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[inceptionpositivity]

@dbakeiro - HAPPY INCEPTIVERSARY!

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

Babe, you taking request because I got one based on this post 🥺 could you???

I GOTCHU BABE I hope this makes sense lol, I haven't been to a wedding since 2007 😬

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Chimney closes his eyes, smiling like he just can't help it, and tosses the thin slip of fabric into the small crowd at random.

It flies through the air gracefully, looking like it's headed right for Buck—or rather, right next to him, where Harry is uninterestedly standing, slouched even as it comes towards him. Trying not to think about the fact that it was just on Maddie's leg (gross) and that Chimney got it off with his teeth (even grosser), Buck reaches for it, his fingers almost grasping it when—

Eddie moves from beside him in a split second.

His body crashes into Buck's, one arm coming up to wrap around his waist as he stumbles almost into Harry. Buck can only watch, his hand falling, as Eddie snatches the garter from mid-air, their assembled family members hooting and cheering as Buck—totally unbalanced and too busy laughing—drops to the ground, dragging Eddie with him.

They collapse into a heap on the grass. Somewhere, Chimney calls out, "Damn, Diaz!"

And, well, if he's gonna have Eddie pressing up against him, he's not going to let the opportunity go. He kisses him, albeit briefly because Harry is still right there, not to mention Denny and Chris and the rest of their family. Pulling away, he chuckles, "You a quarterback now or something?"

"Nah, I just wanted to make sure we'd be next." He grins cockily before pushing to his feet, taking a moment to wave the garter around proudly before reaching down to help Buck back up.

Maddie and Chimney are unabashedly laughing at them when Buck looks over, and he'd definitely be embarrassed any other day, but they can have a pass just this once. (There's no way he could be upset at his sister's joy, even if it is at his expense.)

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he jokes, straightening out his suit.

Once they calm down enough to move things along, he and Eddie head back to their table, not worrying about Christopher too much—he's with the other boys near Athena and Bobby's table, he's fine.

Pressing their sides together, Buck says under his breath, "We aren't engaged, y'know."

"Yet. We aren't engaged yet."

And it's not like they haven't talked about it before, like Buck hasn't pictured all sorts of futures for them, but his mouth drops open a little anyway, his heart pounding. "Wait—you—are you—"

"Didn't wanna steal their thunder until after the wedding was over." His eyes are a little too intense for polite company, but Buck can't find it within himself to care when he sees the sincerity there. "Can you wait a few more days?"

"I'd wait forever," he says, too honest. Eddie smiles at him, sweet and a little lopsided, and shit—they're sitting with Albert, they can't be gooey around him, he'll make fun of them for sure. Clearing his throat, he glances down at where Eddie's still clutching the garter, and says, maybe a little too loud, "But we're giving that garter back as soon as possible."

[darlingandmreames]

Here I am once again enabling your writing and being as selfish about it as every other time because is it really enabling if it’s done out or self indulgence??? ANYWAYS— dream husbands + (not so) fake marriage:

I have almost definitely said it before but by god I will say it again: the funniest possible way to do the whole “fake marriage” trope would be like two people getting married so they can invoke the spousal privilege that lets them refuse to testify against one another in court. a couple of mobsters sweating bullets in a vegas wedding chapel so they aren’t compelled to rat on each other when the next heist inevitably goes sour

I am absolutely in love with this concept and it’s 100% A Thing now asjdsfks You’re the best enabler a local trash goblin could ever dream of ^-^ so this 100% deserves a long fic full of mutual pining and the two of them being idiots and it’s definitely going to get one because I have zero self control, but here’s a short snippet about how it all started.......

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Arthur leaned his head back against the cinder block wall with a frustrated sigh. This was bad. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d ended up in police custody, but it was the first time he’d ended up in custody with actual decent evidence against him. Maybe even a prosecutable case. If he could get out he could maybe disappear- he’d gotten very good at that over the years- but he couldn’t make bail without accessing…less than legal funds, which would be more than enough for them to remand him. But if he couldn’t make bail, he’d be stuck in custody until court, and that would complicate things. And if this went to court, he wasn’t getting out of it. Not easily at least. He just hoped Eames had managed to get away without being caught; he knew Cobb had but he wasn’t so sure about Eames. Things would get even more complicated if they were both in custody. The sort of complicated that could get them both put away for a couple of decades if they weren’t careful.

