#additionally i would like to hear what you guys think knife would choose as a prize if he won

[snailfen]

more thoughts/headcanons about suitcase! second part of this is related to the travel pins/ stickers headcanon that i havent drawn yet oops oops o

ive been wondering what the s2 finalists would use their prize for (cabby-style. I dont think mephone ever had that million dollars.) if there was like a regular finale. part of me thinks that if suitcase won, she would choose to go take a trip around the world.

obviously, she feels like she wants to move on but she's not sure she can do that when she's around everyone. i do think what knife says about this is right, but i also think suitcase isn't wrong for feeling like this. i feel like if she's using it less as escapism, and more like, well, getting out there and making something of herself outside the show and getting away from what she was made to do, it would be a good choice for her.

i like the idea of her either choosing to travel with some friends who might want to see the world as well, but also i like the idea of her going alone as well. also the thought of one final talk with some of her allies, actual friends, or nickel to tie up loose ends and promise that she'll see them again someday before she leaves gets me emotional as hell. GOD.

additional headcanon based on my travel pins/sticker headcanons that i havent drawn yet Oops, balloon asks about them one day and if shes been to any of the places her pins are based on (like a pin of the eiffel tower or idk object show statue of liberty), and obviously suitcase says no, but that those are places she'd like to go see someday!

atp she knows the season 1 contestants had a """trip around the world""" (WE KNOW THEY DIDNT NOW. but still) so she asks him about that and he's like "ohhhh thatttt hahaha i um. wasnt invited." and shes like "oh really??? thats so unfair!!" and right there she promises him that if she wins, she's gonna use the money to take a trip around the world, and she'll make sure he gets invited! to me this interaction takes place when they've just started gravitating towards each other, but still.

might draw a comic based on that last thing. they make me explode RAHHHHH

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

I finally finished MAZM: Phantom of the Opera! I’m leaving the review under the cut because it’s long and also spoilers for some elements of the game that aren’t in other Phantom adaptations.

General

First off, I loved the art style of the game. The character designs were quite adorable, and it definitely seemed like they made an effort to follow the original Leroux character designs. They had a blonde Christine and an olive-skinned, dark-haired Meg. I also thought they did a great job with Erik’s character design (though there was too much hair). The sets were beautiful. The majority of the main plot of the game does follow the Leroux book, which I really appreciated. There were some favorite moments in the book that I wish had been incorporated, such as Raoul waking up to find Erik watching him sleep (don’t judge I just find it freaking hilarious), but they incorporated so many other small scenes from the book, such as the managers trying to prevent Erik from taking his salary by using the safety pin. As a history nerd, I also really appreciated the collectible notes giving historical context to some of the discussions, including about three notes on the Paris Commune/Bloody Week. I wished the characters would have had different outfits rather than wear the same outfit the entire story. At the very least, I wished they had made a Red Death outfit for Erik during the masquerade.

I also want to point out and give a warning to anyone who has suicide ideation before they try this game. Pretty early on in the story, you play an episode in which you control Joseph Buquet after he’s dropped into Erik’s torture chamber, and eventually, you have to walk to the noose and pick it. The scene cuts right before he hangs himself. About partway through the story, when you control Christine, there’s a scene in which she has to talk Erik out of killing himself with a shard from a broken vase. At the end, when Christine and Raoul go down to Erik’s house to bury him, they found that he had committed suicide.

In all, I spent about 23 hours on the game from start to finish. I still need to go back and replay a few episodes to complete the achievements. I missed quite a few of the historical notes, and there are parts where you can make different decisions to influence what happens.

In this game, the studio added a lot of subplots that didn’t exist in the book and expanded on some canonical subplots as well. I did enjoy quite a few of these.

The Dancers

Meg, Jammes, and Sorelli are all major characters in the game, and I loved seeing them have more characterization and actual character arcs. Jammes, as a character, doesn’t change as much as the others, but she is only a child. As in the book, she is pretty frightened of ghost stories, strangers, and the Phantom, but in the game, she also loves and takes care of the stray cats living around the opera house and does turn into a bit of a spitfire when her friends are threatened by the various happenings at the opera. Sorelli has a knife and is not afraid to use it, and she comes to realize that her fear of being alone led her to stay with Philippe de Chagny in spite of the fact that he would never officially acknowledge her. Meg, in the beginning, seems afraid of her own shadow, but throughout the game, definitely comes into her own and also develops a much healthier relationship with her mother.

Union

This had to be hands-down my favorite subplot of the game. In the beginning, when Moncharmin and Richard first become the managers of the Palais Garnier, they mistreat Christine and mass fire anyone who mentions the Phantom of the Opera. When Christine goes missing for several weeks, Meg, Sorelli, and Jammes finally decide they have had enough and basically unionize the ballet dancers. There’s an entire protest, a performance in which the ballerinas refuse to perform, and they end up getting a promise from the managers to stop indiscriminately firing and mistreating people.

Christine’s Ending

GUYS. When I joked about Christine just traveling the world and performing instead I had no idea that was an actual choice you can make for her. It’s such a bittersweet ending, but I personally hope that one day she would have emotionally healed enough from her ordeal to come back to Paris and reunite with her old friends.

That being said, there were also a lot of additions/changes that I…really wasn’t a fan of.

Melek

So, for context. During Christine’s first stay at Erik’s house, she decides to do some exploring while he’s gone. While in his room, she hears a woman’s voice behind a wall and goes to investigate. She discovers a hidden door, and behind that hidden door is Melek. We find that Melek is a blind Turkish woman who had been one of Erik’s servants during his time in Constantinople. She had refused to marry him, and so he had kidnapped her and had kept her locked in that room for ten years.

Yes, I have a lot of problems with this.

I think the first thing is that when Melek was introduced is when I really realized that the game was never going to go in the direction of presenting Erik as a character who was sympathetic at times and not so much at others. The game had already painted him as a very unsympathetic character up until then through showing how he had gaslit Christine as the Angel of Music. Introducing Melek really drove that point home, which was kind of disappointing seeing as how the literal point of Leroux’s Le Fantome de l’Opera was that we should pity Erik for how he was treated because of his face.

Additionally, Melek’s character just…didn’t do anything. The more she was around, the more I wondered what the point of her character was. She does offer Christine support half of the time, and then the other half of the time is her being upset because Christine wants to change Erik rather than murder him. Ultimately, it’s my point of view that her character was not a great addition to the game and would have preferred a closer adherence to the book in that regard.

Hatim and PTSD

*sigh* This part seriously pissed me off. While Raoul and Hatim (the Daroga) are in the torture chamber, Hatim tells Raoul the story between him and Erik. We end up playing through a flashback of when Hatim discovers Erik living at the opera house ten years ago. As they discuss their past, we and Hatim quickly realize that Erik has PTSD, and mentioning the Shah of Persia is a serious trigger for him. Which, alright. That does make some sense story-wise.

And then through other flashbacks, Hatim proceeds to use this against Erik. Like he literally would trigger him purposefully as a punishment. And say that he was doing it for his own good.

Like, excuse me, but. What the fuck. What. The actual. Fuck. No. Don’t ever do that, that’s shitty.

Anyways by the end I was legitimately rooting for Erik to punt him.

Erik’s Ending

In the original Leroux novel, Erik presents Christine with a choice: turn the scorpion, and she will marry him, or turn the grasshopper, and the entire opera house will blow up. Christine chooses the scorpion, kisses him on the forehead, and he is so overwhelmed by the action that he saves Raoul’s life and lets them go together. The only promise he extracts from Christine is that she will come back and bury him when he dies, which he believes will be soon. Two weeks later, an ad runs in the newspaper that reads simply, “Erik is dead.”

Yeah. The game really went off the rails here in respect to following the Leroux book. After Christine turns the scorpion, Erik pulls Raoul into the lake and leaves him there, thinking he’ll drown or freeze to death, and then returns to force the marriage. He does eventually let Christine and Melek go, as Christine tells him that she will never love him and that she believes he is a monster, all while he is on his knees begging her just to love him a little. There is no forehead kiss. To the end, Erik writes and tells Hatim that Christine is the devil, and that she abandoned him in hell and wants her to suffer for the rest of her life knowing what she did to him. Yeah, I wish I was making that up.

There is one point where Christine tells Erik it’s not her job to save him. Which I agree with. I feel like whoever wrote the story had a misunderstanding of the ending of the book, or else thought the idea wasn’t explicitly stated enough. The forehead kiss does, in some respect, save Erik. It makes him realize how badly he’s treated everyone and yet Christine is still willing to extend kindness towards him. But it’s not Christine saving him, it’s him coming to that realization on his own. Ultimately, the game traded that idea for a way more heavy-handed “I am not here to save you, I am going to make my own decisions from here on.”

And then, in the face of all that, we’re also missing Erik changing and redeeming himself despite the fact that he’s close to death. Instead, he dies while leaving basically a suicide note to Hatim saying that Christine is the devil and he made her promise to return to bury him to hurt her. Which is so out of character if we look at the book characterization.

Like I knew I was signing up to get my heart ripped out, I just figured it was going to maybe be the brand of Christine having to choose whether or not to stay while Erik dies. And damnit, I just wanted a single forehead kiss.

Anyways, I really enjoyed the game up until the ending. I just seriously disliked the ending for the most part. If you’re more of a fan of the idea of Christine being on her own and finding her own path, that is an enjoyable option to go with. I still need to play through that episode with the marry Raoul choice and see what happens with that option though.

