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out of curiosity how long ago were the songs submitted that are being posted now?
Today's songs are some of my favorites and not submissions :).
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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago
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Hii 👋 😁 okay so I'd like to request a valentines date with the brothers and newdatebales but while they are on the date MCs ex who is a complete jerk interrupts their nice time and MCs date makes the ex pay for being so rude. Happy Valentines Day! 💝
Happy valentine's! Ugh exes really can be a pain! I'd fist fight my ex for a stick of gum, no hesitation
Sorry this took so long, I've been asleep for most of the day
Pt.2 = undateables (minus Luke)
Context: you decided to go to the human world for your date
Lucifer:
Restaurant! Always - it's a classic
It was fairly lavish, Everyone was in suits or dresses, the place seemed to glitter from how polished it all was
A small classical band in the back
"I'm having a lovely time, I hope it's all to your liking."
"definitely is, though if you were the one playing the piano I'd make it even better."
"I'll keep that in mind for later."
He smirked, taking a sip of his wine whilst you just beamed
You two have been waiting month's for this renovation and you glad you were able to get it in on Valentines
"Oh! (Y/N) been ages- didn't expect you to be here, who's your friend?"
Your stomach dropped
Your ex just smiled at you two, leaning on your seat
"boyfriend."
"no! No way! You're dating?! I heard you were so broken after our breakup, so glad you were finally able to move on, must of been hard."
"Will you leave? I'm trying to enjoy myself-"
Lucifer glared at them, shifting in his seat incase he had to settle this - he had faith in your strength but knew he wouldn't stay silent for long
"Why so hostile?! I haven't done anything wrong it's not like I've gone and told him how clingy you were or the fact you just LOVED arguing."
"fuck off will you?! I wasn't clingy, you were just distant and barely treated me like a partner and we got into arguements because YOU kept going behind my back."
He finally stepped in, noticing you were getting EXTREMELY worked up and had tears lining your eyes
He pulled your ex around, gripping their face and flashed them his true forms face
They screamed as they shoved themselves away from him, darting away to their table
This made everyone look at them, Lucifer fixing his hair and wiped his gloves with a scented wipe
"how unpleasant, Let's get the check, we can finish this back at the house."
He called over a waiter, quickly paying and collecting the now packaged food
"Just tap me and I'll step in sooner, I know you can handle yourself but I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry."
Mammon:
A drive in movie - wants to show off his hot wheels and attractive partner~
He was pulled all sorts of cheesy moves, the yawn and stretch is one but many
He smiled having you leaned against him with his arm around your shoulder
You told him you were going to get more snacks and he tried to follow you but you said it'll be alright
Though when you came back you saw your ex leaning on mammons car, flirting with him
"Babe! I told them to back off but they kept pushing-"
"I didn't expect to see you here, are you with him?"
"I'm very much with him, he's taken."
You roughly handed mammon the snacks
He knew to keep his mouth shut, that look on your face wasn't something to mess with
"what a shame, I'm glad you finally got over me though, I heard from your friends you disappeared for 6 months."
"yeah, I was busy with living my life not crying over you."
Your exes mouth twitched whilst you just jumped back into your side of the car
"Right, right - so are you two serious or just a fling? I know it's difficult for you to keep a partner - why not keep me company? You're too handsome to be with them, don't you think? There's no way you actually like them-"
They trailed a hand up mammons arm, sending him a wink
He smacked their hand away from him, growing tired of their behaviour
"you listen here I'm in love with them more than your tiny little human brain will ever understand, back away from my car or watch us go on with our date."
When your ex didn't move he grabbed your shirt, pulling you in into a heated kiss
Whilst you two made out your cradled his head, flipping off your ex, mammon didn't have to even look to know what you were doing
He joined in on flipping them off, you both stayed like that until you heard them scoff and leave
"just say the word and I'll do whatever you ask, I won't let them get away with talking to you like that."
When the movie was done you spotted your exes car with the window down, mammon happily through your Popcorn into their window
But it wasn't over, when his car got close enough he took a pocket knife, slashing their car and immediately drove off at high speed
Levithan:
Arcade; was there really anything else?
He was determined to get you all the arcade prizes, using all his skills to make the machine do as he wished
Has used his tail to grab a prize from a rigged claw machine
"what else should we do? I saw a two player shooter finally open up."
"maybe dance dance Revolution? It'll be fun~"
He groaned, not wanting to do physical exercise but smiled when you weren't looking
He knew every dance song and pattern! He was going to impress you so much!
Of course there was a line, two kids hogging it and people recording them
Though things took a turn when your ex showed their face
"i should of known you'd come here, can't seem to stop visiting our old dating spots, huh?"
You rolled your eyes, clutching levithan's hand
If you were going to be honest, you completely forgot this was one of your old date places
You just remembered it was close by and you've been there when you were younger
"get over yourself, I'm on a date with my boyfriend."
"him? Really? I knew I hurt you but I didn't expect you to downgrade this much."
Levi looked down ashamed, anger boiling inside of him at how they spoke to you
He suddenly moved Infront of you, gripping your exes shirt as he pinned them to the photo-booth
"I don't care what you say to me but I know that you're just a cheating liar who gets off making others feel shitty, stay away from us or I will rip you to shreds limb by limb!"
He didn't even know his voice raised, punching the booth beside their head
Your normally timid boyfriend only got like this when you tried to be a better TSL fan than him or he lose his patience with mammon
Your ex cowered under his gaze, darting off as soon as they could
"i- I hope I didn't speak over you! I know you could of easily dealt with them but I just couldn't stand it!"
Satan:
Meausum, very interesting with different moments in history and discoveries all for the public to see - a date for nerds
Good thing you're both nerds (tbh I'd love a date like this)
"I was actually alive when this happened, It was pretty remarkable."
Oh yeah, expect him to be giving you all the classified details of moments in history
You just wished you had him whilst you were doing your history exams, you could of gotten so much extra credit!
"were you ever in any pictures? It would be pretty fun if we spotted you in the back of one of these."
He just laughed, grinning as you slowly began to realize that was an actual possibility
But before you could press on your mouth flew shut
Your ex was here
You elected to ignore them but they didn't have the same idea for you
"I never expected to see you around again, I thought you disappeared completely when no one heard from you in months."
"now that you're talking to me I wish I had, is there a reason you're interrupting my date?"
"your date? Is this him? I didn't think you'd move on so quickly~ shows what value you have on relationships."
Satan was pleased; he's heard all about your ex and was mad they were even breathing the same air as you
You were more annoying than any of his brother's and he hasn't even said anything to them yet
"I got over you quickly which might I add 10 months isn't a short time span - because you mean nothing me, you're a bitch."
"Back off or you'll end up with a bloody nose."
"gonna hit? Some man you are! Quick to violence-"
He grabbed their head, quickly jerking their head as if he was going to smash it into the display
His fingers dug into their scalp and tugged at their hair
"You have 5 seconds, I'm feeling nice today because it's valentine's - run now or I will put a dent in your skull."
He let go and he began to count, your ex looked at you both with fear before running
Just grazing the 5 second limit
"what was we discussing? Ah yes, I'll point out where I am, I think the picture is just up ahead."
Asmodeus:
Bath store date!!!
If it's with asmo - anything can be exciting
Even if it is you two walking around snorting bath bombs and poking the bath jello
Asmo handed you a bar
"smell it~ it's got herbs and flowers in it, doesn't the smell remind you of the kitchen back home?"
You gave it a small sniff but almost got abit of herb stuck in your nose when you saw your ex looking straight at you
He caught onto your surprise, slightly turning to see someone approach you two
"Careful there, don't want it to get stuck up your nose."
Your ex laughed, you just frowned
The demon looking between you, noticing how unhappy you were
"Do you want something? We're busy."
"I spotted you and thought to see hi! It's been so long since we've talked! Are you feeling abit better now after your break? I know the breakup was hard."
They gave you a pity filled look, patting your shoulder
"No, the breakup was easy to get through but why does it matter to you? We're not friends and you dumped me and that was that."
"come on it couldn't be just that, don't be shy Infront of- who are you exactly?"
Asmo quickly wrapped an arm around you, hugging you close as he gave your ex a tight smile
"Their boyfriend~! And I'm not happy about you talking to my sweetheart, leave."
"boyfriend? You look like that and you wanna try to be tough, you're as scary as a cloud- this is what you moved on with? I should of expected it."
"cute, look me in the eyes whilst you say that, won't you?"
Your ex foolishly did, Getting ready to insult but felt themself be fully charmed
"Won't you be a dear and spin around for me? Perhaps start clucking like a chicken, I think there's some feed over there." He cooed.
You bursted out laughing watching your ex do exactly as they were asked
Your boyfriend just smiled, picking up another soap and sniffing it before handing it to you
"ooo it's really fragrance, let's get this one."
You ignored your charmed ex, leaving the store with your stuff, hearing them yell out in humiliation as soon as you stepped out the store
Beezlebub:
Picnic, Should of been expected
You watched him do his stretches; you knew he had to keep himself occupied with draining tasks to keep better control over his constant hunger
He already scarfed down most of what was in basket before his fitness watch went off
You just sat back and observed
"I know this isn't romantic but once I'm tired we can continue, I'm sorry."
"Beel, I'd rather watch you flex your muscles than feel starved."
"I'll do my best."
He leaned down and you met him half way, Sharing a quick kiss before he went jogging
Everytime he passed your spot you gave him a cheer
But what you didn't expect was your ex to whistle, watching Beel with you
"do you mind? That's my boyfriend."
"I can see, how'd you get a guy like him? He's shredded, I didn't think big guys were your type."
"It's none of your business what my type is, our relationship is over and I told you I never wanted to see you again."
Your ex scoffed, glaring down at you
"is that why you disappeared for months? You really think I'd be desperate enough to message you again?"
"is it it of your system yet? Can you leave?"
"What's the issue..? You don't look pleased."
He was looking directly at you, concern on his face
You sighed In annoyance
"oh~ and he has a nice voice aswell, aren't you a package, wanna go somewhere more private?"
It was your turn to scoff, beel frowned at your ex
He knew how unpleasant your ex was and immediately stepped towards them
He grabbed their head and easily lifted them off the ground and put them to his eye level
"Apologize and Leave."
Your ex whimpered, wincing in pain, beel moved them like a ragdoll and made them face you
"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!"
They were let go and scampered off
You turned to beel, cupping his face, his mood immediately improving
"you did amazing, baby, are you tired or do you need to keep exercising?"
"I think I'll be able to be fine now, I'm glad they left so quickly, I was going to eat them."
Belphegor:
He wanted sky diving but you decided to go to the mattress store
Odd date choice but it made perfect sense to your boyfriend, they were having double bed special offers
He sunk into the mattress, sighing feeling how soft and bouncy it was
"We Should get this one."
"you said that with the last mattress, I'm sure you could find one hard as a rock and still want it."
"the top of the sofa is a comfy spot but I like my mattresses soft."
You just hummed, looking at the prices
"Tore up the old one with one of your tantrums? What a shame."
"excuse me??! I had a death In my family and that was an accident-! Why are you even here?!"
You can't believe it! Your ex had to be here of all places!
"I did want to say hi but now you're just getting all worked up over abit of teasing, you're still so sensative."
"Wow, forever the gaslighting cunt, I'm really not surprised you haven't changed but you got real balls to be so public about how much of a shitty person you are."
Beel was propped up on the mattress, happily watching you verbally destroy your ex
"you're just a bitch as always-"
"hold on, I'm just teasing - no need to get all angry about it."
He snickered whilst you smirked, coping the same tone your ex used
"Ah~ I know you, they told me about you, you're the ex that slipped and fell into the pool full of sick, I've been laughing about that for months."
"you-! I can't believe you'd talk about me so much, have you really moved on?"
"they told him one story, calm down, is this what you do now that you're single? terrorise couples in mattress store?"
They tried to bark back but he cut them off
"You know...I know plenty of ways to suffocate a human and I wouldn't even have to put a single finger on you, unless you want to see what I can do to your mind, I'd turn around and bother someone else."
They stared at him in horror, seeing you both just look down at them, enjoying their struggle for words
"you're both little shits, I hope you're miserable."
"and I hope you get the hell out of my face before I decide to stop being nice."
His eyes glowed as mist formed at his fingers, unnoticeable to anyone else around you
Your ex winced, a choked noise escaping them
They surprised you by being smart for once, turning around and storming away
"Are you miserable, belphie?"
"only when you're not around."
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binunus · 4 years ago
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college bf!rocky
a/n next is our rock and aegyo king sorry sanha park minhyuk !! also I was going to post this yesterday :( but me and my roommates got a little too lit for valentine’s and I literally sat for 7 hours straight in zoom so I couldn’t finish it until now but !! I hope you loves enjoy!!
→ genre: fluff, smut
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alright aright alrightttt
we’re gonna switch it up a little bit
add a little flavor
because as much as I would love to say that college bf!astro all got their partners in a cute and smooth sailing way
we all know relationships aren’t that easy
but before we get into how you and rocky met
major: dance
are we surprised? no
rocky is a prodigy in dance
he’s been dancing since he could walk
he started choreographing at age 6
it just made sense for him, like even his parents were like go pursue dance, you’re not a law or business type of kid
he can master any type of dance from jazz, to ballet, to street, to contemporary, to tango, whatever you can think of
he’s roommates with music tech!jinjin
jin literally takes care of him all the time bc rocky??? when he comes back to the apt after dance practice?? dead weight
only passes his gen ed classes bc eunwoo tutors him
if it weren’t for the boys, rocky would literally live in the dance studio
they make sure to drag him out for fun and food at least once a week
or they join and keep him company while he’s practicing
have they gotten noise complaints before while messing around in the dance studio? yes
rocky is loud alright, especially when he’s with astro
he’s a perfectionist, literally will not leave the studio until he’s 100% satisfied with his progress
oh the amount of times myungjun and jin nag at him to take care of his health
now now
you’re also a dance major
people could say that you and rocky are the top two dancers of your year
gasp a rivals to lovers au??? you betcha baby
granted you switched into a dancer major your second year so rocky technically had seniority
but boom baby as soon as you made your appearance, it rocked his world
now im not saying rocky’s cocky bc obviously he’s a cute hardworking humble boy
but was he used to always being placed first in evaluations or getting the highest marks??? yeah
so the first time you placed first and he placed second??? it lit a bit of a fire in him
he’s seen a ton of good dancers in his time, but no one has ever matched his capabilities better than you
there was an unspoken rivalry between you two, everyone knew about it 
you both always wanted to upstage the other
there was always a tension whenever you two were in the same room
but like...have either of you ever really talked to each other besides side remarks in class?
no
and it didn’t really help that the whole dance department basically pit you up against each other to see who was really the best dancer of your year
so you and rocky never had the proper introduction to a friendship, it just went straight to rivalry 
and then came the announcements for the end of the year showcase
and instead of putting on a solo, the department chairs decided to have you and rocky perform a duet
and you’ve never worked with him before so you were dreading the first time you met up
you to your roommate: ugh i can’t believe im partnered up with rocky, that arrogant rude–
your roommate: have you ever even talked to him, y/n? he’s actually very nice
you: no...but that’s what he wants you to believe!
your ego sorta just went along with the whole thing
and rocky was 15 min late to your meeting bc he was out eating food with the guys so your patience?? very thin
literally as soon as he stepped into the dance studio, the air turned stuffy
rocky could feel you glaring at him and he just smirks?? 
rocky: did I make you wait long y/n?
you: yeah you did
he liked pushing your buttons?? idk he just felt satisfaction knowing that any small of action of his affected you that much
it made him feel like he was winning or whatever
and god it took literally forever for you two to decide on a song and genre of performance for the showcase
you wanted contemporary, he wanted ballet
you were literally disagreeing so much on it that you had to ask Siri to flip a coin
and then you fought and said that Siri was rigged when it chose tails (contemporary)
so you decided on a happy? mix of both
rocky at the end of your first meeting: i get that we’re not exactly friends, y/n, but we have to work together so let’s at least be professional
you: i can if you can
rocky: fine
you two literally bicker like five year olds on a playground
even the guys are like ???? why are you being so childish ???
you have 2 months of preparation until the showcase and you start meeting once a week for choreography and practice since given the assignment
you two are pretty civil for the most part, you make the contemporary parts and he makes the ballet parts and then you combine it when you meet up and see how it can incorporate and complement each other
there’s not much joking around ?? like you know how rocky’s a clown when he’s teaching astro choreography?? it’s not like that at all
and honestly you two are too caught up in your rivalry and tension to notice that your styles really match and highlight each other well??
there’s definitely a lot of “i could do this better than you” from both sides
i repeat: you are children
and then there’s this one practice where you and rocky are trying a pas de deux for the first time
(i literally looked this term up, it’s basically what jungkook and jimin from bts did during the 2020 mma black swan intro...if you haven’t seen it, watch it bc it is perfection mmm chefs kiss)
and you don’t know if it’s because you didn’t have enough momentum or rocky didn’t prep himself enough for the lift but he ends up dropping you and you both fall
and you both immediately start blaming each other for the mishap
until you lift your hand to point at him and it just hurts
it’s like a switch goes off, rocky’s immediately concerned and he’s like gently taking your hand like: holy shit are you okay??
you shake your head and you’re wincing whenever you try to move it
you: ow fuck rocky, I think it’s sprained
and he suddenly feels so guilty, like he goes silent
you: can we stop for today? I’m gonna go get this checked out, make sure it’s not broken
rocky: do you want me to go with you?
you: no. I’ll see you next week.
boy he feels so bad, he texts you throughout the course of the following week asking if you’re okay, asking your roommate if you’re okay, telling you he’s sorry that he dropped you
you didn’t respond much, not bc you felt weird texting him���well, you did a little bit shhh–but bc you were beating yourself up for getting injured a month before the showcase
you show up to practice the next week with your wrist in a compression bandage
and he doesn’t greet you with a quip like he usually does, he immediately grabs your wrist (gently) and he’s like inspecting the bandage
you: uh...the doctor said I should be careful with it for a week or two if i want it to heal faster. so don’t bitch at me if i’m not going all out
rocky: y/n...i’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to injure you, it was my fault that we didn’t execute the pas de deux
you just shrug: it was both our faults...if I didn’t fall on my wrist maybe we could have avoided this little obstacle
rocky: if I caught you correctly, you wouldn’t have even fallen
you: are we really arguing right now about this??
and then the two of you just laugh??? 
this is the first real pleasant interaction you’ve had with him
and you notice like wow rocky had a nice smile
you: i should be back to normal before the showcase so we should be fine
rocky: don’t push it though while we’re practicing alright? if your wrist starts hurting then stop, and don’t even think about doing any floor choreo
the atmosphere between you and rocky change after that
he becomes pretty concerned about your recovery–and maybe it’s bc he still blames himself for the cause of it
each night before your set practice days, he always shoots you a text asking how you’re feeling and how your wrist is doing
he brings ice packs, painkillers, and extra bandages during your practices just in case you need it
and you’re actually pretty touched by his concern
about two weeks before the showcase, your wrist is back to full movement and you’re like excited to actually practice to your best ability
from now on you see each other twice a week, just to get that detail and fine-tuning perfected
rocky’s still a bit hesitant to have you go full out but you reassure him that you’re fine
you both try the pas de deux again the day you take your bandage off 
and you can see that he’s nervous to try it
you: rocky, i’m fully healed now. we haven’t practiced this move since the first time and we need it in our routine
rocky: but...y/n, what if I drop you again??
you: you won’t...i trust you 
and you really did, that move requires a lot of trust between partners and you know? maybe it didn’t work out the first time because of the lack of trust between you two
and so you go through the full routine and rocky was holding his breath when that part of the choreography came up but you both successfully did it!! and it was a beautiful move
he was so excited at the end of the run through that he hugged you
and you were smiling too bc this was the first time you did a full run through without any stops in between
you both don’t even notice that all the hostility is gone??
and the tension suddenly changed from hatred to...dare I say it...sexual
oo baby the day of the showcase you two were hella nervous 
but c’mon you and rocky were the best of the best so ofc you absolutely killed the performance
your energies literally merged as soon as the music started
every move was flawless
and you both had to face each other during your ending pose and you were just like looking at him like ??? wtf ??? did you maybe wanna kiss him??
and you know the look that rocky has in his eyes when he’s dancing
imagine that literally piercing into your soul
you got the shivers waiting for the lights to dim 
you both received a standing ovation after your duet obviously
astro watching it bc they always support rocky: they’re gonna fuck 100%
fast forward to the next term bc you both didn’t really have a reason to contact each other during summer break now that the showcase was done
you and rocky had two classes together, dance research and advanced modern technique
it was then that you started to see his actual personality and how goofy of a person he was
you still had a rivalry of course, but now it was healthy
instead of trying to bring each other down, you both started motivating each other to do better
and yes you’ve always been impressed with how good of a dancer rocky was (and vice versa), but now whenever you saw him practice you start to feel a little bit of stir in your stomach and shit are you blushing??
