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mayraki · 5 years ago

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The Trained Assassin.

Spencer Reid series. Part 3.

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Summary: Life’s not easy when you found out that instead of being trained to be a spy for the CIA, you are being trained to be an assassin, a killer. The people you wanted to stop, they were making you one. That’s when you joined the BAU to become someone new, you didn’t want to be someone’s toy. You wanted your past to be arrased, that’s all. But it’s not easy to hide a past like that.

I just wanted to say thank you for all the love the last part got, I am so grateful for every like, reblog and comment you guys gave me! Thank you so much and I hope you guys are staying safe 💞

PART 2

“Trust?”

After the last case, you all went back the BAU and had the weekend off. But you didn’t enjoy it as much as you wanted.

All you could think was the look on your team when you took all those men alone.

“You saved five women, you saved five women” you said to yourself over and over again.

You did want to go back to the office Monday morning, but you didn’t want to get all those questions you were trying to avoid all those months on the BAU.

When you got to your desk, you couldn’t see anyone of the team around. That was strange.

You went to the meeting room... empty.

Where is everybody?

Since they were not in Hotch’s office or the kitchen, there was only one place left; Garcia’s office.

You walked fast to the room and once you could see the inside, you noticed that everyone, including Hotch and Gideon, was watching a video on Garcia’s computer. But you couldn’t see what it was.

When you got close enough that you could hear the noise, you heard a scream and you reconoced it immediately. It was the man you stabbed a couple of days ago. They were watching the camera footage from the workshop.

Damn it, Garcia. How did you find it?

“Fuck...” Emily said.

“I know...” Spencer let his left hand go over his face like he was trying to process what he just watched.

“Well, know we know who’s the most badass of the group. She’s like a 20/10” Garcia said.

“Did you all enjoy the movie?” You said for the fist time since you came into the room.

The whole team turned to you and all the eyes were on you.

“Sorry, y/n” Garcia said when she turned the video off.

You gave her a half smile and nodded “it’s ok. Do we have a meeting?”

“No, not yet” Gideon said and seconds after you got your response, you stormed out of the room.

“Y/n!” You heard Hotch yelled your name but you didn’t stop. You wanted to be alone and try to calm your anger down.

It’s not that you were angry at them, you were angry at yourself because you let all of this stuff get to you. You were used to things not bother you, you were trained like that. But for some reason all of this matter to you more than anything else you’ve worked with before. The team. Their opinion mattered to you.

“Y/n, they insisted that they wanted to see the video, it’s not...” Hotch said once he got to your side but you cut him off.

“Hotch, it’s ok, really. It’s not normal that a girl can take six men by herself. It’s normal that they have questions”

Hotch grabbed gently your arm and pulled you aside, making sure no one could hear him talk.

“I understand that is your decision if you want to tell them or not, but if you want them to trust and now after that video, treat you normally or like everyone else, your going to have to tell them.”

“Hotch, I don’t know” you said letting out a little sigh.

“I know that you are afraid that...”

“Don’t profile me, Hotch” I said looking at him in the eyes.

“I’m not, I’m just understanding what a friend is going through and I want to help her” your face relaxed once you heard the word ‘friend’ came out of Hotch’s mouth. He never called you a friend. “They are not going to treat you like a killer”

And he touched the wound that it was inside your brain. Since you joined the CIA, everyone treated you differently. Treated you like you were not important, or like a machine they could turn on when it was necessary. Never like an equal, never like someone smart, but some trained killer.

“They are not. I promise you that. Everyone has their past here”

“I know that.”

“We learned that what we were is not important. What is important is what we are right now. Believe me, they know that better than anyone in the CIA”

***

“Y/n, we are going to meet up at a bar tonight. Would you like to join us?” Emily asked you while you were reading an old case trying to get your paper work done.

You looked up at her and noticed her coat on her hand and her purse in her left shoulder, deducing she was just about to leave work.

“Sure” you gave her a half smile.

“Sweet. I’ll text you the details. See you tonight”

“See you” she started to walk towards the lift and you went back to your paper work.

You looked at the clock on your desk and noticed that two hours passed since everyone left work to go to their homes. You checked at your phone and read the text that Emily sent you an hour ago. If you wanted to get to the bar in time, you had to leave now.

“Are you going to the bar?” Spencer asked behind you and you turned around to see him.

“Spencer? I thought everyone went home” you said and started to pack up your things.

“Well, sometimes I stay late because I start to read a book and then time flys, and suddenly it’s 8 and... everything is dark.” He smiled and looked around.

“Is the book that good? It made you forget everything around you and time went flying. That is the meaning of a good book” you hanged your bag on your left shoulder after you put on your black jacket.

“That is a really cool jacket.” He said “it makes you look like a real... badass”

You let out a little laugh “you think?”

Oh, that’s one of the things that pretty boy Spencer was thinking right now. The way that jacket went around your arms making them look better than ever. He couldn’t help but look at the tight shirt you were wearing when you reached to grab an envelope that you had on your desk. The intrigue about who’s letter that was appeared on his head, was it a boyfriend? A family member? But who writes letters now a day?

“Are you going to the bar tonight?” You asked him once you started to walk towards the lift followed by Spencer.

“I don’t think so... are you?” He didn’t had plans on going since the next day was a work day, but he wanted to know if you were going. Something made him feel like if you were going, he’ll be delighted to go with you.

“Yeah, I think it would be good if I get out a little, you know. I didn’t do anything since I started the BAU” the lift came to your floor and both of you stepped inside.

“I think you’re right. Me neither. I’m going” he said faster than he ever said a sentence before. He cleared his throat and added “working on a job like this makes you forget to live a little” he bit his lower lip trying to hide the embarrassment he felt after talking like that.

“Oh, really? Great!” You felt a little more energetic about the fact that Spencer was going and when you noticed your recent feeling your heart did two beats faster than normal.

“Would you like to go with me? I drove here with my car, and if we want to get in time, we have to go now” Spencer asked hoping you would say yes.

“Yeah, sure” you said giving him a little smile.

***

“Would you like a beer?” Spencer asked you once you stepped inside the club and you nodded.

“I’m going to look for the rest of the team, I’ll save you a seat” he nodded in gratitude and went on separate ways.

“Hi beautiful lady!” Gracia greeted you once you made it to their table.

“Hi everyone!”

“Wait, you came straight from work?” Emily asked when she noticed that you had the same clothes.

“Yeah, Spencer and I got caught on some work. We came here together straight from the office” you said sitting down next to Emily and a free chair for Spencer.

“Wait,” Morgan said “you came here with Reid?”

“Yeah,” you nodded like it was nothing “He’s getting us some beers. Why?”

But before anyone could say anything, Spencer sat down next to you giving you the beer that he offered you to buy for you.

“How much?” You asked.

“Oh no, my treat” he said taking a sip of his beer.

“No, Spencer..”

“I won’t argue” he said with a smile on his face being more dominant than you’ve ever heard him be. And you kinda liked that.

