just too damn hilarious. “Y/N?” He asks hesitantly, confusion in his voice.

And you realize you have to say something, anything, so between laboured breaths and chuckles to manage to spit out in a whisper, “see the old couple behind you, a table away?”

Steve’s lips form a frown and he glances over his shoulder, not even remotely in a graceful manner. Then his whips back around and nods at you, “yeah,” he says slowly.

“Those two ‘old people’,” you make quote signs with your fingers, “are my two idiot best friends in disguise. They also crashed our date,” and those words make you laugh all over again at this whole weird situation. Your words clearly take a second to sink in, but as if a light just lit up, Steve’s frown disappears and he starts to laugh with you. Louder than you, actually. And so loud that it draws the attention of everyone in the rest restaurant, including both tables of your date crashing friends. Every last one of them.

“You’re joking?” He manages to say between boisterous laughs. You shake your head as you say, “not even a little bit.”

He laughs a little more, shaking his head as well. “That is too funny.”

You nod, agreeing with him, “that it is. Looks like both our friends are,” you raise your voice so all the people in question can hear you clearly, “nosey assholes.” Though your words are more directed at your two best friends, but maybe also a little at Steve’s. And one quick glance at both tables, and the scandalized expressions around both causes you to burst out laughing again. After a few moments, you both manage to calm down a little, enough to speak again at least. You quickly rub the tears from your eyes, as Steve takes a few deep breaths. Then you think of something, “and here I thought my friends were invasive. At least they didn’t fake being our waiter,” you giggle.

Steve groans, then chuckles a little more, “were you really surprised they’d go to that length? They did sort of force you to goto that press conference.”

“Oh shit,” you chuckle a little more, “I didn’t even think of that!”

“Yeah,” Steve shakes his head, “they are always sticking their noses in other people's lives. It’s rather frustrating,” he mumbles the last part, and you believe more so to himself.

“Wait,” Steve abruptly says, “you said you had two questions?”

You grin, nodding slowly as your second question pops back up into your head. Though you’re going to amend it a little. You were going to ask if he was drunk, but you're positive now that he is. So your question is a little changed, “so I’m guessing they spiked your drink, which means you can’t drive?”

“Shit,” Steve mumbles as his face pales and all the humour leaves his features. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I can call you a cab, if you want? I’ll pay for it.”

“No,” a sly grin works its way onto your lips. “I have a better idea.” You stand up from the table and Steve slowly stands as well. Though you can see his very evident wobble from the booze. “Come with me,” you gesture for him to join you, offer him your hand for what little support you can give him. Ya know, since he is much larger than yourself, and if he starts to go down, you won’t be able to save him. But the gesture is what matters, right?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Steve's POV

He is feeling the full effects of the mead as he stands, wobbling a little before quickly gaining his balance. If he falls flat on his face in front of her, he will be out for blood. She offers him her hand and he glances down at the outstretched appendage, then almost laughs. If he does go down, there is no way in hell she’ll be able to stop him, and he’ll just end up taking her down with him. But the chance to hold her hand, can’t be passed up, even in Steve’s mead muddled mind, he knows that fact clear as day.

He smiles and takes her hand, allowing her to lead the way and he quickly realizes where she is taking them. And the slightly panicked eyes of his friends makes him chuckle again. They reach the table of five, and Steve gives a curious look to Y/N, unsure where exactly she is going to take this. But he isn’t gonna lie, he’s excited to see what her master plan is.

“Avengers,” she nods in hello and smiles at each of them.

His friends all give each other strange, nervous looks before Tony speaks up, “Y/N,” he nods then looks at Steve. “Steve.” Before his eyes move back to the little woman holding Steve's hand tightly. “I see you’ve figured us out,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“That I have,” she giggles, “wasn’t too hard, once you spiked Steve’s drink.”

“That was Sam’s doing,” Tony quickly says, earning a gasp from the aforementioned.

“It might have been my doing, but it was Tony’s idea,” Sam quickly defends, pointing a menacing finger at the billionaire. Ugh, here we go again, Steve thinks.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Readers POV

Tony is just about to speak, but you cut in before he can. You aren’t interested in their bickering about who did what, and who’s behind this whole thing. You got enough of that from your own friends. “It’s okay, we aren’t mad,” you glance up at Steve, and see him about to refute your words, but one pointed look from you and he presses his lips together and nods in agreement.

“We aren’t,” he mumbles, the words not sounding overly convincing but it’s the thought that counts.

You bite your lip to prevent the new laugh from escaping. “But,” you abruptly say, “there are conditions to us not being upset.”

And Tony clearly tries to fight the grin that wants to show through, as he narrows his eyes at you, “and those are?”

“Our bill still needs to be paid,” you say calmly, commandingly so that Tony is aware you mean he will be paying it. And as you speak you are fighting to not look too excited for your next words. Tony nods slowly, hesitantly, and says, “okay, and?”

Your grin breaks through, and you see Tony shiver from the smug smile. “Since Steve is unable to drive currently, I will be driving him home and will return your car to you in the morning—“. Tony cuts in, “what? No, no, that doesn’t seem—“. “Tony,” Steve cuts in this time, sternly, clearly trying not to laugh.

“You all were the ones who crashed our date and spiked his drink,” you say, “therefore, hindering him from being able to drive. So these are the consequences, I’ve driven supercars before, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Tony doesn’t seem convinced, at all, but everyone else at the table seems highly amused by all of this. “I think it’s only fair,” Nat pipes up, a smug grin on her face to match yours. “I agree with Nat,” Clint mumbles through his mouthful of food. Tony shoots them both a glare, then sighs, “fine, you can take the car for the night.”

And you are just about to squeal and jump up and down, when he abruptly adds, “but,” he points a finger at you then at Steve, “if there is so much as a single scratch on it tomorrow, Steve is covering the repair bill.”

Steve gives you a look, one that screams ‘now just wait one second, let’s talk about this a little first’ But you just ignore him, and nod at Tony, “Deal.” And before Steve can say a word, you begin to drag him away from the table, hearing Tony chuckle and say quietly, “I like that one,” to the others. Which only causes your smile to grow as you continue to pull Steve towards the front door of the restaurant.

As you both stand on the sidewalk, waiting for the valet to bring the car around and you are vibrating with excitement! This is your damn dream car and you GET TO DRIVE IT! Aaaaah! Shit!! Is this real life?!—A deep chuckle from beside you, causes you to come back to reality, and you glance up at the tall blonde. This day has been the weirdest one in your entire life, not only did you get to go on a date with thee Steve Rogers, but now you get to drive your dream car?! This is all just too much! Too damn much! But in all the best ways. “Sorry,” you smile bashfully up at him, as you tuck a few wayward strands of hair behind your ear, “I’m a little excited.”

“I can see that,” he nods, a glorious smile playing on his own lips. Just as you are about to speak, the beautiful sound of the supercars exhaust can be heard coming towards you, and before you know it, the Mclaren P1 is directly in front of you. In all it’s shiny black glory, and you are sure you’re dreaming. You have to be. Either that, or you’re drooling.

The valet goes to hand the keys to Steve, but you intervene and take them before he can, and then you get an idea. You quickly unlock the car and open up the door for Steve, who gives you an odd look, so you say with a shrug, “it’s my turn to be the gentleman.”

Which causes him to chuckle and hesitantly slip into the passenger seat then you close the door and make your way around to the driver's seat.

And before you know it, you are pulling up out front of the Avengers Tower. Steve had told you on the drive that he normally lives out at the compound now, but still has a room at the tower and stays there from time to time.

You shut the car off and quickly gesture for him to wait, receiving another odd look from the blonde. You quickly get out of the car and race around to open his door, you are determined to be the ‘gentleman’ this time. Steve deserves as much.

He chuckles again as he clues into what you’re doing, then climbs out of the car and you begin to walk him up to the tower's front doors.

Once you both reach the doors, you halt your steps and turn to him, he does the same but in reverse, halting and turning towards you.

“I had—“. “Thank you—“. You both speak at the same time and laugh, then he says, “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

“I just wanted to say I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“Even with our friends crashing the date?” He asks, one brow raised.

You giggle, “yes, even with that. It made for a very memorable first date.”

“That it did,” Steve nods. “And I just wanted to say thank you, for not only going out with me, but for putting up with my shitty friends.”

You wave it off, “they aren’t so bad. I think it was rather sweet that all of our friends crashed our date. Really shows how much they care, even in their own weird ways.”

He nods again, as he glances down at the ground, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, “would you be interested in doing this again sometime?”

You grin brightly, you couldn’t stop it even if you tried. “No, I wouldn’t be interested in doing this again.” Before you can finish your sentence, Steve's head snaps up and he gives you one of thee saddest looks you’ve ever seen in your life. “Just wait,” you giggle, putting your hands up to halt him, “let me finish. But yes, I’d love to go on another date with you, preferably one without our friends being present.”

His frown morphs into a brilliant grin, “yes, no friends on the next one for sure.”

“Okay, well I should get home,” you say reluctantly, “but I’ll call you in the morning before I head over to drop the car off, and maybe we can do coffee and a walk? Just the two of us?”

“I’d love that,” he nods. “And yes, just the two of us.”

“Perfect,” you smile, and lean up to plant a kiss on his check, but at the last second you change course and lightly place your lips upon his. And just as you are about to pull back, his arms move around your waist and pull you into him as he deepens the kiss.

Which yeah, you fucking swoon at that too, and if he were to let go of you right now, you’d melt into the sidewalk. You’d become a human puddle.

But luckily for you, he doesn’t release you right away and you both drown in each other for a few moments before you reluctantly pull back and he does that same. “Goodnight, Steve,” you say softly, breathlessly as you take a step back.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you in the morning.”

You smile, “see ya then.” You turn and head back towards the car, a skip in your step that you know Steve can clearly see, but you don’t care. You are too happy right now, for a bunch of different reasons.

You glance towards him as you pull up the driver's door and see he is still standing there, watching you, and your tummy does flips. You wave, receiving one in return, then climb into the supercar and close the door.

The whole drive home you can’t wipe the grin off your lips, no matter how hard you try. So maybe you were a little over dramatic in the beginning of this story, maybe you made this night out to be a lot worse than it actually was. Because it wasn’t the worst date you’d ever been on, not by a long shot. It was actually the best, if you’re being honest.

This all started with you being a Drunk Twitter tweeter, and ended with Steve being, well, being Just Drunk honestly. But you wouldn’t change a damn thing, not one second, because even the bad moments all lead up to this glorious one. The start of something so, so special.

And now you have a coffee date with Steve in the morning, and—if you have any say in the matter—many, many more dates to come. This is just the beginning, and you can not wait to see where this all ends up. But something deep, deep down is telling you, that you’re going to love the journey to the end. More than anything, because you’ll get to make that journey beside Steve. And honestly, what more could a woman want than that? Nothing, that’s what.