and then you two get paired up again for your midterm evaluation
your teacher: i saw the chemistry you had for the showcase last term, i think you two would work well together for this project
and god is your teacher trying to murder you??? the theme of this midterm was “couple dance” to encourage collaboration or whatever
you were just thankful that the song choice she gave you was more upbeat and not sensual bc you know for a fact that you would not survive doing a sexy dance routine with rocky
but that didn’t stop the way your skin felt like it was on fire whenever he touched you for partner-dependent moves
this time around, you did the choreography process together and it was actually pretty fun??
you and him would bounce back ideas and joke around whenever something looked stupid
you and rocky did this by the way for reference
and then there was one late night when you two were practicing
it was around 2 am, no one else was in the music building and you both didn’t have class the next day so you two were just like fuck it let’s just practice until campus security kicks us out or whatever
you both were literally dancing for four hours, not just this new routine but old ones and freestyles as well
and then you were doing your new routine and during the part where he had to twirl and dip you, you both fall again
but no one got injured this time luckily
and you both just burst out laughing, maybe you were a little delirious at this point in the night
you: i can’t believe you dropped me again
rocky’s laughing and you both just look at each other, and he’s hovering above you right???
and your heart is beating so loudly in your chest you’re positive he can hear it
and you’re thankful that your face was already hot from dancing so that he couldn’t tell that you were in fact blushing
rocky’s like looking at you for a good minute or so and he’s just like thinking in his head: have you always been this cute?
and maybe it’s bc you guys have been getting along so well lately and the vibes are??? immaculate
but the atmosphere suddenly gets super thick and he !! just !! leans down !! and !! kisses !! you !!
and phew baby you bet that you immediately respond to it
you’re literally making out on the floor for like five minutes
and mind you, five minutes is a long time
until rocky’s phone rings loudly through the speaker and you both suddenly separate
he scurries to his phone and you sit up trying to compose yourself 
jinjin: park minhyuk where are you?! it’s 3 am!!
you literally hear jinjin scolding rocky through the phone and you laugh a little bc it’s so cute how he’s getting nagged right now
rocky: hyung...im practicing...
jinjin: do i need to drag you out of there?! i’ll literally call bin to carry your ass to our apartment! how long have you been practicing huh?? have you eaten dinner at all??
rocky: okay okay I’ll come back home
he turns to you after ending the call and he’s so !! shy !!
rocky: I guess that’s the end of our practice haha...do you want me to walk you back to your place?? it’s pretty late out
you: yeah that’d be nice...hm you sure your hyung’s not gonna call a search party for you??
you’re teasing him and he just pouts
rocky: i’ll be fine
rocky walks you back to your apartment and it’s a little?? awkward?? 
but before you bid him goodbye he’s like: uh...the kiss earlier...sorry if I surprised you
your cheeks are hot again: it’s um...it’s okay, I didn’t mind it...it was actually pretty nice...I guess...
and rocky’s heart skips a beat and now he’s blushing: yeah...it was...i’ll see you in class then??
you: yeah, i’ll see you. text me when you get home okay?
he nods and waits until you’re safely inside and then he just starts grumbling to himself
rocky: i’ll see you in class?? could i say anything more stupid??? 
rocky’s adorable okay
him texting you when he gets back: im home :)
you: that’s good! good night rocky :)
he goes to the guys the day after like: i have a predicament !! me and y/n kissed !! 
jinjin: that’s why you were late last night??
eunwoo: you dirty dog, doing it in the dance studio??
rocky: we didn’t do anything else hyung !!
bin: so did you ask them out??
rocky: no...i said...i’ll see you in class
myungjun: i’ll see you in class?!?! are you an idiot??
sanha: hyung even I’d ask y/n out after that
rocky: i know !! im dumb okay!! help me
sanha: you’re a lost case sorry
jinjin: why don’t you start with, hey y/n do you wanna get some food with me??
rocky: AHHHH
yes he does want to ask you out, yes he does want to kiss you again more than he’d like to admit, but he’s shy
you’re not faring any better, you and roommate were literally talking about it all weekend
the next time you see rocky (in class), you two are awkward as fuck
you both keep stealing glances at each other and then if one of you get caught, you both immediately look away
those 50 minutes of class could not go by any slower
and you were so ready to book it after the professor dismissed you but then you hear rocky call your name
rocky: hey y/n, are you free right now?
you: uh yeah! why what’s up
rocky: do you...um...wanna get some coffee with me?? or food or something??
you: do you mean like just to hang out or...uh like a date?
rocky: a date...if you want it to be
and cue the blushies again
you and rocky end up going to this cute cafe and get smoothies bc neither of you were feeling caffeine at the moment
and the whole time you two are just ??? so cute and shy and awkward with each other ???
which is such a contrast from how you two would dance together
rocky’s so sweet, really the cutest boy
gives you so many butterflies
the two of you end up going on little cafe dates before practice 
and you’re all cute and wholesome
and then he turns all passionate and dominant when you start dancing
like wow alright rocky giving you whiplash or whatever
when you show the routine for your midterm, the teacher and other students give you both high praises 
and he’s all giddy after class and he goes up to you: i think its safe to say that we have really good chemistry when we work together, don’t you think?
you’re smiling hehe but you wanna mess with him a little: hmm i think we’re alright, but who knows, i might mesh well with someone else
and then he’s all frowny, a little jealous: what do you mean someone else? do you make out with someone who just has alright chemistry with you??
your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his mouth: im kidding!!
rocky just smirks at your embarrassed reaction and he like tickles your sides
and then he just grabs your hand like: don’t find another dance partner y/n, just be mine
how could you say no to that??? especially when rocky’s just looking all handsome and charming and shit??? exactly. you can’t and why would you ever say no in the first place??
you and rocky dating?? biiiig news in the dance department
and even outside of it
bc lowkey rocky had a bit of a fanclub bc of how good he is at dancing, are we shocked? no
the boys are so happy for him !!
you meet his friends literally the day the two of you start dating
and you’re a bit nervous meeting them bc ofc you want them to like you, they’re his friends
but they’re so sweet...and headass
when rocky brings you to their dinner, the five of them literally start applauding at your entrance
you were so confused and rocky’s just out here with second hand embarrassment
he’s the cutest boyfriend
shy with pda in public (unless you’re dancing), most he’ll do is hold your hand
but in private he’s very clingy
loves backhugging you
he also tickles you when he wants to be a little shit
which is 50% of the time
very playful bf, will tease you at least once every day
if you two are just practicing dancing, he’ll make any sort of excuse to hold you or kiss you
asddfadsjf he’s so cute
gets very soft at night especially when you two are worn out from practice
just wants to go back to your (or his) apartment and cuddle and sleep
imagine just you two cuddling in bed after hours of dancing and he’s just spooning you and he mumbles tiredly into your shoulder: you’re amazing y/n...you’re one of the best dancers i’ve ever seen
and before, his pride would have never allowed him to say that, but now it can
not really one for pet names in my opinion, but he does call you “my y/n”
after you two start dating, you begin to call him by his real name, minhyuk
or you say hyukie
he lowkey loves it when you call him that, it’s so endearing
the guys teasing him, cooing at rocky all gross like : heyyy hyukkie
then rocky just like crosses his arms: only y/n can call me hyukie
he didn’t realize he loves couple dances so much until you and him are dating
well he only loves it because you’re his partner ofc
alright hear me out !! slow dancing with rocky
slow !! dancing !! with !! rocky !!
he dims the lights in the dance studio until it’s just a single spotlight and some slow romantic music comes on and he just grabs you by the hand and twirls you once before pulling you close and you’re just swaying side to side
and then he presses your foreheads together and he’s just looking into your eyes and gives you the softest smile
!!! im freaking out!! i want this so bad !!
that’s how the first i love you comes out
surprise, you say it first
okay but like in the moment, the atmosphere is literally so perfect, and you can just see how much he treasures you and you always feel butterflies whenever he does this, but there was just something that night that made you say it
like your chest was constricting so hard and you were thinking to yourself, i love this man
and so you just said it
and omg the smile on rocky’s face just widens and he kisses you so sweetly before he says it back
loves kissing you, your lips are like a drug to him
can literally make out with you for hours
has pushed you against the walls of the practice room just for a little make out session
ahhh here we go ladies and gents
sex !! with !! rocky !!
first and foremost, dance studio sex??? yes
especially if it’s just you two late night practicing like the first time you kissed?
mirror kink? maybe so
and bc y’all are ~flexible~, you bet he likes bending your back like a pretzel
he’s a very passionate lover, your pleasure is his #1 priority
loves foreplay just as much as the main event
but oof his hips?? grrrrr bark bark ram me over with a truck
his stroke game is so good
literally knows how to fuck you in all the right places
and his stamina??? god tier, can go at it for hours on end
into edging and overstimulation, oof you bet you’re cumming at least twice during every session
i cannot stress this enough!! thigh riding
you know he has thighs of steel
will make you cum just from riding his thigh
most of the time you guys start off slow and sweet, and then just boom it turns it hard sex
will definitely get turned on from doing a sexy dance routine
the amount of times he’s wanted to just fuck you in the middle of class bc you turned him on?? but ofc he has public decency he won’t do that
he knows you get turned on from his fingers oops
anal or vaginal fingering?? he’s all for it baby
he’s loud during sex, all the grunting, huffing, growling, oo im getting chills
not afraid to tell you how good you’re making him feel
not really into spanking, but he grips a lot, like his fingernails have definitely left some deep imprints in your hips or your ass
hair pulling?? yes, both sides receiving
okay but if you call him rocky during sex? big turn on
i can’t explain why, it just is
favorite position?? cowgirl
he loves when you’re on top of him
yes he likes seeing you try to fuck yourself on him
and then when he can’t take it anymore and just grabs your hips and thrusts up into you until your body literally collapses on him
he always tries to make you cum first but oops sometimes baby just busts a nut
yes you will probably tease him about it and then he’ll just shut you up by kissing you 
on another note, no way to turn rocky on faster than sucking on his bottom lip when you’re kissing
will cuddle you after cumming, like he doesn’t care if either of you are sweaty or messy, he’s hugging you for at least five minutes
honestly becomes a baby after sex so it’s more like you’re giving him after care sksksk
the switch he makes from being a sex fiend to a clingy cuddly boy? whiplash
like you need to go to the bathroom to pee or something and he’s like: but...i wanna hug u
i would risk it all for rocky yes
anyway after graduating, rocky becomes a choreographer for this really famous dance studio and get recruited to join a highly-competitive dance troupe
you both do long distance for a little bit bc obviously he’s back home but you have to travel with your group for competitions, sometimes even internationally
and so that caused some strain in your relationship bc distance sucks, but you would always make sure to call him every night before going to bed and despite any time zone difference, he would always answer
your biggest supporter !! literally flew out to surprise you during a big dance competition in london or whatever and you cried happy tears bc was he really there right now??
that’s when you knew that he was the one :’)
you spent the night w him in his hotel room and after a good couple rounds of reunion sex, you were like trying to test the waters a little bit: i missed you hyukie
rocky: i missed you too, but now that you’re here with me, nothing else matters
you: what do you really think about this long distance thing??
rocky: it sucks...but i know it made us stronger. i feel like we can get through anything now
you: yeah, i agree
rocky getting paranoid: omg why? are you thinking of living abroad?? y/n, do i need to start looking at dance studios out here??
you have to hold in your laughter bc he’s so cute: why? would you move out of the county for me if i wanted to??
rocky: i mean...if you’re thinking of leaving for good...then yeah.
he gets so shy and quiet and you’re just !! wow you love him !! he’s yours !!
you kiss him shortly and you smile: no, i’m not gonna live abroad. I miss being home and I miss seeing you all the time. I told you before, I’m thinking of leaving the troupe in two months and then gonna find a job back home for good.
he lets out a sigh of relief: you scared me a little
you just laugh: I only wanted to confirm something and hmm I was right
rocky: what did you wanna confirm??
you being a confident baddie: that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life
rocky feeling his heart implode: you mean it??
you scoffing: why would I be lying about this?
he just laughs and kisses you: I wanna be with you too...I’ve been thinking it since the last time you visited. How much I love you and how much I hated seeing you leave for who knows how long, but I didn’t wanna say anything bc you’re still living your life and I didn’t want a promise like this to influence you to come back if you didn’t want to yet.
two months later you’re back for good and move in with rocky
you end up becoming a choreographer at his dance studio too
you and rocky: the couple™
and you live happily ever after
somewhere down the line...
sanha: hey remember when you two hated each other?
eunwoo: remember when you injured y/n??
bin: remember when you freaked out to us about your first kiss together
myungjun: and you said i’LL sEe yOu iN cLaSs
jinjin: those were fun times, right hyukie?
rocky: i hate you all
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daveeddiggsit · 4 years ago
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No Return
Note: so this is not a new fic. i actually posted it back in 2017 (but deleted all my smut from this blog about a year afterwards haha we love being impulsive). but i’m over myself now, so i’m reposting! a lot of you have been asking about it, so... here you go. posted for all of y’all to enjoy again.
Word Count: 4.7k
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: smut. cursing.
Summary: Diggs loses a bet which results in him owing you a lap dance.
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Parties at Rafa’s place were always the best; the drinks were great, the music was amazing, the atmosphere was never dull, but the best part about them were the incredible people that made up each one; you were never bored. There was always something to do whether you were talking to people, dancing, playing drinking games, or just drinking in general. And that’s why whenever you were told that there was going to be a party at Rafael Casal’s apartment, you never turned it down...even if you ended up showing up late.
“Well, look at who finally decided to show up.” You heard a familiar voice say as you walked through the door to Rafa’s place. Daveed grinned widely at you before he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked deeper into the apartment. “My favorite!”
Daveed was one of your closest friends and if you were being honest, it would have been a lie if you said you didn’t want him to become something more than that. The two of you often flirted and were constantly together (these occurrences happened so often that there were many times people believed you were dating), but neither of you had made a real move. You knew how you felt toward him, and he was giving you signs that he felt the same way, but no true actions were made by either party. So that’s why it stayed the way it was between you two: just close friends who often flirted with each other.
“Aw, I’m your favorite?” You asked, raising your voice so he could hear you over the loud music that was pumping through Rafa’s speakers.
“Uh, yeah,” he stated as if it was obvious, “but don’t tell anyone else. It’s a secret between you and me.” He whispered in your ear as you entered the kitchen.
Yeah, he had definitely downed a few drinks before you got here.
“Diggs, I’m pretty sure everyone heard you when you shouted it.” You laughed as you plucked the cup half-full of alcohol from his grasp, draining it of its contents. He pouted at you once you handed him back an empty cup.
“Y/N, hey! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” Adrienne said from beside Rafa who was pouring out a few drinks.
“Hey!” You pulled away from Daveed’s grasp to give her a hug. She’d been away in Canada for the last few weeks shooting for a new project she was working on. “I’ve missed you! Why’d you have to leave me alone to deal with these boys for so long?”
Adrienne laughed while Rafael furrowed his eyebrows.
“Oh, so you didn’t miss me? I see how it is, Y/N, I see how it is.” He feigned hurt, before pushing a couple of newly filled cups towards you and Daveed.
You rolled your eyes at him. “We had lunch a few days ago, Cash, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen you.”
“But so much has changed since then.”
You chuckled before taking a sip. “Like what? Did you finally finish that song you’ve been working on?”
“No.” Rafael replied before he smiled at Adrienne beside him. “Unlike Diggs, I am no longer a single and lonely Bay Boy.”
Daveed’s eyebrows furrowed as he cocked his head. “Yo, who said I was lone—?”
“You guys are finally together? Oh my god, congrats!” You cut in with widened eyes.
They both grinned at each other before Rafa leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Aww,” you gushed, “you two are couple goals already.”
A few seconds passed before you felt Daveed’s arm drape around your shoulders again.
“You know, we could be couple goals too.” He said, looking down at you with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, pushing him away. “Ha, you wish, Diggs.”
You laughed it off because you knew he was too tipsy to be serious. He always flirted with you like this, but why did this time feel so different?
A few drinks later, you were beginning to feel the familiar light-hearted, buzzing feeling course throughout your body, giving you a boost of energy. You had drifted away from Daveed and Rafa to roam through the house and catch up with people you hadn’t seen since your Hamilton days. You were talking with Adrienne and Ari when you heard your name being called from behind you.
“Aye, Y/L/N!”
You turned your head to see Daveed standing next to a table a few feet away. 
“Diggs!” You responded in the same playful tone.
He grinned at you before waving you over. “Come play Flip Cup with me.”
“Really?” You quirked an eyebrow. “You lose every time you play against me, D.”
“I’m feeling confident today. I’ve been practicing.”
You tried not to laugh as you rose from your seat and approached him. “Practicing?”
“Bruh,” Rafa snickered at his friend from the other end of the table. “You played a few games before this and won two in a row. That ain’t practicing.”
You let a smug grin show up on your face as you glanced back up at your best friend. “Daveed, I am the queen of Flip Cup, okay? You can’t beat me. Nobody ever has, and nobody ever will. That’s a fact.”
“I’m pretty sure I can beat you today, Y/N.” He said bluntly. Wow, he was forward when he was drunk. “I have a good feeling about this.”
“Ha,” you huffed out a laugh, “wanna bet?"
“What do you propose, oh mighty Queen of Flip Cup?”
You thought for a second. What was something you knew would make him think twice about challenging you? Something that would make him step down from this newfound cockiness he embodied.
When the idea formed in your head, you sent him a sly grin. “Winner gets a lap dance from the loser.”
You distinctly remembered an earlier conversation with him where he stated that he couldn’t dance. You knew it was untrue due to the times you’d seen him dance at the club or during some of the numbers in Hamilton, but you also knew that the wager wasn’t something he’d necessarily jump on (despite the confidence boost the alcohol had supplied him).
Rafa led the mini crowd that had formed around you in a chorus of “ooo”s.
“Deal.”
You looked up at Daveed in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to agree to the terms so easily.
“Diggs, that means if you lose— sorry, when you lose, you have to give me a lap dance.”
“I know.” He said seriously.
“And you’re good with that?”
“If it happens, which it won’t because I’m gonna win, then yes.” He stated, his mouth forming into a confident smile. “I’m good with that.”
Fine, he wanted a challenge? You were going to give him one.
“Alright, then.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him. “Game on."
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Daveed lost. Badly.
So badly, in fact, that you actually felt bad for him. So you tweaked it so it was the best out of five games...and even then, he still lost.
Oh well, it’s not like you didn’t warn him.
When the third game ended and Daveed realized his defeat, he threw his head back and groaned.
“Aww, don’t be such a sore loser. You lost fair and square, Diggs. ” You teased with a smile, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him from behind. “I warned you. I told you I was the queen of Flip Cup, but you didn’t listen.”
“Those cups were rigged, Y/N.” He stated, turning around in your grasp so he could hug you back.
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Say whatever you want to make yourself feel better. Nothing’s gonna change the fact that you owe me a lap dance.”
He was quiet for a moment before he murmured something. “You know I can’t dance, right?”
“First of all, yes you can. And secondly, lap dances are different, Diggs.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Yes they are. And if you don’t think they’re different, you dance at parties all the fucking time. You should be able to handle an easy lap dance.”
He lifted his head back up from your shoulder to look down at you. “But Y/N...”
You let out a laugh before you patted his cheek lightly. “You dug yourself into this hole, loser. Guess you’re just gonna have to figure it out because you’re not getting out of this one.”
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The next day you woke up to someone knocking on your door. In sweats and an old t-shirt, you made your way over to unlock it, squinting your eyes to adjust to the bright light. The slight hangover you had wasn’t really helping you get out of your groggy state.
“Daveed?” You asked, realizing who your visitor was once your vision adjusted. “What are you doing here so early?”
He was dressed in a yellow Oaklandish tank top that showed off his toned arms/shoulders and dark blue jeans with a brown belt buckled just enough to let them sit loosely on his hips. You also noticed that he decided to rock his glasses today.
You snapped your eyes up to his and away from his figure that left you breathless. You totally had not just checked him out.
“If your definition of early is 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I think you may need to reevaluate some things and consider fixing that sleep schedule of yours.” He replied with his lips turning up into an amused grin.
“Shut up, I had a late night last night.” You mumbled, turning around to walk away, leaving the door open so he could let himself into your apartment. “And you did too. I’m surprised you’re not asleep right now.” You glanced back at him to see him shrug.
“I had to meet Bill and Jon at the studio at 10. I’ve been up since, like, 9:30.”
“Damn, Diggs, you’re gonna have to teach me your ways.”
“Caffeine.” He chuckled, putting on his signature grin. “It works miracles.”
You returned the smile, before sending him a curious look. “So, why are you here? Not that I mind or anything, it’s good to see you, but you haven’t been over in like a month and a half.”