He and Cobb hadn’t even supposed to end up in the states to begin with. Cobb was still very much a wanted man here, so it simply wasn’t an option. Canada was certainly a risk- the physical proximity and ease of extradition made Arthur nervous- but it had been a good sounding job. Easy sounding, with a good payout. It’d gone south though, both figuratively and literally, and when they’d found themselves in Chicago Arthur had scrambled for a way to get Cobb back out of the country undetected. Eames had thankfully been finishing up a job in the area and offered to help with documentation, but not before the authorities had caught wind of the situation. Cobb had thankfully managed to get out before the raid, but Arthur hadn’t quite been so lucky. The charges he’d been arrested on certainly hadn’t been the worst they could’ve been- mainly aiding and abetting, accessory, and fraud- but they weren’t great either. And unless he managed to somehow get out of this cell, he’d likely be facing time for them.

He was, quite simply, fucked.

“Come on.” The sound of the cell door being unlocked pulled Arthur from his thoughts. “You’ve made bail.”

He looked over, surprised. “I…did?”

“Yep. Your husband put it up.” The officer stared at him with a bored expression. “Now come on. Unless you’d rather stay.”

Husband? Arthur couldn’t fathom who the officer could’ve possibly been referring to, but he kept his expression neutral as he stood up and walked out of the cell into the hallway. He was certainly confused but he wasn’t an idiot; this wasn’t the time to look a gift horse in the mouth by asking questions. If it got him out of jail for the moment, he could work with it. He’d figure out the details later.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into the jail lobby. Of all the people he thought he might’ve seen waiting for him, he certainly hadn’t expected it to be fucking Eames. There he was though, leaning against the lockers as casually as could be. He flashed a warm smile as he caught sight of Arthur and Arthur nodded slowly in return, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Bailing Arthur out put Eames at significant risk; Arthur knew full well he had several active warrants in the states. Unless he’d already been caught as well. But if that was the case, the most sensible thing for him to do was disappear, not get Arthur out of jail by pretending to be his fucking husband, which brought up a whole other set of questions on its own.

The officer behind the window slid him a bag filled with the belongings he’d had on him when he was arrested: wallet, keys, belt, notebook, three pens. No passport though. He frowned slightly at that; it wasn’t surprising, but it was annoying. He was going to have to use a different one to get out of the country anyways, but it would’ve been far easier if he’d had the original one as well. He sighed and collected his belongings, only half listening as the officer ran through the expectations for him while he was out on bail before walking over to where Eames was waiting by the door.

Eames leaned in and pulled Arthur into a quick hug, startling him. “Good to see you, darling. Glad I was able to get you out.”

“Right. Yes.” Arthur tried not to let his rapidly growing confusion show as Eames slipped his arm around his waist. “Good to…good to see you too.” He followed Eames out of the building, blinking in the sudden sunlight. They walked like that for several blocks, keeping up the appearance of whatever the fuck sort of cover Eames had gone with. It wasn’t until Arthur was confident that they were far enough away from the jail that they were likely only being watched from afar that he stopped, pulling away and finally letting his internal bewilderment creep into his expression. “Eames, what the fuck was that?”

“That was me getting you out of jail, darling, try to be at least a little appreciative. Though I’m sure I could return you if that’s what you’d prefer.”

Arthur stared at him. “What are you even still doing here?”

Eames grimaced, running a hand through his hair. “I got picked up too. They didn’t have quite enough to keep me in custody, but they managed to freeze most of my accounts and I’m pretty sure they have me under pretty close surveillance, so getting out of town is a tad difficult at the moment. Besides,” he shrugged, “I figured someone had to get you out of jail. And with Cobb jumping ship, that left me.”

“So you claimed to be my fucking husband?”

“Listen, I was just thinking ahead. We’re both stuck in this, at least for now, so I figured I’d get us some protection in case this got to court before we could get out of it.” He quirked an eyebrow. “They can’t make us testify against each other if we’re married. Spousal privilege and all. One of the few things you Americans do right.”

