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imshatteredbutnotbroken · 4 years ago

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The wonderful world of Desiree Nguyen: A character analysis

This is a season three, episode 14-18 character analysis of everyone’s favourite MacGyver protector, Desiree “Desi” Nguyen. (Or, A.K.A, my attempt at sounding much more intelligent than I am.) If people want to read more, I’ll cover the rest of the seasons.

Now, I won’t always sound unbiased in my feelings towards Desiree, but I am going to really try my best to be. And, like I said, I am attempting to sound much more intelligent than I am, so if I miss anything or sound incredibly stupid, feel free to correct me.

There are spoilers, so if you haven’t seen season three, I recommend skipping this analysis.

It’s important to note that this is not a commentary on Levy Tran herself, and that it’s only about her character (EXTREME EMPHASIS ON CHARACTER).

There is also a Tl;dr at the end of each episode summary starting from episode 15.

Let’s begin.

Desiree (hereby known as Desi) was first mentioned by (actual) fan favourite, Jack Dalton, in season 3 episode 14, Father+ Bride + Betrayal. He first mentioned her in a conversation with Mac during the wedding:

Jack: “Matty let me handpick my replacement to watch your back. I think you’re really gonna like her. Or, kill her. One of the two.”

Mac: “That’s oddly specific. Should I be worried?”

Jack: “No, man. You’ll meet her soon enough. And, trust me, there’s nobody I’d trust more than this woman to watch your back. She is really good. Well, other than me, obviously.”

Now, there’s not much to go on, but we do get some hints. She’s tough, she’s a badass, and Jack likes and trusts her. So, Desi’s initial set up isn’t so bad. We love Jack, and if Desi comes at Jack’s recommendation, we know she can be trusted to watch everyone’s backs. Like I said, we’re off to a good start.

It’s also important to note: Jack specifically says “there’s nobody I’d trust more than this woman to watch your back.” Does this really happen only a season later? Honestly? It’s debatable. But, we’ll get there when we get there.

Season three, episode 15: K9 + Smugglers + New Recruit

Desi is initially introduced — through Mac — as advertised: a tough badass who will take her job as the team’s protector seriously. While she admits to Mac that she will hate her job as their bodyguard, she is doing it because she owes Jack. What she owes him exactly, we’re still not sure. It could be anything from repaying Jack for a chocolate bar to repaying a debt to him after Jack saved someone’s life. Who the hell knows?

In the war room, at her second meeting with Mac, Riley, Bozer, Leanna (remember her?! Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, T.V. show?!), and Matty, Desi reemphasizes that their safety is her top priority. Like I said, Desi (in her initial intro) is a tough badass who takes her job seriously.

On the mission, Cody, (our story of the week’s gun sniffing dog) immediately finds two guns on Desi’s person. She really is like Jack in that respect! But, we soon find out she doesn’t like them (she’s really not like Jack that way!), telling Mac she only carries it because she has to, will only pull a gun when necessary, and that she’d “rather put bad guys in an interrogation room than the morgue.” Another special exception that allows her to pull a gun is against “anyone who hurts animals.”

While Mac and Riley notice Desi isn’t the warmest, Riley acknowledges that Desi is well-accomplished. She was one of the first women to graduate from Ranger school, was part of a special ops team made up of SAS, Delta, and the CIA, and, apparently, “has more awards than Michael Phelps.” So, Desi is no slouch. She also impresses everyone even more when she parkours up several shipping containers to get a better view for the op they’re on. Desi proves herself again during a fight scene by single-handedly taking out several guys with guns (and gets shot in the process, her bulletproof vest stopping every bullet). Let’s add bravery to the list of qualities Desi has shown in just over 10 minutes.

Later, she talks to Riley, who emphasizes their group’s need for Desi to be reliable (and this is interesting because Desi’s reliability is questioned in episode 21 this season). Riley found out Desi went AWOL while she was in Afghanistan, and Riley wants to know why. As Desi explains, one of the Afghani civilians she was working with was kidnapped, and she went to find him. Which Desi successfully did. As she tells the story, Desi becomes emotional, showing that she does have a heart and a vulnerable side, and you can tell she is speaking sincerely. Desi is also adamant that she would to do it again. This is an interesting contrast to her behaviour during the Codex storyline, but we’ll get there.

Desi doesn’t much like Mac’s fly by the seat of his pants behaviour because she was trained to always have plan and she can’t work spontaneously. We also learn Desi is knowledgeable about some sort of technology having to with RFID chips that I can’t personally understand, and that she went to the University of Michigan.

At the end of the episode, Desi makes an appearance at Mac’s house, saying Jack made her promise to go. She leaves as quickly as came though, not wanting to get too close to everyone…in case she has to bury them. Which, I understand, but morbid, jeez. It’s also kind of odd when you think about it because Desi is the group’s protector and is responsible for their safety. But, on the other hand, she can’t fix every situation, and there may be a time when one of them gets killed on a mission. So, while I understand Desi’s hesitation, I am not entirely a fan of it. And, this behaviour is even odder considering Desi goes on to date Mac at the end of the season. I guess Mac really did break down her walls (and that’s something I didn’t notice until writing this).

Overall, we’ve learned a lot about Desi. She’s tough, yet cold, smart, athletic, reliable (supposedly), likes a plan, and hates guns and animal abusers. Seeing her introduced this way (and introduced well) is interesting because I know future storylines and have seen how much Desi has changed as a character. She was always somewhat cold, but she initially had an adamance, confidence, and determination to do what is right. Knowing how the Codex storyline in particular goes down, the way Desi changes is interesting, to say the least.

Tl;dr: As Desi is introduced, the audience learns that she takes her job as the team’s bodyguard seriously, and owes Jack for some (still unknown) reason, and that’s really why Desi is there. We also learn she hates guns and animal abusers, is brave, athletic, reliable (supposedly), and well-accomplished. She also doesn’t want to get too close to the rest of the team in case she has to bury them, so she leaves the Phoenix’s group hangout session as quickly as she joined.

Season three, episode 16: Lidar + Rogues + Duty

At the beginning of this episode, Desi is ‘familiarizing’ herself with the lab and ‘helping’ Bozer with Sparky (really, she’s flipping through a magazine and complaining about the music Bozer is playing while he works). She says she’s lending moral support, though, so, whatever works, I guess. Anyway, Bozer asks for her help with running diagnostic tests on Sparky, and Desi agrees. But, her help is a riddle that sends the robot on an endless loop for the rest of the episode. I do like her shit disturber behaviour, though, so I’ll give Desi that.

For the main operation, Desi and Mac are on a recovery mission in Azerbaijan to bring back one of Mac’s friend’s bodies. His friend, Robert Reese, was on a covert flying mission when his plane crashed, and Mac and Desi are the only ones who can get the body.

While looking for the wreckage, Desi notices that Mac is distracted. She asks him what’s going on, and he explains why he’s distracted. And, knowing that Mac feels responsible for what happened to Reese, Desi asks Mac to tell her about his friend. After Mac does, she gets angry with him and tells Mac to compartmentalize, seemingly a turn around from being caring like she was in the previous episode. But, I understand where she’s coming from because Desi and Mac have to stay focused, or else, like she says, “Matty will be sending a team to recover us.” Fair, because if Mac lets his emotions get the best of him — while he and Desi are in a country they’re not supposed to be in — he could get into a situation he can’t get out of.

Later, we learn that Desi speaks Turkish (what can’t this girl do?!) as some of the Azerbaijani military arrive at the wreckage site. After escaping and driving away, Desi notices a parachute in the trees, indicating it’s possible Reese isn’t dead. Mac is hopeful that his friend is alive, while Desi is more logical, saying, “there are a lot of reasons why the Azerbaijani military would grab a dead U.S. pilot.” They spot footprints of U.S. Army issued boots, so their mission goes from recovery to search and rescue.

Mac and Desi are led to a small town after hearing about sightings of an injured man wearing a flight suit. There, they figure out which building Reese is hiding in. Mac and Desi find him alive but with a broken clavicle. And, while Mac provides Reese with first aid, Desi becomes all business. But, in her defence, they’re in danger, so it’s not weird Desi reacts this way.

After escaping and another mission change (this time to stopping rogue CIA agents and recovering chemical weapons), Mac improvises a plan that goes awry and has Desi and Reese held at gunpoint by the agents. Desi has to stall while Mac tries to save them and, as she talks, she uses the info Mac told her about Reese, proving Desi listened to Mac. So, while we thought Desi was being callous, she actually showed that she sincerely cared about what Mac had to say.

Later, Desi meets with Bozer to make up for sending Sparky into an endless loop. Maybe she truly feels bad, or maybe she’s doing it selfishly because she’s new. Either way, it’s hard to tell because we’re not in Desi’s head. But, I’ll give it to her because I really think Desi knows she messed up and she wants to fix it. She tells Bozer the answer to the riddle and Sparky is able to break the loop.

We are still learning about Desi, but we get so much info in the small details. My favourite part about her this episode was her shit disturbing. We also learn she speaks Turkish, prefers to be all business when she’s on a mission, and pays attention to what’s going on around her. Desi is actually quite deep in this season, and she shows that she cares about people and robots alike.

Tl;dr: At the beginning of the episode, Desi is ‘helping’ Bozer while he works on Sparky the robot. She sends Sparky on an endless loop after telling him a riddle he can’t figure out, annoying Bozer.

Desi and Mac have the main operation, which was initially a body recovery mission for one of Mac’s friends, Robert Reese. She gets Mac to open up about Reese, and then immediately tells him to compartmentalize so they can get through the mission alive.

They find Reese alive, and their mission changes to stopping rogue CIA agents and recovering chemical weapons. At the chemical weapons site, Desi and Reese are held up at gunpoint by the agents, and Desi is forced to stall while Mac saves them. She uses the story Mac told her about Reese earlier in the episode, proving she paid attention to what Mac said.

At the end of the episode, Desi goes to Bozer to help fix Sparky. She tells him the answer to the riddle, getting Sparky out of his loop, and showing Desi cares about those around her.

Season three, episode 17: Seeds + Permafrost + Feather

This episode opens with Mac and Desi in bed together. But, it’s not what you think. It’s for a mission and part of Mac’s plan to escape from the people chasing them. Desi is annoyed by the plan (because she had to get undressed) and she argues with Mac. He tries to convince her it was their best option — until the bad guys return and hold Desi and Mac up at gunpoint. I can see why she would be annoyed with Mac, but is fighting during a mission necessary? Somehow, they escape, and we can move on.

Mac, Riley, and Desi have to travel to the international seed vault in Greenland because an employee is missing. Since Mac’s dad, James (also known as Oversight), was involved in the vault’s development and planning, he’s the person to call when something goes wrong. But, James has other business, so the mission falls to Mac, Riley, and Desi.

In the vault, thanks to a comment Desi made about the employee disappearing into the mountain (causing Mac to do his Mac thing), the trio discovers an access tunnel someone dug to get into the (extremely secure) vault. And, whoever dug that tunnel killed Karl, the missing employee, in the process. There is also a possibility of seeds being stolen.

So, Mac, Riley, and Desi use Karl’s cell phone, which he had on him, to figure out the path he took and identify which seeds may have been stolen. Mac and Desi, who plays the murderer, recreate the fight, and they’re having a ball doing it. They fight, and Desi gives Mac all she’s got. She’s not subtle or gentle, but she gets the job done. Soon, they figure out which box (one of North Korea’s) the thief rifled through, and which seeds were taken (a rare form of a pea plant).

Desi explores the access tunnel and finds a room that is scattered in schematics, seed reports, and drilling equipment. From there, Mac figures out that the pea seeds are an ingredient in making a toxin, and that the seeds can be weaponized and used to create as much of the toxin as desired. Riley discovers their thief has been making monthly payments to a flower shop in Brussels, so a plane ride it is for Mac, Riley, and Desi.

On the plane, Mac calls Bozer so Mac can find out what’s going on with James. But, after hanging up, Mac slams his phone down and Desi comments on his annoyance and asks Mac about it. He says it’s the mission, but Desi isn’t buying it. When Riley mentions it’s about Mac’s dad, Desi says that Oversight seemed distracted. And, while she admits it’s not her business to know what’s going with Mac’s dad, Desi tells Mac it is his business.

The three of them go on a chase that takes them from a cemetery in Brussels to a park in the Czech Republic. The man they are running after, named Jules, wants revenge on a crime boss named Passer for killing Jules’ wife and child after Jules testified in court. At the park, Riley and Desi fight Passer’s men while Mac starts to talk Jules (who is holding Passer up at gunpoint) down. Eventually, Jules relents, and he is arrested. Mac, Riley, and Desi recover the stolen seeds and avoid an international incident with North Korea.

Desi has more of a background role in this episode because the episode focuses on Mac and his dad. But, her fighting skills, knowledge (she helped explain the seed vault to Riley and the audience), and empathy shine through. This is particularly true when she encourages Mac to figure out what is going on with his dad. This side of Desi is nice to see because while she’s tough, she is sincere in her efforts to help others.

Tl;dr: Desi is in the background this episode, but, she displays her intelligence, empathy, and fighting skills. She also encourages Mac to figure out what is going on with his dad, saying that it’s not her business to know what is going on with her boss, but it is Mac’s.

Season three, episode 18: Murdoc + Helman + Hit

This episode opens with Nicolas Helman’s return. And he gets to work immediately by murdering an FBI interrogator in a karaoke bar. How this happened, Mac, Riley, Matty, Bozer, and Oversight aren’t sure because the last time they saw him, Helman was dead — or, so they thought — because Matty had his coffin exhumed and it was empty. Since the Phoenix is responsible for Helman, they have to figure out his next move so they can capture him.

Mac, Bozer, and Desi are with Oversight this episode. Their mission? To speak with our favourite psychopath Murdoc who is still at the Phoenix Black Site. Desi gets the Helman story explained to her, but it doesn’t seem like she entirely believes how serious dealing with Murdoc is because she asks Mac, “What kind of monster are you keeping down here? Indominus Rex? King Kong? That kid from The Omen? These questions also reveal another detail about Desi that could easily be overlooked: She likes horror and monster movies. Anyway, upon meeting Murdoc, Desi seems to get it because she has a face similar to McKayla Maroney’s unimpressed face plastered on (and, really, who can blame her?). But, Mac, Bozer, Desi, and Oversight need Murdoc’s help, so they press on.

There’s a quick scene with Bozer and Desi observing Mac and Oversight questioning Murdoc. Desi acknowledges they weren’t kidding about Murdoc and notes that James is just as much of an enigma because he’s still exerting himself, despite the toll doing so takes. Bozer thinks Desi is talking about the effects having cancer has on Oversight himself, but Desi immediately corrects Bozer and says “I meant on Mac.” So, again, there’s that compassion for others Desi has displayed since her introduction.

After getting more information from Murdoc about Helman’s possible whereabouts (because Helman has killed again), Mac, Desi, and Oversight jump into action to find Helman. They, and a Phoenix tac team, storm an apartment building with Desi leading the way with a gun. They leave Bozer behind with Murdoc (which, rude). Anyway, the team starts going up to the apartment, but before they can really make their way, James starts having trouble physically. Mac, worried about his father, tells him he doesn’t need to go upstairs, but Oversight insists. Desi encourages Mac to be open and honest with his dad, but Mac says Oversight is fine. Desi tells Mac not saying anything to his father shouldn’t be an emotional decision because lives hang in the balance. She also says she’s worried about Mac, and tells him to not get distracted. This attitude harkens back to episode 16 when Desi was worried about Mac’s emotions getting in the way of their mission. So, I understand where she’s coming from and why she’s concerned.

Skipping ahead, Mac, Desi, and James go on a road trip because Riley and Matty discovered Helman had the transportation route for an FBI transport truck moving someone who is supposed to testify in a trial against his former employees. While waiting for the FBI truck, they see another (unknown) vehicle approaching. Concerned it may be Helman and that it could have explosives in it, Mac, Desi, and Oversight have to stop the vehicle. James tries to take matters into his own hands by borrowing a tac team member’s rife, but he’s having trouble steadying himself, and Desi notices. Oversight is eventually able to get his bearings and shoots out the van’s tires. While they stop the vehicle, it turns out to be a distraction so Helman could get into the Phoenix Black Site. Desi figures out that the FBI murders and attack on the transport truck were all a ruse so Helman could kill Murdoc.

Later, they realize Murdoc’s entire plan was a jailbreak so Mac and Oversight go on a car chase to capture Murdoc while Desi flies in a helicopter overhead (side note, I’m not really sure why Desi is there because it doesn’t seem like she needs to be. She doesn’t do anything in this scene other than fly overhead and worry about Mac). James and Mac do their thing and figure out a way to stop Murdoc’s truck. But, with Desi’s words in the back of his mind (probably), Mac tells his dad he shouldn’t be the one to stop the truck. Oversight agrees, and Mac does his thing. You can see as he tries to overtake the truck, everyone (including Desi) is concerned. Eventually succeeding in stopping and capturing Murdoc, there’s a shot shown of Desi’s relief.

At the end of the episode, Desi says she suggested security upgrades for the black site so no one can escape or attack the site again. This reflects her security knowledge because the Phoenix trusted her enough to give her the task. Again, Desi isn’t so useless and demonstrates her intelligence.

Throughout the episode, Desi shows she cares about other people, especially since she’s worried about the effect Oversight’s need to keep going has on Mac. She also encourages Mac to be honest with his father. And this is a thread that is shown throughout these episodes. Which leads to the following questions: What happened to that particular characteristic? Where did Desi’s empathy and compassion go?

Tl;dr: Desi’s character development takes somewhat of a backseat this episode because it mostly focuses on Mac and Oversight (again). Still, throughout their mission, Desi encourages Mac to be open and honest with his father and tell Oversight his concerns. This, again, demonstrates her empathy and her concerns for others. Mac is eventually able (probably with Desi’s words in the back of his mind) to be honest with Oversight and take over in order to do the physical labour required on the mission.

Lastly, Desi suggests security upgrades for the Phoenix Black Site that held Murdoc so that no one can break in or out again. This demonstrates her intelligence, and leads to the following question: What happened to her intelligence and compassion and empathy for others?

We learn so much about Desi in just four episodes. From her bravery and boldness, to enjoyment of monster and horror movies, she isn’t so one-note. The biggest thread is her compassion and concern for others. She wants to help people and ensure they’re safe, and Desi is adamant and determined about it. She continually displays this characteristic, especially when it comes to Mac and ensuring his feelings don’t get the best of him while they’re on a mission.

During season three, Desi is written well! She’s introduced to us based on the trust a fan favourite has with the audience and she never deviates from that. She also displays many characteristics that actually make her interesting. She’s smart, athletic, brave, and bold. So, I have to ask (again): WHAT HAPPENED?! Where did go so wrong and why?

If you want more of my character analysis, let me know! I procrastinated way too long on this, so if it seems like episode 18 is disjointed from the rest, I apologize. I had fun with this, and I feel like I like and understand Desi a little more (at least for season three).