“Exactly! It’s been awhile since we’ve hung out alone, so I thought it’d be dope if we chilled and watched movies or something.” He replied before he went to ramble on. “I mean— only if you want to. If you’re really tired, I can leave so you can get some more sl—”
“No, no, it’s fine! That sounds great.” You cut him off and placed a hand on one of his toned arms to reassure him. 
“You sure?”
“Yeah!” You responded. “Just let me take a quick shower and we can start in like 20ish minutes.”
“A 20 minute shower counts as a quick shower?” He questioned with a teasing look.
“Yes,” you said, “or would you rather it be 45ish minutes?”
“20ish minutes is good. Have fun with your quick shower. Though, I think it would be more fun if I joined.” A tiny but noticeable smirk made its way onto Daveed’s face.
You laughed when he sent you a playful wink, dropping your hand from his arm to walk towards your room. “You wish, Daveed Diggs.”
“You have no idea.” He mumbled under his breath (inaudible to your ears) before he let his eyes follow your retreating figure.
“Maybe you could set up the movie in the meantime? It’s your turn to choose. The remote’s on the coffee table and you know where the popcorn and shit is in the kitchen. I’ll be out soon. If you need anything, yell.” You said before closing the door to your room.
Daveed sent a thumbs up in your direction even though he knew you couldn’t see it before he made his way to your living room.
Little did you know, Daveed had something else planned.
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When you emerged from your shower, you quickly dried yourself and combed through your now damp hair. After that, you exited your room and entered your living room to see that it was completely dark. Confused, you surveyed the room to look for your best friend, but there was no sign of him at all.
Did he leave? If he did, he didn’t text you or anything to let you know.
���D?” You called out, walking further into the room.
With each step you took, the more you realized how this seemed like a scene from a horror film. You weren’t a fan of them, but a few months back Daveed and Rafael had pretty much forced you to have a scary movie marathon with them.
“Daveed Diggs, I swear to God. If you’re trying to scare me right now, I will—”
You squeaked when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist from behind. Daveed’s voice had come seemingly from out of nowhere. “You’ll what?”
“Kick your ass.” You glared at him, quickly turning around to push him away. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
He laughed, smiling brightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“No, you’re not.” You grumbled, moving to sit on your couch. Daveed followed you.
“You right. It was so worth it.” He grinned at you, causing you to roll your eyes at him. You tried to stay mad at him, but it was damn near impossible when he was looking at you like that.
“We’re not friends anymore.” You stated, crossing your arms.
“What, why?” He asked, his grin dropping into a pout.
“You were mean to me, Diggs! How dare you scare me in my own home!” You were laughing internally.
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry for real this time. What can I do to make it up to you?”
When he asked, you contemplated it for a few moments before you looked up at him with a smirk.
“What?” He asked.
“Well, you still owe me that lap dance…”
He groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back on the couch. “I thought you forgot about that.”
“Nope.” You said, your smirk forming into a smug grin. You had the upper hand now. “How could I forget you losing a bet against me, resulting in a lap dance from the great Daveed Diggs himself?”
After a couple of seconds, he sighed, opening his eyes and tilting his face towards you. “If I do this now, will I win back your friendship?”
“I’ll think about it.” You said, causing him to give you a deadpanned look. You laughed before you spoke again. “Yeah, I guess we could be friends again. But it has to be good.”
Daveed sighed again before he straightened himself up. “I don’t even know how to give a good lap dance, Y/N.”
“Improvise. C’mon, D, you’re great at improv. Treat it like you treat a freestyle. Just go with the flow.” You smiled widely at him.
“Fine.” He said, getting up from his spot next to you. “But I’m only pulling through with this because I like you.”
“Aww, you like me?” You asked teasingly to mask the actual feeling that was coursing through you. You continued to grin at him as he pulled out his phone to scroll through his music library. When he finally settled on a song by The Weeknd, he turned to you once he pressed play.
“Do I start now?”
“Yes,” you laughed. “C’mon, you know how a lap dance works. You’re not a novice when it comes to these things, stop fucking around.”
You could see him smile and rub his arm before he looked away for a second. When he started to slowly sway to the beat of the song, it was extremely hard for you to stifle your laugh. Your best friend was about to give you a lap dance and you could not take him seriously.
He continued to dance to the beat for a bit as he stared you down with a smirk. He was doing this shit on purpose. He was joking around until you couldn’t contain your laughter any longer.
“Diggs, I can’t take you seriously like this. I can—” You wheezed. “I just can’t.”
Your laughter and the slow, sexy beats of the music were the only audible things in your apartment until Daveed spoke again. 
“Are you ready for me, Y/N?” His smooth, low voice washed over you.
You let out yet another giggle. “Don’t make it sound so sexual.”
“It's supposed to sound sexual, Y/N, it’s a fucking lap dance.” He chuckled, now standing directly in front of you.
“Alright, show me what you got, Bay Boy.”
You continued to laugh at him as you watched him, but the moment he straddled your lap, you stopped. His arms were on each side of your head, using the couch to steady himself over you as his hips began to slowly grind against you. That’s when the atmosphere in the room completely changed.
Your eyes widened slightly when you saw him bite his bottom lip in concentration. When you envisioned Daveed giving you a lap dance the night prior, you didn’t think it would be like this...it was flustering you more than you thought it would. Before you knew it, you were struggling to control your movements. Your fists were clenching and unclenching as you so desperately tried to keep them anchored to your sides.
As if he had read your mind, Daveed murmured, “You can touch me, Y/N. Don’t be afraid.”
If you weren’t turned on before, you definitely were now. His gravelly voice paired with his hot breath right next to your ear caused you to shiver, making goosebumps appear across your entire body.
Then, you finally let your hands wander. They traveled up his chest to rest on his shoulders, then back down again to move under the hem of his tank top so you could feel his bare and strong torso. Sure it was a bold move, but the more and more Daveed grinded on you, the less and less you cared. When his tank top rode up to the point where you could see all of his abs, he paused to stand up and quickly get rid of the article of clothing before he came back to straddle you again. 
Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you looked up at your best friend. He looked undeniably attractive when he was on top of you shirtless and with his glasses on. Every feeling you had ever felt for him came crashing down on you at that moment and that’s when you just about lost your self-control. Part of your brain was screaming at you, saying that you were about to cross a line that you could never cross again...but at the same time, all of your cares had disappeared.
You used your newfound courage to cup Daveed’s face in both of your hands and pull him into a deep kiss. He gasped softly, surprised at the sudden contact, but quickly eased into it. 
You had just passed the point of no return.
You didn’t know what to expect when you decided to kiss him, but it was better than you could have imagined. When you pulled back, his mouth was slightly dropped in awe and one of the sides slowly twitched up into a soft smile. (It was kind of adorable.)
“Daveed, I like you.” You blurted, short of breath.
His face broke out into a full grin. “I like you too, Y/N.” 
“No,” you shook your head, moving your hands from his cheeks down to his shoulders. “I mean like— like like you.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “I mean, I figured given what just happened a few seconds ago. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
You shrugged, breaking eye contact with him. You subconsciously traced one of your thumbs across his collarbone. “I was afraid of rejection, I guess.”
“Are you serious?”
“What?” You asked, sounding offended.
Daveed caught your gaze again, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Y/N, I’ve had like the biggest fuckin’ crush on you since Ari introduced us.”
“Wait, really?”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “I’m actually really surprised you didn’t notice.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your crush earlier, Diggs?” You voiced, giving him a pointed look.
He gave you a shy smile when he moved off of you to sit beside you, still facing you. “Same reason as you.”
“You know what? I’m not even mad about not knowing sooner.” You said. “I’m glad we found out like this.”
“You’re just happy I gave you a lap dance with my amazing skills.” He teased with a laugh of his own.
You laughed again, and pushed at his chest so he could lay on his back and let you crawl on top of him to straddle his waist. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t think you had it in you, Diggs.”
His jaw dropped completely as he looked up at you. “But you said that I could do a lap dance when even I said I couldn’t!”
“That’s true, but to be fair, I never said you couldn’t do a lap dance. I just didn’t think you’d do as well as you did.”
Your response brought yet another smile to his face as you leaned closer to him. “I’mma take that as a compliment.” He said softly.
At this point, the song Daveed had chosen had ended a while ago and the lap dance was long over.
“Good.” You responded before you kissed him again.
This one was different from the first. It started off soft, but quickly turned passionate and heated. As your mouths moved against each other, Daveed’s hands moved from your hips up to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The only word you could use to describe this feeling was just complete bliss.
When you reached down to Daveed’s belt buckle, he shivered, causing you to smile against his lips.
Then he pulled away, panting. “Y/N…” he breathed. “Are you sure about this? You don’t have to— fuck.” He cursed as you pulled back completely to unbuckle his pants. “I don’t wanna push y—” 
“Daveed,” You said, before pausing quickly to put a hand on his scruff, tenderly moving your thumb to caress his cheek. “I’m absolutely sure about this. Now please, shut the hell up so I can blow you.”
You smirked when you saw his eyes widen and when you crawled off of him to go in between his legs, you heard a quiet, “Okay.”
Wasting no more time, you removed his jeans and boxers to free his erection. You could see Daveed’s chest begin to rise and fall quicker when you took his length into your hand and pressed a kiss to the tip of it.
“Oh, shiiit.” He drawled softly when your mouth wrapped around him, slowly sucking your way down as far as you could. As you began to bob your head up and down, Daveed’s breathing increased with each suck and occasional flick of your tongue.
Now, he was fully panting. He lifted his head up to look down at you, causing him to groan. After a minute or two, he brought a hand down to move some strands of hair out of your face.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he babbled, “I...I shouldn’t...oh God, I shouldn’t be this fucking close.”
You slowly pulled off of him and he brought you back up to kiss him again.
“You,” Daveed breathed against your lips, “are way too fucking good at that.”
You grinned.
“And,” he continued, “this clothing situation is a bit unbalanced, don’t you think?” 
His thumbs grazed the waistband of your sweatpants. When you nodded, you pulled them down along with your underwear. You moved off of him to take them off completely and remove your shirt and bra, leaving you just as bare as he was.
You climbed back on top of him, straddling his washboard abs, when he ushered you to move up. You obeyed, moving forward an inch or two, but Daveed shook his head and grabbed your thighs, moving you himself.
“Daveed, what are you doing?”
“Returning the favor.” He said simply, bringing you over to his face.
“Oh,” you breathed when you felt his tongue lightly touch your clit.
The man’s mouth worked miracles from between your thighs. Daveed kept you still above his skilled tongue, occasionally giving your ass a squeeze.
“D-Daveed,” you gasped, your mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as his tongue lightly circled your clit before he brought fully into his mouth to suck gently.
This was the best head you’d gotten...well ever, actually. He wanted you to feel the best you’d ever felt and he definitely achieved that.
Before you knew it, you were reaching your high, climaxing as you shouted Daveed’s name, not caring how loud it echoed throughout your apartment. When you crawled back down Daveed’s body, the two of you shared a sloppy kiss as you both breathed heavily.
Although you just came, you weren’t completely satisfied. You still wanted him... needed to feel him inside you.
You moved to position yourself above his cock, but he made you pause before you could do so.
“Y/N, stop,” Daveed panted. “Condom.”
“Don’t need it.” You replied quickly. “I’m on the pill.”
“Oh, fuck yes.” He replied, releasing you so you could resume what you were about to do.
You breathed out a laugh before you slowly sank down onto his length, making both you and him release a groan. 
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he gasped. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
Your fingers ghosted along his stubble-ridden jaw. “I think I have an idea.”
When you adjusted to his size, you began to bounce and he helped you, meeting each of your thrusts as he guided your hips onto him.
Your lips met Daveed’s yet again and you captured every moan that fell from his mouth, he did the same for you. As your pace quickened, so did each grunt, pant, and moan. You felt your pussy begin to clench again like it had when you came before.
“I’m gonna come,” Daveed said quickly against your mouth.
“Fuck.” You groaned. “Me too, D.”
“Come for me, sweetheart.” He breathed, bringing a hand up from your hip to cup your cheek. “You can do it.”
And you did.
Your walls clenched around him and you gasped, letting your orgasm wash over you in waves. Daveed came shortly after you, and continued to thrust, riding the both of you through your highs.
As you came down and pulled yourself off him, you collapsed, exhausted, halfway leaning on him and halfway laying on your couch. You moved a hand up to rest on his chest again, closing your eyes in bliss as you relaxed against him.
After a minute or two of silence, Daveed broke it.
“Wait, so...does this mean we’re friends again?” 
You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. He was still on that? Wow, what a dork. “After this? Everything that just happened?” You asked bewildered. “God, I hope not.”
“Fine,” he said letting his signature bright smile show up on his face, still breathing heavily. “More than friends?”
Your heart fluttered in your chest and you grinned widely back at him. You leaned up to softly kiss his jaw before you gave him your answer.
“Way more than just friends, D.”
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struwwelzeter · 4 years ago
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For a variety of reasons, I got into a bit of a rabbit hole about Richard's guitars, and my brain went "oh I know someone who will probably have opinions on this" so essentially, if you feel like it, pretty please talk RZK guitars to me? Favourite? Retired one that needs to come back? (Though I probably already know the answer, that fancy black one?)
Allrighty, buckle up because this is gonna be long. After much consideration I have decided to split it up in two parts because I don’t think I can make it fit into one post that is still vaguely tumblr appropriate, and I really wanted to do it some sort of justice. I still feel like I don’t. But oh well. Full disclaimer, I am NOT a guitarist, but I lived with a few, two of my best friends are pro players and I’m a sponge so I kind of soaked some bits and pieces up over the last 15 years. But in case any lost guitar hero finds this and disagrees with me over the finer points of tone wood: I know honey, I oversimplified, and I am wrong. I tried? 💜 for easier read I formatted everything specific to Richard’s guitars normally and anything general about electric guitars in cursive.
My main sources besides watching about a 100 a month of guitar tube videos (that is youtube for guitarists) with my ex, my main sources will be this interview and this.
Richard Z. Kruspe (of Rammstein and Emigrate)’s Guitars - In Order of Appearance, Part 1/2
Diamant (Les Paul Style)
“I traded the acoustic for a guitar called Diamant, which was like a Les Paul version in East Germany.” - RZK
Now I’m skipping the acoustic he started out with, because it’s basically impossible to know what that was, and go straight into the electric. Now presumably, it would have been something like this, a soviet build Les Paul rip off. The irony is that these still go for several thousands up on reverb today for being historical and collectors pieces. The thing is, that while anything east build might have used cheaper materials, I would assume this thing isn’t worse than any of the beginner/intermediate models sold today, if not better, and kids all over the world do decent stiff with those.
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Something general about electric guitars is that you don’t really so much play the guitar, you play an entire system. The instrument doesn’t make the sound, it only influences it. You play a guitar - but you even more so play the amp. Which makes this a bit tricky, because an e-guitar is a slab of wood and a copper coil, and amps are way more complex. You can make the exact same guitar sound so many ways. Still - there are tendencies. The fact how and why and to which degree the shape and wood of a solid body (a guitar without a hollow wood piece) influences the sound is highly debated and can get a bit esoteric sounding to sane people non-guitarists, but there are some differences in how the general set up and build of the guitar changes things, and tendencies how they are traditionally outfitted. Les Paul style guitars are normally humbucker guitars, Stratocasters and Telecasters normally are outfitted with single coils. Usually a guitarist can switch - between using the bridge, the neck, or both (or more) pick ups and depending on where the pick up is located they pick up different frequencies, different aspects of the sound. Humbuckers produce a richer, deeper or fuller sound than single coils. Very roughly speaking, think the Stones vs. Metallica.
Fender Stratocaster
“Then in East Germany, we had this imagination to get one of the great guitars, to me it was always the Fender Stratocaster because it was the Jimi Hendrix guitar. I didn’t know anything about pickups or humbuckers or whatever. So there was this guy that I met in a café in my old hometown and he was buying all these books because he could get all the books out through customs and he would store them in my apartment. So we became kind of acquainted. He would come over and pick up the books. So one time he came over and I asked him if he could get me a guitar and bring it over. In East Germany, if you exchange money from East to West it would be like 1 East mark and 20 West mark. SO everything I had, I changed it to West Mark and I gave him the money and I gave him the money and asked him to please buy me a Fender Stratocaster. I gave him the money and I didn’t hear anything for like three months, nothing. I wasn’t able to call because we didn’t have phones and stuff like that – it was a different time. So I thought fuck, I gave him 1400 west mark and now he’s gone and never coming back. [...] Then my imagination was so high, I thought the guitar would just play by itself and I wouldn’t really have to do anything, which I found out was bullshit. I was really happy that I had the guitar but it wasn’t really the sound that I had in mind.” - RZK
The first time I heard that story, I literally went “no, no, no, don’t be stupid, don’t give him your money, you won’t even like that guitar, stupid, lost dumbass.” I can not, for the life of me, imagine him play anything other than humbuckers. He apparently does use single coils for some things today again in the studio, but still, it’s so obviously wrong. He did play one again sometime during the late 90s, but I couldn’t find anything on the pick ups he used with that, but can hardly imagine he kept the original, unless he needed it for a specific sound maybe in one or two songs. I get it though. For many, many people the Fender Stratocaster is THE guitar. Jimi Hendrix is the main reason for that, but it’s also the countless idols that picked it up after him for the same reason, people who ended up plastered on the walls of angsty teenagers in their own right. This totally has to do with the whole amp thing aswell. You see your idol play that type of guitar ... but it’s not even half of the sound, and it won’t sound the same. Maybe probably they changed the pick ups, they have an effect rig, the spend hours fiddling with the knobs on an amp you can never afford. It’s never the same. Which is why ...
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Fender Telecaster Black Gold
Then I had a guitar that I was very fond of. It was an older black and gold telecaster – there weren’t very many of them made at that point. I put a Seymour Duncan Jeff Beck SH-4 in there, like a humbucker. I remember it was like my beauty guitar and I needed someone to put that pickup in and I was with Paul and he had more experience with that stuff than me so he would get out a hammer and a chisel and he start banging away on it and I was like ‘Fuck! Fuck! Don’t do that!’ but we put the thing in there and it was one of my favorite guitars” - RZK
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... this one first didn’t really make sense for me for him. It’s even more a classic single coil guitar than the Strat is, and it only really started making sense for me when I learned he Paul indeed put a Humbucker in there. It’s a stunningly beautiful guitar, and weirdly non-modern for him. I don’t know why and this is completely instinctual on my part, but I find it fitting he played it during that time after the wall came down, which seems to have been a rough time for him generally, it seems like a somehow super emotional guitar, this relic. Telecasters were some of the first electrics ever build, it’s such a pioneer, but it’s also one that alot of punk bands used, possibly because they were old and cheap in the 70s and noisy and people customized it and put other pick ups in. The whole putting a chisel to it and adding a humbucker into it is such a “I’m gonna make whatever I have fit for me, and I’ll love it” move. If you look at it, a double coil pick up is really something you have to force to go in there, you really have to break it open. There is also this:
“... and then I think I had to sell it because I needed drugs or something. I was really sad that I sold it because I was at a very low point in my life.” - RZK
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If I would get the chance to do one thing only for him to thank him for his music, I would go back in time to that Richard who is just sad about selling that guitar and hug him, and tell him he doesn’t need to worry, because they will name guitars after him in the future. It breaks my heart so fucking much. But of course, it’s what opens the doors to what happens next, which is ...
ESP 901
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“That led me to my very first convention in Frankfurt. With guitars, it is like with women, you have to fall in love. Sometimes you get a guitar and you fall in love later but there has to be some sort of connection with it. So I was walking around that convention and I saw that guitar hanging at the ESP stand. It was a 901 ESP Sunburst and I was looking at it because it was such a beauty. And I was walking around for hours – they probably thought I was some weird guy who wants to steal the guitar. I bought that guitar and that’s how I got connected with ESP.” -RZK
He might have fallen for it because it is pretty, but it did come with a ESP double humbucker set up, with an added condensator to muffle up the sound, although not yet an active one (more on that later). It was a 90s metal guitar, one of those things marketed to the Metallica generation, something loud and heavy and full. Also, and this is where I will put in another general insert, there is something else about the choice of electric guitars that we haven’t talked about yet.
Now, I’ve discussed that you can push or pull the sound of a electric quite far in one or the other direction with what pick ups you use, what effects, what amps. But what this ignores is that especially standing up a guitar is a really shitty asymmetrical piece of equipment. And what that does to your body is that it needs to fit you, your hands, and your playing style. Some people prefer it chunky, others like sender. Guitarists, especially the 80s shredders, like to talk about a “fast neck”, which is another one of those things that get slightly esoteric, but which usually means a slimmer neck and slightly bigger frets, that need less way for your fingers to press until the string gets stopped. Someone who plays very bendy blues might dislike that and prefer something to dig in their fingers more down to the fretboard to get more control over how they bend the string. There are different neck profiles, there are different neck lengths, and all of it contributes to how comfortable someone might find their guitar.