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noelacciari · 6 years ago

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alright this is kinda bad but I'm gonna ask anyway. so I'm a new/casual hockey fan and this girl I'm friends w is super into hockey and I'm kinda having to bluff my way through convos rn so could you give me a basic summary of the roster and stuff pls :)))

okay babe, so this is how we’re gonna set this up for you… personality quiz style. (also wait I’m assuming you mean Bruins so. im very sorry if this was about another team lol)

Step 1: pick your star

- Do you strive for perfection? Do you look for stability in a relationship? Can you appreciate a good beard? Do you need a perfect man to project all your feelings regarding men onto and then you never have to even look at another man in real life? Then Patrice Bergeron is the guy for you. He’s perfect. Like legit. Has been nominated for the Selke Award (best defensive forward) approximately a gazillion times, eventually they’re going to change it to The Bergy. Gorgeous play maker, dominate on the face-off circle. Quiet leader in the room. A pillar of the Boston community. The only person who can tame Marchand (we’ll get to him later). Every person in New England is AT LEAST 30% in love with him, regardless of sexual orientation. (I’m not even kidding). Future Hall of Famer. Without a doubt. (Forward (Center), #37, first line)

- Do you enjoy carbs? How about charming smiles? Do you enjoy men who toe the lines of fashion? Do you like a show, flashy lights and stunning tricks? Do you like people who make you smile, no matter how bad your day is? Then David Pastrnak is your man. Better know as Pasta (said with a deep Boston accent), he’s been tearing up the ice from the moment he arrived in TD Garden. A member of the Best Top Line in the League (alongside Bergeron - and that other guy who we will get to later). His goals are always absolutely nasty, just. Sexy, sexy hockey. Off the ice he’s sunshine personified, known for his chipped tooth smile, wearing checked suits and floral shirt, and just being generally the best. (Forward (winger), #88, first line)

- Are human sized chipmunks something you think would be pretty cool? How do you feel about Long Island? Would you think it’s funny if a guy who was a star player on a Boston team dated the daughter of a Pittsburgh coach? Do you think it’s even funnier if a guy who tweeted “I hate the Bruins” then proceeds to get drafted by them? Then Charlie McAvoy is your star d-man. At the ripe old age of 21, Long Island native Charlie McAvoy already carries a huge chunk of responsibility on the Bruins defense core. A future leader for the team (captain. imo), Charlie puts up incredible minutes, and is the perfect complement to his d-partner Zdeno Chara (we’ll get to him too). Also known as Cheeks (on tumblr) or Mac (by his teammates), Charlie isn’t afraid to throw his weight around on the ice, and he looks good doing it. Dude is a Bonafide Stallion. (Defense, #73, 1st Pair)

Step 2: Pick your Dad

- Are you vegetarian? How do you feel about EXTREMELY tall men wearing easter bunny onesies? Do you prefer to bike to work instead of taking the train? what about pigeons? If you consider pigeons friends, then Zdeno Chara is your new dad! (Boogie Woogie Woogie). You know how Bruins fans like to say - Don’t Poke The Bear? Well Big Zee is that hypothetical bear. Our beloved captain and father earned himself quite the reputation on the ice, known for his hard AF slap shots and even harder punches. Clocking in at 6′9″ and 250lbs, Zad is still a beast at 42 years old - and he apparently has no plans to retire. While his age doesn’t appear to be slowing him down on the ice, Zee has shown his softer side off the ice with his inspirational and extremely cute Instagram. He came into Boston in 2006 and was named Captain upon signing, and has forever changed the culture of the Boston Bruins. Chara facilitates an inclusive but hard working locker room, and his legacy will live on in Boston long after his retirement. (Defense, #33, first pair)

- Are you a dog person? Also are you American? Those are really the only 2 qualifications you need to chose David Backes as your dad. Although some of us older folks like me (at the stunningly old, reaching retirement age of 26) might consider Backes to be more of a daddy, the majority of Bruins tumblr view him as their Dad. Common nicknames include Dadkes and Papa, and his effect on the team after being brought back into the line-up during the playoffs has endeared him to fans. While his deal is… not great (he’s expensive!!) and he hasn’t performed up to how much money he’s paid, it’s clear that he’s a leader on the team. The young guys look up to him, and the older guys respect him, and that’s what we’s appreciates ‘bout him. Also. He LOVES animals. Backes and his wife Kelly (who have known each other since kindergarten how cute is that shit) have their own charity that helps animals!! (Forward (Winger/Center), #42, currently 2nd line)

- Were you really into magic as a kid (or currently)? Have you always gravitated to your one friend’s dad who was super quiet but super smart and taught you how to play chess at that cookout one time? Then your new dad is David Krejci! Sometimes called The Wizard, Krejci is known to make magic happen on the ice. Between no-look passes and somehow being able to know exactly where his wingers are going to be before they even know, tbh. Krej is probably the MOST underrated player on the Bruins, but he’s always dependable, and always seems to be there when you need him. (Forward (Center), #46, 2nd Line)

Step 3: pick your weirdo

- Have you never eaten a vegetable willingly in your life? Do you consider yourself a chef - specifically for children? Do you think getting your teeth knocked out is fun and exciting? Then Jake “JD” DeBrusk is the dude for you! Goofy AF off the ice and a sniper on it, Jake is extremely worthy of being your chosen weirdo. He has a lucky winter hat named “tuukka” that he’s been wearing all playoffs, and he might only have one brain cell but we love him for it. At one point called a draft bust, Jake has been proving himself to be an elite player, and has been a steady winger for Krejci all season. Plus. He’s cute af. (Forward (winger), #74, 2nd Line)

- Is getting under other people’s skin one of your favorite activities? Do you like to piss people off by being better than them at everything? Does licking someone’s face in the middle of a hockey game seem like a Good Idea to you? Back in step number one did you chose Patrice Bergeron as your Lord and Savior? Then Boston’s favorite Pest - Brad Marchand - is the guy for you! Brad started off as an undersized fourth liner, and has worked his way up to one of the top scorers in the league. Outside of Boston he’s probably the most hated player in the NHL - earning himself a reputation for being a pest (at best), and sometimes being dirty (at worst). This year we are proud to announce that he did not get suspended once! Though he did come in just short of 100 Penalty Minutes. Marchy was our top scorer this year, and has become an integral part of this team. (Forward (winger), #63, 1st Line)

- Are you secretly an arsonist? Are frogs your favorite animal? Do you have a crush on that Pretty Jock that’s in all your classes and sometimes smiles at you in the lunch line? Then Danton Heinen is the weirdo for you. Danton has been a quietly steady performer for the Bruins this season, spending time on the top line with Bergeron and Marchand when Pasta was out. He’s growing into quite the play maker, and he’s known for making good decisions on the ice that lead to goals. Danton also happens to look like a frog, which is an important character trait imo. He’s a tumblr favorite, but he’s a good person to like even in real life, because he makes an impact on the ice. (Forward (winger), #43, 3rd Line)

Step 4: chose your conventionally attractive white boy

- OKay we’re not doing the questions thing because judging by your ask you may not even be interested in men so i’m just going to dive straight into the description. He’s tall with a strong jaw and perfect curls and pecs of a God. Charlie Coyle is a Weymouth, MA native who Boston brought back home at the trade deadline. He’s been a bit of a hero this playoff run, and he looks damn good doing it. The B’s have been searching for a good 3rd line center, and Charlie has filled the role perfectly. Personally, I am deeply in love with him, in case you could not tell. (Forward (center/winger), #13, 3rd Line)

- an integral member of the Bruin’s all important Line 1A (aka the 4th line), Sean Kuraly has got it all. Piercing blue eyes? Check. Perfectly highlighted hair? Check. Cute little chin? Double check. Though he’s been photographed wearing jorts and an open flannel shirt with nothing underneath it, Sean is still a certified Babe. He’s been Klutch in every playoff run he’s had with the B’s, and is the scoring force behind the 4th Line’s brawn. Not to mention, his signature celly is a leap from the ice! (Forward, (center/winger), #52, 4th Line)

- Brandon Carlo… how do I begin to explain Brandon Carlo? Brandon Carlo is flawless. He has two bible tattoos and a designer bulldog. I hear his hair is insured for $10,000. I hear he does Tri-City Americans commercials… in Washington. His favorite movie is Miracle. One time he met David Backes on a plane… and he told him he was pretty. One time he punched me in the face… it was awesome (’cause he missed). In all seriousness though, Monte is a hardworking, defensive defenseman, who has really shone this season. He doesn’t show up on the scoreboard often, but he makes it really hard for other teams to get goals. Even though he struggles to score empty netters... he’s still a babe. (Defense, #25, 2nd Pair)

Step 5: Chose your shorty

- If you’re thinking - wait, shouldn’t Marchand be in this category? Isn’t he the smallest guy in the World? Then Torey Krug is the Short King for you. An ELITE offensive defenseman, Torey is absolute dynamite on the ice. In game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals Torey made history by becoming the first Bruins player ever to record 4 points in a stanley cup finals game. Krug is quick on his feet and can snipe from the blue line, but isn’t afraid to lay down the law when he needs to. Notorious for loosing his helmet so he can show off that flow, Torey also has a bulldog named fenway and a BABY on the way. (Defense, #47, 2nd Pair).

- Is talk shit, get hit a favorite saying of yours? Can you appreciate biceps the size of your head? Then Noel Acciari is your man. He might be short but he’s built like a tank, and he uses that bod to plow through guys on the ice. Noeldozer is known for laying down the cleanest hits, and we love when he takes out the trash! The Rhode Island Native got married last summer, and has a golden retriever named Thor. His mouth is currently fucked right up but I promise he’s actually kinda pretty. (Forward (winger/center), #55, 4th Line)

- Are you one of the apparent hoards of people that think a Boston accent is sexy? Could you get into a guy who says the fuck word on live television? Are collarbone tattoos a thing you admire? Do you like sexy, tough little son’s of bitches? Great! Matt Grzelcyk is the little guy for you. A BU grad who’s become a cornerstone of the Bruins d-core, Grz is a tough little cutie who works hard and gets shit done. More of an offensive defenseman, Matty G has been there for the team even when all of our other defenseman were injured. His Dad has worked at the Gahden for like a million years, and playing for the B’s is a dream come true for Matt and his family. He got taken out in Game 2 of the Finals, and the Bruins are currently seeking revenge. Dude’s got a good beard going too. (Defense, #48, 3rd Pair)

Step 6: Pick your goalie

- As much as we love Jaro, there’s only one goalie you need to know about when you’re learning about the Bruins... 2 U’s 2 K’s 2 Points... Tuukka Rask! The clear MVP of the Playoffs this year, Tuukka has been a brick wall in the net for the B’s. He’s known for being quick tempered and a little... wild, at times, having been caught on camera beating the shit out of a bunch of milk crates and on time brandishing a skate blade at the refs like a knife. Though some fans seem to never forgive Tuukka for the B’s loosing the 2013 playoffs, around these parts we love and respect and rely on his prowess in the net. Off ice, he kinda looks like the grinch (and knows it), though apparently Bergy thinks he looks like Harry Styles (i wish i was kidding). He’s also got 2 adorable little girls! (GOALIE, starter)

So now you’ve got 6 guys that you know about, right? I would pick 1 or 2 of those to be the ones you pay attention to. Listen for headlines about their goals/play, if you’re watching games, look for their numbers on the ice. All you gotta do is be able to say “Wow did you see that Coyle goal on Saturday night?” and all of a sudden you sound like an expert! (This works even better of you choose a guy not from the first category).

If you have more questions about specific players or lines, feel free to reach out! I know not a lot but I know many people who actually do know things lol

(Also to any of Bruins tumblr who made it this far, I KNOW i’m missing your faves okay. Wagner, Clifton, Nordy, MoJo, Moore, and half the providence roster deserve a spot on here. But I’ve already written too much)

(Also Also, special thanks to Lil for helping me with Monte’s description)

#boston bruins #this was a labor of love #look i know not everyone will agree with my categories but i was trying to be succinct #mine #mine:bruins #anonymous #beth's got mail #bruins

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 5 years ago

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Kasumi/Hamuko Parallel post

I mean I’m not saying Kasumi is Hamuko reincarnated in Minato’s timeline, but I feel like it’s a very good possibility (considering MT’s lore and as well as possibly Persona’s). I mean again, it’d be REALLY SEXY if I was proven wrong with Adult!Hamuko showing up in P5S! REALLY SEXY ATLUS! ;w; (just watch and see me be right with both P5R and P5S, let’s hope not cause that’s giving me a headache just thinking about it haha ;w;). Anyway, this is mostly going to be a parallel post between Kasumi and Hamuko, both really freaking shallow to “hey those are some key character traits!” kinda stuff. I’ll organize it from newest release/info to oldest. So starting with PQ2 (prior to that I will open to why it’s perfect timing out of universe) and then P3P (during which I’ll talk about why the timing in universe is perfect too).