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years ago

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'Old Echoes of a Cold War': New chapter for "Always for the greater cause..." is out!

Chapter Summary: The mission at the Yamantau is on for Jackal, Naga & Kitsune to get what Perseus needs in the mainframe...

To read it on AO3, click here!

Taglist: @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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1st March 1981, 13h45 AM MSK

Owethu "Jackal" Mabuza, Mercenary hired by Perseus

In a flying soviet Mi-24 Hind, arriving near the Mount Yamantau, USSR

After at least one hour of getting briefed and preparing ourselves on what we should expect when our feet will hit the snow ground of the Yamantau, it was time for us to be going to that mountain and do our job with a new member of the team called Kitsune, said to be a hacker or something like that as Sonya told us and that she will be the one to do the hardest task in the mission: extract the necessary data that Stitch needs to get as for me & Naga, we are going to make our usual tasks: shoot & kill, stab & murder...the usual...

We got ourselves inside a Mi-24 Hind that Sonya managed to get for us as a means of transport and also our extraction vehicle, and then, we could fly away from the base we've been resting for two days to join the mountain and especially in a secure secluded place, at least 300 meters from the abandoned base and its mainframe. It's my first time to do a mission in sunny weather and it was at a place that I heard about from some people I worked with before, let's hope that it will go well.

I was surprised also that Kitsune didn't bring any warm jacket for her, leaving her tattooed arms in the open but she wasn't even showing any signs that she was cold during the flight as Naga got lucky as he got a variation of his usual outfit, the same outfit but in white, perfectly dressed up for the mission...I wasn't cold but damn, I could already feel it from inside the helicopter when it landed right at the starting point...

"Alright, let's get some fresh air," Naga joked, taking nothing seriously as he moves inside the transport bay of the Hind to open its door and after he did it, my body went chilly just to see the snow outside and its cold...shit, that's cold..."Fresh & cold to say," Naga added, stepping out of the Hind with his preferred LC-10 in hands.

"You always been joking like that?" Kitsune asked him, following his lead as she got two SMGs in her hands: Tec-9s as she said in the few sentences that she pronounced during the flight.

"Why? You're liking it?" Naga scoffed with a good voice, turning around to face her while I was also going out, my eyes moving over the little path that was going away from the place, leading to the base.

"No, I'm not," Kitsune replied to him in a serious voice, passing her free left hand over her right arm, sort of cleaning some dust she got on it after putting her Tec-9s on her vest. "You should better stay focus than continuing to joke, that's better for us," She advised him, impossible for me to interpret Naga's reaction to that, the part of his face that I could see wasn't showing me anything that could help me.

"Okay, everyone," Sonya's voice called us out as they stayed silent during the flight, having come with us to explain some details, they weren't the one flying that thing, it was a pilot of the Russian Air Force affiliated to the Collective. "Right now, you have a window of opportunity of 30 minutes, the main soviet forces will arrive soon, you will have to be quick," They explained.

"30 minutes? Should be going now, I think," I presumed and they nod at me, thinking that we're now in a hurry...already and we didn't even go out of the starting point.

"There are some patrols in the base but I'm sure that you three will take care of it," Sonya admitted, the three of us looking at each other and nodding too, knowing that we could do a great job...if Kitsune & Naga don't argue about jokes. "Anyway, we're taking you away once you got the data, you call us on the radio," They added before they made a sign to the pilot, meaning that they were going away from here, moving to another position until we're done here and it's without words and walking away from the helicopter that it starts its engine and flew away, leaving us here.

"So, no way to back down, now?" Naga demanded, keeping his funny tone only by looking in my direction, not having his eyes one second on Kitsune.

"Too late for that, Kapano," I responded to him with a good tone, not like Kitsune, turning around to face the path that we were going to take.

"You two, follow me," Kitsune's voice, sounding more authoritarian than before, ordered us, already taking the lead of the group as she engages herself on the path, me & Naga exchanging confused glares before we start to follow her.

Honestly, even if she was brandished as one of us & a necessary member of the mission, she was still acting mysterious & not very nice to us, wondering why she was like...especially with us. During the briefing moment of the early hour, she didn't speak too much and when Naga & I tried to say something to her, she was using a bad tone against us and even during the flight, she only talk a bit and it wasn't with us...that girl was mysterious and we have to follow her...

The path we were walking on was surrounded with debris & bodies that were aged, the snow has taken over them and the ruins. The place suffered an avalanche the day the CIA came here to steal some data here in 1968, I can thank the few ex-soviet mercenaries that told me that but this place was indeed like buried in time, the few birds flying above us sounding like echoes of the past and it was a way to think of something else until we arrived at a viewpoint, no patrols on sight for the moment.

"Shit, that place is really old," Naga commented after we got in cover behind a fallen tree, just at a few meters from the ridge as we were looking to a building with a big antenna on the top, buried in the inside by the snow.

"Seems that it was an observation post that the soviets used before an avalanche destroyed it during a CIA raid," I told the two, Kitsune having taken some binoculars to check the place up. "I heard about it but I don't know this much," I added, saying it mainly to Naga.

"It was used by Nikita Dragovich before," Kitsune suddenly said loudly, me turning my head to realize that I wasn't the only one that know this place. "He was the man that was in charge of the Numbers Program, he tried to brainwash a CIA agent to make him kill JFK and release Nova-6 in the US with the help of sleeper agents," She continued, telling more as I & Naga looks at her, surprised.

"How do you know all of that?" Naga asked her.

"Stitch allowed me to check the archives of Solovetsky about the old Perseus operations," She responded, taking her binoculars off her eyes to see us. "That's why I wasn't in time, I was preparing myself too," She revealed, giving us her reason that the mission got delayed.

"You could have to prepare yourself with us in that base," Naga let out a sigh, him watching the building away from us.

"Maybe but I was busy so excuse me for my late, Mister funny," Kitsune ranted, even adding a new nickname to Naga, and just by seeing his reaction through his mask, the guy was smiling...

"At least, you know that I'm funny," He remarked to her, giving me a friendly wink away from her.

"I didn't say that you were..." She was trying to argue with him that he was wrong before she sighs, sounding annoyed to listen to him and more willing to go on. "Whatever, I hope that you're two are discreet, we're moving," She said before standing up, ready to walk on a little path that was leading to that building.

"Don't worry, you two, I'm a goddamn snake!" Naga proclaimed while I & he were standing up too, my eyes going a bit wide at hearing him saying that...did he said that he was a snake?...better than saying something but still strange. "Let's go then," He walked past me as I got myself back on track to follow them, moving on to intrude ourselves inside that abandoned base, a funny thought crossing my mind...

Let's hope that the snake isn't going to get us caught...

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MEMORANDUM FOR: Bellamy

FROM: Wraith

SUBJECT: Update

DATE: March 1st, 1981

Bellamy, you will maybe wonder why this letter is only written for you and not with Knight, it's because that (if you don't know yet) there's a rift that happened between Bell & him after something that happened last night. From what I could hear from Bell, she said that she suddenly got angry at him and refuted him away without any apparent reasons and this morning at 6 AM, Knight stormed out in anger to join Aldrich in town as Bell tried to apologize to him without success. Because of that, I can't bring myself to add Knight's name to the letter, so it's only for you until the two got back along.

I know that you didn't want to be linked to Bell, joining yourself on something that you didn't do and never saw happen, (Talking about Rebirth Island, I know that it wasn't you with Stitch but it was Sonya Kuzmin instead) but I don't want you to reject her like that if she got angry with you in any occasions. She sees you as a friend so pretends that you're hers too even if you don't like it, it's better to have better control over her moves & what she's doing while someone close to her than letting her alone. About that, it seems that Bell is starting to have some questions in her head, questions that she's surely hiding from us.

This morning too, I tried to know well about she got but she betrayed herself in her voice & gestures, something in her head is trying to say earlier that something's wrong and we have to control it to not let her know about her past, we're the barrier to stop her doing that but what she got in her head, her past, is still interesting me a lot. Not for personal use but to take better precautions in the future in case we run on her friends during a mission. It's a priority for me, I hope that Liliya will find something about her soon.

Talking about something else, I still can't find the Numbers Program file and even Aldrich claimed that he didn't take it away from us, meaning that it's either Stitch, Naga, or Jackal that took the file but my suspicions go mainly on Stitch as he was looking pretty interested by it since his eyes got on it. To be honest, I don't like it and the fact that it got into Stitch's hands is worse, it was supposed to stay with us on study for Bell but no, he took it. I hope that he will return to us soon to give us an explanation.

PS: We need to talk about things that I can't write on this report face-to-face, find me behind the safehouse alone tonight.

Cordially,

Wraith

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1st March 1981, 14h06 AM MSK

Owethu "Jackal" Mabuza, Mercenary hired by Perseus

Arriving inside the old Dragovich base at the mainframe, Mount Yamantau, USSR

And when I thought that the mission will go awry, having Naga's remark that he was a 'snake' in my head while we were adventuring ourselves inside the base, I was surprised instead that we manages to not get any alarm raised up or even got spotted by the patrols that we succeed to kill along our way and it's during those moments that I & Naga saw that Kitsune wasn't a woman to have trouble with as she kills by herself, a patrol of three men without them firing a single shot from their guns.

After at least 10 minutes of trying to find our way around the base, we finally get to the place that we needed to be: the old mainframe with all that precious data, deep underground as we had to go down the ruins of the place to reach it, no enemies in the horizon for the moment and a relieved breath was made by me & Naga when we got our feet on the same level that the mainframe is...to say, that thing was quite big when we saw it from up close.

"That's the mainframe?" Naga asked, sounding shocked in his voice as he was pointing the big thing in the middle of the room just above us, the blue sky. "You're going to tell me that this big thing is a mainframe?" He added as Kitsune passed next to us to reach that.

"Why it wouldn't be?" She asked him back, getting her Tec-9 on her vest as she approach the mainframe, near a part of it that got a little screen with a keypad.

"Because...it's not looking like one," Naga stated as I start to look around us to see if we don't get any surprises in case.

"As you thought but now, can you please protect me while I'm extracting data, please?" Kitsune demanded, turning around to look at Naga, sounding very serious. "It isn't going to help if you continue to be like that," She affirmed.

"Come on, Naga, prepare yourself in case," I said, joining Kitsune for this time as quicker she can do her thing, quicker that we could get out of that place.

"Whatever," Naga sighed, keeping his two hands on his LC-10 before joining me at my side while Kitsune was doing her magic into 'hacking this thing and get what we need' as she said during our infiltration in here. "Do you think we should call Sonya now?" He proposed.

"Sure," Me & Kitsune replied at the same time him and it was enough for him to take his radio in hand.

"Sonya, we're finished soon, get the chopper ready to extraction," He started, his radio just in front of his mask to make himself clear, his eyes looking above us before he stop moving. "Uhm...you should get here quick, hostiles approaching," He added, his voice going back into a serious tone as we start to hear some Russian voice coming from a hallway that was just in front of me.

"Shit, incoming!" I said before I could see some armed soldiers coming from that hallway, me reacting the first shooting with my C58 towards that direction and causing the soldiers to get into cover, Naga soon following the process to get behind some concrete cover along with me. "Kitsune, is it done?" I asked her, my voice rising to make myself heard from her.

"Almost there, protect me!" She shouted, staying up to look at the screen she was on, letting me & Naga fire bullets into the soldiers that were coming from that hallway but the more we were firing back, the more soldiers were coming in.

"Guys, the soviet forces arrived sooner than expected, we're here!" Sonya's voice spoke up through our radios, sounding a bit worried in their voice.

"And how you're expecting us to go out of here?" Naga questioned them, trying to mix between talking to them and shooting with his LC-10 at the soldiers, protecting Kitsune in her things before we could hear a loud helicopter engine above us.

"Look up," Sonya simply said as we could see the Hind awaiting above us outside before some ropes fall down from it, landing right in the space separating us from Kitsune. "Hook yourself to those ropes, it will be faster," They ordered, the ropes a bit moving with the helicopter.

"Go, I'll provide cover," Naga advised me as I was reloading my C58, giving me a friendly tap before he let me go, firing his gun again. I joined the ropes as Kitsune was doing the same with me.

"Done?" I questioned her, starting to hook myself on one of the ropes, doing the same for her before showing me something in her left hand, looking like a small hard disk.

"Everything's on it, erased the unnecessary," She exclaimed, putting the thing back into one of the pockets of her vest before resuming to hook herself. "Naga, your turn!" She shouted at him suddenly, her head looking at him.

"Coming!" Naga yelled back as he was reloading before he decides to join us and quickly hook himself on the remaining rope available for him. "Sonya, we're good," He said over the radio, and in the second that followed, we got our feet off the ground, the ropes pulling us out of the underground. "Fuck!" I suddenly hear Naga curses on the way up just before we got back outside, and then, getting back inside the Hind in the transport bay. "Fuck!"

"Hey, what happened?" I asked him, a bit confused as to why he was like that as we got our feet inside the loading bay, himself already going down on his ass while Kitsune got herself back to sit.

"I got shot in the leg!" He replied in a high voice, pointing at him the leg that was wounded but I didn't see anything red on it.

"Wait, let me see," Sonya came in, moving to reach Naga on the ground as the helicopter was flying away from the mount, the mission looking over as Kitsune did her things and got what we need on that hard disk, me going back to sit too as Sonya was checking Naga on the Hind's floor. "You idiot, the bullet only grazed your leg," They sighed, finding out that Naga wasn't so seriously wounded.

"Yeah...but that hurts," He defended himself.

"You're really an idiot, Kapano," Sonya sighed again at him, shaking their head. "But anyway, still loves you," They whispered in a low voice, be able to hear it despite the volume of their voice and it made me smile through my mask, the job finally complete, away from that cold and good to leave the country while Sonya was staying with Naga on the ground & Kitsune was looking away, a little smile on her face...maybe she was thinking the same thing but now, we're finally done this...

Time to leave the USSR with the snake if he isn't too badly grazed...

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #cod #call of duty cold war #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #owethu jackal mabuza

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theodora3022 · 4 years ago

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Call Me Baby If You Need A Friend

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x f! reader

Summary: You like Eijiro, as a friend. He is helpful, compassionate, and charming. You quickly become one of his close friends since you met at the UA entrance exam. But you never considered him as a potential boyfriend. Little did you know the shark boy think otherwise. He didn’t even notice himself until that day.

Notes: I feel like “Yellow hearts” is not fitting since it is just a girl toying with this poor boy’s feelings...Kiri deserves better. So I picked this song instead! This is kind of rushed since it’s midterm week for me now...Enjoy.

Song: One call away by Charlie Puth

Warning: Fluff, unrequited love?

“I’m only one call away,

I’ll be there to save the day.”

You had dragged Eijiro to the library to review for the next history test. After you promised to be his workout buddy later, he reluctantly agreed to study with you.

“Uh, why do we have to memorize those dates? Isn’t it just some war in the past? They’re all dead anyways.” He usually has no patience for History, today is no exception.

“Kiri, we’re going to fail this test if we don’t remember these boring dates.” You laugh, as you highlight of certain words on his review sheets. Unlike Eijiro, history has always been your forte. “Now, where were we...”

You do not look sad at all, as if nothing has happened. It was just yesterday your long-time crush has rejected you, yet you act as cheerful as ever.

He is concerned.

He was surprised when you called him yesterday, still sobbing. You told him about your plans, of course. Honestly Kirishima does not have high hopes, but he supported your decisions, nevertheless. Even if it makes Kirishima’s heart aches. What a strange feeling...but he is sure it is just him worrying about you, that’s it!

“Kiri, a-are you busy?”

“What’s wrong? Oh, (y/n)! Did he-”

“He just said no... That I’m not his t-type.” The rest of your words is muffled by cries.

That is it. Kirishima is coming to find you, dropping whatever he is doing, whether it be his workouts, his food or even his bro friends. You are his priority right now.

When Kirishima finds you in the corner of a secluded hallway, burying you heads between your knees, he felt something in him broke. How dare that jerk do this to you! To such a wonderful person like you! Eijiro made himself a promise: if you ever ask him to punch that bastard, he will do so without hesitation. Serves him right for making you feel like a mess.

“Hey-hey!” Pulling you into his arms, Kirishima gently pats your back. “(y/n), I’m here.”

This is the first time he seen you being so...vulnerable. You are always so strong-willed, so tough, never back down from challenges. Hell, you even comforted Kirishima when he is feeling down. He did not expect you practically melt into his embrace, sobbing into his shirt.

You rely on him so much, that when the worst had happened, you dialed his number. He knows you have other friends, he does too. But you came to him. Eijiro does not know why he felt such joy when you confide in him first. How he does not mind your tears wetting his shirt. However, he needs to get you to stop crying. As much he loves holding you, crying is bad for your eyes.

He would start searching phrases of consolation you used to use before, but none of them applied to the current situation. This is so hard! How did you do it so effortlessly before?

Luckily, you seemed to have quieted down a bit, cries turning into little sobs,

“(y/n), do you need me to beat that jerk up? Where is he now, I can do it at once!”

“No punching anyone, Kiri. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You look up to him, with those blood-shot eyes. Even though you were just crying, you are still so beautifu-wait! Stupid brain! He should be comforting you now! Compliments is not appropriate now.

“You know what, (y/n)? His loss! He missed out on such an amazing girl like you. You deserve the best, and you’re obviously too good for that bastard!” Taking out a pack of napkin from his pocket, Eijiro starts wiping your remaining tears away. Maybe he will get you an ice pack later, to make sure you do not get puffy eyes from crying.

Then you suddenly realized how Kirishima is holding you close to his chest, carefully tending to your tears. Even Kiri is your guy best friend, he is still a boy. Pulling away with a blush, you avert his gaze, missing the flashing disappointment in his eyes. “Thank you, Kiri. For all of this.”

“No problem at all. Come on, you know I am always here to help. So, what’s the plan?” Quickly put on another dazzling smile, Kirishima is back to his old self. “Can we poison his food and make him spend the rest of his day in the washroom?”

“Kiri, no! We will both get detention.” You finally let out a chuckle, thanks to his ridiculous suggestion.

Instead of his first name, you always love to call him “Kiri”. You think it is cute, nicknames make your friendship felt real.

“Let us get out of here! Oh, didn’t you said you wanted to get that book on sale? We can drop by the bookstore, maybe get something to eat too. Just need to be back before curfew.”

You nod. You need distractions right now, and Kirishima knows how to take your mind off that jerk.

Extending his hands to help you get up, Kirishima felt your hands rests on his briefly, realizing how he wants to hold them tenderly, even thought about kissing them. How he loves watching you smile, or how he smiles whenever he sees you laugh.

That is when realization hit Eijiro Kirishima like a truck: He got romantic feelings for you. Honestly, his friends (Denki especially) had suspected before, but the red head simply dismissed them. “You guys just don’t believe pure friendship between the opposite sex?” He did not give it much thought back then.