[trainthief]

hello james hope you’re staying safe and healthy!! i’m moving to colorado next year (got my dream job :’)) and i’m really excited to spend a lot of time outdoors!! i’ve skied and snowshoed a ton, but i’m hoping to expand my repertoire. what resources/tips do you recommend for a beginner hoping to safely enjoy the rocky mountains?

First of all, congraturitos on the dream job! Very happy to hear some good news is happening to someone. Second of all, I’m happy to help, let me make you a list of suggestions: 

It sounds like you’ve got a solid amount of outdoors knowledge already, but if you’re not from the American West I would very much prepare yourself for a completely different experience. Colorado is a bit more tame than many of the states that surround it, but the intermountain west is where most of the public lands are, as you can see above. What this means is that your access to trails isn’t just limited to groomed out-and-back walks to a single viewpoint located on a contained plot of government-maintained land, although we do have those out here. Additionally, though, there’s tens of thousands of acres of unmaintained actual wilderness that you are allowed access to.  You should be aware of the risks you assume any time you step into the backcountry, because these are the last truly wild places left in North America, and at any given point you can assume you’re an entire mountain or two removed from the closest person who could offer help. But if you ask me it’s so much more thrilling to go out into the unknown where you’re not likely to see a single sign of human activity, and the views out there are so much better. 

Building off of that, you should familiarize yourself with the dangers of the area. Colorado has elk, moose, deer, a few bison, and plenty other of the more charismatic megafauna everyone wants to spot. They don’t have grizzlies, lucky for you, except the few that occasionally wander over the borders. But they do have black bears, cougars, and a wolf population that’s starting to re-establish itself. Of the ungulates above, I wouldn’t be too deeply afraid of any of them except bison. A bull moose or elk during rutting season might get pissed off by your proximity and charge you if you’re not careful, but at worst it will give you a good beating that you’ll still be able to walk away from. Bison are unpredictable and much more dangerous, but as I understand it Colorado has very very few in the wild, and coming across one by accident is extremely unlikely. As for the predators, a quick overview is that for grizzlies you’ll want to hit them with bear spray before dropping and covering your head and neck, for black bears you’re going to want to stand your ground and make it clear you’ll give them a tough time if they try to mess with you. Cougars I hardly feel like it’s worth worrying about, because they’re so secretive it’s tough to figure out where they are, and if one is in your vicinity you’re very likely not to know. But if one is stalking you and you manage to catch it, make yourself big, speak calmly but firmly, don’t retreat, let it leave the area and then go the opposite direction. For wolves, do the same but do retreat, as they don’t tend to get aggressive with humans and are likely acting territorial if they do. Never turn your back on any prey animal. Research these ideas in more depth, because I’ve really only given the basics here. Keep an eye out for tracks and scat and any other signs that an animal might have been around recently. I don’t tell you any of this to scare you off, and in fact one of my favorite pastimes is going off trail in search of some of these guys. But there are real dangers out there, and it’s been my experience that people who move west for better access to nature will often refuse to believe that they really are heading out into completely unmaintained territory, with all the dangers that come with it, and they tend to pay for that lack of respect sooner or later. At the end of the day, going into the backcountry means you’re going to have some close calls of some sort or another, and there’s no amount of learning about a situation that will make you fully equipped to handle it in real life. Things never go exactly the way they’re supposed to, I know a guy who fought off a grizzly with a trekking pole somehow, and while I personally have never gotten lost enough that search and rescue had to come after me I’ve got plenty of friends who have. Stuff happens, but having a baseline of knowledge you can rely on when it does means that you’re much more likely to live long enough to head back out into the wilderness again.

In addition to wildlife concerns, you should also stay aware of the natural dangers of the area. Download an avalanche tracking app and stay smart about what places you choose to venture into. Learn how to respond to avalanches as well, and consider dropping money on an avalanche beacon. I don’t have one, because they’re expensive, but that means if I ever get caught in an avalanche I’m pretty much toast. 

Try to make some friends who want to be outdoors, and have them show you the ropes of the area. It’s not recommended you ever hike alone, because it’s much more dangerous for a variety of reasons, but I have to admit I do most of my outdoor activities - including hiking and even backpacking - solo. The solitude and silence is part of the overall experience for me, as it might be for you. If that’s the case, be extra knowledgable, bring a backpack with emergency items, make noise along the trail so you don’t startle any wildlife (I will usually sing or whistle, anything to let animals know theres something distinctly human in the area), and always tell someone where you’re going. I’ve got more tips for solo hiking somewhere on my blog, so I won’t go on about it any more. 

If you’re looking for other excuses to get outdoors, you’re very likely to find some bouldering fanatics in Colorado, so that will be an option. This time of year the deer, moose, and elk are all shedding their antlers, so antler shed hunting is also one of my favorite activities. Here in Utah you need a license to go during the prime season, but I don’t know the restrictions in Colorado. There’s also mushroom hunting a bit later into the year, which is fun, as well as the more basic stuff like fishing, backcountry skiing, resort skiing, ATVing and snowmobiling, etc etc etc. Any excuse to get outdoors is always a good one. 

If it happens that where you’re moving is Denver, I should warn you that - while the coffee culture there is awesome - it’s significantly further from nature than even most people who live there think. You’re likely to be an hour’s drive away from the mountains, which isn’t insurmountable, and it’s very possible I’m spoiled by the fact that I live right in the middle of a mountain range and have the wilderness in my backyard…. But even so, make sure you commit yourself to getting outside, because working up the effort to get out the front door can sometimes be a lot, even for me. You should definitely try to avoid turning into the Denver stereotype the rest of the intermountain west likes to make fun of, because so many people there like to buy the latest Cotopaxi jacket and wear it to a million dollar cabin in the mountains that they rent on AirBnB, where they will never actually end up going outside. 

More basic pieces of advice: buy crampons, hike early in the morning or late in the afternoon to see more animals, wash your glasses with soap before you head out to keep them from fogging, the best trail mix is the cheap bulk stuff and not the fancy REI stuff you get for $15 a pound, the best hot chocolate for backpacking is and always will be Swiss miss, download the alltrails app and check it frequently to see if there’s anything to worry about on your favorite trails, always carry a knife with you because a knife is 20 tools in one, buy bear spray

Have fun out there!

[ridiasfangirlings]

Do you think that if Fushimi and Yata went to S4, and Yata felt super uncomfortable there, things would've turned out better between them? Cuz, I can't really imagine Yata NOT just being upfront and honest like "Hey, Saru, I actually don't like it here very much..." and additionally, he's getting along with their 'enemies' from Homra, and he thinks Mikoto is wayyy cooler than Munakata. But how can he say all that without being a traitor or hurting Saru's feelings?

I feel like, unfortunately for Yata, there's really no way he could say it without hurting Fushimi's feelings simply because Fushimi's feelings are such a mess that I can't see him taking Yata leaving as anything but an abandonment. Like say we're talking AU here where Yata and Fushimi join Scepter 4 instead and then eventually Yata begins to realize that he doesn't really fit in well there. Not only that but Yata would probably be captivated by Mikoto from the moment they meet, like even though Munakata is ostensibly Yata's King here Yata never really felt comfortable around him. But then when Scepter 4 goes up against the Red King all Yata can think is how cool that guy is, like that must be what a real hero looks like, and as he's staring in awe he hears Fushimi beside him clicking his tongue and muttering about how annoying that person is. Yata tries to keep his feelings in check for Fushimi's sake, knowing that it's probably kinda weird to be so captivated by another King that's not your own but he can't stop thinking about it, how amazing Mikoto seemed. Maybe Yata even ends up at the bar at some point, like Awashima sends him to deliver a message to Kusanagi and Yata loves how the place feels so much like home, all the Homra guys seem like this big family and even though Yata's a Blue he actually gets along well with all of them and they think he seems pretty cool for a Blue clansman.

Yata ends up asking Mikoto about changing clans, wondering if that's something a person can do and Mikoto says that has to be Yata's choice. Mikoto's not interested in poaching guys from other clans but he doesn't plan to stop someone who's made up their own will too, if Yata's willing to take his test Mikoto's not going to deny him. I could definitely see Yata taking Mikoto's hand too just on sudden impulse, like he's so transfixed by Mikoto and how amazing this person seems that he holds out a hand without realizing and next thing he knows he's glowing Red (also now I'm imagining despite his words Mikoto is a bit pleased to have taken one of Munakata's guys in a 'can't wait to see the look on that smug bastard's face' kind of way). Yata's excitement at being chosen is immediately tempered by the realization that if he leaves Scepter 4 he has to leave Saruhiko behind, Yata knows that Fushimi really does fit in the Blue clan and I think in this AU he'd probably be at least a bit aware that Fushimi wouldn't like Homra, like this is really the moment where Yata realizes that even though he and Fushimi are best friends and partners maybe the things they want aren't exactly the same.

Despite this though I think Yata wouldn't at all want to break his friendship with Fushimi, like to him the perfect answer is he'll just be honest but also make sure Fushimi knows that Yata still sees him as a partner and a friend and they can still be together even if they're in separate clans. I could even see him thinking a bit about how maybe they can get the old apartment again, like they're in the S4 dorms by now but Fushimi doesn't have to live there and they could still hang out, and if Lieutenant Awashima and Homra's Kusanagi can be friendly to each other why can't Fushimi and Yata. So Yata comes back to Scepter 4 and gives Munakata his resignation notice, Munakata seeming more intrigued than irritated at Yata leaving, probably telling him to be mindful of himself from now on. Yata's all awkward like 'okay...I guess...see you?', not even sure what to say and anyway he's nervous and wants to go to talk to Fushimi as soon as he can.