There will be spoilers of P5R BUT ONLY ones from a stream, which showed the first like 10 min of the game (the spoiler is that it confirms when a specific scene happens in game). There will be PQ2 spoilers tho so like....yeah 8U

(lowkey been trying to finish this since Cinderella’s announcement but better late than never and I wanted to at least get most of it done before P5S’ possible trailer tonight 8U)

Under the cut cause length and pics~!

So before with start with PQ2, I should say why this is perfect timing out of universe. PQ2 has just released, Hamuko is in the public’s head. Not only that but she was as important to the game as the main-main case (aka P5). Now would be the perfect time to release a new character who looks the same and has the same importance. I mean this wouldn’t be the first time they did it, they first did it with Arena-PQ1-Ultimax, with PQ1 having secret answers to Arena, and Ultimax later reaffirming these answers (I’ll keep it vague for those who have yet to play the, as I like to call it, “The Yasogami Labyrinth Trilogy.”) It could be that PQ2 was actually our Arena in a possible trilogy (with P5R being the PQ1 and P5S being our Ultimax, that’s just a theory tho, it could just be that this is a duology too 8U). But yeah this is why it feels like perfect timing if they wanted to make this twist. Now onto PQ2

PQ2 (might add more later):

Were to start is the real question, I’m kinda just going to list of things with pictures showing them. I’ll try to keep everything numbered to make it easier.

1) Both apparently first appear in the first arc which stars Kamoshida (Kasumi is stated to not introduce herself during that time, but we can still find her). Kasumi is around for Kamoshida, Hamuko is around with Kamoshidaaaaaman.

a) Coincidentally enough, there is a little girl that appears in Kamoshidaaaaman’s trailer that looks A LOT like Kasumi. (which I dunno might also symbolize Hamuko, speculation on my end but I felt the female dinosaur kind of symbolized Yosukesaurus that we actually see in the movie so maybe it’s a parallel maybe not but I wanted to throw it out there), also if Kasumi’s life is anything like Cinderella (and trailer girl’s dad is dead from that impact), that means Hamu/Kasumi/Trailer girl both have their dads possibly not being around anymore:

2) Both technically have a magical girl connection, Kasumi mostly from her transformation and what the devs said....but Hamuko said something really interesting concerning the PT and Magical Girls:

3) (P5R first 10 min stream spoiler) Both are introduced into these two games via showing off how great fighters they are (even tho that’s not Kasumi’s chronological introduction to the audience because of the cold open, but it’s the first time we see her and it’s our first impression of her).

4) I don’t care if I’ll repeat this below in the P3P thing, but yet again but PQ2 hinted at Hamuko’s big appitite again:

5) Hamuko’s Ult Persona, both in P3P (tho it’s not shown in the credits) and in PQ2 is Messiah. Considering she’s a savior, and Kasumi’s relationship with magical girls (who usually are the “saviors”).....shallow I know but there. 8U

6) A big one, PQ2 actually hints at reincarnation, it’s just a throwaway line but....it’s not the first time Persona’s had a throwaway line and then it ends up coming true (sometimes it’s happenstance and sometimes it’s on purpose). (I should also note, reincarnation is a big part of MT, it’s even in the title, so it’s def not something that’s off the table). And the reason I’m including this is because, it kinda hints that even if Hamuko is reincarnated Kasumi, they’d kinda still have their own identity and be a different person.

7) Lastly (for now probably), Hamuko and Kasumi both end up “joining”/working with the PT at some point. I mean so does the rest of P3/4, but they really try to make Hamuko feel included, and she feels extra gung-ho about the whole thief thing. It’s a shallow/small one but I should include it anyway.

(the reason I might add more later is because I’m re-going through PQ2 to see if I pick up anything else, anyway onto P3P~!)

P3P:

Before listing their similarities, I want to explain what I meant by the timing being perfect for in-universe. The reason being, if Hamuko died around 1999, she’d probably be reincarnated into someone who was born around 2000, and people roughly in 2000 (minus the first 4 months) are....guess what? 1st years during P5 (Futaba and Yusuke have late birthdays fun fact). And considering Kasumi is a first year~! Yeah it’s perfect timing if they wanted to pull a reincarnation card.

1) They.....they have the same face..... I’M NOT JOKING THEY HAVE THE SAME FACE! It’s not the hair style it’s the face man! ;w; Rough same eye shape and face shape (sadly their portraits usually have their faces not being the same portfolio but this is the closest we have):

2) The both have red eyes (which also look brown in some lighting). (I know some people want to say Hamuko has auburn hair for some gd reason even tho it’s pretty brown in a lot of artwork, but since that’s close to red and Kasumi has red hair like bonus points it seems if auburn is also a correct answer XP)

3) Both of their portraits like to have their eyes looking to the left (their perspective)/right (our perspective) area (the angle of their face differs tho):

4) Both have been said to be big eaters. Like Atlus is freaking advertising this about Kasumi like crazy man, but Hamuko has food and her big appetite tied to a loooooot of different events with P3P. Like Hamu being a hungry girl and loving her food is a very iconic trait to her (ironically it’s not really done to death in PQ2 unlike Chie’s meat or Aki’s protein klfjsadl;fja).

5) Both have red as a main theme (like red eyes, red ribbon, red shoes/headphones 8U). It’s shallow but important!

6) Shallow but interesting thing I notice, there’s a lot of key design similarities between Fem!Orpheus and Kasumi’s PT outfit and Cinderella. The biggest being the vine embroidery and the same heart design. There’s also the fact Fem!Orpheus Picaro also has red hair and a black headpiece similar to Kasumi who has red hair (all the time) but a black ribbon, also both have a similar flower connected to them (red gloves and black fingers, former for Kasumi and the latter for Cindy, but I don’t think it’s as important as the heart/vine/flower similarity). 8U Other than that I’ll just show it in the picture below:

7) This one is part of a popular theory with Kasumi, and will possibly be debunked after P5R’s release but I do want to throw it out there. If the theory that Kasumi gets hit by a car in the rain (possibly during the fireworks festival), well..... That means they both have ties to car accidents. Just described what might be Kasumi’s. Hamuko survived one 10 years prior to P3, and there’s two that happen in two separate events (she saves Yukari from a crazy driver almost hitting them), and I iirc Theo saves Hamu from a crazy driver).

8) They have similar designed shoes (tho the promo art of Kasumi her shoes are different from the teaser so I dunno if it still counts) But it’s worth mentioning since Atlus went out of their way to keep Yusuke’s shoes as a reference to the past Persona game school he was supposed to be a part of before they made Kosei (god I’m so sorry for that word salad, no I won’t fix it at least not now)...btw Yusuke’s are stated to be in reference to P3 it’s stated in the art book:

9) Kasumi’s maid outfit is much closer to P3′s(and P4) than it is to P5′s (aka the traditional black and white as opposed to P5′s red and white), it’s just odd that it’s not also red 8U:

10) Uhhhh this (I don’t care we’re look for the smallest details! >:D DX ;w; also I’m ok really I’m ok 8U ;w; orz):

11) Last thing, but interestingly enough they both are known to jump really high. It’s not stated as a big thing for Hamuko, you just see it in her critical and that’s pretty much it. But it is a big defining moment for Kasumi (remember she jumps high to get a kid’s balloon). They also both like to twist and twirl in the air (tho Hamu is just designated to her critical). Shallow I know but I want to throw it out there. 8U:

Seriously look at that air time!

I might add more to this section, because I feel like I’m forgetting something but flksdajf;akf I want to get this out. Before I end it I do want to add a few not completely related Hamu parallels (but I can still loop back around cause my mental gymnastics are top notch! Probably even better than Kasumi’s! 8U). First is Minato parallels, which via PQ2 we find out that he and Hamu are “basically the same person.” The similarities is that he and Kasumi both have the same type of sword, and both of their Personas have the same skin (I think Male!Orpheus’ face is the only “real part” and thus both have the same kind of skin), and OT and Cindy technically both have blue eyes. 8U Small but I wanted to mention those 3 things. The other is Mitsuru, fun fact between Hamu/Minty/Mitsuru/Kasumi they all seem to be honor students (or can be, Hamu/Minty it’s up to the player). But I now a lot of people think Kasumi’s red hair and it also being wavy remind them of Mitsuru more, almost like a sister? Kinda like:

RIP to Hamuko, the cockblock sister zone destroyed us all that day. We stand with you girl. 😔✊✊

So yeah I dunno how else to end it. They just have a lot of similarities ok? And some of them are very distinct design features. Of course, again, it’d be really sexy of you to prove me wrong with Adult!Hamuko in P5S Atlus. ;) Be really sexy of you to stop ignoring Hammy and P1/2 characters~! Oh it’d be such a shame if I was proven wrong and those two things happened instead. Oh whatever shall I do~! 8U

#persona 5 royal #kasumi yoshizawa #persona 3 portable #hamuko arisato #p5r #persona 5 the royal #p5tr #slight spoilers #like one line but just in case #persona 5 royal spoilers

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namjuicyy · 6 years ago

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A Father’s Love - Chapter Three

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Fluff, angst.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.

Warnings: None.

You'd not known Namjoon for very long, but you noticed a lot of little habits he'd gotten into:

1) He'd hold doors open for you, and always make sure that you went through them first; this included cars, buildings and anything else door-like and built for humans to enter.

2) He flashed you his "expensive" smile all the time, showing off his perfect dimples and his bright brown eyes.

3) He covered said smile when he laughed, something you immediately hated and found yourself tugging at his wrist to pull his hand away.

4) He was incredibly soft hearted and kind, and made sure to let the waiting staff at the restaurant know just how much he appreciated them serving you both.

5) He was completely smitten, unapologetically head over heels in love with his son. He was quick to show you the many photos he had of Haneul in his wallet. He had loads on his phone too, but there was something special about carrying his son around with him physically rather than digitally, which you appreciated.

6) Namjoon can't hide things from anyone, despite how hard he tries.

Namjoon picked you up at six, exactly when he promised you. And, after spending a good while choosing what you wanted to wear, you ran out the door and practically beamed at him. He held the car door open for you and helped you in, as a gentleman would do. In the car, he talked your ear off about little things, but it didn't make the conversation any less interesting or engaging.

When you got to the restaurant, he pulled your chair out to help you in, and sat down opposite you. You hadn't been to a Korean BBQ place in so long. You hadn't been anywhere for a while. You didn't have many friends in Korea and you allowed work to take over your life. You enjoyed your work. You also enjoyed solitude. But Namjoon's company was worth leaving your confined living spaces.

"So," Namjoon began putting his chopsticks down and giving you his full attention, "tell me about you. What made you move to Korea?"

"Change of scenery, I guess." You replied. "Everything got too samey, you know?"

"I understand. Why photography?"

"Because it was the only thing I was ever good at." You laughed, as did Namjoon. But part of you was being serious.

"I doubt that's true."

You nodded and took a mouthful of drink. "What do you do? I never asked."

He hesitated, thinking about his answer; something that confused you. "I work in the music industry." He replied finally.

"How vague."

He laughed. "It's just a really long story and a lot to swallow, is all."

"I have time... and can swallow a lot."

Namjoon choked on his drink, the liquid spurting everywhere, including onto the grill. The sizzle of it dissolving on the hot griddle, combined with the redness in Namjoon's cheeks caused you to laugh. And it wasn't the cute "please like me" kind of laugh that you usually do when you're hanging around with your crush. Your head tipped back, your lungs screeched and your hands began to clap like a seal performing at the local sea life centre. Everyone around you turned to look at your table, but you couldn't see anything except the lids of your eyes as they'd closed in sheer joy at Namjoon's misfortune. When you opened them again, you saw Namjoon wiping his shirt down from the spit and soju that had been spilled all over it.

"So this is what you're like when you don't have to be professional."

"Listen, you walked right into that one, don't pin this all on me."

Namjoon was silent. "You're right. I did."