“Yes, thank you Eames, wonderful idea.” Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to wrap his mind around what Eames was telling him. He could already feel a migraine starting from the stress. This had already been an absolute fucking mess and Eames’ little ploy had just made it ten times worse. “Except for the fact that are aren’t actually married, which I’m sure will make us look great once the investigators find-”

“Yes we are.”

Arthur’s thoughts screeched to a halt and he looked up in confusion. “We’re what?”

“We’re married.”

He stared at Eames, dumbfounded. Was this what having a stroke felt like? Because that was clearly what he was having right now. “Eames, we’re not married.”

“Well, not technically, no. But I have all the necessary paperwork to argue to the contrary.” Eames shrugged. “I mean, it’s all forged of course, but as far as the US government is aware, you and I were legally married three years ago in England.” He gave Arthur an unimpressed look. “I know you don’t think highly of me, love, but you should at least give me enough credit to know I wouldn’t try pulling something like this off without the necessary paperwork backing it up.”

“Eames, we’re not married.”

“You and I know that but according to the authorities we are, so let’s try to keep it that way, yes? It’ll be better for both of us if we do.” Arthur continued to stare at Eames, trying desperately to think of something, anything, to say but drawing a blank instead. After a moment, Eames’ expression shifted to amusement. “Close your mouth, darling, or you’ll catch flies.”

Arthur snapped his mouth shut, pinching the bridge of his nose again. The beginnings of his headache came rushing back full force and he groaned. “I really hate you sometimes, you know that?”

Eames frowned. “Well that’s not a very nice way to talk to your very loving husband who just bailed you out of jail.”

“Eames, I swear to god…”

“Alright, alright, calm down, don’t have an aneurysm. Hopefully we’ll be able to get out of all of this before we really have to play that up. In the meantime, though,” Eames gave Arthur a somewhat sheepish smile, “I’m hoping you have a place here in Chicago, because I don’t and it might look a bit odd if we’re staying in separate hotels.”

Arthur sighed. “Yeah, I know a place.” It was technically one of Cobb’s apartments, but it would work well enough for them. It certainly wasn’t like Cobb was currently using it. He set off down the sidewalk. “I can’t believe you got us into this.”

“Technically it was Cobb who got us both into this lovely situation, darling, not me. I’m just trying to keep us both out of prison.”

Arthur groaned again. Christ, this was going to be a fucking mess.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Babe, honey, darling, querida, cariño— how much do you love me? Enough to write a little Buddie (9-1-1) prompt? Enough to write a Buddie fic inspire by this song???

Babe, sweetie pie honey bunch, sayang, cinta hatiku — I love you enough, yes ❤️✨ enjoy x

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When their lips meet, it is not to the sounds of cymbals and angel choirs. There’s no ‘ah-ha’ moment. None of the fireworks and magic spectacle Hollywood promises and every fairytale spins as the beginning of a happily ever after.

The second their lips touch, Buck was half-thinking about the whiskey on Eddie’s breath and how, wow, someone needs a shave. That exact moment it hits him that they’re kissing on the sofa while Chris was barely two minutes asleep in his own room, Buck reaches out to pull him in against him, the klaxon realisation that this was Eddie kissing him and isn’t running away when he begins kissing back, short-circuits his brain a little. 

Which is what he will blame for how Eddie is able to press him back down onto the sofa, a laugh catching on a rushed exhale when he surges up to chase Eddie’s kisses.

“You’re gonna be like that, huh?” Eddie chuckles, warm hands moving to gently caress him by the chest, cradling his face between palms reverently. 

Throwing his head back, Buck huffs, feeling the rush of their bodies pressed so tightly together. He holds Eddie’s gaze steadily even if his stomach somersaults into itself at the way those eyes held promises that he will get to keep. “If it means I’m gonna be yours, then yeah Eddie, I’m gonna be like that.”

When their lips meet again, it is to the quiet hum of the neighbourhood settling in for the night. The television is on some old rerun of Adventure Time and their breaths tangle and mix as two kisses become three, become more. 