Yata finds Fushimi in their dorm and I think he would really just be honest here, laying out what he's done and his reasons and how they can still be friends and this doesn't have to break them apart, there's no reason to let this break them apart. He's just very open and emotional about his reasoning and his desire to remain Fushimi's best friend....and I think it would all be useless because Fushimi's mind pretty much blanks out after the words 'I'm leaving.' I think with Fushimi's upbringing being what it was, there's just no way for Yata to join a different clan without Fushimi assuming this means he's being thrown away. Sure Misaki can say they'll remain friends but Fushimi doesn't believe in that, why should he when to his mind Yata basically chose Suoh Mikoto and Homra over him (and why wouldn't he, because no one ever chooses Fushimi). In this AU I think they would have similar bad blood as in canon except it would probably be Fushimi calling Yata a traitor, using that word as a knife to wound Yata with because Fushimi's just so certain that Yata basically did as Niki would and destroyed his most precious thing and Fushimi hates it, hates that even his most important person couldn't choose him in the end and hates himself for ever believing that he could have someone important in the first place. Yata for his part would I think be really hurt and probably blame himself a lot more, thinking that he broke their friendship and wanting to make it up to Fushimi but not knowing how and probably just letting Fushimi beat him up for a while because he can't quite grasp that he made the right choice for himself and that's okay, and then figuring out that Fushimi really is hurt but it isn't Yata who hurt him.

[followingfallout4]

How would the companions seduce Sole - part I: the guys

Synth!Codsworth: He doesn’t intentionally seduce Sole; Although he may slowly realise his feelings are no longer platonic, his main play is waiting for Sole to figure it out. Whenever Sole then does realise what is going on, Codsworth figures that they can opt to ignore it so they continue to travel together, confront him which allows him to deny it if he deems it necessary or ideally allow things develop naturally in a positive manner. The latter not requiring him to make a move; succes! Nevertheless, Codsworth has seen all those romantic shows too and subtly tries to get closer to them. Sole considers it at least endearing when he tries come up with ideas of things they could do together. Codsworth has always seen happy picnics and going to the movies together as a means to ‘woo’ someone, so it’s dificult for him to figure out how to handle things now those places may spell danger instead. In the end, he mainly uses very genuine compliments to get Sole swooning. That and the way he just understands Sole because he’s been in her life so long ends up being the biggest turn-on for Sole. 

Danse: He finds excuses to get more time away from them at first, when he’s still with the brotherhood. Seducing is not an option, he is not having any kind of... romanic entanglements when he has his duties to uphold. Then he realizes that he cannot stop thinking about them and does the opposite: constantly seeking their company. He tries to get them involved in things he likes to do in his downtime. His go-to place is armour, working on it with sole ideally. The fact that that gets him and Sole to both work up a sweat is just a very nice side-benefit that allows him to take his shirt off around them (and gauge their reaction) and that allows him to sneak a peak at Sole from time to time too. But when push comes to shove, if Sole wouldn’t shove him against that working bench for more than smithing, he isn’t gonna either. That is until they are together. Then he takes every spare moment he can to get to them. As far as words go, he eventually opts for some big ones, the kind that show Sole that he is a little bit more invested in their relationship than just being a companion. Danse has a way of making Sole feel like they’re the most important person in the world to him. Actually, they’re not entirely sure that that isn’t the case. 

Preston: Chivalry isn’t dead because Preston is still out there. He praises Sole and looks at them as if they are a god(dess) and cannot believe he’s lucky enough to even be in their vincinity. He doesn’t actively try to seduce Sole that much (he wouldn’t know how best to handle that), but damn the lingering stares he does. When they walk into a room, when they walk out, when they are speaking to an audience,... he looks at them with pride and reverence and something quite different. Basically tension between them can be cut with a knife half the time.  Any and every settler has at some point at the very least once left a room with them in it because they felt they were interrupting something just by the way he looks at his commanding officer. He jumps on the opportunity a little too fast if Sole shows any interest which makes for some laughs and smiles. The rest is babe-story.

MacCready: MacCready isn’t exactly a natural at flirting and needs Sole to take initiative there. The main way in which he tries to seduce Sole is by simply opening up to them more than to anyone, show his softer side and hope his hopes for a future with them don’t get crushed. He essentially does whatever he can to show Sole how important they are to him and beyond that just hopes that Sole gets the subtle hints. Hints such a letting Sole sleep an extra shift when they take turns to watch for enemies, protecting them to the extent he steals their kills, allowing them to sleep in his arms if they want to, giving up his own vest and scarf when they get cold, somehow always keeping snacks around that Sole likes... Once they’re together he suddenly regains his bravado to just randomly remind Sole that whenever they need a break from the battle or if they want to try something new he’s always game. . 

Nick: Nick’s a gentlemen and a suave one at that. He mainly seduces by paying attention to them, by remembering the little things. That varies from the name of their childhood dog to the way they like their drinks. The only hiccup is that he in’t sure to which extent Sole would be interested in a heap of ‘scrap metal’ as he often considers himself to look like, ut it is not a hurdle. He is just fine with treating Sole right regardless, and not taking it any further. If anything, it allows him to be even more smooth because he feels like he has nothing to lose by it anyway. The only way Sole can really tell he’s doing it on purpose are the nicknames he chooses for them; they become terms of endearment. He does, however, ask them if that’s all righ first. Additionally: the man may have robotic limbs but he still remembers how to dance just fine, thank you very much. ;) 

Deacon: Deacon knows how big of a part their shared sense of humor and ability to rapid fire sarcastic comments just makes him and sole *work* together, but when it comes to seducing sole he mainly uses a sense of almost reckless arrogance and banter to get Sole out of their concentration and in his arms. His quips become a little more suggestive at first, to test the waters and whether Sole is  responding in kind, and turn into innuendo-loaden quips and battles of sarcasm, winks and grins that eventually drive Sole up the wall in all the best ways... especially because he is patient enough to never make the first move beyond that and somehow seems to use a deeper voice to talk to Sole when he really means business.

Gage: The main advantage of their ride-or-die lifestyle is that both Sole and Gage get their adrenaline pumping by fighting. Because of that, Gage knows well enough that the moment to suggest some time alone is right after a fight. Which coincidentially, is also when they’re most impressed with each other. Blood runs hot, one thing lead to another and before either of em knows it the porter and the boss are giving the most scarce variant of pillow talk a go. This also may mean he tries to actively seduce Sole by challenging her to a fight without weapons and if they’re up for it also not too many clothes. Beyond that, however, he always waits for their cue to continue the ‘fight’ below the belt.Last thing he wants to risk is confusing a sense of bloodthurst for something else. But the moment Sole kisses him, all bets are off.

Hancock Hancock may be a ghoul but he’s very physical. He knows exactly where and how to kiss Sole in such a way it’ll drive them mad and he knows it. More importantly, everything in his body language when he is near Sole shows it too. The sheer amount of self-confidence with which he approaches Sole is his secret weapon. He excels at suggestive grins and using a lower tone of voice to blatantly tell Sole -when he knows they are interested- how he feels when he feels it, which serves to be a a pretty devilish combo. Subtlety is not his game. When they don’ have the time or space to do anything specifically but if Sole does clearly show romantic (or even just sexual) interest in him, he also always seems to be standing extremely close and yet not close enough for Sole’s liking. When Sole finally would manage to get him into bed, he doesn’t hesitate to drag it out and be a total tease to them. 

X6-88: X6 would take  a very long time to even consider making a move on Sole. What comes first is a thorough analysis of the way they have been behaving aorund him, and it is only when he is convinced that he isn’t just reading into things what he wants to that he acts. X6 tends to be so focused, so composed, that the moment he is alone with Sole (or knows only they can hear him) and he makes a quip or a jab at Sole -especially out of the blue-  it stands out. He knows Sole is particularly sensitive to knowing X6 lets his true colours shine through only for them. X6 gets to Sole by saying things that an easily be taken two ways: a dubious way and a very innocent remark. But also by not behaving the way he ought to as their protector but the way wants to as their lover. X6  just stops supressing his more human nature from time to time in subtle ways. When those rare comments are of a sexual nature... well he doesn’t even have to put in much of an effort.

Maxson: Maxson challenges Sole. He asks them to go on increasingly more responsibility-demanding jobs and seeks to see them thrive. This also allows him to discuss tactics with them until late in the night if need be. He doesn’t want to risk coming on too strong and have Sole feeling pressured into anything. Instead, he takes these moments as a chance to get insight in several ways. He allows Sole to ask more personal questions, if they answer some personal questions in return. It gives him a chance to let Sole to see him as something else than ‘The Elder’ when they are alone. He drops his posture a little, relaxes, leans forward to express interest when they talk. He shows them that he’s more than his rank and also only allows them to really go head-to-head against him. The more challenging the mission, the more he can be found subtly protecting Sole. Not against incoming enemies, Sole’s got that covered just fine, but against those who may be against their presence in the Brotherhood for any ungrounded reason. He makes sure people know they are under his protection. If need be he takes up responsibility for some more reckless actions of Sole’s, after which he just tells them to see him in his office for a debrief on their mission. In closed quarters, when Sole asks him about it he pretends he has no idea what they are talking about with a hint of a conspiratory smile.