Mina had suggested something similar to you, but you insist that you only seen him as a little brother.

That night past midnight, almost all dorms are in the realm of dreams, but not Kirishima. He has been tossing and turning in his bed for hours now, fully aware tomorrow he still needs to get to classes. What is he going to do? Ask you out?

But that might ruin your friendship, what you two have built for the past year.

You clearly have not seen him that way, always caring for him like an older sister.

So why would he go destroy your current friendly state, in hopes of becoming something more? Kirishima feels awful, despite finally confronted his true feelings.

Now, you are sitting here now, tutoring him about those boring history events.

Eijiro wonders what your reaction would be if he just spit it out now. Would you still look at him the same way? He certainly cannot after just realize his own feelings. Would you still treat him as you guy best friend? Still calling him “Kiri”?

It hurts to admit it, but this time Kirishima must keep this to himself. What you two have now is good, ruining it would be devastating.

“Kiri? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing...”

Maybe he would tell you one day, maybe he will not. Maybe you or him would meet someone else. So many uncertainties are enough to even make Kirishima anxious.

But he does know this: He will be your friend, protect and support you, until he can sort out this ridiculous crush. Kirishima only wants you to be happy, whether it’s with him or someone else.

#bnha #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha imagines #bnha reader insert #bnha kirishima x reader

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astoldbycrimson · 5 years ago

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Bring Me Back to Life

Summary: You and Din were always protecting each other. It’s never a conscious thought, just a natural instinct at this point.

Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x f!Reader

Warnings: injuries, mentions of violence, angst, and sweet fluff

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The concept of love, for many, was a myth that traversed the galaxy. In a time when there was war and carnage, it was a tale long forgotten, written in a language that no one could understand. Death, chaos, and destruction were all some people knew. Din Djarin had been no different.

He watched as the Empire destroyed his home and wept as he was hidden within a storage cellar. He was helpless as the droids brutally ripped his parents away from him. They nearly took his life too… While the Mandalorians had shown him mercy and raised him as one of their own, the stories of love had died with his family. All those feelings had been lost in the shadows of his mind, buried deep until he eventually forgot where he’d hidden them.

But then you came along. First, you were just the kind waitress in a cantina on Dathomir. The one with the interesting eyes and pretty smile. And then, deep in the woods of your homeland, you saved his life for reasons he didn’t understand. Your powers were unlike anything he’d ever seen. Somehow you’d managed to talk your way onto the Razor Crest. And slowly, with minimal effort, you mapped out his mind and found each piece he’d buried so long ago.

While your life hadn’t been without pain, you knew love from the moment you took your first breath. Your mother treasured you more than the heart in her chest. Your father had broken the old jedi way just to bring you into the world. Love was everywhere you looked. Sometimes so abundant that it suffocated you, like when your mother had passed and your village had wept with you. But you never forgot what love felt like. Not like Din did.

Boarding the Razor Crest had been a massive change for you. The air wasn’t filled with the love you had grown accustomed to. Instead it was filled with deafening silence. It smelled of blaster fire, sweat, and blood. And the taste it left on your tongue was incredibly bitter. Never before had anything left you feeling so cold and lonely. It took over a cycle for the stale air to clear. Then love surrounded you once more and that warmth had finally enveloped Din too.

You reminded him every day of just how real love really was. He felt it when you cooked him a hot meal. When you smiled at him so sweet with nothing but adoration in your eyes. Din felt your love when you’d remove his helmet with the utmost care, as if it were made of glass and one wrong move could destroy it forever. When you kissed with such fervor that you stole the air from his lungs. You sang the tales of love so beautifully. Everything was foreign, but with your help, he slowly came to understand.

Love did not come without a price, however. You became reckless as your feelings clouded your judgment. Din was your priority, so you repeatedly put yourself in harm’s way to ensure his safety. In your mind, it was your job to protect him, no matter the cost. Even if it meant you drew your last breath.

You weren’t alone in that feeling. Din, the normally calm and collected veteran hunter, was ready to throw himself between you and the first sign of danger. Even if he knew you could handle the situation, he was unable to stop himself from taking a hit or two. And it was for that very reason that Din was now in near critical condition.

Fortunately you had ended the fight rather abruptly upon seeing him wounded. You had used far too much force to ensure the ending was swift and absolute. Had he been conscious to see it, you’d likely get a scolding. Because you shouldn’t use your extra abilities unless the situation demanded it. He’d come to know what happened to most of the jedi. Din didn’t want that to happen to you.

The fight had left him unconscious and bleeding. He didn’t hear the curses you muttered in your native tongue, even though he’d come to recognize a few from your frequent use of them. Din didn’t hear you whisper that you loved him and to hold on. But you managed to get him back to the ship in record time. Now he was sprawled out your shared cot, seriously wounded but breathing.

Given your massive overuse of your force abilities, you only had enough energy to make him stable. You’d have to stop the bleeding without using the cauterizer… you feared your shaking hand and his inability to guide you would’ve wounded him worse. So, unfortunately, you had to rely on the old fashioned medkit to treat his wounds until you fully recovered.

You carefully stripped him of his armor, taking note of where the wounds were on his body. You applied bacta spray to the more pressing ones and bandaged them accordingly. Then you cleaned up the lesser scrapes and cuts, leaving them to air and heal on their own.

Once every injury was addressed, you washed the blood and dirt off him. Then you dressed him in fresh clothes and set his helmet beside the cot. The wounds wouldn’t heal perfectly overnight, so you’d be required to keep him off his feet for at least a day. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, grabbed his hand, and waited by his side until he stirred.

You stayed there for hours, struggling to stave off your own exhaustion. When you’d start to nod off, you bit your cheek to jolt yourself awake. And you kept his hand in yours, not only to calm your nerves, but so you’d be alerted when he finally stirred.

Unfortunately, you didn’t last more than 13 hours before your body slumped and you succumbed to your own exhaustion. So Din woke first, brown eyes fluttering open to find you asleep beside him. It would’ve been cute if you hadn’t looked as though you had just fought a war by yourself. There were bags under your eyes and bruises littered your exposed skin. You were still dressed in your dirty clothes, caked with grime and blood.

He immediately tried to sit up, worried about all the blood on you. But the groan that escaped his lips and the sudden jolt of your arm awoke you instantly. It took you a second to find your senses before you were standing and ushering him back onto his back.

“Shh, mulovda, you’re fine. I’m here. Just relax,” you whispered reassuringly.

“(Y/N)… are you okay?” Of course the first words he uttered would be to ask about your well being.

“Din, I’m fine. You’re the one who nearly died.” Honestly if you weren’t so worried, you’d be rolling your eyes at him.

“You…” a groan as he adjusted his position on the cot, “…look terrible."

A sigh left your cracked lips before you laughed softly. ”…Thanks, Din. You really know how to make a girl swoon.“

He chuckled, but it made him stiffen at the pain. "Kriff, (Y/N). Don’t make me laugh.”

“Sorry, used up all my pity when I played doctor last night. You brought that upon yourself for insulting me."

”…I didn’t mean it like that, (Y/N/N).“

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "I know. You just really set yourself up for that one… How are you feeling?” Your face turned serious as you raised a hand to rest on his cheek.

You noted how he instinctively leaned into your touch. “I’m alive. Been through this and much worse before. How long have I been out?"

"I lost count after the first 10 hours… Maybe half a day?”

He hissed through his teeth as he tried to rise. Your gentle, but firm hand on his chest kept him down.

“That’s way too long. Let me up, I need to get us off this planet."

Your tone was sweet, but stern as you spoke, "Din, we’re safe. They are all dead. We can stay at least another day. Right now you need to rest."

He was silent a moment. "They’re all… dead?”

“Yes, dead. We’re safe now.”

You sensed the tilt in his head before he opened his mouth. “…How’d you manage that, cyar'ika?” The way he said your little nickname was accusatory. Borderline patronizing. “I remember a very different situation before I blacked out.”

“Your memory is failing you, mulovda. We were doing fine before you tried to play hero. You must’ve hit your head pretty hard,” you laughed as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“…You’re lying.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Am I? Last I checked you couldn’t read minds, Din.”

He could tell when you lied. Your face was convincing enough for most, but Din knew you better than that. He wasn’t the most social of creatures, but Maker was he observant. He was ready to fight you on it, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the attention you were giving him. So, for now, he’d let it go.

“Now that you’re awake, I’ll make us a hot meal.” You went to walk away, but a hand circled your wrist.

“The food can wait. I think you should take a minute to wash up, (Y/N).”

You sighed. “Do I really look that bad?”

“…You’re beautiful, cyar'ika. You just… take care of yourself for a minute, okay? I can wait a little longer.” It was obvious that he meant what he said, which had you flushing lightly. He was always so thoughtful when it came to you.

Denying his request would only cause trouble and a shower sounded wonderful after your day. “I’ll just be a minute… promise me you won’t leave this cot, Din.”

Of course he had planned on sneaking up to the cockpit while you were distracted. But you knew him… too well, at times. So he let out a typical Din sigh and nodded. “…I promise.”

You were true to your word and kept your bathing brief. Honestly, you were far too tired to even think of taking a long shower anyway. So you scrubbed off the dirt and grime before washing your hair. Then you were out and in a clean set of clothes, making a hot dinner for your Mandalorian.

It didn’t take long before he was shoveling his face full of your food. Before you, he never got to enjoy the taste. Eating was a necessity, not a luxury. And time was something he didn’t have a lot of. But with you preparing most of his meals, he tried to give himself a moment to really taste the unique blend of spices. To savor his meal for as long as his hunger would allow.

You, however, were savoring the moment. While you couldn’t see the face he was making, you knew it was a pleasant one. He always seemed to enjoy the food you made. Always grateful for a meal made with love. But you were just grateful to have another moment with him. Thankful to still have someone to cook for. To kiss and hold and love…

Din had come into your life seemingly out of nowhere. Just a Mandalorian that had stumbled upon your father’s cantina. At first he was just a way off your planet. To hone your skills and maybe make a name for yourself. But he quickly became so much more. He made you feel things you’d long forgotten. Had you thinking that maybe fairy tales existed here amongst the stars, on a ship with a Mandalorian named Din Djarin.

And now… now he was practically your world. A beautiful untouched planet that you had been fated to collide with. He didn’t know it, but he saved you in so many unspoken ways. You’d survive if he hadn’t made it, but you know you’d never feel alive again…

“…Why aren’t you eating?” Din had stopped his consumption long enough to eye your untouched plate.

“Hmm?” You were quickly brought back to reality. “I’m sorry, just a little dazed, I suppose. Please, don’t stop on my account. There’s plenty more after you’ve finished that."

He set his plate on the table beside him and reached for your cheek. As if he had been reading your thoughts, he said, "I’m here, cyar'ika. You saved me… like you always do."

"No, Din, it was you who saved me.”

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#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin / mando / the mandalorian #the force that brought us together #bring me back to life

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swatato · 5 years ago

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fat. FAT. P H A T RANT INCOMING FOR ANYONE WHO CARES TO READ THIS NONSENSE CUZ @haldidoodh ASKED

That episode literally blasted the last of my serotonin into smithereens but TBH??? WHO AM I MAD AT I should have seen this coming this whole volume has been such a headache. I cant be bothered to type up a coherent rwde essay on everything that bothered me this episode so im just gonna copy and paste my earlier yelling here instead ;A;

Team Rwby was god awful in episodes 11-12. They’re so self-righteous, entitled, hypocritical and cocky as a team and it doesnt help that they all suck as individual characters nowadays (except for weiss but even she lost best-girl points this episode also lmao blake and yang aren’t even INDIVIDUALS anymore they’re just bumbleby). It was annoying at first but now its just infuriating how rwby thinks theyre always right with their uwu energy and think they can do whatever tf they want with ZERO CONSEQUENCES.

Basically any time there is a problem in this show they have Ruby uwu at it and its solved lol.

They kept giving ironwood shit for taking on this incredible burden SO THAT NOBODY ELSE WOULD HAVE TO and rather than offer any real solution they just kept going “but mantle” like okay?? But remnant??? Like obvi letting mantle rot is bad but HE WAS OPEN TO ANY HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS CUZ HES OBVI AT HIS WITTS END AND DOESNT LIKE THE IDEA EITHER but yeah they just proceed to be the fattest hypocrites by hiding secrets of their own after being all “no more secrets uwu” and WHEN THEY GOT EXPOSED THEY JUST WENT “>:[“ (yangs self-righteous little glare here pissed me off so much oof) especially when ironwood was laying everything out in the open to them from the start. AND ESPECIALLY WHEN THE SECRET WAS FKIN “OH YEAH SALEM CANT DIE LOL” They watched ironwood make every decision he did in hopes of beating Salem while KNOWING she couldnt die??? So literallY WHERE do they get off on screeching at him with their yOu doNt hAvE to Suffer In ManTle YOu doNt kNow whAt iTs liKe bs. Wtf made ruby distrust iw at the start anyway? Because he had a bunch of ships out? They kept this CRUCIAL piece of information from him because he seemed stressed out?? Like what made ruby keep the secret from him. Someone tell me.

And the fact that rwby beat the ace-ops makes no goddamned sense. The power-scaling in this show is non-existant. We finally got to meet some pro huntsmen in this universe who aren’t teachers but are actually on the job, but because we gotta move out of the way for that 👌🏽✨ Power Of Friendship✨ and ✨rwby is always right✨ they somehow managed to beat experienced huntsmen with YEARS in the field who’ve actually graduated school??? FARM BOI OSCAR WHOS *JUST* LEARNING HOW TO FIGHT MANAGED TO LAND A PUNCH ON NEO FKIN POLITAN??? Didnt neo dance circles around yang??? Yang, who punches for a living and also beat mercury and adam??? I cant yall (and the fact that he didnt even bother to sneak up on her this boi literally screamed “no!!” as he ran down a hallway and neo didnt even have time to blink??? Pls)

Ruby’s “you were the best, until you trained us :3” -for maybe 2 days before my team went dancing ruby sis shut right tf up pls my god is this line just so. UNEARNED. Training in a room for a short while does not simply grant you the years of field experience the ace ops have and whAT IS UP WITH HER TRYING TO REASON WITH HARIETT AFTER SAYING THAT COCKY LINE AND FIGHTING HER??? WHAT and also like. The entire idea of “the ops lost cuz they weren’t good friends and were bad at teamwork uwu” is just so dumb. Ur telling me this group of high ranking hunstmen who’ve most likely been working together for at least a few years didnt have teamwork down??? Learning to work together is the most BASIC concept for a team to learn!! Its like the first thing a team has to perfect!! If the ace ops are supposed to be the best of atlas you dont think the ops would have gotten something as fundemental as teamwork down?? I dont buy it. And who gives a shit if they dont hang out after work or take selfies with eachother. Being friends doesnt necessarily mean theyre great at working together. If they succeed at relying on eachother to watch their backs, to keep each other alive (in the words of hariett herself) then Id think theyd know how to protect eachother i.e WORK TOGETHER.

And for all the ✨friendship✨ and ✨going through so much with someone✨ talk rwby like to do, the show barely displays these people acting like friends. We’re constantly TOLD how great of friends this group is, but the actual CONTENT we are shown leaves a lot to be desired. Tell me the last time ruby and blake teamed up in a fight. Or weiss and blake. Or yang and weiss. What teamwork?? Yang only interacts with blake now and weiss is only ever allowed to interact with ruby. Has blake ever said nora or ren’s name out loud? Have jaune and yang ever held a conversation between just them? Team rwby just spent a GOOD DEAL of time seperated from eachother, but when they reunite their teamwork is still somehow better than the ace ops?? Honestly its easier to believe that ruby is closer with team jnpr than she is her own team. If they showed the ops messing up during rwby vs ace ops fight due to lack of communication, then it still doesnt matter. My point is that they shouldnt have lacked teamwork in the first place.

Robyn was m e h this episode “JaMes ConTinUes to UnDeresTimAte Me” *proceeds to get knocked over in .3 seconds and is then KO for the rest of the episode* also great job for starting a fight and aiming to take clovers life in a moving airship with a terrorist on board when clover was acting PEACEFULLY and qrow was WILLING TO TALK IT OUT WITH IW and potentially work on a solution, but naw robyn is big mad and shall shoot.

Qrow made zero sense this episode too. I was with him right up until he chose TYRIAN OVER CLOVER??? THE PSYCOPATH WHO CANNOT BE REASONED WITH OVER THE RATIONAL DUDE YOU KNOW IS GOOD except clover wasnt acting rational in this fight at all and ill get to that AND IS THE ONLY FRIEND YOU HAVE WHOS NOT 19????? Qrow rly looked at tyrian- a man who is literally an enemy to all of remnant and went after ur neice- and said lets get rid of this punk together u and me bro. Like screw teaming with clover to bring down the dude you ACTUALLY have a grudge with whos also a serial killer and then trying to talk it out with clover whod be willing to do things peacefully why is this show like this

and AS FOR CLOVER. where were the braincells this episode. Qrow was trying to fight tyrian-the WAY bigger threat here, but clover??? kept knocking him away from tyrian and restraining him with his hook like??? YEAH LETS HELP OUT THE DEMON SCORPION CRACKHEAD HES CLEARLY NOT THE PRIORITY ATM nvm clover deserved to die there m8

His death scene was emotional and I feel bad for Qrow but u literally sealed his death when u ganged on him with tyrian so why are you even surprised. And on the subject of fairgame, im glad it didnt happen. Qrow was in no state for romance and I was glad he finally had a friend. He just spent the last volume thinking he wasted his life away helping oz, drowning in misery, drinking til he passed out on the street and so drunk he couldnt even be of any help during the apathy situation, when up til now hes been shown to fight just fine while drunk. I don’t see this as a “bury your gays trope” because clover was never confirmed to be gay and all their scenes added up to 40 seconds of platonic friendship. These two are grown ass men, if they had the hots for eachother then im pretty sure they could openly show it and not dance around it like theyre kids. I do feel bad for mlm viewers who were hoping for some rep with fairgame/lucky charms (cuz rt only cares if ur a cute marketable lesbian) but idc for the overly entitled fans who try to force their own headcanons on the writers and go feral when they dont get what they want. You dont just get to prance around claiming whats canon and what isnt. If rep is there then great, but if it isnt, then why not look somehwere else and let the author tell the story theyre trying to tell? Shipping fairgame cuz you think its cute is absolutely fine but not when u start getting ready to casterate crwby for not catering to you. Also, rwby sucks with lgbt+ rep anyway so what were yall expecting.

The only thing that was great this episode was the chorerography. It just sucks that the animation/choreo continues to improve while the writing doesnt. Another thing that really fell off this episode was the whole “we’re friends but we have to fight” drama. It doesnt work when its only ONE SIDE SHOWING ANY DISTRESS OVER IT. Only the ace ops (marrow, clover, the vine dude) seemed to show distress over having to fight rwby (it sucks that the only 1v1 weiss has won was because marrow was going EASY on her cuz he didnt wanna fight her fr) but rwby???? They didnt give any shits. They were so quick to turn against them and aim for their heads. They were SMILING as they ran at the ace ops, while they looked conflicted. If you oppose their UwU philosophy, you’re dead to them.

