#i just think its such a weird funny mode of protest. hey man me and my buddies hate you so much we made this giant scarecrow of you

[bread--quest]

whenever you read about 1700s colonial protestors theyre always making some kind of effigy. no one ever makes effigys of politicians they hate anymore. what happened to community

[lozzypoz321]

Word count: 2.6k

A/N by @morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind the scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is such and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: bad language!

Sleepover (Collab)

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“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“I’m coming” you yelled, padding over to the door and opening up. Sebastian and Anthony stood out there. They looked oddly child-like as they stood there with their sleeping bags and dressed in pjs. You snorted. “Well, hello to you too!”

“Don’t laugh, N/n, this is serious.” Anthony said as you walked out, you also dressed in your marvel pjs and with a sleeping bag in hand. Although, you thought, it was hard to take him seriously when he was dressed in Winnie The Pooh slippers.

“Whatever you say, man.”

The entirety of the marvel cast had planned a sleepover on set. It was very secret, apparently. You didn’t know the full story, but they had seemingly asked the directors if they could have an onset sleepover and they’d refused, so someone had to steal a key. It was a whole process, but nonetheless you found yourself on the way to set at around 10:30.

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

Inside all the others were already waiting, the entirety of the cast. Notably, you could see that Robert, Scarlett and Mark had created a pillow fort, and were hiding out in the coziness with a bag of popcorn.

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

Everyone sat down on a large stretch of couches, blankets and pillows, where Elizabeth had placed a projector pointed to an empty wall of the set. You sat down with Tom (Hiddleston), Sebastian and Mark. It was a rather weird thing to see so many grown men and women (that you had previously had respect for) in their most colourful pjs, but you supposed it was on you to expect any differently from this cast of people.

Chris (Evans) had picked a movie and, unsurprisingly, he picked Iron Man 1. Robert protested for about two seconds, before he let everyone shower him in compliments because that movie was so damn good. “Okay okay, I guess we can watch it if we really have to”

Scarlett lightly laughed and pressed a button on the projector to start the movie after placing the disk inside that Chris (Evans) had brought from his collection at his house. “Where’s the snacks?” You heard Chris (Hemsworth) loudly whisper to Scarlett who sat next to him.

“Ooh do we have popcorn?” You quietly asked Sebastian who nodded and reached across Anthony who was laid next to him to retrieve the salted popcorn that Mark had gotten just for you as he was in charge of the snack committee. Chris (Evans) silently got up, after making sure nobody noticed him (except from you), and crawled across the room in his rapunzel pjs on his hands and knees to reach Robert who was now on the verge of unconsciousness with dribble falling from the side of his mouth. Trying to be discreet, he raised his hands scarily behind him, gaining everybody’s attention in the room except Robert, and suddenly pounced on him in a playful manner.

The man leapt up without warning with wide eyes the size of dinner plates and held his hands up as if he was doing karate in a mode of self defence. Everybody in the room burst out laughing at his reaction, Chris (Evans) reaching for his left pec as he leant back on his knees in a full on belly laugh. “You looked like you were a 6 year old girl” Scarlett laughed out and shook her head towards the man, who was now grumbling as he sat back down on his spot with an abundance of blankets by his side.

“All the snacks are gone” Anthony exclaimed to the cast, making Tom (Hiddleston) look up from the screen and ponder “well we could do something that doesn’t require food” he suggested, making everyone look at him to continue.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

Your happy demeanour made them all smile as you began explaining how he would hide next to you while your brother tried to find both of you. “Well it’s settled then, we’re playing hide and seek!” Chris (Hemsworth) announced in his Australian accent, before you could be told twice, you jumped up and grabbed Sebastian's hand before racing out of the room, not even giving anybody a second glance.

“Woah, where are we going?” Sebastian chuckled, following your rapid footsteps. “Don’t worry about this, Seb, I’ve the perfect hiding spot!” It was a little bit embarrassing to admit, but every time you entered a new place, you thought about the best hiding spots (in case of an unwarranted game of hide and seek).

You pulled Sebastian into the costume room and shuffled awkwardly into the back. There, you found your masterful hiding place. It was a vent, but not a small one. It was big. Sebastian looked at you in surprise. “Not bad, Y/n.”

You popped the cover right off, catching Sebastian off guard. “I unscrewed it back in February,” you explained and jumped inside. Sebastian seemed to want to question you further, but instead just shrugged to himself and followed you inside, closing the vent cover behind him.

“This really is the perfect place,” he mumbled, voice echoing slightly in the vents. It was pretty cold, but stable. “And hey, didn’t you say that your dad used to hide with you?” He asked while looking around the airy place. “Oh, um, yeah” you said sheepishly, just now remembering the moment in the other room.

“Um- I-I mean, not that you’re my- Like, my dad-” you stammered, blushing at the awkward moment, “Like- My dad is my dad- You’re just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I just-”

“Shut up!” Sebastian hissed suddenly. You looked at him, taken aback. He was staring out the vent covers, and then looked back at you with a grin. He pointed to it silently. Your brows furrowed, and you looked out. You saw Chris in the room, hand holding a flashlight while aiming it around the room, trying to find a sign of anybody. You held your breath.

“I know you’re in here! I can smell your fear!” he yelled trying to act scary. Meanwhile, he just looked kind of goofy in his Disney princess pjs. You saw Sebastian beside you, trying not to laugh. His face was contorted into a forced frown, but a smile still crept up the corners of his mouth. Seeing his face, you started feeling the urge to laugh too.

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“I will find you!” Chris said again, and this time Sebastian let out a laugh, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and so did yours. Chris stopped moving, snapping his head around furiously. “Who was that? Where are you?”

You saw the moment Sebastian decided to give up on hiding, as he just suddenly started laughing like a maniac. You did too, both of you clutching your stomachs. Chris scoffed and tore the vent cover off, revealing the two of you laughing uncontrollably.