The second they have to pull away for heady gasps of air between quiet laughters peppered into the spaces from where one peck becomes a sweet slide of mouths to mouths and the knee-buckling pleasure of tongue to tongue, Eddie whispers, “I have wanted this for the longest time.”

“I think I have wanted this for forever,” Buck admits just as quietly.

Hands to cheeks, chest to chest, they stay that way for a moment more before Eddie shapes the words, “Come to bed with me” against the kiss flush corner of Bucky’s mouth.

“Yes.” Is the answer.

[qqueenofhades]

'ullo babe! So I am late to the fandom (again) I have spent the whole weekend going through AO3 Heartrender Husbands fics and I am running out of them— I just saw one of your asks about Ivan and Fedyor's dynamic and I wonder: pre-canon (show) how do you think Aleksander (the bastard, why do I even like him?) came to have a soft spot for Ivan (he has a soft spot for Ivan and that’s the hill I'll die on) and to begrudgingly respect Fedyor, also I want Aleksander to have front row seat to overprotective BAMF!Fedyor being a brutal killing machine, snaps his fingers and all of the hearts from their enemies on a 5 mile radius just stop because some idiot thought it a good idea to try and shoot Ivan from the back— I kinda want Aleksander to just come to Ivan and tell him “Now I see what you mean when you say Fedyor is scary”

Also, thoughts on Heartrender Family (Ivan/Fedyor raising Nina as their own)

First of all, I salute your dedication in reading the entire AO3 tag. I am sure that you have made many authors very happy.

We all wonder why we like Aleksander, other than he's pretty, trashy, goth, amusing to laugh at when he fails, and we kinda have a soft spot for his villainous bromance with Ivan. (Aleksander, to be clear, is the Villain; Ivan is just the Henchman, which is also an important role.) And I too am very fond of the headcanon that Fedyor goes from adorable to murderous in 0.2 seconds if you lay a hand on the husband, which is only part of the reason why I need them to run into the Crows, i.e. Jesper, again. I adore Jesper to bits, but I also want to see Fedyor and Ivan both be like AH. THERE HE IS. NEMESIS.

Likewise, anyone who is reading PEL can confirm that I have Many Feelings about Ivan, Fedyor, and Nina as some sort of weird family unit, whether just as queer Russian exile comrades-in-arms or something more. I do feel like Nina and Fedyor are friends in show!canon and I want to see them interact more aside from just the scene at the end of 1x08. I am not sure whether Ivan has any particular opinion on her, lmao, though they doubtless do know each other as fellow Heartrenders. She probably at least counts on the list of "People I Will Grudgingly Tolerate For Fedyor's Sake, Though If They Get Too Chummy They Are On Thin Fucking Ice."

That said, it is an adorable headcanon that I obviously do support for Reasons. So yes. Ahem. By all means. ;)

[camsthisky]

A little prompt to cure boredom: platonic roydick, Roy and Dick during a boring gala wrecking havoc and there should be a chandelier involved. Thank you very very very much

“I’m gonna jump,” Dick says, staring at the chandelier hanging across from him above the entry way.

It’s quiet out here. Chatter and laughter muffled from the distance of the ballroom Bruce is currently playing host in. Nobody besides Dick and Roy are around. Not even Alfred.

Dick smirks. It’s perfect.

“Oh my—do not jump,” Roy groans. “You’re going to get both our asses in trouble.”

“Am not.”

“Nuh uh,” Roy grits out, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t get to argue with me. You always get us in trouble.”

“Always is an exaggeration,” Dick dismisses. “Besides, I’ve done this before.”

“That’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

Dick bounces up and down on his toes, shakes out his hands, rolls his shoulders. The distance from the balcony where he’s standing to the chandelier isn’t that large, and like he told Roy, he’s done this before. He can do this no problem.

“Seriously, Dick,” Roy sighs. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

Dick snorts. “What’s Bruce gonna do? Ground me? Newsflash, Roy—I’m not twelve anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure that makes this worse,” Roy says with a sour expression. “At least if you were twelve you’d have the I’m-a-teenager-who-does-dumb-shit excuse. Right now, you’re just twenty-four aaaaaaaand there he goes. Goddammit, Dick!”