***

“Ok, let’s play a game.” Garcia said.

“A game? What are we? Fifteen?” JJ said jokingly.

“C’mon! It’s going to be fun! It’s never have I ever”

“Oh, yes, that is a very mature game” Emily said laughing.

“They way we play it, yes, it is very mature” Garcia said with a smile. “The rules are simple, anyone says something, and if you did it, you drink. Ok, I’ll go first and I’ll go easy. Never have I ever kissed a stranger”

Everyone gave a sip of their drinks and Garcia applauded. “Excellent! We can going in a round so everyone can ask something. JJ, your turn”

“Does it have to be dirty or...”

“Yes, dirty JJ, it’s Wednesday night and we are at a club. We just got out of a serial killer case. It has to be” Garcia said.

“That doesn’t make any sense, but ok, never have I ever... had sex in a car”

Everyone drank but all the looks were in Spencer’s face. You joined at the team with the staring but couldn’t understand the meaning.

“You?” Morgan asked “having sex in a car?”

Yes, it was noticible that Spencer was the kind to be innocent, but I’ve learned over the couple of years, that the innocents are always the worst.

“Yeah, at least 90% of the population had sex on a car. C’mon!”

You laughed at his weird fact and Spencer looked and you while giving you a wink. You took it by surprise and wondered where this Spencer was all along.

“Never have I ever...” Emily said trying to think for something to say “Oh. I got it! Never have I ever screamed during sex”

Everyone looked at her with suprise but Garcia had a little smile on her face. “I like that!”

“What kind of sex are you having?” JJ asked. “And where can I get some?”

You laughed and watched Emily take a sip.

“You lucky woman” you said.

“Good in bed, but such an asshole” she said.

“Uh, those are the worst ones” Garcia said. “Next!” And she locked eyes with you.

“Oh, ok, never have I ever... slept with a stranger” Morgan drank.

“You nasty boy” Garcia said jokingly and Morgan laughed.

“Yeah, after working on a job where you investigate a lot of murderers and men being crazy, I don’t trust that easily anymore” JJ said.

“I have one” Spencer said “Never have I ever played strip poker”

Everyone drank and you felt the effects of the alcohol starting to affect your body.

“You played strip poker?” Morgan asked to Spencer “but you’re so good, tell me you played all the cards wrong so you could get a little bit of action”

Spencer let out a little laugh “Yeah, it was easier than I expected”

“My turn. Never have I ever took a nude” Morgan said and he took a sip.

“Really?” Garcia said “someone remaind me to hack his phone tomorrow”

Everyone laughed and Emily and JJ drank.

“What, really?” Morgan asked me.

“Nope, never” he sounded more shooked about the fact that you never took a nude than the boy next to me, who didn’t took a sip either.

“Never?”

“Never. You have to trust me in this one” you said.

“Oh, Yeah,” he said jokingly “she says trust, the girls who took down six men alone with no gun, something that requires a special set of skills and we have no idea where she got them...” there was fun on his voice, like he was joking and no trying to be serious at all. But the words hit you like a rock.

Hotch was right. They were never going to trust you.

“I’ll be right back” you said and stood up, walking towards the outside door.

You stood there with your arms around your body when the cold air caught your skin. The words Morgan said were going around your head on and on. It’s not like you knew everything about everyone’s past, but no one comes in and has the skills with no explanation. You had to be honest with yourself, if it was he other way around, you wouldn’t trust them either. The question appeared on your head; if you told them? Wouldn’t it be better?

“Are you ok?” Spencer asked when he got next to you.

“Yeah, it’s just... he’s right” you didn’t know how the words came out like it was nothing. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something about Spencer that made you feel like you could talk to him and tell him all you life, you didn’t know, and you were a little bit afraid of that feeling, but you didn’t want it to go away either.

“You don’t own us any explanation y/n” Spencer said and noticed that you were feeling a little bit cold, so he got close to you. You didn’t moved away because deep down you felt grateful that he did that.

“It’s not about owning anything, it’s about...” you couldn’t think of a way of explaining it.

“About what?”

You took a second to find the correct words.

“I feel like, if the team doesn’t trust me, I won’t be able to trust them too” you said finally and Spencer put his hand on your shoulder.

“We do trust you. You have to give it time”

You looked at him in the eyes, with the deep look that you always used when you were in a interrogation. You wanted him to tell you the truth, and that was not it.

“And you’re going to tell me that you’ve never felt a little curios about it?” You got closer to him and felt his sweater touched your hands while they were around your chest. “Spencer, if I want this to work, i have to talk about it”

He took a second to respond, without breaking eye contact with you. “It seems like you need to talk about it, y/n”

You unintentionally looked at his lips and noticed that they were relaxed, but his body said otherwise. His fingers were tense, touching each other like they were trying to stay worm, his breathing was heavy and you went up to his eyes.

You two noticed the tension. Spencer felt like all he wanted to do was to hug you and cure everything that was bothering you. He wanted to keep talking to you all night long. They wey that your lips tensed when he said that last sentence made him look down at them. They were a beautiful shade of pink. He couldn’t notice much detail in them because it was dark, but he did noticed one thing, he wanted to taste them. He wanted to kiss you.

Both of you wanted the same thing, but couldn’t find the courage to do it. The time that you were there felt like ages, making each other feel comfortable. But in reality, just a couple of seconds passed.

“Guys” JJ said “I got a call, we have to be on the office as fast as we can”

PART 4

#imagine #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #assassin

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northernscruffycat · 5 years ago

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PURSE OWNER and also dr stone and my hero :)