“Come on, guys, it wasn’t that funny!” Chris sighed, but he was wrong, it was definitely that funny. You guys went back to the movie room. Robert, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony had all already been found.

“Welcome to the losers!” Tom grumbled. You both sat down with him and chatted while waiting for the others to turn up. The next was Mark, who had been hiding under a table, and then Elizabeth who wasn’t even trying, but was somehow second last anyway.

Then came the waiting game. Hemsworth, the biggest of you all, the goofiest, and seemingly the easiest to spot, was still at large. Chris was hopelessly searching, but came back every ten minutes with a more and more depressed look on his attractive face.

“I can’t find him!” he admitted finally. There was a collective sigh, and then everyone started searching together, simultaneously calling out “Chris! The aussie one!” Eventually you did find him, crammed behind a couch uncomfortably.

When you finally did, Anthony (as well as several others) seemed to have only grown hungrier, and the need for snacks was larger than ever. “I swear to god if we don’t find food right now I may just quit the job” Anthony swore and huffed as he crossed both his arms over his chest. “That seems a bit dramatic but okay” Scarlett laughed as the ten of you rounded a corner in the building to only come face to face with an abundance of vending machines that everyone used at break and you all had seemingly forgotten about. “Woah” Tom said, impressed at the arrangement.

“Food galore” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

Trying not to seem too excited, Anthony ran forward, eyes following each and every item of edible food and drink. “I think you better hurry up” Tom commented from his spot the furthest from you, noticing the way Anthony and Chris were now eyeing your favourite type of chips.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

You, Robert and Sebastian immediately went over to the vending machine that was holding doritos, lays, and other classic chips. “Um, about earlier,” you mumbled to the Romanian man as Robert began to shake the machine with force, hoping something would fall down “I didn’t mean it like that” your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as the memory came flashing back to you.

But before you could start apologising even more, he stopped you and sent a reassuring smile your way “don’t worry about it Y/N, I know what you meant.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before going back to watching Robert yelling at the Doritos to “fall out, you big pussy!”

Before Chris (Evans) and Tom could come over to your side of the room to be responsible adults and make a rational decision, Chris (Hemsworth) had already come bounding over to you and kicked the glass where the chips were held behind. He put full force behind the kick, so it shattered and fell loudly with a crash to the ground.

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh(bitch). “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

Without warning Chris (Evans) ran over to you, making sure to carefully avoid the glass panes. “I’m not getting sued for this shit” he muttered as he picked you up and brought you over to a corner, which was a safe distance away from the wreckage.

“Alright, this has gotten out of hand,” Mark ran a hand through his hair, as he surveyed the broken glass on the floor in distress. Elizabeth nodded. You made eye contact with Scarlett and Anthony, who very clearly didn’t share the same concern that Mark and Elizabeth did. You all giggled quietly.

“But uh, let’s take advantage of the situation, eh?” Chris (Hemsworth) pulled a couple bags of doritos out of the broken vending machine, “Free doritos?” He shook the bags playfully. There was a moment where people seemed to question whether they prioritized their dignity of the free doritos, and it’s fair to say that a large number of them chose the doritos.

You all went back to the movie room, collapsing on your mattresses and blankets, with your snacks. But before any of you could begin to focus on the movie once again, a sudden gasp broke out from across the room. “He has the last bag of Doritos!”

“No I don’t” Hemsworth was quick to deny Elizabeth’s claim but everyone could see the full bag that he had attempted to stuff under his blanket. All of a sudden, Scarlett leapt out of her sleeping bag, trying to reach the chips before he did, but unfortunately all the gym workouts he had been going to (or yoga lessons you weren’t really sure) were paying off, as he held the woman at bay so he could grab the snack and hold it far out of her reach.

“Give it” she grunted and tried to reach past his grip and take the chips for herself, but before she had a chance, Chris (Evans) jumped up from his spot over by Tom and snatched the bag from him, holding a victorious grin on his face. Chris (Hemsworth) pouted angrily at his costar, not bothering to fight back as he knew it would be a losing battle (he was captain America for Christ’s sake). But you had a trick up your sleeve, you wanted those chips and you were going to get them whether it was the last thing you did.

Picking up the pillow beside you, you held it up as a shield as ran forward as fast as you could, taking in the confused expression Chris held in his face before you smashed into his stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs but unfortunately, not his.

He chuckled deeply as you smashed back into the wooden floors groaning as the pain surged through you. “I don’t think that worked as well as you thought it would” Mark commented from his comfortable spot on his mattress.

“No, it really didn’t”

The movie ended, and slowly but surely people started going to bed. There were yawns and stretches around you all bundled together on the floor. You too found yourself growing tired, stuffing yourself into your sleeping bag and getting comfortable.

“Goodnight!” you murmured and those who were awake mumbled it back drowsily. You distinctly heard Sebastian mutter back to you from his sleeping bag “shut up, I’m tired”. You chuckled for the last time that night, as soon sleep overcame you.

Then, at the the crack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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@rooskaya-yelena @deephideoutmilkshake @kidney9-9 @marvel-ous-hobbit @snarky--starky @rae-is-typing @stargazingfangirl18 @canadianhufflepuffavenger @herecomesthewriterwitch @every-marveler-ever

[lovinmullen]

the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl....... 

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

it’s fine

[ a louisentine oneshot ]

Summary: During a game of war, Louis reveals the reason he was sent to Ericson.

Warnings: The reason isn’t a good one...

Just a little story inspired by this ask I saw for @louisentine-is-good-shit  

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“Okay, I gotta know.”

“Hmmm?”

“What’s your deal with cantaloupe?”

“You mean, what’s my deal with the most despicable thing grown on this earth?”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“When was the last time you had one? I guarantee that if you had one right now, you’d take a bite and say, ‘wow, this is worse than eating walker guts!’”

“Oh, geez.” Clem rolled her eyes. “So dramatic.”