Dick laughs brightly as he jumps. He catches himself on the chandelier and uses his momentum to swing from the fixture to the opposite balcony. The chandelier sways dangerously, crystals throwing spots of light this way and that. And yet, it stays firmly attached to the ceiling.

“You wanna try?” Dick asks, eyebrow raised enticingly.

“I’d rather not end up in jail, thanks,” Roy says.

Dick laughs. “Too bad Wally isn’t here. I’d probably be able to get him to do it.”

Roy sighs loudly. “When did I become the reaponsible one?”

Dick cackles at that. “Like hell you have ever been the responsible one. That one’s on me and Donna.”

“You literally just jumped off a balcony to swing from a chandelier. How is that remotely responsible?”

“Uh, it’s my dad’s chandelier?” Dick shoots back. He walks back over to Roy. “I was testing to make sure it didn’t break again. Gotta have as many tools at my disposal as possible. What if there’s an attack on the house and I end up needing to use the chandelier, but I hesitate because I’m not sure if it would hold my weight or not.”

Roy sighs. “Honestly, how are you so completely like Bats and yet so completely not.”

Dick shrugs. “It’s a talent. You wanna go at the chandelier?”

“Dick, what the fuck.”

Dick only laughs. He’s missed messing with his friends.

[padfootprongslet]

Babe!!!!!!!!!! Random song that just hits right in the feels specially with the whole buddie drama going on and please don’t kill me: For Me, For Her, For You by John Adams —is the perfect song my from Eddie’s POV in unrequited/requited love and you can use it as inspiration for a prompter just to curse me under your breath— but it just gives me to many feels to handle by myself.

Why can’t it be like: “Hi, I'm Ana and this is my boyfriend Eddie and his husband Buck and our son Chris—”

Heya. While I’m not too interested in the prompt - I’m not in the mood for believed unrequited/triangles/or even the above scenario - the lyrics are definitely something interesting.

I've been falling for her While you've been falling for me You're asking for the space in my heart But my heart is no longer with me And I wish that I Could dry your eyes I wish I could love you Like I'm supposed to It could be easy

[letgraysonsheart]

Spotify unwrapped: 97

Wake up by EDEN! I only started listening to it in November so its pretty special!

Send me a number from 1 - 100 and i'll say which of my top songs from 2020 you are

[pandora15]

Spotify wrap: 97!

The 97th track on my playlist is:

Serenade for String Orchestra, Op. 11: III. Scherzo by Dag Wiren

This is actually part of a string serenade that my orchestra played in high school, and it’s really awesome!  Highly recommend :)

(Spotify - 2020 Wrapped Playlist)

[lady-stirling]

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Tagged by @dbakeiro :D Sorry for the delay, I was without a computer, on smartphone it’s more difficult :/ Buuut thanks for tagging me!

3 Ships:

Dickkory: Dick Grayson x Kory Anders (Obviously XD I still hope it'll be addressed again in the comics, the dynamics between them is great and wonderful to see, mainly in the series :)

Hournite: Beth Chapel x Rick Tyler (this one I met recently but has already gained space in my heart. They are absolutely adorable and I want to see how that plays out on the show)

Zutara: Zukko x Katara (This one is old and even today I feel a pain in my chest when I remember what it could have been. :/ But fanarts and fanfics still keep this ship alive in my heart.

Last song | Living In The Moment - Jason Mraz

Last movie | My dad loves westerns, so he made me do a movie marathon :( I don't remember the name, but it was definitely western.

Currently reading | Just a few one-shots that I find every now and then :/

Currently consuming |  Pineapple juice. And I love it! (I actually love all kinds of juice, so...)