I really wanna enjoy RWBY but sometimes this show (and the fndm) really tests me. Its ironic how this episode came right after last episode, which I thought was the best chapter this volume. Anyway I rate this 10/10 cuz it gave me best character ironwood and best boi marrow and I would like to give them hugs for carrying this volume on their backs. (Also tyrian and penny and winter have been great too)

#oof just oof #and idegaf about cinder yall #lowkey hoping she gets all the maiden powers so she can finally beat rwby up and HUMBLE them a little #rwby #rwby vol 7 #rwde

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dancingsparks · 5 years ago

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Inadequate Silences

This was written as part of Sapphic September and for the prompt “I want this.” by @rockmarina

Also on Ao3

“So I decided to leave you and run away with her.” Hermione is still bent over her book, not giving any indication that she heard a word that Pansy said, just like the last 20 minutes. Pansy sighs. She didn’t expect much from their ‘Library-Date’ but is it really too much to ask that her girlfriend at least looks at her ever once in a while?

“That’s great, love.” Enough is enough, Pansy has gritted her teeth long enough and told herself that education is important, that Hermione enjoys studying and that it wouldn’t be fair to ask her to give it up. But this is a new low. Pansy is used to cancelled dates, accepted that Hermione doesn’t feel comfortable telling anyone and that she can’t kiss her girlfriend in public, but this was supposed to make up for it, supposed to be her time.

Pansy was so excited when Hermione told her, agonised over what to wear and made a list of what she wanted to do and talk about, but Hermione is almost oblivious to her presence. And Pansy doesn’t want to beg for scraps anymore, doesn’t want to wait around until Hermione has a second to spare for her. Pansy likes her, enjoys spending time with her and honestly thought they could have built something great. But not like this.

Hurt and annoyed Pansy slams her own book shut, intend on getting up as loudly as possible so Hermione would at least notice her leaving, when Hermione suddenly looks up, actually looks at her. Pansy sits still, savouring the moment and mourning what they could have had and that she would never get to experience.

She might as well do this right.

“I am going to leave now, and unless you actually want this, I am not coming back.” Hermione frowns at her, as if Pansy didn’t just pour out her heart to her, or as close as she is likely to get right now anyway. She doesn’t know what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t for Hermione to dumbly stare at her.

“I want this, of course I do.” Yes, of course she does. Really, how could Pansy not have realised this when Hermione spends all her time buried in books and refusing to even smile at her when someone might see. Of course she wants this. Pansy should have left sooner, she doesn’t know how she allowed this for so long, how she let herself be treated like this for so long.

“Maybe you should reconsider your priorities then, because this, what we have been doing, I don’t want that anymore. Have fun with your books.” And then Pansy leaves, because if she doesn’t leave now she will stay another month and maybe one more after that. And she can’t do that anymore. She can’t keep watching from the sidelines, hoping against hope that Hermione has ten minutes in her busy schedule put aside for her, compromising what she wants to make someone else comfortable, someone who doesn’t give back nearly enough.

Pansy will miss her, the stolen little moments, the fond exasperation, the way her hair clings to her fingers and that small smile that was reserved only for her. But in the end, Pansy can’t live of only those little specks of colours, splatter over a long time of waiting in the shadows.

Pansy walks out, holding her head high in the grim satisfaction that Hermione will be staring after her. Hopefully she realises what she just lost. Hopefully she is miserable.

Despite this, Pansy can’t stop a last look back. Hermione is staring after her, biting her lip and a frown on her face. Pansy knows that expression well, it means Hermione doesn’t understand something. But there is something else too, something conflicted, scared. Meeting her eyes, Pansy thinks it might not be over after all, that all is not lost yet. It’s Hermione’s move next, her who decides what their future looks like. Pansy did her part.

#wlw #femslash #hp #pansy x hermione #pansmione #sapphicseptember #sapphicseptember2019 #drabble #my writing

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listen to me — chapter 16

LISTEN TO ME — 0016

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The next day, Jisung woke up with a headache so strong that the world around him seemed about to explode. His stomach burned and wrapped at the same time. He was going to vomit soon; however, he didn't want this to happen, for he knew that he would lose the little strength he still had to assimilate the last events correctly. Definitely, Jisung hated feeling the effects of the hangover.

His first move was to get out of bed and look for the headache remedy that never came out of his reach. Keeping balance with the help of the walls and any object that would enable him to support his own body, the boy walked to the kitchen, filled a glass with water and swallowed the tablet. When the icy liquid hit his empty and sensitized stomach, the feeling of malaise only worsened. Jisung needed to eat something, but he wasn't hungry. Not when last night's flashes insisted on appearing in your mind like a badly made movie and spreading a fair amount of panic to the rest of his nervous system. After all, what the hell had he done?

Jisung looked down and saw that he was wearing only a pair of underwear. His hair was a little damp, as if he'd washed and slept on it without even bothering to brush. He couldn't remember how he had taken off his clothes, much less how he had thought of taking a shower before bed — he was sure he did, as he checked the bathroom stall and noticed that it was still slightly wet. Jisung wasn't sure of much, but a single clear and vivid scene compared to the others played in a loop before his eyes: Jinah was at his house. And that wasn't good.

Stumbling on his own feet, Han grabbed his phone and jumped back into bed. He looked up Woojin's number on the contact list and, more than quickly, called his friend. The last one must still be sleeping, since it was only eleven in the morning — when they went out at night, Woojin used to sleep all day, so, yes, it was still early. The call was terminated without any answer, but Jisung was persistent. He called once, twice, three times, until Woojin's momentarily hoarse timbre sounded on the other side, surrounded by a deep state of lethargy:

"What do you want, hell?"

"Why am I just in my underwear and why do I have the fucking memory of Jinah here at home?" Jisung asked in a single breath; then, heard a lazy laugh.

"Don't you remember?", Woojin replied with another question. "I think she's going to be a bit upset. It's hard to forget these things, especially when it comes to the first time."

"Don't play with me like that" Jisung wanted the older boy to believe that he really wasn't putting faith in that absurd explanation, but his face was paler than a sheet of paper. "Tell the truth."

Woojin would've made some more jokes, but he didn't want to have to deal with the fury of that new version of Jisung later, when he discovered the truth. It was a bit dangerous and Kim still had to finish his college.

"I don't know that right, man", he was sincere. "You drank like hell, suddenly said you were going to the bathroom, and when we realized, you were already crying on Jinah's shoulder over Chaerin."

Jisung buried his face in the pillow. That alone was enough to embarrass him for the next two months, and he hadn't even heard the worst yet.

"I took you home later. Jinah was with me, then went along, too. Are you ready to listen to the rest?"

"No."

"Right. In my head, I was just going to stuck you under the cold water, pull back and throw you in bed, but you said, with all the words, that I wasn't worthy to have the sight of your splendid body."

"Until then, I didn't say any bullshit."

"But Jinah was worthy, you know? You asked her to give you a shower without shame.", continued Woojin. "You left all happy when she accepted and you banged your head on the doorframe. That must be why it is hurting now."

Jisung widened his eyes at every word said by the older boy. In the end, it seemed to have two dishes below the eyebrows. If before the water was already cooling his stomach, now it had turned into a mini-iceberg.

"And then?" the fear of finding the answer was as big as curiosity.

"Ouch, I don't know. I just laid on your couch and went to sleep. When Jinah woke me up, she was all red, flushed, and her hair messy, then we left. I don't know if you even kissed in there, but it looked like, you know?"

"No, no, no..." Jisung began to despair. It was horrible to try to get in your memory the information you wanted so bad to get and find nothing but gaps. "I don't remember!"

"Ask her then", Woojin suggested as if that were the simplest and most uncomplicated route.

"I can't, that's... That's too embarrassing! Jinah's my friend!"

"So what? I kissed all my friends, including you."

"I didn't call you to talk about things that happened years ago!" Jisung snorted. "What if something really happened? I'll do what?"

"You'll enjoy it, of course." Woojin didn't think twice before answering. "When life sends you a woman like that, you don't question, you thank!"

"If you don't remember, I just got out of an engagement in the hardest way possible. I don't have the stability or the urge to get into another relationship any time soon, whether it's serious or not."

"Aish, Jisung..." although the other couldn't see, Woojin rolled his eyes. "I'm not saying it's easy to go through what you're going through now, but life doesn't stop, you have to move on!"

"I can't move on in that way," quieter, Jisung sighed. "I can't try something different with one person while my heart's still pounding for another, and I don't want to use anyone else's as a bandage, let alone Jinah."

Woojin was silent for a moment. He didn't agree, but he couldn't help but understand that, at one point, Jisung was right. "So, what do you intend to do?" he asked, with no more arguments.

"Apologize" the younger boy got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom.

"Are you going to call her?"

"I don't even have her number." he frowned at this, but didn't blame himself for his lack of attention. Jisung already had too many problems and obligations on a daily basis, such as dealing with a broken heart; tolerate the absurd meddling of people of the university in his life; take a deep breath to keep from freaking out before his electronic store notice came to an end; to prepare his psychological for the bomb that accompanied the last two periods of his course ─ which was denominated like the notorious stage (that would begin in that same week) ─ and more an infinity of things. Jinah had arrived and settled in his life not long ago, she still didn't deserve such high priority. "I'll talk to her in person."

"See if you're not going to ask her to bathe you again, eh?"

"Fuck you, Woojin."

Having the call terminated, no thanks or goodbye, my friend made itself heard. It was enviable how much the basis of that relationship was sweet and provided with much affection, attention, education, and companionship. An example of friendship full of love!

♡˖°

Jinah waited for a reaction from her friends as she finished her fateful account of last night's events, yet, she had to hold on to the anxiety and stare at the three faces, not at all surprised until Jade resolved to break the silence and drop one:

"I warned you."

"Didn't even shock an egg," Chan added.

"But you guys don't understand!" Jinah squirmed on the couch. There was little left to throw herself on the ground and start making drama about how unfair and meaningless her life was. "I can't even like a little of him, that should be out of the question!"

"A little?" Changbin arched an eyebrow. "I'd say you really like Jisung very, very, veeeery much."

"You don't have to exaggerate, either."

"Jinah, you've been freaking out since seven in the morning, didn't let anyone sleep," Jade stated. "That's because the guy just threatened to kiss you; so, no, it's not an exaggeration."

"I don't even want to see when this kiss really happens," Chan added again.

"That's the problem. That kiss won't really happen," Jinah claimed with all conviction. "Yesterday was a fatality. Jisung was very drunk and must've let himself go, but that doesn't change the fact that he not only likes, but loves Chaerin, and there's nothing I can do to change that," she sighed sadly. "And everything repeats itself again..."

"Oh, JinJin, it's not like that either." Changbin wrapped an arm around Jinah's neck, to comfort her. "He can learn to love other people over time."

"Or not," the girl retorted. "And I, honestly, don't want to wait to take the risk again."

Jinah was just tired of watching her heart always picking the wrong people. Tired of being just that medicine that others use to recover and, when they can, discard the empty card. With Jisung it wouldn't be any different.

"I just have to forget this while I still have time," she continued, shrugging her shoulders. "I've gotten over worse things, anyway."

Jade opened her lips, but her next sentence had to die in her mouth as the bell rang and Chan smelled burned from the kitchen; soon, the american got up to open the door and the aussie was trying to save the lunch.

Jisung swallowed as the girl's face changed dramatically when she saw that the visitor was none other than her newly declared enemy.

"Jinah's there?" he spoke directly, already afraid that the girl would invent some lie just to keep him from stepping in her house for a few minutes, but, Jade merely sent him a merely friendly look and gave him room to enter the apartment.

The symptoms of liking someone are usually very clear, such as Jinah's faint despair about her pajamas and her face from who hadn't slept in days. Appearing so untidy in front of Jisung wrapped her stomach, but she soon tried to scare the feeling, thinking that her goal from that moment was to destroy any unrelated feelings besides friendship when it came to Han. It'd even be good for the boy to see her deplorable appearance, so he'd eliminate any chance of a second kissing attempt between the two ─ if it wasn't already completely and utterly extinct.

Changbin greeted the newcomer briefly and followed his girlfriend into the kitchen. Being alone with Jinah, Jisung bit his cheek inside and did everything he could to keep the shame from taking action, but it was such a difficult task!

"You visiting me at this time?" Jinah pointed with her chin at the seat next to her and tried to act as she always did with the boy. She couldn't make it clear that she only wanted to open a hole in the ground and hide her head like an ostrich. "Or rather, you visiting me? What bug bit you?"

"I came to apologize," Jisung sat down "for happened yesterday. I wasn't very well."

"I noticed" Jinah forced a laugh. "But that's okay, it happens."

"Talking about it..." Han tucked his lower lip in his teeth, visibly uncomfortable with the conversation, but curiosity was always bigger. "What happened yesterday? At..." his cheeks flushed. Lovely! Jinah soon blamed herself for the unwelcome thought. "At bath time."

"Nothing. I barely touched you, I swear. You just complained a lot, but with that I'm kind of used to."

"It's just that Woojin said you looked nervous when you woke him up to leave."

Jinah found herself in front of three paths, where one of them was to pretend to have alzheimer, the other to lie, saying that nothing happened, and the last to tell the truth. Considering that she hated that people lied to her and believed that a good friendship was built on the basis of trust, she chose the third path.

"You tried to kiss me."

"Did I?" Jisung wanted to die, there was no other way of describing what he felt.

"Yeah, but you slept about two minutes later. You can calm down, nothing much has happened."

The boy opened and closed his mouth several times, but not even shaking his hands in an almost desperate gesture to try to recover the gift of speech, he managed to explain himself properly. Ouch, that had at least an explanation!

"Sorry," he finally said. "I didn't want to do it, I'm sorry."

"I already said it's okay." Jinah dismissed the other's concern with a snap of the tongue in the roof of her mouth. "That wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been drunk."

"Not at all" hearing the confirmation of what she intimately knew already was even worse, Jinah proved. "But I didn't want things to get strange between us."

"Things between us have always been strange, Jisung."

"But not in that sense."

"For the third time, I repeat: it's okay, you have nothing to worry about," Jinah reinforced, noting that the boy was almost as stubborn as she was. "Now forget about it. Do you want to eat something? I don't think there's lunch, but there's pizza."

"No, I have to go." Jisung stood up. He lied about not being hungry, but he feared he might die choking if he'd been in the sights of Jade's eyes for a long time. "Thank you. For yesterday and for the invitation."

"No need to thank." Jinah also lifted her body from the sofa and followed the boy to the door. "Friends are good for that" somehow, even if it was because of fatigue, she had to convince herself that they would never be something more than that.

And she really would've been convinced, but Jisung made a point of sending her a ravishing smile of weakened hearts; one he had never sent before, which triggered her return to square one.

Poor Choi Jinah.

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perriewinklenerdie · 6 years ago

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I wish... (Ethan Ramsey x MC) part 5

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! Next chapter is here! I also have some one shots ideas swimming in my head, we’ll see how that goes! As for now, enjoy some quality time with our husband! As per usual, English is still not my first language, my MC is Clarissa “Claire” Herondale. Enjoy! <3

Word count: 2067

Chapter 5: Out in the open

He was stunned. She was here. Really here. He kept on pinching himself, unable to believe that it’s the reality and not another one of his dreams.

He couldn’t move. His muscles refused to obey his will. He tried to stand up but he felt as though he would fall as soon as he did stand up. He saw other medics tend to her, check her vitals, giving her food and water, cleaning her as much as they could without a shower and give her clothes to change.

Finally, she stood there. She looked lost, her eyes searching for something familiar.

Their gazes met. And he finally could move.

He ran. He ran to her, unable to stop himself, not caring about what others might think or say. She didn’t have time to start running, but she would if the distance was bigger.

They fell into each other’s arms with a force so big they had to support themselves on the wall to avoid contact with the floor.

His arms went securely around her, one of them circling her waist and the other holding her head to him. Her arms went around him, hanging on tightly. Neither of them wanted to let go.

He dreamed of having her in his arms a lot during the last month. He couldn’t believe that it was really happening. For once in his life, he wanted something and it was granted to him.

They were oblivious to the sympathetic looks they were getting from everyone around them. Harper had a huge smile on her face, not believing it either, but being extremally happy that Claire was alive, knowing that she was the only one who could open Ethan back up.

Detective Cordato stood next to them. They turned their heads towards him, not letting go of each other.

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but we… we have a lot of questions, Miss Herondale. Would you mind answering them now or would you prefer to do it later, once you had a chance to sleep?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“I’d like it to be over, let’s go with it.” She said quietly. Ethan ran his fingers through her hair.

“Maybe let’s take it to my office? It would be quiet and peaceful and definitely more comfortable than the hall.” He proposed and everyone agreed.

Ethan, not letting go of Claire, started walking with the rest of them towards his office, opening the door and letting everyone in. He sat her down on the couch and turned to get her some tea and a blanket, but she grabbed his hand, panic all over her face, shaking her head vigorously. He looked over to Harper, she nodded her head wordlessly and fetched the two items. He covered Claire with a blanket and she snuggled into his side.

“Okay… Miss Herondale, if you don’t mind… can you tell us what happened here a month ago?”

“I was walking towards Lucy’s room. She was my patient. Just as I was entering the room, the alarm went off. I grabbed her in my arms and started running towards the emergency exit, but then she saw that man… she told me who he was, so I had no other choice but to turn around and hide. We went into the supply closet and…”

“If you don’t mind my interruption. Have you seen anyone else near or in the said closet?”

“No? Why? Anyway, we closed the door behind us, but I think he saw us running there, because the next thing I knew, he was trying to take the door down. He didn’t succeed so he decided to light the door on fire and leave. We managed to leave right before the door would be not able to open, I found emergency stairs and we went down and ran.”

“Why didn’t you go to all the other doctors and patients? What were you doing all this time you were missing?” detective Cordato asked.

“I knew that the man was not of good mental health. I knew he could hurt Lucy. I thought if I ran with her and hid somewhere until they found him….”

“That’s why you were gone? You were hiding? How did you provide for both of you for so long?”

“Yes. I was keeping tabs on the news, but I knew we couldn’t get back here unless he was found and locked. I couldn’t contact anyone because he could have been controlling my phone or other devices. My priority was to keep Lucy safe, wait until it was okay for us to come back and then get her here to check her condition. Nothing was apparent but I didn’t have equipment to be sure.”

“You were really brave, doctor. We already called her parents, they are on their way. Would you like to talk to them?”

“Please, I would like to be updated on her condition. And if her parents wish to speak to me, no problem.” She smiled softly, looking at her hands.