Upon request by an anon (the Far Harbor DLC ones are gonna be shorter because these characters are... harder for me to grasp cause I’m not as extremely familiar with them. I know you also asked for Faraday but I can’t grasp him quite yet. But give me time ;) ): DiMa DiMa doesn’t really flirt. DiMa is upfront, compliments Sole just straight-up asks them whether and how they want to be ‘courted’. If anything, what marks his flirting is his patience and honesty about his feelings. He likes to tell Sole about his dreams of the future, and how he would like them to include Sole if they so wish. He paints pictures of love and peace. Aside from that; if Sole takes 5 minutes or 5 years to return their feelings, DiMa does not mind to wait. This also may mean a relationship may be put on the long track if Sole is equally bad at taking the initiative there.

[kiruuuuu]

Making out like a Bandit Part 1/3

Jäger needs help and Bandit is there for the rescue. Both of them are roughly in their mid-20s in this. I guess it’s an origin story? Third part contains all the goodies :) (Rating T, fluff/a bit of angst? maybe?, ~3.6k words)

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“So, we met through your brother, that’s probably easiest since it’s also true. Was it on the job? Did we stumble into each other at some point, did we go to the same party and he introduced us?” Marius’ brain is quick-firing possible scenarios, providing both reasonable as well as inane ones as he overtakes an idiot who really should be in the right lane yet refuses to switch over, blocking the middle lane completely. As soon as he’s past him, he accelerates the car and his thoughts simultaneously.

“Dude, relax, you’re driving like a madman”, says the person sprawling next to him, the seat moved all the way back so he can stretch out his long jeans-clad legs. “You’re putting way too much thought into this. Don’t you want to come off as natural?”

“Most of all, I want to come off as reasonable”, he replies quietly but lays off the gas a little nonetheless. He’s been useless for the past few days, drowning in a sea of worries and what-ifs and increasingly ridiculous scenarios, switching so rapidly from eerie calm to extreme tension over something that shouldn’t mean this much to him yet does. He barely ate, considered cancelling the entire thing several times but knew he had to go through with it. Had to.

“I can do reasonable”, the guy agrees easily and flashes him an open grin. He’s an odd one, that much is clear, there was definitely some hesitation when he was suggested to Marius even if he’s not adept at pinpointing what exactly it is that feels slightly off about the other young man. One thing helps a little with his frayed nerves at least: he cleaned up nicely. When they initially met to discuss a few details, the guy called Dominic showed up with an impressive stubble, well-worn clothes, bed hair and a sour attitude where now he’s dressed in clean trousers and a freshly-ironed, subtly-patterned shirt. He’s shaved, looks like he even styled his hair and applied an undeniably attractive cologne that put Marius on edge immediately as soon as he caught a whiff of it.

To be very honest, he’s stunning. He looks like someone whom Marius would notice in a club, on the street, in the supermarket, instantly obsess about and possibly dream of but never interact with for fear of blunt rejection purely because he’s so far out of Marius’ league. His jaw could cut glass, his hazelnut eyes are piercing and his broad chest looks perfect to rest one’s head on, his toned body and his height are just an added bonus. He moves with a mesmerising confidence that Marius both admires and deeply envies. There’s only one problem with the entire situation: He’s straight.

“Okay, so, let’s decide on maybe the first date and first impressions, how about -”

“I love this song”, Dominic interrupts him mid-sentence, doesn’t pretend to be apologetic about turning up the volume of the radio and even starts singing along a little. “What’s your uncle like? He means a lot to you, right?”

Marius has to raise his voice to fight against the music now. “He does, yeah. He raised me after both my parents died when I was still a kid.”

“Oh shit.” The volume is lowered considerably again, the effect almost humorous, quelling Marius’ rising irritation right away. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. He did a fantastic job regardless. He’s one of the greatest people I know, dedicated to his work, honest and smart, I have nothing but respect for him.”

“Then it makes sense – I was wondering why you’d care what your uncle thinks of you being gay.”

Marius just answers with a strained smile.

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It’s one of the worst ideas he’s ever heard, not only because he despises lying but also because lying to his family is something at which he’s always been terrible. His friends could pretend to be ignorant about the fate of the freshly baked cookies even with crumbs around their mouths whereas he basically confessed to wanting to eat one before he even does. Additionally, it means he’d have to get another person involved for which he’s entirely unprepared, so at first, he discards the suggestion despite the fact it worked out reasonably well for the guy telling him about it.

And reasonably well in this case means that the person pretending to be his friend’s boyfriend so he didn’t have to come out to his parents all alone actually caught the knife thrown at the poor sap in mid-air, shielded him bodily from further harm and offered to stay the night to ensure he’s fine. The two of them are still dating, which Marius supposes is wonderful for them yet he can’t get over the haunted look in his friend’s eyes as he recounts how he was basically expelled from his own family.

Still, he refuses to entertain the notion for a year during which he very carefully chooses which places to frequent just in case someone who might snitch to his own family runs into him making out with yet another mediocre-looking dude who’s indubitably more interested in Jäger’s lower head than anything he has to say. At some point, he gets sick of it and decides to make the jump, to at least let his uncle know why he wanted to own a skirt even if he never put it on in public as a child, why he insisted on watching each and every cowboy film on TV as well as most football matches (even though he hates football) and why his first attempts at dating girls went so horribly wrong.

He’s probably a coward. Dragging someone else into this extremely personal matter just so they can offer moral support is nothing but selfish, he knows this, and yet it’s reassuring to know he won’t be alone. There’s absolutely no chance his uncle is going to react like his friend’s family in any way but despite this, having someone there who will possibly share the weight of disappointment and disgust so it doesn’t weigh him down as heavily is too tempting to dismiss the prospect. He asks around in his circle of friends, some of which immediately offer to do it themselves but Marius is close enough with his uncle that most of them have met him and even introduced their wives, so they’re out of the question.

Eventually, Cedrick speaks up.

Cedrick is someone who’s usually drifting at the edge of Marius’ vision, a friend of a friend of a friend, popular and hard-working though he has a reputation for being a little strange, sometimes even callous. He’s loud due to genuine confidence in the fact that people want to hear what he has to say, Marius is loud to mask the fact that he assumes no one cares – the end result is similar, however, and so they don’t interact very often whenever they’re stationed together. When Cedrick approaches him one day and mentions having heard about his troubles, Marius steels himself in expectancy of a vaguely hurtful joke though ends up pleasantly surprised when all he receives is encouragement and sympathy. It turns out that both of them assumed they disliked each other, so after an awkward conversation to clear everything up, Cedrick mentions his twin brother who’s visiting the Ruhr area at the moment and that he’s probably spontaneous enough to go through with Marius’ plan.

Dominic really does share a lot of similarities with his brother but is actually more burly, visually more intimidating and, unfortunately, gorgeous. There’s something about his demeanour that sets him apart from Cedrick, ensures they won’t be confused – Marius would be hard pressed to identify what exactly it is but he notices an uncomfortable attraction with which he’s too familiar. Handsome straight guys are the source of equally many broken hearts as desperate jerk off sessions, they’re the bane of Marius’ existence and the one mistake he keeps making. He doesn’t learn and as much as he hates lying to others, he’s a master at lying to himself.

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The entire car ride, which takes longer than the usual hour due to traffic, he’s careful to keep his eyes on the road instead of the impressive figure next to him but even so, he’s not impervious to their ongoing conversation. Dominic seems unwilling to dwell on Marius’ game plan, instead jumps from topic to topic, sometimes based on a car plate he spots or a news story being discussed on the radio, though more often than not entirely at random. He appreciates the distraction and finds his voluntary companion to be an interesting and interested talker though when they arrive, he wishes they’d chatted more about what kind of plot they’re going to act out as soon as they enter the house. He feels entirely unprepared.

“I don’t think I can do this”, he says, his stomach in knots upon him laying eyes on the home in which he grew up, the four walls that are heavy with memories. It used to be a safe haven, a place of freedom and comfort in which he never felt wrong. He does now, sharply and suddenly, all the possible ramifications of his impending confession flooding him at once. His uncle always told him he didn’t need other children if he’s got him and what used to sound lovely to his ears now creates a lump in his throat.

“Can I call you sweetcheeks?” The unexpected question startles a short laugh out of him that shakes him out of his downward spiral of unproductive thoughts and he smiles at Dominic, grateful for the comment. “What’s the worst that could happen, hm?”

“He disowns, insults and assaults me”, Marius shoots back matter-of-factly.

“What’s the best case scenario?”

For this, he needs to think a moment. “He accepts me as I am and even supports me.”

“And what’s most likely going to happen? Probably somewhere in the middle, right?” His uncle loves him and if previous altercations are anything to go by, he’s not a confrontational person at all. Reluctantly, he nods which turns out to be a mistake because now Dominic is beaming at him with the force of a thousand suns. “There you go. It’ll be fine. I’ll hold your hand during, if you like, and you can cry on me until my shirt’s soaked afterwards, but right now, you got shit to do. You got this. Let’s go.”

Marius finally understands why Cedrick roped his brother into this instead of volunteering himself – Dominic is proving to be an absolute sweetheart.

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“It’s good to see you, come in, come in. Who’s this?”, his uncle pats his arm as he slips past him into the familiar house and then shakes Dominic’s hand. “Hello, I’m Helmut.”

