#let me build this man in my head. hes a cook yay we love working class we love food service solitarity xoxo

[hertwood]

every morsel of information this boy gives me abt him is just new decoration in the mind palace

[dotster001]

A Feast For a Prefect and a Belle

Summary: Lilia x gn!reader implied Clavis x au gn!reader. Your boyfriend has returned to the culinary crucible...and now he has a new teacher. This may be it for you.

A/N: happy Thanksgiving to my American followers...enjoy this food your boyfriends have cooked for you 😊

Clavis Lelouch, third prince of Rhodolite, had gone to bed with his lover one evening, and woken up in a completely different building. After taking stock of his surroundings, and ascertaining that he was not in danger, he decided to do what he did best.

Find trouble.

Luckily, it wasn't hard to find.

He had wandered into what looked like a dining hall, and watched as a wall of flame burst out of the door in the adjoining kitchen. After the fire had burst out, three ghosts in chef hats flew out of the kitchen in a hurry, all looking horrified.

They spotted Clavis, and one of them grabbed his shoulder.

"You. You can cook right?" He said hurriedly.

"Of course! Every gentleman should know how to cook," Clavis said with a grin.

The ghost shoved him in the direction of the kitchen.

"Good. Please teach him," then all three ghosts fled.

Clavis entered the kitchen, and saw who he was.

"Ah! You must be my new teacher! Lilia Vanrouge," Lilia extended a hand to Clavis.

"Clavis Lelouch," Clavis said, returning the handshake. 

Both men eyed each other for a moment, recognizing the light in each other's eyes. Clavis' Grin grew.

"Let's get cooking."

                                    ….

You had been randomly chosen as a judge for the culinary crucible. You loved your boyfriend, but you had fought to get out of "your duties" as a judge, not wanting to be the one to taste his cooking. The ghosts had sworn that they wouldn't pair you up with him, so you had relaxed and agreed to help.

As you waited for the person who you were supposed to judge,  the ghost who had gone into the kitchen to check the progress reemerged looking even whiter than usual. As a feat like that was near impossible, you knew you'd been tricked.

Before you could run, the other two ghosts held you firmly to the chair, whispering apologies as you struggled to flee your fate.

The other ghost came over and said, "I'm sorry, Y/N, but as his partner, you're the only one we know who has built up an immunity to it."

You were about to say something particularly nasty, when Lilia happily skipped out of the kitchen holding … oh my God…what was that?!?!

"Y/N! My Turtle Dove! My little Bat!" He set the…thing…down in front of you, and floated over the table to kiss your cheek. "I'm so happy you are my judge! But don't go easy on me, just because you are head over heels for me."

"Okay," you said in a whimper. You stared at the rainbow steak(?) With googly eyes and horns for a solid five minutes. Lilia patiently waited, looking very excited.

In your intense staring, you failed to notice a second person emerging from the warzone.

"What do they think about…Y/N? You're here too?" You looked up at an unfamiliar man with silvery purple hair and yellow eyes, and a wicked smile you recognized from your own boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You asked, trying to distract Lilia from the fact you hadn't eaten your food yet. Of course it didn't work.

"This is Clavis, my new culinary instructor. Now try your stew! I think you'll enjoy it!" Lilia said, clapping his hands.

"You don't know me?" Clavis' smile faltered, nearly imperceptible. You opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted as Lilia took a spoon and put the stew(!?!) Into your mouth.

The texture…oh God the texture….there was no world where this used to be stew. But the flavors….

"Actually," you said, biting back the nausea from the textures your mouth was dealing with. "It has no flavor!" 

The ghosts who had been holding you in the chair breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, so ten out of ten for flavor, ten out of ten for the monster visuals, and you pass. Yay!" You spit all that out as fast as possible, and made to run out of the room, but Clavis interrupted you with a mock scowl.

"How many times have I told you, my dear Belle. That's a rabbit, not a monster," he said, smoothly taking your hand and pressing it to his chest. 

Suddenly, Lilia was wrapping his arms tightly around you from behind, and if how his head was sitting on top of yours was any indication, he was in his adult form.

Before you could question it, he asked, "Actually, I noticed your aura is different, Clavis. Are you from Y/N's world?" 

"No"-"Yes" you said over the top of one another.

Both of you looked at each other in confusion. Then, Lilia laughed.

"Ah! You must be from an alternate dimension. You see," he nuzzled into your neck. "This is MY Y/N. You must have a different Y/N in your universe."

Clavis' eyes widened in shock. "Ah…that makes sense." 

Then you were yanked from Lilia's grasp as Clavis pulled you close.

"Then you'll let me borrow yours until I can go home, right Lilia?" He purred in your ear, making your pulse rush. "You'd do that for your favorite teacher?" 

"Fu Fu…no," Lilia laughed, pulling you back into his arms.

"Alas, I shall have to win them over with my culinary expertise," Clavis said with a mock sigh.

"Not if I do first!" Lilia cackled. 

Hearing that, your blood rushed in your ears, and your vision went blurry, and you blacked out.

[echotunes]

everyone go watch hardcore hermits immediately

[video description/transcript:

A compilation of clips from all three seasons of ZIT Hardcore Hermits. The first clip is from Impulse's POV of season 1 and shows him and Tango inside an acacia village house. A two block deep hole is right in front of the door, with a zombie villager inside.

Impulse, cheerily: It's totally safe in here! Tango: [falls in the pit] (screams) NOO! Impulse: Ohh, Tango! Tango: Why would you do thi—?!

The next clip is from Zedaph's POV. The three of them are in a cave, and he has the advancement screen open.

Tango: I've done no... husbandry. Zed & Impulse: (laugh) Tango: I'm husbandless. Zed: Um... I always considered you to be the wife of the three of us, anyway, so. Tango: Oh, oh really, oh really? Zed: (laughs)

Zed is in bed inside an acacia village house, next to two other beds occupied by Impulse and Tango.

Impulse: Zed said "get in bed," I did not question.

The night ends and they all wake up, with Zed and Tango spawning in the same place so the entire screen is briefly taken up by the inside of Tango's face.

Zed: Oh! Tango, we're... cuddling. Okay, um... Tango: Well, that was...

Zed is walking behind Impulse in a cave.

Zed: He is sooo naked right now. Impulse: Mm-hm. So naked.

Zed is standing in the acacia village house, and Impulse and Tango have both just gotten the Hot Stuff advancement.

Tango: Oh! Oh, I got Hot Stuff too! Impulse: Yay! Heh heh! Zed: You two are getting hot stuff without me! Tango: You got—you so hot stuff-less. Zed, sadly: I want hot stuff!

The three of them are in a cave next to a pool of lava. (Zed POV)

Zed: Remember I drowned? Slightly? Impulse: Oh no, you did!

Tango looks at the ground and shakes his head.

Zed: (laughs) Tango: You took drown damage? Impulse: Oh my gosh. Zed: Yeah, I was tryna kill a fish!

Tango looks at Impulse.

Tango: Impulse, we got our work cut out for us, man. Impulse: (laughing) I know, dude! Tango: We got our work cut out for us here.

They are in the same cave, but this clip is from Tango's POV.

Zed: What a dangerous time! Tango: That almost burned my bits right off, man—! Let's not put that there. Zed: (laughs) We need to protect your bits at all costs. Tango: They— Protect all of them.

The next clip is also in a cave, from Zed's POV.

Tango: —by the way. Zed: I have taken more damage from drowning myself than I have from creeper explosions. Tango & Impulse: (laugh)

Zed and Tango are inside the acacia village house.

Zed: I'm an amazing person. Tango: Feather up! Zed: This is— Did you not know this? Tango: Aww. Zed: You seem surprised!

They are in the Nether, and Zed has just gotten the Take Aim advancement, then kills a ghast with his second bow shot.

Zed, triumphantly: Did you ever doubt me? Impulse: Oh my goodness. Tango: You're wasting arrows?! Zed, taken aback: Well! Wasting, what do you mean, wasting?

Impulse is in spectator mode, and watching Zed and Tango in a snowy biome as Zed tries to build a Nether portal. The portal is one block too high, as he has accidentally incorporated one of the corner cobblestone blocks into the portal frame itself.

Impulse: Wait, wait! Zed: That's my job! Tango: (laughing) Oh my god! Impulse: Oh my goodness, that is the worst portal ever, they don't even connect. Zed: What am I doing?! (laughing) Tango: (still laughing) That is the derpiest end portal ever!

Zed and Tango are in a two by one block tunnel in the Nether, and Tango is in front of him, mining the tunnel.

Impulse: Um... Zed: What a great view I've got from back here. Impulse: Yeah. Tango: (crouches rapidly while "ba-ba-ba"ing a tune) Impulse: Woah, easy there. Zed: (laughs) Shake it.

The next clip is from Impulse's POV during season 2. He is walking towards the shrine.

Impulse: Yes, I love being smart!

Impulse is standing in a spruce forest, cooking steak in a furnace.

Tango: Yeah, I gotta cook too. Impulse, sadly: I'm so hungy!

Impulse and Tango are inside their season 2 house, and Impulse has the crafting screen open.

Impulse: It's very breezy down here. (laughs) Tango: I go— (laughing) Things are... flapping...

Impulse is in a cave and puts his shield up to protect himself from a creeper explosion.

Impulse, in a goofy, forcefully bright voice: Everything's okay!

Zed is inside their season 2 dirt hut.

Tango: There's, uh, cactus in the processed chest out there if—in case I didn't make that clear. Impulse, sounding frustrated: Mmm. Zed: Um, okay. Yes. Thank you. Need blue stuff... Oh, oh, Tango, have you got cactus? You said you got cactus, right? Tango: Are you serious right now?

Zed is still inside the hut.

Tango: I'm afraid to drown, though, not gonna lie. Zed: Um, again, you don't have to lie to us. We're your friends!

Impulse is running inside the hut and gets into bed.

Impulse, sounding strained: Me too! Tango: This is terrifying, I'm digging up. Impulse, in a sing-song voice: Samesies! Zed: Samesies!

Impulse is in the hut, crafting.

Impulse: Zeda—Zedaph likes to walk around naked, though, so that's, that's— Tango: Alright, I gotta go faster than this. Impulse: That's, like, that's nothing new, y'know.

In season 3, the three of them are crossing a river into a grassy plains biome.

Tango: Oh, do we ge—are we gonna breed? Zed: Well. I mean, we might breed them.

They are on top of a mountain overlooking a spruce village, and Impulse watches Zed kill a snow golem in one hit.

Tango: —s of... iron. Impulse: Bam! Zed: Ha ha! Tango: Good job, good job. Impulse: You are—you are so strong, Zedaph. That was one hit.

Zed throws a snowball at Impulse's face.

Tango: Alright— Impulse: (laughs) Zed: Thank you. Tango: I'll— (laughs)

Impulse watches Zed standing next to a pair of skeletons in a cave entrance. The skeletons are standing very close together, and not attacking them.

Impulse: Zed? Zed: What are they doing? Tango: Go on, Zed! Just go up and swing your sword! Impulse: Are they—are they in love?

One of the skeletons moves into the daylight and catches fire.

Zed: Fine! Impulse: Are they in love with each other? Tango: (laughs) Zed: They're i— (laughs) They're in love. Impulse: (laughs) Aw, man!

They are in a cave, and Zed runs forward to kill a creeper that is focused on Impulse or Tango.

Zed: This creeper wants one of you guys so badly.

They are in a cave next to some furnaces. Zed walks up to Tango.

Zed: Bed me!

They are still in the cave. Impulse is looking through some furnaces.

Zed: (laughs) Tango: Am I sleeping with you g—am I— (in a deeper voice) Am I sleeping with you guys? Impulse: (laughs) Tango: Are we sleeping, or not, okay. Impulse: Gosh, you and your propositions this season! (laughs) Tango: (laughs)

Impulse kills a Drowned out in the ocean.

Tango: —here, waiting for something to spawn. Impulse: Ha ha! (with a French accent) Hon hon! Zed: Ooh! Tango: Oh, nice work! Impulse: I don't know why I got French all of a sudden. Tango: Oh, I see f—

The three of them are in a ravine in the Nether.

