#can somebody pat my head and call me a good boy for that . who said that

[starvy]

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human

In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around. 

“So you’re the inheritor…(Y/n)? (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.”

“..Right….but the owner of the original property was a hybrid…you are not.”

“Not that it matters. But my grandfather’s partner was a Wolf hybrid…They both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.”

“I..see.”

It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately it’s specism and the townsfolk aren’t all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what they’ve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question. 

“Can I get these bags of mulch in bulk?”

“...so what are ya talkin’ to me for? Just grab ‘em.”

“Your sign says to ‘ask for more at the front desk.’”

“...Fine dirt monkey. How much?”

It doesn’t bother you…sometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldn’t want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesn’t stop until the one fateful day…you’re lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying. 

“Waaaaa!”

It sounds like a child…which isn’t unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they don’t want to talk to you but that’s fine.

“Waaaa!”

It sounds pretty intense but you’re sure it’ll stop soon. 

“Waaaaa! Somebody help, please!”

Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighbor’s property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out. 

“I heard you crying what’s wrong?”

The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.

“Mama fell ‘ver and she won’t wake up!”

You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whatever’s in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom. 

Once you’ve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that she’s suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy who’s started to calm down now.

“That was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.”

“Big brother always said I gotta since I’m too tiny to do much myself.”

“Well, I thought you were very helpful and you don’t seem that tiny to me.”

“Thanks!” 

“No problem! My name’s (Y/n).”

“And my name’s Titan! By the way (Y/n) I’m real hungry!”

That’s how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titan’s mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in. 

“More! More!”

“Okay Titan just a little bit more but you can’t eat it all we’ve got to save some.”

“Whyyyy!?”

“Because your mom hasn’t eaten yet and I’m sure your brother will want some when he gets home���”

“But he’s never aroun’ we’ll be waiting forever for him to come!”

Creak.

“Titan who is this?”

The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titan’s help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that you’re not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titan–who’s far too chipper for a pup ready for bed. 

“Hey uh, wanted to apolog’ze for earlier”

“For what?!”

“Fer how I acted when you’re just helpin’ out.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m just happy no one’s hurt.”

“I’m also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.”

As you continue to chat with the young dog man–Tank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if it’s in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow. 

“A-a-are you sure you don’t want to stay in a bed? I feel like it’s the least we could do.”

“No worries Tank, I’m going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I don’t have the heart to move Titan now.”

“Fair I guess. Hopefully, I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah if I’m not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.”

His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, anytime!”

With another ‘thank you’ he’s off to bed. It isn’t until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.

“Oh thank you thank you I don’t know what I would have done without you!”

Where you’ll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didn’t need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home. 

“You promise?”

“Yes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime you’d like.”

“Just not now?”

“Yes, not now so please get some rest!”

Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent. 

“Wake Up! Wake Up! Let’s play!”

“Egh Titan how did you get in here?”

“Through your doggy door!”

“But I don’t have one!”

“Now you do!”

Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors they’re the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent. 

“Oh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!”

“What a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!”

“So we figured why not now!”

“In fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!”

“I mean I guess-?”

“Wonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen I’m going to make this dinner the best yet!”

“Yes’m!” “Yes’m

The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in they’ve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldn’t deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, they’d be foolish not to return the affection. 

“(Y/n) if you’d like me to cut the grass, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.”

His tail droops at that. “Ah I see.”

“But you won’t tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.”

“You just chewed a hole in my door and I’m not saying you can’t stop by Tank I just don’t want it to be because you’re doing more work.”

His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. “I don’t mind if it’s for you!”

With your canine hybrid neighbors so close it’s hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashier’s being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ‘nice chat’ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.

“Back off my human!”

After any confrontation, you’ll ask your questions. Head on or round about they’ll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if they’re proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.

“We just want to protect you! You are only human after all!”

Part 2: It's Here!

[moontyuns]

late night adventure;

Word count: 0.9k Pairing: Joshua  x gn!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers (kind of) Warning: swearing Rating: pg-13

a/n: idk if it's even good pls..i haven't written for some time, i hope you will like it ehehe

“God, why have I even decided to agree to this trip?” you whispered to yourself walking in almost complete darkness of the small street. You came to this small town with your small group of friends. All of you planned this trip since spring because you wanted to have a vacation somewhere beside the ocean.

Now you escaped the company of your friends and thought about walking around and maybe going to the shore but then you found out that you lost and your phone died because you charged the device only through the night and you didn’t even spare a glance to see that it was discharged. “Shit..what should I do now? Where did I come from?” You stopped in the middle, no living soul around at this late hour. You don’t even have an opportunity to ask somebody where you should go at this point. You gave up the wish of going to the ocean, now you are more worried about getting back to your Airbnb. Your friends are probably worried, especially Seungkwan, he is freaking out if you do not pick up his calls, you can hardly imagine him now knowing that you sneaked out and your phone is off. You headed back, thinking in the direction where you came from when you suddenly heard shouts from afar. You couldn’t recognize a voice at first but it seems like the person shouts your name. You walked in the direction from where you guessed the sound came and as you came closer you deciphered the person’s voice, it’s Joshua. He is one of your really close friends that you met during your first year of the university, he seemed so shy at first but as you knew him better he only got wilder and this Joshua side attracted you so badly that you didn’t even know when and how you felt that pang in your chest that signalized that now it’s something more than silly friendship. 

You turned around the corner and finally saw him “Joshy!” You smiled and waved your hand excitedly, while the boy came to you in a rushed step. “Oh god, are you okay? Has anything happened to you? Why is your phone turned off?” he took your arms in his, a worried expression written on his face. “Yeah, I’m okay, and no, nothing happened to me, don’t worry. I forgot to charge my phone so it’s actually..died. And I kind of lost my way without navigation.” you sighed. “You can’t believe how everyone got worried about you and especially when we found out that you turned your phone off, we thought you got kidnapped or something. Never escape like this ever again, okay? ” Joshua said to you, as you looked into his eyes, something warm was sipping through them that made you feel loved. “Sure, I won’t do this again” You nodded to him. “Where did you even want to go this late?” he asked curiously. “Well..I wanted to go to the beach, I thought it would be nice when there are not many people around and it’s so calm you know..just the sound of the waves and light wind” you sheepishly answered to the boy in front of you. “Oh..let’s go, I’ll lead the way” Joshua stretched his hand to you to connect your palms. 

Once you reach the beach you immediately kick off your shoes and tug Joshua closer to the water line. The ocean looks majestic at night when there are almost no people around when you can see the flicker lights from the ships that are far from the shore and when you can see lights from another side of the beach that is more crowded. 

The boy sat down on the sand while you came closer to feel the water with your already bare feet. You then turned to Joshua who silently watched you with a light smile adorning his pretty face, and you smiled back. He patted the sand beside him as a silent invitation for you to take a seat and you, of course, did. “It’s so good here, doesn’t it?” you said looking ahead at the water. “Yeah, it is, I love it here,” Joshua said, his eyes wandering around your facial features, and your silky hair, until he lowered his gaze onto your hand that was right beside his, just a few centimeters away. He hesitated for a second, but then he moved his hand, and delicately took your palm in his.

You quickly turn your head as you feel a sudden warmth on your hand and lock your eyes with Joshua’s. “To be honest..”, he started with a shy smile “This view I like better”, you were so thankful that it was already dark and he couldn’t see your probably tomato-like face.”I…uh..” You couldn’t say a word cause you didn’t know how to form any sentence anymore. Joshua on the other side took your hesitance for soft rejection, so he removed his hand while telling you “It’s okay if you are not ready or maybe you don’t feel the same-” when you suddenly grabbed his hand in yours and shook your head “No..It’s not..I feel the same! I..I like you” you mustered all the courage that you have inside to say those words. When you caught Joshua’s eyes you saw how shiny they became, how many emotions they held inside and the smile bloomed on his lips. “That’s good to know because I liked you too for some time already” he smirked and abruptly tugged you by hand and encircled you in his embrace. You thought that there was no more comfortable place in the world than in Joshua’s arms. 

And maybe now you don’t regret your decision to come out late for this little hangout, cause it ended in the best way possible.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Castle x reader - just hold you

Sitting on the wooden fence, you held the apple in your hand as you watched the horse across the field staring at you.

“Well?” You called.

Slowly he began to walk over, and you smiled to yourself.

“Yeah, you stubborn horse, I know you can’t say no to apples.”

The horse stopped just in front of you, letting out a huff of air and you smiled.

“Well Rocky?”

He hooved the ground a little bit, but fully walked over, taking the apple gently from your hand to eat it and you rubbed the top of his head.

“Good job buddy.”

Hearing a car door close, you turned around, jumping down from the fence, walking over with a smile.

“Sheriff Blakk, hey.”

“Hey kiddo, this that woman you were telling me about?” He asked.

You looked at Beckett and smiled, walking over to give her a hug.

“Yeah it is, I hope you don’t mind but she’s really good at her job.”

“I don’t mind the help, I could do with it to be honest.”

You nodded your head.

“I’ll fill her in on the case, just make sure that moron don’t get booted by Rocky.”

The sheriff laughed and walked over to Castle who was approaching the horse in the field while you began to tell Beckett about why you had called over out here.

Castle reached his hand out.

“I wouldn’t.” The sheriff said.

Castle pulled his hand away, turning to the man.

“Why not? He looks friendly enough.”

“Rocky? Not a chance, that horse put three of my men in hospital just trynna round him up. Got a temper and a hate for humans.”

“Seriously?”

Castle slowly backed away.

Rocky watched castle, slowly walking up and down the fence.

“Don’t stare at him, he’ll clear that fence and trust me you don’t wanna be stood near him.”

“Okay…”

Castle turned back to you, and he grinned a little to himself, walking over.

“Didn’t put you down as cowboy type.” Castle said.

“Just cause I’m helping at my parents ranch that don’t make me a cowboy castle but thanks.” You laughed.

He grinned even more and Beckett pointed at him.

“No.” She scolded.

He pouted a little.

“Are you helping on the case?” He asked.

“Nah, I’m still on holiday so not a chance castle, but you and Beckett are more than welcome to stay here, my parents have some rooms available.”

“That’ll be a huge help thanks (Y/N).” Beckett smiled.

You grinned a little.

“No problem guys, make yourself at home. I need to go but I’ll be around, I’d not Sheriff Blakk or my parents can find me.”

“Wait can I stay?” Castle asked.

“You got work to do Castle.” You said.

With that, you waved at them and jogged away back towards the house.

Because of their case and you working on the ranch, they didn’t often see much of you, you were up before them and you came home after them.

Your parents were more than accommodating to them though, making sure they were well rested and well fed.

“Gotta admit it is a nice break.” Beckett said.

“Oh yeah, outside city life and everything, nobody recognises me out here.” Castle said.

“It’s a hard working country time castle, I doubt they have time to read your silly crime drama.”

“Ouch.”

Beckett grinned a little, resting her arms on the railing in front of her.

“What’re we waiting for anyway?” He asked.

“The Sheriff said they’re bringing a suspect in, wants us to handle the interrogation.”

Castle slowly nodded.

“So… the horse coming down the road?” He asked.

Beckett furrowed her brows and turned down the road where there was a horse coming closer and closer.

“Oh my god it’s that horse I was telling you about!” Castle whispered.

“The one you were told was aggressive?”

“Yeah!”

Castle hid behind Beckett.

“That thing was massive, I wouldn’t mistake it for anything else..” he whispered.

“Well why the hell are you handing behind me?!”

“I don’t know you have a gun!”

They watched as the horse came over, and they saw somebody sat on his back.

“Oh my god is that (Y/N)?” Beckett asked.

You gently pulled Rocky to a stop, gently patting the side of his neck.

“Atta boy, wait here.”

You swung your legs over and dropped done to the floor, walking over to the front of the police station.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

“He’s yours?” Castle asked.

“Who Rocky? Yeah, trained him myself. I wouldn’t go near him though.”

You grinned, jogging inside and they carried on talking outside.

Neither of them paid much attention as other people came over on horses, not until you came rushing outside pointing to one of them.

“You lost your damn horses?” You asked.

“How the hell do you loose more than one horse?” Castle asked.

“I broke the lock to the field, please you gotta help me, my wife is gonna kill me if I don’t get em back.”

You laughed a little, pointing behind him.

“I think I know where they went.”

“Shit man, help me!”

They all ran back to their horses or trucks, however they got there and you laughed, grinning and Beckett and castle.

“So much for a holiday, later guys!”

Running over to Rocky who was laid down, you climbed on his back and he stood up, running after all the other horses.

Castle just watched in awe as you raced away, stood up, feet in the stirrups, catching a rope that was thrown at you.

“So cool…” he whispered.

“Castle do you have a little crush on (Y/N)?”

“Come on Beckett! That was so cool! They’re so cool!”

Beckett laughed a little, shaking her head as she walked back inside.

When it was time to go back he decided to stay, and he began to follow you around, seeing what it was like to really live and work on a ranch.

He was watching you throw some bales of hay down from a massive stack and he gestured to it.

“Can I help?”

“Dressed like that? Not a chance.”

“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed? I thought you liked how I dress?”

You laughed a little.

“I do, but for this kinda work it ain’t practical Castle, it can get dirty it rip.”

“I can get more.”

You shrugged, jumping down and holding your hand out to him.

“Come on then.”

Castle climbed back up with you, and you showed him what to do.

“First, roll your sleeves up, trust me you don’t want them getting stuck.”

“Right.”

He rolled up his sleeves and gripped the bale of hay like you did, and you tossed it down by the truck.

“Aren’t you supposed to throw it in?” He asked.

“If I wanna break the truck yeah, but one of the guys will sort it in a minute to take it out.”

“Can we stand on truck beds?!”

“You get hurt I ain’t taking responsibility.”

“Deal!” He grinned.

Castle loved doing ranch work, it was like a game for him, even if it was more hard work than he was used too.

You taught him what to do and then he’d do it, it was a good system.

Up until it came to taking a ride and he couldn’t figure out how to put a saddle on the horse.

“Castle, seriously? How have you put it on upside down?”

“I don’t know! I swear it was the right way!”

Laughing softly, you walked over to him, standing on the stool next to him.

“Just loosen the straps and turn it, like this.”

You showed him what to do.

“Then tighten them again and you’re all set.”

“So can I get on now?”

“Go for it.”

You jumped down, letting castle get on the horse, and the moment he was on his was in the floor.

Hands flying to your mouth you rushed over to him, crouching down in front of him.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, actually helped with my back pain.”

You laughed a little and he grinned.

You helped him sit up and you called for your horse who came over, standing behind you and castle stared up in slight fear.

“If you wanna go for a ride, I think we should just go on Rocky, that way I can make sure you don’t get thrown off again.”

You stood up, patting Rocky on the nose and he lowered himself down for you.

Climbing on, you gestured for castle to come over.

“He won’t eat me will he?”

“Relax he’s fine if you’re with me.”

Castle cautiously walked over, and he slowly got on the horse behind you, tightly wrapping his arms around you as Rocky stood up.

“I feel like a giant..” he whispered.

You laughed a little, shaking your head as you placed a hand on his arm.

“Just don’t panic and keep holding on to me.”

Castle grinned a little.

Of course Castle did actually know how to ride a horse, he just wanted an excuse to sit with his arms around you and this was as good as any.

He rested his chin on your head and you smiled a little bit patting his hand a few times, resting your back against his chest

[rockcollector3000]

John “Soap” MacTavish HCs

Scared of little white dogs, my boy will SCREAM if one barks at him

Road trip enjoyer. Really likes taking long car rides in general, but especially with other people.

Can and will talk shit for hours on end given the chance.

Kisses the homies goodnight (a little peck on the forehead so they’ll have good dreams)

A firm believer in the power of kissing it to make it better. I know because he told me.

Says he hates dad jokes but is a liar fr.

Cannot cook to save his life but can bake well enough to make up for it.

The most complex skincare/haircare routine known to man. He wouldn’t be caught DEAD with gross hair.

Speaking of which, I know he smells like citrus. I can just feel it in my bones.

Hates being by himself. Because of this, he’s always in somebody’s office/room if he’s not immediately working on something.

Constantly asking Ghost for a piece of paper and a pencil (Ghost has told him so many times to just bring his own shit but he forgets)

If he has to sleep anywhere but his own bed he’s calling it a sleepover. Because that’s what the real ones do.

Dyslexic. (I know he couldn’t get into the service with dyslexia but hush he doesn’t have to know that)

Loves horror movies, I mean LOVES them.

Always warm. All the time, my guy is like a human furnace.

Loves physical affection, even in a platonic way. He’s always giving people little pats on the back, or a high-five.

Favorite color is orange. I don’t know why, but I can just feel it.

Relationship HCs

Love language is physical touch (like I said before) but it’s so much more prominent with his partner.

Needs to be touching you in some capacity at all times. Standing in the kitchen doing dishes? He’s hugging you from behind. Reading in bed? He’s snuggled up with his head on your chest while you use him as a table. Driving? His hand is on your thigh.

Bakes you little treats all the time. You’ll come home any given day and the house smells phenomenal.

Wants to know everything possible about you. And he WILL remember it.

Draws you all the time.

This man talks about you CONSTANTLY to anyone who will listen. “My partner” this “my partner” that. All the time. There’s no escaping it.

He likes to order for you. Not in a controlling way, but in a he doesn’t want you to have to do anything for yourself way.