I am mentioning this, because until today, Richard’s guitars are build very similarly to that ESP 901. His Eclipse Model is a tad different (again, more on that later), but the one he uses the most, the RZK I, has the same neck scale, similar frets, and that comfortable ESP slender neck. Even the shape seems to be inspired by turning it upside down. He has said in interviews that he hasn’t got very strong hands, and it makes perfect sense to me. I bought my own electric (again, more on that later) purely because I wanted to own one and not even so much because I ever had any real ambitions of learning to play it, but my friends at the time (10 years ago now) forced me to try out alot (!) of models (despite me knowing what I wanted), and the only guitars that I tried that had slimmer necks were Ibanez guitars, which in turn were wider. Ironically Frankfurt is my hometown, so the place to try a lot of different models is That exact convention Richard went to, and I haven’t skipped a Musikmesse in the last 15 years. I was at atleast one were Richard was too (I just didn’t care at the time, yikes), and it somehow greatly pleases me he found “his” guitar at that particular convention. Things have changed in recent years, but electric guitars always were in Hall 4.01, with ESP being left of center in the middle, and I don’t know, I can just see him walking in circles around it, and it makes me so emotional for him because it’s what musicians do at that place. It’s really loud, everyone is playing, there is someone better noodling around at every corner, and it can be quite an intimidating setting I think. And every year you see that one kid coming back and back again to that same stand, staring at that one guitar until they finally work up the nerve and ask to try it (or the staff takes pity on them and offer). And it’s the same everytime, they think “oh god they must think I am crazy” but really, nobody does. Everyone in that hall who owns a heart knows what those dreams are made of, and all it maybe does inspire is a “oh god, I hope that one makes it”. I digress. I think it’s more common now to look for different neck styles and companies started caring about it, but especially coming from Fender and Gibson guitars, that neck is honestly just very, very nice for weaker hands.
This is where I will stop, because it makes a good moment for a break and this post is honestly getting too out of hand otherwise. There will be a part 2 - where Richard starts using active pick ups, starts playing my favorite guitar in the whole wide world (and stops playing it), and finally, set up his own signature.
This is him with that 901 though: when he must have had it pretty much brandnew, while he used it, and right before he sold it.
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just-a-fangirl13 · 4 years ago
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Quarantine + N95 + Landline + Telescope + Social Distance
A small MacRiley piece I came up with while on twitter but the idea was so pure I had to write it...hopefully I can do it justice. If you want to use it go right ahead!
FAIR WARNING: its a quite cheesy and I teared up a bit...Just had the inspiration to write this one today I guess...
Mac’s singing was just teased yesterday so I took inspiration for this piece from that. Hope you like it!
Spoiler for season 5 I guess?!
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Riley was cleaning up her room. Well technically it wasn’t hers. It was one of the rooms in Mac’s house. She had to keep reminding herself that this situation was not permanent. That she couldn't get too attached. The pandemic would eventually end and she would have to move out, but right now she was quarantining with Mac and Bozer. 
it was dangerous. Bozer knew her secret and she knew Boze. Riley knew he would never tell Mac, but that didnt mean he wouldn't try and set them up anyways.
She rolled her eyes and smiled thinking of Bozer’s previous attempts at leaving them alone in the past few months, always slinking off to bed early with the fake yawns while they were watching Star Wars or even when they were all camping in tents around Mac’s fire pit because they were just that bored. Riley had told him to cut it out but he just played innocent. As if she couldnt read her little brother.
She grabbed the Chinese take out boxes off her desk looked over at her much cleaner room. She still had her new rig’s parts splayed out all over the desk surrounded by a bunch of wires and 2 screens. It was her little quarantine project and she was making good progress building up a rig from scratch. 
Riley opened her room and door and was just about to close it and step out when she thought she heard a ukulele. Mac’s door was just slightly open and the sound of the string instrument was definitely coming from there.
She could tell Mac was strumming the strings and testing the notes, the woody sound of the ukulele reaching her ears as she stood outside her room which was close enough to his for her to hear now that her door was open.
But then he started singing, his voice floating through the air, through his room and out the door into the hallway, where Riley was now standing. She silently walked towards his door, being careful not make any sound so she could hear him play just for a few seconds.
Riley was completely taken aback. Mac could play the ukulele? She had never in her life thought Angus MacGyver could sing let alone play an instrument. She knew he loved his 80′s pop songs and had heard his occasional humming and impromptu jamming sessions while they were going anywhere in his truck but this was something else. Something she couldnt even describe.
His voice was soft and mellow as if he was just testing it and it felt personal. Riley felt like she was intruding but she couldnt make herself move. His voice had completely captivated her, holding her feet in place. 
Of course Mac could sing and play the ukulele. He could save the world with a Swiss army knife and some paperclips. He could risk his life for people he didnt even know. People who didnt even deserve it at times. He was so many things to Riley. Her best friend, a part of her small family and the boy she was in love with.
The thought hit her all of a sudden. The exact way it had after they had stopped the German bomb from going off. All of a sudden she was back there holding Mac’s hand. 
The thought that would change everything, hitting her like lightning. 
The thought she had never considered. Never let herself think about. She was in love with her best friend. 
That it had always been Mac. 
Her mind betrayed her and it flashed back to the moment they had hugged and held hands in the barely standing building in Germany and then to the time he had reached for her hand when the Reaper missile intended for Codex was about to kill them.
He had never brought it up again and so Riley hadn’t either. Though she knew exactly what it was. Mac had held her hand because he was scared. It didnt mean anything. She remembered his words, what he had told her and nobody else, that he was afraid of dying alone. 
That’s all it was in that moment. His fear.
Mac’s tone shifted to something less gentle but brighter and he was now singing lyrics she could almost make out and she smiled to herself. 
Was he singing about Dr. Fauci? Riley strained to hear and she realised it was probably something Mac had written himself.
The words rhymed and flowed like a stream, Mac’s voice the current driving the song. 
A huge grin spread across her face. Even during such a bleak situation, he had found something that had unintentionally brought a smile to her face. 
It hurt a little knowing that she would never truly be able to tell Mac how much he meant to her. How much he had changed her life when he had got her out of that prison. 
He had been a wreck the last 10 months because of Codex and she really wished she could have done more to somehow help him through it. To some how tell him things would get better. That his grief would lessen and his broken heart would heal.
That was why she had gone after him when he went rogue. She trusted him maybe even more than she trusted herself. She didnt hesitate even a second when she got a chance to ditch everything and save him. She would take that risk all over again.
Riley forced herself to walk away before Mac could find out she had been listening in.
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Bozer stood at the end of the hallway that led to Mac and Riley’s respective rooms, when he heard what he was sure was Mac singing. When he looked around the corner he saw Riley standing silently in the hallway lost in thought, listening to Mac play.
Bozer’s heart broke for both his best friends. 
They were so close yet so far apart. 
Riley had realised she had feelings for Mac. The last time he brought it up she was in denial. Bozer knew it hurt her every time he asked her how she was doing but he had to do it. He had to remind the one woman who had been there for Mac through thick and thin, that she had those feelings.
Bozer had to admit, even he had had his doubts when it came to Mac. Mac had been so broken and lost, that he wasn't sure if his best friend had finally shattered after his dad’s death. 
But not Riley, never Riley. She risked everything when she went after him.
Her life. Her career. Her family. Her freedom.
He knew Mac had felt something for Riley years ago but had backed away because of Bozer, because Bozer was too blind to see that his genius best friend had a crush on Riley Davis, the newest addition to their team.
He wished he could go back and tell his old self that he and Riley would be great friends, close even. 
But what Mac and Riley can have would be something for the history books. If only he had noticed those feelings in Mac sooner. He vowed to be more vigilant which is why he caught the looks between him and Desi.
Not like that had turned out well.
Eventhough Mac and Desi were still together-kinda- Bozer knew something had shifted between Mac and Riley. There was this undercurrent of something new, hiding just beneath the surface and it wasn't just from Riley.
Mac had faith in the universe so Bozer would too. 
He silently asked the universe to get these two together, because no two people had ever been made more perfect for each other than Mac and Riley. 
No other best friends he knew were this in sync with each other, had this much faith and trust in each other’s abilities and he knew that eventually no two people would ever love each other more than them
They just had to see it.
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Stray Kids AU: 9th member
Tori x Stray Kids
Felix comes to support Tori on the set of her music video.
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“Can you try to look really innocent for this shot?” The director prompted.
“Sure thing.” Tori lifted one hand to her face, pretending to bite on her fake nail as the director called action again.
Her song started playing, and she leaned her head down against the pillows of the bed, lip-synching along with the words to the song. She hugged the pillow to her chest, played with her hair, and reached over to kiss the little blue teddy bear on his nose. It had been very disconcerting at first to be filming on a set by herself, especially with a concept so different from anything she’d done before. Having the first set be an elaborate bedroom set, with her in a sparkly dress, made it seem more daunting. She kind of wished that she’d insisted on filming the dance sequences first, because at least that she knew she’d feel completely comfortable with.
But, an hour into filming the bedroom scenes, she was feeling a lot more in her element. The director, one who’d worked with Twice a number of times, was giving her very helpful directions, and she felt like she was actually doing a pretty good job.
“Okay, I think we have enough for this outfit.” The director decided. “Can we move to the next one?”
Tori stood from the bed, letting her stylist rush her into the next room to get changed. Her next outfit was a major change from the last one, consisting of a pair of plaid pajamas and pigtail braids. The outfits and concept might seem all over the place, but it was the duality of it that Tori had originally envisioned.
She just really hoped that people would like it.
“Are we ready to go?” Tori asked, as soon as the makeup artist finished with her lip gloss.
“They’re still moving the cameras. You have a few minutes.” The woman laughed. “Just sit down and relax for a bit.”
Tori wasn’t normally one to struggle with relaxing, but today she was just anxious to work. It was insane, watching the crew move the camera rigs and reset everything, and they were doing it just for her. She felt a little guilty whenever she wasn’t on camera.
“Oh my god, are you Park Tori, famous solo artist?” A familiar voice reached her ears.
She didn’t turn in her chair. “Oh my god, is that Lee Felix, against whom I currently have a restraining order?”
“Come on, don’t be like that.” He walked around the chair, looking over her outfit. “I thought you started filming a couple hours ago.”
“I did.” She reached for the plastic bag in his hand. “What’d you get?”
“A bunch of stuff, take whatever you want.” He sat down in the chair next to her. “I’m not sure if anyone has told you Tor, but you’re wearing pajamas.”
“Mmm Hmm.” Tori pulled a banana milk out of the bag, stabbing it with the straw. “Is there a point you’re trying to make?”
“Not really.” He pulled out a sausage from the bag, undoing the wrapping. “Just that I thought JYP would give you a bigger budget than just a pair of pajamas that I’m pretty sure you already owned.”
“I didn’t already own these.” She shook her head. “They’re all on loan from some designer. These are like two hundred dollar pajamas. And the dress I was wearing earlier was more expensive than anything I’ve ever worn.”
“We get it, you’re a rich fancy lady now.” He teased. “Either way, I think the pajamas are cute.”
“Thanks.” She wrinkled her nose. “Are you the only one who came?”
“Disappointed?”
“A bit.” Tori shrugged. “But they were probably all busy.”
“For the record, I was busy too.” Felix took a bite. “But they’re all coming tomorrow. And I think Chan and Jisung are trying to organize some sort of pizza party for you.”
“Really?” Tori’s eyes widened. “I was kidding. I really didn’t think any of you guys would want to come.”
“What are you talking about?” Felix tilted his head. “You’re filming your debut music video, of course we’re going to come.”
“I don’t know.” Tori sighed. “I just still think that this entire thing is a bit weird. What with us working on our comeback and everything that happened with Chan…” She trailed off for a moment. “I just thought that you guys might not want to get involved.”
“Tor,” Felix kicked her leg. “Chan is happy for you. Is it awkward as hell, obviously, but you guys are better than that. He’s supportive, and I think he’s proud of you. I know for a fact the rest of us are.”
“You are?” Tori said in a small voice.
“Of course.” Felix grinned. “Except for Jisung, but he’s still holding a grudge over that Zoey thing.”
Tori snorted. “Of course he is.”
“He’ll get over it someday.” Felix smiled. “But seriously, I need to know that you’re okay. Because this is an awesome chance for you, and we’re with you one hundred percent. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Tori gave him a tiny smile. “I guess you’re right. I just….I don’t want to ever do something that would drive us apart.”
“Of all the things you could do, this isn’t one of them.” Felix promised. “I really mean it. We’re all psyched about this.”
Tori grinned. “Then I guess I should probably get ready to go back on set.”
“Oh, yes.” Felix reached for the snack bag. “I brought enough to last me all day.”
“You’re staying all day?”
“I’m the support crew.” He grinned. “And I want to see all of your expensive clothes and cringey acting.”
“How do you know my acting is cringey?” She demanded.
“Because you’re you.” He smirked. “Come on, I want to see the set.”
“Urgh, fine.” Tori stood, before remembering something. “But first….”
She dug through her bag, pulling out her airpods.
“What are those for?” Felix asked, confused, as she handed them to him.
“You’re blasting music when I film.” Tori explained. “I can’t have you hearing the song before everyone else.”
“Are you kidding me?” He protested. “That’s the whole reason I’m here.”
“I thought it was to support me?”
“Support you, my ass. I want spoilers!” He pouted. “I’m just going to take my snacks and go.”
“So you don’t want to see the set?”
He opened his mouth, clearly searching for the words, before giving in. “Fine. But I’m not going to be happy about it.”
Tori smiled. “Come on, airpods in.”
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gummygowon · 5 years ago
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dreamers | jung wooyoung
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word count: 4.8k
genre: angst, fluff
best friends to lovers!
warnings: sad lmao
third person pov
it was a quiet friday night which was weird for a group of highschoolers. nothing was really going on, in terms of parties and high school games which was rare but it finally felt nice to not feel hungover for a whole weekend.
y/n and wooyoung were chilling on her bed after their friends had left her house. wooyoung lived a couple doors down from y/n's house and didn't feel like leaving just yet.
ever since y/n moved into the neighborhood in third grade, the two had become inseparable. the duo would tell each other everything from stupid crushes to ranting about how their favorite arcade game was rigged. and tonight was another one of those nights were the two could talk until the sun rose.
tonight's topic was about their futures and what they wanted to do since they were now seniors and adulthood was coming closer everyday.
"woo?" y/n asked, fiddling with one of her plushies.
"yes, y/n." wooyoung perked up his head from his phone.
"what are your plans after college?"
wooyoung paused for a moment, forming his answer carefully. "i don't think i'm going to college after high school."
"huh? what are you going to do then?" y/n asked, surprised her best friend wasn't going to some sort of culinary school since he would not stop cooking.
"i know it's kind of dumb but i wanna be an idol." wooyung confessed sheepishly.
"it's not dumb, woo." you argued back. "i mean you are one of hell of a dancer and you can sing. just send it."
his cheeks flushed a little bit at her comments. "are you sure? what if-"
"jung wooyoung. look at me." y/n said as she grabbed his wrists.
the boy looked up at her with doubt and worry washed over his face.
"you got amazing vocals that i'm pretty sure angels are jealous of you and you can literally beat anyone in a dance battle. including me, which is saying a lot." y/n joked as she flipped her hair.
it was true though. y/n was a killer dance and when her and wooyoung danced together, circles would form around them at parties.
"if you want to become an idol. become an idol. i want to brag to everyone that i'm bestfriends with the jung wooyoung."
wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and pulled his hands to hips. "wow, you really just want me for the clout huh?"
"no!" y/n answered and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "but seriously, i'll support you no matter what. hell i'll watch one of your practices if they even allow that."
"i don't think they would allow that y/n."
"whatever, just send me videos of you dancing at least." y/n huffed and crossed her arms.
"of course. i promise to send you weekly videos."
"good, i'll be waiting for those." she smiled at him.
"y/n, what are you going to do afterwards?" wooyoung asked, leaning back on his hands.
"i want to join the navy." her eyes glowed as she talked. "i want to help protect our country and working overseas seems so much fun."
wooyoung watched in amusement as his best friend begin to drabble on about her plans after high school. "how are am i supposed to send you my weekly dance videos then?"
"through a flash drive duh. unless they allow sailors access to computers but i doubt it. just write to me and send a flash drive over."
"you really want me to spend money on flash drives?" wooyoung sarcastically asked.
"yes if you're gonna become an idol, i am going to have to pay for a ticket to your concert aren't I?"
"i mean, i guess. but i can probably get you free ones."
"nah, there's no fun in that." y/n said as she waved her hand, shooing away that idea. "i want to fight over people for barricade tickets."
wooyung laughed at her dumb dream. "okay, do whatever you want y/n."
*
two months later, y/n was helping out wooyung practice for his audition for bighit. the poor kid could not stop stressing out about his audition that was in a few days.
wooyoung had been non stop preparing ever since he found out the audition date. after school, he did his homework right away and then went straight to practicing his vocals and dancing.  
on the weekends and when y/n had light homework loads during the week she would help out as much as she can.
today, wooyoung had probably been dancing for almost two hours in his backyard. he was constantly tweaking and perfecting dances that y/n was sure that his hair was going to turn gray before the audition even came.
"woo." y/n walked over to the speaker and paused the song. "you need to take a break dude. you've been at it for two hours now."
wooyoung inhaled deeply, he was trying his best not to snap at her for just trying to help him out. "give me five more minutes please. i know i can get it down. i just need a little more time."
"wooyung, give your body a break. it wouldn't hurt to take a five minute break." y/n said, her voice a little more sterner.
"y/n just please!" wooyung shouted, instantly regretting raising his voice at her. "just please give me a little longer and i promise, i'll stop."
"fine. i'll be inside." y/n sighed.
she couldn't get mad at him even though it was so tempting to just snap back at him and whack him in the face. but she understood the pressure and stress he was feeling at the moment.
instead, she took out her anger on the watermelon in front of her. cutting the watery fruit, a little more harshly than normal.
after she was done, wooyung had walked back into the house, dripping in sweat.
"finally, you're done. you know, you have to take more care of yourself once you start training." she scolded at him.
"that's if, i get in." wooyoung corrected her, wiping away his sweat with a towel.
"keep thinking negatively and i'll stab you." y/n threatened, half jokingly and half not. it certainly didn't help that her tone came out more serious since she was annoyed at him.
"alright, alright. i'll stop." wooyung put his hands in the air as soon as he saw y/n point the sharp knife at him.
"good. now eat and then we can work on your vocals." y/n pushed a plate full of watermelon and strawberries towards him.
"thank you." wooyung said as he reached for a strawberry.
"for what?" she asked as she washed her hands before snagging a slice of watermelon.
"for helping me with everything." wooyung looked at his best friend wondering how he would survive without her.
y/n looked up and met his gaze and she couldn't help but blush. "it's alright. i wanna see you perform when i get back from the navy."
"speaking of the navy, did you apply yet?" he asked in between chews.
"uhh, not yet. i've been busy." the h/c girl answered sheepishly as she picked up another piece of fruit to distract herself.
wooyung groaned, "it's because you're helping me isn't it?"
he felt even more worse since he snapped at her.
"no, no. it's not that. my parents are trying to talk to me out of it."
the boy looked skeptically at her. "are you sure? i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."
y/n scoffed at him. "are you dumb? you're going to be with me throughout this whole process, whether you like it or not."
wooyung smiled at her brightly. "yes, i will and i will be buying flash drives just for you. so you can watch my dance videos."
"that's right baby. catch me in the front row of all your concerts." y/n dramatically declared.
"with the tickets you'll refuse from me."
"just let me fight your future fans over them please."
"fine, it'll make up for the cost of the flash drives."
"fair enough." she laughed.
*
two weeks later, y/n's letter from the navy arrived in her mailbox after dinner.
once she had saw the mail truck come by she immediately ran to the mailbox with her slippers barely on her feet.
her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the keys and struggled to open it. y/n skimmed over the pile of letters in her arms until she found the one thing she was looking for. she shoved the rest of the letters back inside the mailbox so she could retrieve them later.
with trembling fingers and her heart beating so fast, y/n ripped the envelope opened. she could feel herself start to shake once she read the big fat congratulations on the paper.
y/n screamed out of pure happiness and rushed to wooyoung's house, completely forgetting about the rest of the letters in her family's mailbox.
she knocked on the door so harshly, anyone would of thought that she was the FBI about to barge into their home.
"wooyoung!" y/n exclaimed.
"y/n, what is it?" he asked, confused at her super excited state and then it hit him, "is it the navy?"
she hummed in response, "i got in, i'm leaving on saturday!"