Impulse: There's no way we're gonna find a fortress like this. Zed: We do have to kill a pig—pigman. Tango: This is ridiculous.

Impulse walks a couple of blocks forward to look down the ravine, and spots a Nether fortress extending into the ravine.

Impulse: Oh— (laughs) hey, I found a fortress!

Tango is standing on land, with his inventory open.

Tango: (laughs) Hee hee. Zed: Just take a— (amused) You s—Michael Jackson. Okay, let's, um— Tango: (high-pitched, doing a Michael Jackson impression) Hee hee!

Impulse is in a boat in the ocean, following Zed, who is also in a boat.

Impulse: I'm looking at Zed. Yeah. Zed: You're looking at my... beautiful behind. Tango: Where did you guys go? Impulse: I'm lookin' at the back of your beautiful head, Zed.

Tango is walking up a narrow staircase to the acacia village house from season 1.

Tango: But now we got fifteen diamonds, is there anything else— I mean, we could save it for the hoes... Zed: (laughs) Impulse: Wait, what? Tango: (laughing) Oh, the hoes need the diamond! Impulse: Oh! (laughing) Tango: Ah, the jokes! The jokes, ah, they keep on rolling here, yup, uh huh. (laughing) Impulse: (still laughing) I was a little confused there for a minute! Zed: (laughing) What game are we playing? Impulse: Like, "what game are we playing?" (all laugh)

end VD/transcript.]

[littlepadika]

it’s the steve anon hehe!!!! ahh that sounds so nice 🥺 i’m not really fussy. maybe like a colombian summery sundress kind of vibe? i like the legal!! age gap stuff, innocent reader who is such a juxtaposition to the stuff he sees at work... that kind of thing :) but no pressure ofc just a suggestion 💗

Darling, you are not annoying me!!! I love getting messages 🥰 Would you like an anon name or just "steve anon"??

My savior complex is awakening🌅. YES INDEED we love dark characters getting attracted to innocent reader! To your second point, Connie was a nurse and i could definitely see (imagine Steve is single) that he would be attracted to a nurse reader who is always patching him up. I read a lot of Steve fics for inspo and I had a hard time choosing which idea to go with but here it is... I hope you likie😘

Warnings: fem!reader, legal age gap, neighbor!steve, Steve is single in this, fluffy, meet cute

"What the hell do we do with it?"

"I don't know... just let it go? There are tons of strays in the city."

"No, man, we can't." Steve frowned looking down at the helpless creature. It was cowering in the house Javier and Steve just raided. It seemed to be abandoned, the poor thing. It was on the mutt, maybe only 30 pounds. It looked up at them both with big sad eyes. Steve picked it up without much of a fuss. It seemed to relax in his arms, licking his hand. "I'll bring it home and see if I can find someone to take it."

"I think it's a female." Javi bent over to inspect.

"You would know." Steve rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." Javier gave his partner a playful shove. "You owe me ten dollars if you end up keeping her."

"I won't. Just until I find a good home." Steve gave the dog a scratch.

He spent a whole afternoon taking photos and scanning them onto the advertisement. Javier teased that Steve should have gone into the arts. He posted the signs around his apartment complex and his office building.

About a week later he got a call.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Mr. Murphy?" Your light voice answered. "I saw your ad. I'm interested in the dog."

"Oh great!" He looked down at her, curled up on the rug by the sofa. "Um..." He tried to think of how one goes about giving a dog away. "If it's alright I'd like to ask you some questions, you know, see if it's a good fit."

"Sure. I live in the apartment building. One floor down. Is it okay if I just come by later today?"

"Yeah sure."

Steve couldn't help but feel a little sad at the prospect of not seeing the sweet girl again. She was well behaved, though a little skittish.

You arrived an hour later. You had seen Steve around the building. He stood out with his blonde hair and blue eyes. People whispered that he was an American spy like James Bond. He certainly looked the part in your opinion. You'd be lying if you said you were only interested in his dog.

"Come on in." Steve let in. "I'm Steve Murphy."

"Pleasure." You shook his hand and introduced yourself. He was much taller than you thought he would be. You had to crane your neck to look up at him. His blue eyes were piercing, shinning from some internal source. You blinked rapidly under their brightness.

"And this is... the dog!" Steve went over and picked her up.

"Does she have a name?" You asked, finding it odd Steve was just referring to her as a dog.

"No. I found her a few weeks ago. There was no tag or anything."

"Poor baby." You cooed, letting her sniff your hand before petting her.

"Yeah. She's trained and all that. Really quiet most of the time. She gets scared at night if there's a loud noise or something."

"I can't imagine what she's been through out there all alone. Until one day the nice man rescued you, right?" You used an infantile voice reflexively when speaking to the dog. You didn't see the way Steve swallowed harshly when you referred to him as a nice man. He wanted to hold onto that as long as he could.

"Can I hold her?" You asked holding out your arms.

"Oh right. Sure." Steve let you take over. He felt his heart melt watching you nuzzle the little dog whispering endearment into its fur. It had been so long since he'd seen decency let alone innocence like you. You would be the perfect owner for the dog.

"You're right she's so quiet." You set her on the ground watching her go back to her favorite spot by the sofa.

"So you live in the building?" Steve asked trying to make small talk, trying in vain not to admire you in your pretty dress. The way your tits were accentuated by the sweetheart neckline. He tried to remember the last time he’s spoken to a woman without an ulterior motive. "I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah. I'm working most nights at the hospital so... that's probably why."

"Well stay safe out there. It's dangerous." He warned, his eyes darkening as he thought of the attacks around the city. He would be devastated if you were caught up in those. His shift in demeanor was not missed on you. You wanted to run your hands over his face until it softened. You wanted to ease whatever pain was going on behind those cerulean eyes. He was staring at the ground with his jaw clenched. You tentatively placed a hand on his bicep, feeling it tense under your touch.

"I'm always careful, Mr. Murphy" You blushed a little when he turned his intense gaze on you. "It's good though..." You withdrew your hand reluctantly "for the dog because I can spend all day with her. She can sleep while I'm gone."

"Right." Steve nodded trying to get back to the matter at hand. He definitely did not think about pulling your warm body against him. "Well, I think you're great for her. So... you can have her."

"Yay!" You clapped your hands together bouncing on the balls of your feet. He laughed softly at your little happy dance. "How much?"

"Nah it's a good fit. It's free."

"Are you sure, Mr. Murphy?"

"Steve." He corrected you.

"Steve." You repeated with a grin.

"I have dog food and everything. I'll just give it to you." Steve opened a cupboard and you frowned when you saw it was practically empty. He's out being a hero and not eating anything! That just didn't sit right with you.

"Can I at least make you dinner or something?"

"I wouldn't say no to that. I'm a terrible cook." Steve rubbed his mustache absentmindedly.

"You're really busy so it's understandable." You come to his defense. "We can head to mine and I'll make something real fast?"

"Sounds great. I'll bring the beer." He grinned boyishly. "Do you like beer?"

"Love it." You assured him.

"Come on, girl." Steve patted his thigh calling to the dog on the floor. She perked up trotting over to you both. "Ready to see your new home?"

The dog became your connection. Steve would check on her while you were at work. He would accompany you on walks to the dog park when he had the time. He started having dinner with you most nights, offering to drive you to the night shift. When you inevitably kissed him on your sofa, the dog lying on the floor between your feet, he kissed you back. Domesticity became a habit and for once he didn't let his fear talk himself out of it. You named the dog Angelita. You explained it meant "heavenly messenger". Steve thought this was fitting because Angelita brought him to his heaven, to you.

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[lizamango]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 4/?

A/N: Yay I’ve managed to bang out another chapter before I get too busy this weekend. This is seriously the slowest burn fic I have ever written!

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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@buckylokisimp​​, @white-wolf-buckaroo​​, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies,  @yaszx​

Word Count: 3117​

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~

Warnings: cursing

Chapter Summary: Steve trusts you and you face the Winter Soldier

Chapter 4: IT WAS ALL A LIE

I wake up in a new car with Rogers driving.

“Where are we?” I ask groggily.

“Goin’ back to DC. Goin’ to someone I trust,” he responds keeping his eyes on the road.

“Didn’t realise you had friends. Other than me, of course,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood even though we almost got blown up.

“So we’re friends now, huh?” he says, playing along.

I shrug but it causes a pang in my side and I hiss at the pain.

“You alright?”

“I’ll be fine. Don’t have enhanced speedy healing but I’ll cope. Give me an ibuprofen and I’ll be good as new.” I sigh, staring out the window.

“You sure that’s not an act to distract me from the fact you called me Steve and not Rogers or Captain?” he says, teasing.

I roll my eyes dramatically. Of course he picked that up. “Slip of the tongue.”

“Whatever you say… friend. Pal. Buddy,” he chuckles, amused at his own joke. Like a grandpa.

“Oh my gosh, anyone ever tell you you’re really annoying?”

He quiets down and the mood shifts notably. More somber. “Someone did.”

I frown, I thought he didn’t have anyone special… The car comes to a stop and before I could ask for more, even though I know he wouldn’t give it, he gets out of the car.

“Where are we, really?”

“Trust me.” I do.

I follow him up the steps and he knocks on the door. I look around, suspicious and skeptical, the sound of the door opening brings my attention to the owner of the house. Huh, the guy I saw when I first picked the Captain up for that cursed mission.

“Hey, man,” Sam says in shock.

“I’m sorry about this. But we need a place to lay low.”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” I add.

“Not everybody,” he steps aside and Steve and I walk in. “Bathroom’s through that hallway and there’s a spare room right across from it… I’ll go and… make you something to eat. If you guys do that sort of thing.”

I chuckle softly and Steve lets me go wash up first. I splash water in my face and take a breath, something I couldn’t do until now. I stare hard at my reflection and I look as lost and tired as I feel. I find a small towel and take it with me, sitting on the bed and drying off. Steve freshens up next and goes to sit in front of me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I respond a little too quickly.

“What’s going on?”

“I guess… SHIELD’s been my life for so long. I thought I knew what it was… that it did good, helped people. I thought that everything I did, every mission I filled was the right thing, the good thing. But what if it wasn’t? Whoever gave those orders could have been using me. Using us all. If we’re the bad guys then… the people I’ve… crossed off… they could have been good guys.” I put the towel down and sigh. “I owe you, Rogers.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

“I really thought… HYDRA was gone.”

“Well, yeah so did I, I killed their leader.”

“No… there’s something else.”

I know he’s frowning as he looks at me. “What?”

“I told you about Romanoff’s mission in Odessa… after that I was put undercover. Two years, deep. As a scientist researching the super soldier serum; from Romanoff’s debrief that seemed like the best option for a cover story. We had to find out about these threats that came outta nowhere. HYDRA picked me up. We never even considered them, I didn’t know it was them until later so I told Fury. At first… he thought it was just pockets, ya know? Thugs. People who wanted to take the reputation HYDRA had to scare competition. They had a secret… I kept coming up with nothing in my three-monthly check ins but I felt like I was close. Anyone interested in the serum had to know something, right? Then we found you and… I don’t know, maybe if Fury didn’t pull me out, I would have found the Winter Soldier and Fury wouldn’t be dead.”

“You didn’t know. No one did. These aren’t thugs. They’re organised and have been for a long time to be able to infiltrate SHIELD like they have,” he says sternly.

“If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, now you be honest with me, would you trust me to do it?”

“I would now. You’re not a bad person, Y/N. I can see that, I don’t have to know you that well to know that. And I’m always honest,” he adds, causing a slight smile to appear on my face.

“Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out that killing the Red Skull did nothing to stop HYDRA.”

“Well,” he leans back on the chair. “I guess I just like to have a face to put on the people I’m up against.”

“Breakfast is ready…” Sam says. “If you… eat.”

“I like him,” I say.

“So do I.”

We stand and follow Sam to see the eggs, bacon and toast laid out on the table. “This is so sweet, thank you, Sam.”

He smiles. “I wanna help.” And I know it’s about providing us with a meal.