You started laughing again. "You should have seen your face. It was priceless."

"Hey! That was the last thing I was expecting, okay? I didn't think you'd brag about your swallowing prowess."

"You brought it up!" You let the joke sit for a little while, giggling at the ridiculousness of the innuendo you just made before changing the subject to something you thought Namjoon might be able to cope with. "Is Haneul with your mum tonight?"

Namjoon shook his head. "No. One of my housemates Taehyung is looking after him. He's good with kids and Haneul adores him."

You cooed. "That's cute. How many housemates do you have?"

"Six." Namjoon laughed at your surprise. "I know, there's a lot of us. But they're my colleagues too. It just makes life easier."

You sat and thought for a moment. "So, you live with six other men, making seven of you in total. You all work in the music industry. You live in the richest part of Seoul and you're vague about your work. You're in a band."

"What? No."

You raised your eyebrows at him. "You're not that great at hiding things, you know?"

"I know, they told me."

You could understand completely why Namjoon didn't want to tell you about his profession, however annoying you found his vagueness. He was in a band, as you'd guessed. And if that band was successful, he'd want you to get to know him first rather than see him for his music and his money and his fans. Fans, whom, you didn't know the scale of or just how intense they could be. You'd heard of friends of musicians being sent hate purely because they knew the musician personally and the fan didn't. You, of course, didn't know if this would be the case, but given that Namjoon lived in the richest part of the city, meant he was somewhat successful. And, in your mind, music success comes throngs of mental girls willing to die for the musician they loved if they were given the chance. But you weren't too familiar with pop culture, nor did you delve deep into fandoms. Maybe you were wrong. You had no interest in finding out. You were just happy to be enjoying Namjoon's company and laughing at his stories and jokes.

Namjoon grew up in Ilsan, and is actually, incredibly smart. He'd always had a passion for music and had managed to convince his parents to let him audition for the company he's with now. He was one of the original members, and after six years of trials and tribulations, he'd made it. He'd become successful with six other men whom he loved dearly and wouldn't change for the world. They were his brothers.

But he refused to let you talk about him all night. In fact, he kept making little digs at you because you kept asking him so many questions and didn't give him the chance to do the same to you. He asked you about your family, about where you grew up, your favourite music, the kind of movies and shows you like, your childhood pets. Everything. He sat there and listened to you talk like you were giving a lecture on how to survive the inevitable apocalypse. His eyes never left yours, which, on occasion, unnerved you a bit because it felt like he was trying to look for your soul. His body language suggested to you that he was immersed in your stories, his smile told you that he found them charming and his laugh told you he found you witty and smart. Without realising it, you'd captured his heart wholly. What he didn't realise was that he'd done the same to you.

It was surprising to you that you'd warmed to him so quickly. You weren't the cliché recluse who was shy beyond belief and blushed every time someone complimented you. But you also didn't enjoy gushing your private life to complete strangers, and hanging out with people who couldn't better you in some way, shape or form. And you'd only known Namjoon for two weeks, so in effect he should be a complete stranger. But by the second day of knowing him, you'd already met his entire family, read to his son and made his mother cry the happiest of happy tears. So despite only knowing him for two weeks, as predictable as it sounded, you felt like you'd known him for two years. Which is why you were so comfortable giving him your phone number, telling him your home address and telling him the intimate details of your childhood, and smiling fondly when you were telling him about the best years of the time you spent at home.

He paid for the whole meal, despite you fighting over the card machine when the waitress brought it over. He won. "And I'll win every single time in the future, too." He told you cockily as he swiped his card.

You smirked. "There's a future?"

Namjoon grinned. "I think so."

For the nth time that night you felt your tummy do a somersault. You had to keep reminding yourself that this wasn't a date. That was, of course, until he kissed you on the doorstep of your apartment.

He'd opened the car door for you. He'd walked you to your front door. He even watched you unlock the door to make sure you were definitely going to get in okay. Then he just held his breath, leant down, and kissed you, his plump lips moulding to yours like they were meant specifically for yours. His one hand was on the back of your neck, rubbing gentle circles into it, and the other was on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he began to use the smallest amount of tongue in your kiss. It took your breath away. It was the kind of kiss you were sure only existed in the movies. But there you were, bidding him goodnight afterwards, closing the door to your apartment and using it as a leaning post as you ghosted your fingers over your mouth while you grinned, solely as a way to ingrain the feeling into your mind. You were very rapidly falling head over heels for this man.

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 7 years ago

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When I got to work the next day, it was 5:30 in the morning. Tom was set to come in at 6:30 so I had to make sure to get here as early as possible. I turn my computer on and sit down, sipping my coffee. When I get signed in, I go to my email and see a folder titled “Tom’s Schedule.’ I click on it and am met with over 700 emails. Sighing to myself, I begin to look through and jot down all the events Tom had planned for the week. 450 of the emails had to do with his schedule for the next 2 months while the other 250 were spam mail and stuff that didn’t concern either one of us. Since I’m the only one in the office right now, I connected my phone to the two speakers that are sitting next to the computer monitor and play some music. I start with David Bowie and sing along as I transfer the events to Tom’s online calendar. “Hello darling,” I hear a voice say from behind me, causing me to jump in surprise. “T-Tom, you scared me.” I say, putting my hand over my heart. He chuckled a bit flashing me his incredibly perfect smile. “I’m sorry darling. Anyway, how’s today looking?” He asked, leaning over my shoulder to look at my computer. I felt myself freeze as his breath tickled my neck. “Um, pretty busy.” I say, keeping focus on the screen before me. “Right, better get ready.” He says leaning back to his upright position and goes to his office, bright lights illuminating the room, and him in a beautiful white light. I tried to divert my eyes from him but although I eventually did, it wasn’t easy. I turned back around to face my computer screen and went back to punch in schedules for a few months for Tom. A few hours went by and the office around me was filled with the rest of the employees of Tom’s were busy with their responsibilities. “Nat, will you come in here please?” Tom said, peering around his door from his office to speak to me. I push back from my desk and stand up. Walking slowly to his office, I hear Under Pressure by David Bowie playing from his speakers. It was quiet but I would know that song anywhere. “Yes Sir?” I ask, stepping fully into his office. “Take a seat. I have a lot of things I need you to get done for me today.” He says. I do as I’m asked and take out a notepad and begin writing down everything he wants me to do. “Any questions?” He asks me and I shake my head. “I love this song by the way.” I comment. “You inspired me to play Bowie. You sounded so beautiful singing along earlier, I figured I might as well play his music for myself.” I smiled as I realized that is was me who inspired the great David Bowie to be played in Tom’s office. It was because he caught me singing. Guess I should do it more often. “Is there anything else you need me to do today?” I ask. “Hm, I don’t know yet, but I’ll call you if something comes up.” Tom grins in the smallest way possible, yet it makes a big difference to me. I’m not sure what it is, but I think it’s going to be great working for Tom.

I sit back at my desk and began making the calls, scheduling the meetings, and somehow, finding time to get coffee, before going to met Tom in the conference for a meeting. Apparently, I was asked to take notes for important topics to discuss in the future. Grabbing my paper cup filled with coffee, I gather up a pen and a notepad and head down the hall to the meeting. When I walk in, I’m stunned to see, I’m a bit late. Every seat around the long, rectangular table is taken and every chair lined around the perimeter of the room was also filled. “Nat, so glad you could join us.” Tom’s accented voice seemed to be slightly annoyed with me. “S-sorry.” I say, not bothering to make eye contact with him. I frantically look for a place to sit, but soon realize there isn’t any. “Hey Nat, you can sit on my lap if you want.” Clark, the head of PR for the company, joked with me. I couldn’t believe he would say that to me and my cheeks just turned red. “That won’t be necessary Mr. Evans.” Tom spoke up in my defense. “Is that so? What are you going to do about it, Hiddleston?” “Funny you should ask Mr. Evens, because I can fire you if I see fit.” “What? You can’t fire me!” Clark retorted, attempting to argue further, but Tom ended it all. “Actually Clark, I can. I have just been named CEO of Hayek Enterprises.” Chatter filled the room as Tom’s began settling with everyone. CEO? Oh man, that sounds like a lot more work to have to do for him. I think to myself. “Care to add anything else, Mr. Evans?” Tom asked and Clark kept quiet. I was lost in my own thoughts but Tom speaking pulled me out of my head. “This is why I called this little meeting this afternoon. I wanted to formally announce my new position and let everyone know, those of you have who work directly under my supervision, will be receiving an increase in their pay.” A few faces lit up as the words “increase in their pay” hit their ears. But he can do that now; he’s the CEO. However, I probably won’t see an increase because I just work part time and I’m just an assistant. “That’s about all I have for everyone today.” Tom says, standing from the head of the table and gathering together his belongings and walking towards the exit. I take that as my cue to get up and follow him, so I scurry out the door after him. “Nat, I need you to get my Mom on the phone and tell her I need to tell her some news, and then get my sisters on Skype. They’re having a spa day…or something today, so they’ll be together.” I giggle at Tom’s lack of knowledge of girly things but I go to my desk and pick up the phone. I look at the list of important numbers that he gave me and find the one that says “My Mom.” Tom made this list for me, of all the numbers I’d be using most often, according to him, and dial his Mom’s number. I call for Tom but he doesn’t answer; oh no. “Hello?” The voice on the other end comes through and I freeze…crap! Hello Mrs. Hiddleston, my name is Natalia and I’m an assistant of Tom’s. He asked me to call you for some good news he has but he seemed to have stepped out right as you answered.” I say as calmly as possible but, on the inside, I was freaking out. “Oh dear, he’s always so busy! I told him he should take some time off to relax but does he listen?” Mrs. Hiddleston spoke. Her voice was squeaky, sounding as if a squeaky toy that a dog would play with, was stuck in her windpipe. “I’m guessing not ma’am.” I answer, not sure what to say in this situation. She sighs and proceeds to ask about her son. “Is he working too hard> Does he seem worn out to you? Is he drinking too much coffee?” All her questions sounded typical of any concerned Mother but before I could answer anything else, Tom’s voice came through over the line. “Mum please, Natalia has a lot to do.” “I am so sorry dear, I just get worried about my little Tommy!” She cries and a whining Tom replies to her with “Mum!” I can’t hold in my laughter as I picture his cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “Don’t worry Mrs. Hiddleston, I’ll be sure to make sure he’s okay and not working too hard.” I say, sincerely. “Would you do that for me? Oh, my dear child; thank you!” I chuckle; who knew the CEO had such a caring Mom? “It’s my pleasure. You have a good day ma’am.” I tell her. “You too dear!” I smile and hang up the phone. Turning behind me in my office chair, I see Tom pacing as he speaks to his Mother. He stops abruptly to the pull the phone away from his ear, before he shakes his head, with that 1000 watt grin.

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jae-bummer · 7 years ago

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My Idol: The Finale

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - The Finale - Idols Tell All

Your chest was so tight you thought it would concave. How could things spiral so wildly out of control? All of your worst fears during the entirety of this experience had manifested themselves into this very moment. You allowed yourself to be more invested than you should have. You were the only one you could blame and you were infuriated with yourself.

“Baby! Baby girl!” Jay gasped, rushing behind you as he dodged the wires you had been tugging from your body.

You spun at a breakneck speed and leveled him with your best glare. “I told you to quit calling me that.”

“Y/N, won’t you believe me? This clown has no idea-”

“Can you blame me?” You interrupted, your thoughts somersaulting in thousands of directions, unsure of where to end. “How can I believe anything anymore?”

“You’re making me look like a fool,” Jay groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Making everything we built look foolish.”

“Concerned about yourself,” you clucked bitterly. “I should have known that’s all it would have been in the end.”

“I’m concerned about us,” Jay sighed weakly. “How can you expect me to just walk away after everything?”

“Were you here for me or the competition?” you whispered. “Tell me the truth.”

“You. A thousand times. We all came here for our careers...but stayed for you,” he said quietly.