“Perfectly dramatic enough!” Louis argued.

Clem shook her head, a small grin tugging at her lips. She had to admit it: she was having fun. When Louis suggested a card game to the group, like he usually does, it seemed that no one was interested. After everything that went down with Lily and the raiders and the big rescue, they were still in recovery mode. 

Most went along with their new nightly routines or back to their rooms, leaving Louis with his stack of cards and a discouraged frown. 

That was when she realized that it had been weeks since they had actually spent any time together. Sure, they went hunting and they ate together, and he was practically spending every night in her and AJ’s room, but as far as alone time goes that didn’t have to do with planning or their everyday survival... 

Hell, that had to be when they shared their first kiss at the piano. 

So, Clementine was determined. She sent AJ off with Tenn to finish coloring before it was their turn for watch duty, and then she approached Louis with a smile. She suggested they go play a private game, one on one. 

Needless to say, he was thrilled.

He practically pulled her arm out of its socket while dragging her into his room. 

There they sat beside each other on his mattress covered with countless pillows with their shoulders pressed together and feet bumping against one another. Each held a handful of cards from Louis’ infamous deck.

Clem pinched his arm. “Seriously, do you really hate cantaloupe that much? Or are you just exaggerating to be funny?” She was honestly curious. 

Louis bit his lip, his grin slowly fading. 

“My mom always bought it,” he finally said. “Sometimes she would plop this big bowl of cantaloupe in front of me. Then, she wouldn’t let me leave the table until I ate one full slice.” He frowned. “It was disgusting.”

Clem perked a brow. “So, you were a picky eater?”

His face faltered briefly, then he obnoxiously stuck his nose in the air. “I prefer to say I had high standards,” Louis mocked a terrible accent she couldn’t place. It made her giggle all the same.

He flipped over his next card. Clem did the same.

She held a seven of spades, and he a king of hearts. He smirked. “Ah-ha! The card master is victorious once again!”

“Alright, alright, ask your question,” said Clem.

He tapped the rim of her hat lightly. “Where’d you get this?”

Clem reached up and softly touched the worn fabric on her hat, softly smiling. “My dad. He gave it to me before they left for Savannah. I’ve had it since��� since the world went to shit.”

“I can tell,” said Louis. “It’s pretty beat.”

“Yeah, it’s been through one or two disasters.” Clem pulled it off her head and looked at the peeling D. She carefully pulled at it to see if more would come up. It did.

“Here,” Louis reached over and shuffled around in one of his nightstand drawers. “C’mon… Ah-ha!” He held out a small tube of superglue. “See if that’ll help.”

“Thank you.” Clem gratefully grabbed the tube. It was old and crusty, but she managed to get some product on onto the material and push the D patch down.

“I take it you two were close?” he asked. 

“Yeah. You could argue that I was totally a daddy’s girl.” She glanced up at Louis, who was watching her fingers work with a small smile.

“That’s...” Louis grabbed her free hand, entwining their fingers together, “...great. I’m happy you have good memories of them.”

“Me, too.”

“Still don’t know what this means, though,” he mumbled to himself, reaching over and running a finger over the D patch.

“Want me to tell you?”

“Nope,” Louis grinned. “I like a little mystery to spice up a relationship.” He winked.

Clem couldn’t have stopped her eyes from rolling even if she tried. “You are such a dork.”

“Me? No.”

She playfully nudged him and flipped over her next card. He followed suit. 

A queen of spades smiled at her while a two of hearts laughed at Louis.

“Looks like I’m taking your title as the ‘card master,’“ she smirked. 

“We’ll see about that,” he grinned. “Still got plenty of cards left. Ask away.”

Clem thought for a moment. She peered around his room before something popped into her head. She lifted up one of the many, many pillows laying around. 

“Why are you such a pillow hog?”

“Pillow hog? What makes you think that?”

Clem gave him a deadpan stare then motioned around them.

“I don’t see what you mean,” he claimed with faux innocence. “If anything, I’m shorthanded.”

“Right,” she giggled. “Seriously, though, did you, like, go around to all the empty rooms and take them?”

“That is exactly what I did.”

“Why?”

“Well,” Louis drawled, “the original plan was to build the biggest, most badass pillow fort ever conceived by man.”

“But?”

“But,” he glanced away, sheepishly, “then when I was trying to put the top pillows up, I fell and about broke my nose. Marlon thought I was gonna die.”

“Seriously?” Clem’s eyes narrowed at him, studying his face. “Wait...” her eyes widened in realization, “is that how you lost that tooth?”

“No!” he quickly objected. “I told you: I was wrestling with a mama cougar when I lost it!”

“Oh, really? Because, if I recall, you told AJ you lost it when you saved Aasim from ‘certain death’ while you guys were fishing.”

“That shark came out of nowhere, I swear.” Louis shook his head, tsking. “You’d think Aasim would be much more appreciative of me after that.”

That earned him a smack in the chest with a soft pillow. “Louis!” she giggled.

“What?”

“I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Hey, I’m super serious, like, all the time!”

“Now you’re just lying!”

Louis snatched the pillow from her, wrapping his arms around it and tucking it under his chin. After the giggles subsided, he let out a long, exaggerated sigh. 

“Fine,” he said. “Truthfully?”

She looked at him expectantly.

“...I totally fell off the chair and smacked my face on the desk.” He ran his finger from his mouth and through the air, whistling. “There it went.”

She cringed. “Ouch.”

“Yeah,” he gave a full toothy smile. “But, it’s fine. I didn’t need that tooth, anyway.”

Clem’s heart fluttered a bit. “Well, if it makes you feel better, your smile’s even cuter without it.”

He tensed up a bit before a nervous laugh rumbled in his chest. “Again with the cute thing.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” she teased.

He reached over with a wink and a grin and flipped his next card. An ace of spades. Clem lost with her five of hearts.