“We-we can’t ask that of you,” I say, knowing he’s not referring to cooking breakfast for us.

“You don’t have to because I’m offering.”

Steve nods. “Alright.”

“You’re just a civilian, right now,” I object.

“So are you, disgraced SHIELD agent.”

I huff, that’s fair.

Steve updates Sam on what has happened as I eat the breakfast so kindly prepared.

“So, the question is, who at SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?”

“Pierce,” Steve answers.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” I saw before having a bite of buttered toast. Yum.

“But he’s not working alone, Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

Thinking back, I go through all the names of the hostages on the ship. “So was Jasper Sitwell,” the only field officer on a ship of technicians and scientists.

Steve frowns. “So the question is how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is, you don’t,” Sam says then he places a file on the table.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a resume.”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission. That was you?” I say looking at the picture. “You didn’t say he was a pararescue,” I say to Steve. “I heard they couldn’t bring choppers in because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?”

“No. These,” Sam hands us the thicker file.

“I thought you said you were a pilot?” Steve says, surprised.

“I never said pilot.”

I finish my breakfast as they think of a plan to retrieve the… wings. The boys can handle that while I enjoy these eggs and locate Jasper Sitwell.

Steve kicks Sitwell through a rooftop door. “Tell me about Zola’s algorithm.” I follow after Steve, silently.

“Never heard of it,” the traitor says, out of breath and stumbling backwards.

“What were you doing on the Lemurian Star?”

“I was throwing up, I get sea sick.” This smartass. He almost falls back but Steve catches him, grabbing him by his shirt. He calms down and smirks. “Is this little display meant to insinuate that you’re gonna throw me off the roof? Coz it’s really not your style, Rogers.”

“You’re right. It’s not.” Steve smooths Sitwell’s jacket down. “It’s her’s.” He steps aside and I smile, kicking him off the roof as he screams. “Were you on the helicarrier when Barton tried to shoot us down?”

“What?” I say, caught off guard, as I stare down and the falling man.

“You said I had two more guesses.”

I chuckle, remembering what he was talking about. “No, I was on a short vacation by then. One more guess.”

“Where did you go?” he asks out of curiosity.

“Classified.”

“So it was a mission?”

“Classified,” I smirk. “Fine you got it outta me, I was at –“

Sam comes up with a still screaming Jasper who is dropped behind us.

“To be continued,” Steve comments as we approach the agent.

“Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing Insight’s targets.”

“What targets?”

“You. The TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city, Bruce Banner, Hank Pym, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA. Now… or in the future.”

“The future?” Steve repeats. “How could it know?”

Sitwell chuckles. “How could it not?”

“The 21st century is a digital book,” he stands up, meeting Steve’s eyes. “Zola taught HYDRA how to read it. Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“What then?” I ask, frowning.

He looks at me as if he’s noticed what he has revealed. “Pierce is gonna kill me…”

“What then?” I repeat.

“The Insight helicarriers cross people off that list. A few million at a time.”

Well Shit.

We get into a car, dragging Sitwell with us and we drive to the Triskelion.

“Insight launches in 16 hours, we’re cutting this a little close, fellas.”

Steve explains our plan of action which to no one’s surprise, Sitwell objects to. Before he can continue his rant there is a thud on the roof and an arm pulls him out through the car window.

I watch after him, seeing the metal arm of the Winter Soldier grabbing a gun from his holster. Moving fast, I slip through the two front seats and into Rogers’ lap, pulling his head forward to protect him as the Soldier shoots from the back seat to the front. Before the bullets reach us, Steve pulls on the break, causing the Soldier to fall forwards. Grabbing one of the guns, I aim but we get hit by a SHIELD Humvee from behind, causing me to drop the gun and the car to push forward toward the Asset. I fish for the gun, grabbing it as the steering wheel is ripped out of the car and Sam’s hands.

“Shit!”

I shoot after the Asset but he jumps off and onto the Humvee as we glide through the road, no way to control the car. We roll and Steve grabs each of us as we surf on the detached car door. The Soldier launches a bazooka at us but Steve pushes me away as I start running for cover so he takes the shot.

I dodge gunfire and moving cars, jumping off the bridge and using a grappling hook to safely get myself down and run but seeing his shadow, I stop just before the bridge and start shooting until he takes cover. I move to a cable car as the pissed off Asset rains bullets at my previous location. I shoot back and run as the bullets chase me.

As a diversion I record myself speaking on my communicator and play it on loop, placing it behind a row of cars as I take cover. I watch as he rolls a grenade to the source of the sound and it explodes so I jump up, using a car as a step up and kicking him in the face. I wrap my legs around him as I use my retractable steel bracelet to wrap around his neck as a garrotte but he gets his hands through and walks backwards, slamming me against a car. He gets his hands on me and throws to off of him and into another car. Geez. Before he shoots at me I grab an electric disc off my bracelet, throwing it at his arm to temporarily disable it as I run for my life.

“Get out of the way! Get away!” I yell at the panicking civilians then I feel a bullet pierce right through me. Stunned, I stumble backwards, resting on a car. I hear the soldier land not too far from my position and our eyes meet briefly as he aims at me. Steve runs in, giving me a chance to get away. Finally. Fuck me, why did I have to be the one to deal with him? As the two fight, I manage to get a hold of a dropped gun and slowly make my way back to them.

Steve flips the soldier over whose mask falls off as he lands. He turn around and I notice Steve’s stance stiffens.

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell’s Bucky?” the Asset asks. Sam kicks him, sending him flying but he’s too distracted, shaken to go after him. His eyes go wild, confused and lost as he looks at the mask now on the ground. He takes out a gun, aiming for Steve and instead of shooting directly at him I purposely target for behind him.

I recognize the STRIKE team’s vehicles coming for us and there’s no where to run. Agents put handcuffs on me and walk to the their vehicle, doing the same to Steve and Sam, confiscating their weapons and loading us up.

“What happened back there, Steve?” I ask. “Isn’t Bucky… your childhood friend?” I recall from reading the history books. He was the only Howling Commando to give his life in combat and was put on the SHIELD Wall of Valor as an honorary agent.

“It was him. He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me,” he says sadly.

“How is that even possible? It was like 70 years ago,” Sam asks.

“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured in 1943, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did, helped Bucky survive the fall.”

“Zola did it to hurt you,” I say. “Using your best friend as their secret weapon, if they ever needed him to fight you. That’s why they chose him to experiment on…”

“Wow, classic evil guy tactic,” Sam comments.

“None of that is your fault, Steve,” I say softly.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

“Y/N, you’re bleeding badly,” Sam notices. “We need to get a doctor here. If we don’t put pressure on that wound, she’s gonna bleed out here in the truck.”

The masked agent pulls out an electrified baton, causing Sam to stop talking and jump back. They don’t use it on him though as they flip it in their hand to hit their partner who groans but passes out before he could do anything.

“Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain. Who’s this guy?” Hill removes her helmet.

“Long story,” I whisper. It feels like when I talk it hurts more.

Hill accepts that and uses a laser cutter to cut a hole in the floor and we slip out.

“I have a car waiting,” Hill says. “There are still agents on the right side.”

We arrive at a dam and Steve helps me down from the SUV, allowing me to lean on him as we follow Hill.

“GSW, she’s lost at least a pint,” Hill yells.

“Maybe two,” Sam adds.

“Let me take her!” A doctor I don’t recognize says, meeting us.

“She’ll wanna see him first.” I frown, who could I possibly wanna see right now, apart from a doctor to stitch me up?

Leading us into a room, there was no way I could have expected it. Fucking Fury, of course he’s alive.

“About damn time,” he mumbles then lists all his injuries.

“You’re too stubborn to die,” I say as the doctor sits me down to attend to my gunshot.

“Why all the secrecy?” Steve asks.

“Any attempt on the Director’s life had to look successful,” Maria explains.

“Can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides, I didn’t know who to trust.”

“So we just had to get targeted by the Winter Soldier for you to trust us?” I ask.

“I trusted you, that’s why I had you go to the apartment. I knew you’d find the truth, along with Rogers.”

“Well, you’re really gonna hate what we’ve found out,” Steve says.

“Alexander Pierce is the head of HYDRA,” I say, ripping off the band aid.

Fury nods slowly, processing. “That man declined a Nobel Peace Prize. He said that peace wasn’t an achievement. It’s a responsibility,” he scoffs bitterly. “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”

“We have to stop the launch,” I say.

“I don’t think the Council is accepting my calls anymore,” Fury states. He opens a briefcase with three drives in it.

“What’s that?” Sam asks.

“Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized,” Hill briefs.

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own,” Fury adds.

“One of two won’t cut it, we need to link all three for this to work. If even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

Fury starts on his plan to rebuild SHIELD but Steve has none of it, interrupting. “We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down SHIELD.”

“SHIELD had nothing to do with this!” Fury defends.

“You gave me this mission. This is how it ends. SHIELD’s been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

“We’re meeting in this cave because I noticed.”

“How many paid the price before you did? You didn’t trust Y/N when she said she was close to something. If she had stayed, you would have realized how important that mission would be. You have to stop underestimating people, Nick. Your enemies as well as your friends.”

“Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.”

“Even if you did, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? SHIELD, HYDRA… it all goes.”

“He’s right,” Hill agrees.

“And you? You grew up in SHIELD. Trained, educated…” Fury asks me.

I shake my head. “This is the right thing to do. It was all a lie.”

“Well, looks like you’re giving the orders now, Cap.”

I find Steve on the bridge overlooking the water.

“I found the council woman. Hill had a photostatic veil ready for me to use…” I choose not to acknowledge his solemn look until he chose to.

“The other person… the one that called me annoying, was Bucky,” he starts referring to our earlier conversation. “He’s all I had. All I ever had. The day I thought I lost him was the worst day of my life.”

I place a hand on his back. “Do you think you can save him?”

“I have to try. I owe it to him to try.”

“And if you can’t? What if… he doesn’t let you?”

“He will. Suit up, it’s time.” He starts to walk and I frown.

“You’re not fighting in that are you?”

“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform.”

💖

Thanks for reading! Have a new fic idea but should probably get more of this one done before I start writing two at once but I’m so excited for it 🤩🤩😭

Chapter 5

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 Ep1

Haha, I'm in danger

Oooh, the menu screen already has an edgy feel to it wtf

I KNOW this is the season with the angst IDK if I'm ready tbh

Opening narration?

This is so ominous

White Gorilla?

Haha his name sounds like skunkape

Pfft, the boys like him even though he's a tool

There's a cathouse in their prison

The narrator has a very punchable face

Girl Stinky!

Oh? We can play as Max?

Wow, OK, so they just go straight into Max having powers

Wait, is Stinky dating Skunkape?

Not gonna lie, this tutorial is a bit tedious

Harry!

Ew, he's nearly nakey

Aw, Sam hugged Max to teleport

Max is a little too excited to be a bazooka

"Say hello to my little buddy!"

Oh thank God the tutorial is over

This narrator is super fucking pretentious and I want him to shut up

Sam patting Max's head in the opening is cute 🥺

It kind of ruins the surprise factor to have shown us so many of the toys so early tbh

Wait, why can Sam see Max's visions

Skunkape is full of bs

Omg what does this narrator have with actually starting at the beginning 😒

The Commissioner just called to check in I guess

Sam just treats Max developing powers casually

"Toys... toys... we must prepare the toys!" "That's just a typical Friday night for you, Sam!" 👀

"We could just give ourselves tongue baths, like cat and flight attendants do." "Well, OK I guess."

Seriously, how does someone walk away from these games an not realize these two are love interests

I accidentally went into the spaceship early

Oh hey, moleman death.

Also the brain is dead and we need to revive him

Superball!

Sam immediately pulling out his gun when Skunkape gets creepy with Max 🥰

"Does the general want a banana?"

Ok let's go back to the spaceship

Not sure if I like the future vision. I'm not the best at these puzzel type games but I'm worried it'll make it too easy.

Also what does skunkape want with the molemen?