“Then what Jooheon said...?” you trailed.

“He’s honest to a fault,” Jay nodded. “He won’t admit he was catching feelings because you didn’t pick him. Men have too much pride. If he was going down, all our asses were getting taken with him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning?” You hiccuped, your anger turning into tears again.

“Yeah, cause that’s what you want to hear on a date,” he muttered. “Ay, yo, shorty, this dating show you’re on has already had a winner picked, but psyche! None of the guys are actually going to follow the rules because you’re hot and actually have an IQ over 80. Jooheon was an ass to think it would go as planned. He’s too good at being perfect.”

You closed your eyes, trying to let the tidal wave of information wash over you. As you were preparing for this night, preparing for your decision, this situation had never reached the forefront of your thoughts.

“Hey,” Jay said quietly, approaching you slowly. He placed his hand lightly on your hip and began to pull you into his arms. You opened your eyes again, studying his earnest expression. “It’s me, Jay. You know you’ve been able to rely on me. Why stop now?”

“Why...why stop now?” you repeated, shaking your head slowly. You pushed at Jay’s chest, trying to escape all of the feelings that came along with being held in his arms. “I can’t Jay...I’m...I’m sorry.”

“So it’s like that?” he asked, backing away from your light shove. His eyes had changed, a familiar expression of hurt overtaking his features. “You believe him over me?”

“No,” you hummed, continuing to shake your head. “...I don’t believe in anyone anymore.”

Three months later...

You had circled the cafe twice before actually entering it. You were an hour early to your meeting, but that was more of a coping mechanism to deal with your anxiety. You were on a mission to find the perfect booth for optimal observing purposes.

You avoided the gaze of the coffee shop’s waitress, attempting to hide your face to the best of your ability. You were used to people staring at this point, squinting their eyes and conveying through facial expressions the question you dreaded hearing. “Haven’t I seen you before?”

Yes, you probably had.

And no, you didn’t want to talk about the My Idol season finale.

You tapped nervously on the cafe table you had positioned yourself at. The hard wood felt sturdy beneath your fingers, providing you a comfort you weren’t aware you needed. Maybe it had been a bad idea to arrive so early. As you gazed at the bustling patrons around you, you were left with your thoughts, which was a fairly dangerous thing.

The thought of meeting him at the coffee shop sent butterflies aflutter in your stomach. It seemed like ages since the last time your eyes had rested on his handsome face, the only one to truly reassure you during the entirety of this experience.

And one of the only ones you were truly willing to meet after this nightmare was officially over.

Granted, it wasn’t always a nightmare.

You rested your chin on your upturned palm and sighed, it had been a crazy couple of months.

You had ridden every high and low that had been thrown at you during My Idol, and considering the circumstances, you were fairly content with the way you had handled things. When you looked back, of course there were situations that made you cringe and face palm, or situations where you had weeped and felt like your heart was literally ripped from your chest, but you wouldn’t change anything.

You wouldn’t change even the smallest detail that was incorporated in your story because you were fulfilled with the person My Idol had made you.

Coming into this crazy experience, you thought you would be seen as a joke. Every day felt surreal and as you grew more and more well known, you were noticed as much as the idols that had surrounded you. You had grown a thick skin and a sharp tongue from interacting with anti-fans and even some of the idols themselves. You held your ground on decisions you made and guided yourself along your own journey. You were gifted with strong men to lean on, and even though you had found out in the finale that things weren’t originally as they seemed, you were pleased with knowing that most of the men had taken their fate into their own hands.

These men had met you and decided that they wanted to be standing at the end. No matter what contract or rules were presented to them. But also in the end, only one man initially told you the truth, and you had to reconcile that.

Of course, one by one, the idols you had met that had now turned into friends came forward. Most of them wanted to clear their conscience, while others wanted to convey that they simply liked you too much.

One of the first to come forward was JB. He was a shadow of the man you once knew, overcome with embaressment and nerves as you two had met at a park. After a solid five minutes of awkward silence, he finally began to release a flurry of anxious words, hardly stringing together an entire sentence. He knew he had upset you, fans, and his very own partner when the news broke. He was enticed by the attention, never thinking it would carry on for this long.

“I’m not the most likable personality,” he whispered, looking anywhere but at you. “When I made it past the first round, I tried to quit, but I couldn’t. I wanted to tell you...but of course it didn’t happen on my terms. As is the life of a celebrity.”

After your discussion, you felt at peace with his departure, accepting the unavoidable fact that JB was an incredible actor. You would never know if his feelings were reciprocated because it was too delicate of a question to ask, and frankly, you didn’t have the energy.

You hadn’t heard from him since.

The next two contacted you around the same time, but you had met with the youngest of the seven first. Mingyu bribed you with the allure of ice cream to settle down and talk out the situation. He insisted that he was not allowed to overlook his contract due to his management and thought that you were aware of the organized plot as well. He was completely clueless.

Which wasn’t necessarily a hard concept to associate with MIngyu.

As you thought back on the entirety of your My Idol interactions, Mingyu was oddly at peace with his departure from you, as well as his loss during the voting special. He had known all along that you weren’t set to pan out, but also knew that there could be a future once the show ended. He was cheerful as you expressed your forgiveness, insisting that everything happens for a reason, and he would love to continue getting to know you.

You would be going to Seventeen’s concert in three weeks to support him as any good friend should.

Shortly after your ice cream social, you met up with Sehun. He invited you to the same cafe you had traversed to and garnered life advice from a couple legitimately in love. He was relaxed as he saw you, his mouth turning up into an easy smile as he brought you into his arms. His story was similar to Mingyu’s, under the impression that you were in on the destiny funneled off for you all. He loved the experience as he didn’t get to date much as an idol, and had thought your first date had gone swimmingly.

He even asked if you still had his collectible photo card.

You did, but you lied and said you thought you had misplaced it.

Sometimes it was easier that way.

Sehun’s smile had faded for a moment, but he nodded, not allowing the small hiccup to dull his shine. He insisted you should see each other again sometime, and you happily agreed.

You had exchanged a few text messages since then, but no hangout pending.

The next to call you was Jooheon. It took at least a month for a number you had never recognized to text your phone. His method of conversation was ominous, and you weren’t truly certain of who you were meeting until you had appeared at the small cafe he had instructed you to go to. As soon as you sat down at the table, he dissolved into a mess of tears and frustration. He mentioned the battle of competition, the attraction of a guaranteed win, and the anger behind having that taken away from him.

But more solidly, the anger of not being selected by someone you cared about very much.

Jooheon’s apologies were sincere and his words were solemn. You were conflicted by the tone he had set, considering you had never seen the side of this man before. He was passionate about so many things and you had joined the growing list.

He insisted he wanted to make it up to you and begged you for another chance.

Chance still pending. You ignored his last three texts.

When the show had finished, you had thought of reaching out to Seunghyun. He had been gaining a lot of negative attention in the media lately for things unrelated to My Idol and you knew he didn’t need the stress from you as well. You did however send him a simple text once you managed to receive his number.

“no matter what you feel for me...you can always come back if you need to. i’m here for you and hope to see you in a brighter light soon. oo”

The silence from him was unfortunately the loudest.

The silence from Jay however was almost expected.

You had hurt him. Twice. And as he had said himself, he wasn’t one to be made a fool of.

Admittedly you had felt the strongest about Jay and once you had listened to the plight of the other idols, you had even considered contacting him, but you knew your efforts would be futile. You had pushed him away one too many times and you were certain he was done.

You missed him, that was a simple fact. It was easy to miss someone who cared and invested so much in you. Your heart ached when you looked back on your confusion, on his expression when you had told him the final “no.”

Maybe someday one of you would overcome your pride, but that day wasn’t today.

The last person for you to meet with today was actually the first to find himself in your inbox.

Taehyung.

The human sunflower himself.

“Hey Y/N,” his familiar and deep voice cooed as he stood before you. You shook your thoughts from the reflection of the men who apologized before him and focused on his face.

He was here. In this moment. Right now.

And he was just as glowing as you had remembered.

“Taehyung,” you whispered, looking up at him, letting a smile find your lips despite your reserve. You stood, an impulse you couldn’t deny. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and let out a light giggle.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered weakly. You settled back into your side of the booth and glanced at him, sneaking any look you could.

It was true, you had missed him.

“So should I address the elephant in the room?” he grinned.

“I sincerely don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hummed, batting your lashes. “There are no elephants in this room Taehyung.”

“No, but there’s one on my arm,” he chuckled, wiggling his brows. You knew of his patented moles on his bicep that he would often squeeze the skin below to create an elephant trunk.

It was nice to laugh with him. It was nice to laugh in general.

“But really,” he nodded, his face stoic for a moment. “We need to talk about...you know.”

“You don’t have to feel compelled,” you sighed. “I’ve heard it five times through now.”

“But you haven’t heard me,” he nodded. Suddenly any response you had crafted escaped your tongue. He was right. You nodded as well, signaling him to continue.

“It’s true, we had a meeting. We were told how the story would go. Besides Jooheon, we were all voted into our positions and progressed naturally. There was truth in the process,” he whispered lowly. It was difficult for him to speak, evident pain by having to dredge up something that hurt him to speak about. “We were told how it would end. But what I wasn’t told was how I should react to you. What I wasn’t told was how I should feel about you. What I wasn’t told was that I could possibly fall in love with you.”

Your jaw dropped for a moment, unsure of what you were hearing.

“I have difficulty in following rules, but I thought that if I didn’t...I would never have the chance to see you again. That scared me more than being voted off. I know it’s a poor excuse, but in order to win you, I had to lose you. I couldn’t protect you...But now that everything has settled, I’m left worrying that your angry with me...that by not telling you what happened I ruined any chance we could have had...that I’ll really have to be a simple bystander to your life.”

You swallowed, attempting to internalize his words.

While you sent away both men who had cared for you...they were unable to control their emotions. You however, were meeting with a man who could have appeared in your final two just as easily as Jooheon or Jay had. The one noble and pure soul who just wanted to love you and not win anything.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore,” he whispered. “Your trust is everything and I broke it. I just wanted to tell you my perspective...and I hope that it means something to you.”

“Taehyung,” you managed after several moments of silence. You reached out, encasing his large hands with yours. “We’ve made our mistakes...but I think...I think if I didn’t talk to you anymore...the worst mistake I could possibly make is walking away from you...when you waited for me.

And thank you...because it was an awful wait.”

Taehyung grinned, gripping your hands back. He lifted them to his lips and kissed your knuckles lightly.

You were rewriting your own story.

And the My Idol producers.

And the My Idol writer.

Couldn’t do anything about it.

The End.

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shinewithalltheuntold · 8 years ago

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Watershed, Part 1 of 6 (I think)

So, I am actually committing to finishing this fic even though I’m pretty sure I can count on one hand the number of people who are going to read it. But whatever, I really like the idea and I really like those few people so here it is - the Sanctuary/Once Upon a Time crossover fic I have been threatening promising @liberalmasochist for ages. Or at least the first bits of it. Rated T.

Summary: Helen Magnus decides she needs to build a second underground Sanctuary. And what better place than the middle of nowhere, Maine, where nothing interesting ever happens?

The benefit of living through the same century twice was not only having a fairly good idea of where and when important things happened, but also where they didn’t. Not everything of course, but if one paid attention to world events, one could make at least a reasonable guess.

Helen Magnus had paid attention.

Now, she was reaping the benefits of that foresight. It was ambitious – too ambitious, James insisted – to build two underground sanctuaries. But Helen knew that in order for this to work, in order for her to succeed, she would need backup plans for the backup plans.

Hence the second sanctuary. The first was to be in Old City, of course. She would need to be able to travel easily back and forth when she rejoined the world in 2011, and Old City was more home to her than any of the places she’d lived in the past, even England.