"oh my god, y/n." wooyoung congratulated her before enveloping her in a warm hug. "i'm so happy for you."
"thank you, woo." y/n pulled back, her smile never leaving her face. "how about you did you get in?"
"about that..." he trailed off looking to the side.
y/n's face fell and before she could even say anything, wooyoung interrupted.
"just kidding. i got in." wooyoung's face returned back to his happy self, a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"you fucker." y/n cursed as she slapped him on the arm. "i was going to cry for you. "
"owwww." he whimpered, rubbing his arm.
the girl pulled him into a hug which wooyoung slowly returned.
"look woo, we're achieving our dreams together." y/n smiled into his chest.
wooyoung hugged her even tighter. "i love you."
the two never had outwardly said that phrase, even in a friendly way. which is why it caught y/n off guard by a mile.
it was a definite no brainer that she loved him. at first it was in a best friend way but over time and the many idol practices, y/n always left his house wondering about her feelings for him. it was so cliche of her to fall for her childhood best friend but she couldn't help it.
wooyoung was there for her for everything, ever since she moved here. and of course, y/n was always there for him. feelings were bound to be caught, one way or the other. it was just matter of who would fall first.
"i mean uh," wooyoung pulled away quickly, his cheeks flushed a bright red.
y/n's adrenaline was skyrocketing, "fuck it."
she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
wooyoung froze against her lips before kissing back. he didn't really know what was happening but he loved every second of it.
when the two of them pulled back for air, y/n was grinning. "i love you too, woo."
the trainee couldn't help but smile even brighter. but y'n's face fell at the thought of the future. she was leaving for the navy in a couple of days and wouldn't return for months. and wooyoung was starting his training soon. it was an absolutely, terrible idea to start a relationship considering the timing, but she would do it all for him.
he noticed her expression and reached for her cheek, caressing it. "i'll wait for you, y/n."
"really? i won't back for almost two years. i don't want you to-"
"y/n, i would wait an eternity if it i meant i could be with you." he reassured, staring deep into her eyes.
whatever worries y/n had were disappearing. it felt comforting to hear the one person who she loved and cared about, would be waiting for her when she came back.
wooyoung pulled her in for another comforting hug, "i will always love you, no matter how far away you are."
a tear slipped down y/n's cheek as she hugged him even tighter. falling in love with your best friend had never felt so bittersweet.
*
since then, wooyoung and y/n spent as much time as they could together before she left for the navy.
but now, the day they both dreaded had arrived.
y/n's suitcase was packed into her family's car as she said her goodbyes to her siblings and grandparents.
"you look so beautiful." y/n's grandpa cried, as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek.
the sailor was wearing her uniform with her long hair was slicked back into a bun.
"thank you, grandpa." y/n smiled as she pulled away to say goodbye to her other friends.
and of course, wooyoung's family was there. she saved her goodbyes for them last.
y/n went down the line of his family, hugging them and saying thank you for coming to see her go off.
when she reached wooyoung, the breath in her throat hitched as tears threatened to spill out. y/n promised to herself that she wouldn't cry before she left but for wooyoung and her parents, they were the exception.
wooyoung hugged her so tightly which y/n didn't mind at all. if she could, she would spend the rest of her life in his arms.
"i love you, woo." she mumbled into his chest.
"i love you too, y/n. good luck out there."
y/n pulled away reluctantly, "you too. i will be waiting for your first concert."
wooyoung smiled at her sadly and tugged at her wrist. y/n looked back at him with a confused expression before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. he didn't really care that his parents were there at the moment, he just needed to remember what her lips felt like before he forgot.
"i'll always be there with you." wooyoung whispered, as he pressed something into her hand.
y/n looked down at her hand to see a red rose hanging on a gold chain, "thank you, woo."
he nodded his head as he let you go.
he watched with teary eyes as you drove away but something in him sparked. another drive for him to work hard and achieve his dream.
*
dear wooyoung,
i miss you so much, it's beginning to drive me insane. but, i want to let you know that everything here is going smoothly despite these rocky ass waves. i've adjusted to almost everything around here except for waking up incredibly early. i've made new friends and have become really close with my roomate which is a relief because i don't know if i could deal with a shitty ass roomate. anyways, how's life back at home and how's training at bighit? have you seen taehyung yet? haha. i'm kidding. or not. but besides the point, tell me how life as a trainee. oh and before i forget, i figured out a way to watch your dance practice videos so please send them. i'll pay you back through buying barricade tickets alright? also, tell your parents i say hi please!
with much love,
y/n :)
p.s. i love you
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dear y/n,
i miss you a lot too. even my parents do haha and they say hello back and hope you're doing well. i'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the navy life but i'm surprised that you're able to wake up so early haha. but don't worry, everything back home is great, just a little chaotic sometimes. trainee life is definitely tiring and hard but it's probably not much compared to what you have to do. i don't wanna know about the million, spirit-breaking things you do but if it makes you happy, i did see taehyung. even though it was for like two seconds because we were just passing in the halls. i hope one day i can see them practice live. maybe i'll see jimin. but anyways, i've made some friends too. we're gonna audition for a survival show called mixnine together. i'm really excited. i think you would like them. they're really funny but not as funny as me though. ok, i got to go now before my mom yells at me for staying up so late. so, i'll see you in my dreams. goodbye!
love,
wooyoung ;0
p.s. enjoy the dance cover i did with yeosang (someone who i met at bighit)
p.s.s. i hope the flash drive gets to you safely, i don't trust the postal services
*
two years later...
dear woo,
i have managed to secure tickets to your first concert in seoul thorough my parents. and yes, my parents had to do some fighting with some of your fans to help me secure a barricade ticket. i am utterly disappointed that i didn't get to do the fighting myself but i guess i'll just have to wait for your next tour. :( but on a more positive note i'm coming home soon! i'm so excited. the first thing we are doing though is getting some good dessert. i'm tired of eating the wack ass "desserts" here. oh! maybe we can go to a garden or something i don't know but i'm tired of looking at the water. some nice, pretty flowers will be much better to look at. speaking of flowers, i still have your rose necklace that you gave me. i wear it all the time except for when we do swimming exercises. i don't trust myself enough to bring it in the water. anyways before i have to go, i want to say how proud i am of you for coming so far in the idol industry. it seems like forever ago that i was helping you out for audition for bighit. i get to brag to people now that i'm dating a kpop idol hehe. say hi to the boys for me! and please send another video of you guys dancing so, me and my roomie can copy it. when i come home we can perform your songs together. oh my god that would be so much fun. ok, ok i really gotta go now but i love you and please take care of yourself! (or ask san too, either one works)
with much love,
y/n!
p.s. i'll be sitting a little bit to the right of the stage.
*
dear y/n,
i'm sad to hear that you couldn't fight my fans for barricade tickets but i am thankful that you are coming to our first show. i'll be on the lookout for you in the audience. and afterwards, find my parents and they'll take you backstage so i can see you again. did i tell you that our lightsticks came in and they're actually so cool. i'll see if i can snag you one and don't even think about having to pay back okay?  you can pay me back by spending as much time as you can with me when you're back home. anyways, i wanna thank you for supporting me ever since i brought up the idea of becoming an idol. you were probably the only person who didn't laugh straight in my face for thinking such childish things but look at where we are now. i get to perform my first show with you in the barricade. and look at you, i got a badass girlfriend in the navy who can probably kick anyone's ass. and she can dance like??? i think win when it comes to having the coolest girlfriend ever. and you bet the first thing we're gonna do together is dance. i'm debating about teaching you the pirate king choreo or the say my name one. i don't know you can pick. also, yeosang, san, hongjoong, seonghwa, mingi, and jongho all say hello back and are very excited to finally meet you. i gotta go now, i have to wake up early for some costume fittings but i'll send some pics over too. i love you!
love,
wooyoung :)
*
it was the day of ateez's first concert and wooyoung didn't even know if y/n was back from the navy yet because they could never really say when they're coming home for obvious reasons. but wooyoung couldn't help but pace around the dressing room.
it was definitely not the perfect timing since he was currently freaking out about twenty million things all at once. it was their first ever concert and everything could terribly wrong in wooyoung's mind. like what if y/n thinks that he performed terribly tonight or even worse what if she leaves in the middle of the concert because they were so bad. but he didn't even know if she was back in south korea since she hadn't called him or anything. not even her parents had called him. maybe they wanted to surprise him? no. that's dumb she already bought tickets so-
"wooyoung." his leader called out to him. ever since they had arrived at the venue, wooyoung had been non stop spacing out and mumbling things to himself. everyone in the group was of course nervous, but none of them were this anxious.
"huh?" the young idol snapped his head to hongjoong. "i mean yes."
"are you seriously okay? you haven't been able to stop mumbling to yourself since we got out of the car." he asked full of concern.
"yes, it's just that y/n is supposed to come and-" wooyoung rambled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
hongjoong put his hands on both of his shoulders, "woo, i am going to need you to calm down first. y/n is probably back home safe and is probably getting ready right now with her friends to come see us."
wooyoung slowly nodded to himself to convince himself that everything was okay.
"take a deep breath, ok?" hongjoong instructed, breathing along with him. "relax, she's going to come and she's gonna see how much you've improved since the last time she saw you."
his leader was right. wooyoung had improved in so many ways, from his singing to his confidence in performing. he should be excited to show off how much he improved to her.
"you're right." the young idol nodded his head. his worries about y/n were slowly being lifted away.
hongjoong smiled at him before patting his back.
*
during the concert everything was going smoothly. there was no costume slip ups or them forgetting their lines it was going great. but wooyoung couldn't find y/n amongst the many faces in the crowd. it was worrying him but he decided to not let any negative thoughts cloud his mind mid performance.
until, they were about to perform their last song and his parents ran to their dressing room. tears were streaming down his mother's face.
"what's going on? are you okay mom?" wooyoung asked immediately, he wrapped his mom in a hug.
"it's y/n." his dad started in soft voice.
"what? what happened? is she okay?" he asked, his head snapping to his dad. it was a miracle how he didn't break his neck.
"honey, she couldn't make it. there was an accident and something happened to the ship." his mom cried.
"what do you mean she didn't make it?" wooyoung couldn't believe a word they were saying. there was no way in hell she died. she was too young. wooyoung didn't even get a chance to say i love you again in person.
"her ship went down and there was only a few survivors and-"
"no. you're lying." the shocked idol shouted as he backed away from his parents only to be caught in san's chest.
"sweetheart, they couldn't find her." his mom revealed as she wiped a tear away from her face. "she was supposed to arrive yesterday."
wooyoung didn't say anything but fall to the floor. every ounce of happiness he had was gone. he couldn't believe it. there was no way.
"you guys are going back up now." their manager shouted to them.
"we wanted to tell you later but-"
"that's enough, honey." his dad shushed. he didn't want to make things worse than they already were.
"woo, come on." san said as he helped him up.
he didn't say anything but followed his members out of the dressing room.
wooyoung didn't know how he was supposed to continue singing when he just found out that love of his life died.
"sing for her, alright?" san comforted right before they walked back on stage.
they were performing star 1117. the last song of the night. which was good for wooyoung cause he just wanted this night to be over already.
once mingi started singing, wooyoung lost it. as well as his fellow members but they weren't crying for the same reasons he was.
they were crying because after all the neverending practices and the amount of frustrating times sitting in the sound booth trying to get the perfect sound was all worth it. they were finally doing what they love in front of people who genuinely enjoyed their music and were excited for what's to come from them.
he should be crying for the same reasons they were or maybe he was a little bit. he couldn't tell what he was feeling anymore. he just felt empty.
san watched his friend break down and went over to him for support. he was never much of crier but this performance was close to breaking his wall.
in the eyes of a fan, it looked like san was merely comforting a crying wooyoung. but what they didn't know was why he was crying.
finally the song had ended and almost everyone was crying or at least on the verge of tears. the boys stood in line at the very front of the stage with bittersweet looks as they bowed down to the crowd.
they all waved goodbye with smiling faces and wet eyes.
someone had tossed roses onto the stage which wooyoung of course picked up before heading backstage.
he couldn't even make it to their dressing room before crying again. san had wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced as he guided them back to the safety of their dressing room.
wooyoung had sunk into of the couches there and just let everything out. this wasn't how he was supposed to be feeling. he was supposed to be happy and thankful that their first concert was a huge success. he should be happily celebrating with his friends and with y/n but not anymore.
all the members had took turns in comforting him. they never got the chance to meet y/n but they did see lots of photos of her and heard many stories from wooyoung. she sounded like an amazing person to be around and they were heartbroken that they would never get to meet her.
*
all the fans had left the venue by now and wooyoung was sitting on the edge of the stage. his feet was dangling off the edge while he twirled the rose in his hands. he was done crying for now and spoke softly to himself.
"i wish you were here y/n. the concert was a huge success. i'm really thankful that you helped me practiced for my bighit audition. i think i owe you a lot for that. i don't know if i would've stuck with my dream if it wasn't for you." he mumbled. "i miss you like crazy, it's not even funny. but i know you're watching me from up there and you're probably telling me to stop crying" wooyoung chuckled to himself. "but i don't think i'll stop for awhile. i love you, y/n and i'll never stop loving you."
"wooyoung." yeosang called for him. "we're leaving now."
the heartbroken idol smiled softly at his friend before getting up. he kissed the rose and he could've sworn he felt y/n's soft lips on it. maybe he was just dreaming or maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to him. wooyoung crouched down and left the rose a little to the right of the stage.
"for you, my little dreamer."
*
ever since that night, wooyoung had left a little rose sticker on the right side of the stage at every single venue he performed at.
it was his way of remembering y/n. it was so that she could be with him at every concert or award show.
wooyoung was even gifted a similar rose necklace from his group. he couldn't stop crying that night and thanked them repeatedly.
every night before he went to bed he would touch the rose and whisper "i love you, y/n."
sometimes he would dream about her and wake up crying. thankful, he got to see her again in his dreams. because that's what they were.
dreamers.
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zrtranscripts · 4 years ago
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Home Front, Mission 17: Drone On
Take to the Skies
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[mechanical work sounds in the background]
JANINE DE LUCA: Ah, is it that time already? No, Mr. Yao, I can do it. I have equipment here. No, you do not need to come down and help. Please continue calibrating the comms. Attention, listeners, Janine De Luca here. I've just been informed by Mr. Yao that it is time for today's workout session. Please take a moment to gather two or more tin cans, two bags, and if possible, a chair for exercises you'll be doing later on. Ensure the bags have strong handles. Once you're ready, commence warming up, perhaps by jogging on the spot.
Unfortunately, I'm rather busy attending to a task in Abel's workshop at present. Under the workshop, to be precise. I'm in a crawl space, stripping out old copper wiring for use elsewhere. Still, I have a portable mic, so we can conduct our workout as planned. In fact, being in a confined space has brought to mind exercises for those locked down with limited room, such as Runner Thirty-One, who is unfortunately trapped within a cottage pantry.
So on to today's first exercise: seated leg raises. For this, you'll need one sturdy chair and just enough space to stretch your legs. I believe Thirty-One has that much room in his pantry, along with several thousand legumes. If you don't have room, continue jogging. Otherwise, sit upright in your chair with your back straight and your hands on the chair on either side of you. Plant your left foot on the floor, then straighten your right leg so it extends in front of you with your hip flexed and your knee straight. Hold the leg there for a few seconds, then lower it.
We will raise and lower your right leg thusly for 30 seconds, then your left for 30 more. And start. That's it, keep going. 15 seconds down. You're doing well, everyone. Please ignore my working in the background. Very good. 30 seconds, listeners. Switch to your left leg. That's it, 15 seconds left, listeners. We are both nearly done. The wiring down here is from defunct pre-apocalypse electrics. There is little left to salvage. And exercise complete, as is my collection operation.
I shall trigger a music break while I emerge from the crawl space. You could continue exercising or relax, listeners. I admit I've let Mr. Yao pick out today's songs, so I imagine something cheerful should be about to play.
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JANINE DE LUCA: Welcome back, everyone. I'm afraid I am far from done with the day's labors, so you will have to bear with me while I conduct essential work. Abel's machine shop has been rather cluttered for the last few months. Just before the superhorde, we recovered a crashed military drone from nearby countryside, an extremely advanced attack model. Mr. Yao claims it resembles a predatory bird, though I know few birds of car size. At first I was worried the drone was damaged beyond repair, but I have had ample incentive to work on it of late. Now while I rewire some circuits on the drone's underside, you've a round of torso twists to do.
Use the tin cans and bags you obtained earlier. Place one tin in each bag. Feel free to use more tins for a greater challenge. This ought to be a fine use for all those cans of condensed milk in your pantry, Runner Thirty-One. Of course, you wouldn't have been trapped by the horde if you hadn't disobeyed orders to go back for those cans. Now sit holding the weights very close to your chest. Twist from the waist to your left hand side, then twist back to the center, and then twist to the opposite side. Keep alternating twists like this for one minute. And begin.
Very good, 15 seconds complete. For camaraderie purposes, you may wish to know I am removing fused components from the drone. They are of a similar heft to your weights. That's it, 30 seconds elapsed. Patience is the key, listeners, in exercise and engineering. No matter how many panels need to be pried loose, one must persist. 15 seconds left, nearly done. And exercise complete.
It has been weeks of work, listeners, but I am close to restoring this drone, I know it. Air support in this day and age... it could bring us a major victory against the superhorde. Dr. Myers is concerned that I've been going without sleep for the project. For more than a few days, in honesty, but completion is so near. I need only... [components zap] Ah, damn! I need only bypass the power systems. The main battery still holds charge, but its connections are ruined. This wiring is delicate. I must concentrate. More music will follow. Rest or continue pushing yourselves and when I return, with any luck, some progress will have been made.
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JANINE DE LUCA: Hello, listeners. You have just missed Mr. Yao, who has been down here on the pretext of delivering unsolicited cocoa. The truth is, weathering the superhorde, trying to plan a counterattack... the pressure has been intense. Bouts of flu and dysentery have other settlements low on medical supplies, beseeching us for aid. Tinkering in here is the closest thing to relaxation I've been able to manage. Hopefully you have found our exercises similarly restorative.
Today's next task: incline press-ups. If you're confined near stairs, find them. Adopt a press-up position with your hands shoulder-width apart on the second or third step of your stairs and your back straight. Bend your arms to lower your body until your chest is close to the floor, hold there for a count of two, then return to your starting position.
For those of you without stairs, like Thirty-One or Runners Nineteen and Twenty-Two who are trapped in the ale house toilet after a failed romantic escape, try wall press-ups. Stand before a wall with your legs together and your arms straight out with your palms on the wall at shoulder height, shoulder-width apart. Keep your back straight and bend your elbows to bring your nose close to the wall. Hold for two seconds, then return to your starting position.
There will be one minute of press-ups. Begin. 15 seconds down. I believe I am close to finishing the rewiring. 30 seconds down. The drone appears to be coming online. Excellent. 45 seconds down. I imagine wall press-ups are especially useful for Runner Thirteen, who is sheltering in an old police box, to Mr. Yao’s perplexing amusement.
And stop. The drone is ready for launch. With so little fuel, there is no opportunity to test it, but I have a plan in mind. The people need a victory against the horde. To be candid, I feel I need one, too. There will be a music break while I conduct the launch. Recoup or continue doing press-ups. When you hear from me again, we shall find out one way or another whether my efforts here have been in vain.
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SAM YAO: Uh, hello? Hello, listeners, are you there? It's Sam in the comms shack. Janine told me to take over the broadcast while she launches her drone. Apparently, she's rigged up a remote to steer it, so she's got to focus on that. [paper rustles]Anyway, she's given me a list of exercises for you. Next one is... oh, planking. Janine says it's, uh, an excellent test of patience, inspired by Runner Twelve, who's stuck in the back of an overturned campervan. She's been planking to pass the time.
So lie down on your front, supporting your weight on your forearms and tiptoes. Keep your back straight and lock your core. You're going to hold that pose for 60 seconds. And go. Oh! Got an update from Janine. The drone just launched, and ah, I see it on the cams, rising from the workshop like a big scary robot eagle. 15 seconds down. That's it, plank like Runner Twelve. Halfway done. Huh, that's weird, the drone's just drifting over the horde. I mean, shouldn't it be, I don't know, shooting missiles or something? 45 seconds down. Keep your body locked. Imagine you're that drone soaring through the air like a plank. And done. Good job, everyone!
Yeah, there's still no bombs or missiles from our drone. It's uh, oh, it's losing altitude, drifting east toward Naxdale Settlement. Yeah, they've always been a bit twitchy over there. They keep claiming some mysterious beast is looting their stores. I mean, everyone knows it's just rats. Anyway, I'd better check in with Janine, make sure everything's okay. You guys know the drill, keep exercising or relax in the break and I'll be right back.