C.O.P.S. are freeloaders now

They don't like Skunkape because he brought advanced technology to earth

Bluster Blaster went to Vegas with Bosco

The demons in the Desoto aren't so bad as long as we "don't turn on the ac."

"Why do we have jumper cables, neither of us know how to use them." "It's simple, Sam! The red cable clamps to the left nipple and the black cable--" "Neither of us know how to use them legally, Max."

Let's got to Stinky's!

Flint Paper us here!

Oooh, it looks different.

"Where do you keep all that change?" "In my sock, of course." "You're naked, where do you keep your sock?" "That's... none of your damn buisness."

"But your the only hairy, overweight, domineering control freak I need, Sam." "Gee thanks, Max. ...I think."

Let's talk to... Flint 😍

He just wants to focus on his spaghetti which, y'know, fair

Whoops, I made Sam try to sneak into the kitchen

Pfft ge immediately Blairs Max when he gets caught

Girl Stinky still refusing to call the boys by their names

Ok so the fry cook is missing and she's most likely lying about the power core

Of course we can't just take the demon broth

I missed Grandpa Stinky 👴

Wait, wouldn't Girl Stinky be his daughter, not his granddaughter?

Stinky knows about the space gorillas???

Time to go in the sewers!

Blah, Sybil and Abe are still together 😓

Let's visit Mama Bosco

Ooooh, Sam's scared of Mama Bosco's house

I just realized Sam and Max were the ones to cause her death (it was an accident but still)

Mama Bosco is trying

Sam & Max blipped out existence for a moment 😮

Max is refusing to go through the moleman tunnel

"I miss touching things." "Yeah, touching is my third favorite thing to do to things." *Sam and Mama give him weirded out looks* "In case anyone was curious, the second is licking."

Mama Bosco, honey, Skunkape is clearly evil

Mama basically confirming Max is going to explode. Is that where the angst comes in

Sam deliberately hitting the traffic cone made me laugh

Ok, I think I know what to do

Got the broth

Aw, Girl set herself and Gramps up for relationship councilsing.

Why the heck isn't Girl Stinky's cellphone number showing up!?

Omg I forgot to give Flint the helmet I'm so stupid that's why it didn't show up

Wait is Flint married to someone named Doris?

Flint though Stinky and Sam were in, ugh, "cahoots"

Oh, Doris is his allergy specialist

Ok, I got the battery

Yay, the brain is awake!

Oh, he almost rated us out to Skunkape by accident

Max has "the gift"

Max wants to pee on Skunkape

Superball!!!

"I'm president of the United States, why didn't I hear about it?" "It's explained in books, sir." "Oh, right."

Max holding Superball's hand 😭

Oh, wait can we go in the mole room

It's a giant toaster?

Ew all the mole juice is on the floor

Sam immediately goes to hug Sam for the teleport

"ENJOYING THE RIDE SAM!?"

"Note to self, when traveling through Max's brain, keep your eyes shut!"

I tried traveling to Sybil, it didn't work 😢

Oh, Girl Stinky's cellphone!

Oh, Grandpa Stinky has the badge

He gave all that money to Skunkape???

He's in skunkape's army now... great

Poor Max can't reach Stinky to kill him

Oh wait, I think I know what to do.

Haha suck it Gramps

Aw, Skunkape doesn't appreciate him 😢

Let's go back to Mama Bosco

Oooh, Shiny pidgeon

"It's an engagement ring." "Sam, this is so sudden! I-I don't know what to say!" "Quiet, bonehead!"

Can... Can I use the ring on Max?

I can!

The fact that Sam seriously considers proposing to Max right there has me like 🥺💕

At least they're married in the cartoon 💍

I'm just going to play that cutscene again

The doorgorilla won't let us in let's teleport

Ok then! We got thrown out

Let's use the crimetron

Aw, they named the thingy bobber from the sewer Carol

Oooh Pizza

The pigeon actually ate the phone

"Pick up that phone, Max." "I'm not touching it!" "*sighs*"

Oh cool, I like pawn shops

Sam, honey the fact that you could pick up a manhole cover at all is impressive. Those things can weigh anywhere between 70-300 lbs.

New headcanon that Sam has super strength, he's just oblivious to it

Haha, and I thought the space ape was going to slip on the peel

Oh wait, I think I just figured out how to get rid of the space apes at Momma Boscos

Hahaha gorilla fall on other gorilla

Ew, naked mole man

Max looking adoringly at the toy store

Oh, so this is the part they get kidnapped

Ew, the narrator is back 😕

"You'd be surprised just how many fetishes there are that involve Sam and me."

Oh, so Girl Stinky and Skunkape aren't dating

Skunkape sent her a dick pic?!?!?

Oh wow, he really turned it around on us, huh.

How did they not notice the bomb on Max's back until now

Sam smacked Max and now he's just.... hovering in the air

Well, that was easy to get out of

Mama Bosco saved us sort of

Queen 👑

Oh Momma, you crazy inventor

Oh, so we're turning their building into an alternate dimension

"You keep coming up with creepy disaster scenarios that always end with you eating me. It's getting annoying." "If you don't like it then stop looking so damned tasty."

Molemam cultists

The boys' first instinct upon seeing a creepy box is to pull a pandora

Max pointing and laughing as Skunkape gets sucked away is everything

Ew Narrator is back again

Skeleton Sam and Max????

[amethystroselilith]

Intertwined Fates (Chilumi/Zhonglumi) - Chapter 5

Yea so... uhm... I may or may have been addicted to anime during vacation and the next thing I knew, uni started again and uhm... we're a month in now... So much for me promising to be active in writing smh...

Also, I learned how to add pictures! Chapter 3 is updated for the ring picture :)

Can be read in ao3 here

SUMMARY:

Plans don't always go the way it is

Lumine can’t help but smile as Qiqi’s laughter filled their living room. Her heart can’t help but melt at the sight of her future husband, and her father pretends to be monsters and make fool of themselves to entertain the little girl. Lumine can’t help but chuckle to herself, her daughter completely has these powerful men wrapped around her little fingers.

“A beach wedding is such a wonderful idea, Lumine! Your aunties and I have founded these locations so far, if they’re not to your liking, just tell me, okay? Your mother will make sure to make your dream wedding happen!” her mother beamed beside her as she splayed out the pictures of potential beach locations on the coffee table in front of them.

Never did Lumine thought there will come a time when her mother and herself will bond like this. Upon confirming their engagement, her mother had been ecstatic; messaging Lumine all potential wedding ideas she can, even creating a board on Pinterest.

While it may be annoying to Lumine, she can’t deny that she’s excited herself. She gently shrugged her mother off at first, claiming that she’s busy with work, but one boring evening when Ajax was busy fixing something at work in his home office, the blonde woman opened the app to see what her mother is up to. She looked through the grand ideas her mother had pinned, they were mostly wedding dresses and accessories. The more Lumine browses, the more her mind starts imagining a wedding scenario, and the next thing she knows, she’s saving beach wedding-related pins and a phone call from her mother popped out of her screen.

Ajax joined mid-conversation and was surprised, and secretly elated that his bride also shares the same excitement of them officially tying the knot.

Never did Ajax thought he would be so invested in wedding planning, he’s more invested in the honeymoon part, but after listening to his fiancée and soon to be mother-in-law for a while, he can’t help but fall in love with the beach wedding idea and started looking at ideas on his own phone, which granted him a collaboration in the Pinterest board they’re working on.

After a promise of her mother looking for venues, the two-hour conversation ended with an excited soon to be wed couple.

A few days after that night, Lumine can’t help but think of her grand day every time she has the chance to. She had been bright during work, always humming softly as she works. Her glow had affected everyone in the bakery, even Xiao who smiled softly and even suggested something for the wedding cake, which Aether will be in charge of.

It surprised the twins, making them stare at Xiao long enough for the said man to be embarrassed and murmured something to forget about it until Lumine expressed her delight at the idea.

The original idea was a beach-themed cake, with the usual sand-like crumbs and seashells. Xiao instead suggested a baby blue coloured cake with frosting smudged on the cake to look like waves.

The day then ended with Xiao and Aether presenting a drawing of their combined ideas, Aether adding some white roses to complete the look.

(AN: Source: https://emmalovesweddings.com/summer-beach-wedding-cakes/summer-beach-wedding-cake-ideas/)

Lumine is in love with it.

“Have you two decided on the wedding date yet by the way?” her mother pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Well, we’re thinking a sunny Summer wedding will be nice? It fits the whole beach wedding theme, and coincidentally, that’s the time Ajax and I will don’t have to worry much about work.” Lumine answered, “It’s also going to be Qiqi’s first Summer at the beach.” she smiled at the scene last night, Qiqi’s eyes wide and curious as Ajax talks about the beach.

Qiqi had never been a huge fan of being under the sun, always preferring to stay under the shade, but from the looks of last night, her daughter seemed to be willing to give it a try, the seashell hunting and castle building especially.

Her mother took note of it on her phone, “Got it, now go ahead and look at these locations, I’ll contact them as soon as we get home.” she smiled.

Lumine hummed as she looked at the potential venues, they look great to Lumine so far, she appreciates the notes her mother stick with the pictures showcasing what each location is known and loved for.

She’s really invested in it, and Lumine wonders where all this energy is when it was her and Zhongli-

Before she could dwell on the thought, she shook her head, gaining a curious look from her mother.

“Sorry, something caught in my eye.” she shrugged it off while pretending to rub her eyes.

She went over the venues again, she managed to pick her top 3 favourites before calling for her groom to be, “Ajax, can you help me choose between these?”

The scene before her paused with Qiqi laughing as she pretends to fly as Ajax holds her up while her grandfather pretends to catch her.

“Sure, wanna help Mama and Papa choose the wedding venues, Qiqi?” Ajax cooed before sitting next to Lumine, putting Qiqi on his lap.

“Yes, Qiqi wants lots of seashells.” the little girl replied as she looked at the pictures.

“I’m sure all of them have lots of seashells, dear.” her grandmother chuckled.

Her mother is right, so it doesn’t really narrow down Lumine’s options, “How about you?” she asked Ajax, intertwining her fingers with his.

Ajax hummed, giving Lumine’s hand a kiss as he looked at the options, Qiqi giggled and offered her own hand, to which Ajax chuckled and give it a light kiss as well before ruffling her hair.

“They’re all good to me.” he shrugged.

“Ah, as helpful as your father was when we were planning our wedding.” her mother joked.

“Hey, I just trust your taste more than mine.” her father defended as he sat next to his wife.

Ajax was about to use the same excuse, but Lumine glared at him, “Don’t you dare.”

He raised his hands in defence, “Alright how about this, we close our eyes and let fate pick?”

Lumine raised an eyebrow.

“What? They’re your top 3 favourites, right? And we can’t choose, so why not give it a try?” Ajax shrugged.

Lumine sighed but agree, “Well, why not?”

With their hands together, they closed their eyes.

Their parents can’t help but laugh, Qiqi giggling in anticipation as she waits for the answer.

Their fingers grabbed a picture.