Growing up with so many sisters, if you’re fem/afab he knows damn well how to treat you. (He’s a total gentleman)

Offers you bites of his food, even if he doesn’t think you’ll like it.

Uses your stuff (if you’re ok with that) and always offers to let you use his in return

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 70 | part 71 | part 72

Robaire smiled up at the studio. “Ah, first day back. So exciting!”

“Ugh, what a nerd.”

Robaire glanced to his left and his eyes lit up. “TAE-TAE!” He picked him up in a bone-crushing hug. “I’ve missed you so much! It’s been too long since I saw you.”

“Uh, I saw you two weeks ago. And you called me yesterday.” Taeyoung furrowed his brow. Robaire started to hug him tighter. “Okay, okay, I’m good, that’s enough.” He waved his arm madly. “Aaron, help!”

“Alright, let the kid down.” T wrestled Taeyoung away from Robaire. “He’s just a little guy, he doesn’t have much breathing room. You of all people should know that.”

“Haha, very funny.” Robaire rolled his eyes. “I missed you, too, T.”

“Yeahhh, bring it in, buddy.” T offered a bro hug. “And don’t you ever call him Tae-Tae again, that’s my nickname for him. Mine!” He whispered into Robaire’s ear.

Robaire pulled away with wide eyes. “Right…” He chuckled nervously.

Jesse ran up to them and leaned on his knees. “Phew, I didn’t think I’d make it in time.” He huffed, out of breath. “Had to drop off Sean and Danny at their schools and there was so much traffic.”

“Take it easy there, Jes.” T teased. “Save your energy for the studio.”

“Oh, leave him be. It’s only the first day back, we’ll take it easy today.” Robaire helped him stand up straight. “How are things going with your mom?”

“We haven’t settled anything yet, but neither of us are backing down.” Jesse sighed. “I know she’s not bluffing about going public with Selina and Marcel but she’s too scared of CPS to go through with it so. Guess we’re at a standstill for now.”

“Awwww, I’m sorry, Jesse.” Taeyoung comforted him. “My offer still stands to train Danny in the ways of biting.”

“That’s sweet, Tae, but I’d rather handle this myself.” Jesse said. “But if you wanna make me feel better, you could bite my arm like Marcel always does now that he’s teething.”

“Anything for a friend.” Taeyoung grinned before chomping on Jesse’s arm.

“Hey, guys.” Z waved as he walked over. “Sorry we’re a bit late. Somebody that insisted on joining me today took forever to get ready.”

“Well sorry.” Olivia crossed her arms. “But for your information, it takes a lot of time to look this cute. Not that you would know.”

“Awww, I can never get enough of this little tyke.” T pinched her cheek. “Always so cute and witty.”

Robaire marveled at her. “Z, I didn’t know you had a little sister.”

“That’s because you don’t ask questions, Jean-Baptiste.” Z narrowed his eyes.

“Hi, Livvy!” Taeyoung called with Jesse’s arm still in his mouth.

“Nice to see you again, Olivia.” Jesse nodded at her.

Olivia waved with a bright smile. “Hi, guys!”

“What the—…” Robaire looked around. “You all knew about her?”

“Don’t feel too bad, Robaire.” T patted his shoulder. “You’re just super self-absorbed. No one expects you to know these things.”

“What?” Robaire stared at him. “But—”

“C’mon, guys. We’d better head inside before we’re late for real.” Z checked his watch.

Inside, Olivia sat in a corner of the studio with her Game Boy Pocket while the boys waited for their manager.

“Good morning, boys.” Courtney entered the room with a big smile. “It’s so nice to see you again after the break.”

“Uh…” Z looked around in confusion. “Is Beckett running late or something?”

Courtney glanced at Jesse who averted eye contact and sunk down in his seat. “Actually, Mr. Martin won’t be returning as your manager. But Mr. Freeman liked my work and decided to offer me his job, so I’ll be taking over from here on out.”

“Yes!” Taeyoung cheered as he and T high fived. “Out with the old, in with the new.”

“Not that we didn’t love Beckett, but—”

“Oh don’t even joke, he was a nightmare. I couldn’t be happier either.” Courtney cut T off and rolled her eyes. “Alright, we’ve got a long road ahead of us if we’re gonna get this next album out on time. First things first, we’ll need a track list.”

“Already way ahead of you.” Robaire pulled out his lyric book and handed it to her. “During the break, Jesse and I got a head start on the music. I think we’ve got some really good ones in here.”

“Oooh, by any chance would one of them be that love song you’re working on for Selina, Jes?” T asked with a smirk.

“Not yet.” Jesse blushed. “I’ve been trying to rework it as a ballad since I always sing it to her that way, but between working on this album and raising Marcel, that’ll probably take a while.”

“I’ll help you.” Robaire offered. “Maybe we can get it done for the next one.”

Jesse smiled sincerely. “Thanks, man.”

“Courtney, would it be okay if I let Olivia stay in the dance studio while we work on the music?” Z asked. “It’d be a good chance for her to practice before dance school starts up again.”

“Yeah that’s no problem.”

“Hey,” Robaire sat up excitedly, “since Olivia’s a dancer too, maybe she can come back and help us with the choreography.”

Z scoffed. “Like she’ll have the time.”

“Yeah, man, school starts tomorrow.” Taeyoung nudged him. “She’ll be super busy.”

“Besides, she’s more into jazz and ballet.” Courtney shrugged.

Robaire’s jaw dropped. “YOU TOO?!”

“I told you.” T shrugged. “Self-absorbed.”

“I’m really liking these songs, guys.” Courtney nodded as she flipped through the book. “This will definitely be good for the comeback, especially the one about oxygen love or whatever. Once you give it a better title, I mean.” She closed the book and looked up at them. “Alright, boys. Let’s get started on your next album.”

———

And that is the end of Act I!! Thank you all for sticking around all this time, I hope you enjoyed🫶🏾 I’ll be taking a little break before we get into Act II (but I’ll be posting a poll soon to see if anyone’s interested in a little backstory over the hiatus😉) Thanks for reading!

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Ch. 25: A Girl and her Fishes

[Story Masterlist] // [Aitana’s Masterlist]

Fandom: Criminal Minds // Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

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Aitana should've expected visits from the team but it was hard to remember when she was very much chalked up on morphine. Seaver had come with her in the ambulance and even then, Aitana failed to remember her on occasion.

"Tell me we caught him," she said to Rossi pleadingly and slightly loopy. "I didn't want to mess anything up—"

The older man rested a hand on her shoulder, careful not to put any weight on it. "You didn't mess anything up. We have him. Actually...he's in the same hospital."

"Hotch had to fire," Morgan explained briefly.

"I wonder why…" Aitana said, gesturing to her side.

"How are you?" Rossi asked her earnestly.

"Umm…" Aitana swallowed hard, "My mouth is dry."

Rossi's eyebrows raised with the unusual answer. He soon glanced at Seaver for a better explanation.

"She's on a couple meds," she explained first, not that the other two agents wouldn't make that connection on their own, "But the doctors said the knife didn't hit anything important. She'll just have to stay a night for observation and then she's clear to go home."

"That's good because Penelope Garcia is already waiting for you in D.C. with ecstatic arms," Morgan playfully warned Aitana. "Get ready for a whole lot of loving."

Aitana's eyebrows knitted together as she seemingly tried to figure something out. "Colorful," she said eventually, puzzling the trio for a second until she added: "The loud one."

Morgan snorted while Rossi and Seaver smiled and shook their heads. "Oh Spicy Sprinkles, you don't ever want to say that to her."

Aitana shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I hope she brings me donuts. I love the donuts that she brings in a cute little pink box." She picked her hands off her lap to gesture the squared box she was talking about.

"Uh, that's you," Rossi patted her shoulder, earning chuckle from her.

"Right!"

"We'll give Hotch a call to let him know her status," Morgan said to Seaver, "He and Reid are wrapping things up at the precinct."

Aitana gasped lightly, making them briefly panic thinking she was in pain again. Her big eyes landed on Morgan. "Hotch has to give me my evaluation."

"I think that can wait for a while," he said. "He just wants you to get better first."

She nodded her head. "Where's Spencer?"

"He's helping Hotch, remember?"

Something flickered across Aitana's face and since it seemed to be tugging her lips down into a pout, it couldn't be good. Even her gaze fell down. "No, of course he wouldn't come. He's mad at me."

She was lucid enough to remember that.

"No, he's not," Seaver tried to comfort her, "There was just a lot of processing to do at the precinct so somebody needed to stay with Hotch."

Aitana shook her head at that. "No, he was mad at me. He wasn't going to come anyways."

Seaver didn't try again. Instead, she looked at the others. Morgan decided to take a shot even if it was going to be a small one. "Hey now, Spicy Sprinkles, when you get home we're all going to visit you, alright? Even the Pretty Boy, okay?"

Aitana's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Who's pretty?"

Morgan chortled. "You." There was no way she was going to retain any of this conversation.

His answer brought out her smile. "You're so sweet—I see why Penelope likes you." She wagged a finger at him and started rambling on about the other reasons Penelope liked him.

~ 0 ~

A few days later would have Aitana much more like herself though she was still locked in at home. It was an order that she take some time to heal before coming back to work. She didn't fight it considering she couldn't even stand up straight without feeling a jab of pain on the side.

Plus, she had to explain to her family how she got injured in the first place. Talking with her parents was a blast. Her mother, naturally, freaked out and for a moment she suggested Aitana switch jobs again. Aitana decided not to mention the fact Hotch had already offered that option before getting hurt. Her father was a little less anxious but Aitana suspected it was only because he saw that she was walking and talking. Mateo was the only one who understood given his own job at the precinct. Angel was just...Angel, with a few more precautions. All in all, Aitana still had their general support in the end. Her mother had even come to stay at home to help Aitana out, especially since Angel was still working during the day. Even Elia came by when Pamela couldn't stay the whole day. Aitana had never felt so coddled. She made that known to anyone who asked about it.

Which was why Penelope was even more eager to visit her and add onto that coddle. She just needed to get one more person on board.

"Penelope, you need to let Aitana rest," Morgan warned the blonde that morning when she presented her idea for Aitana's visit.

"I am! I haven't gotten the chance to visit her!" Penelope huffed and made a purposeful stop in front of the BAU's bullpen doors.

Morgan reached over to pull them open for her. "She'll be back soon. I told her you were going to visit but I never said you were going to visit her so much."

"I haven't visited her once, Morgan! How awful is that!?" Penelope shook her head and walked into the bullpen. "Even JJ's gone and visited! What does that say about me?"

"We've had cases to deal with," Morgan reminded her.

Penelope wagged a finger to the side and started a beeline for somewhere. "After today, I am visiting and I am taking you!" She very much startled Spencer with her loud, and quite sudden, yell.

"What I do?" He blinked.

Morgan made a sarcastic hiss and shook his head. "You should not have asked."

Because as soon as the words left his lips, Penelope was at Spencer's side, leaning impossibly close to him with a rather sharp fingernail pointed at him. "You, mister, have not visited Aitana at all! Whatever my lack of visits speak of me can't possibly be worse than yours!" Spencer decided to look at his paperwork instead. It seemed less dangerous. "You are coming with me today, Wonder Boy, and that is not up for discussion!"

"Yeah, I don't know," he mumbled.

"C'mon, Reid, you have to go," Morgan said, gently pulling Penelope away from him. Spencer silently thanked him for that. "Aitana was asking about you in the hospital."

"She was on medication, she doesn't even remember…"

"Oh, she remembered you then and she remembers you now. You have to go talk to her."

"I know that…" Of course Spencer knew. He just had a problem working up the courage to face her after everything. He'd snapped, yelled and inadvertently revealed his deep pain of grief. What must she be thinking of him right now?

"She is not upset with you," Morgan said as if reading his thoughts.

"Upset?" Penelope scoffed. "With a stab wound I don't think she'd have time to be upset about anything else—" Morgan promptly elbowed her, effectively making her rethink her word choice. "I mean...she is not upset at all. I think she's just sad."

"And you don't make a pretty lady sad," Morgan wagged a finger at Spencer, actually getting a smile out of him. "Especially when she got a stab wound."

Who could disagree with that?

Spencer reluctantly met the pair's gazes. "What am I supposed to say to her?" He'd been thinking about that nonstop since the incident and so far he had come up with nothing. It was startling. He never ran out of things to say.

"I'm sure you can think of something," Morgan rolled his eyes, but Spencer shook his head.

"I actually haven't been able to…" He regretted making the admission as soon as he saw both Morgan's and Penelope's identical smiles.

"What? Somebody's managed to leave the great Dr. Reid speechless?" Morgan brought a hand to his chest while Penelope dramatically gasped.

"That is not what I said," Spencer pointed, at the pair. "I just...I can't think—"

"He can't think!" Penelope's hand flung to Morgan's arm. "Oh, oh, you hear that? She makes it hard for him to think!"

Spencer heavily rolled his eyes. "You are twisting my words!" He got up from his chair to leave, though Penelope still called after him.

"But you're coming with me, right?"

"Yes!" He gladly hurried out of the bullpen.

Penelope sighed with a content smile. "Don't you think they'd make the cutest babies? His curls, her freckles — gah!" Her hand came over her chest. "So adorable!"

Morgan wasn't even surprised with her anymore. "Baby steps, Mama," he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Oh, I know! I was just saying!"

"Well I wouldn't say that around either of them, not unless you want to stick your nose into problems!" Morgan hopped her nose, barely holding in his laugh when she gasped.

"I never stick my nose into problems!" And in order to prove her point, she followed him around to list off the reasons why that would be very bad.

~0~

"Aitana, I'm going to have to go to the grocery store if you really want pasta." Pamela Serrano walked into the living room to see her daughter sitting on the couch. "What are you doing!?" she nearly freaked. "You should be laying down!"

"I'm tired of it, Mamá," Aitana groaned.

"I don't care! It's for your own sake! You should count yourself lucky that I even allowed you to come downstairs!" Aitana made the mistake of rolling her eyes so clearly. "Excuse you!" The sharp scold of her mother made her wince.

"Sorry!" Aitana shifted closer to the edge of the couch. She would rather lay on the couch than her bed at this point.

Her mother tutted but, out of mercy for her daughter's situation, she let it slide. "So, what do you want for dinner then?" She barely got the question out before they heard the knock on the door.

Aitana beamed. Whoever it was, it was guests and she had to sit up for that! Pamela saw where Aitana's thoughts had gone off to and groaned. "You're like your father when it comes to resting! So fidgety and for what?" She grumbled on her way to the door.

Aitana snickered but it was cut short when she heard the indistinct voice of Penelope.

"...wow, you really look like her! It's uncanny!"

"Penelope?" Aitana called, soon hearing the woman's gasp. A few seconds later, Pamela was leading Penelope into the living room.

"Oh my goodness! Look at you!" Penelope left Pamela to go give Aitana a bear hug, though cautiously.

"It really just looks worse than it actually is," Aitana tried to assure but her mother was quick to say the opposite.

"A stab wound is nothing to be casual about."

Aitana shot her mother a mock-glare. "Thank you. She's—" she pointed at Penelope who was straightening up, "—a worrier like you."

"Oh, I am," Penelope would have to agree. "I can't help it. Everyone else always has to go out in the field while I stay nice and safe behind my desk."

"Then she's a smart one," Pamela said kindly, offering Penelope a matching smile. "Very nice to meet you, Penelope."

"Likewise," Penelope nodded.

"I'll go see about dinner," Pamela said then headed for the kitchen.

"I still want pasta!" Aitana exclaimed, smirking when her mother groaned.

"Something tells me you're a little more spoiled than I previously thought," Penelope said, placing her hands on her hips.

Aitana feigned offence, even bringing up a hand to her chest. "So you think I'm spoiled?" Penelope gestured to her mother currently in the kitchen no doubt trying to gather the ingredients for the pasta. Aitana dropped the charade and laughed, though not too hard for her injury. "Maybe a little bit. Only girl," she reminded.

Penelope, too, dropped the charades and went right to what she came for. "How are you, sweets?"

Aitana shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly? Bored. I can't do anything. I have to wait for Angel to come home just so he can help me go upstairs."

"Yeah, I was wondering why you're down here…" Penelope gestured to the couch as she sat down beside Aitana. "Shouldn't you be on bed rest?"

"No more, thanks! Just a couple more days and I'm good to come back to work. I've already told Hotch. How are things over there?"

Penelope hummed. "Well, we're super short on staff…"

"I know," Aitana said, letting the guilt drip from her tone.

"Not that it's your fault!" Penelope was quick to say. "Of course not! You didn't ask to get stabbed! So please take care! I'll bring you some soup tomorrow! Sort of an apology for not coming sooner."

"Don't worry about it," Aitana waved it off. "I know how the cases are. Plus, you called."

"But it's not the same!"

"Pen, really, don't worry. I haven't been alone at all. You know JJ even stopped by yesterday. Got to meet her son—Henry's so cute. And Will. He's incredibly nice."

"That's good," Penelope beamed. "Oh, I miss them!"

"And Elia's been here too. Mateo and my sister-in-law stayed the night two days ago. They loved the pasta that Rossi sent over too."

"Well between us," Penelope leaned over a bit, "You might have just turned into Rossi's favorite for being a pasta-lover."

Aitana chuckled. "The honors!"

"It is!" Penelope agreed with her.