“So, you don’t have to answer this, but…” Louis hesitated. He reached over and intertwined their fingers again. “...could you tell me something about Lee?”

A surprised jolt ran through her stomach. While thinking about Lee still hurt every damn day, she couldn’t deny that she wanted to talk about him, about how kind he was, how he saved her life in more ways than she could ever count. She told AJ stories about Lee sometimes before bed when he needed some coaxing to sleep.

After everything he did for her, the least she could do is pass on his memory to anyone willing to listen. 

“You don’t-”

“No, it’s okay,” said Clem. “Was there something you wanted to know?”

Louis smiled and replied, “What’s your favorite memory of him?”

Her favorite memory. 

Many images floated through her mind.

The first night they spent together in that barn, or when he cut her hair on the train. Every time he came over to watch her color. When they worked together to move a desk and she got a cut on her finger that he patched up. When he tried to tell her the truth about what he did but never outright said it.

Then, it dawned on her.

“While we were staying at the motor-in, these two guys came wanting to trade food for gas. We made a deal with them and they brought us to their farm, and there they had this broken swing,” Clem started. “Lee walked all over the place looking for things to fix it. When he did, he pushed me on it. It was before we knew what those people were like, and the farm looked like it was untouched by the walkers. I remember how green and beautiful it was there.” Clem sadly smiled. “It felt like the world wasn’t a shithole for those few minutes. It was just me, Lee and the swing.”

Louis didn’t say anything. He just squeezed her hand.

Clem laughed suddenly. Louis raised a brow, waiting for her elaborate.

“They had a cow in the barn. I forget her name, but I got to pet her, and then I found this...thing.” Clem shook her head.

“A thing?”

“A saltlick.”

“And a saltlick is a thing that...?”

“I don’t really know. I just know that it tasted gross.”

His eyes grew wide, astonished. “Did… did you just go around licking weird things laying around?”

“No,” Clem protested with a grin.

“Oh my god,” Louis laughed. “That’s adorable.”

“Shut up,” she elbowed him.

“What did Lee say?” she asked. 

“He laughed at me.”

Together they chuckled, fingered laced together. Clem ran her thumb over a scar that kissed his knuckle, the smile stuck on her face. She shifted until her temple rested comfortably against his shoulder. 

“You really loved him,” murmured Louis. 

“I did. I still do.”

“Was he...” Louis pondered on his thoughts, carefully forming them into the sentence he wanted to express. “Did you consider him like a dad? Or, was he just ‘Lee?’“

That was something she hadn’t thought about in a long time. Maybe, at the time, when Lee was still alive, she considered him as just a caretaker. After all, she’d been so worried about finding her parents, her real father, that she didn’t even hesitate to leave him when she thought she finally had a chance at finding them.

Her naivety got him killed, and she had to live with that. 

“He was somehow both,” she finally said. “He was Lee, but he also looked after me like any good dad would. He never had any kids of his own, and I... I hope that, in the end, he did consider me like a daughter.”

She felt his warm lips press against her temple. “Where ever he is, I know he’s proud of you.”

She leaned into his touch. “I hope so.”

The cards were forgotten as they sat there. 

“I miss him.”

He brought their hands to his mouth where he pressed a kiss against the back of her hand. “I know,” he murmured.

She took a second to admire him up close. His brows furrowed in thought, his eyes, dark and unfocused. Her eyes counted over the dozens of tiny freckles scattered across his nose and fell down to his full lips. 

She slipped her hand from his and used her finger to tilt his chin towards her. Their mouths met, quick and chaste. Again, and again, small, comforting kisses until Clem’s held him still with her hand on the back of his neck. Warmth spread over her cheeks and a tiny tremble wracked her bones. A groan built up in her throat.

When she pulled back, she glanced over his dilated pupils and flushed skin. He blinked slowly, and then a grin spread itself over his face, ear to ear. A chuckle bubbled in his throat as he buried his face into her shoulder. 

“Seriously?” she sighed, unable to contain her own smile. 

“Sorry,” he laughed.

God, how could he be so damn cute? 

She thought about commenting on this but decided not to. Instead, when he sat back to face her, she moved in, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her ear against his chest. They both got comfortable, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. 

“I’m happy that you trust me,” he beamed. “You know, to tell me about Lee. I know it’s not the easiest topic for you, but... you get this pretty look every time we talk about him. Well, about the good stuff, anyway.” He kissed her again. “It’s nice seeing you like this.”

“It feels good to talk about him again.”

“Wish I could’ve met him,” said Louis.

“Me, too,” Clem sighed. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as his hand lazily ran up and down her back. She listened to his heartbeat thud against her ear and enjoyed the comfort his company always brought. It was strange how he always seemed to put her at ease, how she relaxed in his embrace. She marveled in the feeling. After all, to repeat Louis’ own words, all they really had was this moment. She didn’t know if they’d ever get another moment like this to themselves. 

And, as she thought about Lee, something occurred to her. She toyed with one of the buttons of his jacket as she asked, “What about you?” 

“Hm?”

“Your parents. What were they like?” she asked softly. 

She felt his hand still. 

“My parents and I...” he started slowly, “we didn’t get along.”

She cocked her head to look up at him. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...” he shrugged, “we didn’t get along.”

“Okay...” That didn’t clear anything up. “Like, how? Is it because you wouldn’t eat your mother’s cantaloupe?” she tried to joke.

He didn’t laugh, nor did he smile. 

He didn’t meet her eye.

“I was a ‘troubled youth,’“ he said. “Hence why I’m here.”

She... didn’t like the way he said that.

“Did you blow shit up, too? Like Mitch?” she tried joking again. 

He shook his head. “No. Just got in trouble a lot.”

Clem chewed on her bottom lip, then said, “That doesn’t seem like any reason to send your child to a boarding school.”

“Oh, well, they didn’t send me here,” he clarified. “My aunt did.”