They opened their eyes,

‘Cool Isle’, it read.

~~~

“Qiqi wants beach wedding too,” Qiqi says, effectively freezing Ajax from cooking.

Lumine snickered from the table, watching and waiting for the man’s reaction. It was almost dinner time when her parents left, so they decided to hang out in the kitchen while Ajax prepares their meal, Qiqi’s colouring on her notebook while Lumine decided to just randomly film themselves. It’s a thing that she loves to do, documenting some of their lives to look back to in the future, and now looks like an interesting memory to laugh at someday.

Ajax turned to them with a tight smile, “No.”

Qiqi pouted, “Why not?”

“Because you’re my baby Qiqi and you’ll be forever, therefore, you’re not allowed to get married,” Ajax explained, pouting when he saw Lumine snickering with no intention of stopping their daughter from her terrifying plan.

“But why?”

“You’ll get three storytimes later if you promise not to get married.”

“Four!”

“Deal. You got that on camera right, love?” Ajax turned to Lumine.

“Oh my god.” Lumine laughed but nodded, “Yeah, I did.”

“You heard that yourself future Qiqi,” Ajax said at the camera.

“Four stories, yay!” the little girl hummed, bouncing lightly as she coloured.

The rest of the evening went quietly, they do their routines, Qiqi falling asleep midway through her first story, and now Ajax and Lumine are cuddling on their bed, the blonde having her back against her lover’s chest while his hands trace random shapes on her hip.

“What are you thinking about?” Lumine asked as she turned to face Ajax.

“Just you walking down the aisle dressed like the goddess you are.” he grinned.

“Really now?” Lumine raised an eyebrow, but Ajax can still see the smile she’s hiding.

“Well, trying to imagine what’s underneath the dress but it doesn’t sound as romantic now, does it?” Ajax teased, earning a playful smack from Lumine.

“It sounds more honest at least,” she retorted back with a playful smile.

“Now I can’t stop thinking of it…”

Lumine can feel something poking her leg, “Stop, it’s a surprise!” she huffed.

“That doesn’t help, love, now I’m more curious.” he groaned as he buried his face against her neck.

“There’s a reason why it’s called a surprise, you know.” Lumine rolled her eyes but still tilted her head to give him space.

“A small preview would be nice though…” he said suggestively before giving her neck a soft nibble.

“Hm, I guess a small sneak peek is fi-”

Lumine didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence for her fiancé just dived in for his meal.

~~~

“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day, little Qiqi wants to play…” Qiqi sang softly as she traces the raindrops on the car window.

“It looks like it’ll be raining for the whole day.” Lumine observed the sky, “Qiqi, if it’s still raining when school’s done, just stay over Granny Shan’s toy store and I’ll pick you up, okay?”

“Can Qiqi have a new toy?” Qiqi gasped in excitement.

“If you’re a good girl for Granny Shan, then Papa will buy you one.” Ajax chuckled at the sparkle in Qiqi’s eyes.

Qiqi nodded before humming again, this time, livelier as she starts to think of what toy she would want.

“It’s nice we have someone to watch over Qiqi, we might be a little busy today since we’re in charge of the sweets for an event. I’ll make sure to bring Granny Shan something when I pick Qiqi up.” Lumine says as she looked at the notes on her phone to prepare for today.

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate that, babe.” Ajax hummed as he slowed the car in front of Qiqi’s school rather than the bakery, “Fix your raincoat, sweetie, Papa will walk you to school.” he said then waited for the little girl to follow his order.

“Give Mama a kiss and have fun at school, okay?” Lumine smiled.

“Okay! Qiqi’s gonna do her bestest!” the little girl responded before giving Lumine a kiss.

Ajax prepared the umbrella before stepping out of the car to get his daughter.

Lumine hummed and waited in the car. She looked at the toy store across the street, “It looks like they’re opening.” she said as she watches someone in a raincoat and an umbrella try to push up the display barrier to reveal the contents of the shop.

Granny Shan did say someone was helping her run the shop, “Someone looking for his family, huh.” she remembered the old woman saying, though she didn’t get any more information than that, though she did remember the man being nice to Qiqi and buying her a present.

Lumine should also bring him something as a thank you later.

The car door opening pulled Lumine’s attention from the employee.

“Qiqi has her umbrella, right?” Lumine asked.

“Yup, I made sure she didn’t forget it this time,” Ajax answered as he settled inside the car, “Alright, let’s go,” he said as he drove off.

~~~

Zhongli sighed as he shrugs his raincoat off and placing it on the coat rack together with the umbrella. He’s glad he stopped Granny Shan from going outside to open the shop herself. It was a bit tough even for him to push the barriers up with the wind trying to blow his umbrella away, he doesn’t want to imagine how dangerous it would’ve been for her.

“I hope it won’t be raining as much later.” the old woman hummed as she observed the weather.

“The weather news said it’ll be raining but it would be lighter than this,” Zhongli said as he went on about his duties.

“Well, either way, Qiqi would be waiting here, her mother will pick her up later.” Granny Shan said, “Which is nice cause I would love to give her something for their wedding.”

“Wedding?” Zhongli raised his eyebrow.

“Ah yes, turns out the couple isn’t married yet. Qiqi isn’t biologically the groom’s but she was raised by him when her father died from an accident.” the woman explained.

“That’s an unfortunate accident.” Zhongli frowned.

“Ah it was, but her groom is a great man, he said her deceased husband was his best friend, while it may sound controversial, I think it’s great that he takes good care of them, you can see how dedicated and loving he is when it comes to his family.” Granny Shan chuckled, “Maybe you should visit the bakery sometimes, it would be more fun to socialise with people your age than just an old lady like me.” she teased.

“Don’t be like that, I quite enjoy our conversation.” the brunette replied, “But I think it would be nice to meet them, maybe they can help me in searching for my own family.”

“Ah, that would be great as well.” Granny Shan replied, “Well, I’ll go ahead and make us some tea to warm us up.” she said before leaving to the kitchen.

Zhongli hum before continuing his tasks.

~~~

It was five hours after Qiqi’s done with school.

Five hours of Qiqi waiting for her Mama.

And Qiqi is starting to get a little fussy.

By this time, Qiqi would have taken a nap in the private room of the bakery, she would’ve woken up refreshed and would be playing with her Uncles now.

She doesn’t even remember the promise of a new toy, she just wants to go home and sleep.

Granny Shan had offered the sofa in their living room, but Qiqi isn’t comfortable with napping somewhere else than the comfort of familiarity their bakery gives. Even if she knows Granny Shan and Mr Zhongli are good people, she just wants her Mama and Uncles nearby.

Zhongli frowns as Qiqi rejects another snack from him, while Qiqi did have a packed lunch with her, he thought that some sweets will brighten her mood, but all he was getting was a no and a frustrated tired face from the girl.

“Hm, it’s barely raining outside now, why don’t you just walk Qiqi there?” Granny Shan said.

Qiqi perked up at the suggestion, looking at Zhongli with tired and pleading eyes.

“Yeah, I think it would be a great idea, the little one is tired and I think she’d be more comfortable resting with her family.” Zhongli nodded.

Qiqi’s eye lightened, she nodded in agreement before standing up to follow Zhongli.

“Alright, be careful, bye Qiqi.” Granny Shan waved.

Having been in a good mood again, Qiqi smiled and waved, “Bye-bye, GrannyShan!” before grabbing Zhongli’s hand.

It took Zhongli by surprise, he wasn’t offering his hand but it seemed to be a habit of the little girl, which isn’t that bad, it’s safer that way and he’s glad her parents thought her that.

Also for some reason, it gives him a huge sense of comfort.