I got a separate one for My Hero so I’ll space them out, but here’s PURSE OWNER and the Senku is a Smart Boy ShowPersona:the first character i ever fell in love with: We started with Persona 5 and while I now love a lot of the characters introduced at the beginning of the game, the first one who really connected for me was Yusuke once they got him away from evil artist teacher and his TRUE ASEXUAL DORKINESS started shining througha character that i used to love/like, but now do not: idk I initially thought Makoto was okay, but then she got boring pretty quickly for mea ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: I’ve only been on this series for two minutes, so all the ships I liked to start with I still like now. It’ll be interesting to check back in like a year and see if I still feel the same way thomy ultimate favorite character™: It’s HARD to choose between Teddie, Akihiko, Mitsuru, Elizabeth, Adachi and Yusuke, but like one of themprettiest character: Mitsuru is gorgeous. even when you put her in the silly outfits in the dancing game she still rocks itmy most hated character: Yukari. I hate Yukari with the intensity that I would’ve hated a character when I was 13 and that’s pretty impressive. Also all the creepy men in P5.my OTP: Mitsuru/Akihiko(/Shijiro)my NOTP: Yukari/Minatofavorite episode: the part where Teddie comes to live in the Dojima house as Yu’s house husband in P4Gsaddest death: CHIDORI ACTUALLY. Like, Shijiro’s death was sad as well, but I appreciate the development it meant Akihiko could have, whereas Chidori’s death and learning that Junpei still dreams of proposing to her 3 years later was HEARTBREAKINGfavorite season: Gonna cheat and say that so far P3 is my fave for story, P4 is my fave for characters/gameplay and P5 is my fave for styleleast favorite season: The gameplay in P2 so farcharacter that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: idk enough about fandom?? I like Chie fine but I’m not as into her as all the dudebros I see are?my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Adachi is the only right answer for this tbhmy ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Literally all the female cast deserve better tbh, but I feel like Fuuka and Haru in particular needed more room for their stories to grow. NAOTO DESERVED TO BE INTENTIONALLY WRITTEN AS A TRANS CHARACTER AND NOT WHAT WE GOT, poor naoto D:my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: idk I like the concept of Yu having a one-sided crush on Adachi, but I don’t want it to be requitedmy ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Joker/Yusuke is cute, but there’s other ships I like more for both charactersDr. Stone:the first character i ever fell in love with: senku was amazing from the very starta character that i used to love/like, but now do not: at first i thought tsukasa might be okay, but so far he’s been a pretty boring villaina ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: again, i still like all the ships i did to start withmy ultimate favorite character™: OOOHHHH SORRY SENKU BUT IT ACTUALLY IS GINROU SOBprettiest character: Sorry Gen, but Senku, Yuzuriha and Taiju all beat you in this category for memy most hated character: uuuhhh all those boring buff guys tsukasa sent after senku?my OTP: SENGENmy NOTP: Senku/Kohakufavorite episode: The one where Senku seduces Gen with colasaddest death: The only manga spoiler I’ve seen is that one of my best boys dies, but apparently this show loves death cheats, so I’m trying to stay hopefulfavorite season: There’s only one season of the anime so far, so that one?least favorite season: I like the one season I’ve seen lolcharacter that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I don’t hate them, but I wish Ruri and Kohaku weren’t just there for fan servicemy ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: GINROUmy ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Suica!my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: That Ginrou/Chrome RP we had was full of NASTY LOL but I’m kinda into them now. also as a joke ship chrome/the old man lmaomy ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Chrome/Ruri? man we need the next season so I can learn more about all these other characters I keep seeing from the manga and have opinions on ships with them

#*Talking #starryamber #*Persona #*Dr. Stone #long post

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hymn2000 · 5 years ago

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Ideal Confusion - MCU AU Fanfic - C12

(Title subject to change)

Story summary: Giving into the constant pressure from the press, Tony decides to put a rest to the rumours that Peter is his biological son - once and for all.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, adoption, DNA test(s), pressure, peer pressure, social issues, mentions of alcoholism, mental health problems, potentially some minor medical inaccuracies, mentions of corporal punishment, hurt/comfort

You can also find me on AO3

Chapter 12 - Blood And Water

After a lazy morning and a long walk, Jo Jo dropped Loki and Peter off at the house. Jo Jo had put on a CD for the journey, which was hugely preferable to just listening to the grown-ups hospital talk.

“You like ABBA?” Peter said, surprised.

“Of course I like ABBA - I’m Swedish!” Jo Jo laughed.

“And you’re gay” Loki said.

The journey home seemed much faster than the journey there. It was almost a disappointment when they arrived back at the house.

“Shame we only had the one night” Jo Jo said.

“We’ll do a full weekend some time, I promise” Loki said, giving him a hug and a kiss. He lowered his voice. “Without the baby, next time”

“Thanks, Jo Jo” Peter said, leaning over from the back seat and hugging him. “Sorry again for yesterday morning”

“Hey, no worries, little guy” Jo Jo said, giving him a little hug back. “See you at the hospital some time soon? Not as a patient, though! Be good for your daddies”

“Ok. Bye, Jo Jo!”

Peter still felt pretty good. He’d slept well, and enjoyed his morning. He went and unpacked his bag, sorting everything out properly, and then flopped on his bed, and soon drifted off to sleep.

He woke up an hour or so later, feeling fuzzy and warm, with the sun beaming in through the window. He rubbed his eyes and got up, wandering about the landing. Tony’s keys were still missing from their hook. It was nearly three o’ clock, so Peter was surprised to see he wasn’t back yet. But he supposed he had his reasons.

Peter tugged on Loki’s sleeve to get his attention.

“Sweetheart, can’t you see I’m a little busy?” Loki said.

“Sorry. I just wanna ask you something”

“Uh-huh” Loki said, focusing on the light he was fixing. “Do I have to do anything?”

“Just answer”

“Ok. What is it?”

“When’s dad home?”

“I don’t know. Go and get some milk”

Peter went over to the fridge and opened the door.

“We don’t have any in”

“I know. Go to the shop”

Peter pouted.

“Get yourself some sweets, too”

“Ok, ok” Peter said. “Anything else?”

“No. Run along now, chick”

Peter nodded and went to get his shoes on. A little afternoon stroll sounded like a nice idea.

Peter went down to the little shop on the corner. The dim interior was a stark contrast to the bright sun outside, but it was comfortably familiar.

“Hey, baby Stark!” the shopkeeper said, nodding at him from behind the till.

“Hey, mister”

Peter had first met him during the first summer he’d spent at the Stark’s. He still didn’t know his name after all this years, but they always nodded at each other when they crossed in the street, and greeted each other when Peter came into the shop. They never really spoke properly, largely due to the cultural difference and the fact the shopkeepers English was a little shaky and Peter always felt bad if he didn’t quite understand what he was saying. Peter knew some of his children, and they’d been here since they were tiny, and gone to school nearby, so they were fluent and he didn’t have the same problem with them. They were all a fair bit older than Peter, but they all talked to him quite happily if they were serving in the shop, although Peter always felt like they saw him as a lot younger than he actually was.

Peter grabbed the milk and then took his time deciding what to get for himself. He had a look through the housekeeping purse, counting the coins. He’d just grabbed it on his way out without checking, but luckily there was a decent amount in it. He eventually settled on a bottle of blue Fanta, a handful of sherbet straws, a little pack of popping candy, some fruit gums, a bar of dark chocolate, and a bag of jelly snakes.

“Too many sweets” the shopkeeper said, sifting through Peter’s choices at the till. “Bad for your teeth”

“Well, daddy told me to get some sweets, so I guess it’s ok this time” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’ll just brush my teeth an extra time today...”

He looked at the little display by the till, and added a couple of lollipops to his stack.

“Too many sweets!” the shopkeeper repeated. “You kids!”

Peter just smiled, and looked up when the shop door opened again with its accompanying ring of the bell. It was one of the shopkeepers sons, balancing a couple of boxes in his arms.

“Hey, Stark” he said, winking at Peter as he passed him by.

“Hey...”

“Eight forty-two” the shopkeeper said, grabbing his attention.

“Oh right, yeah” Peter counted out nine dollars and handed the coins over. “There’s nine”

The shopkeeper handed him the change, and Peter took his shopping bag.