“Dominic Brunsmeier, a pleasure. You can call me Dom, everyone does”, Marius’ companion responds politely and shuts the door behind him. They’ve come this far so Marius decides to takes the next logical step.

“Dinner is almost ready, you can sit down in the kitchen.” The fact that he doesn’t question Dom’s presence and instead accepts him into his home without protest simply because it was Marius who brought him along stings a little – he’s so unsuspecting.

“Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk about beforehand. Can we…?” His uncle seems surprised but ushers them to the living room nonetheless and this is where the reality of what’s happening finally catches up with Marius who is eternally grateful that he at least made it to the sofa before his legs give in. He can feel his heart pounding in his temples and while it does help, it doesn’t do much to have Dom by his side until he sits down right next to him, their thighs touching, his hand brushing over Marius’, thumb running over his knuckles for a brief moment. It centres him in a way, allows him a brief respite to take a deep breath and prepare himself mentally once more, just like he’s done every day during the previous week.

This is him. His uncle deserves to know about this because it’s a large part of him, his future and past, and leaving him in the dark just doesn’t seem fair. This is who he is and he can’t, won’t change anything about it – and this realisation helps. He’s content with himself. And even if his uncle might not be, it’s ultimately less important than his own opinion of himself.

He hesitantly leads up to it, speaks deliberately and has rehearsed most of it before, and while he probably only voices a couple of sentences, it feels like he’s talking for an eternity which is reassuring because his uncle hates interrupting people – so as long as he’s talking, he’s fine. He forces himself to stop, closes his mouth, resists the urge to squirm in his seat, to inspect the room to find something to comment on, switch the topic. Dom next to him is silent, a few of his fingers stroking Marius’ leg out of view in support. He hasn’t felt this vulnerable in a while, it’s as if he willingly presented a weak spot to someone with a weapon and trust is the only thing keeping him from flinching.

His uncle seems pensive. Not disappointed – not yet –, not angry or confused but Marius expects the quiet thinking to tip over into any of those soon. Instead, he looks at Dom. “Am I right in assuming you’re together?” Dom, the utter angel, simply nods and agrees. “Then you can consider yourself a very lucky man.”

His face lights up once more. “I do.”

Marius just stares. Not only did his uncle just use the informal “you”, reserved for family and friends, he also – what sort of reaction is that? “Wait -”

“How long have you wanted to let me know? Don’t tell me you worried yourself sick over this, your cousin’s gay.”

Now his eyes are almost bulging out of their sockets. “What?”

“From your dad’s side. Markus. Did you never – well, I guess you didn’t. I just hope I’ve made enough food. You really should’ve told me you’d bring a guest. You’re planning on staying, right, Dom? I’d like to get to know you better.”

“I’d be delighted”, Dom replies and sounds nothing but genuine.

And Marius just looks back and forth between the two, trying to process what just happened.

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Dinner is entirely surreal and Marius feels like a complete and utter fool the entire time. The first half is spent on him answering his uncle’s questions about when he knew, what his experiences have been like so far and he’s forced to disclose all of it with Dom watching him with a small smirk and dear God Dom is probably judging him so hard internally because he made such a big deal out of it and it turned out to be absolutely nothing to worry about. A few times, he has to interrupt his uncle before he starts with the really embarrassing stories (though Dom subtly tries to guide the conversation back to them, as if Marius wouldn’t notice). It’s domestic and lovely and decidedly strange.

The rest of it is spent on Dom and this is where the whole thing might crumble. Marius completely missed the point where he could sensibly tell his uncle what’s up and is now stuck in this pretend relationship that threatens to blow up any second but the longer they talk, the more apparent it becomes that Dom knows exactly what he’s doing. It turns out he’s using all the topics they’ve discussed on the way here to drop natural-seeming remarks that imply how well he knows Marius, and though he disagrees with some of the “relationship” details that Marius brings up, it only serves to strengthen the front they’re putting up because they end up bickering like a real couple.

“Oh, you have a twin?”, his uncle asks curiously at some point and Dom nods.

“We both joined the BGS at the same time, yeah. Sometimes we dress the same to see whether Marius will end up holding the wrong person’s hand but so far, he’s behaved very well.” He winks at Marius, making him blush and his uncle laugh.

“You’re not that similar, actually”, he replies begrudgingly and adds, before he can help himself: “Y ou’re more handsome.”

“I’m beginning to understand why you suddenly developed such a passion for sports when you got that new teacher all the girls were fawning over”, his uncle muses but Marius can barely hear him due to Dom’s smile eclipsing pretty much everything around him. This was a terrible mistake. All of this was a mistake.

After they’ve eaten – and though it was nothing special, it tasted of home regardless – Marius shoos his uncle away, insisting that they’ll take care of the dishes since he never bothered to buy a dishwasher. As soon as he’s out of earshot, he murmurs: “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he’d take it this well and now you have to -”

“Don’t be ridiculous, this is hysterical. I’m having the time of my life, sweetcheeks”, comes the easy response and Dom actually does sound like he’s enjoying himself immensely.

“Call me that again and I’ll slap you with the wet towel.”

“Oh, is that what you’re into?” He chuckles at Marius’ exasperated expression that partly stems from the fact that Dom is playing his role a little too well. Weirdly enough, he seamlessly fits into his life, he’s witty, charming and sincere, his humour aligning perfectly with his and even his uncle’s and right now, he looks completely at ease, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and him almost elbow deep in dishwater. He’s gone from someone whom Marius would admire from afar to someone about whom he’d daydream – like waking up next to him, cuddling while watching TV. Only he has the bonus of being really, really hot. His lower arms, despite being halfway obscured with foam, look more than strong enough to hold him down and - “Really though, I’m happy for you. And I like your uncle.”

And his uncle likes him, which is a whole new problem. Because he’ll have to find an excuse as for why Dom isn’t in his life anymore the next time he visits and that means more lies on top of the ones that are currently stacking up. At least his biggest worry is gone now and he won’t have to hide such a fundamental part of himself anymore, which got rid of the worst knots in his stomach – but his uncle finding out Marius expected him to react so negatively that he made up a boyfriend remains a fear of his still.

“Hey. Cheer up.” He turns his head to answer only to find Dom’s face right in front of his and then he kisses him, nothing spectacular, just a short peck on the lips before he returns to his task but a kiss nonetheless. Habit kicks in and he involuntarily chases him, earns another blinding smile and a second kiss, yet this time neither of them withdraw and it’s an awkward angle, Dom’s arm is in the way, they both seem unsure about committing and it’s perfect, it’s quiet and unexpected and shy but Dom smells heavenly, his composed and supportive presence is doing wonders to Marius’ soul and all he wants to do is to snog him senseless, until the water is cold, until the sun goes down, until his uncle checks on them. He takes note of his smooth cheeks, the long eyelashes gently curving, the specks of gold in his honeyed irises; they tilt their heads and eyelids flutter and someone clears his throat behind them.

Marius jolts, barely stops himself from jumping away from Dom, reminding himself he’s supposed to be doing this, whirls around and feels warmth creep into his face at the amused expression on his uncle’s face. “Do you boys want to stay for the game? The BVB is going to play Schalke into the ground – hopefully.”

Okay, no, this has already gone too far and with him almost making out with Dom he’s straying uncomfortably far into dangerous territory. Besides, he can’t stand football, which is the perfect excuse for them leaving as soon as possible. He’s adamant on not ruining things with Dom so his budding friendship with Cedrick doesn’t get tarnished, not to mention the fact that he’s probably provided the twins with enough ammunition for blackmail to last them a lifetime. “Thank you, but I think we’ll -”

“Sure.” His mouth snaps shut and his head whips around to Dom who doesn’t even have the decency to return his gaze. “Another Dortmund fan, hm? I can get behind that as long as it’s against Schalke, we have a common enemy.”

A broad grin is Dom’s reward for such a betrayal. “That’s what I like to hear. Marius, if you don’t want to watch it, you can do me another favour. The model helicopter I bought a few months ago is broken again and I’ve had trouble fixing it. It’s in the garage.”

He barely resists the urge to glare at the utterly unapologetic man next to him. “No, it’s okay, I’ll join you. I’d rather make sure you don’t tell him any embarrassing things about me.”

His uncle dramatically puts on a mock hurt expression. “What, me? I’d never, cheese weasel.”

And while Dom snickers into the dishes, Marius’ face gets even hotter.

[kookie-vith-suga]

The Christmas miracle

Word count: 1992 // I had to make some cuts so it fits into the 2000 mark :D

Warnings: A little bit of everything ;)

Author’s note: Hey I just found this lovely contest idea by @hobigolightly and wanted to participate :) I hope the rest of you like this as well as an attunement for christmas

I hope you are familiar with the concept of an Advent calendar because it is mentioned. It is just a box filled with chocolate or other stuff and you open one door each day. From the 01.12. till the 24.12. I hope this is understandable :)

–> Masterlist

Recent: Lost on you 

She was not the type of girl you just walk up to and say “Hi”. You would rather avoid her gaze and change direction when you encounter her. It was some kind of dark aura that was engulfing her. Quite intimidating…at least at first.

Y/N’s POV

It was the second day you lived in your new apartment. Well it actually only consisted out of one room and a small bath. You rolled around on the airbed you arranged temporary till you manage to built up your bed. The scene presented in front of you nearly let you cry out in frustration. To see that everything was a mess and the fact that your limbs felt numb from carrying all the boxes yesterday. You hid your face under the blanket and decided to not do anything today when you heard a knock on the door. You groaned. Who is this? I do not know anyone here. Heavily you stood up and stomped to the door.