"Everyone's been by…" Aitana trailed off until silence fell, "Well...almost."

"Nope!" Penelope raised a finger, smiling a bit too mischievously for Aitana's liking. "I've taken care of that!"

"Taken...what do you mean?" the brunette felt some dread starting up.

"You'll have to forgive me but I was just so excited that I practically forced him to find parking on his own!"

"What?" Aitana didn't know whether to laugh by this point. "What are you talking about? Did you pull Morgan into something?"

Penelope wagged her finger at her. "Don't pretend like you don't know who I'm talking about. Hang on." She got up from the couch and made a hasty way to the door.

Aitana wanted to follow but it was an incredible struggle to get up on her own. In the end, she had to resign herself to the couch and simply wait for Penelope to come back.

"Oh, thank you!" She heard Penelope a few minutes later. She was laughing. "I forgot about it!"

Aitana heard the noise of a bag? She thought very little of it once she saw Penelope and Spencer coming in. Now she really wished she hadn't tried getting up because her appearance couldn't be that good.

"Hi…" It was the only thing that came to mind for the moment.

Spencer's expression scrunched slightly. He had no idea what to say to her, where to even begin. Penelope had kept her promise and dragged him here without giving him enough time to come up with a decent strategy. Apparently, "you don't need a strategy to talk to a friend!'. Penelope was adamant about it.

Penelope had a heart, though, so she decided to help break the tension. She cleared her throat and waved a pretty yellow gift bag in her hand, easily taking Aitana's attention for a moment.

"Oh no, you didn't have to—"

Penelope wouldn't let her finish that. "Nonsense! Boy Wonder helped me pick it out!"

Spencer sent her a look for that blatant lie. "I did not…" The words fell from his lips before he even blinked. Penelope glared at him—she was trying to help him and this is how he went along with it!?

Aitana, however, chuckled at the pair. That was a good sign, wasn't it? Spencer couldn't decide for sure.

Penelope sighed with heavy annoyance now that her helpful lie was out the window. "I picked it out. I hope it helps you feel better!" She presented the bag to Aitana.

Aitana had no choice but to accept the gift and once she saw what was inside, she forgot all about being humble. "Oh my goodness!" She pulled out a bright blue stuffed animal with floppy ears and two sets of arms.

Spencer could not figure out what was so nice about the thing but it appeared to make Aitana very happy so he kept quiet about it.

"It's Stitch!" She laughed, discarding the bag to the side to hold her new stuffed animal.

"Yeah!" Penelope laughed with her. "You said you loved Lilo and Stitch so I thought—"

"I love it, thank you!" Aitana snuggled the animal to her face. "And it's so soft! This is the best, thank you Penelope!"

Penelope couldn't be more happy. "Anytime, sprinkles!" She then glanced at Spencer, nodding her head at the distracted woman on the couch. It was his turn now.

He deliberated.

Penelope wasn't even surprised. "Can I use your bathroom?" she asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Aitana lowered her stuffed animal to her lap. "Oh, um, yeah of course. There's one downstairs. In the hallway, second door on the right."

"Thanks!" Penelope smiled at her but as soon as she turned away, it dropped to shoot Spencer a warning glare. 'Talk now' she mouthed.

Well with that type of encouragement, who wouldn't want to talk? Spencer stepped to the side so she could walk away, and perhaps for his own safety. He turned back to Aitana soon enough and found her already looking at him.

"You didn't have to come if you didn't want to," she said quietly. She would much rather not have him around if it was against his will. "I know Penelope can be, uh, pushy, bless her heart."

"She didn't force me…" It wasn't technically a lie. He did want to come, he just had no idea what to do if he actually came. And now that he was here, he still wasn't sure what to do.

"You don't exactly look very willing right now," Aitana said.

"It's not what you think. I'm…" How were the words failing him? No words, thoughts, no strategies, since when does this happen?

"You're nervous," Aitana unknowingly helped him. "Why?"

Now that he could answer. "Really?" His head tilted. "You don't know why?"

Aitana's lips tugged into a smile. "I'm a profiler, not a mind reader. Although, that would be cool."

Spencer found a moment to smile. She was trying to make things casual, breezy even, just the way she was. For some reason, it helped a bit. "I wanted to come but...I wasn't sure how to talk to you. I still don't, actually."

"I'm not exactly posing any obstacles here. Say what you want to say," she encouraged, setting her stuffed animal on the side. She was giving him her full attention. "However you want to say it."

"I ramble…" Spencer warned playfully, to which she reminded that she wasn't exactly going anywhere.

"I'm stuck on the couch," she shrugged.

"Back with the case, um, I...I didn't treat you fairly. I let my grief for Emily cloud my judgement and my overall thoughts. Of course you have every right to transfer if that's what you want."

"You don't like change," Aitana said, smirking at his surprise. "Morgan talks."

He groaned. Was there anything that these people kept to themselves!?

"It's a fair sentiment," Aitana assured him. "I'm not mad about that. Besides, I sort of realized that you were dealing with Emily's death in your own way."

Spencer thought back to the moment of her accident. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that," he said quickly, and full of guilt. "What happened to you had nothing to do with Emily. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's what you were feeling. Never bottle that up," Aitana said, "In a way, it was sort of a callback to Emily's wound. Luckily, mine wasn't serious. I'm sorry you felt that way, though."

"No, you don't apologize," Spencer said quickly. That was not what he came for. He had messed things up from the start. "This is my fault. Even with the profile, I…" Aitana watched the way his hands fiddled with each other. "That one was really all my fault."

"You said it didn't have to do with our problems…" She remembered the explicit snap in which he told her that.

"It didn't," he reiterated. "See, my Mom...um…" His mouth opened and closed several times, all in the meanwhile his hands prodded each other.

Aitana couldn't remember a moment similar to this. "Hey, if you don't want to say anything, don't," she said softly. "I don't need an explanation."

"You'll find out anyways," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. It would inevitably cross her ears and he'd rather say it himself before anyone else did it as a passing comment. "My mother has schizophrenia and the profile—the way we described it made it look like…"

"Every person who has schizophrenia is a killer," Aitana finished for him. Now she felt more awful for completely missing that. "I am...so sorry about that. Of course we don't believe that—"

"I know," Spencer nodded, his shoulders sagged a little. "In that moment, things were more complicated. They seemed that way. I shouldn't have—"

"Spencer, stop," Aitana softly requested, "Don't go any further. I get it. You don't need to explain anything else."

He finally met her gaze and found her warm eyes truly letting him stop. He felt like a heavy layer finally lifted from his shoulders. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay," she promised him. She raised her hand, puzzling him for a second until she wiggled her fingers. "High five?"

He almost laughed on the spot. She always remembered his quirks touch. He came over in a few steps and gently pressed his palm against hers. It startled her to the point she had wide blinking eyes. He didn't know why it was so much easier now but he was grateful for it. His fingers slipped between hers and for the first time, he held her hand.

"I feel very special right now." Aitana laughed out of sheer embarrassment for having said that in the first place.

Spencer soon found himself laughing with her. That was not the reaction he expected from something like this. She just made everything easier, didn't she? Spencer couldn't remember anyone else having that talent around him. And he prided himself with his perfect memory.

"I hear laughing!" Penelope walked in with a giddiness only she could own. Her eyebrows raised at the sight of their interlocked hands. "Things went well, didn't they!?"

"How'd that convenient trip to the bathroom work out?" Aitana raised an eyebrow at the woman, trying to act as if she hadn't just battled with a heat rush to her cheeks. The only thing that helped her slightly was Spencer letting her hand go.

"Huh? Convenient?" Penelope dramatically looked around. "Me?"

"It's not exactly a battle you can win," Spencer gestured to himself and Aitana. "Profilers."

"I hate the both of you!" Penelope promptly said, though she flashed them a big grin afterwards. "But I love that you've made up!" She of course would give each a hug but a cautious one with Aitana.

"You have your fishes," Spencer noticed the familiar large fish tank positioned against the wall. In all his nerves, he hadn't seen it. It was the same one that Elia once kept at her old apartment. He was glad to see it was finally back with Aitana.

"Yeah," Aitana nodded. "Soon as I got back, Elia returned them. She took good care of them."

"That's a big tank and I don't really see a lot of fishes," Penelope noted the closer she drifted towards the tank.

"It's a long term project of mine," Aitana explained. She tried pulling herself up from the couch to show her but the stitches still hurt. Eventually, she gave up and had to ask Spencer if he was willing to give her another hand.

He was careful not to put any force against her bad side and at the same time not to overstep. It was funny how he could be so self conscious about something as simple as this. Knowing Aitana, she wasn't even paying attention. She just wanted to stand up.

"Careful," he still said when he let her go. Her steps were slow but sure; she was beside Penelope in no time. He came up on her other side.

"See, all my fishes I've picked out were done with the utmost research," Aitana began to explain. Her finger followed one particular silverfish that was on its way to the other end of the tank. "This guy's Mercury. He was my first little fish in the tank."

"Is that a Peacock Cichlid?" Spencer tapped his finger against the glass where a bright, almost neon blue, fish was floating.

Penelope shot him a disbelieving look. He knows random fishes, of course he knows random fishes.

Aitana, however, beamed. "Yeah! I call him Neptune though. He was a lucky find because you have to be very careful when it comes to the Cichlid species and other fishes."

"Why's that?" Penelope asked. The fish was actually very pretty. Its blue coat seemed to shine under the light.

"The Peacock Cichlid is one of the few of the Cichlid species not to be aggressive with other fishes," Spencer ended up saying before Aitana even opened her mouth. Still, she nodded in agreement.

"Yeah!" She leaned as much as she could to the tank to watch the fish glide away from sight. "These little guys are usually bottom dwellers. They don't really swim very high up in the tank."

"They typically hunt for their food very close to the ground," Spencer said, adding almost within the second, "And they're very active swimmers."

"Aha! Hence the spacious tank!" Aitana exclaimed.

Penelope hummed before a much more beautiful fish caught her eyes. She gasped in delight as the turquoise fish came into better sight. It's long flowy tail was absolutely gorgeous. "Oooh, now that is one pretty fish!"

Aitana chuckled. "It's a Siamese Fighting Fish. I think of him as Uranus because of its turquoise color."

Penelope's face dropped, her head flipping in Aitana's direction. "It fights!?" Her heart was sent out to those smaller fishes in the tank.

"It's a beta fish, Pen," Aitana said as if that exclaimed everything and it technically did if Penelope knew her fish facts. But, because she didn't, she stared blankly at Aitana.

"Beta fishes typically get territorial with other beta fishes," Spencer helped her out.

"Yeah, but I don't have any other beta fishes for the same reason," Aitana promised.

"It's said that they usually thrive with catfish, danios, corydoras, angelfish and tetras," Spencer added from the top of his head.

Aitana snapped her fingers at him. "And of course I have an angelfish! Look!" She tried peering over the tank to see if she could get the precise fish to come into view, but in doing so she felt a jab from her wound. "Ow!"

Both Penelope and Spencer reacted fast and took hold of each of her arms.

"Maybe you should go sit down," Penelope suggested.

"Aitana?" They heard Pamela call from the kitchen. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" Aitana answered fast before her mother got the idea to come and check on her. She looked back at the tank and was delighted to see the little fish she was searching for. "Look," she nodded at the tank. "There it is."

As much as Penelope wanted to bring Aitana back to the couch, her mouth went into an o-shape at the sight of a gliding translucent fish. She cocked her head, following the little fish. It was a realistic type of deep white which was probably responsible for it's almost see-through body. Even it's long tail and fins seemed to disappear through the water. It had spots of red on either side of its head, almost like a 'blush'—

"Hey, you've got a blushing angelfish," Spencer's proper name pulled Penelope's attention from the fish.

She deadpanned him. "How do you even know that?" She couldn't deal with him sometimes. He, in turn, shrugged.

Aitana laughed at the pair. "He's right. Shocker." She briefly nudged him. "I came across it a couple months ago."

"They're pretty hard to find sometimes," Spencer remarked. "I mean, you can typically find them in aquariums but I haven't really seen them in personal tanks."

Aitana proudly smiled at him. "But I found it! I wasn't even looking for one but there it was one day. I thought it was so beautiful. It blushes!"

"It's not technically 'blushing'. Its name actually stems from the lack of pigmentation on the gill cover," Spencer was explaining without noticing the growing confusion on Penelope's face.

Why was he talking about that? She looked at Aitana and, to her surprise, Aitana seemed to be agreeing with him. To agree with him, she had to understand him and Penelope had yet to meet someone who could do that.

"These fishes don't really have any markings on their body which is why the fins and the tails are hard to see…" Spencer was so focused on his rambles that the last thing he expected was for Aitana to cut him off with her own addition, or rather ending.

"And the only coloration is under the cheeks which is why they call it a Blushing Angelfish! Ha!" Aitana couldn't help her laugh with his reaction. "One more point for me!"

"Uh, yeah, that was it," he said, chuckling.

Aitana smirked at him. "I don't mean to brag but I know my stuff about fishes. I had to learn in order to keep this tank going."

"That's good. So, um, what's the fish represent?" That, he had yet to figure out.

"Umm…" Aitana's expression was suddenly reluctant. Her fingers came together to fiddle with one another. "It's, uh, well...it's...it's sort of my...star?" She had finished her confession with a sheepish smile.

"A star?"

"Mhm…"

"Which one?"

Aitana groaned. "Oh Dr. Reid, can't you just let me have this without me admitting that I chose that fish purely because it was aesthetically pleasing!?"

Penelope chuckled at her while Spencer truly considered apologizing. he knew Aitana was only joking which was why, in the end, he managed to smile.

"It's my star," Aitana shrugged. "You know how stars are all different colors? Well, I thought one could be represented by that fish. I'll eventually get more. I've got most of the planets already except for Venus and Mars. I want to get a couple of fishes that could be like comets or asteroids."

"Why so much about space, though?" Penelope asked her. It was a lovely idea she had going on but it was also random.

Aitana hummed. "I'm a space geek. Always have been."

"Ah, don't see it," Penelope gave her a quick look-over that soon had Aitana laughing. "I mean—most people you can just see what they are, you know? I didn't get that from you."

"Well I am, if I could show you my room you'd see all the things I have on my shelves. However, I am a little short on the new books. I haven't had the chance to go to the store anymore."

"I have some," Spencer found himself saying before the thought even finished materializing in his head. "I-I mean if you're interested…"

Aitana happily accepted. "Of course you would have something! Just make sure they're English—or Spanish. I can do Spanish too."

"Ah, and that's the one language our resident genius can't do," Penelope snickered. "Nor speak it for that matter."

"I'm going to award myself 10 points then," Aitana playfully warned him.

"Oh ha, ha," he rolled his eyes at the pair. "Just for that, I'll bring you something in, say, Japanese?"

"Shut up, you do not have Japanese books about space." Aitana's confidence fell as Spencer gained a pretty smug smile. "Oh—shut up!" she waved him off.

He laughed shortly. "I will see what I have in my, uh, stock."

"Thanks," she said politely.

"Any other fish around here, then?" He nodded to the tank again. Already he could see a deep orange fish swimming behind some leaves. He suspected it would have to be related to Jupiter.

"Oh, I've got a lot," Aitana promised him. "Look!" She grabbed his arm to tug him closer to the tank. She started off with the orange fish he'd seen.

Penelope's eyes flickered between the pair as Aitana kept bringing up new fishes and then Spencer would somehow relate it to some new fact about either the fish's species or space. Penelope had never felt her head spin so much. She had to wonder, though, if she left the room, would either of them notice?

[random1amfics]

"Hey. What were you thinking of?"

Lycra blinked.

"I told you that I don't like you thinking of somebody else." The Trash said.

"I was thinking of you." Lycra replied sweetly. Thick and syrupy. Like Honey.

Thinking of killing you. Slowly. Painfully. That she didn't say.

The trash gave a small look of surprise before his face was the picture of absolute smugness.

Lycra can see that in his head, he had already declared himself the victor of the game of cat and mouse they were playing.

"Oh, really?" He said.

Lycra nodded. A bright smile on her face.

It used to bother her to lie. To hide herself so she would not play right into his hands. She hated that she found it almost too easy to fool him.

However, several lifetimes of misery were enough for her to keep on smiling in order to maintain her sanity.

"What would your beloved Killain think?"

Lycra tilted her head slightly. To convey confusion.

"Killain? Oh. You mean young Duke Darcel."

"Don't you hold some feelings for him?"

"Should I? I have only met the young Duke a few times." It was the truth. Right now, she has only met Killain a few times before.

"Well, stop it."

Lycra did her best moronic act.

"May I ask why?"

"He's no good. He is a monster. Playing with women's hearts and leaving them heartbroken with empty promises. That devilishly handsome face of his is not to be trusted. I don't want you to fall into his traps. I am saying this because I worry about you, Lycra." Trash said, touching her cheek.

Lycra hid her disgust as she cheerfully replied, "Of course, Tras- Trahan. Thank you for telling me. Now I know that I should be more careful around that playboy."

He patted her head.

"Good girl."

Internally, Lycra held back the urge to spit in the Trash's face.

When will this torment be over?!

------

Hours after her guest had left.

Lycra finally emerged from her bathroom. Scrubbed throughly to get rid of the germs the Trash had undoubtedly passed onto her.

She sighed as she flopped onto her bed.

A chat screen appeared, showing that she had a new incoming message.

Player 2:[When do we start?]