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SAM YAO: Hey, folks! Me again. Couldn't get ahold of Janine. She must be busy steering the drone. Well, I guess we should just get on with our exercises. Uh, the next one is inch worming. According to Janine, it's Runner Thirty-One's favorite, even if he only has enough space to halfway do it in his pantry. Janine says it's the kind of bracing challenge that patience sometimes earns. Right.
So stand up straight, feet hip-width apart, then slowly bend forward, putting your hands on the floor in front of your feet as near as you can get them to your toes. Walk your hands forward, keeping your abs engaged, until your back is completely straight, then reverse it. Walk your arms back to your feet and stand up straight again. And well, just keep doing that over and over again for one minute. Ready? And go.
Hmm. Uh, you've done 15 seconds. Oh, that drone is getting really low. It's banking. Oh my God, it's going down!. Uh... uh, sorry, listeners. Um, yeah, you're halfway done. I'm just a bit distracted here. The drone’s careered right into the middle of Naxdale Settlement. Uh, I'm checking nearby cams. This can't be good. Uh, yeah, 15 seconds left, guys. Looks like the locals in Naxdale are surrounding our crashed drone. They look really agitated. Uh, good job, everyone. That's one minute.
Listen, I'm gonna raise Janine, find out what's happening. You just... hang in there. Janine's been slaving over that thing for weeks. If it's some kind of dud, she'll be devastated. Oh God, I hope Naxdale don't think we're attacking them. Okay, this could be bad, but don't panic. I'm just... just going to put on some relaxing music for you to cool down to while we get this straightened out. Oh boy.
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JANINE DE LUCA: Hello, listeners. I apologize for alarming you and Mr. Yao. All is well, I simply chose to focus on implementing my plan before explaining it. Lost time is lost health in this case. The drone was never meant to fight the horde, you see. We lack the ammunition for that. No, the drone is packed with medical supplies. I gutted its weapons systems to make room. I have piloted the drone to our nearby neighbors.
And to those listening from Naxdale, you are entitled to 1/8th of its contents. The drone's landing gear is permanently jammed, hence today's crash. You will use spare parts aboard to repair any landing damage and I will pilot it to the next nearest settlement, where this process will repeat. The drone has enough fuel to deliver to every settlement for miles. You will all get the supplies you need. And if anyone tries to take more than their share, well, the drone has a self-destruct.
We could not beat the horde with one damaged drone, listeners, but sometimes the key to victory is redefining your success conditions. No settlement near Abel will run out of key supplies. That is worth a little lost sleep, I fancy. Alas, we are out of time for today's exercise session. Naxdale, I will be in touch to help prepare the drone.
And everyone else, please do watch the skies. I promise when you need Abel Township, we will be there. That goes doubly for Runner Thirty-One and all the other runners out there in tight spaces. One day soon, we will be coming to rescue you, no matter what it takes, I swear. This is Janine De Luca, signing off for now.
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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 3 years ago
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Six of Crows on Catch 21
Matthias is sweating under the harsh stage lights.
His tie is too tight.
And he can hear Nina in his ear.
No, not like usual. He can actually hear her voice through an ear piece given to him by Wylan.
“Looking good there, Druskelle.”
He smiles gently even as the bossy producer pushes him further out onto the stage and the music starts to play.
Kaz walks out, a fake scheming grin on his face.
It is a grin that says, “I’m going to take all of your kruge.”
He take his place next to the card stack.
Who better to rig a card game than the legendary card shark and Bastard of the Barrel, Kaz Brekker, himself.
Then the music changes.
And Jesper walks, no swaggers, out from behind the scenes.
He blows kisses to the audience, blushing slightly at the only person who doesn’t blow a kiss back.
Wylan
The boy is too busy slyly taping away at his key pad. Keying up the card read out machine Kaz is standing by.
Jesper removes the besotted look from his face and moves back into his showman persona.
“All right, pigeons, let’s meet our contestants.”
First up, from Ravka, Sonja! Sonja likes roasted peanuts, pub songs, and Ravka’s history.
Second up, we have from Ketterdam, the one, the only Inej Ghafa, sailing fanatic, tightrope walking, black widow extraordinaire.
Lastly, from Fjerda, Matthias Helvar.
Matthias stands, bearing silently his introduction.
Matthias stands at a wopping Mature Grand Fjerdan Elk. He enjoys sharp weapons and women with big breasts.
Matthias eyes bugged from his head.
“Sorry,” Jesper amends.
“I mean he likes women with big balaraos.”
“It’s a traditional weapon in Fjerda,” Matthias tries to add, but Jesper has already moved on.
Nina giggles, casing the ear piece in Matthias’ ear to squeak lightly causing him to wince.
Tell the crowd your nickname, Matthias, give them a more personal touch.
Matthias looks dead into the camera, then he shakes his head no, once.
“Okay, then,” says Jesper.
“A man of few words. I can respect that.”
“Alright, let’s get started. Our first question is, The famed opera singer Charlotta Rizofe is best known for which work?
Matthias blanches. Who has even heard of such a woman?
“It’s B”, Nina shouts in his ear piece.
But Inej has already hit her button.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push the button,” she says.
“Still”, says Jesper. “You must give an answer.”
Inej looks panicked.
“See”, Matthias wants to say “even Inej doesn’t know this, and she knows everything.”
“B?” Inej says finally.
This is not part of the plan.
She’s supposed to get the answers wrong and sabotage the other contestant.
They had taken out the other two contestants with ease, but Sonja, the roasted peanut, was more wily than she looks.
Dimitri the Ravkan and Elecktra from the South caved like a hollow skull.
What Kaz did with their unconscious bodies, Matthias didn’t know, but that wasn’t his job.
This show offered an obscene amount of wealth up for grabs, and they were going to get it all.
They all auditioned for the show. Kaz was too smart. Jesper was too charismatic.
But when the host and the fancy card girl had suddenly found other uses for their time, they were hired as their replacements.
That left, Nina, Matthias, and Inej, as Wylan would have to be in the audience to monitor events to make sure things went right or blow things up when things went wrong.
They would most likely go wrong.
“100 points to Ms. Ghafa.”
Inej looked apologetic. Thankfully, the world’s greatest card shark was at the table.
Wylan was supposed to rig the machine to bring out the best cards when one of their crew answered the question, but the best he could get was to provide two slots, which simultaneously brought up two cards, one from the ordinary deck, and one from the stacked deck.
Kaz’s job was to maneuver the cards based on who got the points.
He doesn’t look worried as he pulls a “2” from the stack.
“It’s a 2,” Jesper says. “Would you like to keep or pass?”
Inej looks from the left to the right. Seeming almost disappointed at her card, though she knows what they are doing.
“Keep,” she says definitively.
The game continues.
Nina keeps giving Matthias the answers, and he stops questioning the uselessness of such knowledge to actually focus on hitting the button.
If Inej, in her excitement, gets a question correct, Kaz gives her the card she needs.
Still, Inej is the first out, leaving Matthias and the hungry eyed Sonja in the final.
“The first lady of Ravka was.. A Astoria.”
Before Jesper can even finish reading off the answers, Sonja hits her buzzer. “Carina Luminoura.”
Jesper looks panicked. Matthias has 19, but since he didn’t get the question correct, he can’t freeze. Sonja has an 11. If Kaz reveals a 10, then they lose. And the plan was to get him to the final.
Matthias has been watching Kaz for years now, but he still wasn’t entirely sure that the slight young man wasn’t a witch. His hands barely seemed to move, but still the cards always came up in his favor.
Except…
For today.
The card that is revealed is a Jack.
Sonja leaps into the air so high Matthias wonders if she was hiding wings beneath the shiny shirt that graced her back.
Matthias starts to panic.
“Don’t look too constipated, Druskelle. You know that bastard always has a plan.”
As Sonja jumps up and down around Jesper. Kaz moves to the back of the stage.
The crowd watches in rapt fascination as Sonja moves on to the next round.
As Kaz moves to the back to change into a new jacket for the next scene, Matthias notices that Inej is the one that assists him.
Then, Nina is by his side.
“Help me with this, Helvar.”
Matthias waits as two large bags are thrust into his hands.
“In there,” Nina says.
Matthias can hear that the new segment as started.
Nina walks forward, and of course, Matthias follows her.
Inej is there, sweeping some cobwebs off her shirt. At her feet, she has three more heavy looking bags.
Matthias picks them up automatically.
To his right, he hears labored breathing, but when he readies his stance to fight, he sees that is only Wylan.
“Set?” Inej asks.
“Set” he replies. “In 5,4,3,2,1…”
Then the lights flicker out.
Inej activates a long stick by hitting it against a wall.
It starts to glow.
“Follow me.”
They push the cart through an opening as the producers try to get the crowd under control. As they reach the end of the tunnel, transportation is waiting.
Jesper is already in the front seat.
Wylan runs up to him and jumps in his arms, kissing him.
“What?” Matthias asks.
Kaz just shrugs.
“Never trust an easy game, Helvar. There’s always something going on behind the scenes.”
“but why didn’t you tell me?”
Nina leans over and kisses Matthias soundly.
He feels instantly less annoyed.
“Because of that,” she says, looking adoringly into his face. “You can’t hide your emotions, you’re too good. Which made you perfect for something like this.”
Matthias no longer cares about which plan he may or may not have been a part of. This is their team and this is his woman. He leans into Nina again and kisses her to the glorious sound of gold clinking in the bags behind them as they head back home.
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sambergscott · 5 years ago
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a valentine’s surprise
Summary: Cheddar had passed the gem stones, they had been sterilised (twice!) and everyone is usually too loved up, or sad, to be out committing crimes, making Valentine’s the perfect holiday for a heist. Except when you had plans that will have to be cancelled. At the end of the day, Jake makes it up to his wife.
(spoilers for season 7 episode 11)
Her Valentine’s starts pretty great, her husband treating her to coffee, heart-shaped pancakes and a card that reads I’m going to make you moan like Myrtle.
(Despite the message on the front, there is a very sweet paragraph inside about how much he loves her and how smart and pretty she is and about how she makes him feel good about the world and his place in it. When she gets to the sentence about how difficult the last few months have been, he thanks her, says that he couldn’t have gone through it with anyone else and reminds her that they are a family - no matter what).
He proudly displays his card from her (a drawing of Hans Gruber falling from Nakatomi Plaza with the words I’ve fallen for you) on his nightstand and lays out his elaborate plans for the rest of the day: quick stop at home after work to shower and change, dinner at a fancy Manhattan restaurant and then, when they’re a little wine drunk and their inhibitions are lowered, salsa dancing.
She pops a piece of pancake in her mouth, chewing slowly as she debates the pros and cons of telling him they can’t do any of that. He will be crushed. He made the reservations last year, added it to their joint calendar and sticks new post-its on the fridge daily counting down to the Valentine’s Day Of The Century. They clearly both need the distraction from eating healthily and monitoring temperature and overly scheduled sex and referring to said sex as uterine deposits and doctor’s appointments, fertility drugs, negative test after negative test and questions from everyone they know. But the heist is due to restart today - Cheddar had passed the gem stones, they had been sterilised (twice!) and everyone is usually too loved up, or sad, to be out committing crimes, making it the perfect holiday for a heist.
Except when you had plans that will have to be cancelled.
“I’m sorry, babe,” she apologises after revealing the news, kissing away his disappointed frown. “We can always reschedule. February 15th can be the most romantic day of the year if we want it to be.”
He doesn’t respond, but she recognises the look on his face from when he’s coming up with a backstory for one of his undercover characters or an explanation as to why the dishwasher is overflowing when there are still dirty dishes all over the kitchen. His expression changes, his lips twisting into a smile, his eyes sparkling - he has a solution.
“What is it, Jake?” She deadpans.
“Surprise,” is his only answer as he wolfs the rest of his pancakes and asks her to shower with him.
Thank God she washed her hair last night otherwise they would’ve most certainly been late to work.
“Morning lovebirds,” Charles says in a singsong voice as soon as the elevator doors open, firing a million questions at them about what they bought each other, how the pancakes tasted (he must’ve got lessons from Charles, which makes the gesture that much sweeter) and whether they’ve already conceived a Valentine’s baby from their love.
Rosa punches him in the arm for them as she walks past.
Of all days to be handcuffed to her husband’s best friend, it had to be Valentine’s Day.
She learns way too many disgusting details about his sex life; he lists the sexiest restaurants in New York from A-Z (his personal favourite is Dining in the Dark that just opened in Parkslope, the blindfolds enhancing all the senses, he explains with a smirk), recommends the best foods to eat off a lover’s body and reads all his texts to Genevieve OUT. LOUD.
Amy shudders at their increasingly gross pet names, trying to focus her attention on Jake from across the bullpen. He’s kept coy about what he has planned for her, her only clue that it will be “hella romantic.”
(She read his lips).
Charles puts his phone away (thank God, she was moments from pulling a Terry and crushing the thing with her bare hands) and they go over their plan once more. Jake and Holt will argue, thanks to her excellent idea to rig the teams, they will mess up and Charles will use his dainty fingers to steal the gems from Bill’s pocket.
Then there are flowers everywhere, the precinct filled with the sweet scent of a billion roses, and in the chaos Scully steals (and swallows) the damn gems.
They end up back at Cheddar’s vet because all the emergency rooms are filled with skeletons and clowns and Harley Quinns having their stomachs pumped and apparently Scully’s body resembles closer to that of a human-sized giraffe with his big ol’ heart and leathery skin than a human-human. The vet reveals the gems are indeed inside of him and the heist is postponed until Easter.
“Hey,” Jake says, grabbing her hand to hold her back as everyone else leaves the surgery. “We’re friends again, right?”
“Yes, babe,” she assures him. Kylie thinks it’s weird how they can go from trash talking back to “babe” and heart eyes with the flick of a switch, but that’s just the way they’ve always been. They’re competitive. They will do anything to win. And they love each other. “Best friends.”
“Awesome,” he grins.
“So, best friend, what do we do now?”
He feigns ignorance. “What do you mean?”
“What’s your big Valentine’s Day surprise? I know you have one.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Ames. We’ve missed our reservation. I just need to go back to work to pick up my bag.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure.” She eyes him suspiciously, following him to the parking lot and their car and laughing when he turns on a playlist of the Most Romantic Taylor Swift Songs for the drive back to the precinct.
She plays along, acts like nothing is happening, like she doesn’t see the nervous tapping of his hand against the steering wheel or the constant lighting up of his phone with new encrypted messages. He’s even changed his passcode from their wedding date so she can’t unlock it.
When they get to the Nine-Nine, all the Valentine’s decorations have gone, probably removed by the night shift detectives who cannot stand their day shift counterparts, and Jake leads her to the evidence lock-up.
Her thoughts inevitably drift to HalloVeen, to becoming a two time champ and Jake Peralta’s fiancée. To the way he told her to “read the inscription on that there belt”, the way he was already down on one knee when she realised what was happening, the way he smiled when he managed to surprise her. To his heart eyes as he listed the things he loves about her and slid on the ring and kissed her in a way he’d never kissed her before.
She doesn’t know how anyone can argue anything other than her winning that day.
He opens the door and there are hearts everywhere, all the flowers from the delivery guys, a table and two chairs constructed from evidence boxes, a bottle of pinot gris and a take-out bag from her favourite Polish place.
She’s speechless.
“I got Bill to set it up,” he explains, fiddling with his police badge. “I figured if we couldn’t make it to the fancy restaurant, I’d bring the fancy restaurant to you. Kind of. I mean, it’s still a police precinct and the floor is kind of sticky and we’re surrounded by evidence from murder cases, but-.”
She cuts him off with a kiss. “Babe, it’s perfect.”
“Really?”
“Really. It’s so romantic. And this is kind of our place, right? Where we had our first for realz kiss, where we got engaged.” She pauses. “Also the flowers really mask the bad smell.”
He breaks into laughter, shaking his head. “I love you so much.”
“I love you so much, too,” she replies. “Now can we eat? I had to listen to Charles talk about food all day and I’m starving.”
“Of course, m’lady.” He pulls out a “chair”, ever the gentleman, and kisses the top of her head before sitting on his own stack of boxes. He pours the wine into their NYPD mugs and holds his up in the air. “To us, to Fake Charles, to pierogis.”
“To pierogis,” she cheers, clinking their mugs together.
(And, for the record, when they get home, he sticks to his card’s promise, a very happy ending to Valentine’s Day indeed).
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harrowdubois · 4 years ago
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okay, i said if there was interest i would think about making a post listing all the references i squeezed into the locked tomb fic i spent the last month or so writing, and now i’ve realised i don’t care if there’s interest because i want to be self-indulgent SO
under the cut is a (somewhat spoilery) chronological list of all the memes, vines, and cribbed tumblr posts, as well as homages to various books, tv shows, song lyrics, etc. that made their way into blessed with a wilder mind! 
(cw for suicide mention)
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this is of course a reference to the legendary bodybuilding forum thread where they did, actually, argue over how many days there are in a week (cw for ableist slurs in the thread)
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buzzfeed unsolved meme. i am dirt and i love to eat dirt
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this is so well-known it’s almost not worth listing it but oh my god they were roommates
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in itself, this isn’t a reference to anything in particular, but if you didn’t do this on your first read then i’d recommend taking another look at this scene and thinking about the specific wuthering heights/frankenstein/rebecca excerpts discussed by harrow and mercymorn but in relation to canon!harrow’s trauma/relationship with the body in htn :~) 
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also not really a reference to anything in particular but when i looked back over the fic for this post it struck me that the ‘sex panther’ phrasing was probably at least partially unconsciously inspired by the shoebox project (professor mcgonagall’s oiled man panther was a formative moment for me, truly)
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cw gross/unsanitary: it’s the tinder poop window incident. i mentioned this in the end notes of the fic as being what i had in mind for that scene but if it’s too gross for you (UNDERSTANDABLY) then feel free to Death Of The Author me to your heart’s content!
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i listened to a lot of orville peck while writing this
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 very very very loosely inspired by this clickhole article
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respectively: fourth of july by sufjan stevens / wuthering heights by emily bronte
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TWO BROS, CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB, FIVE FEET APART BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT GAY
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there was absolutely no need to stretch this across three paragraphs, and yet
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iconic
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i already linked to this one in the end notes of the fic itself, but it’s good, so here it is again
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 i can’t find the actual original post but it’s this fucking horrible thing 
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the last line is a reference to the secret history by donna tartt:
“Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls- which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow old, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?”
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a lyrical double whammy!
from ‘last words of a shooting star’ by mitski: “they’ll never know how i’d stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark”
from ‘a better son/daughter’ by rilo kiley: “sometimes in the morning i am petrified but can’t move/awake but cannot open my eyes” 
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shout-out to maybe my single favourite video game moment, the encounter with the sky cat in night in the woods: “There is a hole at the center of everything, and it is always growing. Between the stars I am seeing it. It is coming, and you are not escaping, and the universe is forgetting you, and the universe is being forgotten, and there is nothing to remember it, not even the things beyond. And now there is only the hole... You are atoms, and your atoms are not caring if you are existing. Your atoms are monstrous existence.”
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“Nothing is ever fulfilled, not until the very end.” - rust cohle, true detective s1, this reference is VERY tonally dissonant because in context it’s actually grim as all hell but w/e w/e i couldn’t resist the shout-out
also harrow quotes from the goldfinch again here! i had the reference included before i read this post and realised tamsyn muir also quotes from the secret history in htn. terrible synergy 
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they are in fact all real. you’re welcome
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this one’s doing a lot of work lmao. it’s paying homage to this quote by tamsyn muir talking about the draco-in-leather-pants trope in relation to ianthe by loosely referencing drop dead gorgeous, the best drarry fic ever written, in which harry is part veela
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“It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.” - that’s right it’s another reference to the secret history, with a little bit of mary oliver (tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?) sprinkled on top for flavour
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a small one, but it’s the goldfinch again: “And I feel I have something very urgent and serious to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you...”
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my FUCKING cinnamon apple
 what if i... put my minecraft bed.... next to yours... aha ha just kidding.... unless?
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[cw: suicide discussion in these next two]
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robyn can have little a rust cohle quote, as a treat.
1. “I'd consider myself a realist, all right? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist... I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction; one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.”
2. “This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. All right, there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. Fourteen straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... Not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah, they saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life - you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain - it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person.”
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ahaaa this one’s particularly rough. evil monkey no one alive dot jpg
“Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, even the knowledge that Ennis would not then embrace him face to face because he did not want to see or feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, he thought, they’d never got much farther than that. Let be, let be.” - annie proulx, brokeback mountain
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a TRIPLE lyrical whammy!
- harrow’s words to gideon in the dream are a bit of a vague reference to the song ‘adventures in solitude’ by the new pornographers (”we thought we lost you/welcome back”) - gideon’s words to harrow are a reference to the song ‘blush’ by wolf alice (”you’ve got two hands to take all you can/but don’t take too long”) - what harrow texts to gideon is a line from ‘about today’ by the national, aka the most devastating song ever written (”hey, are you awake?/yeah i’m right here”...)