A light haired boy came in sight as you opened the door. He smiled gently. “Hello. I’m your neighbour and wanted to pre-”

With a swift move you closed the door in front of his face. You turned around hearing some murmering from the other side. You were ready to lay down again when it knocked again.

“Go away!”, you yelled, “I don’t need no friends.”                                                                                  

“I never said I wanted to be your friend. It’s just a form of courtesy to great your neighbours. If you have ever heard anything about that!”, he retorted.

“Of course but I think I’m free to choose to whom I want to be polite to. Besides this I clearly don’t need intrusive neighbours who want to chit chat with me everytime we see us or borrow my sugar.”

It was silent for a while so you thought he would have left but then you heard a bitter chuckle. “I feel sorry for you. What a sad life you must live.”

You tore open the door. “My life is none of your business!”, you screamed enraged. Anger tears were burning in your eyes.

“Well isolated like this you must be pretty lonely.”

You gulped. “No I’m not lonely… Have you ever heard about independence?!”

“Oh is the small girl away from home for the first time living of off mommy’s and daddy’s money?”, he questioned sarcastic.

Suddenly it felt like someone had kicked you in the gut. You were so taken aback that you did not noticed the first tears that were rolling down your cheeks. Out of reflex you wiped over your face. Only then you noticed it. You hated that your body was reacting like this, displaying your vulnerability for everyone to see.

“Who are you to judge anyway?!“ You slammed the door shut.

Third person’s POV

Yoongi just came back from the studio were he had a rather unproductive day. He just couldn’t really focus the whole day. It basically had been like this the whole week. Additionally it also had started to snow. A little to early for his taste since it was still November. Yoongi entered the apartment building brushing off the snow that had not melted already. He made his way up the stairs and as he reached his floor he stopped in front of your door. Yoongi had never been the guy to intentionally hurt others so seeing you cry made him feel like the worst. Walking by your door every morning and evening he quietly hoped you would open so that he could apologise. But he wasn’t brave enough to just knock.

“I don’t think she is at home”, someone informed him. He spun around to spot the renter. A woman in her mid sixties, who carried her age well. “Probably at her third job. What a poor thing right? She is always working till late in the night.”, she seemed lost in her thoughts for a second, “But who am I telling this. I’m sure you know it. Are you two friends?”

“Well…umm you could say that.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“That is good. She really needs someone. Normally I would say that there must be a greater reasons why people are punished with such a misfortune…But in her case…Taking a young girls parents…Both at once. Really is too cruel.”

She has lost her parents?! Remorse spread in his chest. 

“How did it happen?”, Yoongi asked rueful.

“Oh she hasn’t told you yet”, the renter was surprised.

He shook his head hoping she would still answer.

“Maybe I have talked too much again. She should tell you the rest. So have a nice day.” She quickly hurried upstairs.

“You too”, he murmured automatically. He entered his apartment. I need to fix this. Yoongi’s eyes fell on a few small boxes that were tossed in one corner of the room and suddenly an idea stroke through his head. He looked at the clock at the wall.

I should go. The shops are closing soon.

Y/N’s POV

This was one of these days you would have loved to stay in bed. First you were scolded by your boss at your second job and then you got fired from your third job.

“Reduction in staff my ass”, you murmured out loud wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “And I also caught a cold. Awesome.” You slowly climbed up the stairs.

Your eyes widen in surprise when you saw a package lying in front of your door. Who’s is this? It can’t be mine. You looked around but no one was in sight. Then you picked it up. Your name was written on it and the number one. You shook it lightly. Rumbling was heard. But I have not ordered anything. You had to admit that the curiosity was killing you so you quickly grabbed a knife and cut it open.

Inside of it was a box of chocolate and not any kind of chocolate but pretty expensive looking ones. Whoever send me this has a really good taste. Eagerly you tore the box open and put one in your mouth. Immediately your eyes rolled back. It tasted like heaven. This is by far the best thing that had happened to me today. And probably the best chocolate I have ever eaten. You took another one and inspected the package further. A small piece of paper lied at the bottom. The letters “tw” where written on it. Tw? What is that supposed to mean?! You looked into the box again. But there was nothing else in it. No letter. Nothing.

Third person’s POV

“Dude why are you doing this again?”, Hoseok was lying on the sofa watching Yoongi. Yoongi was busy preparing the fifteenth package.

“Because I want to apologise.”

“Then go over there and knock on the damn door. It would save you a shit tone of money and time.”

“It is not that easy. You can’t understand this.”

“You are right. I can’t understand why somebody is working himself up for a stranger”, Hoseok made a meaningful pause, “Or do you want to fuck her? Then I could-”

“Not everything is about sex.” Yoongi threw a pillow at him.

Hoseok catched it. “But it should be..Tell me please what are you getting out of this then?”

“I can make her day better. Isn’t that enough?”

“No not really. You don’t even know her. You can’t just walk around and make people’s lives more enjoyable. It’s weird.”

“You know I really don’t need your unnecessary comments. Either you gonna help me here or you can leave.”

“Chill prince charming. You know I am always at your service.”

Yoongi laughed. “Then get your ass over here.”

Y/N’s POV

It was driving you crazy. It had been over three weeks and you still didn’t know who put the packages in front of your door You already thought about intstalling a camera in the corridor but that seeemed kinda over the top. Besides this you did not even have a camera.

You have created various scenarios in your head about who it could be. Maybe the old renter? She is always so nice to me. Or maybe a secret admirer? But the only clues you had were a various collection of different sweets, sometimes a self cooked meal or a little present. And of course a bunch of white papers with two letters written on it. You had already tried to bring them in a logical order but you always failed. You had to admit that you were hoping to meet the person. Since it was the 23th December already you had to hurry up or else it could all end tomorrow .

That is why you decided to take the day off today. Your goal was to stay inside the whole day. Near the door of course.

Half of the day had passed with you sitting close to the door waiting for any noises at your door. But there had been none and you were grewing impatient. You sighed out loud and since you really had to use the bathroom, you went.

Just when you washed your hands, you heard something had bumped against your door. 

“I’ve got you”, you yelled while opening the door.

“What are you doing here?!” Your eyes wandered to the box in his hands and then back to him.

He stammered something incomprehensible while straightening up.

“It was you? The whole time?”, every sign of excitement has left your face.

“Listen I am very sorry for what I said. I did not knew about your parents and I feel terrible”, he tried to explain himself.

“Oh and that is why you choose me the orphaned girl as your little social project for the holidays?”

“No it is not like-”

“I’m fine. I really don’t need your help.” You slammed the door shut.

Third person’s POV

“Wow that really sucks. I am sorry”, Hoseok patted his shoulder. They were sitting in a bar. Everyone around them seemed to be in a happy-tomorrow-is-christmas-mood.

“It is alright you know. It was just a stupid idea anyway. Like you said we don’t even know each other.”

“Since when are you listening to me?! Come on I really think it was a good idea. You should bring it to an end.”

“No I don’t want to. It is useless. She hates me.”

“Christmas is probably the only day miracles are possible.”

“Shut up. Since when are you talking like that?!”

“Since my always optimistic best friend started moping about a girl he likes even though he did not even tried everything.”

“I never said I like her”, Yoongi protested while blushing a little.

“Dude, you can lie to yourself but not to me.” Hoseok stood up. “Let’s go.”

Y/N’s POV

It was christmas. I could not care less. Impatient knocking had woken me from my nap.

“I am coming!” you opened the door. A boy with a huge bouquet of roses in his hands stood there.

“Are those for me?”, you questioned surprised.

“Yes, they are.” He handed them over and you stumbled a little back under the weight. Now the face of the deliver boy was visible. He looked somehow familiar. “Please read the card in it because a friend of mine really put a lot of effort in those presents to see you smile everyday and I don’t think it should go to waste.”

“But-”

“Goodbye ma’am and Merry Christmas!” He left without hearing what you wanted to say.

You put down the flowers and searched for the said card. It stuck in the middle. It said: “This is the beginning: I’m.”

What is this suppose to mean? You read it again and again. Then your eyes wandered through the room and stopped on the white paper pieces in your trash can. You had thrown them away yesterday since you were so angry. You quickly turned it around and collected them all. It took you a little to sort them but then it made sense.

“I’m sorry. Do you want to spent Christmas eve with me? I’m Yoongi”, you read out loud.

Immediately you jumped onto your feet and ran out the door. You knocked on the opposite door. A little too hard maybe.

“Yeez Hoseok it-”, He had opened the door and stopped instantly.

“Hello Yoongi. I am Y/N.” You wrapped your arms around him and your lips landed on his. It took him a second before he kissed back.

After what seemed like ages you pulled back.

“Merry Christmas!”

Whaa I have finished it! I am pretty content! :) I hope you all like this as well ♥

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As long as it takes. (”The Irony.” - Part 21) (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Description: “I’ll wait for as long as it takes, as long as I get you at the end" You meet Sebastian Stan on the street in New York. What starts off as a fan encounter stretches to an unexpected coffee date and before long you’re caught up in a whirlwind and left with an internal struggle of what to choose.

Word Count: 4306

Warnings: Minor language. 

Author’s note: Thank you for sticking it out with me. Hope you enjoy! I’d love to hear what you think!

As he shifted, you tried not to freak out on the outside.

"What are you doing? Where are you going," you asked as he made his way closer to the edge of the bed. He looked at you slyly.