Lycra smiled as she replied.

Player 3:[You know we can't kill him yet. He's the fucking Crown Prince. We will be executed for treason. Graham still has to built his influence before we can start making murder plans.]

Player 2:[I know. But I hate that he thinks that he owns you.]

Player 3:[I wish it was your face that I had to look at for the entire afternoon.😘]

Player 2:[😏 I suppose I can arrange something so you can see it all day]

Player 3:[����😘😘]

Player 2:[😘😘😘]

Player 4:[CAN YOU TWO IDIOTS STOP IT?! I am trying to sleep]

Player 2:[If it wasn't for your stupid brother, I wouldn't have to be away from my lovely Lycra. Start making those nobles beg for you to lead them, Graham. Chop. Chop.]

Player 4:[It's been ONLY A DAY since we came back, you bitch.]

Player 3:[You better start because I already came close to calling him Trash today.]

Player 1:[I thank you for your restraint, Lycra. We don't want to lose you this early in the run.]

Player 2:[The devilish handsome, breaker of hearts, playboy, Killain Darcel has arrived.]

Player 1:[Well my dear sister, silver tongued vixen, destroyer of manhoods, angel who fell from the heavens, Katrina Darcel, please hold back your more murderous tendancies for a bit. I still do not know what Lycra sees in you.]

Player 4:[Who did you kick, Kat?]

Player 2:[Momma's boy]

Player 1:[It was very entertaining. I can't believe that men can emit a scream that high-pitched.]

Player 3:[Marry me.]

Player 2:[Let me get a ring.]

Player 4:[Will you two stop flirting in the message box?]

Player 5:[hello can i ask what magic did you use and can you please get rid of it enter]

Player 3:[Darena, is that you?]

Player 5:[yes enter]

Player 2:[Oh my Aristo, she is worse at the quick messages than you, Graham.]

Player 4:[Yes! I am no longer going to be mocked for my lack of skills.]

Player 3:[Says the one who still don't know how to make the little faces]

Player 4:[Yes, I can. (^○^) See?]

Player 1:[Graham, I say this respectfully. You are shit at it]

Player 2:[ 👏 👏 👏 Bravo. Bravo, my dear brother]

Player 3:[You drop this 🏆, Killain]

Player 1:[😎]

Player 5:[😀😃😄😁😆😸😸😸 enter]

Player 4:[Darena, how the fuck did you get the little faces!?]

Player 5:[i don't know i hit something by accident and it changed into a page filled with the pictures enter]

Player 1:[Darena, you don't have to write in enter every time you want to send your message into the message box. Just touch the arrow ⬆️.]

Player 5:[i see thank you]

Player 2:[Darena, I am coming over tomorrow to explain everything.]

Player 3:[I will also come.]

Player 5:[i will tell the servents to expect you]

Player 4:[ (;_;) Darena, please tell me what you did to get the faces]

Player 5:[🙃 No]

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Chapter Three

Finally! It's here, I kept procrastinating but now it's all yours <3

Two idiots who don't know how to tell each other how they feel, previous chapters

WC: 5.6k. CWs: Dogs, discussions of Max's injuries

Steve walked y/n to the door and handed her the flowers he and the kids picked from Weathertop the day before.

***

"I'm tired of this Steve," Dustin whined.

"Well that's just too damn bad, keep picking."

"I think it's nice. It's cute, Steve." Will said as he added a handful of wildflowers in every color of the rainbow to the basket El was holding. 

"Thank you Will! See, at least somebody gets it." Steve answered, throwing his hands in the air.

"Hey, Steve?" Lucas called over to him from the other side of the hill. 

"Yeah?"

"Can I- uh- take a few of the blue ones, for Max?"

"Yeah totally, man. Take as many as you want."

"Thanks-Thank you."

"Of course, man." They did their special handshake that ended with clapping each other on the back. 

Dustin made him come up with handshakes for each of them because he didn't want anyone to feel like Steve had any favorites, even though they all know he does (it’s just constantly changing). None of them were as long or dramatic as Steve and Dustin's though.

***

"Thank you for such an amazing, amazing date. I had a really, really good time." she gushed.

"I did too, we'll have to do it again sometime." He opened the invitation, trying not to push her into anything.

"I guess we will, I owe you a pretty good one."

"Anything with you is a pretty good one." He looked down with a bashful smile, scared of her reaction at such a bold statement so soon. He glanced up at her only to see the most adorable, shy smile.

"You, Steve, my darling, are far too perfect." She praised as he suddenly found the grains of the hardwood floor incredibly captivating. He wasn't sure what his neck was getting so hot at for more, the name or the compliment that followed. While he was looking at the floor, he didn't notice her reach up to hold his jaw while perching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

"What was that for?" She only looked up at him and shrugged, not removing her hand from his cheek. With a sudden surge of confidence he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She slid her hand from his jaw and crossed her wrists behind his neck, still holding the small bouquet only making him smile against her lips. She laughed into it and he pulled away with her still giggling. "What?" he looked down at her confused. 

"The first one wasn't enough for you?" she asked with a coquettish grin. 

"M-mm," he shook his head, slowly moving down to her lips. "’S impossible." Their lips finally met with his hands around her waist and her free one in his hair and her occupied one hung over his shoulder. He mumbled something against her lips before resting his forehead against hers. 

"I should go before your kids get here."

"Nooo," he whined and pulled her closer, making her giggle again. "They're so mean, you're my first line of defense." he continued with a pout.

"If they're so mean I want no part of it. You probably deserve it anyway."

"I do not! And I can't be mean to them, they're my kids." He pulled back as soon as he said it. "I mean, they're kids. Not my kids, they are kids."

"I think they might be your kids." she said with a wink and patting his chest. She got her keys out of the little olive wood desk bowl and he opened the door for her.

"Call me when you get home, alright?"

"I will, I promise." She gave him one last, quick kiss before walking out to her car, skipping for the last few steps. He laughed as he shut the door.

***

"Hello Munson, welcome to my home…uninvited…again." Steve said as he opened the door exactly 12 minutes after y/n left.

"Hello big boy. Lovely of you to have me. A gentleman as always I see, but alas I'm only dropping them off. Band practice." Eddie teased.

They moved out of the way so the kids could come in with their craft supplies. "Thanks for driving us Eddie." Mike said.

"Yeah, thanks Eddie," El repeated.

"Of course, m'lady." he said with a little bow making her laugh before she walked past Steve and they did their handshake. Theirs was the simplest of all, besides Max's which was just three fist bumps making different animals, jellyfish, turkey, snail. Steve and El's was more complicated than that but it was all hands.

Turning back to Steve, with confusion apparent on his face at how strange he found the closeness between Hawkins High's former biggest douche bag and this strange little magic girl; as well as all the other kids. He shook his head as if it'd erase his expression like an etch a sketch, "Do you need me to pick them up or can you take them all home?"

"No, I think I can handle it but thanks."

"Anytime Harrington, say hi to Red for me. Oh and your new lady Jonesy." he playfully punched Steve's arm.

"She's not 'my lady' and 'Jonesy?'" Steve looked at him in confusion. 

"When she just moved here, she was real angry about having to go to Catholic school and what not and she listened exclusively to the Sex Pistols." he shook his head at the memory of her on the swings with two Dutch braids and her walkman blasting God Save the Queen so loud he could hear it across the park. "She was an insanely punk 11 year old."

"What, she wasn't cool enough to be metal?"

"Well no of course not because they aren't metal, they're a punk band. Metallica, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath. Thaaaat's metal."

"Munson?"

"Yes, Stevie?"

"Get on with it. You're gonna be late to band practice."

"Oh. Right, Steve Jones was her favorite, sooo Jonesy just sort of happened. She totally had the fattest crush in all 11 years of her life 'cause I'd mess with her like 'No way, Johnny Rotten is way cooler than him.' and she'd give me a whole goddamned thesis on why he's so much better and how it's really his band, blah blah blah. But she really chilled out once she got settled. Found way better music too. 'S Effervescing Elephant still her favorite song?"

"Why would I know that?"

"Harrington, I know that is the first thing you asked her on your date last night." Steve pushed him outside and shut the door.

"How'd you know about that?" Steve demanded.

"Robin, my new best friend, told me yesterday. It's funny how much you can learn when she just doesn't stop talking."

"First, stop stealing my fuckin friends Munson! Second, yes it's still her favorite. Third, you're already late. So off you go."

"It's so cute you know when my practice is." Eddie said as Steve walked with him to his van. "So caring, it's cute, it's really cute." He spoke as he got into the drivers seat.

"Goodbye, Eddie."

"Bye, Stevie." Steve rolled his eyes as he turned back to the house only to see Will at the door.

"Uh, Steve, El says there's someone on the phone for you."

"Ugh shit." he muttered before sprinting into the house to find El with the phone while Eddie jeered "Woooo go get your girl Harrington!"

"Fuck off Munson!" Will waved goodbye to Eddie and shut the door.

"Steve! Language!" Dustin chastised as he zipped past the kitchen. 

Steve ignored him and thanked El for holding the phone.

"Hi," he was a little winded by how fast he sprinted inside and to the phone.

"Hi, if I'd known you're so busy I would've just left a message," she laughed.

"You left me stranded."

"Sorry, I had to watch Eloise and take care of Herman and Frog."

"You have frogs?"

"No, my dog is named Frog."

"Why is your dog named Frog?"

"Because we made the mistake of letting Eloise name her. We tried to tell her we're not naming the dog Frog but it's literally all she responds to so we're kind of stuck with it."

"She's cute."

"She's so cute. Anyway, I'm sure you have things to do and I just wanted to let you know that I'm home and this is where I'll be for the rest of the day so call whenever, ok?"

"Will do."

"Alright go watch your kids."

"They're not my kids."

"They are so your kids."

"Goodbye y/n."

"Goodbye Steve."

He put the phone down with a smile that only dropped when he found 5 teenagers in the doorway.

"Was that her?"

"No,"

"You are such a liar, Steve." Dustin said.

"How'd it go?" El asked.

"Did she like the flowers?" Will followed

"The cherries?" Dustin said.

"The food?" Lucas asked.

"It went pretty good, like really really great." His beaming smile faltered when he remembered the nightmare. He quickly shook the thought from his head as they cheered him on. 

"Finally! A dad!" Dustin shouted.

"What?" Mike spoke for the rest of the room when they all faced Dustin.

"Well, you know, 'cause like Steve's our mom...so she'd be like our dad...Y'know?" All that followed was a harmony of four "ohh's" and Steve's matching  "nooooooo."

"Well what would you call it then? Because all I see is one strangely maternal relationship with the odd older brother undertone thrown in every once in a while." Dustin crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He felt like he had to fill in the silence that followed. “So, she’d be our dad.

"Whatever, let's just get started ok?" Steve raised his hands and walked past them. “And if Max were here, she’d tell you to expand your heteronormative mindset,” he called over his shoulder with a raised finger. She shares her Ms. magazines with him sometimes, when they have to sit through hours upon hours of campaigns together. She says she’s graduated from Wonder Woman comics, but he still brings her the latest issues and she still reads them.

***

They spent half the afternoon making get well soon cards for Max. He was very grateful Joyce sent Will with extra newspaper to put over the table or else his entire counter would be caked with glitter, and paint, and ink. Weeks later he still found glitter on the other side of the house. They also planned some of her welcome home party. The doctors weren't sure exactly when she'd go home but they said sometime towards the end of April, early May. They had very flexible plans since they decided to have it at Steve's house, these new parties are very different from the ones he used to have as King Steve. So far Max's mom, the Wheelers, the Sinclairs, The Byerses (including El and Hopper[and Argyle]), Dustin and his mom, Robin, Eddie and Wayne, and obviously Steve, were all invited. They planned on pizza and Max's favorite foods but didn't set any plans in stone yet since they didn't know exactly when she'd be out. 

She'd broken both legs, both arms, cracked or at least bruised a few ribs and got a minor concussion so the doctors thought it would be best if she stayed where she can have constant care and they can keep an eye on her condition. When they asked what happened Lucas said she tried to stop Jason from hurting him but when the earthquake happened she fell down the stairs of the attic. It was scary at first, they had no idea if she would ever fully recover, but she's been making quick progress and heading in the right direction. They've been visiting her as much as they can, Will and El always brought her food Joyce makes. Will would draw her something new before every visit. Mike and Dustin brought board games, and Robin would always sit and talk with her, once she got over her concussion and could finally be in the light again, and hear loud noises. Eddie brought her new music and she would recommend things for him to listen to and they would discuss them together. Steve would bring her whatever she asked for, which were usually snacks, and movies, or just anything she mentioned in passing. Lucas was there the most, he brought her stuffed animals, board games, video games, snacks, food he or his mom made, and anything else she wanted without knowing she wanted it. He would just bring it and she would realize how much she’d been missing it. 

When they finished their planning for the day and made all their gifts they piled into Steve's car. Since it only had 5 seats they did rock paper scissors to see who had to sit on someone else's lap. El automatically got shotgun because she could change the traffic lights, and in more dire situations move other cars out of the way. That was only necessary once when Steve had to yell at the boys in the back for messing around and didn't see the car that was coming right at them. Now it's an accepted precaution. It ended up with Lucas on the passengers side, Dustin in the middle, and Will on Mike with his legs reaching out so his feet were on Lucas's lap. 

Mike and El had a long discussion when they got back to Hawkins, they decided that they both needed some time to find themselves as individuals and if they're really meant for each other they'd find their way back together. So far it's been working out really well, they've been much more honest with each other and Hopper's even been able to go off his blood pressure medication. 

***

Knock, knock, knock. "Hi, Max!" Lucas announced.

"Hey guys," she paused the soap opera she'd been watching for the last week. 

They put all the baskets of cards, and drawings, juice boxes, cassettes, and other little things on the table.

"You guys really didn't have to do all this, any of this, really."

"But we did, so now you gotta take it." Lucas playfully demanded. She smiled sweetly at him.

"Do you leeches, and Max and El, want anything from any of the vending machines?" Steve asked them all.

"Can you get me some Reeses pieces, please?" Max asked and Steve nodded.

"Skittles if they have them please." El said.

"Sure thing. Anyone else? And sorry, Will, didn't mean to rope you in with the rest of them, what d'you want?"

"Um, could you get some m&m's?"

"Yeah, totally."

"Razzles," "Starbursts," "Sour Patch Kids," Dustin, Lucas, and Mike said in rapid succession. Steve didn't even dignify it with a response, only a raised eyebrow with his arms crossed.

"Pleeeease," all three said together with begging hands.

"Fine, I'll be right back." He walked out the door while pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. 

Dustin turned his chair around to face Max. "Finally he's gone, that should keep him occupied for a while."

"Why were you waiting for him to leave?" Max asked, confused as the group made a circle around the bed.

"We have something important to tell you." Mike started.

"It's very top secret," Lucas continued.

"Very important. And we have to be quick."

"Then get on with it!" Max cut Dustin off.

"We think he's in love." Dustin said. 

"Yeah, with Nancy. I thought we knew this." Mike looked disgusted at the thought that Steve could still be hung up on Nancy of all people, after 2 years. 

"Ew no, not Nancy," was his immediate reaction.  

"We went to his house and he had a pillow fort with way too many pillows for one person-" Mike stated very matter-of-factly about the appropriate pillow to person ratio.

"That all smelled like flowers!" Dustin interrupted, which earned him a few confused looks, "What?"

"You...smelled them?" El asked. He crossed his arms and shrugged.

"The smell made its way to my nose. I wasn't, like, sniffing it, or anything." They turned back to Max while still side-eyeing him.

"But doesn't he wear cologne? Like often?" Max had enough trouble following their theories without a concussion, and now, even with no alternate dimensions and weird fleshy monsters involved she had no hope. "And I didn't think he was seeing anyone. Except for a few minutes there I really did think he and Eddie were like, two seconds from kissing."

"What ew, no." Dustin shook his head while scrunching his nose, that’d be like thinking about his mom kissing someone, blech. "This girl we met at the school, you know how it's been turned into like a shelter, so we were all volunteering and he starts talking to her so me and Robin go over and she's like super nice and her niece is just the cutest. So he asked her out, but not really out out, 'cause they just went to his house. But also they saw each other every day. He would LEAVE ME to my own devices and go to the diner with her. THEN, not only that, but he makes me scour the land for her fricken cherries because when we were at the diner she mentioned them ONCE! ONE TIME! And of course I found them because, duh, he's like my best friend, sorry to you guys but we all know it." They just nodded and they knew Dustin was his best friend too, besides Robin.

"So he still took you with him? Like to breakfast, I mean."

"Yeahhhhh."

"And why are you all so upset?"

"Not all!" Will spoke up. "Leave us,” he first gestured to himself and El, “out of...that," then waved his hand at Dustin and Mike. 

"I wouldn't say upset, just that... I don't know." Dustin shrugged.

"I think he means like, he's not upset that Steve found someone that makes him happy. Just that he's, like, worried. That, that Steve won't have time for him- us, anymore and that it'd be different. Is that right?" Lucas picked up for him.

"Yeah, yeah that's it. I mean, of course I want him to be happy and have his little Harrington Nugget, Winnebago dream–"

Mike leaned over to El and Will, "Did we miss something?"

"I think we absolutely did." Will whispered back. 