Gently grabbing Qiqi’s hand and an umbrella, they made their way.

~~~

“Oh my god, I hope Qiqi is fine.” Lumine said as she frantically shoved her things in her purse, “We were so busy no one can come to get her, I couldn’t even prepare something for Granny Shan.”

“Baby, calm down.” Ajax sighed as he wrapped his arms around his stressed lover, hugging her from the back “Qiqi’s in good hands and you guys did amazing for the event, you should rest for a bit,” he said softly before kissing the side of her head.

While Lumine is shy with public display of affection, there is no customer to tend since the bakery was closed early, most of the employees left, Xiao was at the kitchen making sure to clean the last bit before locking up the back then heading home, and Aether had left to pick Keqing up from work. It’s just the two of them in front of the shop, Lumine having cleaned up the counter and tables when Ajax arrived.

“You know how Qiqi is when she doesn’t get her nap, she’s going to be a nightmare to take care of later.” the blonde dreaded.

Ajax chuckled, turned her around and lifted her up to sit her on the table, “I’ll be with you, don’t worry, we’ll handle our little tantrum monster, okay?” he smiled with an Eskimo kiss.

The exact thing Lumine needs to calm down, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, “How are you always so bright even after work.” she pouted at him.

“Let’s say messing with a certain midget is a great stress reliever.” Ajax grinned mischievously.

“You know one day, you’re gonna get in trouble for pissing him so much at work.” Lumine deadpanned.

“Eh, I only mess with him when it’s a slow day so I’m not disrupting anything at work. Though it had become a game for everyone to bet on who’s gonna fall for whose prank, I have a winning streak of 4 if you’re curious.”

“If our kids become little shits, you’re sleeping on the fucking sofa.” Lumine threatened, though there’s a playful hint in her eyes.

“Such a harsh punishment, love, how will I pass on my legacy?” Ajax faked frowned.

“What legacy? Being a little shit to Scaramouche?” Lumine teased as she poked his cheeks.

“Well, I was thinking our kids vs his, you know? A worthy opponent, their battle will be legendary!”

Lumine laughed, “Ajax, no!”

Ajax grinned, glad that his lover is in a much brighter mood. The talk about their future kids had also brightened him up with excitement, he can imagine Qiqi being the best big sister she can be with the future little ones that’ll be running around their house.

Speaking of which, he should start looking for some renovation plans to handle a bigger family in their home.

A text notified Lumine. She checked her phone and sighed in relief, “Well, looks like Granny Shan sent her employee to walk Qiqi here.”

Ajax hummed before burying his face against her neck, “That’s great, ‘cause I’m feeling comfortable like this.”

“You’re gonna make the man uncomfortable, Ajax.” Lumine pointed out how intimate they look but nonetheless brushed her fingers through his hair.

“Eh, should be expected with a soon to be wed couple.” Ajax shrugged not moving except lifting his face to rest his forehead against hers.

Lumine just chuckled and welcomed the comfort.

“Mama, Papa, Qiqi’s here! Look, Mister, that’s Qiqi’s Mama and Papa!”

[squishymochisoo]

the ghost, my past lover || seo changbin (ft. kim seungmin)

genre: angst

pairing: seo changbin x reader, kim seungmin x reader

words: 2.2 k

synopsis: the boy you once loved was gone. but why did you still see him around? you blocked everyone out of your life and surrounded your heart with an iron wall. how on earth did seo changbin manage to break through those walls?

trigger warnings: death

a/n: happy birthday to me (in a few hours)! as my birthday treat to myself, i decided to post something! enjoy! and let me know what you think about it!

i hate that i can’t seem to forget you.

i hate that you’re a part of my psyche.

why did it have to be this way? “y/n, clean up after yourself please” seungmin sighed from across the room as he saw you slouch against your bed frame laughing at some drama you were watching. seungmin scrunched his nose as he saw your different pair of socks littered all over the floor of your room. for the past 5 years, he has watched you hide yourself away, closing every door that has opened up for you. five years it’s been five years since his passing it’s been five years since seungmin’s passing you had pushed so many people away in the past five years and build up a wall that separated you and world. seungmin could tell you felt reluctant to start anew. he knew you felt as though you didn’t deserve happiness, especially if seungmin wasn’t there by your side. he knew you felt as though his passing was your fault. as though your loneliness was your punishment for someone you lost. did you think that your own happiness would bring yourself further guilt? maybe you felt that you would forget him and your past if you found your happiness once again. as you watched your drama, you slightly casted your eyes to the corner of the room, wondering what the figure was doing just standing there. even after years since his passing, you still see him around. 

at first you were afraid. but after a year, it felt as though the presence was really truly him, the boy you once loved. sometimes you could feel his burning stare on your back as you cleaned the house or as you trudge back into bed after a long day at work. 

when you first saw him a week, days after his passing, you thought it was just the lack of sleep from those sleepless nights you lay in your now empty bed. as those days of seeing him around became weeks, you thought it was just the devil playing tricks with you. 

but when you catch a glance on his face whenever you cried, a part of you knew it was your seungmin. 

although you knew, the boy you loved and lost was with you all throughout these years, you never approached him or signalled to him that you knew of his existence.

whenever you wanted to speak to him, whenever you felt like you needed him. a part of you just couldn’t. you missed him so much. but he was supposed to be gone. why has he been walking around your house and talking to you for the past five years? 

was it guilt? was it sadness? were you just trying to punish yourself that you got out of the mess unharmed but the consequences that came afterwards left a scar on your heart? 

some days seungmin trails behind you and nags at you for not cleaning up your apartment. or for ordering in instead of cooking at home. but what hurts most is when he mentions your friends. “seriously babe, you’ve got to talk to jisung, jinnie and lix. you can’t just cut off contact with our friends. they are so worried about you. go talk to them, do this for me please” he pleaded. do this for me.

those words stung your heart. you couldn’t blame him, he didn’t even know you could hear him. but sometimes you would hear him talk about his dreams that he wanted to achieve, what he wanted to do when he was still here. you felt guilty as if he was also putting the blame on you. you knew he would never blame you for what had happened, but a small doubt did live in your mind. ~ “get ready you’re going out!” jisung screamed through the phone. no matter your efforts to cut off ties, the boys never gave up … surprisingly. “no thanks, my boss wants a lot of paperwork done by monday.” 

“so? it’s friday. you have another two days to complete it. please boo, it’s my birthday today!” jisung whined through the phone. 

“fine.” you reluctantly agreed as you saw seungmin’s figure sitting at your desk swing his legs happily at your answer.

“yay! wear something nice!” he shouted as he hung up the phone. ~ “y/n! come here quick!” jisung gestured you over as he held a drink in his hand. you looked at the people around the table only to find that you only knew felix, hyunjin and jisung. you stared at the three other men confused. 

“okay! this is changbin, minho and chan! now that you know each other let’s drink!” jisung laughed as he downed a shot.

 “hi” you laughed awkwardly and sat yourself next to hyunjin. 

“felix told me you work as a reporter?” the one called changbin asked from your left. you smiled and nodded.

“yeah i usually report social issues. you?”

“oh, i work with children as a psychologist.” you eyes widened, not expecting his answer.

“wait, how do you know jisung?” confusion evident in your eyes that someone like jisung are friends with psychologists. not that jisung was not capable of doing so or anything. 

“i took music production as an elective in uni and met him” changbin laughed, understanding your confusion. 

~

you and changbin watched from the booth as the other boys danced their heart out. as much as  you hated the club, it was the twins birthday party after all. 

“you sure you don’t want to dance?” changbin asked gesturing to felix and jisung whooping while dancing. 

“maybe some other time then”

 “you know, you shouldn’t suppress yourself from happiness you know” changbin muttered from the side. you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or not. you turned to him, your eyebrows raised as if questioning his statement. 

“i didn’t mean it in a very harsh way, it’s just – just – occupational habit, that’s all” 

“it’s fine” you waved off. 

“i’m sure the twins and jin would have told you about my … situation. seeing as minho and chan were very careful when talking about jisung finding his true love tonight. but it’s been five years you can talk about it.” 

“well… if it’s really fine, i’d like to help you out. i’ll help you to try to stop you from suppressing your emotions and desires.”

“yeah, i really can’t afford a psychologist right now.” you let out a small laugh, although thankful for his kindness. changbin shook his head instantly.

“i’m not doing it as a psychologist but as a friend.” changbin pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes that made you reluctantly agree.

 “okay it’s settled! now what drink would you like?” changbin asked as he stood up. you kept quiet pondering if you should be drinking. 

 “y/n, you haven’t had the mojito here in so long. wasn’t it your favourite?” you could hear seungmin ask from beside you.

oh right. 

you almost forgot that seungmin has been there beside you this whole time.  

“i’ll get you a mojito then” changbin voiced, breaking your train of thoughts. the look of surprise on your face, made him laugh as he walked away. 

how did he know what’s what you wanted? 

~ 

“where are we going?” as asked changbin as you entered the car. 

“amusement park!” your face felt at the answer.

“oh”

“oh my god changbin no. y/n hasn’t been to an amusement park since i was gone and that’s where i you know – “  

you could hear seungmin question changbin from the backseat, nagging and scolding changbin for making such a decision. 

“take y/n ice skating! they love ice skating”  

“oh how about ice skating?” changbin asked you. 

your eyes widened in disbelief. 

can changbin see seungmin? was that possible? seungmin was not part of your imagination?  or did he find out about your hobbies through jisung?

“oh my god can you actually hear me?” seungmin exclaimed. 

“y/n likes any type of bread and cakes you can find. they really like rice not noodles. when they need cheering up just bring them to a karaoke room to sing their hearts out. y/n hates liars and despises lizards. they suck at cooking and can only make scrambled eggs.” you heard seungmin went off tangent on your likes and dislikes.  

you couldn’t help but let out a sad smile. he still remembered all those things about you.  

~

“that’s not fair!” you whined as you pointed to minho and hyunjin. the 7 of you crowded around your living room.

“stop giving minho money, hyunjin! he’s supposed to be bankrupt by now.” minho stuck out his tongue at you. 

monopoly games with the boys are always … intense. 

they never tried to hide the fact that there were cheating which frustrated you more as you tried to play fairly. 

you rolled the dice and gasp when your thimble landed on minho’s park lane with a hotel.

“i can’t afford to pay that!” you glanced at your money pile. as minho celebrated your loss, changbin piped in.

“i’ll pay for y/n!” you felt your ears heating up at the comment.

“ooooooohhhhhh, what a man!” jisung swooned from the side causing you to roll your eyes. 

“ you can’t do that, it’s against the rules!” hyunjin added. 

“ and since when have you played by the book?” chan laughed from the sofa watching the game. 

hyunjin huffed and pouted causing you and changbin to break out into laughs. 

it’s been about three months since you met the three boys and they have been a handful. changbin kept his promise and helped you out whenever you tried to suppress your emotions and desires and it a weird way it worked.  

~

‘no i need to know’ 

you thought as you paced back and forth in front of changbin’s office door before entering. 

“changbin.” you approached the man sitting at his desk in his office.

“i need to ask you a question. and please answer it truthfully. don’t deflect it and please don’t judge me.” you begged. 

“w-what’s going on?” changbin asked nervously unsure what you were going to ask. 

you pointed to his couch in his office. 

changbin following the direction of your finger. 

“do you see him?”

“what?” 

“what?”

both changbin and seungmin voiced at the same time. your lips quivered as you took in a breath.

“it’s too big of a coincidence that every time he talks about what i like, what i hate, my drink preference, my subway order and to even my dreams. you seem to echo what he says.”  

“y/n –”

“at first i thought jisung had told you everything about me. but there were things that even jisung couldn’t have known. from my first pet to my family?” 

you heard seungmin take in a deep breath. 

“ y-you could see me?” tears collect at your eyes as you heard his broken voice. 

“how did you know about ice skating and how did you know that i couldn’t go to amusement parks anymore, not after the accident.”

“why didn’t you tell me? why didn’t you tell me you could see me?” seungmin screamed out. 

more tears fell from your eyes are you looked at seungmin. 

“i couldn’t. not after what happened. i just couldn’t face you. it was my fault.”

“how was it your fault? it was nobody’s fault! i died due to my own negligence.” 

 you shook your head violently as you sobbed.

“i- if i didn’t force you on that roller coaster ride. n-none of this would have happened” you hiccuped.

“y/n, i didn’t tell you about my heart condition. you’re not to blame. please stop blaming yourself. you’re getting better and happier thanks to changbin hyung. please to this for me” 

 please do this for me 

you cried out and your breath quickened. you fell to your knees as you tried to gasp for air. 

“y/n, listen to me and take deep breaths” changbin held your shoulders.

 “deep breaths, “

“i didn’t know you could see him too, he told me a bit more about you and what happened. i couldn’t tell you because how absurd would that have sounded?”  

you nodded, understanding where changbin was coming from, tears still spilling from your face. 

“seungmin,” you started as you turned towards where you saw him last. only to find that he was gone. 

“seungmin!” you cried out looking for him around the room. 

~

 seungmin.

 the boy you once loved.  

the boy you never saw again. 

it was at that turning point , where you got better exponentially. changbin helped you moved on and sealed the scars that was once left on your heart.  

sometimes you felt like you weren’t ready to find love yet. a part of you still thinking you deserved this punishment, that part of you stopping yourself before your heart could skip a beat. 

 although… your cheeks heating up or your heat beating slightly faster whenever you saw changbin might prove you wrong.  

you deserved to feel loved. 

you deserved to be happy. 

although seungmin was the boy you once loved. 

changbin might just be the boy you love.

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hope you enjoyed this short fic! i wrote it quite quickly so forgive me for any grammar errors whatsoever.

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[detectivejay-chuckles-halstead]

30 Days // Jay Halstead x Reader // Pt 3:6

Description: 30 Drabbles of Jay and Reader’s life together

Words: 2385

Warnings: Canonical Violence, FLUFF

Pairing: Jay x Reader

A/N: The third installment. I am simultaneously working on this, a new upcoming long fic, and requests. Not to mention I get to go back to work for the first time in 6 weeks (YAY!) So my posting may be out of wack, or only maybe once or twice a week. Hope you all enjoy!