"The...bathroom...why?" Your eyes enlarged somewhat in surprise.

"Why are you going to the bathroom now?" He craned his head, bending it to the side.

"Because I've got to pee?"

"What about my present? You don't want to see me open it?" You knew you were doing a terrible job of playing off your nerves.

"I know what it is, why do I need to see it?" He was making this more difficult than it needed to be.

"Fine," you gave up. He scooted off of the bed and walked into the bathroom, cracking the door behind him.

You stared at the door, anxious about opening up the box that was in front of you. A stream of consciousness flowed at the speed of light. Why were you so fearful? Wasn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want to move to New York? Didn't you want to be with Seb for the rest of your life? Didn't you enjoy every moment, even the bad ones, that had been spent with Sebastian over the past year? Wasn't this what you had been secretly hoping for? Was it just that it seemed sudden? Was it simply that you wouldn't expect it to happen this way? Why were you all of a sudden feeling as though you wanted to hide the box and forget it existed instead of opening it? This....this is what you want...right? You heard the toilet flush and the water began to crash into the sink? You wrapped your fingers around the box and lifted the lid. The door creaked open and Sebastian leaned against the door frame, watching you.

Inside the box was a tiny envelope, literally the tiniest envelope you'd ever seen. You picked it out of the box, something seemed to try and pop through the sides, but it wasn't the shape you'd expect. Your face scrunched in confusion. You took a deep breath and opened the envelope. Inside was a folded up piece of paper. You looked over at him, questioning, but still fearful of what could be on this piece of paper. He gave you a warm smile and nodded encouragingly. You slowly moved your eyes back to the paper, unfolding it slowly. When you opened it, you were surprised to read, "Coupon for one free kiss with Sebastian Stan". You stared at it for a moment, before taking a deep breath in, rolling your eyes, and letting the breath out as you bit your lip and grinned. Sebastian moved quickly, jumping on the bed and pounced on you.

"So you ready to cash in on that," he teased you, pleased with himself and the reaction he got from his gift.

"No, thanks," you replied, coolly. He looked at you, surprise apparent in his blue eyes.

"Oh...okay," he said climbing off of you slowly and back to his side of the bed. He was quiet and thoughtful now, all traces of the egotism that had flushed his face just a moment before, gone. You laid on your back for a moment longer, trying to figure out what you could do to rid the room of the mounting awkwardness. You decided to roll over and press a light kiss to Sebastian's cheek.

"Thank you for my...gift," you couldn't stop yourself from chuckling just a small bit, "even if you pirated it from Will & Grace."

"I knew you were gonna say that," he huffed, but a smile was making its way to the corners of his mouth. "Do you really like it? I know it's cheesy, but I thought you might like it because of the show."

"Yes, I really do like it. Once again, you pay attention to my interests in order to make me happy."

"I just ask....because..well....can I be honest?"

"Please."

"Well...you seemed a little disappointed...sad...surprised? I don't know what emotion I saw...maybe a mixture. It just wasn't the reaction I expected is all."

"I was a little...surprised. I can't lie about that. However, I did...I do like it." You snuggled into his chest to try and convince him.

You felt his smile at the crown of your head before he placed a feather light kiss there.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

After he fell asleep, you rolled over and turned away from him. Tears came to your eyes as the realization hit you that while you did love the gift, you were disappointed. You hadn't expected a ring until the box came into your view, but once it did, you wanted it, even if in the moment you didn't realize it. Despite you telling yourself over and over that you two were not at that point in your relationship, you were crestfallen that Sebastian actually felt that way. This gift...and the way that it was presented...it only proved that in your own mind. The wetness of the pillowcase, caused by your silent tears, seemed to soothe you to sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, it was to Sebastian shaking your shoulder.

"Babe, I'm sorry to wake you, but my mom wanted to know if you wanted breakfast before we do presents."

"Sure, I'll get ready."

"There's no rush, but it's pretty much ready." You took a deep breath in and stretched.

"Okay, give me a second to wash my face and all that and I'll be down in about five minutes."

"Okay," he said, kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

After cleaning your face and teeth and combing your hair, you headed downstairs. Georgeta, not surprisingly, had a complete spread for breakfast. She tended to cook as if she were feeding 20 instead of four. There were two known facts about Georgeta's cooking: there'd be plenty and it would be delectable. After everyone had their fill, the present opening commenced. It took a bit of time because his parents went way overboard and got you a ton of presents. To your shock and embarrassment, you figured out that you had the most presents out of anyone. After finally completing presents, everyone just sat back and relaxed after everything was cleaned up. Anthony was the first to crack.

"I think I'm going to head up and take a nap."

After the words left his mouth, you felt like you'd never heard such a grand idea.

"I'm not sure why I didn't think about that, Anthony." You yawned involuntarily, realizing how tired you were. You watched Anthony head up the stairs.

"It does sound like a good idea," Sebastian added.

"Georgeta, do you need help doing anything before I go take a nap?"

"No, dear. You guys go on ahead. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall asleep in this chair watching the television."

You and Sebastian headed up the stairs. You crawled directly into bed, laying down, tucking the pillow a little higher under your head, and curled into the fetal position, staring at the wall.

You couldn't stop yourself from continually thinking to last night and the disappointment you felt from opening the box. You had moments where you got silent during breakfast and presents this morning when your mind drifted back, but you tried to pull yourself together whenever you realized. Sebastian didn't come to bed directly. Instead, you heard him go into the bathroom and start up the shower. Despite the guilty feeling you got for it, you were glad that he was getting in the shower, giving you space. Whether this was intentional or not, you didn't know. You laid there for a few moments, listening to the water hitting the shower floor, but soon enough your thoughts drifted back to last night and everything that had happened since. When he woke you up this morning, part of you felt like he was acting normal, part of you felt like he was very...polite? Almost...distant? Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he just didn't want to wake you....maybe it was the beginning of the end. Just as that thought crossed your mind, your eyes teared up, but you didn't have time to cry because you felt the mattress sinking down beside you and Sebastian's arm snaking across your waist while sliding his body close to yours.

"You awake," he asked, whispering. You let your eyes dry up enough first before you answered, attempting to sound like you were asleep.

"For the moment."

"I'm sorry, I'll let you go back to sleep." He paused, his body tensing. You felt the tenseness but didn't know why. The next thing you felt was him placing a long kiss onto your head before pulling away and whispering, "I love you, (y/n)." Then he pulled himself off and away from you. You heard him sigh and you had to hold yourself together from breaking down right there. After you knew he had fallen asleep, you snuck out of the bed, grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled a quick note. You stepped quietly downstairs and found Georgeta, thankfully, asleep. You grabbed your coat and as silently as you could, exited the house and got into the Rover. You backed out of the driveway and just started driving. Once out and stopped at a light since the roads weren't a little wintry, you put on the "sad" playlist and turned up the volume. A conglomeration of feelings, most melancholy, hit you in the gut, song after song after song. Additionally, with each song, lines and phrases stuck out to you, impaling the invisible knife further into your heart and twisting it.

First, it was "Mad World" and just the beauty and forlorn vibe the song gave off was enough to bring the tears back to your eyes. Shortly after, one of your favorites "I Don't Love You" by My Chemical Romance, flowed out of the speakers and seemingly into your very soul.

Well, when you go Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay And maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way ...When you go Would you even turn to say I don't love you Like I did Yesterday

After you had cried a river, you realized the ironic thing was that the Justin Timberlake song didn't appear anywhere in your playlist. However, a specific James Blunt song did.

Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? ...You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. ...Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me.

You knew a lot of people who would say that doing this wasn't healthy...that it did you no good...that it didn't help you come to a solution for your problem. You would tell them to shut the hell up and let you have your cheap therapy session. You found that listening to music that fit your mood, hence sad music when in a dim mood, by the end, actually helped you to feel better. As you semi-suffered through a few more songs, typically older, a newer one to your collection crawled into your bones.

We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

When the playlist hit a throwback from your "emo" phase, you knew you better pull over before you wrecked. You pulled into a convenience store parking lot and laid your head onto the steering wheel and sobbed.

You're all that I hoped I'd find In every single way And everything I would give Is everything you couldn't take 'Cause nothing feels like home, You're a thousand miles away And the hardest part of living Is just taking breaths to stay 'Cause I know I'm good for something I just haven't found it yet But I need it ...But I guess That I can live without you but Without you I'll be miserable at best

As the song was ending and your sobbing was slowing, you only then heard your phone ringing. You looked at it and saw Sebastian's face flash at you. You couldn't bring yourself to answer. After about three minutes, his face was back on your phone. You decided to try deep breathing to calm down. You had to calm down...for multiple reasons. You began to make a mental list as you pretended Seb wasn't calling you for the third time.

"1. (Y/n), you need to calm down because anyone who's been in this parking lot in the past five minutes probably thinks you're insane. 2. You need to calm down because you don't know where you're at and it's started to snow again...and snow hard. 3. You need to calm down so you can answer the phone and sound half sane...you have to pretend like everything is okay and you're not completely losing yourself. 4. You need to calm down because when you get back, they don't need to be able to see the physical signs that you've been upset. 5. Five...five...well...you need to calm down because until you find out for sure that everything is coming to an end, you need to enjoy the time you have and...well, not jump to conclusions."

You took more deep breaths. In between Seb's calls, you were able to find out that somehow despite you were receiving calls, you had no GPS signal.