Clem’s brows knitted in confusion. “Your aunt?”

“Yeah. I lived with her before I came here. She traveled a lot for work and didn’t want to drag me across the country.” 

“Why did you move in with your aunt?”

Louis picked at a loose string on her sleeve. “Like I said, I didn’t get along with my parents.”

Clem shifted around until she was propped up on her elbows and partially hovering over him. When he didn’t look at her, she gently tapped his chin. “Hey,” she murmured. 

He finally glanced at her.

“You okay?”

 “Yeah,” his nonchalant voice was unconvincing.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, Clem-” he shook his head, taking a deep breath. “It’s fine.”  The smile he forced wasn’t true. “It’s not you, I swear. It’s not a big deal.”

“Really? Because you’re acting weird all of a sudden.”

“I’m a weirdo. You said so yourself, remember?”

“No,” she frowned. “This is different.” She paused to mull over her words carefully. “If it hurts too much to talk about, you don’t have to tell me anything. Just know that I’m here for you.”

Uncertainty settled along his features. He started tapping the side of his boot against the bed frame. 

“It’s not a fun story,” he warned her. 

“I can handle it if you can.”

He sat up, bringing her with him, and readjusted his coat. Worry tugged at her heart when he scooted away from her. 

He let out a heavy sigh.  “Right, well,” Louis became twitchy, nervous, “it was just me and my parents, and they were pretty strict. Well, my dad was pretty strict.” He watched her carefully, gauging her reactions. “We were well off, I guess. Dad had a good job, mom stayed at home, and I went to school and did sports in the summer. It was pretty good, I guess.”

“So, then... why did you move in with your aunt if things were good?” she asked again. She didn’t mean to pry, but there was just something lingering in his eyes that had morbidly peaked her curiosity.

He didn’t respond right away. He avoided her eyes, seemingly more focused on picking at his cuticles. “My dad, he...” he mumbled slowly, “...he’d rough me up sometimes.”

Clem blinked up at him, slowly registering the words. “What?”

“Y’know, I’d knock something over or they’d get a call from the school, whatever, and he’d... “ his voice lowered to a whisper, “he’d come home and... show me that what I did was bad.”

Something awful twisted in her gut.

“Like... he’d yell at you?”

“...Yeah...” he hesitated. “...and then,” his eyes fluttered shut, “when he was really mad, he’d smack me around.”

“What-”

“It’s fine, though,” he quickly interrupted. “I mean, it was only that bad a couple times. And it’s not like I didn’t deserve it." He forced a laugh. “I did a lot of dumb shit as a kid.”

Her mouth fell agape as she stared at him. She could see panic starting to surface from his eyes. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” he tried to assure her, practically slapping his hand on her knee. “Really, I barely remember any of it, anyway. Besides, it’s not like he can hit me anymore! Y’know, with the whole world going to shit and him probably being dead. So, it’s not like he’s gonna come barging in here with a belt or anything! It’s fine! Nothing to worry about.”

Before she could speak, he hopped over her and stumbled to his feet. He kept his back to her as he exclaimed, “You know what sounds super great right now? Water. I’m gonna go grab-”

“Louis-” she reached out and caught his sleeve. 

“-a bottle, then we can go join-”

“Louis.” Her tone stopped him in his tracks, but he still refused to meet her eye. Her grip on his sleeve loosened as she scooted closer, sitting at the edge of his bed with her fingers laced with his. She felt him tremble violently. “Don’t leave,” she murmured. 

He didn’t pull from her. Instead, his hand gripped hers firmly, though he still refused to look at her. 

She searched deep within herself to find the right thing to say, something that would make him feel better, even though she had a feeling that nothing could ever make memories like those completely fade. 

“I’m sorry,” she spoke tenderly. “You know that you didn’t deserve that, right?”

“...Yeah.” 

Clem kissed his hand. “Louis, you’re amazing,” she mumbled against his skin.  “More than amazing, and I’m sorry that your parents couldn’t see that. You don’t have to pretend that it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

She watched his trembling shoulders slump and his head fall. 

“...Y-yeah.”

She stood from the bed and gently pulled him around to face her. 

No tears had spilled over, but they remained glossy in his dark eyes. His chin quivered, lips pressed into a firm line. She brushed one of his dreads out of his face and pressed a delicate kiss to his jaw.

“You’re safe,” she whispered. 

She felt the wetness drip down his cheeks.

Sneaking her arms around his neck, she held him close, letting him sob into her shoulder. He squeezed her, holding on for dear life. She felt him break apart in her embrace, small and vulnerable. 

So, she held him, mumbled sweet things to him and rubbed his back until all those tears finally dried up. And, even then, she still held him. 

“You’re safe,” she whispered once more. 

[forever-more-never-again]

Gone (A Natasha Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Pairing: Natasha X Reader

Word Count:1718

Warnings: Mention of blood, hospitalization, angst

Request: Could you maybe do something Natasha x fem! reader where the reader is an avenger who gets really hurt during a battle/mission and Nat stays home to take care of R while she heals? Please and thanks.

a/n: So sorry. Not fluffy. All the angst. probably not what you had wanted, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Part Two

Masterlist

You loved being an Avenger. Strange as that sentiment may be to most other heroes. You were always in danger, always ready to attack any threat at a moment's notice. The nightmares sucked, the PTSD as well, but you loved the adrenaline and the power that came with every fight. You loved knowing that you were protecting innocent people.

Most of all, you loved that your powers could actually be used for good.

“[Y/n], You ready to go?” You turned to face your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. She stood in the doorway of your room in her black stealth suit.

Smiling, you finished putting your knives in their sheaves on your ankles. Your cargo pants and white long sleeve shirt ready to get dirty. “All ready!” You exclaimed, your fingers producing sparks of electricity in your excitement.

Natasha shook her head at you, a bemused smile on her face. She never understood how you enjoyed missions as much as you did, but she loved how excited you got.