Doing Something Together

“Why do you always insist that you can beat me?” Jay asked as the two of you walked into the firing range. Yes, your boyfriend had been an expert marksman as a Ranger, worked as Intelligence’s sniper when needed. That didn’t mean that one of these days you wouldn’t beat him when it came to target practice. 

“Because one day, someday, it’s going to happen. And today is going to be that day,” you answered with a smile, Jay just shaking his head with a laugh. It was like this every time the two of you went to renew your certification for work. 

It didn’t take long to sign in, being sent to your respective areas. You both put on the protective eye-wear and earmuffs. As the targets were sent back, you took out your gun and took a wide stance. One clip was all that you were firing that day. 

“You may begin,” the evaluator stated, the two of you firing your guns multiple times until no bullets were left. You holstered at that point, taking the earmuffs off as you looked at Jay with a smile on your face. This had to be it, right? This was going to be your day! The targets were brought up for evaluation

Most of your hits were along the 8 and 9 marks just to the left of the silhouette. When you looked at Jay’s target, at first you thought it was a joke. There was no way he only hit the target once dead center. Until you took a look at it again, realizing he’d hit the same spot multiple times. 

“Good job. We will see you guys back next year,” the evaluator then told you, writing down his comments before walking away. 

“One day, babe,” he assured you as you pouted. 

“Maybe next time, I just need to distract you,” you suggested, walking away from him with a sway to your hips. 

In Formal Wear

Voight had more or less ordered the team to go to this fundraiser that the CPD was hosting. Not that you minded, but you knew Jay hated these events. He said he felt paraded around. Which definitely wasn’t a lie, though none of you had a choice. If Voight said to jump, the answer would be ‘how high, sir?’

“Stop fussing with your tie,” you scolded for the fifth time since the two of you had arrived, swatting his hands away to fix the fabric. He huffed, letting you do your thing as he looked around the room. “We’ll be here an hour, two tops.”

“I will complain the entire time,” he assured you with a smirk, getting a chuckle from you. “You look gorgeous by the way.”

He’d been left speechless when you’d walked out of the bedroom in the black, low cut, tulle gown. Not like you saved it for special occasions or anything. You realized that Jay had never seen you dressed up like that before. And you’d never seen him in such a crisp, form-fitting suit before. 

“If you behave, maybe I’ll even let you take it off me,” you whispered as you leaned in, hands pressed to his chest. The glimmer of hope in his eyes was enough for there to be an understanding. All he had to do was put up with the event. That was all. 

A waiter walked around, Jay grabbing two champagne glasses off the tray like a pro. You couldn’t help but lean into him slightly as the two of you walked around the room, mingling with all the important names. As much as you loved the dress, you hated the heels. 

“Don’t you two look like a handsome couple,” Voight mentioned as you neared the huddled group of Intelligence officers. You couldn’t help the blush forming across your cheeks.

“Thank you, Serge,” Jay said softly as Kim and Vanessa pulled you into their conversation. Your eyes would meet Jay’s occasionally, wanting to just get lost in him until one of the other women would pull you back. Maybe you needed to go to these events more often. 

Dancing

“Why does this song sound so familiar?” you asked Jay as the two of you were cooking dinner, the tune on the radio bringing back clouded memories that you couldn’t quite place. 

“Really?” he countered, looking a bit hurt. Though you weren’t sure why. “Don’t you remember this was the song that was playing at Molly’s the first time we kissed.”

“How could I forget that?” You weren’t sure how to answer your own question, feeling crappy about not remembering. But you were a bit surprised that Jay remembered. There was no doubt that you would have remembered if you hadn’t been as drunk as you were that night. 

“Dance with me?” he asked, holding his hand out for you. There wasn’t even a second of hesitation as you took his hand, letting him pull you close to him before the two of you began gently swaying in the kitchen. He looked at you with complete love and adoration -- a look nobody else had ever given you before. 

It felt right, being with Jay. This moment was the moment you realized that he was the one for you. He was the one that you’d never let go. The one that you'd move Heaven and Hell for. You and Jay were endgame. You’d never been more sure about anything in your life. 

In Battle Side-by-Side

The case you’d all been working on for the better part of a week --the one that had already made most of the team shed sweat, blood, and tears -- had led you all to an abandoned factory on the south-side of Chicago. Everybody’s cars were huddled in a parking lot a block away, out of sight of the building to keep from blowing the whole operation. The team stood together as Voight spoke. 

“We bring this guy in dead or alive. Got it?” Everybody agreed with a ‘yes Serge.’ “Halstead, you and Y/L/N take the north entrance. Rojas and Atwater take the south entrance. Ruzek, you’re going to cover the north entrance in your vehicle. Burgess, you and me with the south. Nobody goes in or out once we start this except us.”

Jay helped you secure your vest over your shirt before grabbing his gun out of the trunk. His pistol remained holstered on his thigh. As much as you loved your job, it was moments like these that made you hate it. More like, you hated working in the same unit as your boyfriend. If things went south...you didn’t let yourself think of it, Jay pulling you out of your thoughts with a smile, handing you your own gun.

“I love you,” he told you softly, squeezing your free hand. You sighed, looking at him as everybody got ready.

“I love you too.” 

It was a go. You and Jay walked to the north entrance, your boyfriend in front of you as your hand rested on his shoulder, following right on his heels. Why a lone offender would be hiding out in an abandoned factory was the real question you were asking yourself, but you didn’t mention it to anybody else. As long as you got this guy, that’s all that mattered. 

The two of you silently breached the door, moving slowly and methodically. You’d done this a thousand times before, no different. He came to a T in the hallway, motioning for you to go left. There was no hesitation as you stepped to the side of him, hugging the wall as you went down the hallway while he walked the other direction. 

The only sound you could hear was the sound of your breath and your heart beating in your ears. The further you got away from Jay, the less you were able to hear his footsteps until they disappeared. You were on edge, creeping down this hall, taking turn after turn. Was this a factory or a maze? The second you heard any type of movement, you froze in place before slowly looking around. 

It was a bit of a scare when you found yourself looking down the barrel of a gun, releasing your breath when you realized it was Jay. The look on his face matched yours. Confusion.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” he said softly, getting you to nod in agreement as you continued down the new hallway. Eventually, the hall opened up into a large room. As you looked around, you noticed Vanessa and Kevin at the other end, about twenty-yards ahead of you. As far as you knew, nobody had seen an entrance to a second floor, realizing you missed something. There was no second floor, but there was clearly a window to the right as well as a door. 

“Jay,” you whispered, motioning for him to look. As soon as he started to turn his head, you heard clattering. 

“Flash grenade!” he called out, pulling you to the ground with him, trying to shield you from the flash. 

Your ears were ringing, feeling Jay’s body weight on you as you tried to assess what was going on. Shots were the next thing you heard, seeming to miss everything besides the walls. It sounded like it was only coming from one gun, which meant your offender was indeed working alone. 

“Stay down,” Jay told you softly. “Don’t key your radio.” Fear flooded over you. There’d only be one reason he’d tell you not to key your radio. 

“You think there’s a bomb.” There was no question about it. That’s exactly what Jay was thinking. “Vanessa and Kevin!” 

“Right now, we have to move,” he interjected, getting off you so that you could crouch. There was nowhere to take cover. No boxes, no equipment. The room was empty. The only way to get out was the way you came. The two of you looked over at the other pair who seemed to have the same idea.

“Jay, we leave, this guy will be in the wind,” you snapped as he grabbed your arm, ready to drag you out of that building. “Trust me.” 

He hesitated before nodding, the two of you pressing against the wall before moving quickly towards the corner. Kevin and Vanessa seemed to get the memo, mimicking your movements. The other pair waited, not daring to cross in front of the window as the offender stopped firing. Most likely out of confusion due to there being no active targets he would be able to see. 

Jay nodded at you as you busted in the door before firing a single shot at the offender, the man falling to the ground. Quickly, you kicked his gun away from his reach, though you knew it wasn’t necessary. A single headshot. Kneeling down, you felt for a carotid pulse, feeling nothing. He was dead. 

You sat down next to him, elbows on your knees as you rested your head in your hands. It was over. It was finally over. Nobody keyed their radios still, not until the bomb squad got there to do a search of the building to ensure there weren’t any extra surprises. 

“Nice work,” Voight told you when you finally exited the building. It didn’t feel like good work. You knew the order was to bring him in dead or alive...but never did you think it would be your gun that killed the man -- your shot, your decision. 

“Let’s go get this paperwork done, then go home,” Jay suggested softly, kissing your temple as you silently agreed. 

On A Birthday

“You know, all I want to do is just relax at home with you for my birthday,” Jay told you as you walked out of the precinct to the car. 

“Okay, promise not to get upset?” You’d waited until he was securely in the passenger seat of your car before you’d asked him. “The guys planned a surprise party that I’m supposed to be taking you to. I told them it was a bad idea, but can you just go for an hour at least to please them?”

“One hour, then just us,” he agreed. 

This was the third birthday you’d spent with him, still not getting a clear answer on why he never wanted to celebrate. The first year, you practically had to force a piece of cake into his mouth. He’d opened the present you got him the day after his birthday. The second year went smoother, but he still resisted nearly every idea to actually celebrate. This year though, it wasn’t your doing. You’d finally given in, still forcing him to get a cake at least and always getting him a present. Birthdays were a big deal for you growing up, family always making it a big deal. 

You pulled up in front of Molly’s, his arm hooked around your shoulder as you reminded him to ‘act surprised.’ Which he did, smiling as friends came up to wish him a happy birthday. He drank some beer, had some laughs, but as soon as that clock hit the hour mark, he excused himself from the party, ensuring everyone promised they’d keep it going for him. 

You followed close behind as the two of you stepped into the cool Chicago night air. When he suddenly stopped, you nearly walked into him before he turned to look at you with a smile, small box in his hand. 

“You’re the one who’s supposed to be getting presents today, silly,” you reminded him before he kissed you.

“I know, but I think you deserve this,” he countered, flipping the top of the box open to reveal an engagement ring, shock evident on your face. “You know I don’t really like celebrating my birthday. My mom was the only one who ever made a big deal of it, and after she died, I didn’t really find a reason to celebrate. Then, I spent two birthdays in Afghanistan...I was going to wait to do this, but I wanted a reason to be able to be happy on this day again. You’ve tried so hard the past few years...my mom,” he sighed softly, “she would have loved you. And she would have told me to keep you forever. So, Y/N...Will you marry me?”

[stevesbunny]

Not funny - 1

DARK! series. Do not read if that makes you uncofortable or if you’re under 18! No minors!

(My first series, yay!)

Summary: Steve can’t stay away from Y/M, even thought she made it clear she’s not interested in him. So he takes the matters into his own hands. When he finds out his friends – Sam and Bucky – decided to take his example, he’s delighted until everything goes downhill once they cross paths. 

Pairings: dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 2 200 give or take

Warnings for the series: THIS IS A DARK SERIES! It will contain explict non-con, dub-con, manipulation, drug use, violence, death of not so important characters

Warnings for this chapter: kidnapping, drugging

You’ve been warned.

Why is writing so difficult? Why can’t you think of anything even after you’ve been staring at a blank page for three hours?

You took a deep breath and looked out the window. Usually sunny weather made you feel  inspired, but today it was different. You haven’t felt the flow of creativity for a long time and you haven’t felt safe for a long time, either. Maybe you should write about that?

Your contract with the publisher foresaw the next part of the romantic saga until the end of this year, but how can you write about love when there hasn’t been anyone in your life for a long time?

You took a deep breath and closed the laptop. You went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, naively thinking that it is the lack of caffeine that is responsible for your writer’s block.

You leaned on the island, drinking a hot liquid of the gods and began to wonder why do you actually not feel safe? What has changed in the past three weeks? Why do you always look behind you wherever you’re going, why do you always make sure you closed the door to your apartment at least three times? It’s become a routine, you just didn’t know why.

Suddenly, as if someone from “above” heard your inner monologue, there was a knock on the door. Irritated, you set down your coffee and moved to open the door.

"Hi," there was a muscular blond at your door, his angelic smile looking very punchable. He looked you up and down and frowned, noticing your messy hair and dark circles under your eyes. "Did I come at the wrong time?"

Steve moved into the building exactly three weeks ago. You didn't make friends, although he occasionally tried to initiate a conversation. It always started with an innocent "hello" and, on more than one occasion, it ended with "what are you doing tomorrow evening?" Unfortunately, “tomorrow evening” was always a busy time for you. Any normal person would take the hint, but not Steve.

"Earth to Y/M,” he laughed, bending his knees a little so that he could look into your eyes.

"I'm a bit busy," you pressed your lips in a thin line, scratching your head. "I'm trying to work and- “

You stumbled back when Steve stepped into your apartment, oozing confidence and not giving a single fuck about what you just said. Only then did you notice that all this time his hands were crossed behind his back.

With a heavy sigh, you closed the door and followed him into the living room, where the symbol of your helplessness lay on the table - a closed laptop.

Steve looked around, making sure you couldn't see what he was holding in his hands. Finally, he turned to you with a smile. His attitude was exactly as usual - confident, calm and disturbing. You didn't really know why such a charming and sweet man made you so uneasy. Perhaps because he couldn’t understand that if a woman refuses a date six times, that probably means she’s not interested.

"Do you remember when we talked about this new pastry shop at the corner?" He smiled charmingly, pulling the white box from behind his back.