"Great. That's just great." You couldn't help but smack the steering wheel, frustrated that you wouldn't be able to take the quickest route back to Seb's parents. At the tenth call, you finally felt calm enough to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dammit (y/n)! Thank God! Where are you? Why haven't you been answering your phone? I've called like 10 times. I've been freaking out for the last seven of those!"

"I'm fine. Sorry I didn't answer. It's snowing and I...well...I don't exactly know where I am and my GPS isn't working." You figured this was the best excuse you could come up with that would sound at least halfway legitimate.

"Why did you leave?" He asked this quietly, concern clear in his voice.

"I just wanted to drive around. You know I enjoy driving and getting lost."

"But when it's snowing?"

"To be fair, it wasn't snowing when I left."

"...I would have ridden with you if..." he said this almost silently, you weren't sure if you were imagining it. It caused the volume of your own voice to lower to an almost whisper.

"I know, Seb. I just...figured you needed sleep," you lied. Thanks to his silence on the other end, you realized he knew you were lying but was going to let it go.

"Well, hey, I'm gonna let you go so I can try to figure my way back."

"Okay, be careful.....I love you, (y/n)." You stopped breathing momentarily. When you realized it, you took a deep, audible breath.

"I love you too," you breathed out. Even you could hear the almost frustrated tone in your voice. After a few minutes, he called back.

"If you have any landmarks around you, I might could help get you back" he suggested quietly. He phrased it like a question, as if unsure if he was overstepping his bounds.

"Yeh, sure." You told him a few things you passed for about five miles until something you said caught his attention and he figured out where you were. He directed you back to the house. When you pulled into the driveway, he was already out the door and running to the vehicle. As soon as you stepped out, he grabbed you by the waist and picked you up off the ground, kissing you.

"Thank God," he said, putting you down. "You really had me worried." He truly was concerned...which only brought tears to your eyes. He saw them immediately. "Hey, hey, hey," he cupped your cheeks in his hands. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" You couldn't say anything back. You couldn't respond with the truth. All you wanted was for him to hold you, so you buried your face in his sweater and cried, hard, and all the while he held you tightly. Your body he pulled close to him by your waist and rubbed your back comfortingly with his other hand. After you realized just how many salty tears and the amount of snot that had gotten on his sweater, you pulled away a small bit, not able to look at him yet. Only then did you realize he had no shoes on.

"SEBASTIAN! WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?! GO GO GO! You've got to get inside! You're going to get hypothermia!" You pushed him up the walk and inside the door. Luckily, the living room was empty, so you didn't have to stop and speak. You pulled him up the stairs. "Sit down on the bed." You ran into the bathroom and began running a basin of lukewarm water and grabbed towels. You ran back into the room, grabbed the blankets off of the chair and wrapped them around Sebastian. You began to place your hands on his ankles and feet. Feeling how cold they were, you started to brush your skin against his quickly to cause friction and help the molecules begin moving so that they'd hopefully warm up quicker...at least that's what you hoped you remembered from science in school. Afterwards, you placed the towels on his feet and around his ankles before going back for the basin. It wasn't too full yet so you poured a little out and turned the heat up on the faucet. Now that a little warmth was back, a little bit warmer water shouldn't burn his skin. When finished, you returned to him, removed the towels and gently placed his feet, spot testing first, inside the warm water basin.

"Oh, Seb," you sighed and leaned your head against his knees and hugged his calves. They were pretty chilled as well. "Why did you go out with no shoes on?" You looked up when you heard him sniffle in response. He wasn't crying, but already sickness was starting. You felt his feet in the water and it seemed as though they were close to the water temperature.

"Here." You took his feet out, one at a time, and dried them. "Get under the covers. Hurry." You wrapped him up in the covers. "Aren't there more blankets in that hallway closet," you asked. He only nodded. You went and grabbed more. Once he was wrapped up, you started to sit in the chair but instead, he stuck a hand out from under the covers and motioned for you to join him. You changed into a tank and shorts so that your body heat would be more accessible. You crawled into the bed beside him and grabbed onto him like a koala bear. He placed his feet under your legs and scratched your back until you fell asleep.

When you woke up, it was completely dark outside.

"Wha-...what time is it!?" You thought, frantically. Sebastian wasn't in bed and you couldn't hear anything in the bathroom. You rolled over to grab your phone. On top of it was a note.

(Y/n), if you wake up and we're gone, we went to get dinner to bring back. Be back soon. Love you, Seb

You didn't realize you had slept so long. It was eight o'clock. All the crying earlier must have worn you out. You got up and opened the door and the sounds of Seb and his parents talking and laughing wafted up the staircase. You shut the door quietly and changed into pants and a proper shirt. You patted your hair to make sure it wasn't too crazy and made your way down the stairs.

"She lives," Anthony said loudly and began laughing as he saw you creep towards the kitchen table. You grinned and shook your head. A headache was creeping up quick.

"Hey sweetie, you hungry? We got some Chinese takeout. Let me heat it up for you."

"Georgeta, that's fine. Thank you. Actually, I didn't bring any ibuprofen, if you have any of that I'll happily take that."

"Oh no, is everything okay?"

"I just have a headache coming on pretty quickly." You went to sit down in a chair, but Sebastian grabbed your waist and pulled you to sit down with him instead. Once you fully sat, he wrapped both of his arms around you, holding you close.

"Sure, I'll be right back. Is Tylenol okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's great. Thank you."

"I bet if you eat something, that'll help too. You haven't eaten since breakfast have you," Sebastian said quietly. You only shook your head in response. He rubbed your arm lightly.

"Here." He had you rise and set you back down in the chair and made his way to the refrigerator. "While Mom is gone to get the Tylenol, I'll heat you up some food. We made sure to get some white rice for you if you didn't want fried.   Do you want General Tso's or Sesame?" He turned the oven on.

"Seb, it doesn't have to go in the oven."

"No, I know, there are egg rolls and I know you hate them soggy. If I put them in the microwave, they will be."

"Then don't worry about it. It's kinda late to be eating heavy anyway."

"Well, I'll heat it up just in case you change your mind. Which chicken?" You took a minute to decide, you loved both, but figured spicy might be too much this late. "Dang. When did I get this old," you questioned yourself silently.

"I'll do sesame. Thank you."

He went ahead and fixed you a glass of water. His timing was perfect because as soon as he set the glass down Georgeta entered the kitchen with the Tylenol. You thanked her before quickly downing the pills and water. Your dinner was warm pretty soon so you sat and ate slowly despite realizing just how hungry you were. You didn't have much to say and they just let you eat. Shortly, Anthony broke the silence but spoke quietly with Georgeta. You could feel Sebastian's eyes on you as he stood against the counter, waiting on the egg rolls to finish heating. You pretended you didn't notice. You could also feel Georgeta's eyes flitting back and forth between you and Sebastian, but she was trying so hard to be sneaky about it. After a few moments of it, you had to contain a giggle.

"Well, Georgeta, why don't we go see what's on the tv this evening?" You knew Anthony was trying to change her focus of attention and give you and Sebastian privacy if needed. After they walked out, Sebastian pulled the egg rolls out of the oven, brought them to the table, and sat down beside you. He jumped back up quickly, which made you look at him confused. He retrieved something from the counter and came back.

"Forgot the duck sauce." You gave him a smile.

"Thank you."

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to try and figure it out...meaning I probably won't....but that doesn't mean I won't try."

"Who said anything was wrong?"

"So the latter." You couldn't help but laugh softly and shake your head. There was silence for a moment as you knew he was debating his next words. He decided to go with humor.

"So I have my sweater ruined and I don't get to know why. That's completely fair. Understandable." You just smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. He simply let out a slow and deep sigh.

"Thank you for looking out for me earlier today." You looked at him, a little taken aback.

"Well, of course, Sebastian. I wasn't going to just let you get hypothermia if I could do something about it."

"Well, yeh...it's just...things have been a little chilly over the last 24 hours." You knew he wasn't referring to the weather, but you wanted to see how far he'd go with this.

"Well, it is winter....Winter Soldier."

"I don't mean the weather." Good, he had walked right into your argument, deflecting the attempt to joke.

"So what, exactly, do you mean," you questioned, lowering your voice. His face changed, knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

"I don't mean anything, I just..." he stopped talking, nerves emitting from his pores.

"Just?"

"Just...it's like every time you look at me you have a pain in your eyes that I haven't seen since the night I yelled at you in Romanian....and I- I don't like it. I don't know how to make that pain in your eyes go away, but I want to. Help me do that. Tell me how....please," his voice was just a pained whisper with the last word. You felt contrite. It wasn't that you wanted to hurt him. It wasn't that you wanted to be cold to him. It wasn't even that you really wanted to push him away...it just felt like the more distance you put between the two of you, the easier it would be when it didn't work out. You couldn't bear to have this conversation with him.

"How can you help?" He nodded. You put on a fake smirk. "Just don't worry about it. I'll be fine in a few days." You tapped his hand with yours. "I'm going to go see what's on the tv. You'll clean this up, right?" You winked at him as you walked away. A smile just barely crossed his face. It wasn't a real one, but then again, neither was yours. You both knew you were playing games and walking on thin ice.

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Part One             Part Two                  Part Three               Part Four                                Part Five               Part Six                   Part Seven              Part Eight

Part Nine              Part Ten                 Part Eleven              Part Twelve

Part Thirteen             Part Fourteen                   Part Fifteen                                             Part Sixteen                Part Seventeen            Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen             Part Twenty