"–And every time I've talked to her she's, like, super cool and really nice. And apparently she used to know Eddie so she has to be cool y'know. And every time Steve talks about her, which is kind of a lot, but I don't mind 'cause like with all the times he's heard about Suzie, it's only fair; he's just so excited and his face lights up and he talks really fast and his eyes start like, buggin' out of his head."

Max was about to reply when Steve walked in with his hands full of their candy plus some Nerds for himself. They talked about some more stuff until it was time to bring them all home. Lucas called earlier so his dad would pick him up later and they all said goodbye to Max. Will sat between Mike and Dustin and Steve peeled out of the parking lot. He dropped off Mike first, then Will and El and Dustin moved to the front seat. Once the other three had left, a contemplative silence filled the car. Only broken by the low drumming of Steve's fingers on the dash as he slung his wrist over the steering wheel.

"Are you ok?" Dustin asked at a red light. 

"Y-yeah, I'm totally fine," he hesitated.

"You're a really bad liar, Steve."

He groaned, why does this kid have to know him so damn well, "Fine, I'm worried, about- about how things are going with y/n."

"I thought it was going great? You kept saying how great your date was, and how amazing everything was?"

"That's what I mean, like first I'm worried that I'm totally falling for her, way, way too fast. And second, everything has been going amazing but what if something happens?"

"You can't just live your whole life avoiding things just because you could lose them. She's basically the girl of your dreams. Actually she is, because she's been in every dream you've had this week. And these were the words from your mouth, so don't even try to deny it. Or the way your mouth was all swollen when Eddie dropped us off this morning." 

"I don't mean like I could mess it up, or something gets in the way. I mean like some Upside Down shit, or Vecna or whatever the monster of the month is this time. What if she gets close to me and she gets hurt, or something happens to me and you guys have to explain ‘Oh yeah that guy you were totally in love with? Well he's dead. Oh you want to know what happened? Hm, unfortunately the government has deemed that classified information and girlfriend of the dead guy doesn't really get you on the list.’ At this point they were only sitting in Steve's driveway but Dustin wasn't about to interrupt Steve's moment. "And what if, what if she sees the bites or the thing around my neck? How do I explain evil monster bats from the closest thing to hell?"

"I don't know," Dustin sighed out.

"And wha-what-"

"Steve! I don't know. None of us know. He's dead. Vecna's dead. The gates are closed. El killed him. He didn't get Max, he didn't get Eddie, or me, Robin, Nancy, you, none of us. He didn't get any of us." Dustin held his shoulder. Steve could hardly look at him, but when he finally did he sharply turned away before getting out and leaving Dustin confused. Until he opened Dustin's door and they hugged for a long time. 

"You heard, didn't you?" Dustin choked out with a laugh, still happily trapped in Steve's tight embrace.

"Of course I did." Steve laughed, though salty little drops were still leaving his eyes and his shoulders still hiccuping a little. Dustin only held him tighter and rubbed his back a few times. Their height difference making the angle a little awkward, but Dustin wasn't about to complain. 

"How much?"

"All of it." Steve laughed a little, finally pulling back to look at Dustin. Ignoring the tracks his tears left.

"You wanna go watch Return of the Jedi in that super awesome fort?"

"You said I got the pillow to person ratio wrong. And the roof blankets weren't taught enough."

"I didn't say anything about the pillow/person ratio, that was all Mike," they finally started their way inside.

"You didn't stop him, you blanket sniffin' creep." Steve walked ahead to unlock the door.

"I didn't smell the blankets! It just wafted into my nose. I can't help it! Unless you want me to be what? A mouthbreather?!"

"Alright, alright! Whatever you say," Steve held the door open as he walked through, "sniffer."

"NO!"

 ***

Y/n sat at the kitchen table going over Phoebe's study materials and her most recent paper on the history of penicillin.

"I still don't know why he gave you this one, of all the prescriptions to give the whole class you get the most obvious? You're a hundred times the writer all of them combined could even dream of being."

"It wasn't just prescriptions, it was antibiotics in particular. Half the job is penicillin anyway, I really don't mind." Phoebe shrugged, not once looking up from her flash cards.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I could totally walk in there like ‘Excuse me, Dr. Whatever his name is! My sister is a brilliant student and a gifted writer, why'd you give her the lamest topic? Oh yeah? Is that right? Well in that case you dropped this," She held her arm out and opened her fist like dropping something on the floor before pointing to it. "That's a bag of hair."

"I assumed so. Please don't drop a bag of hair at my professor's feet like a cat with a hairball."

"I make no promises," she started fake coughing and choking before holding out her palm in front of Phoebe.  "Hairball?"

"No! You're so gross."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are, I don't know how Steve could handle having you over night, let alone over at all. I bet you stayed up aaaaall night," she made the kissing motion with her hands, complete with sound effects.

"No! Oh my god there are children in this house!"

"Not right now there's not."

"I know but now every time I come into this room I'm just gonna think 'my sister is such a creep, she's a whole ass mother and still won't ever stop being the single most embarrassing person I've ever known.'"

"Exactly, I am a whole ass mother, and your sister, so being embarrassing is literally my job." Y/n shook her head against her hands, her elbows resting on the table.

"Really on your way to employee of the month." Her voice was muffled by her position.

"Almost 19 years running. And I'm also almost on my way to being auntie of the month too." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Jesus Christ! No! Absolutely not! First of all, I'm not even 19 til July. Second of all, we're not even ‘official’ yet. And third, go ahead, be aunt of the month. I'm already the Nani of the century."

"Absolutely you are. But what do you mean ‘not official yet’?"

"It's only been one date so I don't expect it anytime soon, but we're not, like, boyfriend-girlfriend yet." She scrunched her face at how ridiculous she sounded to herself. "Ew I sound so middle school."

"Well, I feel like it's been more than one date considering you went out Every. Single. Day. this week. And you already told me about all the dreams you've been having. But every time you tell me another I just get more convinced that they're all daydreams."

"They're not daydreams." She said defensively and pointed her finger then relaxed back in her seat. "Not all of them."

Phoebe smirked and put her neon pink flashcards down. "Sure they aren't. But you don't have to expect it, ya know?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you could ask him." y/n considered it for a few moments while Phoebe watched with raised eyebrows.

"Ok, yeah, maybe I could, but how would I even do that?"

"You walk up to him. Use your mouth. And ask like a normal person!"

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because," she pouted and started picking at the table 

"Because why? I've seen you with him and he'll totally say yes. And talking can't be the problem, 75% of your job is talking."

"Talking is the problem, when I'm cutting people's hair it's all 'Mhm' 'Oh yeah?' 'Really? How interesting!' It's all old lady gossip and shit. But when it's like feelings stuff I, like, can't talk. My tongue doesn't work and it comes out all stuttery and bluh."

"But you're the one always talking about the importance of honesty, and vulnerability, and telling people how you feeeeeeel!" 

"I know that, I know but like-"

"You don't have to like tell tell, you could write it?" She didn't even finish before y/n ran down the hall on the way to her room. "You're welcome!" Phoebe yelled. Y/n nearly fell on the sharp corner and still tripped down a few stairs to the basement, making Phoebe laugh. "Are you ok?!" 

"Yes! I'm fine!" Phoebe just shook her head and went back to studying.

*** 

Ring ring. Ring ring.

Y/n got up from the kitchen table and left her cereal and Eloise. Ring ring, "Hello," she twisted the cord around her finger, leaning against the wall. Eloise was getting Frog to balance cheerios on her nose. It was working, except Eloise would look up to put one on her own nose so Frog would also look up and they'd all fall off. 

"Hi, y/n" Steve said, y/n thought he sounded a little nervous.

"Hi, Steve. I didn't think you'd be up this early."

"There was a bird right outside my window, and not one of the nice ones either. It was all squawky, but I was asleep pretty early last night so it's fine." He didn't tell her that he heard a rustling in the woods at 5 in the morning so he and Dustin went out with the nail bat and huge flashlights. Just to be sure there's no demodogs or new gates or anything of that sort. Dustin kept assuring him that everything was fine, Vecna's gone, there's no more demogorgons, they're safe. Steve still stayed out until he checked all around the house twice. But there was still a bird that didn't let them get back to sleep, so not a total fib.

"I hate the squawky birds, they remind me of the old ladies that complain to me about their daughter-in-laws all the time while I'm just trying not to stain their hair purple."

He laughed, genuinely, but he cut himself off, "Hey, um, Robin wanted to know if you wanted to, uh, maybe come over to my house later? Just to hang out, and whatever, I have to bring Dustin home soon but I think Eddie might be coming later? I don't know if he has anything going on with Hellfire."

"What's Hellfire?"

"Oh, yeah, that's his dungeons and dragons club. The boys are part of it."

"Oh, cool."

"Sooo, do you wanna come over? I totally get it if you don't. Yo-"

"No, I want to. I'd love to."

"Ok," he breathed out, "Ok, yeah, can you be here at 3ish?"

"Yeah."

"And I can leave the door open if you don't mind just letting yourself in? We'll probably be either upstairs or in the basement and for whatever reason it's impossible to hear the bell."

"Yeah, that's ok. So I'll see you at 3ish then. I have to go clean up a disaster of cereal created by my tormentor, I mean my niece, but I'll see you then."

"Good luck with that."

"Thank you, I need it."

"Bye, y/n."

"Bye, Steve."

Steve hung up the phone with a smile. 

"So what did she say?" Dustin asked.

"That she's coming over and also that Hellfire sounds cool."

"Perfect! So you're gonna ask her?"

"Ask her what?"

"To marry you,” His face was not nearly as horrified as Dustin anticipated, but still a little shock came through, “No! To be your girlfriend, idiot."

"I'm worried it's too soon, ya know? Like I start with 'will you be my girlfriend' and then five seconds later it's 'all week I've been imagining our wedding and when I can't sleep I think of names for our kids and when I do sleep you're the only thing I dream about' then she thinks I'm a total creep and I've ruined everything." 

They both started walking down to Steve's basement to work on Dustin's new project. His mom doesn't let him 'tinker' in the garage anymore since he almost blew up Tews, so he's relocated to the empty, unfinished part of Steve's basement. It was also so that she would stop saying tinkering, but when she asked what she should call it instead he didn't have an answer.

"I don't know how many times me and Robin are going to have to tell you this, but you are so blind! Do you not see the way she looks at you? Honestly, a blind toad could see she absolutely feels the same!" Dustin threw his hands up to emphasize the point. They walked over to his table and Steve acted as his assistant. 

"I feel like I don't believe you. And even if I did, I don't trust any dating advice from you or Robin. Especially her." 

"Would I lie to you Steve?" He held his hand out and Steve handed him the allen wrench he knew he needed.

"Yes! And you have!"

"When? Screwdriver."

"Where to start? (Wire cutter) How 'bout yesterday? When you shooed me away so you could gossip! Like the, like the filthy gossip you are!"

"And I'm sorry about that, but it had to be done. Hold the red one?" He held the blue wire and Steve took the other.

"Why?"

"So it's not in the way, why do you think?"

"No dickhead, why did you have to trick me into getting you your stupid Razzles?"

"How can they be so stupid if I shared half the box with you!? And would you actually have let us tell Max if you were there."

"No," Steve mumbled. "And why not?" Steve shrugged. "Y/n was just talking like three days ago about how important honesty and communication is to her and to any relationship! How can you expect to be honest with her if you can't even be honest with me?"

Steve groaned "So I just feel...like...you guys are so important to me. Jesus Christ this is so embarrassing. And whoever I date, like seriously serious relationship shit, is also gonna be really important to me." He spoke to the ceiling, wanting to vomit at the words leaving his mouth. "So I feel like, if I like, I don't want to call it like bring them home or anything but you know what I mean. Like I couldn't give less of a shit about them meeting my parents, but I care... about her meeting...you guys. And like if I do that'd be really important to me and it'd really matter. I don't mean it like I don't want you guys getting attached but yeah, a little."

Dustin moved from the table and hugged Steve again. "I shouldn't have told them until you were ready."

"It's ok."

"And uh, it's really uh, nice *hm* it's really cool...that you care about us so much."

Steve ruffled his hair before they jumped apart at the smoke coming from Dustin's latest invention.

Thank you ssooooo much for reading, I know this is a long one but yay you did it <3<3<3 and I'm so beyond grateful for every comment, reblog and like (but comments and reblogs are just extra special, if you like it that much 🥰) And I promise chapter 4 will be here sooner

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[idy-ll-ique]

The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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BBS: Deconstructing the Entire Series (Part 4 of 13)

Welcome to my deep dive into each episode where I break down character motives, P’Aof’s delivery, and general musings of all things BBS. Basically, a scene-by-scene recap with commentary from me, your friendly neighborhood commentator. If you missed the previous installments of this post series, you’re welcome to check them out:

Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3

Recapping the recap: We left EP3 with Pat manipulating his friends to help the architects rebuild the bus stop. After years of keeping it, Pat finally returns Pran’s guitar to him. Pat and Pran are now straddling that undefined space between not-enemies but not exactly friends either. Pran obviously wants more, and Pat is frustratingly oblivious to the entire thing.

Episode Four: The Rugby Match, an Old Friend, and Would You Like Me? (or AKA “Without you? It’s no fun.”)

In the game of gay chicken, it’s a showdown of who will blink first.

We open with the two opposing squad leaders facing off suspiciously close to one another. Must you lean thisclose to hear each other? Is it my imagination or is Pat eyeing Pran’s lips here? Pran has a look that clearly says my eyes are up here, asshole. The unresolved sexual tension is so charged that I can feel the static in my hair from all the friction. Apparently, Einstein-hair is one of the side effects of shipping these boys. Another is a high tolerance for muscle tees with nonsensical slogans on them. Even the opposing friends are averting their gazes from all the sexual tension these two are emitting. I guess unlike us, they all value their perfectly coiffed hair.

After much ado about divvying up the bus stop workload, Wai annoyingly comments that if anybody can't carry their weight it’s the engineers which offends Korn and a kerfuffle nearly breaks out. Waisel- just shut your yapper, nobody even asked you and Korn- quit giving him the satisfaction of reacting. Good grief! These boys have turned me into a hall monitor. Ever the mediator, Pran stops their antics by deciding one group will take the even days and the other will take the odd.

At the bus stop site, Wai once again feels the need to whine about the untrustworthy engineers. In a surprisingly sweet move, Pran gallantly defends Pat and assures his friends that Pat is a man of dignity. Aww Pran, that’s right, defend your almost-man. And isn’t it rich of Wai to call out Pat? Somebody get this weasel a mirror. I’ve had enough of his nostril flaring. Was he a bull in a previous life?

I'm adding pouty Pran to the list of best Prans, because look at this face y’all.

After Pran's emphatic defense of Pat's character, we cut to a hilarious scene of Pat apologizing to Pran for his friends not showing up for bus duty. Opting instead to attend a last-minute music concert. Pran rolls his eyes and asks why Pat didn’t keep them in line and Pat’s response is I was too busy dancing at said concert. Pran’s face in response is its own meme. One that rhetorically asks murdering your literal neighbor is still considered a crime, right? Even if he’s asking for it?

Pat comments that if everyone were as eager to work as they are to fight, the bus stop would already be built by now which sparks a lightbulb in Pran’s head. Together he and Pat scheme to have their friends compete in a one-upmanship with taunting notes left at the site for each other. I really must applaud Pran here, the idea is genius. And credit to Pat for giving Pran the nudge to come up with it. They're truly the best partners-in-manipulation. Foreshadowing to future events? Why, yes, the show thanks you for noticing.

The bus stop crew meet at the site for an interview with the school paper. Pat’s gang shows up overdressed in matching slacks and ties. They look like waiters ready to pass the hors d'oeuvres at some catered event. Pran looks on mockingly, but we see you ogling Pat, bro, don’t deny it. He can’t resist commenting that Pat’s shoes are particularly shiny and Pat volleys back that Pran sure is one to talk as he reeks of cologne himself. Sir, I think that’s just his natural pheromones triggering you. I love that they’re openly flirting in public now and with their friends within earshot, too. These two are blatantly ignoring any warning sirens of danger, Will Robinson, and we’re here for the delicious play-by-play.

We're treated to a slow-mo entrance of a pretty girl running up to the group. Cue the flashback informing us that this is their former high school classmate, Ink. She’s there to photograph the bus stop for the school paper. Pran gives Pat a panicked look, which Pat immediately picks up on and scuttles Ink away from everyone. Pran’s face is a myriad of feelings, there's his obvious concern about being busted for hiding their past but also something else, something deeper. We are picking up heavily on that something else.

Look at Pat’s body language here. This doesn’t strike me as someone who is joyfully reunited with his high school crush?

Off to the side, Pat explains to Ink that he and Pran’s faculties have deep rivalries, and nobody knows of their shared history. He asks if she can keep this information to herself. Ink is willing to play along but not before extracting a price for her silence. Poor Pat is weary of what this entails and honestly so are we.

It’s nighttime and the engineers are practicing for an upcoming rugby match against the architects. Korn teases Pat about Ink and asks if he knows her. Pat plays it off that he was just seizing his chance to talk to her alone. Korn then makes an offhand comment that has the entire fandom hyperventilating: I thought you said you liked someone in architecture. Um, excuse me??? Come again? I need to replay this. Assuming this isn’t lost in translation, it’s curious that Pat neither denies nor corrects Korn here, he merely says, you call yourself an engineering student? Why are you now defending the architects? Ugh. Pat is being frustratingly evasive. Answer the guy’s question!