You walked up to your girlfriend and leaned in for a kiss. Her arms entwined your waist as she tugged you flush against her body, her lips moving in harmony with yours. All the love and passion you felt for the assassin welling up inside and pouring over into the kiss. The faint smell of Vanilla causing you to part your lips ina moan. Natasha’s tongue sweeping inside as she deepened the kiss, her hands trailing down to your ass as she gave each cheek a squeeze.

Eventually you pulled away with a gasp. You smirked at your girlfriend, raising an eyebrow as her hands stayed where they were, “Come on, we can’t be late.” You finally said, laughing at the annoyed look on your girlfriends face. You whirled out of her embrace and started down the hallway, ignoring the shout of your girlfriend as she scrambled to catch up with you.

Walking up to the quinjet, you couldn’t stop bouncing, twirling and just being your awkward self.

“Did [Y/n] get into the coffee again?” You turned and stuck your tongue out at Tony.

Natasha rested a hand on your shoulder as she laughed.

Steve came up behind the three of you, all dressed in his Captain gear and his shield secured. “You guys done goofing off?” He scolded, but you could see the twinkle in his blue eyes. He enjoyed the banter, even if he never admitted it.

“Remind me again what the mission is?” You asked, walking onto the jet and securing your seatbelts.

Steve walked up and hung onto a bar as the jet took off, “We got reports of an illegal black market arms deal going down in Sweden. We are to make sure that the missiles and weapons of mass destruction do not get transported and arrest anyone involved.”

You nodded along. Seemed simple enough. You looked over at Natasha and winked at her as she talked to Tony, causing a slight flush to rise up on her cheeks.

Still smiling as the jet landed, you immediately went into mission mode. Speaking into the comms, you made sure everyone could hear you, “Alright, so what’s the play Cap?”

Steve spoke fast and quiet, “I want Tony overhead, pointing out heat signatures, Natasha up in the trees, watching for any unexpected visitors, I’ll go in and [Y/n] I want you to take out the vehicles.”

A grin split your face as you waltzed into the clearing in the forest that the arms deal was going down in.

“Hey! Who are you!?” Immediately you were assaulted with angry screams and insults as men pulled their guns on you. But before they could fire at you, Steve’s shield flew in and knocked a couple of them out, turning the rests attention to the giant blue suited man who had entered from the other side of the field.

Turning back to your task, you sparked your hands up and walked to the various trucks and cars. Resting your hand on the hood, you fried the electrical aspects of the vehicles so that they were useless.

“Okay, I’m nearly done...Wait...is that a boat?” You asked, peering over towards a river.

The comm cackled to life as Tony responded, Steve still busy with the arms dealers, “Looks like. I can blast it from up here [Y/n], you get back to the jet.”

But you were already running for the boat. Jumping in it, you laughed back, “No can do Tony, this is my job.”

Then your girlfriends worried voice filled the comm, “[Y/n], you know what could happen if you touch water while your powers are in use….please be careful.”

Smiling, you let your body light up with electricity, small lightning bolts running up and down your body as you rested your hand on the steering wheel, “Please, Careful is my middle…”

You broke off as you heard a shout, and then felt a prick in your stomach. Eyes wide, smile slowly leaving your face, you looked down and saw that your white shirt was now becoming red.

“Wha…”

“[Y/n]!”

“They’ve been hit! Tony, pick them up!”

“Roger that Cap. Romanoff, get the jet here!”

You could barely hear the frantic voices of your teammates as your blood drummed in your ears. You slipped, your legs giving away underneath you. You tripped over a buoy, body still flickering with electricity, and then, you fell overboard. Right into the water.

“[Y/n]! No!” Natasha screamed, her voice rising to an animalistic volume, the pain in her normally velvet tone causing the hair to rise on the back of Tony’s and Steve’s necks.

You, on the other hand, had lost all hearing. Submerged in the river, your body was tugged with the current.

The water on the surface gleamed in bright sparks of silver and gold.

“Tony! No! You can’t go in your suit, it’ll kill you. Here, hold this!”

The last thing you saw before losing consciousness, was a flash of blonde and blue swimming towards you.

The next time your eyes opened, it was due to the sound of an annoying beep. “Ughhh...five more minutes.” You murmured, turning over to your side. But when the beeping kept up, you groggily opened your eyes.

Hit with adrenaline, you bolted straight up. You were not in you bed. You were in a hospital. “What…?” You tried to remember what happened, but nothing was coming to you. The last thing you remembered was getting ready for school. “Mom?” You whispered. The white washed room was empty though.

You grimaced at the Iv in your arm and gently pulled it out. As you swung your legs over the side o the bed, you froze.

First, pain hit you from your abdomen. You pulled the dress up and saw that your stomach was wrapped in gauze. But not only that, you saw that your entire body was covered in burn scars.

Stumbling to your feet, you rushed over to a small mirror over the bathroom counter. “What?”

Your hands reached up and touched your hair. It was a mirage of ever shifting silver and golds. But that couldn’t be right, because you had [h/c] hair. Like your mother did.

“Mom!” You yelled out, beginning to panic. You ran to the door of the hospital, frantically pulling on it, but it seemed to be locked from the outside.

Suddenly the door gave away. You tripped backwards and would have fallen if a strong pair of arms hadn't caught you.

“[Y/n], what are you doing out of bed!? You need to rest.”

You stared, awestruck, at this gorgeous woman. Red hair flowed over her shoulders as she walked you back to the hospital bed and got you residuated.

As she glanced up, you caught sight of two emerald green eyes set in the prettiest face you had ever seen.

“[Y/n]? What’s wrong?” The angel asked, tone infused with concern.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, have we met?”

The Angel looked taken aback before holding one of your hands in hers, “[Y/n], if this is a joke, it’s not funny. I’m Natasha, you’re girlfriend of three years. We live in the Avengers tower together.”