“Okay, I think that’s it for now. If we’ll need something more, we’ll contact you. You should rest, Miss Herondale. You deserve it.” He smiled down at her and extended his hand for her to shake. She did so with a smile.

“Thank you, officer. Goodnight.” Detectives left the room, leaving her, Ethan and Harper alone.

The chief approached them and kneeled down in front of her.

“I’d just like to say that I am proud of your work, dr. Herondale. I am honored to have you on our team, such a devoted doctor. Please, rest, take a few days off, let yourself get back on track.” She sent a small smile towards the young doctor, her eyes moving to Ethan.

“Take care of her, okay?” Harper mouthed to him, he nodded. She stood up and left the room.

They were finally alone. She was still wrapped securely in his arms, his cheek pressed against her head.

“Do you want me to take you to your apartment? You should really sleep.” He murmured, his words hard to understand because his lips were buried in her hair.

“No. If I go there now, I’ll have to explain everything and I don’t feel like I am up for it right now.”

“Okay… my place then?”

“If that’s not a problem… yeah, that would be perfect.” Her voice was small and quiet, as though she was afraid he would reject her.

“Of course it’s not a problem. Come on, let’s go.” He stood up, keeping her in his arms.

They went to his car, he helped her get in and covered her with a blanket, getting in the car and starting it. His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his grip on her hand tightening.

“I honestly don’t know anymore. I feel relieved that I can finally be back, I was so tired of running. Lucy is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met but she is a child, she has her needs that I knew I couldn’t satisfy, we didn’t have money or a place to stay or food… I felt so helpless, we found some good people, they gave us some food but we couldn’t stay there for long…”

“… You have no idea how happy and relieved I am that you are okay. That you are alive.” His voice was breaking, tears were forming in his eyes.

“Me too. For a second I thought I that it was the end. But then I thought of you and how you would be disappointed with me, not being able to save a patient…”

“No. No, no, no. You don’t understand…” he cut off; they have arrived at his apartment. They went upstairs, he helped her get comfortable, but before he could ask her if she’d like some tea, he saw her eyelids dropping.

“You’re tired. Come on.” He took her hand and led her to his bedroom, sat her down.

“You can sleep here tonight. I’ll take the guest room.” He turned to leave but felt a hand on his wrist. She was looking up at him, her eyes wide, looking nervous.

“Ethan…” his heart stopped at the sound of his name coming from her lips. It felt right. “… do you think you could sleep here tonight? With me? I just… don’t think I can survive the night alone.” Her voice was small, a little embarrassed, she hated showing her weakness.

“Of course, no problem” he smiled softly, going to his dresser to fetch her his shirt for her to sleep in. before he could leave the room, she already started changing. She took her clothes off and he really tried not to look, but he couldn’t look away, he was mesmerized with her beauty. He noticed she lost some weight, the consequence of not eating enough. She threw on his shirt, the garment too big on her, falling off on of her shoulder. He undressed to, both of them getting in bed.

They turned towards each other, faces closely together, breathing the same air.

“I missed you.” he whispered softly. His hand touched her cheek, fingers brushing her hair away.

“I missed you too. You have no idea how badly I wanted to reach out to you, but I just couldn’t risk it.”

“I thought you were…. You were dead. I never thought I could be so vulnerable, yet here I was, unable to get through my day without breaking down. I longed for one more chance to see you, talk to you, to tell you…” he stopped talking, his eyes on hers.

“Ethan… I had no idea you thought I was dead. I assumed you thought I was missing. I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone.” Her eyes filled with tears.

“It made me realize how fragile our lives are. With you gone, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I became even more rude than usual. I snapped at Harper, Naveen didn’t know what to do. But it was him that helped me realize something priceless and important.”

“And what is it?”

“Claire… I love you.” he whispered, his eyes full of emotions, sincere and true. “I know that’s not the correct order of things, and I know that you probably don’t reciprocate those feelings, but I just had to get them out. I felt horrible that I didn’t get the chance to tell you. You bring out the best in me, you marched into my life and took down my walls, that took years for me to build. You made me want to open up, talk about my feelings. You changed me, and like it or not, I cannot lie to myself anymore. I love you. That’s just a fact.” She looked at him with disbelief on her face. His thoughts were running wild, his mind thinking he crossed the line, he ruined everything they had. He didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t…

She kissed him. Her soft lips touched his, hesitantly at first. Then the initial shock passed and he felt as if he woke up. His arms went around her, bringing her closer, hugging her to his chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair, soft locks passing through them.

They lost the track of time, both comforted by the presence of the other. When the air was necessary, they broke the kiss, their foreheads touching, still holding each other close as if letting them get away for even a millimeter would make them disappear.

She laid on her back, his head on her chest, listening to her strong heartbeat, her fingers tracing mindless patterns on the skin of his naked back. Silence took over them both, only their breaths being heard in the room.

“I love you too, Ethan. I’ve loved you for a while now.” She whispered to him. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, his whole body visibly relaxing at her words.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that I love you too. I almost lost you, I’m never going to make that mistake again. I love you.” he kissed her again, softly, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss.

They embraced each other and fell asleep, as relaxed as ever, their bodies close together, everything around them peaceful and quiet.

It was the best sleep they ever had.

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takadasaiko · 5 years ago

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Houseguest Chapter Two: Uncertain Invitations

FFN II AO3

Summary: A hungover Tony gets news of a break in at a Stark Industries facility.

Chapter Two: Uncertain Invitations

Light flooded into the room and Tony loosed a loud and dramatic wail of disapproval, throwing the covers up over his head. Almost as quickly as he'd ducked under them, they were pulled back down and a far-too-awake Pepper Potts came into view. He turned to bury his face in his pillow. "Too bright. Turn it down," he mumbled.

"That would be the sun, Tony."

"Don't care. Turn down the sun."

"You know, I'd almost forgotten how absurd you are when you're hungover," Pepper teased and he turned to squint up at her.

"Come back to bed."

"I can't. I have a meeting and you have a houseguest that's been up for at least an hour." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple.

Tony made a small, disgruntled sound at the statement before pulling her off balance and back into bed anyway. Pepper's reaction was loud, part startled shout and part laugh as she tumbled on top of him and he cringed. She shifted so that she was leaned over him and he was fairly sure she was more amused than annoyed. "Tony, I have a meeting at ten," she reminded him softly as he pulled her down into a kiss.

"Call in. You're the boss. You can do that."

"Playing your buffer between you and Steve is not a good reason to cancel a meeting with another Fortune 500 CEO that has taken months to line up. Sorry." She pressed another quick kiss to his lips and he let her go before her amusement took a turn into irritation.

He watched her straightened out her skirt suit and sunk back against his pillow. She looked over, a blush creeping to her cheeks. "What?"

"Just thinking about how lucky I am."

Her smile was soft. "I can't stay, Tony."

"I know. Love you."

"You too. JARVIS, don't let him go back to sleep."

"As you wish, Miss Potts."

Tony offered a glare in no particular direction. "We've gotta have a talk about your loyalties, buddy," he grumbled and Pepper's laugh followed her out.

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Steve had never been too picky about his sleeping arrangements. He had found himself tucked away in a variety of places over the years. A bed, a cot, the floor, or even the ground outside when they were behind enemy lines during the war. He was fairly sure he'd never slept in a bed like the one in one of Stark's six- yeah, he'd confirmed the number that the inventor hadn't seemed entirely sure of the night before - guest bedrooms. If he were to hazard a guess, he'd bet the other five were just as comfy. It was everything he'd been able to do to get up with the sun, and even that hadn't been because the light had made it into the room. No, that would have been too normal. The computer system that Stark used in his suit - Jarvis, Steve thought he'd called it… him? He wasn't sure - had offered the option to set an alarm for him or allow him to sleep and Steve had chosen the alarm. Good thing too, because the large windows that had given him such a gorgeous view of the ocean the night before had tinted with the rising sun.

The house had been fairly quiet for eight in the morning, though he supposed he really had no idea what kind of hours the other man kept. He'd done some light research on Tony Stark when he'd first been given files linked to his past and his name and photo had cropped up. One of the SHIELD agents that had been assigned to him to help him acclimate to the twenty-first century had shown him how to run a basic internet search and he'd instantly regretted it. Howard Stark's son had been just as wild as the man himself and had, perhaps, taken it a few steps further. Or maybe it was the fact that folks carried cameras and video recorders on them wherever they went now that left every graceless moment displayed for all the world to read about and watch. It hadn't left him overly confident when Fury had said he was bringing him in to retrieve the Tesseract, but Tony had certainly proven himself. It took a certain kind of man to be willing to make the sacrifice play like he had with the bomb. To make the play, and to come out alive. It was just the level of crazy that Steve remembered from Howard back in the war. It left him curious just how much the younger Stark had turned out like the elder and if maybe - just maybe - he'd find a friend there too.

Not that he'd conveyed that very well the night before. He'd stumbled all over his explanation, and Tony had taken it in some other way than what Steve had meant. He still wasn't sure exactly how he'd taken it, but despite the protests it was clear that he'd offended the other man.

It was nearly nine-thirty by the time Tony finally made an appearance. Bleary-eyed and shuffling in a robe old enough it could have been his father's, he seemed to be following the noise of fists hitting the heavy bag. Steve wasn't entirely sure if he'd just walked in or had been standing there for a while by the time the inventor moved into his line of sight, drawing his attention, but he steadied the swinging bag and turned towards him. "Morning."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How are you not hungover? I get Pep. She had two drinks and was out, but you kept up with me. And I have a pretty good tolerance."

Steve finally cracked a smile at the utterly dumbfounded look the intelligent man was wearing. "The serum sped up my metabolism."

"So you process it faster," Tony sighed as if he'd missed the most obvious thing in the world. "Right."

"I actually can't get drunk. I've tried."

"You?"

"It was a bad day."

"Huh." He ran a hand through his short, dark hair, standing it on end. "Well, I'm gonna go try my luck with breakfast."

He turned and Steve wasn't sure if that was supposed to be an invitation or not. After a long moment he started pulling the wraps from his hands and folded them up where he'd found them, starting out towards the kitchen.

Jarvis was reading off what sounded like news highlights as Steve entered. Tony was rummaging through a cupboard, responding back like he was having a conversation with the computer about the state of the nation and dropped a couple particularly snarky comments about a Senator Stern.

"There was also a break in at one of the Stark Industries facilities at the edge of town."

Tony straightened so fast that he slammed his head against a shelf. "What?! Why are you just now telling me that?"

"You asked for me to give you the news in order of importance!" Jarvis argued, sounding more offended than a computer should have been able to.

He grabbed the frying pan he must have been after and waved it emphatically in the air. "You should have told me when it happened!"

"My protocols state that if your blood alcohol readings are above a certain level to withhold all potentially Iron Man-related issues until you may safely operate the suit."

Tony crunched his nose up at that, setting the frying pan down on the burner and moving towards the fridge. He re-emerged with a carton of eggs and what looked like spinach. "I'm not saying that's a bad idea there, J, but I know I didn't put that in there."

"Miss Potts implemented that particular protocol after the birthday incident a couple of years ago, sir."

"So what? Are you saying that if I tried to put the suit on while I was drunk you'd lock me out?"

"Yes sir. As per the protocol that Miss Potts set up."

He cracked an egg on the edge of the skillet. "I'm telling you, Jarvis, I'm questioning your loyalties."

"Do you make a habit of flying drunk?" Steve asked, the question leaving his lips before he'd really given himself permission.

Tony turned like he'd forgotten he had a guest at all. "Huh? Oh. No, not really. All theoretical."

"He -" Steve motioned vaguely, not sure exactly where Jarvis was located - "said something about the birthday incident?"

"These days," Tony amended. "All theoretical these days. How do you feel about eggs? This was going to be an omelette, but I'm pretty sure it's just scrambled eggs at this point."

"Eggs are great."

"Fantastic."

They lapsed into silence as Tony scrambled the eggs and dumped them on the plate, offering it to Steve before starting on his own. After a few moments he heaved a sigh. "J?"

"Yes sir?"

"Care to finish telling me about my facility that was broken into last night?"

"There's not much to tell, sir. That's why it's only just coming up. A burglary took place, the police were called by the automated systems. I can pull up the reports as soon as they're delivered to us."

"You said burglary. What was stolen?"

"A full inventory has not been conducted yet. Shall I make that a priority?"

"Which facility?"

"The one in Burbank, sir."

Tony tilted his head. "Yeah. Get me that list as soon as you have it."

"Of course, sir."

He dumped his own breakfast onto a plate and joined Steve where he was standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen. He shoved a fork full of eggs into his mouth and spoke around it. "So how long you staying?"

Steve looked up at that, taking a moment to realize that the question had been directed at him and not Jarvis. "I didn't have any definite plans. Thought I might drive into town today -"

"By into town do you mean the sprawling metropolis that is Los Angeles?" Tony asked, his tone slightly amused.

"Yeah… I'll find a place to stay there and —"

Tony quirked one dark eyebrow. "Running you off that quick?"

"I don't want to intrude…"

"You're already here, and I guarantee whatever stipend SHIELD's given you to live on isn't going to cover a decent hotel in LA."

Steve tilted his head, studying the other man. He was hard to get a read on. Last night he'd gone from trying to boot him out to accommodating to offended and back around to a kind of polite civility that had sounded incredibly forced.

Dark eyes flickered over to him and their owner squirmed under Steve's gaze. "What?"

"Just trying to figure you out," he answered honestly and that pulled a laugh from the other man.

"Many a shrink has tried," he offered lightly. He straightened from where he had been leaning over the counter to eat, moving to take care of the plate and even offering to take Steve's. He poured two cups of coffee and started back out of the kitchen, speaking as he left. "Heading over to Burbank in about half an hour."

And again, Steve had no idea if that was supposed to be an invitation.

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TBC

Notes: There's something so fun and freeing when it comes to working with these guys so early on. I really do love their early relationship.

I hope you're enjoying this story!

Next time: Tony and Steve' investigate the burglary at the Stark Industry.

#MCU fanfiction #Tony Stark #Iron Man #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Pepper Potts #Pepperony

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saccharinedanganimagines · 6 years ago

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Rantaro, Shuichi and The purple boi hearing that someone is at the door and goes to open it, seeing their fem/crush standing in the rain, clothes ruined and just looking very exhausted saying , "The power went out at my house and I didn't want to be alone. I didn't know who else I'd go to." ( later the same night she might slip out a little bit about her feelings!)

Aww jinkies I hope this never happens to any of you! .( ̵˃﹏˂̵ ) …Unless you end up at your crush’s house too fufufu~-

~ Mod Komaru

Power Outage:

Rantaro-

Immediately welcomes you inside and starts fussing over you. His instincts kick in when he sees you soaking wet and he all but literally pulls you inside out of the rain.

He’s not even truly registering the fact that it’s his crush at the door yet: inside he’s kind of aware but he has this nurturing instinct first thing and his priority is making sure you’re taken care of.

“First thing’s first…let’s get you some dry clothes. My sisters like to send me their favorite dresses when they need some mending, so help yourself to whatever you want to put on while I find you a towel, yeah?”

He walks you to the guest room and it’s only when you’re behind the closed door that he fully realizes it: his crush is here, in his house.

He runs a nervous hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks slightly pink as he heads to the linen closet to get you a towel.

As he passes the guest room, he knocks politely and asks, “How do you like your tea? I already have hot water on, so it’s no trouble, and we should get something warm in you so you don’t catch cold…ah, come to think…have you eaten yet? I think this house is on a different grid than yours, so I’ll cook something up now in case our luck runs out. I’ll be downstairs, so just find me when you’re ready.”

He hands you the towel through the door, then heads downstairs and makes you something simple and quick, a recipe he picked up from somewhere overseas. When he hears you come down, he starts talking before looking up.

“I hope you don’t mind fish: it’s the thing I’m best at making, being around on that boat all the-” He pauses briefly when he looks up at you, almost forgetting to flip the fish, “-time. Ah, you picked that dress-”

His expression instantly makes you worry that maybe this one was too important to choose, so you offer hasty apologies and ask if you should go change.

“Huh? Oh no, no-!” He laughs, and the sound comes right from his chest, warm and deep and genuine. “-Don’t you dare, you look beautiful! I was just surprised, y’know?” His cheeks flush and he looks right into your eyes.

“I’m…used to seeing my sisters wear those. I never really considered how they’d look…on a woman before.” A beat. “…Sorry, am I making any sense? Ahah. Here, let’s eat.”

He plates up the food, brings you tea, and he switches on the cooking channel while you settle in on the couch.

“If you wanna watch anything else, just take the remote, yeah? I just figured this would be a good way to think of what I can make you next time. That is…I hope there’s a next time, under better circumstances? You’re welcome here any time, (Y/N).”

As he spoke you’d been listening quietly, getting lost in his voice. How could one guy sound so calm and be so comforting so effortlessly?

“…I love you.”

His eyes go wide at your sudden confession and his face goes totally red.

“A-Ah! I’d love to-” You hastily correct, laughing nervously.

“Y-Yeah, no worries, I get you-” Rantaro looks completely caught off-guard for once.

It only makes you want to see that side of him even more.

Shuichi-

“A-Ah, don’t worry about it! Y-You must be freezing, come in-ah, sorry for the mess-”

He’s very introverted and the type to need to really plan before having company without feeling too much anxiety, so he’s still a little flustered, but seeing you in such a state makes him forget all about those kinds of worries.

“…Did a car splash mud all over you? This…really isn’t your night, huh? Um, do you want a shower? I-I’m not saying that like you have to or you should or anything-I just thought, if you wanted, you definitely could, there are towels.”

You nod and tell him, “No that sounds perfect right now, thank you so much, Shuichi. I really owe you for this…”

“N-Not at all. I’m just happy I can help somehow.”

He shows you where the bathroom is and then all but sinks into the chair at his work desk, burying his face in his hands.

…This was really happening, wasn’t it?

Unfortunately, he was so quick to usher you into the shower that he forgot that he doesn’t have anything specific for a female visitor to wear.

So when you finish up and come in wearing his boxers and one of his slightly oversized button-up sleeping shirts, it’s almost too much for this poor shy detective to handle.

“A-Ah! I’m so sorry-I didn’t have anything set aside for you-”

“No, this is perfect. I love…it.”

Your honest answer in the face of his massive bewilderment hits him square in the heart. He covers his mouth and looks aside, cheeks red, not noticing how you’re in a similar predicament from what almost slipped out of your mouth.

He’s really got it bad for you. Your sudden, stifled yawn snaps him back to reality.

“O-Oh, if you’re tired, you’re more than welcome to use my bed, if…if that’s not too strange. I’ll be up all night working on this case anyways so you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Thank you, Shuichi. But…don’t feel like you can’t go to sleep too, okay? I’ll face one side and…we can share. Take care of yourself too, please?”

He manages a hasty nod as you get ready for sleep. He’s totally screaming on the inside.

He really tries not to give in, but eventually he drags himself to bed and gives you as much room as he can, like a gentleman.