The second location had taken longer to determine. Not too close to the first; they needed enough distance that if one was discovered or damaged, the other would still be viable. But when the calderas blew it was going to cause disruptions across the globe so she couldn’t have the second sanctuary too far, either. So much was going to happen so quickly, and she had to be able to reach the backup sanctuary as fast as possible if need be. Placing it across an ocean was not feasible. So she and James, and a few others unknowingly, had determined where the calderas would cause minimal damage. Then she had looked for places that would both fit her geographical needs and be out of the way of history.

And had ended up here.

“Are you certain, Helen?” James looked around with thinly veiled disdain. He had never been a fan of the great outdoors, and this place was very outdoors. Nothing but trees as far as he could see, even though he knew they were right up against the Atlantic Ocean. “There’s nothing here.”

“That’s precisely why this is the perfect place,” Helen countered evenly, refusing to give into the urge to remind James that they’d already had this discussion. Multiple times. “Nothing is here, and nothing is going to be here. This part of the state stays mostly undeveloped.”

“And how will you explain people heading off into the woods with all the equipment you’ll be bringing?” There was one main road in the area, winding through the small towns sporadically dotting this part of the state, and he doubted the increased amount of traffic would go unnoticed.

“We’ll have to go slowly, of course,” Helen conceded. “But there are always campers and other hardy souls wanting to trek through the forest, make their mark. We’ll build cabins in a few strategic locations to funnel the larger equipment we’ll need; we can tear them down again once we have everything moved underground. And of course the transportation system will be the first priority. Once that’s in place, we won’t need a presence on the surface at all, really.”

“Mmm…”James hummed noncommittally, still taking in what she was sure was every single detail of their surroundings down to the smallest leaf. She loved that brilliant mind of his, but damned if he hadn’t used it to pick apart every piece of her plan for the past half-century. As much as she knew she needed that in order to succeed, it was exceedingly irritating at times. Like now.

“It’s the most logical place, James.” It really was. It was far enough from Old City, but still in North America. She had done a thorough survey of the land and the effort it would take to make it suitable to house an underground facility was far less than what was necessary for the primary Sanctuary. The real work was going to be in setting up the transportation system, but that would come once both complexes were complete.

“Very well, my dear,” James gave in with his characteristic air of begrudging resignation. “You’ve made your argument; I’m convinced. We shall build your new Sanctuary here.”

Helen graced him with one of her most blindingly brilliant smiles. In a rare moment of unfettered glee, she flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly, heedless of the machinery pressing uncomfortably into her chest. Her plan was coming together. She was going to make this happen, and she was going to make it happen here.

In the middle of nowhere on the coast of Maine, where nothing noteworthy had ever occurred or ever would.

#annie writes #sanctuary #ouat #crossover fic #helen magnus #james watson #I don't even know what to tag this you guys #I just don't even know

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wilwywaylan · 8 years ago

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Silent-web-of-wyrd said :

Shinji x Yuki !

Send a pairing/couple and the numbers. (◕‿◕✿)

Big steps in the relationship !

1. Who made the first move / who kissed who first ? Shinji did, by kissing Yuki and then lying down on his lap like a drunk cat. Then he had to assure him that he wasn’t drunk and he knew exactly what he was doing : claiming his love for his little messenger. Yuki was understandably a bit startled. Especially when Shinji then dragged him with him to sleep on the couch.

2. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first ? Shinji already told the Vizored about his feelings. And lamented. And complained. And rolled on the floor. They know everything because he can’t help but tell them. As soon as he could, Yuki ran to the 11th division and asked Tomoyo about what he was supposed to do, to feel or to say. Tomoyo had nothing better to do than ask her crazy teammates, almost causing Yuki’s death by blushing. But the ones who were aware of the relationship first were probably the Vizored. It’s a bit hard to tell.

3. What do their family/friends think of their relationship ? Shinji’s bunch of strange persons he calls his friends and family (okay, he calls them his “idiots” but that’s the same) are very happy for him, of course. There are a few comments when they see his choice of partner, of course, and a few advices on how to handle him to a bewildered Yuki. But for the most part, they accept him in their little group. Tomoyo-dono is very happy for her little friend. She even encourages him to be bolder, more daring with Shinji. With lots of.... imaginative words. Yuki tries his best not to listen to her advices. Momo is very happy to see her captain happy, because he’s a good captain (if kinda lazy). She hopes Yuki’s dedication will rub off him a little, and get him to work more. For now, it’s the opposite. She still hopes. As for Yuki’s family, they think that Shinji is barely better than a Hollow. In fact, they would almost be happier to see him with a Hollow because they could slay him and be done with him. Instead, he’s a Vizored, but a captain, so they have to endure his horrible smile and the knowledge that Yuki chose for himself, someone they would never, ever accept.

4. Which couple/family are they closest to ? The Vizored are one big, happy family who gladly incorpores everyone they take a liking too. This includes Akon because Hiyori grabs him and doesn’t let go, Momo who Shinji proudly annonces is his “new daughter”, Kira because Rose wants him to feel loved, and of course, Shinji’s partner Yuki. He takes some time to truly fit with them, and he still kinda thinks they’re totally crazy, but he feels very comfortable with them now.

5. When do they move together ? Where and how ? They start almost as soon as they are together. Yuki starts spending more and more time with his captain-lover, and one day, Shinji just decides to move all his lover’s belongings to his room and make it their shared room. Yuki goes along, of course. Shinji’s place is bigger, full of light, comfortable, and contains, well, Shinji.

6. Who proposes and how ? Shinji. And it was totally decontracted and out of the blue, like “hey, we’ve been together for a while, and I love you. Let’s get married”. Cue a Yuki turning red from head to toe. And since Shinji is a little shit, he’ll invite Yuki’s whole family, just to rub it in their faces that he’s marrying their son / grandson / nephew / scapegoat and there’s nothing they can do about it.

7. Where do they go on their honeymoon ? Do you really think Shinji will hesitate only a little before charging Yuki in his suitcase and heading to the Human World ? There are so many things he can show him ! Even Karakura, because Yuki has never seen Karakura, or the Living World, or anything outside of the Seireitei, really. Later, the world, but for the honeymoon, Karakura is way enough. They have lots of fun running around, Shinji showing Yuki everything he can. Then they invade Kisuke’s shop, crash under his kotatsu, drink his tea and steal a bed. And it’s totally perfect.

Let’s talk about sex~

8. Who has the biggest kink (and what is it) ? Shinji has several, mainly shibari, but he never talks about it in fear of upsetting Yuki, or making him uncomfortable. One day, he mentions bootblacking in conversation with Rose, and immediatly does a double take when he realizes that Yuki is in the room. But Yuki doesn’t seem that afraid, and after a while to digest the information, and when he’s sure to catch Shinji alone, he tells him that he wouldn’t be against trying it, because it’s not a plan to humiliate him. Shinji assures that they don’t have to try, but Yuki insists. Shinji gives him the biggest hug he can muster.

9. Who initiates sex more often ? Shinji. Not that Yuki isn’t interested by sex, despite a few... rocky experiments, but he’s very shy, and can’t fathom why anyone, especially his strong captain, could be interested in his little person. Shinji is very happy to show him that yes, he is.

10. What kink/kinks turn(s) one (or both) of them off ? Everything that includes pain is absolutly forbidden for Yuki. Like, nope. Absolutly not. Shinji isn’t keen on him either, but what turns him off is rather a mix of... signals. Smells, touchs, a word said in a particular word... It’s enough to totally kill the mood.

11. What’s the craziest place they’d have sex ? Shinji’s bed. Yuki wouldn’t want to do it anywhere else. Too audacious, too much danger of being caught. And having sex in a hammock isn’t the best either. So bed it is.

12. Who is more aggressive in bed ? No one. Yuki doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body, including in bed. Shinji does his best to stay gentle with him.

13. How does the other person react when their partner wears something special (boots, lingerie, etc.) ? Yuki becomes aaaaaall red all over, and stammers and hides and stammers more. He’s happy, of course, and very very grateful. He’s just not used to it at. all. Shinji is always very happy, always makes a point to compliment Yuki and tells him how good it looks and how happy he is.

14. Lights on or off ? Half-half. A soft, glowing light, just enough to see the other’s face and smile, not enough to see the scars and marks.

Quirks and habits

15. What are their quirks while sleeping ? Shinji sleeps like a cat. He starts out laying down in an almost normal way, then progressivly starfishes across the whole mattress. Since Yuki sleeps all curled up in a tight little ball (years of sleeping in a hammock don’t help), they fit together quite well. Yuki being a light sleeper, Shinji moving often wakes him up. So he ends up sleeping on top of him. There’s still a risk to be pushed from the bed, but it’s way better like that (and it gets him lots of hugs !)

16. Who is the morning person/night person ? Yuki is a VERY EARLY MORNING person. He’s used to because of his messenger job, for which he has to get up really early. At night, he’s exhausted and crashes into bed. Shinji likes to take his sweet time on mornings, and drag Yuki back in bed with him for a few lazy hours.

17. Who wakes the other one up with kisses ? Yuki sometimes, when he feels happy, but he’d rather let Shinji sleep because if he needs sleep, then the captain needs even more sleep ! That’s logical ! Captains do more than messengers, they need more sleep ! (that explains Shinji’s inordinate amount of naps too.)

18. Who is the romantic one (Valentine’s Day or other) ? ..... Shinji is not romantic AT ALL so Yuki wins by default. Which doesn’t mean anything, because he can’t romance anyone to save his life. That’s not part of a good education, except things like writing poetry to your bethroted. Which Shinji wouldn’t be interested in. So no. No romantic one, really.

19. Who would lead in ballroom dancing ? Shinji. Yuki may have learned to dance as part of his noble upbringing, but Shinji is suprisingly light on his feet and graceful, and he loves to grab Yuki and dance around the furniture in his office.

20. Who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch ? Shinji because he’s the one who knows about movies. Yuki is always eager to discover those weird stories his captain seems to love (because it means snacks and hot drinks and cuddles with the captain. So good).

21. Who is the one who would pay for dates ? Probably Shinji at first, because he has the money. Now that he earns more, being the capitain’s personnal messenger, Yuki tries to invite him to dates too, but Shinji always refuses because he wants to treat him. The only time when he lets Yuki invite him is for his birthday.

22. Who takes over the beauty/style department ? Depends on the occasion. Shinji takes over for their daily life : finding Yuki better uniforms, helping with his hair and everything... But for special occasions, Yuki takes over and dresses and arranges Shinji’s hair. Because no, captain, you can’t wear a tie with a kimono. Please no.

23. What would they get each other for gifts ? Shinji brings Yuki things from the Living World. It’s easy, because Yuki isn’t used at all to get presents, so even the smallest token makes him happy. But the cuter, the better. He has several cute toys (Pokemon figures and plushes, a few Hello Kitty, a Neko Atsume plush, and even a few Disney toys), nice human clothes that are was comfier than his uniforms, human food... He loves each and every present he gets. Yuki tends to ask Rose for advices on what to buy for his captain-partner. It’s not easy to find, especially music-related gifts, and Yuki doesn’t have lots of money. So when he wants to make Shinji happy, he writes and delivers cute little messages to him. Shinji keeps them in a special folder. When he has enough money, he buys tasteful things. Not to sat that Shinji has bad taste, but Yuki bought him a beautiful kimono, the best coffee he could find, those kinds of things. It makes Shinji really, really, really happy.

24. Who cusses more ? Shinji, Shinji, Shinji, He’s not cursing at Hiyori levels because no one does beside Hiyori, but he still uses his fair amount of curses. Yuki almost never cusses, which makes it way impressive when he does.

25. Who remembers things ? And who forgets the birthdays and anniversaries (and has to be forgiven) ? Both. Yuki doesn’t have lots of dates to remember, so it’s quite easy. Shinji is a bit absent-minded, but he has an habit to take notes on everything that’s at hand : reports, forms, candy wrappers, Rose’s music sheets, Aizen’s novel pages... Most of the time, he can’t find them after five minutes and has to take some more notes.