“Thanks, mister. See you later”

“Bye, baby Stark. Don’t eat everything now!”

“I won’t, mister. Bye!”

Peter stepped back into the daylight and let the door jangle shut behind him. He dug his hand in the bag, found a lolly, pulled the wrapper off, and stuck it in his mouth. He jumped down the step to the pavement, blinking a little. He knew he should have brought his sunglasses.

“Jesus, Peter!” Loki said, looking at the pile of sweets Peter had tipped onto the table. “When I told you to get yourself some sweets, I was thinking just a packet, not the whole shop!”

“I had a craving” Peter said, putting his lolly stick in the bin.

“Hmm” Loki looked disapproving. He sighed. “Who was in today?”

“Hm? Oh, just the owner” Peter said, opening his drink. “Oh, and I saw one of the boys briefly”

“Oh yeah, which one? What day is it? Was it Aamir?”

“I don’t know” Peter said. “It was the tall one with the neck tattoo”

“Aamir” Loki nodded. “His wife’s expecting, you know. I saw him in clinic a few weeks ago”

“Oh, cool. I didn’t know he was married”

“All the boys are” Loki said. “It’s only Hansamala who isn’t married”

“I like her” Peter said, sifting through his sweets. “She gives me those pink sweets, those ones it takes days to get through”

“Mm, she gave me one once” Loki said. “I’ve never had anything so sweet before. Or since. It wasn’t really my cup of tea”

“She calls me Tuka”

“It means young boy” Loki said.

“Oh. Well, that makes sense, I guess. How old is she, anyway?”

“God, I don’t know” Loki said. “Mid thirties? Say, you’re not eating all of those, are you?”

Peter looked up from his sherbet straws. “Why? Do you want one?”

“Not especially. They just remind me of the kids of Scotland who used to snort them for a dare” Loki said, and then shot him a look. “Don’t even think about it!”

“I wasn’t! People at Midtown went through a stage of doing that. It made one kids nose bleed. I’m not gonna waste it like that”

“Mm. Even so, you don’t need all those sweets now. Choose what you want now, and put the rest away for later”

“Aww, that’s no fun” Peter pouted, putting an arm protectively around his hoard.

“Peter” Loki pressed. “Do as you’re told”

Peter sighed in an exaggerated fashion. “Oh, woe is me! Alright, I’ll just have the jelly snakes and the popping candy now. And one of the sherbet straws. Oh, and-”

“Nope, three things is enough! Technically it’s more than that, looking at those jelly snakes” Loki raised an eyebrow. “You’re lucky your dad’s not home yet; he’d go spare”

“Aww, he’s even worse than me when it comes to this kind of thing” Peter said, brushing it off.

“Mm” Loki took the rest of Peter’s sweets and put them on the top shelf of one of the cupboards. “Well, maybe you should go and settle down with a DVD or something”

“Can I play on the Wii for a bit?”

“Peter, you haven’t played with that for three and a half years”

“I know, but we’ve still got all the stuff. Wanna play Mario Kart? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!”

“Alright, alright! Fine, but only for half an hour. It’ll make you put those sweets down, anyway”

Peter offered him the bag. “Want one?”

“I’ll pass. Dearie me, what’s wrong with battling for a chocolate coin from a tower of flour? I can understand where your father’s coming from sometimes”

“Huh?”

“It’s a game, one I was introduced to in Scotland. Basically you fill a bowl-”

“Wait” Peter interrupted, his ears pricking up. “Did you hear that? I think dad’s back”

He went rushing off, and Loki sighed.

“I’ll tell you later then, shall I?”

He shook his head and followed after his son.

Peter’s ears hadn’t deceived him. Tony hugged Loki first, holding as tight as he could.

“Did you miss me?” Loki said, squeezing him back.

“Always, my darling” Tony said. “Right, where’s my little boy?”

He pulled back, and turned to Peter. Peter watched him cautiously. Suddenly all his reservations had caught up with him. He couldn’t help feeling upset that Tony hadn’t answered any of his calls or texts, and he still felt a little sore over what had happened the other day. He wasn’t quite sure where he stood now.

Tony smiled. “There he is! Come here, fella: haven’t you got a hug for your old man?”

Peter hesitantly held his arms out, and Tony pulled him close and squeezed him tight.

“My little boy! Ooh, I missed you, you know!” he looked at Loki. “Was he good?”

Peter tensed, looking over his shoulder.

“As gold” Loki said.

“Good”

Peter looked back up at Tony, who kissed him on the nose.

“Daddy sent me a video of you singing. I didn’t know you could play the piano!”

Peter looked over his shoulder at Loki again, who just nodded slightly.

“You’re a clever little kid” Tony said, kissing the bridge of Peter’s nose and then resting a hand on the back of the boys head, holding him tighter still.

His hold was so warm, so secure - and Peter felt good.

He still loves me, Peter thought, snuggling into his father’s chest. He still loves me!

Loki sat on the armchair, rubbing the space above his lip with the side of his forefinger, watching Tony and Peter together. To all intents and purposes, Peter looked happy, curled up against his father, starting to drift off. Tony looked happy too, cradling the boy in his arms. But, Loki thought, there was something off about it. He wasn’t entirely sure what, but something wasn’t quite right.

Loki opened the drawer of the little lamp table closest to him, getting out his pipe and tobacco tin. He barely took his eyes off his husband and son the whole while he was readying it. It was only a few seconds after he lit it that Tony looked up.

“Oh, Loki, darling” he said. “Not while the kid’s in here”

“Of course” Loki said slowly. He paused, and then stood up. “I’ll be out on the balcony”

Loki leant against the railing, tapping the ceramic of his pipe against his teeth in between puffs. As much as he’d love to believe that the DNA test results hadn’t made any difference, he just didn’t buy it. He was, in part, relieved that Tony had come home and immediately started showing Peter the usual attention. It wasn’t that it seemed forced - it didn’t - but there was definitely something different.

Loki looked down at the lights of the street below, and the traffic in the distance. If he squinted, he could just about see the hospital. He thought about everyone on the ward. He felt such fondness for that place. He didn’t always understand why. He had many regrets in life - starting at the hospital wasn’t one of them. Thor said it was his way of recompense, but Loki didn’t buy that. He’d originally started at the hospital under another persons recommendation, and even then he’d only really gone because he had a newfound interest of human health after something Tony had shown him. He hadn’t expected to get sucked in quite like he did, much less end up as a fully-qualified nurse. But, despite everything, he still loved doing it. It still interested him, and he’d grown to love his colleagues, and care for his patients. Perhaps it was keeping busy. Whatever.

Loki sucked on his pipe, turning his thoughts back to his family. He thought hard, and then something suddenly clicked. He stopped, thinking it over again, and then nodded. He set his pipe down on the glass table between the two chairs. He needed to keep an eye on things.

“Are you off?” Loki said, stopping Tony in his tracks.