What he couldn’t have counted on was waking up as your little spoon.

Kokichi-

“Woah! You’re a mess! Did your power go out too? Nishishi~, not to worry, a supreme leader like me is always prepared! Get inside you dum-dum!”

That’s a lie, this is the absolute last thing he ever expected to happen. Seeing you made his heart skip a little but he’s trying to play it cool!

He leads you to the washroom with a handheld LED lamp and gives you a slightly damp towel.

“I didn’t have time to do laundry yet, but you can use this! It’s the cleanest one, I swear I only used it to dry my hair~”

When he announces that he’s going to find you something dry to wear, you use the towel he gave you to dry your hair. Inhaling something slightly fragrant, you absently bring the towel to your nose.

It’s a surprisingly mild scent, but is this...Kokichi’s shampoo? Strange, you would have thought it’d be something overwhelmingly fruity. It’s unexpected, but it’s so plain that it brings a certain nostalgia to you, like remembering time rolling in the grass with an old friend.

A knock on the door startles you out of your reverie and you open up.

“Hey, hey! Did you get lost in here or something? Nishishi~, I have your sleeping choices all lined up on my bed! Go pick one and come to the living room so we can play!”

He darts off, the sound of his giggling and the padding of his bare feet plodding down the hall quickly. You go to his room and find-

-a collection of kigurumis, laid out on the bed! You pick out the rabbit one and peel off all your wet clothes to change into it before joining him in the living room.

“Surprise! What do you think?”

Little electric tea lights line a path to a huge canopy of sheets and blankets draped around the furniture into the biggest fort you’ve ever seen. He beckons you into a tunnel of cushions and blankets, where there’s piles of candy and chips and snacks.

“Look, your handheld is here from last time-I took the liberty of charging it for you since you forgot it, but mine is charged too, we can still play Mokepon!”

Shoulder to shoulder, you start up your games and munch on your candies. You can’t help but sink a little closer to him when you catch another whiff of his shampoo tickling your nose. Before you know it, you’re both laying back on the cushions, your head tucked into the crook of his neck and shoulder, his head leaning on yours. You play your games for hours like that, and it’s honestly pure bliss-the idle conversation, the peaceful, domestic intimacy of him occasionally asking you if you’re comfortable or if you need anything.

You start trading your Mokepon and send him a Luvdisc. He giggles mischievously and nudges you.

“Isn’t that the one people give each other to profess their love? What a bold move! Nishishi~”

His teasing is light but your face is burning up. You’d...totally forgotten about that. Hesitantly you glance at him, but he’s still playing his game. Or so it seemed.

His shampoo smells really nice. You turn your nose towards it and breathe it in at the nape of his neck.

“Hey.”

His voice is softer somehow.

“Trade with me again, okay?”

You blink and look back at your game. He’s offering the one you just sent back to you.

“I’m...returning it.” His smile is secretive and his face feels warm, so close to yours. “...Do you get it?”

#new danganronpa v3 #new danganronpa v3 imagine #kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma imagines #rantaro amami #rantaro amami imagines #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara imagines #fluff

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blueplanettrash · 7 years ago

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Why Would I Lie?

I have no idea where the ask to this went, or if it was even from an ask. Either way, I hope everyone enjoys! ❤️

When everyone got back to the Castle, Shiro had first priority over all of their attention since he came back close to death with his injuries and had to be put in the pods immediately. Lance brought up his concerns about mind-swishing to Coran before they joined the others and he took Hunk aside to another room to examine him for any neurological problems. While they waited for Hunk to return and Shiro to emerge from the pod they scattered themselves around the room.

“What happened to Shiro anyway?” Pidge asked, turning from where she was staring into the pod.

“The witch hurt him before we went through the wormhole but the fall really did some damage too, also those weird lizard monster things,” he added as an afterthought.

“Wait! Shiro fought monsters while he was bleeding out!?” Lance asked in shock.

“Well, kind of? He was more trying to get away from them then actually fight them, you know because he was bleeding out,” Keith said with a raised brow. Lance pouted and crossed his arms.

“I had to sprint across literally the entire planet to get to Shiro though, even jumped across a canyon with my boosters, and fought those lizard things off of him,”

“Coran and I were stuck in a time loop, every time we reset he got younger until he was just a baby,” Allura giggled. “The mice changed too, it was quite strange, we wouldn’t have been able to make it out if it wasn’t for Pidge and the Green Lion though,” she said smiling at the blushing green paladin.

“Whoa! Really? What happened?” Lance asked in amazement, rushing over to her. Pidge blinked up at him before giving him a proud smirk.

“It was nothing really, I just built a satellite to connect with the Castle,” she said as if it was no big deal.

“That’s so cool Pidge! I didn’t know you could do that!”

“Yeah, well,” she chuckled proudly.

“What happened to you and Hunk? As soon as Green and I got there I just saw you two burst out of the ocean,” Pidge asked curiously, leaning against the centre console.

“Me and Hunk saved the whole quiznaking planet and everyone living there,” he said proudly, puffing his chest out dramatically.

There was a second of complete silence before they burst into laughter around him. Lance looked at them helplessly as their mocking giggles cut through the air.

“Do you honestly expect us to believe that?” Keith chuckled holding his stomach as he doubled over.

“It’s true!” he insisted.

“Oh, come on Lance, you? Saving an entire planet? Please,” Pidge huffed crossing her arms.

“Yes Lance, it doesn’t seem very realistic,” Allura chimed in.

“Realistic? You were going through time loops, how is that realistic?” Lance argued turning to point an accusing finger at her.

“Why would Allura lie?” Pidge asked, her form tense as if the very accusation made her angry. Lance looked at her in disbelief.

“Why would I lie?” He practically cried. Keith let out a breath of laughter.

“To make yourself look better after sitting at the bottom of the ocean for help?” Keith smirked. Lance looked at him with wide eyes. Why would he think that? Did he really come off as such an attention seeker?

“What! That’s not true, we followed a mermaid ba-,”

“A mermaid Lance? Really? You couldn’t think of something better than that?” Pidge cut him off.

“Yeah, come on Lance! Shiro almost died and you can’t stay out of the spotlight long enough to tell us the truth,” Keith bristled in anger. Lance wasn’t sure when the conversation turned to the black paladin but they were there now.

“I am telling the truth, they were being brainwashed and they didn’t know it, not even Queen Luxia,”

“Wow, first brainwashing, now a Queen? Don’t tell me, she confessed her undying love to you too?” Pidge mocked. Lance jolted back.

“What! No, we-,”

“Finally the truth comes out, why can’t conversations with you be that easy?” Keith laughed.

“Why would you say something like that?” Lance asked looking down at the ground. He knew that he didn’t make life easy for Keith but it was more of a bonding tactic than anything else. He didn’t mean to make Keith hate him, it was never his intention. Maybe he was just an easier person to hate than like.

Keith looked like he was ready to say something else but they turned their attention away when they heard the doors to the med bay opening and they saw both Coran and Hunk walk in chatting happily to each other.

“Ugh, Hunk finally,” Pidge groaned walking over to him. Keith was following right behind her and they stopped in front of him with smiles on their faces.

“Tell us what happened when you and Lance got separated from the rest of us,” Keith pressed. They weren’t prepared for the excited grin that split across Hunk’s face at the suggestion.

“Oh my God guys, you wouldn’t even believe it! We quiznaking saved a whole planet!” He yelled in excitement, grabbing Keith’s shoulders and shaking him.

“We landed in the ocean and Lance saw a mermaid, at first I didn’t believe him but she was right there and we followed her back to her city and Queen Luxia. She let us have dinner with her but we ended up getting mind-swished, which is basically being brainwashed and then Lance got rescued by rebel mermaids and helped break me out of it, and we kidnapped Queen Luxia but it turned out that she wasn’t brainwashing anybody it was the Baku Garden which was really a giant sea dragon thing, oh man it was crazy! Then Lance hit it with a sonic boom and it dropped all these rocks on it, it was awesome!”

“I mean I guess Lance did most of it but I was there!” He recounted with sparkling eyes.

“Isn’t that awesome guys?!” He cheered looking at each of them. Except they weren’t looking back at him. They were both looking down at their feet, refusing to make eye contact with him and rubbing their arms awkwardly.

“Uh, guys?” He asked in confusion. “Um, Lance, what happen-,” he cut himself off as he finally looked over to his friend. His arms were at his sides, his hands clenched into fists and his eyes were narrowed into a glare directed at the ground. He could clearly see the beginnings of tear tracks starting to make his way down his face.

“Lance, buddy, what happened?” He asked gently, immediately walking over to comfort his friend. Lance silently shook his head, causing the tears that were welling up to roll down his cheeks.

“They didn’t believe me,” he whispered bitterly. Hunk tilted his head slightly in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I told them everything that happened and they thought that I was a liar! They thought that I was lying to make them think that I was better than them! They said that I could never do something like that!” he yelled angrily pointing at them. With every sentence that was spat from Lance’s mouth, they flinched violently, not able to drag their gazes up.

“They said it like I didn’t already think that Hunk,” he muttered quietly in the silent room. Their eyes went from ashamed to shocked horror and finally, they looked up at him.

He was clutched in Hunk’s arms, his face buried in his shoulder. His shoulders were trembling and his fingers were digging into Hunk’s shirt. Hunk soothingly ran his fingers through Lance’s hair.

“How could you do that?” Hunk’s venomous voice cut through them and they looked away again.

“No, look at me,” Hunk demanded with a growl. Hesitantly they did just that and were met with a dangerous glare.

“Hunk-,” Allura tried to start but went silent when Hunk levelled her with a scowl.

“Why didn’t you believe him?” Was the simple question that he asked.

“I thought he was trying to put himself in the spotlight again, like he was better than Shiro even though he almost died,” Keith admitted quietly rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness.

“What? So just because your best friend got hurt, you get to attack my best friend?” Hunk snapped, stepping forward slightly. Lance stood between them, pushing Hunk’s body back with a grunt.

“Hunk, it’s fine,” he muttered looking at the ground.

“No, it’s not Lance! None of this is fine and they need to actually take responsibility for their actions, it’s not right,” he argued. He pointed a finger at Keith over Lance’s head.

“What about when Lance almost died? Did I come after Shiro because someone other than Lance should have spotted that bomb? No! You don’t get to take your frustrations out on somebody else like that Keith!”

“I’m sorry,” he tried but Hunk only spun around.

“Why didn’t you believe him?” He turned his attention to Pidge. She shrunk under his gaze.

“It just didn’t sound like something that Lance would be capable of, I mean, saving a planet?”

“You know better than anyone that when Lance gets something in his mind he will accomplish it no matter what, you’ve seen him through good and bad, how could you be so ignorant to expect anything less than extraordinary things from him, since you first met him, has he ever lied to you?”

“No,” she admitted quietly.

“I didn’t think so, besides he’s a paladin of Voltron and we’ve already saved plenty of planets, what makes this one so different?” He walked away from her, closer to where he could see Allura watching him with wary eyes.

“What about you?” He asked tiredly. He didn’t want to lecture all of them but they had to learn that hurting people was not okay. He knew that Lance wasn’t going to stand up to them, he would just laugh it off like it was fine.

“Lance hardly seems like the kind of person that could take a mission like that seriously,” she told him impassively. Hunk gritted his teeth in anger and clenched his hands tightly.

“That’s what makes you so infuriating to follow sometimes!” he snapped.

“Excuse me?” Allura gasped in shock.

“Don’t act so offended! You always think that you know so much better than any of us, why is that? Why do you get to look down on us when we were dragged from our homes, and forced to fight in a war that we have no reason to be in. We already had enough problems on Earth, problems that we were training to take care of, and Lance was our leader! So don’t think that you can dismiss him as a nuisance because I would turn my back to follow Lance instead of you in a heartbeat,”

Allura looked helplessly at the others in the room, gazing at Coran for longer but he only looked away in disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” she stuttered out.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Lance he’s the one that you guys hurt,” he grimaced looking back to see Lance gazing at Shiro’s healing pod. His hood was covering his head with the straps cinched as if to try and block out the sound around him.

Hunk went to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. Lance looked over his shoulder at him, the tears had stopped falling but it was obvious that the pain in his eyes was still fresh. Both of their arms shot out when Shiro came tumbling out of the pod and right into their hands.

Shiro sat right where Lance sat when he came out of the healing pod, slowly eating a bowl of food goo and listening to what happened before he came out.

“Whoa, that’s crazy impressive Pidge!” He complimented her as she finished telling him about the giant satellite she built on Green’s back. His eyes drifted over to Lance and Hunk, strangely Lance had his hood built up and Hunk was standing closer than usual to him, almost protectively.

“What about you guys? What happened?” He could see that Lance’s eyes were a little puffy, perhaps from crying. It wasn’t something that he was about to bring up though, not in front of everyone else anyway. He would try to talk to him later to see if he could help in some way. With a slight nudge, Hunk bumped Lance forward. He looked back at him curiously but he could see him eyeing Shiro instead.

He looked back at Shiro and saw him smiling at him encouragingly.

“We, ah, we saved a planet,” he said quietly. At that, Shiro dropped his spoon with a clatter and gaped at him.

“What? No way! What happened?” He asked leaning forward in excitement. Lance’s eyes widened.

“You believe me?” He stated in shock.

“Well, yeah it’s not that hard to believe, I mean we are flying around space in mechanical cats,” Shiro laughed laying his elbows on the table. “Now tell me what happened!”

At that, Lance’s smile returned and he eagerly recounted their mission from the first glimpse of Florona to the kiss he got from Plaxum.

They watched Shiro and Lance talk and understood how they needed to change. They had to believe in their fellow paladin, their friend. He had listened to all of their stories with a sense of wonderment, never once thinking that they had told him lies. Even though he listened to them with such excitement, they shut him down within a few words with nothing else but their own opinions of him. Hunk was right, it wasn’t fair to him and the only thing they could do now was give it time.

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villnis-archive · 6 years ago

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@themilokin sent me a million of these (and I deleted some because idk how to answer them, especially now that it’s been so long...) ages ago and I’ve been filling them out bit by bit ever since xD tumblr doesn’t like it when I do really long replies to asks apparently so you get this instead.....

A3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? his family disagrees and as a result so does he but he really has done a lot of hard work when it comes to his magic. sure he got the power “for free” but if he hadn’t learned how to control and shape it properly (which he had to do all on his own, by the way) he wouldn’t be half as good as he is. he also worked for his artistic skills, most of the languages he knows, and his speed reading.

B5. how much do they weigh? I’m not gonna bother coming up with a number for you but he’s in the lower end of normal/average weight. he’s not underweight at all he’s just tall and skinny and doesn’t eat well and is generally stressed out and distracted a lot so yeah.

C2. in what position do they sleep? curled up and/or wrapped around whatever (or whoever) is in his bed, which is why he prefers to stuff it with pillows and blankets... he usually sleeps on his stomach or side while drooling. he doesn’t really drool when he’s just trancing instead of sleeping but he’s always after maximum comfort so he’ll get all cuddly anyway.

D2. how would they decorate their child’s room? bookshelves and dragons (+ other creatures!) and lots of warm colours.

E4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? mundane au Ianry loves memes and if you thought otherwise idk what to do with you tbh. otherwise I don’t think he cares about staying up-to-date much?

F2. what is their ideal party? depends on his mood but usually something relatively small with friends (and maybe friends of friends), doing stupid shit (Fantasy Jackass!) and getting a bit drunk (but just like... pleasantly past the point of tipsy? not hammered). board games and other shit he’s good at should come into it for sure and it’s not an ideal party until at least one person he cares about calls him cool or awesome, so he’s gotta show something off (board game skills, magic or stupid shit, doesn’t matter). so, noisy and crazy and fun enough so he can completely disappear if he feels like it without anyone noticing, but not so insane that getting everyone’s attention isn’t possible.

G5. what parts of others do they envy? the ability to take it easy. Ianry’s mind is almost constantly going a mile a minute and he overanalyzes and overthinks pretty much everything all the time. if he’s not thinking and worrying about himself he’s thinking and worrying about his friends and if it’s not that then there’s always a problem and if not that then maybe his family, or strangers in the street, or something. he’s always worrying about something and making himself sick and he doesn’t know how to slow down or relax or anything, and he envies people who can just take it easy and decide to think about “something else”.

H3. do they like the snow? in theory, yes. it looks pretty, it makes everything brighter, it’s cosy... in practice it’s cold and wet and in the way and obnoxious and he doesn’t like it at all

I1. what is their sexuality? ace

I2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? not much. I think he’s always figured that regardless of sexuality everyone has different experiences anyway, so he never had a huge “I’M DIFFERENT” realization or went through questioning “why am I not like X Y Z?” etc. he had a lot of other identity crap to deal with that took priority and it’s never been a big deal to anyone, so he doesn’t think about it much at all.

J1. what makes them happy? attention. it matters who it’s from and why but literally any form of attention is still better than no attention at all (at least in theory). nothing makes him happier than having someone’s undivided attention, that’s how it’s supposed to be.

K3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? yes, and right now? Ambrose. for two reasons: while Ianry doesn’t have much of a personal stake in what happens to Ambrose specifically, he can’t help but take it personally that the only other sorcerer he’s ever met is an asshole and a shitstain, so a lot of the resentment comes from there. that wouldn’t be enough to wanna kill him, except he had to go ahead and be a child abuser and an unethical “““scientist”““ too, which is crossing the line by a mile and then some. so yeah Ianry would very much like for Ambrose to be super dead.

O1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? it’s pretty situational. I feel like he’s usually optimistic but then things don’t go his way for too long and it sort of “tips” over to the pessimistic side and stays there a while. usually when he gets pessimistic he gets a bit dramatic about it I think, he’s never really annoyingly optimistic but he can be such a downer once the pessimism rears its ugly head.....

P1. what is their best personality trait? Ianry cares. he cares about his interests, and his friends, and what he feels is right, he cares about holding himself accountable and being proud of himself at the end of the day, and he cares so much about all that stuff. Ianry doesn’t really do anything by halves but he cares so passionately and so deeply, it’s his best trait by far.

Q1. do they ask for help? yes, but it’s never easy. even if it’s something no one ever expects him to know or be able to do, his pride still gets hurt when he has to ask for help with something... if it’s something he should know it seriously stings when he ends up having to ask, to the point it makes him get really down on himself. asking for help dealing with emotional stuff so rarely happens it might as well not, it’s stuck deep deep in there...

S3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? not really. most “fights” he’s been in like that have been sort of one-sided, he was punched and knocked down at one point and didn’t fight back, and he’s had to whip out the fire bolts a couple of times in self-defense but he’s not really the type to get into fights on the street xD

T3. is it obvious when they’re lying? it depends who he’s lying to and what he’s lying about. if he’s lying to a relative stranger about something pretty chill and inconsequential it’s probably not obvious at all, but lying to his friends or family, especially about important or difficult things, is probably pretty obvious. he’s not a great liar but he also doesn’t have any obvious tells or anything, his deception skills are probably pretty average.