Their chitchat draws the ire of the coach and they’re punished with running drills. Seriously? That’s it?? You’re going to drop that bomb on us and then just run away? Damn you, show. Insert gif of Arthur’s clenched fist.

We cut to Pran outside using his phone’s flashlight while searching for his dropped earbud. He walks around adorably muttering to himself when he bumps into Pat fresh from rugby practice. Pran tells Pat to get lost, but Pat insists on helping him look. Even with something this simple, the two still find ways to bicker with each other. Pat doesn’t watch where he’s going and unintentionally steps on the very thing they’re looking for, because of course he does.

Holding the busted earbud, Pat is genuinely apologetic but Pran doesn’t hold back his irritation. He reiterates his mantra that every time they’re together, nothing good happens. 

Pran is back in his dorm when there’s an insistent knock at his door. It’s Pat coming to lend Pran his own earbuds. Pran initially refuses but Pat is clever and pokes at his competitiveness by saying he’ll need it for the music contest and to not use the lack of earbuds as an excuse to lose against Pat and the engineers. Pran finally relents, but we know that Pat only used the contest to get Pran to take the earbuds and I suspect that Pran knows this as well.

Pran is so distracted by Pat’s thoughtfulness that he lets his guard down which Pat takes as an opening to barge into Pran’s room. The two go back and forth about Pat’s sweat stinking up Pran’s place. And it’s like watching the most fascinating game of table tennis, ever. The way these two banter is like a competitive sport. Pat takes it a notch further by stuffing Pran's head inside his sweaty shirt, which eww. But how much do I love that they've now graduated from verbal foreplay into physical just like that. That it’s become comfortable for them to have their hands on each other. Pat has bulldozed his way into Pran's physical and personal spaces and our Pran’s defenses are visibly weakening.

To quote one Rory Gilmore, look at this butt-faced miscreant.

Pran has had enough and kicks him out. Also, can your voice get any higher pitched, my guy? I think that’s the most excitable I’ve ever seen you. How warm was it inside Pat's shirt? Are you feeling lightheaded? Do we need to do a temp check? He closes the door in Pat’s face but of course can’t resist another peek at the peephole. Pat stands outside his door and obnoxiously chants you knowww you want to let me in. Pran just shakes his head but not before his face blooms in a glorious smile of defeat. How does he make defeat look so sweet? He sits back on his couch and stares affectionately at the borrowed earbuds.

The next day, Pran heads to the campus coffee shop after class and happens on Pat and Ink. It triggers a flashback where high school Pran is waiting for his milk tea order when a passing Pat pauses on his way to music club and tells Pran he’ll see him there. Pran nods in response and immediately turns around and orders a second drink for Pat. Our hearts ache for the obvious hope we can see churning in his chest. Oh, sweet Pran. Can you imagine his trek to that music room? How his steps are a little more hurried? How he carefully holds both drinks in his nervous, sweaty palms? Only to walk in on Pat and Ink goofing off and Pran’s face morphs into something akin to being run over by an oncoming freight train. 

We’re back in the present, where history is repeating itself with Pran looking on as Pat teases Ink. The look on Pran’s face as he watches them is heartbreaking; it’s that damn freight train coming for him again. Just as his heart and bones are finally healing from the last collision three years prior. The show is telling us this is nothing new for Pran. He’s been here before, a spectating third wheel to his own life. And it hurts us something fierce because we can all relate. Unrequited love is a heavy burden, made worse when you’ve accepted it but it keeps jabbing you over and over with the reminder of what you can’t have. And it never stops hurting. It’s like picking at a barely healed scab again and again only to bleed anew, each time leaving a deeper scar than the previous.

We learn Ink’s price for her silence is Pat agreeing to model for her photoshoot. We also learn that he again skips bus stop duty to show up for Ink. Pran doesn’t know this and thinks Pat is skirting his responsibility to play with Ink. Once again proving to Pran that Pat chooses fun and games AND Ink over his promise to him. Only we know that Pat is doing this for you, Pran. He’s paying off her silence because you’ve made it clear you don’t want anyone knowing your shared history. It’s a version of noble idiocy that you can’t fault anyone for, the kind that hurts all parties involved.

We cut to Pran at his own rugby practice where he’s so distracted by his irritation with Pat that he tackles his opponent hard and hurts his shoulder. Pran is at Wai’s bar after practice when who should walk in for a post-photo session meal but Pat and Ink. Really? Do you guys have no other place to eat at? Did the curry spot, noodle truck, and all the other restaurants in the area suddenly get snapped by Thanos? Our Pran really can’t catch a break, can he? 

How Nanon manages to make heartache look stunningly gorgeous is beyond me. There’ll be no reenactment of Dawson crying by the creek for this guy.

He tries in vain to make a quiet escape, but Ink catches him. The face Pran makes when Ink tells him to join them is gut-wrenching. Pat pulls out a seat for him, but Pran bypasses it to sit next to Ink instead. The layers of this scene could rival that of the earth’s atmosphere. Pat looks at the chair he pulled out for Pran and presumptive understanding dawns on his face. Pran is pissed at him. Yes, but not for the reason you’re thinking, Pat!

Ink tries to engage the trio in small talk, bless her heart. We’re not sure if she’s oblivious to the tension or picks up on it and decides not to intervene, but Pat is curiously looking at Pran and Pran is valiantly looking back at him. Say what you will of Pran’s tendency to run away, but I applaud him here for meeting Pat's questioning gaze straight on. 

An unspoken conversation passes between them where both are using different interpreters. It’s reminiscent of that kids’ telephone game where you whisper a message in one person’s ear to another and once you’ve reached the last person, the message is so distorted that it barely resembles the original. That is what’s happening here. Pat is saying, I see you. You’re upset. Let me fix this. And Pran is saying, Do you? There’s nothing to fix. Because you and I are nothing to each other. And it’s Pran’s breaking heart doing the talking for him, only Pat thinks that it’s for another reason entirely and misinterprets everything.

It’s the smiling through the pain that breaks me. I’m breathless at how good he is at this, and it hurts me that he’s had years of practice.

This is an emotional trainwreck, one that is excruciatingly painful to watch, but also impossible to look away from. Ink asks if they’ll be facing off against each other in the upcoming rugby match; our boys’ eyes connect, and the small half smiles they give for Ink’s benefit is gutting. Ink wonders out loud which of the two of them she should root for, unintentionally pitting them against each other in a way that is wholly separate from anything that has to do with the rugby field.

Pat pushes the menu towards Pran and softly asks him what he wants to eat. He cares, Pran, he really does, we know you’re hurting but look beyond your broken heart right now and recognize that he cares about you. Please be brave one more time. But Ink chooses this exact moment to notice Pat’s P-bracelet because life is just that cruel to one Pran Parakul. Is that the sound of a train’s whistle racing forward in the distance?

As Ink marvels over Pat having kept the bracelet all this time, Pran is checked out and has a faraway look on his face. We’re shown a flashback of Pran watching Ink gift Pat the bracelet back in high school. This memory seems to be the final straw for Pran. It’s been a long day full of conflicting thoughts of Pat only to end with a tension-filled evening he didn’t ask for. Add to that, his stinging shoulder and Pran is just DONE with everything and everyone. He makes a flimsy excuse of only now realizing he has something to do and makes a hasty exit. Pat intuitively watches as Pran leaves.

Later in his dorm, Pran answers the door to a concerned Pat who is delivering the dinner he didn’t get to eat. Pran declines the peace offering and moves to shut his door, but winces as he inadvertently pulls his injured shoulder. Pat notices and nags him to treat it with medicine. 

Cut to the two of them sitting on Pran’s couch with Pat adamant about treating Pran’s injury and the concern he’s showing here is a much softer version of Pat, one we haven't seen before. Pran gives in to Pat’s insistence and rolls up his sleeve, we see that the injury is a lot worse than we imagined. Pat applies the meds to Pran’s shoulder and the look Pran gives him says everything. He doesn’t bother holding back the clear adoration he has for him. It’s all laid as bare as the shoulder Pat is taking care of. Pat, open your eyes and SEE PRAN. He’s right there.

How blind can Pat be? Pran is absolutely gone for him and isn’t even hiding it here. It was a taxing day and this is a moment of weakness for our Pran – where his usual facade slips.

Pat tells Pran to be more careful, that they have a game in a couple days. Pran says they’ll have an advantage then; it’ll be easier for the engineers to win. Pat responds with zero hesitation that without Pran, where’s the fun? What’s the point of even playing if Pran can’t play? And GOD, this is so telling, isn’t it? Pat, make the connection faster my guy. You’re right on the verge of figuring it out. There’s a moment where Pat finishes treating Pran’s shoulder where their eyes meet over the small space between them, and the entire fandom collectively holds our breath as we implore both to just see each other.

Pat extends their time together by asking if Pran has any makeup remover. He wants to clean off the makeup from the photoshoot. Pran comments oh the one you did with Ink? Pat is surprised that Pran already knows. Pran says Pat posted it to IG, didn’t he want the entire world to know? Yet more foreshadowing to later in the series when Pat posts about their relationship on IG. This show is dropping crumbs everywhere and we’re here gobbling it up.

Pran hands Pat the miscellar cleanser but he’s clueless on how to use it, so Pran takes over and helps him. There is something incredibly soft and gentle about Pran cleaning Pat’s face for him. It's what you do for someone you love. Pat can’t help but tease Pran with cute dimples you’ve got there. If had your dimples, would I be as cute as you? A stunned Pran is speechless that Pat paid him a compliment so openly and easily, but credit to him for not dismissing Pat’s teasing as we’d expect him to, but instead volleys back what, these dimples? and flashes them cheekily. He then tells Pat that he’s sorry to break the news, but only he can have these super-cute dimples. He then shoos Pat away and only once the door is firmly between them does Pran reveal his totally blissed-out smile. He repeats his ritual of looking through the peephole for any last visage of Pat, smiling the entire time. Forget the meds, a dose of Pat is all he really needs.

You can physically feel the sigh through this screenshot. Nanon is just that good.

If it would please the court, we’d like to conclude our closing argument that these two are in love, your honor. They are no longer hiding their flirtation behind insults; they are outright flirting now. One claims he’s hot and the other did not refute his claim and now there’s face cleansing and dimple poking involved. Your honor, we would like to rest our case that these two are out here proving our argument for us.

It’s the day of the rugby match and Pran is alone on the bleachers when Pat joins him. He asks if Pran is fit to play and reaches out to ruffle his hair, only for Pran to wave him off. Satisfied that his shoulder appears better, Pat asks, what, you’re afraid people are going to think I’m flirting with you? Way to go straight for the jugular, Pat. And he proceeds to tease and poke at Pran some more, but it’s all halted by Ink and Jam showing up. Now that there’s an audience, Pran dismisses Pat back to his side of the field.

The match is underway with the engineers in red and the architects in green. Pat and Pran are the stars of their respective teams. They both try to outdo each other on the field to the surprise of absolutely no one. There’s a beat where Pran scores, runs back, and flick-salutes Pat with a devilish smirk and oh GOD, it’s so boss and HOT. Pran, we been knowing there’s a sexy beast hidden beneath those dimples, you should unleash him more often. Hit Pat when he least expects it and promise you’ll let us watch.

I’m completely convinced that P’Aof chose rugby for this script to feed us all the waist grabbing and manhandling, and oh man are we feasting. There’s another bit where Pat has the ball and Pran comes after him, hugging him from behind. Pat hands the ball off to Korn who proceeds to score, but Pran, too busy watching the action, hasn’t yet let go of Pat. And Pat, that bastard, teases him with hug me this tight and you might as well take me as your boyfriend and has the gall to WINK at him. Boy, please.

Pran takes a hard tackle and gets up rubbing his shoulder, it doesn’t escape Pat’s notice and he pulls Korn aside with a new game plan. Pat will cover Pran. Aww, Pat. We see you. Only it doesn’t go as planned. Pran has the ball, but Pat hesitates to tackle him and out of nowhere Korn comes in for the kill and Pran goes down painfully. Wai shows up, because of course he does, and menacingly stands in between Pat who is trying to check if Pran is okay. Waisel, calm your ass down. Pran is helped off the field and Pat approaches Korn demanding why he didn’t follow the plan, he said he had Pran covered. Korn is all like hell you did, I saw you hesitate, what the hell is going on with you, Pat?! Indeed, Korn surprisingly you’re asking the right questions.

Match over and without Pran, the architects are defeated by the engineers. Ink approaches Pran and consoles him that his team would have won if he were able to stay in the game. She then gifts him with his own P-bracelet, revealing that she wanted to give it to him back in 10th grade, but he transferred before she got the chance. Aww, Ink, you made them couple bracelets. You’re totally one of us! She helps him put it on and we see Pran working up the courage to ask her something. He finally does and this will forever be the bravest moment on the show for me.

Ink is surprised and peers at Pran, maybe she sees what we all know but does Pran a solid and doesn't let on. She tells him she only sees Pat as a friend, just like how she sees him. And we can all feel Pran's visible relief at her response. Oh, Pran. Your bravery moves me because I understand what this took from you. How you've watched Pat and Ink from the sidelines all these years. Never knowing if there was more going on, but always too afraid to find out. We’ve all been here in Pran’s shoes. Having accepted that our love is unrequited, but never quite willing to seal our own fate by confirming that the object of our desire is coveted by someone else. Someone we deem more worthy of receiving our love’s affection. Someone not us. It’s a disheartening state to find yourself in, this limbo of never being able to move on yet afraid of putting the nail in your own coffin by finding out.

Pran and Ink continue to sit on the bleachers chatting away, both failing to notice that Pat is at the other end watching their interaction with an unreadable expression on his face. We aren’t sure how much he’s overheard, but we’re certain that even if he caught the entire exchange, he’d somehow draw the wrong conclusion from it.

Later that night there is another knock on Pran’s door. We only need one guess as to who’s on the other side. Seriously, how many times has Pat sought out Pran in this episode alone? The boy simply can’t stay away. Make the connection already, dude. Isn’t it telling that you somehow always manage to end up in front of Pran’s door? Ask yourself what that’s all about.

Pran opens his door to reveal that Pat got him some meds for his shoulder. Pran turns him down saying he has his own, but Pat is insistent. He tells Pran that if he wants to return the favor, to let him crash in his dorm tonight. He forgot his key and Pa isn’t answering her phone. Pran, thinking that this is yet another Pat move, and honestly who can blame him? tells Pat to keep trying for Pa and shuts the door. 

Later, Pran looks in his peephole to check if Pat is really locked out of his dorm and finds a desolate Pat sitting in their hallway. It takes him less than 30 seconds to decide that he can’t leave Pat out there and opens his door to him. This is huge. Earlier in the episode Pran was very against Pat being in his space, going so far as to kick him out just for sitting on his couch. But here he is granting him entry and a place to rest his head for the night. How far he’s come. He opens the door with slight trepidation because he knows himself. He recognizes that he probably won’t get a wink of sleep tonight knowing Pat is breathing the same air, existing in the same space as him.

Pran is setting up a sleep mat for Pat on the floor next to his bed when Pat enters from the bathroom – shirtless. And there are abs galore, my friends, so much abs. Ahem, what are you doing, sir? Have you no mercy for Pran (or us?) Pran stares without making it seem that he’s staring, we gotchu buddy. Pat asks if he can just sleep shirtless and Pran quickly says no, absolutely not and tosses him a t-shirt from his hamper. He says he hasn’t washed it yet. Pat does a sniff test and declares it still smells great. Because of course it does, it smells like Pran – the scent of heaven to Pat’s nose. Pran’s face in response is hilarious as if he’s thinking what the hell is wrong with you? And what the hell is wrong with me (for liking you)? Pat promises to wash it before returning it and Pran says don’t bother that he’s gonna toss it out implying that he no longer wants it now that it’s been worn by Pat and Pat is all, awesome, new shirt for me then.

I think Pat has found his doppelganger in Pran’s emoji lamp.

Pran is trying very hard to school his face but seeing Pat wearing his clothes has to be doing something to his insides. The shirt he’s worn on his skin is now touching Pat’s skin. I suspect the whole declaration of throwing the shirt out was just for show, this shirt is something Pran is going to cherish for the rest of time. Just like the watch. The earbuds. The guitar. And anything else related to Pat.

Pat says he can’t sleep without his comfort object, Nong Nao, and looks pleadingly at Pran. I half expected him to ask if he can join Pran in bed and use him as a Nong Nao replacement, which yes, please! But Pran is all, don’t even think about it. And in your dreams. (In ALL of our dreams, really). He instead concedes to sharing some of his blanket/comforter with him.

Sometime later, both boys are wide awake staring at nothing in particular. The awkwardness is deafening. Pat is the first to break the silence and asks if Ink gave Pran a bracelet earlier and Pran pauses before responding that yes, she did, the same one she gave to Pat. After several beats, it’s Pran’s turn to break the silence with can I ask you something? Pat responds that he also has a question that he wants to ask Pran. They both seem to already know what the other is wanting to ask. Pran insists on Pat going first. After some hemming and hawing, Pat blurts out do you like Ink? There’s some back and forth of you answer first, no I asked you first, so you answer, they then decide to both answer at the same time on the count of three.

We know Pran’s answer is a resounding no, but we’re not expecting for Pat’s answer to be yes and neither is Pran judging by his reaction. It’s like the air is completely sucked out of his lungs upon hearing Pat’s yes. He’s drowning and can’t even outwardly react because Pat is RIGHT THERE. Pat sighs in relief and actually says the words what a relief! He thought they were rivals for the same girl. Oh Pat, you stupid, clueless idiot.