Tony turned to him, adjusting his hold on Peter. “He’s dropped off, and it’s kinda late. Probably a good idea to settle him down”

“I can take him”

“It’s ok; I’ll do it”

“Why don’t you get him a jug?” Loki suggested.

Tony hesitated, and then let Loki take Peter from him. “Alright. I’ll just be a few minutes”

Peter had his eyes open when Loki put him down on the bed.

“...You weren’t really asleep, were you?”

Peter shook his head. “Don’t tell dad, alright?”

Loki nodded slightly. “...Are you ok?”

“I think so. Dad’s better with me than he was the other day. I think he’s ok about everything now”

“Mm”

“Hey, daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Can I get up? I don’t really wanna go to bed in my clothes”

“Hm? Oh, of course. Sorry” He moved back.

“It’s alright” Peter said, getting up and pulling his shirt off. “Are you having another flare-up?”

Loki looked at him. “What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been all quiet this evening, and you kinda looked like you were zoning out. I wondered if you were getting ill”

“I’m fine” Loki said.

“Right, here’s the jug” Tony said, bursting into the room. “Oh, you’re awake”

“I’m gonna go and do my teeth” Peter said. “...Can you two stop acting so weird?”

He locked the en suite door behind him. Loki was definitely acting strange, and the way Tony had looked was a little funny too. He hoped they’d get the hint and leave him to it. He didn’t really want to be put to bed by them tonight. They probably had stuff to talk about anyway.

“I know what’s going on here” Loki said after they’d closed Peter’s door behind them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Tony said, carrying on down the hallway. “Hey, now the kids asleep, do you wanna spend some quality time together?”

“And do what?”

“I don’t know” Tony shrugged absentmindedly. “Have sex?”

“Tony-”

“Alright, not full sex. But if you’re in the mood, I’m more than happy to give you an orgasm tonight”

“Tony, stop it” Loki said firmly. “I think we need to talk”

“What about? I’ve got nothing to say. The conference was alright. How was your day away?"

“Fine. That’s not what we’re here to talk about”

“Well, what, then?”

“You know what!”

Tony did know, but that didn’t mean he'd admit it, much less talk about it.

“Don’t give me that look!” Loki sighed irritably. “You can’t gloss over it forever! I knew there was something off with you and the way you were with Peter, an-”

“Hey, I haven’t been ‘off’” Tony scowled. “I was just as dad-ish as ever with him”

“You didn’t speak to him, n-”

“Yes I did! We’ve been talking all night!”

“Talking without saying anything. You can’t ignore the DNA results. You can’t pretend you don’t have to talk about this”

“I don’t have to talk about it!”

“Yes, you do! Not wanting to talk about it doesn’t mean you don’t need to talk about it. Peter needs to talk about it, too. You both need to discuss it properly, and- NO, DON’T INTERRUPT ME! Don’t try throwing excuses my way either. I’m not going to make you wake him up now, but you are going to talk to him, one way or another. I won’t let you weasel out of this”

“...What is there to talk about?”

“For crying out loud, Anthony!” Loki turned on his heel. “I’m going to bed, and I don’t want to talk to you until you’ve seen sense and are ready to act your age”

“Wait, Loki!”

Loki stopped and looked at him. “What?”

“Do you want an orgasm tonight or not?”

Peter stayed quiet when there was a knock on his door. He stayed quiet when his bedroom door opened. He stayed quiet and still when the bedside lamp was turned on and someone sat down on his bed.

“I know you’re awake, chick”

Peter still didn’t move. They rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a little shake.

“You can’t fool me, kiddo”

Peter opened his eyes. “What do you want?”

“I want you to be honest. I know you’re having a tough time”

“Daddy, I’m tired. All those car journeys tire me out”

“That’s not what I said”

“I know, but honestly, I’m fine. Dad’s the one in denial; not me. He’s being nice to me though, so that’s something”

“Well-”

“Hey, daddy? I’m kinda ready to go to sleep now. I’m doing ok, and I’ll be even better when my eyes don’t sting any more”

“Your eyes sting?”

“I’m tired! I said that. Goodnight”

“Ok, ok” Loki kissed Peter on the cheek. “Alright. Goodnight, chick”

Peter watched him leave, and then breathed out. He had a feeling Loki was taking this whole thing a lot harder than he was.

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 5 years ago

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A View To A Winchester (Part 3)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. No idea how long it will be, but I’ve got time on my hands. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle. I’m thinking it will go the fluffy route, with some angst, and maybe some smut down the line. Not sure yet.

Section Word Count: 2,664

Section Warnings: mild language, getting fluffy up in here, Dean being adorable, Dean eating

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Dean appeared to be playing hide and seek again with Julie. She’d gone out to the patio five minutes after she heard the mower engine cut off. A half-hearted search around the house showed no sign of Mr. Winchester. But, there was ample evidence of a very well mowed and attended lawn. Her nose twitched at the scent of freshly cut grass. She went to retrieve the food and dining necessities from inside the house. It took her two trips and there was still no trace of the hunky individual. Not even in his own yard, stowing away the mower, which is where she figured she’d spot him.

The sliding door closing whipped her focus to the house. Her mom waltzed out toward the patio. Julie crinkled her lids at the purse resting in the crook of her elbow. “What are you doing? You aren’t going to pay him, too, are you?”

“I’m going to the store for a couple hours.”

Julie shook her head. “What?”

“I’ll be back. Most of the stuff is already put away in the kitchen. You can manage these few dishes.” She smiled. “Dean knocked on the front door while you were out here getting things ready. He said he’d be about ten minutes. Was going to wash up. For dinner. I told him I’d let you know.” A mischievous grin lined her mouth now. She grabbed her phone out of the purse’s side pocket and stared at the screen. “It’s 3:30 now. I’ll be back around 6:00. That should give you enough time.”

Who are you and what have you done with my mother? “Enough time for what?”

Brigida giggled. “Just have a nice time.” She leaned closer. “When I brought Wes and Samuel their pasta, I told them you and Dean were having a meal together. Samuel said he’d keep Wes out of your way.”

That explained why Wes hadn’t come out to say hi. “Oh, Ma. You got the neighbors in on whatever this is, too?” Julie cringed. “They’ll be spying through their windows.”

“Sometimes it’s fun to be the one others are staring at, Giulia. Give them something to talk about.” She patted her daughter’s cheek. “Have fun.”

Julie dropped into the wicker chair and watched her mother stride with pride toward her car in the driveway.

Is this really happening? She focused on her breathing as Brigida backed down the drive. Dean Winchester is washing up. Her mouth dried up again.

And, with that thought, she heard his voice. “Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” She turned to his yard, where he stood leaning against the chain link fence.

He cleaned up well and fast. His damp hair was not quite as fluffy, but still spiky. He was in a fresh pair of jeans, blue plaid, grey shirt and a pair of sneakers. The smile widened as he waited for Julie’s response. Laugh lines appeared and a pair of heart-stopping dimples made him even more charming. How is that even possible?