What am I craving right now |  Probably my bed and a few hours of sleep :)

I’m tagging: @riseofnightwing @incorrect-titans-quotes @noaaacue @stefanotis @redjaybathood @teamcaptainamerica @ohheyalex @selinascatnip @realflyinggrayson @not-so-mundane-after-all-97 @blackloislane @mejacinta @spaceprincessem @koriandrgar @shrutithemisfit @gisakura12 @unknownunseenunheard @shilsvampsinger @light-miracles @respect-women-or-die @incorrect-titans-quotes @sleepyfangirl18 aaaaaaaaaand 

everyone who wants to do too! :D

[inceptionpositivity]

@dbakeiro - HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY :curls up in a burrito blanket with you:

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

So for my *counts on fingers* gazillionth prompt: Jason POV; that is of the traumatized brother that didn’t need to know his best friend [Roy] got head from his older brother [Dick] based on that one post we discussed. Extract from that one post: Thanks darling!

tysm for the prompt!! the setting up of the situation kinda got away from me lol but here u go! I just reblogged the post in question. also yikes I just realized….the supers could overhear this convo kdjhfkjsda whoops

as per the prompt, some language used is nsfw!!

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Jason feels…itchy, being around so many superheroes. For one thing, none of them seem to care that he’s there, which feels wrong after so many months of being seen as a villain. For another thing, he’s in the same room as the goddamn Wonder Woman. When he was a kid, it was easier to approach her, and of course she was always kind to him. She was their family friend, and sent him birthday cards, and he loved her like an auntie. But it’s harder now, for many reasons, and he’s left edging around the mass of heroes, simultaneously trying to figure out what the best way to go up to her would be, and how best to avoid her.

In his head, he knows that she forgives him. According to Donna (via Dick), Diana has even said so. He knows a lot of these people have. But still, it’s weird, trying to reconnect with her when she knew him before so well. Weird enough he wishes one of his friends were here so he could hang out with them until he’s allowed to go home, and just pretend he doesn’t even care that Diana is right there.

Speaking of friends…. 

He spots Roy at the edge of the crowd, figuring he’s his best bet. Roy always gets antsy at these things too. Maybe they can sneak out together, that would be cool.

Getting a little closer, he sees that Dick is leaning against the wall next to Roy, both of them looking away from him. No one’s around, just the two of them chatting lowly to each other. 

He and Dick have been getting on better recently, and he thinks maybe it could be fun to just hang out with them and talk for a while. It’s been a long, long time since he did something like that.

Except, when he takes another few steps, he gets close enough to hear what they’re talking about.

Dick says, sounding a little bored, “So… do you want a blowjob after this is over?”

Roy pauses at the same time Jason freezes, horror immediately washing over him. Then Roy sighs, and says, “Yes.”

Someone bumps into Jason—Booster—and apologizes, but Jason is totally unable to move. The mental images flashing through his mind leave him scowling and desperately trying to think of anything else other than his brother giving one of his best friends head. There’s never been a better example of way too much fucking information.

“You alright?” Booster asks, looking a little concerned.

“Peachy,” Jason manages, turning on his heel and stomping away. He’ll just find Duke somewhere in this mess and hope he can distract him.

send me prompts? 🥺👉👈

[darlingandmreames]

Spotify wrapped: 24

24. I'm Not Calling You a Liar by Florence + the Machine

shout-out to my inception big bang fic for getting multiple Florence songs on my 2021 Wrapped

[randomingoftherandomness]

'ullo! Have you considered writing Booker'r returned into the fold with Quynh, Andy has barely aged— I simply refuse the mere idea of Andy and Booker never seeing each other again. Song of choice: The Call, Regina Speaktor Thanks daralin'

Hello darling! Hope you like this as much as you liked the butts in the museum :D I may have gone off the prompt a little...

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Quynh has her eyes hidden behind those ridiculous bug-eyed sunglasses he had hoped would have stayed in the 1960s, seeming for all who is caring to look their way to be absorbed with tasting the flavours of her gelato. But Booker has been with her long enough to know now that this was just a front.

In anger, she is quiet. In longing, she drinks. In fear, she bites and claws and burns. In anxiousness, she eats.

Booker can relate. 

He bumps his knee to hers, holds that point of contact until she pushes back. He licks at his gelato, feeling the Venetian sunshine prickle at the skin of his neck and tries to think positively of how this will unfold. Andy had sent word earlier in the month of a rendezvous here in Venice right by the Grand Canal. 