Your forehead scrunched as you tried to call forth any memory of a Natasha. Although, the name Avengers rung a faint bell.

“No. My name is [Y/n], true. But I’m a college student at midtown University and I live with my mother. I don’t know a Natasha, and I’m certainly not dating anyone.”

And that was when tears began to fall from the Angel’s eyes. “Oh [Y/n]. No, honey, Your mom died in a horrible storm accident. It’s how you gained your powers. You guite college and joined the Avengers.”

You shook your head vehemently denying every word that came out of her mouth. “I don’t know who you think you are,” You yanked your hand out of hers, your heart thumping weird at the look on the woman’s face, “But My mother is alive, and I am a college student.”

The woman, Natasha, looked at you, voice watery from the tears falling down her face, “[Y/n], what year do you think it is?”

You scoffed, “Ridiculous, it’s 2012 obviously.”

“No, [Y/n]....its 2016…”

Your breath got caught in your throat. It couldn’t be. You couldn't have lost four years of your life. “You’re lying!” you yelled. Struggling to get out of the bed, not paying attention to the pain radiating from your stomach.

Natasha’s hands held you down, “Nurse!”

The doors opened again and a woman in a nurse’s outfit came in.

“You’re lying! I don’t know you! I don't know you! Get her away from me!” You screamed, your voice growing louder and more shrill as you struggled against the arms holding you down.

Your struggles died down as the nurse put a shot in your arm. Your eyes slowly dropped but you continued to protest, “I don’t know you...I … Don’t ...Know….” You fell into sleep.

Natasha sat down by your hospital bed, tears forming into full body sobs. You didn’t remember her. You didn’t remember loving her. You had lost four years of your life being electrocuted by your powers in that river.

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Generated Sentence Starters — Open➡ My muse dies in your muse’s arms ; Canon AU ( Cause someone dies lol )

A follow up from HERE. In which a retaliation hit is ordered on Kim Doyoung.@hansolmi and @mixhyunwoo (and maybe @mijongsuk / @mixwoobin idk lol) might be interested in this read.

( tw: blood, violence, murder )

𝟕:𝟒𝟏𝐏𝐌 —

“Hey Doyoung, come taste this. I think the coke is expired. It tastes funny… Can soda even be expired?”

Doyoung waves him off, eyes fixed on the television screen before him as flips through its modes, trying to find the correct one that would connect to his hard disc. Hansol had protested – “But Doyoungg, I can buy it! I’m rich! T–this isn’t right!” – but Doyoung is of the philosophy of: Why buy what you can get for free? 

That’s right. He’s a filthy pirate and proud. 

Thus the hard drive full of Blu Ray rips for their Marvel Movie Marathon. Hansol relented eventually like he usually does. Doyoung can be very convincing when he tries. 

“Expired soda won’t kill you,” he shoots back, and behind him, Hansol gives a half-squeak, half-exclamation of disapproval. Cute. But Doyoung can’t help rolling his eyes nonetheless. Such a sheltered boy. 

“It’s not expired you numbskull,” he sighs, “I bought it this morning! It’s probably the damn pesto chicken your butler cooked for dinner. That stupid sauce has a disgusting aftertaste that makes everything taste weird. God, I hate pesto.”

“Huh. I guess so.”

Doyoung wonders if he might’ve added too much; He’d just crushed all the pills in the container and chucked it into the soda bottle. He thought sleeping pills were tasteless, but obviously, it must’ve been too much if Hansol tasted something off. In his defence, he didn’t know how much would be enough.

He hears Hansol taking another long sip from his cup. Good.

The infernal appliance finally works, the menu flickering to life on the screen before him. Thank fuck, because Doyoung was this close to chucking the remote right at it for being so damned obstinate. 

As the comic book like intro plays, he shuffles backwards, unceremoniously dropping his butt down on the sofa. Hansol, who had selfishly stretched out lengthwise along the entire couch, squeaked as he hastily pulled his legs away just seconds before they were crushed.

In retaliation, Hansol defiantly stacks his legs on top of Doyoung’s lap which elicits the stink eye from him. 

Glancing to the side, he notes the heavy lids and silent yawns of the man. 

“What? Sleepy already? It’s only eight you baby,” he half-snorts, half-chuckles with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m not!”

“Whatever you say sleeping beauty,” he smirks, slapping the man’s leg, “If I catch you sleeping I’m gonna shove ice-cubes down your shirt.”

“Har. Har. Not gonna happen because I’m not gonna sleep.”

They’re only 10 minutes into the movie when Doyoung hears the distinctively heavy breathing of a sleeping Hansol.

“Well, that was faster than I expected,” he mutters, jabbing the man at his side a couple of times – just to be sure – before gently lifting his legs off his lap as he straightens up, switching the television off as he does so. 

𝟖:𝟎𝟐𝐏𝐌 —

Doyoung paces across the fireplace in silence, tapping away on his mobile phone, pausing every now and there to stare off into space – as though considering how to best word his message. Even after he’s done typing, he spends another five or so tapping the device contemplatively against this chin.

To send or not to send, that is the question.

In the end, he sends it. At this point, it doesn’t matter whether he sends it early or late. Whatever the case, it won’t affect the outcome of his plan as far as he’s foreseen. If only there were someone present awake to witness that glorious shit-eating grin of his as he tapped ‘send’. Mother always did say he had a beautiful smile. 

Extracting the sim card, he snaps the tiny little thing in half and tosses it into the glowing hearth.

𝟖:𝟏𝟏𝐏𝐌 —

Doyoung’s nursing his neon plastic cup of coke – which Hansol was right about; it did taste funny, and it wasn’t the pesto – in peaceful silence when his ears pick up a distant thud indicative of something (or someone) heavy hitting the ground. 

Must be from the foyer. His guest is earlier than expected. 