Where Pran draws the strength to ask if Pat has confessed to Ink yet, I’ll never know. His eyes are flooding with unshed tears, and I just want to smack Pat here, and not affectionately either. Pat responds that he hasn’t yet and asks Pran if he thinks Ink would like him. Pran gives a deprecating chuckle and says how would he know? Pat gets up and leans over the side of the bed and asks If you were her, would you like me? Pran answers with all the life preservation he has left in him, someone like you? What’s there to like? As if he doesn’t already have a long running list of all the reasons why he’s already gone for Pat.

Pat says there are many things and proceeds to list them out. He was a drummer in Pran’s band, he prevented Pran from getting beaten up by Korn and the gang, he helped him get that sponsorship for the bus stop, he kept his guitar for him. And here P’Aof attempts to put us all in our deathbeds by complementing Pat’s narration with Pran’s own montage of all the things Pran already knows and loves about Pat. The Christmas concert where Pran sings but only has eyes for his drummer, the world’s one and only handsome guitar pick, Pat saving the day with the 100% eco-pitch, the bus stop role playing, and finally the return of his guitar. The list goes on and Pran’s chin wobbles as he holds back the dam that’s threatening to burst. How he holds all his emotions in check, I have no idea but this moment right here cements what we already know – that Pran Parakul is the strongest person on this show bar none. To endure this much and for this long. There is no one, absolutely no one, who can hold a candle to him.

Let’s face it, Pran knew there was little chance of Pat reciprocating his feelings, but Pat’s actions leading up to all this said otherwise. The dimple poking? The I think you’re cute? The if you’re not playing, then where’s the fun? The constant checking and rechecking of Pran’s shoulder injury? The incessantly showing up at Pran’s door. What are you even doing, Pat? And now you’re asking if Pran were Ink, if he’d like you? I don’t blame Pran’s response here at all. As hurtful as it is, and as much as we know that it’s a lie, it’s Pran’s only life raft at this point and he’s choosing to SURVIVE behind his I... hate you. After telling this emphatic lie, he rolls over and away from Pat.

A stunned and hurt Pat pulls away and talks out loud, almost to himself, that he has many good qualities. That even he likes himself. Well, good for you sir. We’re happy for you, but can you please shut up now? He further digs Pran’s grave by saying good luck finding someone half as good as me. Oh, you ass, this is emotional torture. We implore you to stop talking. Finally done saying his piece, he lies back down.

Noting the silence, Pran rolls back over and looks at Pat. Then P’Aof murders us by showing a close up of Pran as he looks Pat’s way. He has tears in the corners of his eyes. And there it is. Our sweet Pran has given into his pain and quietly shed his emotions no longer able to hold them at bay. He watches as Pat sleeps and the look on Pran’s face is so openly fond and endearing belying the hurtful words he said to Pat just moments earlier. I want to reach into the screen and just wrap him in a protective cocoon and tell him he’s done good. That he can rest now, that Pat is an idiot and will figure it out soon. 

Pran continues to watch Pat to his heart’s content. All those times he wanted to stare but had to pretend that he wasn’t. All the mockery and insults that he had to hide behind is quieted as he just stares and takes in his fill. He can’t help the small smile that peeks through. Everything about this moment is Pran being honest with himself when no one is there to call him on it. He doesn’t bother to hide his longing for Pat but instead gives into it, just for this small breadth of time and it feels so private and personal that we can’t help but feel like we’re intruding. 

He finally looks away and shakes his head, wipes at his tears, and then yanks all the bed covers off of Pat. That’s right, the boy doesn’t deserve any of that warmth. Not tonight. Our Pran turns over to his side and we're left wondering how tear-soaked his pillow will be come morning. Life doles its cruelty out indiscriminately and unfairly, but damn it feels like Pran has suffered more than his share. 

Chemistry based off of eye contact alone? These two have it in abundance.

And with that heaviness, we conclude our fourth hour with our boys. Let’s get some of the lighter points out of the way first. I think P’Aof landed at just the right amount of screen time for the friends. I didn’t find them as grating in this episode as in the previous ones maybe because their screen time was limited and therefore more tolerable. The focus of the story has shifted to Pat and Pran’s relationship, as it should. The show is telling us to buckle in, we’re no longer in the build-up phase, we’re about to enter the main story and based on this episode’s ending, I’m not sure that our hearts are prepared for what’s coming.

I like how Ink was introduced and everyone’s first inclination was to be up in arms at her sudden appearance. We’re so used to a third-party foil that we were all ready to sharpen our knives and pitchforks in defense of Pran. I absolutely love that P’Aof and his team quickly put our fears to ease by subverting all our usual expectations. Ink wasn’t introduced to be a villainous foil but more the catalyst to push our boys out of their comfort zone, especially Pran. If Ink hadn’t shown up, we can safely assume that Pran would continue loving Pat from a distance and never really doing anything about it. She also serves as the catalyst for Pat as well, but in the next episode. Ink is out here flexing her ability to push people to confront themselves simply by existing. We stan this girl.

I love their friendship. There’s a genuine mutual fondness here. No wonder Pat was worried he was losing Pran to Ink.

And how great is Ink? She has to know or at least suspect Pran’s feelings for Pat, but she respectfully keeps it to herself. How much do I love that she treats Pran’s question with dignity, but also keeps it light with her teasing. She focuses on teasing Pran and less on the real reason why Pran is asking. She has to know the amount of courage it took for Pran to ask, and rather than laugh him off, she studies him and assures him that there’s nothing more than friendship on her end. And the couple bracelets? Have I mentioned how much we stan this girl?

The parents didn’t play a role at all this episode, and I didn’t miss their presence one bit. There’ll be plenty of time for all that later. P’Aof is showing us Pat and Pran on their turf – at university surrounded by all their friends. He’s detailing the gradual changes to Pat and Pran’s relationship and how they handle these external factors before he pulls in the parental drama. In a way, he’s giving us a reprieve though never letting us forget that there’s a much larger obstacle waiting on the horizon. He’s working at establishing Pat and Pran as a united front in preparation for when the parents enter the picture. I, for one, am going to enjoy all of this parent-free drama for as long as we can.

Their eyes are always looking for each other even in a crowd of people.

I love that we’re shown how the boys are different when alone with each other. Without an audience to dictate their behavior, there’s less of a wall for Pat to scale to get to Pran. This is an especially noted change for Pran who is clearly concerned with people finding out that they’re more than mere faculty rivals. How far has Pran come from not even allowing Pat to sit on his couch at the beginning of this episode, to giving him a safe haven and a place to rest his head at the end? We can see that Pran’s defenses are on shaky ground as tornado Pat picks up speed and sweeps him away. Resistance is futile, kind sir. We all eventually succumb to the whirlwind that is Pat. It’s only a matter of time.

The flashbacks revealed so much this episode. We were fed a lot of background on their high school days. But keep in mind that we’re seeing all this through Pran’s perspective and he’s remembering it through the lens of loving Pat from afar. How reliable is Pran as a narrator? Is it possible that he read more into Pat and Ink’s interactions than both Pat or Ink felt themselves? I think Pran uses what he sees and remembers as an excuse to keep Pat at arm’s length. There’s less chance of getting his hopes up this way by creating that emotional barrier between himself and Pat. He’s convinced Pat can never feel for him the way he wants so having Ink there as a stand-in-between is convenient, if foolhardy. So, when Pran asks Ink if she likes Pat and learns that her answer is no that tempered hope dangerously re-ignites for Pran. And it was probably everything he was trying to avoid, but still had to know.

I want to touch on Pat showing up at Pran’s door consistently bearing gifts. In this episode alone it began with the earbuds, then the chicken dinner delivery, and then the meds for his shoulder. Even before this, he hangs onto Pran’s guitar for years waiting for an opportunity to return it to him. And it doesn’t even have to be at Pran’s door, Pat insists on helping him look for the dropped earbud, he’s adamant about treating his injured shoulder, he pushes the bar menu at Pran and asks him what he wants to eat, he tells Korn that he’ll cover Pran in the rugby match, he delivers food after Pran leaves because he doesn’t want him to go hungry. This is a recurring theme of Pat looking out for Pran in big and small ways. He likes feeling needed and useful to those he cares about; he’s a caretaker by nature and a fixer by environment, but also, this gives him a reason and excuse to see and spend time with Pran which is really at the heart of Pat’s desire though he doesn’t recognize it yet.

If all these acts of service and making himself a ‘necessity’ to Pran isn’t a metaphor for Pat offering himself, and his heart, to him then I don’t know what we’re even doing here. Notice that Pran consistently declines whatever it is Pat is offering – his gifts, his help, and his time – why? Pran doesn’t want to owe Pat. We’ve seen that he had to psych himself up just to say a simple thank you. Pran grew up learning to be independent by way of self-efficiency, this is in part due to how he was raised but also if you don’t rely on anyone else, then no one can let you down, right? 

Pran, an only child, grew up friend-starved, he never needed to depend on anyone but himself. We see this in his friendship with Wai where Wai is the one who constantly takes and Pran is the one who gives. One might say that Pran doesn’t know any other way of being so doesn’t recognize that what he has with Wai is emotionally abusive at worst and a lopsided friendship at best. We also see it in the way Pran automatically assumes the role of leader in his friend group, taking on the bus stop rebuild when he had no obligation to do so. He doesn’t know how to be the one who leans on someone else. 

So, here comes Pat who not only wants nothing in return, other than to prolong their time spent together, but also voluntarily sets himself as a stalwart companion for Pran, someone he can look to and depend on. Our Pran doesn’t know what to do with this change to his routine and way of life. He’s perfectly fine with Pat owing him (recall the debt extracted for saving Pa), but doesn’t know what to do with himself when the roles are reversed. 

Now let’s look at this from Pat’s side. Does he feel that he needs to make himself worthy of Pran’s friendship? Even when helping him with the bus stop, there’s a sense that Pat feels he has to prove himself useful to Pran so that Pran would find reason to keep him around. I blame Ming who shows his love and affection only when Pat brings him good tidings, that he scored well on an exam, made president of his faculty, is a star athlete, top of the food chain. He doesn’t show Pat that he loves his son just because he’s his son, no strings attached or accolades necessary. This measurement of perceived value by delivering good marks and deeds has got to be deeply ingrained in Pat after all these years. It’s something he and Pran would need to work at fixing – that Pat doesn’t need to bring gifts or show excellence to be loved. Pat needs to recognize that Pran loves him just as he is, chaotic goof and all and not because he does things for him. That Pran’s love is not a tradeoff and can’t be bought. It’s freely given because of who Pat is, not because of what Pat can offer. 

In that same vein, it’s curious that Pat lists all the reason why Pran (as Ink) should like him but fails to realize that none of the things on his list were even done for Ink? In fact, most of them happened when Ink wasn’t even around. What’s that about, Pat? Are you being willfully blind to your feelings for Pran? Or are you unconsciously testing the waters by asking Pran if what you’ve done is enough, can be enough for him to love you?

We assure you, Pat, it’s more than enough. He loves you despite all your flaws. He’s witnessed them all and still loves you anyway. You only need to open your eyes and see it. 

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Thank you as always for reading and reliving EP4 with me. Next up, Pat experiences an awakening as we shift from Pran’s point of view to that of our favorite engineer. I hope you’ll stick around for it. I’ll try not to go so long in between updates this time. For those who may have been worried that I would abandon this post series, fear not, I fully intend to see this through completion. I’m afraid you're stuck with me and my ramblings for the long haul.

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how would Niragi and Chishiya react when they learned that s/o have a child in the real world? if they stayed together in the real world, how would they act as stepfathers?

A/N:

Hello! Sorry for the delay. But, as soon as I became available, I got to work on this immediately. This isn’t much, but I do hope you enjoy this!

I might do like a different story on how they would act as Step-fathers on the real world since this was borderland based.

 Thank you so much for the request!

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 How would Chishiya and Niragi react if they found out that their s/o has a child in the real world? And how would they act as step-fathers?

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CHISHIYA

 As Chishiya approached you, he noticed that somehow you were sad, something is bothering you. To be honest, Chishiya didn’t know you well, he only knows whatever you have shown him during your time on the Borderlands. You would spend you time thinking on the roof since, Whenever your with Chishiya, he’s just calm and  the roof is quiet and it’s far from the chaos that the beach has.

“Hey…” Chishiya called out to you, you were startled, but otherwise happy to see him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m just remembering something important.” Then you went quiet, Chishiya looked towards the scenery of towers, “I… I haven’t been honest to you… We have been seeing each other for months now, but I haven’t told you something about me.”

His gaze went to you, curious eyes probing you for answers, “I have a child in the real world. I mean… Twins.”

Chishiya was taken aback, “I’m sorry, but what?”

“I have kids in the real world, one boy and one girl. I’m currently thinking on where they are now. I’m worried… because the last time we spoke, they were crying because they are being bullied because they don’t have a father that they can show and they are being bullied because of their looks as well.” You said, almost tearing up, “And now that I am stuck here, I don’t know how to reach them somehow. I could entrust them with my brother, but I don’t really know if he can give them the support that they need.”

Chishiya wasn’t the most caring person at all. He didn’t experience love from his parents at all, back when he was young. To see you like this, he admired you even more. To see a mother care for her kids even when she is in total danger because of the world that she is in is admirable.

“What happened with their father?”

You looked away, “He… cheated on me back when I was 8 months pregnant with my twins. He left me all alone to survive. I mean, I can’t really fend of the woman, since I wasn’t married to the father of my kids. I decided to take care of my kids myself. I took double jobs, one during the day and one at night. When they turned 3, I would send them to school and then get them in the afternoon, rest for a bit and get them to sleep, then leave for my 2nd job.” You told the man beside you,

Chishiya’s mind went dark, getting mad with your kids’ father, to leave you alone, pregnant with 2 kids and you worked 2 jobs, while the man was with his slut and they would just have fun banging each other. He can kill him if he could.

“I’ll be your kid’s dad.” Chishiya announced, which your eyes went wide, then your eyes went back to him,

“What?!”

Chishiya held your hand, “I can be your kids’ dad. I promise that we will get out of this world and I will take care of you and your twins…. Our kids. No need for you to work 2 jobs. I’ll take care of that. I know that I haven’t experienced a father’s love, but I promise to provide that in the best way I could.”

You smiled and cried. “Thank you.”

Chishiya smiled and hugged you.

  Niragi

 (Warning: Mature Scenes.)

 You were awoken by kisses on the back of your neck, you felt an arm encircling your waist pulling you closer towards the person beside you.

You realized that you were naked and the bed that you were currently in wasn’t your bed.

“Baby, wake up… I need you right now… Or do you want me to rail you while your sleeping.” You heard Niragi whisper,

“Niragi… Stop…” his hands were going everywhere. But after the sex that you did last night, it was hard to commit to somebody who was this sadistic and somewhat a womanizer. But; the alcohol went to your head last night and you forgot to stop yourself.

You were reminded by you twins last night, and Niragi was taking you in without him knowing what he has got himself into.

You heard Niragi snicker, “Why stop now? I have been following you for months, wanting and needing you. I think I have to get the months for sexual frustration out now.”

“I have kids.” You said, suddenly Niragi stopped, as expected for a happy-go-lucky person, he would stop as soon as he hears that the person he is ‘committing’ with has kids with her, He just went silent,

“Are you married?” he asked, you can hear the irritation from his voice,

“No, I am not. And if you are wondering if I’ll ever get married, No… I won’t marry that jerk. H—He cheated.” You said honestly,

“Is that why for the months that I have been trying to get you, you were so adamant to be with me?” he asked,

“Yes.”

You heard him sigh, “How old are they?”

“3 years old.”

You faced Niragi, who was now laying down facing the ceiling, “Can you tell me about what happened?”

With that you laid down flat, facing the ceiling as well, You placed your left arm to cover your eyes to remember and give him the complete details, “I was pregnant for 8 months, when my boyfriend left me for another woman. I was left alone pregnant with twins without any support. I went back to my brother. When I gave birth, I decided to take in two jobs, when they turned 3, I would send them to school myself. Oh…” you suddenly got silent,

“What?” Niragi suddenly asked, when he looked at you, your hands were already covering your face, he saw tears falling on the side, “What’s going on!?” he sat up and then he grabbed your arms and pulled you up suddenly, you’re still covering your face, now you were a sobbing mess,

“I… I’m worried with them now… “, you removed your hands on your face, as Niragi let you go, you brought your knees up to your chin, “I’m helpless… the last time I spoke with them, they were being bullied and they cried for my help. They said that they were being bullied because they don’t have a father and also because they look chubby. I told them that I would protect them… But; now I’m stuck here.” You cried even more, “What do I do?”

Niragi looked at you, suddenly his heart hurts for you, as a person you has been bullied his entire life, he was used as a punching bag by others, making him as their target points, he felt the need to protect your twins from any harm. He realized on how impactful it would be if they experience the same as he did.

His mother was coward, she didn’t even do anything to save him at all and his father was useless, an alcoholic, who didn’t do for shit.

You felt Niragi hugged your naked body, you hugged him back and continued to cry.

“Hey… stop crying now. “, you heard him, you felt his hand patting you gently on the head. “Once we get out of this country… I’ll protect you and your twins… I won’t let them get bullied. I won’t be like your dip shit ex… I’ll stay with you. I promise that we’ll be a family.”