U5. have they surprised people with being good at something? archery and stabbing apparently!

V4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? hugs. hugs hugs hugs hugs. he’ll rarely bring himself to ask for one (that’s cheating) but nothing quite compares to a good hug when he needs comforting. they’re simple, they’re non-verbal, they’re easy to give back and they’re unconditional, he can just exist in someone else’s embrace for a bit and not talk or do anything other than exist for a second and that’s nice.

W3. do they like to swim? yes! he used to go with his family to the beach almost every summer for the first 40-ish years of his life and once he grew out of poking jellyfish and burying his parents or older brothers in sand his favourite thing to do was swimming. and now that he’s started getting more comfortable with the Alter Self spell it’s like a whole new world!

X4. can they sing well? Ianry’s a decent singer. he’s not gonna blow anyone away but it’s fine and probably quite nice to listen to most of the time. he doesn’t do it much in front of people though, it makes him feel self-conscious and nervous which makes his singing worse and then it spirals from there. he’ll sing in a group though, like if he’s at a bar and everyone’s singing along with the bard or something he’ll go all in for sure.

Y4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? yeah! I mean sometimes I’m “in the zone” for different characters but 90% of the time I’m in an Ianry headspace and I love, love writing about him and writing from his POV.

Y5. what’s your favorite thing about them? idk if this is what the question is really about but my favourite thing about Ianry is that he’s like a sort of outlet for some stuff that I struggle with and sort of put over on him. it’s like I get to express some things and think it over and process my shit “outside” of myself and without any real consequences, which sometimes helps me a lot?

Z4. what’s their dream pet? the one he has, honestly. he’s always been fond of parrots, ever since his family kept one in the house for over 30 years when he was a lot younger, and Io is beautiful and clever and fun and has better fashion sense than him, she’s perfect!

#oc: ianry #ask stuff #oc stuff #pile of idiots #themilokin

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masqueradingwriter · 7 years ago

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Querencia [ Part 3 ]

🌸 Pairing: Jungkook x reader (Y/N) ※ Yoongi x reader (Y/N)

🌸 Warnings: none

🌸 Author’s Note: I’ve recovered.

Just as I predicted, my mind was rejuvenated when I woke up this morning. It didn’t hurt to actually spend a day with Jungkook. He was sorry for what he did and he really wanted to make it up to me.

After all, what good is the world if you don’t give chances?

He seemed like he was back to his usual self anyway so that was a good sign that he was able to rest enough to think straight. Jimin must have talked to him as well seeing as how he was concerned last night with the two of us.

I decided not to dwell on it too much anymore and got ready for the day ahead. I was about to hop in the shower when my phone rang a familiar notification tone; unconsciously giving me a smile.

‘Something interesting? Back in the studio?’ I thought myself as a slight pinch of pain pricked me in my chest. Flashbacks of what happened last night between Jungkook and me went through my head.

I shook my head to get rid of the negative thoughts. It wasn’t good for me at all to keep thinking like that. I was about to reply when Yoongi oppa called.

“Hello?”

“You took too long to answer.” He whined at me; making me roll my eyes a bit.

“I was about to, you’re just really impatient.”

“Anyway, so can you come over?”

“Yeah, I can. Give me an hour or so, I was just about to prepare for the day.”

“Did you just wake up? At this time? Really?” He said sounding surprised.

“Hey, I slept at 4:00 AM! If it were up to me, I would’ve slept through the whole day but nooo I gotta go out and live my life somehow.”

“Good girl. But that means you haven’t eaten anything, right?”

“Just some coffee but nothing else.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, get your butt in the shower so you can come here. I wanna see your face already.”

“Stripping as we speak, Oppa.” I teased.

“Yah, I did not need to know that! I’m hanging up now. See you in a bit.”

Before I could say anything else, he hung up; making me laugh at the image of a flustered Yoongi Oppa.

Walking through the hallways of BigHit during the day was never an awkward one thanks to the guys. The staff knew I was their friend and at the times where no one could take care of their dorm or pets, I was there to stand in the role. Some of them would ask me why I didn’t work in the company since it would have added some benefits to me. I waved those off and just switched the topics.

At night though, it was a different story. Some guards at first thought I was a crazy fan that managed to get inside and tried to kick me out. If it wasn’t for Mr. Son who was in the process of choreographing that time and heard me about to instigate a fight with the guards for tackling me, I would have been banned.

I sped through while politely saying hello to some of the staff members who saw me. As soon as I was about to ring the doorbell in the Genius Lab, Yoongi oppa opened the door.

“Hey. The guys are in the practice studio having lunch. Let’s go.” He said grabbing my hand.

“What?”

He led me back to the elevator and pressed on the floor where their practice studio was located. Upon entering, I saw the rest of the group on the floor in a circle with a variety of food in front of them. It reminded me of the days where they would prefer staying in instead of going out to restaurants every day.

Jimin and Taehyung instantly smiled when they saw me and motioned us to come over.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Taehyung cheered.

“Quick, sit beside me y/n! We heard you haven’t eaten anything yet. You shouldn’t be skipping meals!” Jimin said while for some reason started pulling my leg.

“Yah, if you keep pulling her like that, she’ll fall on top of you!” Jin reprimanded him.

“I don’t mind. Do you?” Jimin winked at me.

“We’re eating Jiminie, for goodness’ sake.” Namjoon sighed while doing a little facepalm.

“Y/N, Yoongi hyung! Eat now before the food gets cold! Sit! Sit!” Hoseok excitedly says while gesturing to the food in front of them.

I didn’t realize that I was still holding Yoongi oppa’s hand when he tugged me towards his direction and sat down in an available space next to the maknae line. I was forced to sit beside him with Jungkook to my left. I smiled at him and saw that he quickly averted his eyes from our hand-holding to acknowledge me. I let go of his hand and dropped mine to my lap. He discreetly let out a breath that I didn’t know he was holding in. Yoongi oppa gave me a share of the food and motioned me to start eating.

The atmosphere was really nice; like a family gathering. It made me happy that everyone was sharing what they were doing lately and what they’re looking forward to in the next few months; especially with their album coming soon.

When lunch was over, Hoseok and Mr. Son went to work on some of their past choreography for polishing while the rest began stretching to prep themselves for the hard training they were about to face. Yoongi oppa, after talking a bit to Mr. Son, motioned me to follow him which didn’t go undetected by the others.

“Y/N, where are you going? You’re not gonna stay and watch us?” Taehyung asked.

“Ahh no, sorry, I might disturb you guys.”

“She’ll wait inside my studio. You are going out later, right Jungkook?” Yoongi oppa said.

Everyone looked a little surprised at that fact. Jimin looked back and forth between Yoongi oppa and I with Jungkook as he heard this.

“Y-yeah…” Jungkook quietly answered.

Before anyone else could bombard us with questions, I tugged at Yoongi oppa’s sleeve to let him know that we should get going.

He brought me back to his studio and offered his seat to me. He stayed at the side as he maneuvered his work around to open a video file.

“I have to go back and practice with them. But before that, I wanted to show you something. To you know commemorate the anniversary. I’m sorry I’m not exactly that good at editing.”

“You gave me a gift already and now you’re giving me another one?”

“I just want to show my appreciation of you.”

The video started playing on his flat screen as he went behind me to rest his head on top of mine.

Funny how a 3-minute video of myself from the span of 2 years ago to now could make me so emotional. It was like a hidden camera; with different clips of me at random parts of the years.

I was with them during their filming of Bon Voyage; although I was, of course, disguising myself as one of the staff members doing behind the scenes work. One of my favorite moments was when Taehyung threw me into the freezing lake and Jungkook immediately rescued me by throwing me into the hot tub. I immediately got sick the following day but after being guilt-tripped by the hyung line for what they did, they took care of me whenever there was no filming crew involved.

Another was when Jungkook started a snowball fight with the others and I was innocently passing by. When he saw me, he immediately tackled me to the ground with no remorse at all for my well-being and started stuffing snow inside my thick jacket. For revenge, I ran after him and clung onto his back; the snow inside transferring its coldness onto him. He tried shaking me off but I wouldn’t let go and just kept hugging him.

Most of the clips centered around the days where I thought they were vlogging for their channel and I was there with them. I didn’t think any of it at all since I know I was going to be blurred or edited out until I saw this video.

But what got to me was the fact that some of those clips are of me playing around with Jungkook as if nothing has changed between the two of us. My smiles and laughter were so genuine you wouldn’t think that the hurt he left behind was evident in the way I acted around him.

“...Why are you showing me this?” I quietly asked after the video ended.

Yoongi oppa wrapped his arms around my shoulder and hummed a bit before answering me.

“I love how you’re so strong despite the things that happened between the two of you. I love how you were able to get back up from your lowest point with a determination to be a better you. I love how you made us all energized on those nights where we wanted to just crash. I love the way you made us as your first priority. I love how you always take care of me even when you don’t know how to take care of yourself.” He murmured to me.

“Yoongi oppa…”

“You don’t know how much you are truly appreciated and loved, y/n. Even if the whole world goes against you, please remember that there are people who are standing behind you to catch you. I honestly wish I could one day see you looking at my perspective and truly love yourself.”

I was speechless and once again a little overwhelmed. How can this one person manage to crack me open raw and vulnerable with a few chosen words with his way of showing evidence to back it up the way Jungkook did before?

“Min Yoongi, I really don’t deserve you.” I finally said.

“Same to you.”

He kissed my right temple as he gathered his jacket from his desk.

“You’ll be fine on your own here?” He asked.

“Of course. I won’t touch your work, I promise.”

He nodded his head but before he stepped out to go to his practice, I sprang up from his chair and hugged him from behind; staggering a bit mid-walk. I buried my face at his back to try and stop the stinging from my eyes.

“Thank you” I simply said.

I felt one of his arms hold my wrapped ones and gave it a small squeeze. After which, I let go and he left.

I sat back down in his chair and played the video on loop. For half an hour, all I could do was stare at the recorded moments and drowned myself in a reflection of what used to be.

But one thought from a continuous observation of those past clips lingered throughout.

Jungkook staring at me with longing when I wasn’t looking at him.

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ellanainthetardis · 7 years ago

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And so today we have a very special guest as promised! This is actually the idea that inspired the whole story (and hey look it only took me 36 chapters to get there!). Anyway, you know what they say about rock bottom... Hopefully, Haymitch touched it...

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Chapter 36 : I Belong To You

The air was thick.

Haymitch was glad to get out of the hospital paper gown, was even gladder to leave the hospital room for the penthouse even if it meant kicking the wheel into motion… But he wasn’t glad for Peeta’s overwhelming presence in Effie’s absence.

She had been in and out during the last three days, reluctant to leave him but forced to go play the game she had ignored for too long. People were asking questions, making assumptions… She had told him not to worry about it, that she would handle it, so he was doing as instructed.

He didn’t have space for too much worrying and he was already anxious sick about what was going to come in the next few days.

His fingers were shaking and buttoning his shirt required his entire focus. It was a good thing. A distraction. Because the boy was staring.

He had mostly ignored Peeta ever since Alina’s visit. He tended to ignore people if he could get away with it. It was easier. There had been more victors coming and going with the same reassurances Alina had given him, not always so outwardly offered but the promise was in there all the same. He was still welcome, still part of the club. Lucky him.

He hadn’t been alone with Peeta in all this time either and he supposed he ought to say something, offer an apology at the very least, an explanation at worst… He had nothing to say. Anything he could say would sound cheap and, truth be told, no amount of apologies or explanations would make the situation okay. He couldn’t even look at the boy. Not without remembering in vivid colors his spectacular failure.

It was unfair, of course, but it was the way it was. He knew that tune, he had been dancing to it ever since Maysilee had died. You could never look in the eyes the people the dead allies had left behind. That was where the ghosts resided.

He hadn’t dreamed of them yet. He hadn’t had nightmares.

They would come.

He knew they would.

The boy was staring and he was sure Peeta was gathering courage to say something Haymitch really didn’t want to hear.

“Please don’t.” he requested preemptively, finally giving up on the shirt. Who cared if three buttons were left open at the collar?

Peeta seemed to hesitate, then he handed him the jacket. “If you can make it to the window, you should wave at them. It will go a long way in making the Gamemakers happy.”

Making the Gamemakers happy wasn’t exactly his top priority but he snatched the jacket from the boy’s hand and shrugged it on with less swiftness than he would have liked. His shoulder ached where Cashmere had stabbed him and the bruises on his side were fading but they were still a nice shade of purple and yellow. The good thing was that his torso and shoulder hurt enough that he barely felt the residual throb in his hand.

He wasn’t as steady on his legs as the doctors would have liked yet but victors were always rushed out of the hospital as soon as possible anyway and he had gained more recovery time than most. His steps were slow but purposeful. From the bed to the window, an area he had carefully given a wide berth until then, precisely to avoid facing the country a while longer.

He took a deep breath before reaching for the handle. He wasn’t sure he was glad or resentful for the boy’s insistent presence at his side. He would have preferred accusations and declarations of hate. That, he would have known how to deal with. There was anger alright in Peeta’s gaze but he didn’t think even half of it was directed at him and there was affection there too, a fondness Haymitch certainly didn’t deserve.

“It’s just a week or two at most.” Peeta promised. “Then, we’re going home. It’ll be easier at home.”

Home.

He opened the window and he was greeted with such a clamor he wondered if that was something the boy and Effie had planned: his spontaneous appearance at the window… Not difficult to put in place. One word to the press… Another to a couple of influent sponsors… He forced his lips to stretch into something that might have passed for a smirk and he waved with his left hand to spare his aching shoulder. The sun caught the bangle, almost blinding him. That was good. Better than seeing the crowd that was pressing at the foot of the building, chanting his name.

Home.

He didn’t have a home. He had a house. A house he would now have to bury himself in for good because there was no way he was risking facing Primrose Everdeen or her mother. And Thread. The Head Peacekeeper seemed insignificant now, in light of everything else, but… No liquor. There would be no liquor. There would be nothing to use as a rampart against the angry ghosts and the unbearable memories.

And Twelve…

The rich smell of wet earth and woods… The faint traces of coal dust in the air…

He and Chaff walking through a familiar landscape to check snares.

He froze, hand in the air, smirk turning into a twisted thing…

He couldn’t go back to Twelve.

Twelve…

Twelve was part of the arena.

He would be trapped.

Trapped there.

Trapped again.

Trapped…

“I think it is enough.”

He wasn’t sure when Effie had arrived. He hadn’t heard her come in. All he could hear was the clear calls of his name down there.

He let her drag him away, close the window after waving herself, dazzling them, distracting them…

“Are you alright?” Peeta worried. “You’re white as a sheet.”

Effie’s hand was on his arm and he turned to her because she had been by the window a second ago and he knew what that meant. Losing time. He gasped in a gulp of air, unaware that he had been holding his breath.

“Peeta, dear, give us a minute, will you?” Effie hummed gently as if it wasn’t a big deal. She helped him sit on the bed and he never took his eyes away from her. Peeta hesitated but eventually nodded and left the room. “Look at me.” she demanded with that same calm that made him wonder if she had asked someone about how to handle panic attacks or if she had been in that position too many times over the years that she now instinctively knew what to do with unstable victors. “Just focus on me, darling. It will be over in a second.”

A part of him revolted at the patronizing tone.

Most of him was too far gone to care.

He put it out of his mind. Twelve, the arena… He put it out of his mind. One step at a time. One day at a time.

He wasn’t exactly calm yet when the door opened again.

She frowned in displeasure and turned. “Peeta, I told you…”

Her voice trailed off when the boy came in, escorted by two gorillas in Peacekeeper uniforms.

“We have a special guest.” Peeta announced somberly, immediately coming to stand close to them, in front of them. Like a stupid human shield.

Haymitch’s heart stopped when Snow strolled in like he owned the place.

Although, technically, he did.

“President Snow!” Effie squealed.

Haymitch couldn’t quite identify the emotions in her voice. Part astonishment, part fear, part… Was that admiration still? For the man she had been taught to worship since youth?

He didn’t pause to analyze his own feelings.

He stood up and pushed both Effie and Peeta behind him, arms stretched wide to make sure they wouldn’t do something stupid like try to get in front of him. His eyes darted from the Peacekeepers’ guns to Snow’s walking stick and, for the first time since he had woken up, he felt all there. Mind sharp. Focused. Adrenaline was a miracle worker.

“Good morning, Haymitch.” Snow said with a hint of amusement. “I was in the vicinity, I thought I would come and offer my congratulations.”

“I won.” he spat, his heart beating so fast and hard it seemed to bounce back against his ribs with every breath.

“Hence the congratulations.” the man concurred, waving a hand in the air. The President’s eyes were like a snake’s. When they went past his shoulder to the people behind him…

“No.” he protested, aware that the conversation probably wouldn’t have made sense to anyone else. But he had known Snow for a long time. He was familiar with his methods. Familiar with… “I went in. That was punishment enough. I went in.”

Snow, to his credit, didn’t pretend not to understand but he had the audacity to almost look sorry. “A punishment, yes. And had it been anyone else standing in your place, I would have called it quit. Lesson learned. But you, Haymitch…”

“I learned it.” he cut him off quickly. “I… The arena was clear enough. I learned it.”

“You were instrumental to this whole… Well, I believe from your point of view one would call it a fiasco.” Snow opposed. “You were never supposed to win, you realize. But you did and now you are twice a Quell victor and making you disappear would be more trouble than you are worth, honestly. So, you see… Punishment has to be given.”

“Give it, then.” Peeta snorted, taking a step forward.

“No.” Haymitch snapped, pushing him back, relieved when Effie took a hint and got in front of the boy too. It was stupid, naturally. Useless. But it was how they had agreed to play this from the start: protect the children. At all cost. “I won’t let you touch him. I won’t.”

The Peacekeeper on the left shifted. It was subtle. But Haymitch knew when someone was getting ready for a fight.

“Oh, Mr Mellark will walk out of this room with you.” Snow chuckled as if Haymitch was stupid and it was hilarious. “I am a fair man, Haymitch, surely you realize that by now?” He almost burst out laughing at that but the President wasn’t done and he doubted it would have helped. “You and Miss Everdeen were responsible, he played with the cards he was dealt. Of course, there was this mishap in Eleven during the Tour but he didn’t know the rules yet. He adapted magnificently. No… I have no complains about you, Peeta.”

“Katniss…” the boy growled.

“Katniss Everdeen is dead.” the President interrupted in a clipped tone. “She had spirits, she could have done great things if she had chosen her side more carefully. I would strongly advise not following in her footsteps.” His voice softened. “I like you. Do not make me regret it.”

Haymitch didn’t glance back to look but at the noise, he knew the boy was trying to get past Effie, to protest…

“You don’t want to kill her.” Haymitch declared before the boy could say something stupid. Because it came down to that really. If Snow was sparing Peeta… “You want me under your thumb. You need a leash. She can be the leash. You keep her alive, you make sure I cooperate.”