It’s a good thing Hansol is as rich as he is, and his mansion (and thus, his corridors) is unnecessarily huge. Doyoung reckon’s he’s got a minute or so before they discover him in the media room. He’ll take any extra time he’s got; Doyoung is under no illusion that he can match up to a trained assassin. 

But he’s not planning to match up to anyone. He just needs to buy some time.

Downing the rest of his cup’s contents with a grimace, he crouches down by the ebony coffee table, running his palm along the underside of it until he feels a bump. He traces the outlines of the button with his fingers, searching for the safety unlock – which he flicks off with a fingernail – before stabbing the button with his index. 

Hansol always did have the best thingamajigs. 

Doyoung straightens up just in time to greet his guest at eye level.

“Hey,” he raises a palm in greeting, “Fancy meeting you again like this… Ghost.”

𝟖:𝟏𝟓𝐏𝐌 —

“So, did you kill the butler or just knock him out?”

“You’re my target. So no, I didn’t kill him.”

“A killer with morals I see,” he muses thoughtfully as he walks up to the man who was now eyeballing him suspiciously. “Relax,” he says, raising up both arms, “I don’t intend on leaving this room. At least, not outside of a body bag. The game’s up. I’ve known about the hit for a while now and have come to terms with it. Pretty sure I can’t outmanoeuvre a guy like you.”

“Ironic though, killing me now after saving me back then. You’re a surprisingly good, bad guy— by the way, did your boss ever mentioned the reason for the hit?”

“No. He never did, and it’s none of my business anyways. And my condolences, Doyoung-ssi. I’m just doing my job, no hard feelings.”

The man cocks his gun, levelling it at him.

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” he snorts, rolling his eyes as he lightly pushes the barrel of the gun away from his face with the tip of his fingers. “Why are you in such a hurry. At least give me time to pretty myself up before sending me off.”

“Confused?” He chuckles, wiggling his gloved fingers before the man. “It’s cause I need it to fit my—”

Dropping his palms down, a decorative pewter letter-opener sliding out from under his sleeve and into his grasps. And in one fluid motion, he stabs it right into the man’s left thigh. He knew all those sleight of hand tricks he picked up for high school pranks would come in useful someday. 

“—narrative,” he finishes, smiling up at the man. “Déjà Vu?” 

Doyoung takes advantage of the man’s distraction, lunging for the firearm and succeeds in knocking it out of his grasp. 

He dives for it, rolling behind the couch in the process.

Behind him, Ghost grunts in pain, but easily regains his bearings. He pulls out another gun, unsurprisingly. 

“For a guy who claims to be ready for death, you seem to be fighting it pretty hard.”

Once again, Doyoung raises his arms over his head – gun still in hand – from behind the couch in a show of surrender. 

“For an entirely different reason I assure you. Sorry for the skewering your thigh, but  I doubt you’d have let me borrow your gun otherwise,” he explains calmly. 

Arms still raised, he rises slowly from behind the couch, coming face to face with the wary assassin and his trained gun. 

“Don’t shoot.”

Locking eyes with the man, he slowly lowers the arm wielding the firearm. 

“I don’t intend to shoot you,” he drawls slowly, holding the man’s gaze. He lowers the gun further, aiming it directly at his sleeping friend’s heart. 

He fires. 

“It was for him,” he remarks nonchalantly, nodding towards Hansol as he tosses the gun aside as though it were trash.

The look of confusion on the man’s face was hilarious, and if things weren’t set to play out the way they were, Doyoung would’ve loved a photo.

Ignoring the assassin’s bewilderment, he saunters over to the fireplace as he peels off his gloves, and discards them in the hearth the same way he’d discarded Hyunwoo’s sim card not too long ago.

𝟖:𝟐4𝐏𝐌 —

Doyoung’s pretty sure those are sirens he’s hearing.

“Right on time,” he exclaims, clapping his hands together as he looks expectantly at Ghost. “What are you waiting for? Come at me!” 

Down the long, long corridor, he hears distinct groan and crash of a door being bashed open and the booming ‘Police!’ he usually only ever hears when watching one of his procedural serials. 

“Oh for God’s sake—”

Rolling his eyes, he lunges for the assassin’s collar, using gravity to take the man down with him as he lets himself fall backwards onto the coffee table. 

Wincing, he hits the surface with a loud clatter, magazines and random table clutter flying everywhere. 

Inhaling deeply, he summons his loudest, most fearful voice:

“Help! HELP! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!”

Amidst his screeching, he guides the man’s hand with his own, pressing the barrel of the pistol against his kidney. He tries not to think about it as he forces the man to pull the trigger.

“HEL—”

It hurts a lot more than he’d expected. His words die a strangled death in his throat, the force of the shot knocking the wind right out of him.

The world before him does a tilt-a-whirl, and darkness was starting to creep in from the edges of his vision. With trembling arms, he weakly drags Ghost closer to him, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Lost the battle, won the war. Hansol is mine, forevermore.”

And he lets himself fall.

White noise fills his ears, and he sees a blur of silhouettes behind half-lids that slowly fade into nothing.

𝟖:𝟑𝟎𝐏𝐌 —

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞 —

Outgoing: VersaceSender: Watson

Sent 8:07PMHello from the other side, sweetheart. I must thank you for sending out a hitman after me. I’ve always wanted to go out with a bang!And what a show it was! If only you were here to watch it all go down.

If I had known Hyunwoo had such a dangerous lover backing him, I would’ve planned his murder more carefully. But well, what’s done is done. In the end, we all still get what we want. Me = Hyunwoo gone. You = Me gone. So win-win.

Can’t say the same for Hyunwoo or that guy Woobin though. Hyunwoo must be weeping from the grave over his half-brother’s death. And Woobin doesn’t get his sweet boy. But eh, it’s not possible for everyone to win. 

Hansol has always been mine. I promised to always watch over him. Can’t watch over him if I’m dead and gone, so decided to take him with me. 

Anyways, have fun dealing with the cops! Cheers! RIP me.