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i CANNOT find a clip of it but harrow’s repetition of “life is short... it’s short” was me paraphrasing from memory a line from pride (2014), because i am the worst
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spooky scary skeletons! 
“jail for gideon” is obviously a reference to the “jail for mother” tweet that tm also referenced in htn. so, not original in the slightest, but it’s a great tweet
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one of my favourite tumblr posts
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because naberius tern absolutely would watch rick and morty. he would. i know it in my heart. 
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and that’s it, i think. hope you enjoyed this horrid little post and my horrid little fic!
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decoydeku · 5 years ago
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You Did Well
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pairing: shoto todoroki x reader
requested by: lovely anon ^-^
wc: 1.3k
warnings: TW death, grief, descriptions of heavy injury
synopsis: there you are…the love of shoto’s life, desperately clinging on to the few minutes you have left. If only shoto could preserve this moment forever.
a/n: im going to assume that the reader is a pro hero alongside shoto :) thank you so much for your request anon! You stay safe too <3
i’ve been meaning to publish this for almost a week but i kept forgetting. anyways its 1:39AM and i’m going to pass out.
Shoto Todoroki had seen tens upon hundreds of deaths in his entire 21 years, yet nothing prepared him for the moment his eyes cast would upon you. You, his favourite hero – ranked #17 in the world – doubling as the love of his life, grappling with life itself in a bloody mess on the concrete ground.
At first, he thought it was just another nightmare – oh how we wished it was just nightmare – but the hazy musk of fire and blood suffocated him, and the truth presented itself in a painful thought. He knew running to you would be selfish to other heroes who were battling the villain group at hand, though right now that was the last thing on his mind.
He sprinted toward you, almost slipping on rubble beneath his feet from buildings halved as if it they were iced cakes. You were coughing up blood as he approached you, eyes drained from their natural sparkle and smile so muted he wasn’t even sure if it was still you.
He fell in a heap beside you, cradling your head in his arms. “Y/N…” Finally, his gaze slid down your fragile frame, locking on the two crimson-soaked blades that had struck your right through your chest. For a mere second, he held onto the ray of hope that maybe it hadn’t gone right through. But the second he shifted his knee under you, his costume ripped, and the hope burnt out. “Oh Y/N…”
The black spots that danced along your vision where heavying by the second, the bland coppery taste of your own blood making you feel so nauseous you could vomit your insides over your boyfriend. Still, you persisted, a shaky hand reaching to cup his face. “Shoto…S-Shoto…I…”
Shoto felt his lip quiver, the reality feeling like a continuous slap to the face. You were impaled – through the chest. There simply wasn’t enough time. He grabbed onto your hand, his own hand trembling against yours, trying to preserve the dying warmth of you one last time. “Shh…You did well,” He manages out, his voice thinning with the tears pricking his eyes. He drew a rigged stripe along your palm with his thumb, staring into your almost lifeless eyes. “You can go to sleep now.”
And as if your body understood Shoto’s soft command, you felt your eyelids fluttering, reality slowly slipping away with each breath. You held the faintest of smiles, even as blood pooled around the corners of your mouth and dripped messily down your chin. “Sh…oto…” Was your dying breath, your body finally going limp.
It was a moment Shoto would never ever forget.
A month later
“Are you sure you don’t want to come, Todoroki?” Izuku Midoriya asked him that Friday night, where there was a mini reunion for the former students of Class 3-A planned at his place. He tried to make it sound as light-hearted as possible, but Shoto saw right through the question.
Shoto clutched at nothing, knowing that since the horrific day, he’d further distanced himself from any outing he didn’t need. His friends were worried, of course they were. But right about now, he wanted nothing more than to curl into his sheets and lay his head on his pillow. “Yeah,” He breathed, averting his gaze from Izuku’s. “I’m going to visit my mother in the morning before patrol.”
His friend offered him a weak, unintentionally pitiful smile. “Oh okay,” Masking his disappointment was an additional challenge. “I’ll see you around then, Todoroki.”
Shoto gave him a slight nod as they parted ways, and he walked toward his car that was parked outside the police station. Normally it would be at the agency but today was an exception for the villain they’d been chasing up.
Sliding into the front seat, he slammed the door – his own repressed anger seeping out. It had been a whole month but he still wouldn’t stop blaming himself.
‘It’s not your fault Todoroki.’
‘There’s nothing you could’ve done.’
Maybe that was true, but maybe just maybe if he’d kept a closer eye on you, this whole thing could’ve been prevented. Or instead of standing still like an idiot, he’d run to you just that little bit faster.
There was nothing more he wanted than to turn to his right to see you in the passenger seat, arguing with him about his ‘boring song choices’ on the classical radio station.
Ever since your death he’d started listening to POP FM.
And that proved somewhat of a mistake when your favourite song came on the radio that night and he drowned in his own flood of tears.
. . . .
By the time he unlocked his apartment door it was near 9 o’clock – and he’d left the police station at 7. He didn’t know why, but he ended up driving around the city aimlessly, searching for some sort of closure in the neon-coloured signs. Needless to say, it didn’t do much good.
His apartment was nothing special – though everyone knew he had more than enough money to buy something far more glamorous – he was content with the homeliness it held. All it held was a couch, a small TV – which he barely used – a mediocre kitchen and a double bed.
He made his way to the couch.
He’d tried sleeping in his bed, but after the number of times he’d instinctively reached for you and inhaled your fading scent, he knew he just couldn’t do it.
Stripping himself of his hero costume, he climbed onto the couch and tugged the sheet up to his neck. He remembered he hadn’t had dinner, but he wasn’t hungry anyway. Laying his head on the plush of the pillow, and finally coaxed his eyes to sleep.
He was watching TV on the couch – which was rather unusual – silently slurping on his favourite kind of Soba. He hadn’t a clue what he was watching, but thought it was captivating. Looking out the window, he noted that the sky was inked black with a scatter of stars.
A knock at the door startled him.
“Come in,” He’d said – another thing that was out of the ordinary. His gaze resumed to the television.
The door opened and shut with a slight jingle of keys, yet for some strange reason he still wouldn’t check who it was. Maybe he subconsciously already knew.
A thump on the couch startled him, and his gaze finally slid to meet the stranger’s.
Oh.
It was you.
You.
Y/N L/N.
Here?
“Shoto!” Your voice was oozing with exuberance, happiness that could barely be contained. You cupped his face and met your lips with his own. “Sorry I’m late, I got held up by this hideous toad villain.” Snuggling into him, you laid your head on his shoulder. “What’ve you been up to?”
“Y/N,” He’d replied, almost dropping his soba in his lap. It was unravelling now, but he refused to let reality sink in. He placed his bowl on the table, reaching to run his hand through your hair. “Sweetheart,” He felt his voice go hoarse. “It was fine, nothing unusual.” The urge he felt so deeply in his chest, egged him to speak the words he wished he’d said that fateful day. “I love you.”
You gazed up at him with your big e/c eyes, sparkling with your usual warmth. “I know.” You chuckled softly, leaning into his chest. “I love you too.”
And even though he knew it was a dream, he still basked in your presence, hoping you would grace him with more than this singular appearance tonight.
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sushiandstarlight · 4 years ago
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“Ornaments”: NaNoWrimo 30 Days of Prompts
Today’s Prompt
Read this story on AO3
Rated: G
Summary:  Crowley wondered, honestly, if the ornaments were rigged to explode once they were all gathered together.
The first package showed up on Crowley's doorstep, no knock or request for a signature, less than a week from Christmas. He had nearly tripped over it on his way out to tempt Aziraphale for breakfast. It was a plain brown package, carefully tied with twine. No return address. Actually, he noted, no marking on it at all. He couldn't be sure it was even for him except that it was very deliberately placed where he would find it... With his wayward feet. He took it back inside and opened it. Inside, tucked securely into a nest of white tissue paper, was a single ornament: white enamel and gilded metal forming a human holding a drum with the number 12 floating over his head. Digging all the paper of the box did nothing to resolve the mystery. Shrugging he put the delicate bauble back in the box and left for breakfast.
One ornament showing up at his door unannounced he could explain, but when he left the next day to cause some mischief somewhere (he would decide along the way where that mischief would take place, being a free agent now) he was stopped short by a box exactly the same as the first. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the first package was, in fact, still on his table. Then he reached down and plucked up the new one, taking it inside. Still, no addresses and no names. No labels to indicate the craftsperson or store that had made them. This one was blue and white, decked out with a cheerful flutist and holly leaves. Above the flutist was the number 11. Apparently, whoever this was, they were counting down. He slipped it gently back into the box and then went about his day, but he thought about it quite a lot.
The third day he poked his head out into the hall early, still in his pajamas and bare feet. He thought perhaps he would catch the deliverer in the act, but no. There was a third package, placed exactly where the other two had been. He plucked it up and brought it inside. This one was red and there was a man on it... To Crowley he looked sprawled out like he'd just had a bad fall. Surely that wasn't it, though. Above the sprawled man was the gilded number 10. The ball, this time, was a shiny red.
He never mentioned the mysterious ornaments to Aziraphale, though he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was that he was concerned for his own safety and, by extension, the angel's. He had no idea what these ornaments meant or what they might be counting down to. It could be a cruel joke from his previous bosses with the last one exploding in his face or something. They hadn't been bothered in months, but one never could be too careful. No, he wouldn't worry Aziraphale until he understood what was going on. Until then, all would be normal.
On it did go, though, perplexingly. The fourth day saw a red ball with a dancing lady on it, the number nine gleaming over her curls. The fifth one was green with a cow on it. The sixth, blue with a swan. The boxes were adding up on his desk. In lieu of stacking them and possibly breaking the delicate little things he got a larger box to keep them all in.
The seventh day was a red ball with a nesting goose, laying on her golden eggs. He found himself getting jumpy thinking there was someone outside his home, everyday, so close to him and yet unknown. He wondered if he should throw them away, but something inside him hoarded them like the mystery was a treasure itself.
Day eight was a deep, forest green covered in golden rings that overlapped and were tied together with a red ribbon. His skin was starting to itch with anxiety with only four more days to go until the finale of this... whatever it was. He was sure Aziraphale noticed him being so quiet. It was just that he couldn't stop thinking about what would be in the little brown box tomorrow. And what would happen when the countdown reached it's end?
The night before day nine he purchased a tiny security camera and installed it outside his down, linking it his phone. He tried to stay up and keep watch on the feed, but they'd had a very pleasant evening out, him and the angel, with plenty of libation. He was out not twenty minutes after he sat down. In the morning the feed was clean, but for a tiny disruption at first light. And there, after said disruption, sat a package at his door. More birds, this time, and music notes. Either someone was clever with technology or they were occult.
Day ten found chickens in a sea of green. Day eleven, doves on blue. Crowley didn't sleep the night before day twelve. When the sun rose, he was keyed up to the point of shaking. He went to the door, threw it open. Another package, another bird. He held it delicately in his hands, more than half afraid it would explode. When it didn't he placed it in the larger box with the rest.
Okay, countdown successful, but countdown to what?
His phone ringing shattered his tattered nervous so badly he was left clinging to the ceiling, eyes wide and yellow to the rims.
Only one person ever called him on his landline.
Slithering down from the ceiling, he answered.
“'ello, Angel.”
“Crowley! You will be by today, won't you? I thought... Well, I thought we would spend Christmas eve together.”
“Sure, sure. I'll be by in a bit.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale's voice was wrapped up in a smile like a bow, “Oh, good. Do bring the ornaments I sent you, would you?”
“The...” Crowley looked over at the box on his desk, all twelve baubles gleaming in the morning sun, his brain coming to a complete and utter halt, “ornaments?”
“You did get them? I mean, you never mentioned it. I hope they went to the right address!” He could hear the sound of rustling papers and then, “Yes, it's here correctly on the receipt.”
“You sent me ornaments?” He felt like he was dragging his brain through sludge to get it to the point, but after all the anxiety this made no sense. He saw Aziraphale every day, or damn near. Why hadn't he just given him them in person?
“Yes, there should have been twelve.”
“I got them.”
“Oh good, so you'll bring them with you?”
“Yeah, uh, yeah sure I will. No problem.”
“Alright, see you in a bit, then.”
“Yup.”
And the receiver went dead. Aziraphale had sent him Christmas ornaments. And they counted down until today. But, he must know... Crowley never put up a tree?
He stared at the box for another minute more, puzzling, but then shrugged and headed for his shower.
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He snapped open the door and shouldered his way into the bookshop, box of ornaments taking up most of his dexterity.
“Angel!” he called out, but saw no sign of him. He walked into the center of the book shop and found... A twinkle light lit evergreen tree that had to be at least 8 feet tall. It had decidedly not been there yesterday. All around it were boxes of trinkets and garland and even hand-threaded popcorn-and-cranberry strands.
“Ah, hullo, Crowley!” Aziraphale was descending the stairs, a box in his hands. Crowley sat his down by the others and rushed over to help, “oh, thank you, dear.” Aziraphale clapped his hands together to remove the dust.
“Where did all of this come from?” Crowley took the last box over- glittery balls in gold and silver, all different sizes- and put it with the rest. The tree was well and truly boxed in at this point.
“Oh, I bought most of them. Lots of thrifting. Love the human idea of thrifting, don't you? One person's discard is another person's treasure!” Aziraphale was fluttering around the boxes, but didn't seem to be actually doing anything with them, “I made some of it. I think I ate more popcorn than made it on the strands, I must confess.”
Crowley stood in the midst of the Christmas festivities and felt utterly lost.
“Ah, here are the ones I sent you! Oh, but they're even more lovely in person!”
Crowley watched him, as if he was going mad.
“Do you like them?” Aziraphale looked up at him and frowned, “You don't?”
“I mean, they're nice,” Crowley rubbed the back of his neck and joined him at the side of the box, looking down at all twelve ornaments, “it might've been nice to, ah, leave a note with them.”
“Now that can't be right...” and the angel was off, back to his cluttered office desk (not to be confused with his book restoration desk which was pristine and clutter free). He pulled out a receipt and produced his tiny spectacles from out of nowhere, “says right here that there was to be a note with every package. I gave them twelve notes with the twelve different lyrics.”
“Lyrics?”
“Yes, Crowley. From the song.”
“But it wasn't a song...” Crowley could feel his voice dipping into a whine due to his strained misunderstanding of this entire escapade, “it was ornaments.”
“The Twelve Days of Christmas. Surely, you've heard it.”
“Maybe? I tend to kind of sleep through Christmas, if I can manage it.”
“Then you don't...” Aziraphale dropped the receipt back on his desk, “you can't have...” He sat down at his desk with a thump, “oh dear.”
“I do like them, Angel, of course I do. They're from you, right? Little strange sending them to me and then having me bring them to put them on your tree, but you know I'm down for whatever you want to do,” He had been moving while he spoke, picking his way around the boxes over to where Aziraphale sat, staring off into space, “Alright, Angel?”
“But they had meaning, my dear. And that's been totally lost. Here I thought... I thought I was saying it and I wasn't.”
“You could tell me now.”
Aziraphale smiled up at him, but it was with an edge.
“You can, I want to know what they mean. It's been driving me around the bend for twelve days!” he pulled an ottoman up across from Aziraphale's chair and sat, waiting.
“I just- it was easier to let gestures speak to me.”
“You don't need to be nervous, it's only me.”
“There's nothing 'only' about you, Crowley.”
Crowley cocked his head to the side, deciding not to respond to that, and kept waiting.
“Have you heard 'The Twelve Days of Christmas?'”
“Er, probably, but I... oh,” Crowley paused and let that sink in, “so there was one ornament for each day. I get that.”
“Yes, but the song. Well, it's supposed to start on Christmas day, really. But, for my purposes it worked better to count down to Christmas eve.”
“Your purposes.”
“The song is about a lover sending gifts.” Aziraphale said it quickly and to his hands, rather than Crowley's face.
Crowley continued to stare at him as the Angel started to sing, low and soft: “On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.”
Firstly, Crowley shivered as Aziraphale's voice drifted over him. How had he never heard him sing before? Even such simple verses sounded, well, heavenly. Secondly, true what now?
“True what now?”
“True,” Aziraphale coughed, “Well, true love.”
“For me?”
“If you'd like,” Aziraphale was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, “I had one more ornament for when we were done decorating the tree.”
“Can I see it now?” Crowley felt his heart should be racing, anxiety cluttering his brain, but he felt a sudden wave of calm. Aziraphale thought of him as a true love? All these years... All these centuries. It hadn't just been him alone with his feelings? “Or would you rather we decorated first? That was the plan.”
“I can show you now,” he got up and went over to his register, producing a small white box with a red ribbon. He sat down across from Crowley again and handed it to him.
Crowley gently pulled the ribbon off and opened the box. Inside was a porcelain ball, light blue and crackled in gold. When he lifted it, he saw the image on the front: a black and red serpent tucked under the wing of a dove. He stared at it for, well, he wasn't sure how long. Finally Aziraphale cleared his voice across from him.
“Do you like it?”
“It's beautiful.”
“I had it commissioned. Hand crafted and painted.”
“For me.”
“For you.”
“Your true love.”
“Yes.”
“You did all of this,” Crowley gestured to the boxes strewn about and the trees and the ornament he now sat at his feet, “to tell me you loved me?”
“Well, it all seems a bit daft now.”
“Maybe a little.”
Aziraphale looked wounded.
“But I love my daft Angel,” Crowley reached over and took one of his hands, squeezing it until he looked up, “Maybe next time you can be a tiny bit more direct. I can't guarantee I would've understood it, either way. We're a right pair of ineffable idiots.”
“Do you want some rum and cider? I want some rum and cider.”
“Heavy on the rum, light on the cider.”
“Deal,” Aziraphale bustled off upstairs to his kitchen, leaving Crowley to sit and stare at the tree. He wound his way back to it, carrying the new ornament, cradling it to his chest. A commemorative piece of art of their first meeting. When Aziraphale had protected him from the storm.
“You can put it on first, if you like. Give it prime of place.” Aziraphale had appeared, quietly at his left elbow.
“Yeah, right in the middle?”
“I like that.”
Crowley hung it and then took his mug from Aziraphale, taking a deep sip. Aziraphale edged closer to him.
“May I?” he gestured with his arm.
“'course, Angel.” He felt Aziraphale's arm wrap around his middle and they stared at the tree for a while. He didn't know if it was the proximity or the alcohol, but he was feeling warm and syrupy, kinda like his bones were melting, in a pleasant way.
They spent the next few hours decking out the tree and downing mug after mug of what was slanted increasingly away from cider and toward rum. By the time the last bit of garland went on, they were covered in tinsel and laughing over nothing. Slumping onto the sofa next to the tree, Crowley curled into Aziraphale's side.
“Going to dream of sugar plums?”
“Nah.”
“What do you want Santa to bring you in the morning?”
“Santa only comes for good boys. M'not a good boy.”
“Hmm, maybe not.”
“I've got what I want right here, don't need Santa for anything,” he drifted off, already dreaming about being curled up safe and dry under white feathers.
Previous Prompt Ficlets:
Cocoa or Cider / Feather Duster / Scarf / Family / Hearth / Frosty / Ribbons  / Wrapping / Cardinal / Coal / Unwrap / Blustery
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gabriel4sam · 4 years ago
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The very bad day of Commander Grey, and the very good night right after
  Commander Grey just had an horrible day, following an horrible week. The Force decided he should get a reward for that!
Under the cut, a little explicit fic!
It was raining when Clone Commander CC-10/994, Grey, and his men arrived on site that day.
Rain was perhaps too light a word. It was a deluge, a rain which wanted to drown everything, from animal life to plants, which wanted to flood, to destroy.
It was the last drop in Grey’s discouragement rising wave.
Thanks to the Force, as his General was in the habit to say, no one of his brothers had died today, but it was the only thing to say for that fourth-damned day. Everything else that could go wrong had. It wasn’t even a battle which had almost put Grey to his knees. It was a problem after another, it was the important delivery of medical material for their unit getting delayed, and the water getting into important pieces of electronics, which were supposed to be waterproof. It was the locals being pain in the asses to the poor clones because they weren’t natural born. It was simply put weeks after weeks of hard combat and no down time finally getting too much.  
Now, as he arrived at their base camp, Grey was ready to crawl in a bottle and never come back. Or, more exactly, never come back until another catastrophe needed him.
He wanted to go directly to his bunk and sleep for the next thirty hours, but protocols dictated he made his report to his general first and he didn’t even take the time to clean his armour of the mud. Depa Bilaba would have to take him as he was. Arriving to the central tents, he finally remarked what he should have seen before: intermingling with his own men, another bunch of troopers were there. And they were wearing gold, which could only mean one thing: his General wasn’t alone, her lover was there. General Kenobi was on site.