He was showing his hand but he was certain the hand had already been tipped anyway. The phone calls, the toasting, the love declarations… He had thought it wouldn’t matter because he was going to die. He had thought…

He had said he loved her and he had meant it as a farewell.

Just not hers.

Snow looked almost sympathetic. “I already have a leash for you, Haymitch.” He pointed to Peeta with the end of his walking stick. “You volunteered for the boy, I assume you care for him. And Mr Mellark is blessed with an extended family and many friends. So many people who could take the fall if you do not play the game the regular way…”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to kill her.”

“I wish I could believe that.” the President sighed. “But your pride, Haymitch… It has always been your greatest flaw. You will never learn your place.” Snow’s eyes darted to Effie and back. “Besides, one could question your escort’s loyalties. Truly, it is two birds with one stone.”

“I have always been loyal to the Capitol.” Effie lied through her teeth, clearly hesitating on how to play this. Haymitch had a feeling that if she had had any hope of getting out of it alive, she would already have been in the middle of a dramatic act of tears and pleas. She knew it was hopeless, had already accepted it…

“I am not a monster and you did win that Quell…” Snow hummed. “I will grant you a goodbye. As a reward.”

Effie’s breathing was short and sharp.

Her fingers brushed the back of his hand.

Haymitch pushed her behind him once more, refusing to even look at her.

“I learned the lesson.” he swore. “You don’t need to do this. I learned the lesson. I know my place. I learned the lesson.”

Snow considered him for a long time, looking bored by the whole thing. A façade. Haymitch knew he was enjoying it. The man was probably high on it.

“What is it, then? This lesson you claimed to have learned.” the President hummed.

“I belong to you.” Haymitch muttered.

“I beg your pardon, I didn’t quite catch that.” Snow mocked.

“I belong to you.” he repeated, louder. Too loud. It was like a stab in the chest. He ignored Effie’s soft “Haymitch, don’t” because there was no point. “We belong to you. There’s no point trying to escape it. There’s no point trying to…” His voice faltered and he shrugged. “I get it. I won’t cause any more problems. I won’t ever try anything again. I just… Don’t kill her. I get it, I swear.”

Something like surprise flashed on the President’s face but it soon morphed into a cruel twist in the corner of his falsely gentle smile. “Why, Haymitch, it seems you can learn after all.”

“I learned my lesson.” he promised. “The Quell was punishment enough. I learned…”

“Kneel.” Snow ordered.

Everything in him rebelled at the thought.

He bristled.

Your pride, Haymitch… It has always been your greatest flaw.

And he was right.

“No.” Effie whispered, horrified. “Don’t…”

It wasn’t that hard in the end. Not if his humiliation was the price for her life.

Bending the first knee was the difficult part. The second, it was almost easy.

He needed to prove he had truly and well understood. If he wanted to save her, if he… There was a chance still, he could see it. Snow wouldn’t be able to resist the thought of torturing him further, of dangling her over his head…

“Beg for her life.” the President requested in that same bored tone. As if this was all a ceremonial that he had been through a thousand times before, a chore.

Haymitch accepting he was powerless.

That was what it was all about.

“Please.” he pleaded. He felt empty kneeling there, in front of a man he hated more than he had ever hated anything or anyone else, stripped of his pride and dignity, certain there was nothing he wouldn’t have done at that moment to secure Effie’s survival. Emptier than when he had woken up. Emptier than he had ever been. “I’ll do anything. I’ll play the game. I’ll… Anything. I’ll do anything.”

He met Snow’s eyes, what he was leaving out clear in his gaze. He would jump through every hoop and pretend to like it. He would be an exemplary victor. He would go to events and pretend to enjoy it, he would sing Snow’s and the Capitol’s praises in the Districts, if anyone was stupid enough to want to buy him he would lie down and let them do whatever they pleased because…

Because all of that was worth Effie’s life.

All of it.

“I lost.” he admitted slowly, his voice rough. The more he begged, the easier it went. He wondered if there was relief to be found in giving up, some sort of comfort in pleading for mercy, some sort of peace in accepting defeat. “I lost. You won. I’m sorry I was even stupid enough to try. I lost. Please. Don’t take her away from me. Please.”

He bowed his head, numb once more, hollow… He stared at the floor and waited for the sentence.

It felt to him as if everyone was holding their breath.

Snow was standing there, staring down at him thoughtfully, twisting his walking stick this way and that…

“One toe out of line and she will pay the price.” the President declared eventually. “Do not disappoint me, Haymitch. If you make me regret my leniency, Miss Trinket will suffer the consequences and they won’t be pretty.”

There were two sighs of relief behind him.

Haymitch was staring at Snow’s shoes wondering who even wore buckles on them, if it was in fashion and if Effie would inevitably try to convince him to wear some eventually.

The shoes were almost at the door, framed by the Peacekeepers’ boots, when he found his voice again.

“Can I stay?”

The question took everyone aback, including himself.

The shoes stopped, the shiny buckles catching the light for a second.

“Stay.” Snow repeated, a touch of uncertainty in his voice.

“In the city.” he clarified, the thought solidifying in his mind. He couldn’t go back to Twelve. He couldn’t. It would be like living in the arena. It would be… No, he couldn’t. Not anymore. The Capitol was the lesser of two evils. Most of the Careers chose to reside in the city at least the first few years after their victory. It wasn’t unheard of for a victor to prefer the Capitol to their own District. Travel was limited, there was no coming and going every day or on a whim but… Staying in the city for months on end wasn’t unheard of. As an afterthought, he added: “Please.”

How easily one took to begging…

He wasn’t sure Snow had been expecting that kind of request but the President took it in stride. “If you are ready to shoulder the obligations that come with such a choice.”

Parties and events and public apparitions and probably whoring himself out too… But he would have Effie full time.

In Twelve, he would simply have the feeling of being forever trapped in the arena, rotting away in his house without any booze to keep the edge off, unable to face anyone. He didn’t give himself two weeks before he did something stupid.

Was it even a choice?

“Yes.” he accepted simply, with the feeling of selling his soul to the devil. Except the devil already owned his soul, didn’t he? That was the whole point of that lesson he had needed to learn.

The shoes didn’t move.

He had the feeling he was supposed to look up but he felt so… meek. Weak. Ashamed. The most mortifying was that both Peeta and Effie had witnessed his humiliation. But that too was part of the lesson, he figured.

“I have no objection to your affair with Miss Trinket going public.” Snow declared, in a tone that suggested he was doing them a favor. “This being said, concubinage is all I am prepared to accept. This ring on your finger will never have any official value and will never be acknowledged, Miss Trinket, am I clear?”

“Crystal, Sir.” Effie answered after clearing her throat.

“Keep him in line, my dear.” President Snow concluded almost with affection. A fake, horrible fondness that made Haymitch taste bile. “I will see you all tomorrow at the Crowning.”

The shoes left the room and the door was shut after the second Peacekeeper.

Silence could be deafening.

It lasted forever in the space of ten seconds.

Then, stubborn hands pulled him up to his feet.

He wouldn’t meet Effie’s eyes but she framed his face in her hands and forced him to look at her. He felt his face burn red with shame but before he could say anything, shove her away or snap, she was kissing him.

They hadn’t kissed yet. Not since what he had thought to be their last.

He remained unresponsive at first but her lips had always possessed that gift for drawing him in and instead of pushing her away, he tugged her closer, forcing his tongue in her mouth… He only remembered Peeta too late, once their lips parted with an audible sound that, he was sure, made the boy even more uncomfortable.

He glanced at the kid, struck by the enormity of what had just happened.

The boy looked betrayed, hurt, angry. Everything he had expected after Katniss’ death.

He wasn’t that surprised when Peeta stormed out.

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chocobabyporcelain · 7 years ago

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Could you please write a fic, where Gladio offers his best friend, in which he has been in love for a long time, to become his girlfriend? (It's mutual, but they both do not know about it). Part with NSFW on your own.

Just so you know, the friends-to-lovers trope gives me life! I should apologise, though, I was halfway through writing this at the start of my time away, so I guess you’ve been waiting a while… Sorry.

Also, I ended up not going down the NSFW route with this one. I seem to have some kind of mental block with it comes to actually writing NSFW.

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It wasn’t thephone ringing that woke Gladio. Nor was it the blinding light of hisscreen displaying caller ID. Gladio wasn’t sure what woke him, buthe was certain he was awake before his phone started playing BonJovi.

Without looking,he reached across his bedside table and grabbed it, sliding to answerand pressing it against his ear. “Y/N,” he grumbled. “are youfucking kidding me?”

“Movies24 isshowing Breakfast Club in, like, ten minutes,” you replied, noteven acknowledging his clear irritation. “You can get here thatsoon, right?”

Gladio grunted,running a hand through his hair. Of course he could get there thatsoon, its not like you lived miles away. “Y/N, it is,” he pulledhis phone away from his ear to squint against the harsh light andread the time, “almost 3 AM. Again, are you kidding?” He knew youweren’t. This was far from the first time you’d called him atsome ridiculous hour asking him to come over for a random reason.

On the other endof the line, you scoffed. “We nevermiss Breakfast Club, Gladiolus. It’s our thing!”

“Don’t you have the Blu Ray?”

“Notthe point!” you saidthrough a mouthful of what Gladio assumed was popcorn,“It’s playing onTV, are you gonna come watchit with me or not?”

It was pointless arguing with you, and Gladio knew that. Which iswhy, twelve minutes later, he was letting himself into your apartmentwith his key, a convenience store bag hanging off his wrist.

He found you in your room, sat up against your headboard, bed mostlycovered in snacks. The television in your bedroom was tuned toMovies24, the opening monologue of Breakfast Club already starting toplay. You had your hair tied up in a loose bun on the top of yourhead, wearing some lounge shorts and a ratty old hoodie that Gladiowas certain used to be his.

“You’re late, asshole,” was the first thing you said as yourbest friend entered your room.

Gladio shook the bag off his wrist and emptied it onto the bed. Twobags of sweet popcorn and multiple bars of chocolate fell on top ofyour snack pile. “Yeah, but I thought my contribution to your sugarfix would grant me pardon.” He moved some empty crisp packets andchocolate wrappers out of his way, before settling himselfcomfortably beside you on the bed.

You felt his eyes on you as you sifted through his additions to yoursugary feast. “What?” you grumbled.

“You’ve got caramel on your chin.”

Gladio had been one of your closest friends for… Gods only knew howlong. You still had very fond memories of the time you ‘defeatedthe point of prom’ by going together instead of getting dates.You’d lost count of the amount of time he’s pretended to be yourboyfriend so some creep would leave you alone, and although you oftenjoked about how he was literally the worst person you know, youhonestly weren’t sure what you’d do without him.

People frequently mistook you for a couple, and your mother wasreally starting to annoy you, always asking when you weregoing to ‘make it official.’ She seemed to think you hadone of those ridiculous sit-com deals where if you weren’t bothmarried by the time you were thirty, you’d just marry each other.

Which is what lead to the conversation you were currently having.

“It’s just a generally bad idea.” You were lounging, upsidedown on Gladio’s couch, flicking through the channels and snackingon a Nutrigrain bar. You’d usually only eat the strawberry ones,but Gladio only had the apple ones, and they were kind of rank, butyou’d opened it now so you were gonna finish it.

“How so?” asked Gladio. You weren’t convinced he was reallypaying attention to you, he had his nose buried in a new book, whichis how you had free rein over his television.

You shrugged, knowing the action was useless since he obviouslywasn’t looking at you. “Well, think about it,” you tossed theremote onto the coffee table. “If we got married just because wewere both single when we hit thirty and then I met my ideal guy a fewmonths later, don’t you think I’d just end up resenting you?”You’d given this scenario a great deal of thought after watching anold romcom that was playing on late night TV.

Gladio hummed. “We’d just get a divorce, right?”

“But then you’d resent me for leaving you.”

Marking his page, Gladio put down the book, turning towards you.“Will you sit properly?” he grumbled when he came face to, well,knee with you. “And anyway, I think if that happened, I’d just behappy that you were happy.”

You threw your legs over his lap, pulling your upper body to restagainst the arm of the couch. “Quit being cute,” you snorted,stretching your arms above your head, “it doesn’t suit you.”

Gladio shoved your legs off his. “Why’re you talking about thisanyway? Did something happen with Adrian?” he asked.

Ah, Adrian. Your ex-boyfriend, as of about two hours ago.

“You could say that,” you muttered. What had happened, was youhad found out you were actually one of three women Adrian was in a‘serious and committed’ relationship with. You decided tokeep that part to yourself (Though, you had notified his othergirlfriends). “He’d never seen The Wall, and when I tried showinghim, he just kept talking over it, y’know? And I’m just thinking,‘do I really wanna spend the rest of my life with some dick whothinks he’s more important than Pink Floyd?’”

With a loud guffaw, Gladio petted your head. “Good to see you gotyour priorities in order.”

You chuckled along, running a hand through your hair as you moved tosit against the back of the couch. “What about you, anyway? How’dit go with that girl? I never asked,” you said, quickly turning theconversation away from Adrian.

“You mean Lucille?” Gladio groaned tipping his head back. “Neveragain.” He brought a hand up to his face and covered his eyes, asif the thought of his recent date was giving him a headache.

You felt a little ashamed of the fact that you were glad to hearthat. “How come? She was pretty.” And she was. She had an almostmovie-star beauty, but you could tell she was painfully shallow bythe way she looked down her nose at you when you met.

Gladio hummed, shrugging one shoulder. “Yeah, she was kindapretty,” he said in a disinterested tone, “but she was soshady. She was talking shit all night. And besides,” he threw andarm around your shoulders, “no one calls my Y/N a messy slobexcept me.”

“She didn’t!”

“She did.”

Okay, maybe you weren’t exactly looking your best when you’d metLucille, but really? Maybe if she’d been up all night playing videogames, she’d look like shit, too! You huffed, scrunching your nose.“Is that bitch looking to lose her teeth?” you growled.

Gladio laughed, rubbing your upper arm. “Sounds like it to me.”

Pouting, you rested your head against Gladio’s arm as he rested hishead on yours, both of you watching the soap opera playing on the TV,but not really paying attention to it. His hand moved from yourshoulder to idly twirl the ends of your hair between his fingers, thealmost subconscious act of affection bringing a smile to your face.You’d thought it before, after almost every break up you’d evergone through, but you didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you hadGladio.

Come to think of it, he was the reason for most of your break ups.Silly boys who couldn’t handle how affectionate you were with yourbest friend. You wondered if they’d have the same problem if yourbest friend had been female.

Then you wondered how many of Gladio’s break ups had been becauseof his jealous girlfriends not liking your closeness. Was it yourfault Gladio was still single?

Gladio let out a deep sigh, wrapping his free arm around you. “Maybewe should date,” he mused.

You snorted a chuckle. “Stop playing and make me some tea.” Youpushed his arm from your middle and wriggled free. You moved yourselfup onto the arm of the couch, shaking your head at his daft comment.It was far too late in the game to catch feelings.

Or acknowledge them.

It seemed Gladio couldn’t figure out quite where to look. At you?At the floor? He leaned forward, clasping his hands together betweenhis knees. “No,” his tone was sincere. “I mean it.”

You sighed, choosing to flippantly inspect your nails rather thanfacing this with any seriousness. “Honey, no. I’m a nightmaregirlfriend, you have no idea what you’d be putting up with,”you replied.

“Are you fucking serious?”

You tensed. You’d always hated when Gladio used that tone, but thiswas the first time it was ever directed at you. And that was so muchworse.

He grabbed you by the shoulders, a little rougher than what would becomfortable, and forced you to meet his gaze. He was upset. Not angryand not entirely sad either, just upset, almost disappointed. “Youthink I don’t know you?”

Hurt. Youcouldn’t put a name to that emotion before, but when you heard hisvoice, the way it wavered ever so slightly, it finally registered. Hewas hurt.

“Youtell everyone your favourite movie is Breakfast Club, but I know fora fact it’s The Little Mermaid.” Gladio’s grip on yourshoulders tightened as he spoke. “Red wine makes you wretch, butyou still drink it around your friends because you don’t want to bethe only one drinking Rosé. You’ve been playing Ocarina of Timefor fourteen years and I stillhave to playthe Shadow Temple for youbecause you can’t get passed it onyour own. You have adifferent scented candle in every room in your apartment, and I canname most of them. You drink apple & elderflower tea when youread and honey & camomile when you’re going to bed. Speaking ofwhich, you can’t sleep unless all the doors and curtains in yourapartment are closed.” He sighed, resting his forehead againstyours as he ended his infodump. “We grew up together, Y/N. You’vebeen my best friend since we were five years old. Don’t you daretry telling me I don’t know you!”

Ofcourse he knew you. You knew that. And now, you also knew that hewasn’t going to drop this because of you listing off your badhabits. He’d had years of dealing with you, he knew what he wasgetting into.

Withanother sigh breaking the stretch of silence, Gladio let yourshoulders go. “I guess I’m just… trying to tell you that I loveyou,” he said, softly. “I get it if you don’t feel the sameway. Just say so.”

Butyou did. You had to wonder why you were trying to discourage him. Youwere scared, honestly. Your friendship with Gladio was more preciousto you than anything, and you didn’t want to jeopardise that.

“Youknow I love you,” you replied. “But you’re my best friend, andif we cross this line we can’t go back. It’ll never be like it isnow.”

Ofcourse, you realised, you could never go back anyway. After you’veboth confessed to having feelings for each other, it was always goingto be awkward. Maybe, with time, it would fade and you’d only feelthe occasional twinge of awkwardness, but things would never be thesame.

Youmoved back onto the couch’s seat, once again resting your headagainst Gladio’s arm. “It would be so worth it if we couldmake this work,” you whispered.

“Wecan,”Gladio insisted, wrapping his arms around you. “I can’t promisethat we’re gonna spend the rest of or lives together, but I canpromise that I’m gonna be here for as long as you want me.” Hemoved one hand under your backside and pulled you into his lap, anintimate position that you were semi-familiar with. With one handfinding it’s way into your hair and the other moving from yourbottom to the small of your back, Gladio eased you forwards, holdingyou against his chest ashe gently kissed your forehead. “Youcan’t be in your head about this, Y/N. You see it as you want tosee it, in the simplest terms and most convenient definitions.”

Youlaughed. You couldn’t help it, the laughter bubbling in your throatas you pushed yourself away. “You can’t misquote Breakfast Cluband expect me to date you, asshole,” you said through your giggles.

Gladiopressed your foreheads together with a chuckle of his own. “Not amisquote, just bent it to suit the situation.” Hewrapped his arms around your waist. “I really do love you, Y/N.”

Yousmiled. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to give this a try. “I loveyou, too,” you whispered, before leaning in and pressing your lipsto Gladio’s. “We can make this work.”

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