You got out from his hug and looked him in the eyes, “You promise?”

“I promise… I won’t let go of you and our kids.” He said, you saw the honesty in his eyes…

Niragi brought his lips with yours…

With that, you felt happy and protected again as you slowly melt into his kiss.

[sacredsorceress]

Secrets (Two) || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: after your conversation on the phone, bucky returns home with sam and natasha to find that you’ve been kidnapped. everyone begins to discover that the super soldier has been lying to them for far too long.

a/n: second chapter! once again the first few chapters are pure angst, but you can find fluff on my masterlist below! reblogs/replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst, mentions of kidnapping, swearing, description of violence (the fight scene from ca:tws)

Prologue One

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“What do you mean your wife?” Sam asked, following Bucky into the hallway.

When Bucky didn’t stop walking to answer his question, Sam’s hand landed on his shoulder, forcing him around to face him.

“Buck, man, what’s going on?” He asked. “You’re married?”

Bucky snatched Sam’s hand in his, yanking it off of his shoulder. “Yes, I’m married and no, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell anyone. Can I go now?”

Sam stared at the man in front of him. Although he had apparently not known him well enough to know that he was married, he had known him long enough to recognize that underneath his tough exterior he was scared.

There were very few times that Bucky Barnes was genuinely scared and the fact that Sam could see the feeling etched on his friend’s face now, terrified him.

“Buck, whatever it is- let me help you.” Sam said.

Usually Bucky would have handled it himself. He had been handling his problems- his secrets- for years in his own, but as he thought about you and possibly even your children in danger because of him, he knew he would have to take all the help that he could get- not for his- but for your sake.

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As soon as Sam stopped the car outside of Bucky and yours shared home, Bucky swung open the door of the vehicle, pulling a gun out of the holster at his side with Sam quickly following behind. With no sign of any unknown vehicle in the driveway, Bucky swung open the front door of your home.

“Y/n?” He called. “Rebecca? Grant?”

When he heard no reply, he felt his heart drop into his stomach and his hands begin to tremble. You had to be there. His family had to be there- safe and sound. If you weren’t... if something had happened to you all because of him... he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Remembering what he had told you on the phone, he jogged towards the basement door, pulling it open and rushed down the stairs, Sam close behind on his heels.

As soon as he saw the rug on the basement floor he threw it to the side, swinging open the hatch he had hidden in the ground.

Being met with his children’s faces staring back at him, he breathed a sigh of relief, slipping the gun back into the holster. He reached out his arms, pulling his daughter from his son’s grasp into his own and reached out his hand to pull his son to his feet on the ground above the crawlspace.

“Oh my God.” He heard Sam say from beside him. “You have kids? What.. what haven’t you been telling us?”

He felt guilty as he stood there, both of his children in his arms. Sam was his best friend since Steve’s passing and had done more for him than anyone else possibly would. He felt guilty standing there, knowing that he had not only been keeping secrets from him, but from you too. He had been burying the truth from everyone for so long and he felt idiotic for not realizing that it would eventually come to the surface.

Before he could say anything however, Sam softened, kneeling before the boy stood at Bucky’s side.

“Hey buddy.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m-”

“You’re Captain America!” Your son exclaimed, pulling his tumb out of his mouth- a habit you and your husband had tried to break him out of years ago, but that he still slipped back into when he was nervous.

A smile stretched across Sam’s face at the fact that the child had recognized him. Pushing himself up and onto his feet once again, he pointed at your son.

“I like this one.” He said to Bucky.

Without an answer, Bucky handed his daughter over to Sam who took the young girl in his arms. Your husband kneeled in front of your son now, placing his hands on either of his shoulders.

“Grant,” He said. “Where’s your mom?”

He felt awful as he watched the young boy slip his thumb into this mouth once again, just now noticing his tear-stained cheeks.

“I- I don’t know.” He told his father. “There was yelling and- and-”

“And what, bud? What happened?” Bucky asked desperately, feeling his heart race in his chest, praying that nothing had happened to you.

“I- I think they took mom.” He said finally.

As soon as he had heard the confirmation from his own son’s mouth, he stood up and began pacing the room before rushing up the stairs, Sam calling after him as he did so. When he reached the top of the staircase he couldn’t help but tug at his own hair, pacing back and forth, thoughts of you running through his mind.

You were taken because of him. It was all his fault. He was the one they wanted- not you, but you got caught in the crossfire because you cared about him- because he didn’t tell you the truth. These people came in here looking for him and they took you. You didn’t deserve to suffer because of his past or because of his mistakes. He couldn’t bare the thought of you spending a minute with people who would do anything to get back at him.

“Barnes?”

Being pulled out of his own head he turned and saw Natasha Romanoff standing in the doorway.

“What- what are you doing here?” He asked, suddenly aware of how fast his heart was beating- so much so he could barely take a breath to speak.

“Wilson texted me when you guys left the Compound.” She said.

Just as she mentioned him, Bucky heard Sam come up from the basement, both of his children in tow.

Natasha glanced between Bucky and the two children attached to Sam’s hip.

“What-” She began. “Wilson said you were married, but...”

Too consumed in his own mess, Bucky didn’t even bother explaining the situation to the woman standing in the doorway, instead just continuously tugging at his hair, willing himself not to fall apart.

Watching the scene unfold, Sam was the first to speak.

“Alright.” He said, turning to Natasha. “Why don’t we take these kids back to the Compound. They’ll be safe there.”

Although he said nothing, knowing that his children weren’t safe in his own home because of him made Bucky sick. He moved over to the couch, falling back onto it.

“Okay.” Natasha nodded seriously at Sam before turning her attention to the young girl in his arms, smiling. “Hi hon. Why don’t you come with Auntie Nat?”

Natasha reached out her arms for the young girl and she immediately fell into them, grasping at the woman’s shirt and laying her head against her shoulder.

“I think she likes me better.” Nat joked to Sam who rolled his eyes in return.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam.” Bucky finally spoke up from his seat on the couch, hand over his eyes. “She likes her mom better... everyone likes her better.”

The two Avengers gave each other a look, silently communicating their concern for the super soldier in the other room. Although he had been known as the grump for a good expanse of time, they had never seen him so miserable or so lost in despair- even after spending eighty years as a brainwashed assassin.

“What’s your name?” Natasha asked the young girl, taking her tiny hand in hers.

“Becca.” She replied.

“It’s Rebecca.” Your son corrected her. “I’m Grant.”

She smiled patting the boy’s head. “Hi Grant. I’m Nat.”

“Grant?” Sam asked, glancing at Bucky. “Isn’t that Steve’s middle name?”

Hands still over his eyes, Bucky replied. “Yeah.”

A silence hung in the room for a brief moment.

“I um... I’m going to get these kids to the Compound, alright?” Nat said, guiding the children out the door. “I’ll be back soon.”

When Nat left the house, shutting the door behind her, Bucky sprung up from the couch. The only thing holding him back from rushing out the door was Sam stepping in front of him, laying his hands on his chest.

“Woah man- slow down.” Sam said.

“I have to go get my wife, Sam.” Bucky nearly shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Somebody took her! I have to get her.”

Sam felt his heart break in his chest to see his best friend so distraught in front of him. He understood- of course he understood. If anything like this had happened to his own family, he couldn’t say that he wouldn’t be doing the same thing, but Sam understood that despite Bucky’s feelings, nothing would get done without a clear mind.

“I understand that, Buck.” Sam said. “But you can’t help her if-”

“Somebody took her because of me, Sam!” He shouted. “This is all my fault! Don’t you see that?”

“Buck,” Sam attempted to ease him. “I know that, but she knew what she was getting into when she married you, man.”

At the sound of his words, Bucky allowed his hands to fall to his sides, the anger falling from his face as he looked down at the ground, ashamed.

Watching how quickly the rough exterior and fury had been drained from the man, Sam grew worried, backing up from Bucky.

“I mean- she knew, right?”

Silence.

“Buck...” Sam said slowly. “She knew... right?”

Silence.

“Bucky!” Sam shouted.

“I didn’t tell her!” Bucky finally shouted, shoving Sam away from him. “Are you happy? I didn’t fucking tell her about any of it!”

“Shit, Buck!” Sam shouted. “You lied to her! You lied to your own wife!”

“You don't think I know that?” Bucky continued to yell.

“Fuck!” Sam exclaimed. “How could you lie to your own wife about all of this!”

“I thought I was protecting to her!” Bucky replied.

“Yeah? Well look what you did!”

Bucky knew he was right. He knew this was partly his fault keeping this all a lie from you. It was wrong even before you had been kidnapped, but Sam pointing out the situation to him only reminded him further of how much he had completely and utterly fucked up.

Sam watched as the anger drained from Bucky’s face once again and he felt that he had gone too far. He was no doubt furious that Bucky had kept his life a lie not only from his team, but from his own family- hurting innocent people such as you along the way without even realizing it- but he understood that making Bucky feel like shit about it wasn’t the way to handle the situation.

“Buck-”

“Forget it, Sam.” Bucky said. “You’re right. You don’t have to apologize. This is my fault.”

“That doesn't matter now.” Sam said. “What matters is getting her back. We’re going to get her back.”

“You don’t have to do this for me, Sam-”

“I’m not doing this for you.” Sam sighed, shaking his head at who he thought was his best friend. “I’m doing this for her.”

-

When you woke up again, you were overwhelmed with the feeling of your right temple throbbing. Opening your eyes you took in the dingy, wide room surrounding you. Attempting to move, you felt the rope tying your hands and ankle to the chair you were sitting in, burning your skin as you struggled in its grasp.

“Hello?” You called, your voice echoing throughout the wide room. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Barnes.”

At the sound of the familiar voice you leaned back in your chair, just now noticing the balconies hanging over the room, your eyes catching the figure standing above you on one of them.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“Old S.H.I.E.L.D operations camp.” The man told you as he climbed down a flight of stairs from the balcony to the floor your chair was sat on.

“S.H.I.E.L.D?” You asked. “What does that have to do with me? What does any of this have to do with me?”

“You know, Mrs. Barnes,” He said, strolling up to you, hands behind his back. “I feel sorry for you... really... I do. I pity you for living in the lie your husband has held you in for so long... it’s sad really. However, you should consider yourself lucky to not know your husband. The rest of us aren’t so lucky.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

You were exhausted, cold, scared out of your mind and you were tired of not understanding a single word this man said.

“What does this have to do with my husband?” You asked, the memories of the conversation you had in your home flooding back into your mind. “Who’s the winter soldier?”

As you asked the question, the man finally moved his hands from around his back, a tablet in hand.

“As I’ve explained to you, Mrs. Barnes,” The man said, pulling up the tablet in front of him. “Your husband is the winter soldier. Your husband is James Buchanan Barnes, correct?”

“Yes,” You replied. “But I don’t see-”

Cutting you off, the man in front of you pulled the tablet up and began reading off of it.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes born March 10th, 1917-”

“1917?” You repeated. “That’s ridiculous-”

Without answering, the man continued.

“Known associate of Steven G. Rogers AKA the former Captain America.”

“You have to be joking.” You said. “1917? Friends with Captain America? You have the wrong-”

Rather than arguing you, the man held the tablet in front of you.

Just as you were about to scoff and once again inform the man of how ridiculous this situation was and that there was no possible way your husband could be the man he was looking for, you looked at the screen and saw a photograph of a man that was unmistakably your husband besides none other than Steve Rogers...  a photograph from 1942.

Glancing at the man in front of you back to the photo, you began to feel the pace of your heart quicken in your chest. Why did he look like your husband? Why is this man who you immediately recognized as Bucky in a photograph with Captain America from over 80 years ago?

“That can’t be him.” You said. “It- it can’t.”

Swiping the screen, the man displayed another photo for you- one of who you were sure was your husband beside not only Steve Rogers but the entire lineup of Avengers.

Watching the realization click in your brain, the man continued to swipe, photos upon photos of the man who you thought was your husband dated from the 40′s to just months ago.

“How... how did you get these?” You asked the man, feeling sick to your stomach, slowly coming to the realization that your husband had been lying to you all this time.

“There are many out there who are not your husband’s friend.” The man said.

“O- okay, why?” You asked, trying your hardest to come up with words when your brain became flooded with thoughts and memories- trying to comprehend how you didn’t know or why your husband wouldn’t tell you even after all this time who he really was. “Because he’s an Avenger?-”

“Because he’s a murderer.”

Before you could even comprehend his words, he shoved the tablet in your face once again, clicking play on a video displayed on the screen. You watched as a man with long hair, a metal arm and a mask over his face emerged from behind a vehicle, a gun in tow. The man pulled a grenade out from his waistband, throwing it underneath a car and you jumped as you watched the car explode on screen, seconds later a woman pouncing onto the soldier, trying her hardest to take the man out before being thrown off. When the soldier picked up the gun once again, you recognized the woman as none other than Black Widow, throwing some sort of device at the soldier, watching as his arm sparked and she quickly ran away.

You watched as she shouted for the civilians to get out of the way and you felt your heart race in your chest as you watched people escape from their cars, terrified of the soldier going after the Black Widow. Seconds later you watched as she felt to the ground, a bullet piercing her shoulder. You felt like squeezing your eyes shut, but you knew the man beside you would never allow you to do so.

Just as the soldier was about to take his final shot against the Avenger, Steve Rogers and his shield ran into view, going against the man with the metal arm, the bang of his metal fist colliding with the shield ringing in your ears. The fight didn’t end there as the soldier continued shooting at the former Captain America before they collided, each trying to take the other out- Steve Rogers with his fist and shield and the soldier with his knife.

Just as you were beginning to feel sick, wondering why the man was showing you the video you watched as Steve Rogers flipped the man over, and when he emerged, the mask had fallen from the soldier’s face.

Meeting each other face to face, you finally caught who the soldier was.

It was almost as if they were reading your mind when you heard his name.

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

You couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question.

[starglow-xx]

hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is there for a reason

[thatanimenerd101]

✨Arabian nights🌟

⚠️Warings: just fluff and friendship. No romantic

relationship between these two characters

Tamaki x male reader. It’s more of a gender neutral but I tried mg best to make it as masculine as possible. I’ve never written for a x male reader before so I hope this isn’t trash. Took me three days to write this and make it good. Well hopefully!

Aladdin AU

In a small town called Agrabah, two street rats lived together. A life of poverty, but they did what they could to survive. They have been friends since childhood but Tamaki was hiding something from his friend y/n.

“Hey Tamaki?” You looked up at your friend who was quietly admiring the painting you did of butterflies.

“Y-Y-Yes?”

“You’ve got that look on your face again. What’s on your mind?” You questioned getting closer to him.

“Well…” he looked at you. “I’ve always wanted to be a chef in the royal palace. But that’ll never happen”

You patted his shoulder. “I know your cooking is good, but I’m proud of you for telling me. I’ll be here to support you.”

A few months later

“Tamaki! Look at this!” You shouted holding a small paper.

He was half asleep on his makeshift of a bed.

“Mhm?”

“This is your chance to become a chef!”

This definitely woke him up. His purple hair was in his face. “Wait, what?”

You handed him the clipping you found while “running errands”.

Opening in the Royal place for a personal chef. Come tomorrow for a competition of who can make the best dish.

“Wow y/n, but do you really think I can do it?”

“Yea, but you can’t go looking how you are now. Let me pull a few strings with my friends to get you the items you need.”

“I have my own knives, I made them myself a while back.” He put his hands in front of his face.

You patted his head. “Can I see?” He blushed and got up and pulled a rag out that must’ve had the knives on it. He unwrapped it and revealed a set of knives. They weren’t fancy looking, but they would work.

“Woah, Tama, that’s really cool looking! But you should get some sleep. The big day is tomorrow.” You smiled as you blew out the candles in your shared home.

The next day

Tamaki was all set to go to the palace, he was wearing a blue chef’s outfit along with a small hat. His hair was tied back.

The competition was brutal. The heat from the flames could be felt by the judges sitting a few hundred feet away.

You, unfortunately, weren't allowed in.

“Contests only, street rat. Go on boy.” The guard said.

Tamaki was making his signature dish. Curry. Sure it was simple but far well his favorite to make. The dish wasn’t just any kind of curry, but butter chicken curry.

There were eleven other chefs competing, all with different dishes.

When time was up, the judges tried each of the twelve dishes. Some were too spicy, others tasted awful. Somebody did not remember their recipe. When it was Tamaki’s turn the judges were astonished! The chicken was cooked perfectly. The ingredients just came together. Unlike any other dish they have tried so far.

After a huddle of whispering the judges finally announced the winner.

“The sultan’s new chef will be…Tamaki Amajiki! Congratulations!”

After about an hour of conversation about the details of the new job. He couldn’t take this job without you being apart of it.

“C-C-Can my friend y/n live with me in the palace?”

“Are they your assistant?”

“In the kitchen, yes.”

“Then yes they will get their own room, but you’ll share the salary.”

He ran outside to find you. “Y/n! Y/n!”

You heard him and ran to him and hugged him.

“So how did it go?” You asked practically jumping up and down.

“I won! This wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for you y/n.”

You smiled and rubbed your neck. “I told you I’d always support you.”

“I have a surprise for you!” He said with the largest smile on his face.

“What?”

“You are coming with me as my assistant. Men in the royal kitchen.”