26. Who is the bigger cuddler ? Shinji, because he loves hugs and cuddles. Yuki does too, but he doesn’t dare disturbing his captain, especially when he’s busy. Luckily for him, Shinji seems to always guess when there’s a huge need of cuddles around.

27. Nicknames for each other ? Yuki absolutly refuses to use Tomoyo’s nickname of “Captain Rack-of-Teeth” under any condition. Shinji is now “Shinji-sama”, and that the extend of what he’s able to use. Shinji calls Yuki by his name, but takes great pleasure into drawling it as much as he can. Yukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~.

28. Who decorates the apartment ? Mostly Shinji, because they live in his captain quarters. He brought a lot of things from the Living World, to be more comfortable, surrounded by everything dear to him. Yuki just added small, personnal touches here and there.

29. Who initiates duets ? Shinji. Half of the time, that’s because he’s singing along whatever record is playing at the moment, and he tries to get Yuki to join. Which doesn’t work because Yuki is very shy, and doesn’t know the words anyway. It only works with a few songs they both know, and often needs him to be a bit drunk.

30. What do they do to cheer each other up ? They both send each other happy little messages, sometimes through Yuki, sometimes through others. Shinji puts on loud music, rolls Yuki in a blanket and gives him the sweetest hot chocolate he can make, then hugs the Yuki-roll and cuddles him. Yuki’s method is more or less the same because he learnt it from him. It involves cuddling Shini, dragging him outside to watch the fishes in the nearest koi pond, asking Rose for a good snack. When they are in bed, they have taken too to cover each other’s scars, with words, signs or drawings in ink.

Daily life

31. Who is more tech-savvy ? Shinji, because he’s the one who knows about all those funny little human devices he brought from the Living World. Yuki is endlessly amazed by everything he can do with them.

32. Who drinks all of the coffee ? Shinji, because Yuki drinks tea. But he drinks looooots of it. His office always smells of coffee, and there’s always a pot brewing for him somewhere.

33. Who does what chores ? The advantage of being a captain of the Gotei 13, is that you get servants to do them for you. Which is good, because Yuki has been raised as a noble, and can’t do them to save his life (okay, he can do basic cleaning and take bloodstains out of everything, but that’s all). Shinji does the chores he likes, like cooking, but that’s all. The rest is taken care of. Even the paperwork, that’s what Aizen is for.

34. Who kills the bugs ? No one ! You don’t kill bugs, you catch them and release them outside ! Or you make Yuki cry. Your pick.

35. Who makes the bed in the mornings ? What is this “bed-making” you’re talking about ? Shinji doesn’t make beds because he loves lounging around and stay in bed in the morning for hours. And takes naps. And loves to drag Yuki with him. Besides, Yuki doesn’t know how to make beds anyway.

36. Who starts getting into holidays way before they should ? Shinji. Holidays means fun and good food and sometimes presents, but above all, friends and fun. So he gets in the mood early, obtaining snacks from Rose, polishing his holidays clothes and decorating everything he can. At first, Yuki doesn’t really understand. For him, holidays are like other days, workdays. Once he stays with Shinji, he starts to understand and gladly follows his lead.

37. Who initiates the couple selfies ? Shinji, of course. He’s the one who owns a camera, and he loves catching Yuki and smushing him against him to take a pic, with goofy smiles or faces. At first, Yuki was startled and a bit afraid, but he very quickly got used to it, and he likes it a lot now.

38. Who always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping ? Strangely, Yuki. But that’s not his fault. Can you see how MANY snacks are available in human shops ? Really, he can’t help but want to try them all. Shinji is more than happy to enable him.

39. Who asks to keep the abandoned kitten/puppy they find in the rain ? Shinji tends to keep a lot of abandoned creatures, mainly Yuki and Momo. But honestly, both, because they can’t resist a poor, abandonned kitten, puppy, bird or other animal. They both know very well what it’s like to be lost and lonely.

40. So how many pets, and who rememebers to feed them ? They find a cute little cat in the rain, nothing more than a ball of wet fur with pointy ears and a tail. They bring it home, clean it, feed it, and name it Shizuka. The cat quickly becomes a fixture of Shinji’s office and their home, and proceeds to make his name a total lie, by climbing the curtains, playing with the paperwork, running around at full speed and trying to eat Aizen’s hair. They still both remember to feed him, and he turns into a purring monster as soon as he’s on their lap.

41. Who gets babied when they’re sick ? Both. Shinji takes care of Yuki because he knows Yuki almost never got taken care of, and he loves how happy he looks when he brings him tea, medecine or hugs. Yuki takes care of Shinji because he loves him and wants to make him feel as loved and protected as Shinji usually does.

42. Who brings breakfast to bed ? Yuki likes to surprise Shinji with a warm beverage on cold mornings. The first time he tried, he brought him a cup of tea, and started a panic attack that ended up in tears (Shinji’s and Yuki’s) and needed Rose’s intervention. Now that he knows, he takes great care of bringing him the best coffee he can brew.

43. Who has sole posession of the T.V. remote ? Shinji, because he has possession of the TV too, and Yuki doesn’t know anything about TV or remotes. Besides, Shinji knows how to arrange the sound, and Yuki is quite happy to just cuddle with him.

44. Who comes home drunk at 3am ? Shinji, because he’s always out to party with the other Vizored captains (and sometimes other people too). Yuki stays with him most of the time to walk him home and prevent him from getting lost. But since he falls asleep on the captain halfway through the party, most of the time, Kensei is the one bringing them home.

45. What do they do when they’re away from each other ? Shinji does his captain job... most of the time. He spends time with Rose, Kensei and Hiyori and Kisuke when they visit, throws his office supplies at Aizen’s head, spends time with Momo to help her get back on her feet, lies on his couch and listens to jazz... He’s a very busy captain. Yuki does his messenger job and runs around a lot. He visits Tomoyo at the 11th and Rie in the archives building, and spends time with them. Sometimes, he has to visit his family, but he does is very reluctently, and most of the time, he waits for Shinji to drag him with him as much as possible. When Shinji is away on a mission, he spends all his free time in the 11th division.

46. What are they afraid of ? Now that he’s atuned to his Hollow, Shinji doesn’t fear losing control anymore and see his other part destroy everything he holds dear. Same for Aizen ; now that the former lieutenant-captain-lover-lord-of-hueco-mundo-with-god-complex is chained to his desk with a mountain of paperwork, he’s safe on that side too. The only thing left to fear, beside an angry Hiyori with a sandal, is what the assholes in the Central 46 could decide about them being horrible creatures and whatnot. At least the captain commander is on their side. Yuki fears a lot of things : people stronger than him, Himiko, large dogs, Himiko, storms, Hollows and Himiko. But his deeper fear is for Shinji to somehow get fed up with him and deciding that he doesn’t want him anymore. He’s deathly scared of being left alone once again. Now that he got a taste of what true love, affection and companionship means, he’s not sure he could go back to his former life.

47. How often do they fight ? Never. Not because Yuki is a wimp who covers at the slightest hint of a scream. You’d be surprised at how forceful he can be when something upsets him enough. They never fight because Shinji rather tells Yuki when there’s something wrong, and he’s now an expert at reading when Yuki is angry or sad. So they sit and talk it out, to find a solution. They both had enough unsaid things poisoning their lives for a lifetime or two, and they’d rather not waste a wonderful relationship because of small things blown up until they explode.

48. What would they do if the other one was hurt ? Yuki mostly panics. The captain is hurt, something is very very wrong and what can he do ! But he tries to hide it as best as he can, because it’s not about him, and tries to be as useful as he can. Shinji would raise hell and exact a holy vengeance on the culprit. Someone helps the one who dared hurting his lover, because they are about to get a firsthand taste of hell. Then, hugs and cuddles.

And once they have kids…

49. How many kids ? Momo Maybe they will adopt children once Yuki is feeling better about his life, family, and himself in general. Which means in a very, very long time. They’ll probably go and find cute, orphaned, shinigami children in the Rukongai (or hell even non-shinigami) and bring them to live with them. How many, I don’t know. Maybe a lot, because once he’s better, Yuki will probably want his own family. As Shinji, he loves being surrounded with people, and children are fun and nice, so he’s totally on board.

50. Who is the stricter parent ? Shinji, but not by much. Yuki doesn’t have one strict bone in his body, coming for years of abuse, low self-esteem and naturally meek personnality. Shinji, as a captain, has to be strict sometimes, but he would still be a very permissive parent.

51. Who stays up late helping with homework ? Yuki. Part because he wants to help, and part because Shinji already has a lot of work, even with Aizen doing his paperwork, and he deserves to rest on the evenings.

52. Who likes to take the family out and for what ? Shinji LOVES dragging all his little family to the Living World for a day of fun. Shopping, amusement parks, movies, concerts, cozy little coffee shops... He always plans a nice little schedule for them, full of nice, fun and relaxing activities, and brings them back to Kisuke’s shop for a last cup of tea before heading to bed.

#bleach #my OCs #hirako shinji #nakada yuki #this is so indulgent #and so long #and so old !#but at least it's done !#:D

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keepingtarotreal · 8 years ago

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Lilith

(Just a little AU/OC fanfic to warm my writing muscles a bit. Hope you enjoy. And if you haven’0t read The Wicked + The Divine yet, YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD)

Old Friend

September 7th 2014

As we fall into sequence

and we're eating our young

remain silent and still for modesty

When the splints have been broken

and they can't help you now

do you pray with your eyes closed naturally

A little prayer, more like a mantra to help me focus a bit.

Breathe. In and out. Take it deep, relax, just let it all flow.

I’m ready.

Follow me into nowhere

Woven with the utmost care

I took the deck of cards with one hand and started shuffling and mixing them up, over and over for what must’ve been about a couple minutes. Letting the vibe stick to and pool within them, letting it flow through each and every Arcanum; all so I could leave them back at the table. Taking a deep breath once again, I pulled up the cards and distributed them in three little mounds, as always.

Left. Center. Right.

And then I exhaled, nodding as I passed my hand swiftly above the card mounds. Waiting to see which one would call up to me.

And then I felt it.

When it's cold outside

Hold me

Don't hold me

When I choose to rest my eyes

Coax me

Don't coax me

When it's cold outside

Hold me

Don't hold me

When I choose to rest my eyes

Coax me

Don't coax me

Center.

That was the one I had to use. As if I’d stung my hand just as it passed over it; that’s how it made me notice it. And just like that, I took the other two aside and unfolded the cards on the table, like spreading a fan. Judging, once again waiting to feel which would call to me; which happened quite a bit faster than before.

I touched the card right in the middle of the line, grabbed it between my fingers and swiftly help it up to my face, before turning it around to see…

-The Moon.

Confusion. Fear. Sorrow. Madness. Meh…

Have they cleansed you with chloride

and scrubbed behind the knees

Has your body been hollowed by the breeze

Just as I expected to get, but oh well. I picked up the cards and reunited them all in one deck again, which I guarded in their little silky bag and stuffed in my backpack before pulling out my earbuds and looked around for the waitress. I called her with a little “check please” sign and already had the money out when she got to me, so I stood up and gave it to her, before holstering my pack over my shoulder, pulling my hoodie over my face and putting my buds back on my ears, ready to go out from the coffee.

I wasn’t really shocked to see the Moon come up in my reading.

It wasn’t a very good day, after all.

I’d even cite Bukowski, but I like to consider myself far less pretentious than the alarming number of poseurs characterized for doing it in these situations; so I’d rather abstain myself from it. Still, ‘twas a bad day. A very bad day. Which was sad, because, it was a rainy day, and I absolutely adore rainy days; but still, not even walking down the downpour cheered me up, even if I tried imagining it was “cleansing me of my negativity” or whathaveyou, letting the bad things flow with the water and let go. I didn’t really know if it helped, but meh.