“N-No. Not too long.”

He nodded then stared at the fence for a few seconds. Some inner debate seemed to be going on in his head. He tilted up to look at Julie. “Would you mind?”

“Mind what?”

“Feeling a little lazy to walk all the way around.” He hopped up, locking his arms on the top of the five foot fence, then proceeded to swing his body over it. It wasn’t the most graceful landing, but it was still rather impressive. He wiped his hands along his denim covered thighs and sighed. “Getting too old for that.” He made a beeline to the empty chair and sat down across from Julie. “I really appreciate you and your mom going to all this trouble.”

“Least we could do. Mom did most of the work.” She lifted the tray cover and revealed the bowls of pasta and meatballs.

Dean’s eyes widened. “Oh, man.”

Julie smiled at the eagerness on his face. She got lost in the perfection again and then remembered her manners. She lifted up from her seat and put his bowl in front of his place setting. Then did the same with hers. A quick deposit of the tray and its cover found her back in her seat. “I do have some dessert I made last night, if you’re still hungry after all this food.”

He shot his gaze up to lock with hers. “Pie?” The seriousness in his voice caused her core to pulse. And, she finally got the chance to inspect the color of his eyes. They were the most interesting, mercurial shade of green she’d ever seen.

“Uh, no. Apple cobbler.”

“Whew.” He shook his head. “I was going to have to marry you if you said pie.” Dean gave her a wink and grabbed a fork. He straightened in his seat and held the utensil upright - a soldier manning his weapon, readying at the front lines of a battle.

Julie laughed. “Pie’s the clincher, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” He emphasized the short phrase in a sinful, sexy tone. His eyebrows raised, hopeful. “I’m starving.”

Julie motioned to his bowl. “Please. Go ahead and start.”

He grinned and stabbed at one of the large meatballs, biting into it with abandon. Julie held back another giggle as the sauce dripped down his chin. The moan that escaped his throat halted any feelings of amusement and stirred up want. Were his slow, methodical chews and utter bliss displayed on his face intentionally trying to elicit another feeling of hunger from her? Julie watched the entire show, realizing before it was too late that her eyes had widened on instinct. He gulped and finally wiped the dribbles off his face with a napkin. His Adam’s apple bobbed with some additional swallows. “Phew.” He sighed. “Hell. That’s… your mom made these?”

Julie nodded.

He shook his head. “She’s a national treasure.” Dean took his time again to savor the flavors of his next bite. When he came up for air, he asked, “How are you not the size of a linebacker with a mom that cooks like this?” The look on his face held no malice, but genuine wonder.

Julie focused on her bowl for a few seconds. “I was a chubby kid. I still love food. It’s taken decades to learn and practice moderation. The struggle is real. If mom lived with me full time, the temptation to eat would be too great.” Her mouth dipped into a slight frown, surprised at herself and the intimate confession.

Dean shoveled some of the penne into his mouth next, hunched over his bowl. “Yeah. Food’s awesome.”

She sat in silence, taking in the situation. A weird energy, a co-mingling of their polarizing personalities circling the table, had her unsteady, unsure. This Dean teetered between ladykiller to adolescent within seconds. How much was an act and how much was real? It certainly was turning into an unpredictable afternoon.

The fork scooted pasta like a pushbroom in Julie’s bowl.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” Dean asked.

Julie raised an eyebrow. Is that a trick question?

“The whole food thing?” He shook his head and straightened in the seat. “I can get a little carried away.”

She glanced down and noted his empty bowl. How the hell did he eat that fast? “When was the last time you had a home-cooked meal?”

A tiny, wistful smile crooked up the side of his mouth. Eyes popped open when he spotted the Italian bread on another plate. He snagged a slice and mopped up the remaining sauce. “Over a year. Friend back in South Dakota. She’s a good cook, too.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“Nope.” He stuffed the bread in his mouth. His whole face got it in on the chewing action. This lasted for some seconds.

Nice avoidance tactic.

“How about you? I know you just moved here and your mom is back in the city. Did you grow up in Wilmington?”

Julie nodded, occupying her mouth with a forkful of pasta. Two can play at that game, Mr. Winchester.

He seemed to pick up on the dueling defenses. He whipped out a cocky grin that relinquished her of any weapons left in her arsenal. She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze away from his. The slow lean back by Dean caused the wicker of his chair to strain and creak. When she looked up, he stared her down with an unwavering focus. His broad shoulders increased his amount of personal space and took up more of Julie’s. “What’s the story with your mom and the fumigation?”

He’s trying to find some neutral territory. Julie cleared her throat. “My mom takes a lot of pride in keeping her house clean and tidy, inside and out. The owners of the row home next to her had left their property unattended and unkempt for so long... I’d hear about it every time I called. Bug and rodent problem had gotten to an unacceptable level about six months back. Complaints by neighbors, including mom, eventually earned a visit by code enforcement officers. Mom thinks the owner had died and the property was never claimed by any relatives. All of that led to a quick sheriff sale. Now, the new owners are doing what needs to be done to remedy the situation. And, if they were going to fumigate the home for pests, they told mom, it would be in her best interest to do the same. Or, she might have some new critters sharing her space.”

“How bad was it at her house? Bugs?”

“I was paying a pest service to do monthly treatments. My mom has a pretty high tolerance level when it comes to roughing it. But, thank goodness the other neighbors joined together to complain. Us doing it wasn’t enough.” Julie smiled. “She gets frustrated when she can’t take care of something herself.”

He smiled. “I kind of got that vibe.”

Let’s give this another try. “I’ve noticed you don’t have a set work schedule. Gone for a couple of days or even weeks at a time. What do you do for a living?”

His brow wrinkled with a raise of both eyebrows. “You’ve been paying attention to my comings and goings?” His expression was stern, unmoving.

“N-no. I haven’t.” Shit. “The view from my office looks right over into…” Abort. Abort. Her lips clamped shut.

He grinned. “Oh, so you’ve been spying on me? Hm, I’m getting a little rusty in my old age, I guess. I usually have a great sense of when I’m being watched.” A shrug. “But, maybe that’s because you don’t seem like you’d be a threat.” One brow raised this time. “Should I be worried?”

Julie shook her head. “You must flirt for a living.”

He laughed. “Only when my job requires it.”

She gulped and took a stab at some forwardness. “Are you on the job now?”

He shook his head. A hard stare at her lips ended with a lick of his own. “Nope.”

Breathe, Jules. “Good. Should I bring out some dessert?”

His demeanor shifted and he turned rigid. “As much as I’d enjoy that, I probably shouldn’t.”

“Oh.” Julie smiled. “Watching your figure?”

“I just need to get going.” He stood up.

“Oh.” The word fell out of her mouth, flat, defeated. She got up with haste and grabbed the tray to clean up. “Sure. Sorry.”

He was already stacking the bowls and corralling utensils. “No. I apologize. But, I really appreciated this. Thanks.”