Grey wasn’t exactly jealous. He wasn’t in love with his General. He liked her, respected her. Of course, he recognized she was beautiful and he wouldn’t run away if he found her in her bunk, but he wasn’t into relationships. If he had been, he would have preferred a civilian. Someone who didn’t take risks.
But sometime….sometime, he would have love to share a few hours of respite. To know he could forget in arms who knew the cost of war. Sometimes, just for a few hours, he would have loved to share with someone what Depa Billaba and Obi-Wan Kenobi shared, just for a moment.
He entered the tent. Since they were supposed to use this planet as a base for a base of operation for a long time, the men had insisted to put together something a little better for the General, and ad rigged together three tents, which now formed a small apartment. General Billaba had tried to push Grey to take it instead of her, but he was too stubborn when he wanted to, even against a Jedi.
The Generals were sitting together, their heads close, watching something on a holopad and taking notes at the same time. Grey’s steps almost fumbled. General Kenobi had already lost his tunics, letting see nicely shaped biceps and a chest covered in hair redder than his head and so, so much freckles. The hair of his own General was down. He had never before see her with her hair down and a desire to see if it was as nice, as soft as it seemed, sparked in his guts with force. He felt clumsy and covered in mud, a brute in face of that moment of peace and comfort. He definitely should have cleaned up his armour.
“Grey, welcome, how was the patrol?” General Billaba asked and the Commander grunted, words missing to describe such a miserable afternoon.
“That bad? Come, don’t stay in the entrance like that, come and get dry.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“Nonsense. You look more drowned than some dead bodies I have seen, come.”
Already, General Kenobi was opening a chest at the end of the bunk, and he offered some black to Grey, deliciously dry. Blacks who definitely were in trooper size, trooper issued, not for a Jedi.
“Dear Cody can’t seem to recognize comfort when it trumpets at his ears,” General Kenobi smiled, “and I have taken to pack things for him too.”
“From the grapevine, it’s definitely the kettle calling the pot black,” Grey retorted, something he wouldn’t have dared if it hadn’t been such a shitty day. General Kenobi laughed at the small attempt of humour, letting see the smile which made all holoreporters swoon. The Negotiator’s charms was a weapon the Jedi Order wasn’t against using.
General Billaba kissed that smile. It was only a small peck, but more than Grey had ever seen of their relationship.
“Make us some tea, darling,” she prompted gently and she sat down with her lyre as Obi-Wan stood up and disappeared behind one of the curtain in the small kitchen.
Grey used the small bathroom, which was nothing more than a fresher behind a curtain, to change into the dry clothes. He smiled when he heard the first notes. He wasn’t musician himself, it was definitely not something the Kaminoan had thought important but he loved when she played melodies, the old ballads more than the new tunes, songs which had given people joy and courage for centuries. Sometimes, when the battle hadn’t been too hard, when the brothers and her still had a little strength at the end of the day, she played for them. It was Grey’s favourite moments.
He entered the other room again, ready for his reports, but General Billaba only asked if there was in there something which couldn’t wait for tomorrow. When he answered that there wasn’t, she shook his head at his second proposal to leave, to not impose.
“You aren’t unwelcomed, my friend. You had a hard week-“
“-Like all of us, General. Like you too-“
“You should call me Depa, when we aren’t working.”
“Clones aren’t supposed-“
“To have down time? It would be…” She stopped herself, ran her hand through her hair.
“We are working on it,” she simply said, and Grey thought of the rumours in the army of General Windu’s efforts in the Senate, General Tii on Kamino.
“For tonight,” she started again, “Call me Depa. And if you would be amenable to it, we would like for you to share tea and rest with us. I know you don’t feel comfortable spending downtime with the men, since all other officers are in the infirmary for now-“
“I’m their commander, I don’t want them to ….Well, sometimes soldiers like to let go a little, and a commander with them….”
“I’m aware of the still, Grey, and of that horrible liquid your brothers call alcohol. And since you don’t want to spend down time with them, we thought you could accept to spend it with us, this time. But only if you accept, there is no obligation.”
She was still playing, offering more attention than usual on the lyre, and Grey realized she wasn’t sure of his answer.
How could he have said no? An evening bored out his mind in a cold bunk, or here, with music and tea and two beautiful people? Yes, perhaps it would be a little frustrating, because those two beautiful people weren’t for him to touch, but the answer was never hesitant.
“I would like to stay, General.”
“I would like to stay, Depa,” she corrected, just as General Kenobi, his arms full of a tray charged of bowls, left the small kitchen and said,
“And my name is Obi-Wan.”
The red head insisted for Grey taking the other chair and knelt next to the small table. He prepared the tea carefully, adding honey to the bowls as Depa and him both loved, and to Grey’s bowl too, once he had checked the trooper wanted to try it like that too.
Obi-Wan loved serving Depa, even if he had needed more time to understand that part of himself that the part that adore submitting to her in bed. It had seemed less shameful in a way, to love Depa pegging him, but time had passed and he had finally refused to deny himself happiness, whatever the form.
And with the cloud of moral exhaustion which seemed to escape from Grey’s every pores, he wanted to serve him, help him, heal him too. He knew the clone less than Cody and his own men, of course, but Depa talked about him a lot, his strength, his moral rectitude, and Obi-Wan had come to know and respect him through her words.
He served them tea and explained to Grey the different sorts of pastries, then leaned against Depa’s legs. They spend a long, delicious hour just sipping tea, eating too much sugar and listening to her music.
She wasn’t a professional but she knew those songs, the ones she always played for the two of them, and for Obi-Wan, his head pillowed on her knee, no music could have been better. Grey too seemed enthralled by the music. His eyes had lost their dull light when she finally stopped, and were again full of the quiet strength he shared with all his brothers. His spine had mellowed against the pillows on the chair, and there was a quiet contentment in his posture….and perhaps a touch of longing every time his gaze left the lyre for Obi-Wan’s head, abandoned against Depa’s knees.
“Grey,” Depa said very low, “Grey, you know what happens sometimes with me and Obi-Wan and other people.”
He nodded. He had to know those sorts of things to be an effective Commander to his General, he had seen sometimes other Jedi leaving their cabins during long hyperspace travels, and gossip was one of the army favourite past time.
“Do you want to stay with us tonight?” She asked, her tone still careful, and Grey felt another weight on his shoulders leaving at the idea that for tonight, he wouldn’t be alone, that the warmth would stay longer.
“I would be happy of that,” he admitted, and his guts tightened in desire when he saw the smile Obi-Wan didn’t try to hide, and the hand Depa was offering him across the table.
 Depa’s hairs were as soft as he had imagined and her skin was silk soft, with the exceptions of scars and calluses. And Obi-Wan… Never before had had Grey shared time with a human with skin so fair. To explore the freckles was quite amusing. And it made the Jedi squirm in a fun way, red slowly descending on his body, first his cheeks, then his neck, his throat, his torso.
Grey could admit it in his own mind: he had always been a little curious about what happened when his General and her lover took other people to their bed. Now, he realized the question had been foolish: of course, there wasn’t one rule, one fit them all sort of events. Because it depended of the mood. Of what the three participants were in need to, that day, that particular moment.
And tonight, tonight was soft and pleasant and trusting.
Kneeling on a pillow at Grey’s feet, Obi-Wan had sucked him slowly. Tender kitten licks, careful explorations of his dick, letting the pleasure slowly progress. Little by little, Grey had felt the stress of the past weeks leave him. He had felt his muscles get less tight with every stroke of tongue, every caress of clever hands on his hips, torso, legs, every notes of the lyre. He had melted in his chair, as his General continued to play, sitting just next to him and sometimes sharing long, deep kisses, as her lover of years slowly worshiped Grey’s cock, winning the fight against the Commander’s exhaustion and getting his cock to harden pleasantly. After the moment, the horrible day Grey just had started to go away. His hips rolled lazily, pushing himself into the warm mouth treating him so well, eager for that clever tongue which did untold, sinful things to the vein under his dick/
Grey had let himself into their hands, let himself be guided to the double bunk. Here, he had let Obi-Wan guide him into discovering the secrets of Depa’s piercings and drank at her mouth her soft cry when he had succeed in earning her first orgasm with his fingers.
“Do you think you have two orgasms in you tonight?” Obi-Wan had asked, his mouth soft against Grey’s belly and the Commander had admitted that no. He was too tired.
“Better make it counts, then,” Obi-Wan had smiled, “How do you want it?”
“I want…I want to see you?” Grey asked, a little unsure, because as much as he wanted to come, he knew he would drop immediate after, with how long the last weeks had been, and he wanted nice memories of them for after.
“Of course, dear one,” Depa whispered and she helped him more comfortably against the pillows and took out of a chest at the end of the bunk a wicked-looking cock-ring, which she installed on the other Jedi. Grey watched, palming his cock lightly, as she rode Obi-Wan hard, using him as she would a toy, pinching his nipples until he cried beautifully, playing with him with the same ease she played her lyre.
She came again and it was a spectacle as mesmerizing as Grey imagined it would be, her voice breaking and the droplets of sweat like diamonds on her dark skin.
The Commander couldn’t resist tasting her juices right on Obi-Wan’s dick, licking for every drop of taste, and it was probably an horrible taste for the red head, who still kept sagely his hands where Depa had put then.
After, Depa kissed Grey, chasing across his tongue the taste of Obi-Wan and herself and pushed him on his back, a clever hand exploring what Grey himself hadn’t yet.
“Is it really so good as people say?” The Commander asked, curious. He had always wanted to try, it was even his favourite search in porn, but had never trusted a lover enough for that. He didn’t want a relationship, but there still were a lot of things he wasn’t ready to try with a one-night stand found in one night of permission on Coruscant.
Obi-Wan shrugged.
“Some people don’t like it and some people just aren’t interested and it is perfectly valid of them” he explained, “But I can’t get enough of it.”
“You can’t enough of almost all sex acts ever invented and quite a few other. That sex-club on Adleraan still has a swing named after you. ” Depa laughed and Obi-Wan had a devastating smile.
“I have excellent taste and appreciate fine things in life.”
And this is how Grey finished his night: sandwiched between the two Jedi, kisses raining across his neck, his lips, safe and trusting and learning new things about himself, taking Obi-Wan with quite vigour and being taken by his own General; who had equipped a harness with her smallest dildo, much easier for a first time.
He learned that he loved it, but that he had been wise to never try it with someone he didn’t know, because it made him feel vulnerable in a way he wouldn’t have appreciated with a stranger.
But here, he was safe and good and he let pleasure take him, as Depa pushed him higher and higher.
He came apart and as he had predicted, it was struggle to stay awake.
“Shh, you can sleep,” Obi-Wan gentled him.
“You haven’t…”
“I will take care of him, dear one,” Depa whispered, “you can let go,” and Grey let sleep claim him, a sleep more deep than he had known in months.
   Later in the night, Grey half-woke, saw Obi-Wan with his face buried between Depa’s legs, his hand busy between his own legs. He wisely turned the other way and let the noises they were trying to muffle lull him back to sleep.
Sex was pretty cool, but every overworked Commander will tell anybody asking than nothing beat good sleep!
The next morning, he woke up again to find Obi-Wan still sleeping, trying to suffocate himself into Grey’s abdomen as if it was a pillow. The Negotiator had the most horrible case of sleep hair the clone had ever seen and he couldn’t resist caressing a moment the red spill.
His own General joined the bed again a minute after, holding him out a cup of caf, just like he preferred it, with a lot of cream and no sugar. She was only half dressed, her hair down but her eyes were serious.
“Do you regret it?” She asked.
He took a minute to think about it. It was the first thing he had learned about her when, freshly leaving Kamino, he had been assigned to her. She asked real questions, it wasn’t like the trainers who only wanted to hear what they already had decided what the answer.
With General Billaba, no answer was wrong and she had never reproached a trooper an answer she didn’t like.
“I don’t regret it,” he said finally, and something unwounded in her spine. “Not sure I would like that to be the usual, how can you ever get something done, if every night is this bone melting!!”
She laughed slightly.
“Not every lover is every pleasant as you, my dear Grey.” And he had to squash the childish urge to blush. He was a Commander in the GAR, dammit!
Next to them, Obi-Wan made a questioning noise, still asleep, his slumber disturbed by their voices. Grey’s hand automatically raised itself to pet the Jedi but he stopped himself, watched Depa, who smiled encouragingly.
“We didn’t really talk about limits yesterday, which is a grave mistake of me,” she started.
“Pretty sure Obi-Wan and I were there too, and we didn’t say anything either, Gen- Depa.”
The use of her first name pleased her, he could see it.
“I have to ask,” he said, taking his courage and running the question before the sun was higher in the sky and he didn’t dare anymore, “what’s your opinion about lover coming back from time to time into your bed? Someone who has no interest in a relationship but would be happy to have trusted, friendly people to go back sometime to unwind? And perhaps also to explore stuff that person definitely don’t want to explore with Rhodians meet in a club ten minutes before the clothes come off in a dark alley?”
“We’re definitely in favour of it,” Depa said, “I must have a list of things to try somewhere, and of hard no for Obi-Wan and myself. And we would be honoured if you trusted enough to explore your own unknown limits with us or to simply ask for easy and nice.”
“Obi-Wan?”
“Has be of opinion than we should have offered you a night like yesterday months ago. But you will have the occasion to ask him himself, once he deign wake up.”
Obi-Wan grumbled against Grey’s skin, making the fine hair stand up at the slight caress of air.
“Faker,” Depa said with infinite tenderness.
Grey saw her check the chrono on the night-stand, hesitate, then the few clothes she had put on started coming off and she climbed on the bed again. Grey opened his arms and his General climbed on his lap, kissing him with gusto.
Her lips were tasting of caf, sugar and promises.
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I almost feel horrible for promoting this, but: Buck didn’t know he was pregnant until he has a miscarriage. (totally understand if you’re not comfortable filling this tho)
Something’s wrong. Though Buck can’t quite put his finger on what.
He just feels....off.
It’s been an incredibly tasking day; he’s run more calls in the last twenty four hours than he has all week, and he’s happy to finally be nearing the end of his shift. Just one more hour and he can go home, hug Christopher goodnight and curl up in bed with Eddie. He can’t wait.
Buck hopes against all odds that the alarm doesn’t sound. He’s starting to get stomach cramps---can those be caused by exhaustion? He’s not sure.
Of course with only thirty minutes to go on the clock, the alarm does ring, and as tired as everyone is, and as eager as they all are to go home already, the 118 doesn’t dawdle. They don’t even have to bother gearing up, since they’d been too beat to change out of their uniforms from the previous call. 
Eddie pats his shoulder once they’re in the rig. “Hey, at least we get paid overtime, right?”
Buck sighs, leaning some of his weight against Eddie. “I hope it’s something easy, like a cat stuck in a tree or something.”
Hen nods in agreement. “Seriously, I am so over today.”
Unfortunately it’s the opposite of ‘easy’. A messy four car pile up in the middle of the highway. It is absolutely awful. Traffic is at least a mile long and one of the vehicles is already set aflame by the time the 118 arrive on scene.
Chimney declares two D.O.A.s in the first car, which is flipped over on the side of the road, and moves on to the next. Hen and Eddie work on getting two teenagers and their dog out of the third car while Bobby and Buck handle a family sized mid sedan on the verge of catching fire.
Buck struggles to pry open the door, which is caved in, using the jaws of life. The hydraulic tool is nearly fifty pounds---on a good day, for Buck, who lifts weights on a daily basis, that’s nothing---today is not a good day. He manages to open the door, huffing and puffing the entire time, sweat beading down from his forehead into his eyes.
In the end they rescue two teens, a family of four, and an elderly couple. Bobby has several ambulances called in to transport the patients, though normally Hen and Chim would take at least one in their rig---his people are done for the day, he decides, looking among his team.
Everyone is sweaty and exhausted, particularly Buck, who’s practically swaying on his feet.
Bobby hands the kid a water bottle. “You ok bud?”
Buck downs the whole thing in a swig, coughing into his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, I just,” Buck makes a face and wraps an arm around his stomach.
Bobby frowns, “Are you hurt?” They’ve been on so many calls this shift the Captain almost can’t remember them all, but he’d remember if Buck got injured on any of them, for sure.
Eddie hears them from where he’s packing up some of their gear on the truck and runs over. “Everything alright?” he sees the way Buck is holding himself, the look on his face, veering somewhere between uncomfortable and in pain. “What’s wrong?”
Buck shakes his head, scrunching his eyes shut tight. “I don’t know.”
There’s a pressure in his lower abdomen that’s getting worse and worse by the second. The pain is getting unbearable; Buck whines, dropping to his knees suddenly.
Eddie and Bobby at either side of him catch him just before he can fall completely. “Hen! Chim!” Bobby calls, panicked.
After that it’s a whirlwind chaos of getting Buck into the back of their ambulance and clearing a path to the hospital. Eddie rides with him, murmuring comforting nothings the entire way there, both to reassure Buck and himself.
“Oh.” Buck says, when the doctor tells them what it is.
A miscarriage.
He hadn’t even known he was carrying...
He’s not sure what he’s supposed to say to that, other than ‘oh’. Eddie hugs him tight when they get the news, and of course Buck hugs him back, but honestly, he feels a little numb.
He’s still in pain after they get rid of...the excess. He’s still bleeding, though not as badly, still cramping. The doctor sends him home with instructions to do nothing but rest for the next twenty four hours. He’s going to be feeling it for the next two weeks, but after that he can get back to normal.
“You two can start trying again after two weeks.” the doctor assures them, just the right amount of sympathy in his tone.
But they weren’t trying, Buck thinks, so it doesn’t matter. Right?
Eddie handles him with kid gloves the entire way home, opening the truck door for him, helping him into the truck, and even buckling his seat belt for him. Buck thinks this whole taking extra care of him thing is more for Eddie’s benefit, so he doesn’t complain. He’s still pretty sore, after all.
When they finally get home Buck is looking forward to stripping down to his underwear and going straight to bed. Eddie nearly trips over his own two feet trying to get to the front door to open it for Buck. “Do you want some tea? I can boil some tea. Or are you hungry? I can order some soup from that Chinese place you like, I think they’re still delivering--”
“Eddie, take a breath, I’m good, really, I’m just tired, sleep is the only thing I need right now,” as if to prove his own point, Buck yawns, “that and to see Christopher.” Buck looks around, surprised he hasn’t come out of his room to greet them yet. Though it is late, so maybe he’s already asleep. But where’s Carla? He doesn’t hear her in the kitchen.
“Oh, uh, I called Carla earlier, asked  her to take Christopher to my abuela’s for the night. I figured you’d want some peace and quiet after,” Eddie pauses, “um, after everything.”
Buck blinks, “Oh.” He’d really been looking forward to seeing Christopher...
“Buck? Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“You’re crying...”
Buck blinks again and wipes at his face. Eddie’s right, his face is wet with tears. “I don’t know.” Buck keeps wiping away at them, but they just keep coming, rolling down his cheeks unbidden. “I just,” he sniffles, “I thought Christopher would be home,” he hiccups on a sob, embarrassed by this outburst. “I just really wanted to see him and he’s not here and I---” he cuts himself off burying his face in his hands, “I fucked up.” he cries. “Th-this is the second time.”
Eddie pulls Buck into his arms and drags them down onto the couch. “Buck, baby, what do you mean? Talk to me.”
Buck shakes his head, burrowing himself deeper into his boyfriends’ arms. “I--I lost Ch-Chris, in the ts-tsunami and n-now I lost this one. I’m s-so s-s-sorry.” he cries, his frame shaking with every wrecked sob.
Eddie’s eyes go wide and immediately he lifts Buck’s face up from his shoulder, “Buck, no, no, you look at me right now, this is not your fault, we didn’t know you were pregnant, and that time, during the tsunami, that was not your fault, you did the best you could in an impossible situation and the way Christopher tells it, you saved him. Do you have any idea how much that kid loves you? How much I love you? Buck, I need you to know I don’t hold that against you the same way I would never hold this miscarriage against you. Please, I need you to believe that.” he begs, tears of his own streaming down his face now.
Buck lets out another sob, “Y-you mean that?”
Eddie wraps his arms around the other man and squeezes. “I do. I swear I do.”
They spend a long time on the couch, holding one another, crying, until eventually Buck is so exhausted he physically can’t cry another tear more.
Eddie continues to sit there, rubbing his back gently, “I know it’s late, but considering everything that’s happened I don’t think my abuela would mind if we went and picked Christopher up right now, if you want?”
Buck nods against him, sniffling. “Please.”
It’s nearing midnight and the radio is playing some sad song, and Eddie is loath to wake up his boys.
In the backseat Buck’s breathing has finally evened out as he gives into some much needed sleep, with Christopher tucked up against his side, also sound asleep, his little hand latching onto Buck’s t-shirt.
He can see their home from here, but instead of pulling into the driveway, Eddie decides a few more laps around the block won’t hurt...
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