I had it coming, after all.

I shouldn’t have visited him. I shouldn’t have gone to his job; no matter how much I missed him, no matter how long I had gone without seeing him, I shouldn’t have gone. It was a bad idea.

And bad ideas breed bad days.

It’s not because of him. Of course it’s not because of him; he was as charming and lovely and jovial as always, and treated me the best. We talked, we laughed, we joked around; and as always he made me feel like everything was fine. Like everything was perfect, just as he always did.

It was all because of me. Because, when the time to go crept its ugly head around, I didn’t know how to hug him without making him uncomfortable, how to hold him without betraying myself to the instinct of reaching out for his lips.

And he noticed it.

And it was awkward for him.

I know it was, even if he denied it, I know it was.

Such a long time since we broke up and I still hadn’t learnt my lesson.

Such a long time since he was seeing somebody else and I still let it eat me up inside.

Just as I always did.

Per saecula saeculorum.

I'm a sweet

Little love maker

Finding time

To make my words better

It was getting late. I looked at my watch and it already marked 6:00pm; and going around the streets this late wasn’t really very safe. Not in this city, not in this country, and the rain certainly didn’t help, as much as I liked it.

So I tried to speed up a bit, and look around for any cab or bus or anything, but nothing came up. I was arriving at the stop right in the intersection between the Lara and Los Leones Avenue, a crossroad right in the east of Barquisimeto, and yet there was nothing. Not even people, really, which was kinda odd; there were always people in the streets, hurrying it up trying to get to safety or something. I didn’t quite know if this loneliness soothed me or disturbed me, but I decided to relegate that to the back of my mind for the time being.

Lately I

Not so present now

Not enough

For your constant fun

And then I saw something moving next to me. A shadow. I tried to keep my composure, hide my shock, keep myself moving, try to act as unfazed as possible, check if my legs still worked well and run like hell; all in the span of 5 seconds. At least until I noticed it was just a person.

An old lady, to be more precise.

And old lady dressed in black, with a long gauzy veil covering her face, only barely clouding her stern features and her violet eyes and her skin like dust.

I've got time, but you're tired of waiting

You only want me in open spaces

Come fill your gaps with people

I know no one

I gave out a little sigh as I tried to figure out how to get my heart back in my chest after the jump it had done a moment ago. I looked again and she was still there, and I really didn’t know if I was expecting for her to talk to me or scream bloody murder or disappear or whatever. A few cars roamed the streets now, but there was still no sign of the bus or even cabs.

At least there were a few more pedestrians walking around us now. But they all paid particular attention to the old woman, which only confirmed that I hadn’t imagined her.

And that didn’t make me feel any calmer.

The longest minutes in my entire life passed while I was stuck in that situation, and the only thing that distracted me from that whole ordeal was FKA Twigs’ music thumping in my ears, reminding me that time was actually moving forward.

So I tried to ignore the more uncomfortable bits and limit myself to wait for the bloody public transport service while it didn’t come, leaving me here in the middle of the city with a woman who looked like she stepped right out of Alan Wake.

How does it feel to have me thinking about you?

Or at least, that’s what I hoped to do, before I noticed the old lady looking at me with a keen interest.

Especially because of the stark seriousness of her gaze. And because I swear those eyes, those purple eyes looking at me from underneath her wet mourning veil, softly glowed.

And then I saw her mouthing something and I don’t know what the hell inspired me to take off my earbuds.

-Excuse me?

-The abyss’ call. That’s its name, if I remember correctly.

So lonely trying to be yours

What a forsaken cause

So lonely trying to be yours

When you're looking for so much more

To be yours

To be yours…

She spoke in the tired, sepulchral tone of someone who carried millennia of living in her shoulders.

Ancestral.

-Just as you gaze into the abyss, you can feel, even if for the smallest of moments, the impulse to throw yourself into it. Before rationality imposes itself again, one can feel it’s calling, though we never do answer it. And we are always left with in doubt, isn’t it?

I nodded. I didn’t know what scared me the most: what she was saying, or that I understood it perfectly.

-What if I told you, that you can find out what it feels like?

I didn’t waste one second to spit back.

-That you’re tacitly telling me to throw myself down a cliff.

-and if I told you that it’s possible, would you take that chance?

-…frankly, I don’t know.

-It is much better that way. To take a leap of faith…

And before I could really understand what the old lady’s words meant, I saw her eyes glowing a lot more intensely than before. Not just her eyes: her entire being was engulfed in a flash of pearly light, so strong that I swear for a moment I was left blind.

And in that moment, in that moment everything came crumbling down, and I fell down into the void, as her words echoed in my ears:

-You’re of the Pantheon.

Screams. Screams? I screamed. I think I screamed. Or laughed. Or wept. I don’t know. I just know there was screaming around me. Screams and moans and wails of pleasure and sighs and whispers and teeth chattering with cold and fear and canticles sung in the middle of the forest and the cries of newborns and…

-You will be loved. You will be hated. You will be brilliant. In two years you will be dead.

Touches and slashes and scratches and caresses. I saw worlds I never lived in-or did I?-distant and far away places, lost to time. I saw temples and meadows in forests and throne rooms. I saw statues and paintings and mosaics and stained glass. I saw entire eras unfolding before me, colliding with my sense of reality until I became smithereens, until something within me broke.

And something within me reached out.

Like a bird scratching with its beak at the insides of its egg and flapping its wings until it broke.

And for a moment, just for one moment, I was no more. And I existed in everything and everyone at the same time. And in that moment called infinity, in that small instant, I screamed like a newborn, as if coming out of the Earth itself.

-You’re Queen of the Night.

And I flapped my wings, once and again. I flapped them with determination and longing, and I felt the soft feathers rubbing against my skin, and I felt my claws growing strong like steel.

-You’re the Owl haunting at night.

And I heard, so far and yet so close, chants and praises in my name. They worshipped me. They venerated me. I was their everything. In my honor they carried out rites, in my honor they dropped to their knees.

I was their God.

Their Goddess, actually.

I flapped again, and I halted my fall, slowly, bit by bit, until instead of descending I was going up. I felt the abyss calling up to me, but it wasn’t coming from the depths anymore, but from the sky.

And so, I flew.

-Mistress of the Witches and Mother of Abominations.

And with the wind humming in my ears and the night’s chill draping me like a mantle, I rose up to the highest heavens, crowned as I was by clouds and stars. And I shone. I shone with silver light, I shone and illuminated everything around me

I was the Moon.

I was the Queen of the Night.

-The First Wife. The First Rebel. The First.

And so I opened my eyes and fell back to reality, to at world where it wasn’t raining anymore, where the clouds suddenly parted and the full Moon shone over me like a reflector, just in time for me to hear the last words spoken by the old lady.

-We meet again, Lilith. I’ve missed you.

Ananke. That was her name. Ananke.

Necessity.

And it was true. I was a God.

Or rather, a Goddess.

-…mmhm?

I meowed with a little curiosity. There were so many things pounding inside of me. Confusion, yes; madness, yes; sorrows that I couldn’t quite identify as mine or someone else’s. Energy. Something throbbing strongly within my being and fighting to get out, to pour, to flow in streams… but that I held back for some reason.

And then I noticed. The other walkers; some where still there. Witnessing everything. Surprised. Shocked.

Expecting.

And it was then that I pulled my head up, opened my mouth and let that… thing come out. Voices speaking in dead tongues along with lights both pale and silver and birds flittering here and there surged from within me in a spring, a geyser, an eruption, a tsunami that carried away everyone present, on foot and in their cars and the buses and the establishments. I knew everyone noticed it.

I don’t know for how long I did it, but I eventually ceased my singing. My screeching. And in just as much time many of them fled, cars pulling away from their channels, some losing control only to regain it just in time while others scratched each others I the softest ways possible. I dunno how there weren’t any major accidents.

A miracle, I guess. It was a miracle.

And then there were those that stayed. Some down to their knees, crying or moaning; others fighting with their peers over the slightest of reasons and at least two men furiously masturbating for everyone to see.

It was chaos.

It was madness.

My madness.

My creation.

My power.

Mine, all mine, all mine.

I came down from my high solely because I heard the ancient one… I mean, Ananke drawing near.

-Letting yourself go, as usual.

I turned my head to see her, and noticed her face was serene despite all that happened around us. I tilted a little as I looked intently at her, at least until I felt I hadn’t blinked in a few too many seconds.

-How do you feel?-she asked me, and her voice softened, taking on the tone of a grandmother speaking to the grandchild she hadn’t seen in a long while.

An old friend, she was. Or maybe an old enemy. Was there any difference between the two?

-Who else has Returned?

-Only you, so far. You’re the First, as always when you manifest.

-Ah, yes… the opening act… that’s how they call it I guess, isn’t it?

I looked at her intently once more. I could taste something, in the air, within me, but I didn’t quite understand what it was yet.

-Do not disdain your roll at the Recurrence. The first one to return always paves the way for the others, and helps to remind the faithful as to why they keep their hopes aflame. That’s why it brings me joy to see you…

-Don’t try to sweeten me with your words, Ananke. We both… we both know the veil on your face is no match for the one covering your intentions.

She kept quiet for a moment. Her expression changed; but it retained that same serene contemplation from before. Only with a scant hint of haughtiness.

Haughtiness I hadn’t seen in a long, long while.

Since the Neolithic, maybe. Or perhaps earlier. I just have a flair for the dramatic.

-How much do you remember?

-Nothing. Not for now. You know how the Great Void is…but I do feel you’re not to be trusted.

-Neither are you. Or anyone, for that matter: a lesson you keep soliloquizing about…

She would’ve continued talking, but I diverted my attentions to a nearby puddle, illuminated by the moonlight. I instinctively snapped my fingers and the water cleared and calmed, and I could see myself reflected upon it.

Lilith reflected upon it.

My clothes had changed. My body had changed. No longer was I just a pudgy young man wearing black, with a disheveled beard and glasses and sad eyes. Where there was before a gigantic hoodie, now I had a blood red sleeveless vest covered in dangling chains and amulets, black leather boots similarly covered and ripped black jeans; where I was fat before… well, ok, I was still chubby, but I could notice a bit more muscle underneath, calling attention to notorious pecs and bulging arms and tense legs; my face hadn’t changed its features but my beard was more neatly styled, and both it and my hair were now reddish copper.

I was…

Magnificent.

I was a man. A strong man. A strong man incarnating something… different.

Something dangerous, even.

I was a man and I was a Goddess.

And that amused me.

-As always, you loose yourself in your vanity-I felt it less chiding and more mocking, if you ask me.

-Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.

-That verse speaks of the meaninglessness of everything, rather than vainglory, as is your case.

-Details, details.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them up again, I saw them in the puddle, glowing in silver light. A couple of brilliant orbs, made in the likeness of the very beacon shining over me right now… at which point I sighed and looked up to see it. To see the Moon in all its splendor. That same Moon that was now reflected into me. That was a part of me.

-What does fate hold for me, Ananke?

-Certainly, whatever is it that you so converge. You’ve always been that way. Indomitable.

I smiled despite myself, and I raised my arms in a sign, as if they were wings.

Not because they were, it was just a reflex. I still hadn’t gotten used to it.

To let my wings out. To spread them as I should.

-What does fate hold for me? …whatever I want.

-I recommend moderation, Lilith. Remember your excesses tend to take the best of you.

-Au contraire. My excesses are the best of me. And this place certainly needs… excess.

And on that final note I looked at her for the last time before taking up flight and going, leaving behind that old lady and a handful of worshippers as I opened my mouth once again, to screech, to sing. To let it be heard in every nook and cranny and have it echo all over the world.

The Queen of the Night had descended once again.

And as expected, I wouldn’t be the only one to come back. No, I wouldn’t. But I would be me.

And that was enough to amuse me while it lasted…

Once again, I return.

She will always be a broken girl

September 7th 2014

#wicdiv the wicked + the divine fanfic

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