Julie nodded and threw everything on the tray.

“Let me get the door for you.”

“You don’t have to.” She made a beeline for the house, desperate to escape, up the stone path to the concrete landing.

Dean double-timed his steps to get to the door before she did. Damn, he’s fast. His arm locked in front of her, hand resting on the door handle. “Really, Julie, thank you. I’m happy to take care of your lawn whenever I’m doing mine.” His soft smile reached to his eyes. Even the crinkles around his eyes are sexy. How is that even fair? “Free of charge. No food necessary.”

Her lips tightened and she managed a nod. She realized he wasn’t going to open the door until she said something. She replied, “If you have time, when you’re around. That’d be great. Thanks.”

He nodded, looking pleased with himself and pulled on the handle. She stepped up and in, placing the tray on the coffee table. She expected him to have disappeared when she turned back to the door. Instead, his frame took up most of the open doorway and he leaned in slightly. His gaze darted around the living room in a somewhat nosy fashion. He likes to spy, too.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke when his stare fell back on Julie. “You and your mom seem like good people.” He shrugged. “I don’t have much experience with the neighbor stuff. Or, normal stuff in general.”

Her arms folded over her chest in a defensive posture. Gorgeous or not, the seesaw behavior was exhausting and making Julie edgy. She pointed behind him. “Letting bugs in.”

“Oh.” He pointed to the living room. “Can I come in for a second?”

Hot or not, letting a veritable stranger into her house wasn’t a Julie move. “No offense, Dean. But, we just met.” She motioned for him to scoot. His brows lifted in surprise, but he obliged and shuffled backward. She met him on the concrete walkway, closed the door, and waited.

The atmosphere was heavy and thick with awkwardness. He rubbed a hand on his thigh, only solidifying how very easy on the eyes he was. “It’s just… I’ve pieced together you’re going through a not so great time, relationship-wise.”

She thrummed fingers on her forearm. “My mother probably spelled it out for you. I don’t think any piecing of facts was necessary.”

He shook his head. “Well, she didn’t tell me everything. But, I do know if you had a guy that took care of you the way he should… I wouldn’t be enjoying your company and having a great meal that your mother cooked.”

She felt her eyes crinkle. Not in any way as sexy as his crinkles. “I’m sorry if we came across as desperate for a man’s help.”

A hand raised in defense and he tilted his head back. “Whoa, whoa. I’m thinking I’m the one that came across as desperate back there.” The hand dropped down in a slow and purposeful wave, as if he was on a game show presenting a grand prize. “Sweetheart, the last thing I see when I look at you is desperation.”

Her mouth shut at his compliment.

“Like I said, you seem like a great woman. And, maybe I can learn some neighborly tips from you. When I’m around.” He grinned.

“Okay.” She smiled. “Give me a minute? I have one more tip to share with you.” He opened his mouth to reply, but she had turned to dash into the house.

I raised you better, Giulia.

She returned quick as she could with a covered paper plate. Dean’s mouth turned up in a smile. God, I so could get used to seeing that smile on a regular basis. “Some apple cobbler.” She clarified.

“Awesome.” He licked his lips looking down at the plate she held. He offered her his cell phone, already open to a new contact page. “Should get your number. You know, in case something happens in the neighborhood.” The attempt at an innocent smile was downright comical.

She grinned as they exchanged items. “Good idea.” Her finger tapped info into the screen and then handed the phone back.

He slid the phone into his front jean pocket. “Thank you.” The plate tipped in his hand. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“I hope so. You’ll have to let me know how much.”

“Will do. Have a good night, Julie.”

“You too, Dean.”

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stuckinthekookiejar · 7 years ago

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Spring Day pt. 5

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5

Jimin x Reader ft. Taehyung

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff

Series Summary: You knew that married life with an idol would be challenging. You just didn’t know that it would be this challenging.

Word Count: 1724

A/N: not edited (...as always ^^;) expect a shit ton of errors

A strong pit feeling in your stomach formed as you sat in the taxi on your way to the airport. It felt as if you knew that you had forgotten something. In a blink of an eye, you hastily grabbed for your purse and dumped out all of its contents paying no attention to the confused driver of the car.

“Shit...” the word left your mouth so effortlessly when you saw just what you were missing, “Um, I’m so sorry sir...but do you mind turning around?”

Jimin began to rummage through his dresser for some fresh clothes.

A part of him felt apprehensive for having Taehyung over. What if he found something that might link you to him? What if he found out that he was married? Would he feel put off? Would he not want to be friends with him anymore?

But Taehyung was Taehyung...Jimin knew deep down that his marriage with you wouldn’t cause Taehyung to cut him off, so he contemplated telling him the truth.

But Jimin also knew that he signed a contract. He agreed to keep everything about his marriage locked and hidden. Jimin loved him to bits, but he didn’t want to take the risk of Taehyung accidentally blurting out his little secret. And so, he decided to keep Taehyung in the dark.

Sweat trickled down everywhere along his body. He began to ponder the idea of taking a quick shower before heading out to hang with Taehyung. In the ensuite bathroom, he started to run the water, but as he started to undress he noticed something peeking out from under a pile of unlaundered clothes on the floor. He kicked the clothes to see a passport lying there. Jimin picked it up,

“How did my passport get here. I thought I....” but then he opened it to see your face. It wasn’t his passport. It was yours.

And then, as if it were on cue, he heard the voice that would normally make his heart flutter...only this time it made his heart drop at the speed of light.

With an exasperated push, you shut the door and knocked on the taxi driver’s window to which he responded by rolling it down,

“Do you mind waiting for me? I’ll be out as quick as I can. I’ll pay extra if I have to.”

With the incentive of cash, of course the driver would wait for you, so quickly you dashing up the steps and to your apartment.

The metal key fumbled in your hand, “Dammit Y/N...” you scolded yourself, “How the hell could you leave your passport at home...”

Finally, the door opened with a loud creak and you stepped in without taking notice of the extra pair of shoes at the front door,

“Jiminie?” you shouted as you made your way to the kitchen, “Have you seen my passport? I think I left it...”

You turned the corner hoping to see your husband eating the dinner you had prepared for him earlier in the day, but you were met with a stranger.

The stranger had the same kind of confused glint in his eyes as you did,

“Um...who are you?” You squinted your eyes at him. His face seemed kind of familiar, but you couldn’t recall just where you’ve seen it before.

A chunk of the gimbap you made fell right out of his mouth and he dropped to the floor to clean up his mess, snapping you out of your thoughts. Soon the adrenaline started to kick in as you began to realize that an actual stranger was in your kitchen eating your food.

How did he get in? Was he a thief? What if he kills me?

Words couldn’t really form, your tongue was tied. However, the stranger didn’t seem hostile in the slightest. He was kinda slouched, he looked just as frightened as you were and the only weapon he had in hand was the mushed up gimbap he was trying to scrape off the floor.