Cutting through the throng of tourists all vying for that memorable shot was a struggle and a half but Booker finds them a spot to settle down and watch. They’re a whole two hours early, but if he knows anything about his family, they’ll have already been watching them from the moment they got off the train at Venice Santa Lucia. 

Quynh holds her hand out for a napkin and he fishes one out of her bag for her. She mutters a short thanks and they fall back into the silence between two people who have a million things to say but not to each other. 

Booker is uneasy. Every part of him screams for him to throw himself into running for as far and as long as he can until his lungs and heart and limbs gave out. He’s still a coward about many things and it helps that Quynh has threatened to stab him and dump him if he tries to leave her here to face Andy alone.

Her knee knocks against his and the pain blooms just for an instant, fading before he even has a moment to feel annoyed. She elbows him in the ribs and he sighs, some of the tension leaving him. Smiling shyly, he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. Here was the most dangerous woman he has ever known and he can’t leave her alone. He promised he wouldn’t and for her, he would be brave.

They toss the remnant of their cones into a nearby bin, settling in for a wait when Booker spots Andy walking towards them from the bridge. God, it’s as if she hasn’t aged a day since he last saw her. He feels Quynh stiffen up next to him and slides a hand into hers. 

“Hi,” Andy says when she comes to stand in front of them. Her eyes flicker between them for a second with an emotion Booker has never seen on her - Jealousy. 

Quynh squeezes his hand tighter. 

“Andy,” He nods, already spying Joe, Nicky, and Nile coming up behind her. “I see you brought the family.”

Almost imperceptibly, Quynh takes a half step forward, putting herself between him and them. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed and Joe tilts his head, holding his hands up. “We come in peace.”

“Do you?” Quynh asks, steel coating the words. Andy looks pained for a moment. 

“Yes, we do,” Nile answers. She smiles at Booker and he cannot help the spread of his lips in return. She is holding herself with so much more confidence than he remembered and he feels a surge of pride at how she has grown. “Hi Booker,” She says, stepping up to wrap him in a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

He buries his face into her shoulder, feeling some of the coiled and tensed ball of misery that has sat in his heart since London dissipate just a little. “Hi, I’m Nile!” She turns to Quynh, holding out a hand. She turns to him, eyes still hidden behind those oversized plastic monstrosities. He nods encouragingly and it is then that she takes it, shaking it once with all the stiffness of someone who isn’t sure of the situation but is determined to hold their head high and come out on top.

“I’m Quynh.”

Nile laughs at that. “Hi.” She turns to Andy then. They all do. 

“I guess we should find somewhere quiet to talk,” She says and Booker has to scoffs. Tucking Quynh closer to his side, he leans in to press his mouth to her ear.

“Iboh jak, boleh sik?” He asks. Can we not?

She answers with a jab to his ribs that has him laughing, dancing away before it can land. She takes her sunglasses off, waiting until he swings an arm around her shoulders to perch them on the bridge of his nose. “Lead the way, Andromache,” She says imperiously, every inch of her ready and placed between them and him still.

He almost has to laugh again at the pained jealousy in Andy’s eyes, but wisely keeps quiet about it. Booker thinks he will save the stories about Quynh pining for her, for when things are a little less awkward between all of them.

[jasontoddiefor]

Tagged by the one true sis @dbakeiro Thank you!

Nicknames: Eli

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 168cm

Followers: 3.775 (idk where you all come from but I sure hope you enjoy your stay!)

Among of sleep I got last night: 7 hours, pretty average for me

Lucky number: 14!

Dream job: author & teacher! Since I’m already studying to become the latter, guess I’ll have to start working on my original stories if anybody is interested in them

What are you wearing: my favorite beat boy shirt, pj pants and rainbow socks

Favorite song right now this:

Aesthetic: dark old bookshelves and desks, teas and plants hanging everywhere, sunflowers and crystals

Favorite authors: Rick Riordan, Timothy Zahn, Emily Dickinson

I’m tagging whoever wants to do this!

[fleetwood-mac-andcheese]

Oh genie Jamie, I wish my hair would be a natural ginger color.

Ginger root starts sprouting from your head