“Who are you?” Even though you probably sounded terrified, you were grateful that you somehow got your vocal chords to produce something.

The man looked up at you, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I asked you first. Now, who are you and why are you in my apartment?”

Quizzically, he tilted his head to the side, “Your apartment?”

“Yes, my apartment. Now tell me who you are before I call the police.”

“Woah there,” he stuck his palm in the air in front of him letting the gimbap fall back onto the ground, “I’m not an intruder, I swear. My name’s Taehyung and I’m a friend of Jimin’s. He let me in, I swear.”

“You’re Jimin’s friend?” A small taste of doubt lingered on the tip of your tongue.

“Yeah, I am. He’s in his room changing right now, so just ask him when he comes back.” Once he saw that you were beginning to wash away some of those doubts you had held onto, he slowly got up and grabbed a napkin from the table, “So I told you who I was, now you tell me who you are.”

“Me?”

You thought that maybe it might be a foolish idea to reveal your name to a total stranger, especially since you weren’t sure if he was lying to you. He could be an actual thief for all you knew. But if this man was telling the truth, if he really was a friend of Jimin’s, then you wouldn’t want to make your first impression by dousing him in the pepper spray that you’d often carry around,

“I’m...I’m Y/N. I’m Jimin’s...”

“COUSIN!” Jimin came in panting, “Yeah...this is my...cousin.”

You looked at him with so much more confusion than when you found Taehyung eating your food in your kitchen, “Jimin...what do you mea...”

Before you could continue, he walked over to you and slung an arm over your shoulder with a bit too much strength. It felt like he was almost putting you in a headlock.

Taehyung didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and his smile seemed to grow even wider after Jimin introduced who you were,

“Oh! You’re Jimin’s cousin? It’s so nice to meet you! I didn’t know you had family in Seoul, Jimin.”

“Erm, yeah. It’s quite expensive living in the city, so we thought it would be good if we room together...just us...cousins...living together...” A new layer of cold sweat formed along Jimin’s brow, “My dear, precious cousin! Look! You’ve left your passport in the bathroom!”

He shoved the green booklet into your hands, “Oh, well look at the time! Y/N, you’ll miss your flight at this rate. I’ll walk you to the door!”

Just as Jimin started to pull you out of the kitchen, Taehyung interjected, “Wait...”

Jimin stopped. You could feel his hands clam up real quick. Taehyung continued,

“Why was Y/N’s passport in your bathroom?”

“Uh...” You eyed Jimin waiting to see if he’d give up whatever game it is he’s playing and just tell Taehyung who you really were, “Well....Y/N and I....we...we get our passports mixed up! Yes, we took a small trip once and I accidentally took her passport when we got home...”

You really couldn’t see how Taehyung would ever buy that excuse, but you were proven to be wrong,

“Oooooooh, okay!” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “I actually did that a couple times before too.”

“So...I’ll be showing her out then! I’ll be back soon, Tae.” Jimin tugged at your wrist and dragged you to the door like his life depended on it. It was only when he pulled you down the stairs and stepped outside in the open did you get the chance to finally say something,

“What the hell was that Jimin? Cousin? Since when was I your cousin?”

“Y/N....let me explain...” He took a moment trying to formulate his words,

“Well, spit it out already! Why did you lie to your friend about me?”

“I...I was going to say something to you eventually, Y/N... I didn’t mean to keep this from you but...”

“But?”

“We have to keep our marriage a secret.”

“What...” Your voice trickled into a soft whisper. You felt a sharp pang to your heart. You couldn’t believe what he just said, “What do you mean we have to keep out marriage a secret?”

Jimin looked to the ground, too ashamed to look at you in the face, “It was one of the conditions set by the company...I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“But doesn’t that only apply to the public? Can’t you at least tell your friends about...us?”

“I can’t risk anyone keeping such a secret, Y/N-ah.”

“So...so you mean to tell me that nobody knows that I exist...and on top of that you lied to your friend about me being your cousin? What the actual fuck?”

Jimin tried to grab a hold of your hand, but you pulled away before he could, “Y-Y/N-ah....what’s the point of telling people that we’re married, anyway? It’s not like they’d care. I-It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? Keeping me under wraps as if I’m some dirty little secret and having to lie to the people around you about who I am is no big deal? Maybe to you, it isn’t, but it’s a pretty big goddamn deal for me, Park Jimin.”

Behind you, you heard the taxi driver honk his horn telling you to hurry up. You huffed and turned around and headed toward the car with all kinds of feelings stirring within you,

“Yeobo...we’ll...we’ll talk about this later, okay?”

You stopped momentarily and took a quick glance behind you, “Yeobo? What do you mean ‘Yeobo’? I’m not your yeobo anymore because apparently, I’m your cousin, remember?”

Jimin felt a strong taste of bitterness from your words. As he heard the car door slam with a loud thud, he crouched on the ground and scratched frustratingly at his hair.

The taxi drove away and you sat in the backseat looking at the image of Jimin get smaller and smaller through the rear-view mirror.

The taxi driver glanced at the mirror. He didn’t speak or ask any questions. He just simply reached over to into his dash compartment and handed his customer a tissue so that she could wipe away the tears that trickled down her face.

Gif not mine, credit to the owner

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gingervsblondie · 5 years ago

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Blondie Plays Cupid (1940)

1:54 AM, Monday, 25 November 2019

Whoops it’s been more than a month since I did one of these WHOOPS

Been really busy working on my short film for college and I didn’t find time to keep doing this. But now it’s finished so back to the Blondie grind! There was a point a while back where I had the thought “I’d like to be watching a Blondie right now,” so I guess it may have gotten to the point where these are somehow a comfort thing for me. But hey we’ll see how long that lasts when I’m actually watching one again.

This time it’s Blondie Plays Cupid.

1:58

AAAHHH WTF THEY’RE NOT PLAYING THE THEME SONG! I WAS ABOUT TO START TYPING IT OUT AND NOW IT’S DIFFERENT! THIS IS NOT A GOOD TIME TO BE THROWING CHANGE AT ME!

2:00

Dick Flournoy is credited in the intro but not on the Wikipedia page. Wonder what the deal is there.

2:02

There’s a bunch of dogs in the Bumsteads’ house chasing Daisy right now. Shenanigans, not important, but one who’s got its head stuck in the pet door just did two barks that were definitely played backwards. I have no idea why they were played backwards, but I’m sure I can hear the echo before them.

2:07

Hey, movie got a laugh out of me!

Dagwood found one of Daisy’s bones in his bed. Dagwood: What have I got in my hand? Blondie: Why, it’s a bone. Dagwood: Oh, I’m coming apart! Blondie: Nonsense, you don’t come apart til you’re 40.

Just looked it up, Arthur Lake would’ve been about 35 when he was playing Dagwood in this. I look forward to seeing him come apart in a few films time.

2:10

The dog’s such a good actor. The way it emotes just by looking where it’s been directed sells the anthropomorphism so well.