Of course you remembered this conversation. You were just returning from grocery shopping when Steve offered help. You let him help you with the bags, listening to him telling a story from his childhood about some guy named Bucky, on the way to your apartment. The confectionery already existed in the 1940s, back when Steve wasn’t a mountain of meat and muscle yet. You let your guard down then, saying how delicious the cakes and muffins from the confectionary were. Steve just smiled and made a mental note. You were surprised that he didn’t ask you out on a date that day.

"Uh huh," you nodded, eyeing the box suspiciously.

“They have a new cupcake flavour, raspberry. I got you a few," he moved to hand you the box, but seeing that you weren’t going to move towards him, he nodded and put the box on the coffee table. It looked like it had already been opened and you doubted it was because Steve was checking to see if they got the order right.

"You didn’t have to,” your tone was polite, but the boy must be really dumb if he didn’t notice the stink eye.

"I know," he shrugged. "I hardly ever see you lately, almost as if you completely stopped going out. Everything’s alright?"

He put his hands in his pockets, exaggerated worry on his face. Those damn puppy eyes.

"My publishing house doesn't like anything I write," you didn't know why you opened up to him, but it all spilled out of your mouth almost automatically. You told him about how you sit in front of the computer every day for ten hours and you can't think of anything because your publishing house rejects all your ideas. None of your friends knew about it, because nobody cared about your life that much. Maybe you needed to talk to someone who really listens to you. The only person who was patient enough was Steve Rogers.

While telling him your story, you missed the smirk that appeared on Steve's face for a second. He nodded as he came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. You had the impression that his warm, huge hand weighed a ton as he clenched his fingers on an exposed piece of your skin.

"I understand you’ve been having a hard time lately, sweetheart," you frowned at the nickname, "but not for long. I promise."

You froze. You didn't even have time to ask what that meant, as Steve left your apartment. When you shook off the absurdity of this situation, you quickly moved to lock the door. You'd rather pull all your teeth out than eat those cupcakes. You grabbed the box that he’d left on the table and threw it into the trash without thinking. You wondered if he was creepy on purpose or maybe he didn't know he was giving off some serious serial killer vibes?

You were going to spend the rest of the evening in the hot bath, but you felt nauseous while cooking dinner. Your vision suddenly became blurry and you felt like your body was floating. At first you ignored it, it happens sometimes. But this time it was different. On the way to the bedroom, you collapsed to the floor, everything around you seemed distorted. You opened your mouth to call for help - there was no way you could crawl to the living room to get your phone. Your heavy breaths only seemed to make everything worse. Everything went black.

How was this possible? You didn't even touch the cupcakes.

✰

Your head felt heavy, your lips were dry and you were still nauseous. You turned your head to the side and opened your eyes. What seemed to be a dizziness turned out to be a moving car. Suddenly your eyes went wide, mouth ajar in a silent scream.

"You’re finally up," you heard a familiar voice and you swallowed hard, "you scared me a little. I checked for your pulse about ten times."

His voice was low and calm. It reminded you of the tone of voice in which the head of the publishing house you are writing for spoke to his employees.

You tried to move, but your body was limp. You knew you weren’t bound. Did he drug you?

But you haven't touched the cupcakes.

You felt the same warm hand on your thigh that not long ago Steve rested comfortably on your shoulder.

"Cupcakes were clean," he said, as if he were reading your mind. And for a moment you even worried he was. You frowned and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and poked your shoulder. You hissed in pain, your hand automatically moves to the spot Steve just touched. Your body went numb, as you realized that the cupcake box was a misdirection.

"Steve... What did you do to me?" You tried to stay calm, but it was difficult when all you could see was a forest and a psychopath clenching his jaw, sitting next to you.

"I'm not stupid," he murmured, his eyes focused on the road, "I know you don't trust me. I knew you wouldn't eat the cupcakes. You refuse everything I offer you. "

He laughed bitterly, his hands tightening on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

You swallowed hard, your fingers tightened on your lap. You licked your dry lips.

"Steve, I'm not interested in you."

It didn't trigger the reaction you expected. Steve laughed out loud, shaking his head. He looked at you briefly, a dangerous glint in his eye. He reached out to turn the radio down and stopped the car abruptly. He turned towards you, and you moved towards the door, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.

"Sure, I got the hint. You are the one who doesn’t understand," his voice suddenly lower, deeper. You could almost hear the dramatic music, a herd of black crows surrounding the car, signalling your end. Although it could be just your imagination.

You grabbed the door handle, but quickly let go of it when you saw a warning in Steve’s eyes.  Even if you managed to get out of the car, he would catch you in no time.

"That you’re a psycho?"

Steve's jaw tightened, as he decided to ignore your question. His hand landed on your thigh again, his fingers clenched so tightly, your skin burning.

"How long has your publishing house been rejecting your ideas, honey?"

You frowned, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Three weeks," you tried to push his hand away, but his fingers tightened even more. You winced, tears glistening in your eyes.

"And you think you ever had a choice? I planned your whole life exactly three weeks ago, " he hissed, "you decide whether it will be painful or pleasant for you."

Seriously, you almost laughed at that. First he asks you if you thought you ever had a choice, and then tells you that you decide how badly you’re screwed. A real gentleman.

"It has been fantastic so far," you choked out. Steve raised an eyebrow, straightening up in the seat.

"I'm glad you still have your sense of humour," he turned up the radio again, turning the engine back on.

None of you said anything until the end of the ride. Steve was busy humming to an old song that was playing on the radio and you were trying to remember the way. All the trees look pretty much the same, so you gave up after three hundred and fifty-seventh spruce tree.

It was dark outside, the sun set an hour ago, and the road seemed endless. Even more spruces later, Steve turned into path leading through the forest. The car rocked on the potholes, and your previous nausea returned. You stopped in front of a small wooden cabin. You would find it cute, if it wasn't for who brought you here.

"Seriously?" You sighed theatrically. "Cabin in the woods? Could you be more predictable?”

Steve gave you a sharp look and got out of the car to open the door on your side.

"Come on," he reached out his hand to you, and you accepted it. You had to hold yourself back not to spit on it, though.

"Okay Hannibal, what's the plan?" You asked leaning on the car. Steve chuckled, rummaging in his pants pockets. He took out three sets of keys and waved them in front of your eyes. Each set had a different colour; blue, red and white. Shocking.

"Since you’re such a fun loving girl, I'll let you draw. Each key opens a different room - "

"You don't say."

"Draw one. Let’s see where you’ll be staying until you learn not to talk back," his blood boiled when he saw you roll your eyes. He'll have to teach you so many things. He knew it wouldn't be easy with your attitude, but he was going to fuck this attitude out of you as soon as he gets to know you better. He may be a psychopath, but he’s still old-fashioned.

"Oh, you know how to keep me entertained," you glanced at the key sets, yawning ostentatiously. "Blue."

Steve grinned, putting the other two sets back in his pocket. Only when you saw his wide, disturbing smile did you realise you were screwed.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, you're fucked, sweetheart."

[boba-xing]

Captivating {Chapter 8}

Fem!Reader x Werewolf!Choi Seungcheol (SVT)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @suhappysuho @captain-brie @seekerbabygirl @moon8894 @yippee-kay-yay @sehunnies-hunnie96 @lovinggalaxies @brokenbutchocolate @amixoferrthang @onewoowonderboy @3rachatraingoeschoochoo @sksk-x @haluim17 @jelly-fishy-babie @sakura-uji @psshwa

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“I don’t want to think about it, I just want to sleep, okay?” you cross your arms at the sulky boy standing in front of you. He’s so far managed to resist the urge to pull you into his arms, and instead is resting himself against the kitchen counter, leaning back on his palms.

He nods, “Okay, I’ll take the sofa. You can have my room.”

You want to argue otherwise but you can tell he’s not in the mood for that, and to be honest neither are you.

It’s such a strange atmosphere. You’re not sure how to feel, or whether you made the right decision at all. Even with Joshua looking at you encouragingly you can’t find words to say to Seungcheol.

“Thank you for coming back.” Cheol mumbles, looking up at you.

You shrug, “Thank Joshua.”

It only takes a moment of silence before you head upstairs, collapsing onto Seungcheol’s bed and embarrassingly enjoying his scent. You frown, if he’s part wolf does that mean he can smell you? Shouldn’t you know that from your obsessive reading of folklore tales...but then again Josh basically made half that stuff out to be untrue.

Your eyes fall on the picture of Seungcheol’s sister on the bedside table. She’s young, pretty and the look on her face is of pure joy. You wonder what happened to her, why she died. And in your chest, you feel your heart sink slightly.

---

You’re woken by the sound of shouting only metres from the bedroom door, and with some struggle you manage to roll over and check the time on your phone.

7 am.

You let out a groan, rolling back over only to scream at the face of an intruder. You somehow leap backwards, foot twisted in the duvet and just manage not to fall off the bed.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Jeonghan stands up from his seat on the desk chair and looks awkwardly at you.

“What are you doing in here? Holy shit, you scared me so much!” you breathe, frowning at the man,

“Seungcheol asked me to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re okay-”

“-While I sleep?” you furrow your eyebrows, “That’s so creepy!”

“No, I’ve only been here for like five minutes! He knew the boys would wake you up so he didn’t want you to get scared.” Jeonghan sits back down.

“Oh yeah, he really succeeded there.” You roll your eyes, positioning yourself back on the bed steadily. “Are they like this every morning?”

“No, it was an eventful night so they ended up arguing.”

“An eventful night?”

“Yeah a lot of fighting for territory, another pac- sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about this.” he scratches the back of his neck.

“No, I do, go on.” 

“Well, I don’t think Seungcheol would want me to tell you either.” 

“How am I supposed to trust any of you if you won’t tell me anything?” you roll your eyes again, earning a slightly judgemental look from Jeonghan. “Whatever, I’m gonna get changed. So if you don’t mind...”

He nods before heading out of the room. 

You get changed quickly and by the time you’re done the shouting has stopped and an eery silence has taken over the house. There’s the occasional footstep or clatter of utensils from the kitchen but it seems as though all the energy has been sucked out of the building.

You find Seungcheol in his study, peering over the edge of the door to see his figure observing some sheets on the desk. He seems to have changed a lot from last night...he’s no longer the broken man who cried at your rejection, but rather an intimidating leader who means business. 

“You can come in, love.” you’re slightly startled by his gruff tone but enter the room anyway. He nods at the seat in front of the desk, eyes not leaving the paperwork just as yours don’t leave the floor. “I heard Jeonghan scared you.”

You look up at his now softened voice, and his dark brown orbs gaze back at you. You’re not sure what to say so instead you fidget under his observation. “Mhmm.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know he would startle you like that.” He glances back down to his work, “Have you had breakfast?”

“No.” you bite your lip, “A-are we just going to act...normal?”

“What do you mean?” He looks at you again, this time putting his pen down and focusing on you properly.

“Like, are we just going to act like nothing happened?” your gaze falls to the floor, nervous again.

“I don’t see why not.” His voice is so soft now, softer than you’ve ever heard it, and you’re thankful because otherwise you’d probably rush out of the room in anxiousness. “It’s-it’s a normal thing for the rest of us, so maybe if you just act like it’s normal and like you’re used to it then everything will be just fine. It will only take a little time and a little learning to feel fully comfortable around us, okay?”

“Okay.” Your teeth pull at your lip.

“Are you mad at me, ___?” he sighs, “Please tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I-I don’t know how I’m feeling, okay?” you frown, “I thought this was the perfect relationship and I was really getting to know you and like you. But then it’s all changed and I’m confused and I don’t know what to believe and what not to believe. I think I’m going crazy.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not going crazy.” He reaches his hand out and you take it, letting him run his thumb soothingly over your fingers. “You just need some time, okay? Don’t think about it too much, and just relax. You’re safe, you’re cared for, you don’t need to worry, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod.

“Why don’t you text Jihyun and ask if she wants to come over? We can order some pizza or something.” Seungcheol suggests, “I think it’ll help you get more comfortable.”

You nod again, pulling out your phone and curling into the seat. Seungcheol’s eyes softly analyse your features, admiring the way your lips pout and your eyebrows furrow as you concentrate. He finds you absolutely adorable, beautiful but more adorable.

“She’ll probably reply later,” You lick your dry lips, looking back at him, “It’s a bit early.”

“Mmm.” His eyes travel to your lips and back before his gaze settles back at your eyes. “Why don’t you go and get something to eat, sweetheart? If you need anything I’ll be in here.”

“Okay, thank you.” You quickly make your way out and hop your way to the kitchen. 

“Morning.” Shua smiles at you as come in, cutting a piece of waffle and stabbing it with the fork, “Here, try this.”

“Oka-” you don’t even get to finish your sentence before he’s shoved the breakfast food into your mouth, watching you eagerly.

“What do you think?”

You take a moment to swallow. “It’s good.”

“Just good?”

“It’s a waffle, Joshua, it’s not going to be mind blowing.”

“I made it myself.” he says, “Normally Mingyu makes everything.”

“Well then, it’s the best waffle I’ve had in my life.” you smile, “Mingyu could never make one as good as this.”

“___, he can definitely hear you, and he’ll probably be down in a minute to show us his cooking skills.” Chan wonders over, snatching the waffle plate from Joshua and gulping it down in record speed.

As if on queue, Mingyu appears in the kitchen, arms crossed and a pout on his face as he stares directly at you.

[thecassadilla]

Pumpkin, Pumpkin

Pairing: New Dream/Rapunzel x Eugene

Word Count: 2,085/AO3

Summary: There aren’t many things that can shock Eugene anymore, as he’s learned to expect the unexpected with Rapunzel. Though, coming home to an apartment full of pumpkins is always a fun surprise.

Author’s Note: Happy October! While I absolutely hate Fall (cold weather + less daylight, yuck), Halloween is my favorite holiday. I planned to write a couple of fics this month to help me “embrace” this season and this is the first. I really didn’t think that I would finish it in time but I pulled it off by the skin of my teeth. Enjoy!!!

It had become a habit for Eugene to expect the unexpected whenever he returned home to the apartment that he shared with Rapunzel. It wasn’t unusual for him to walk into some type of elaborate feast for dinner, though he wasn’t sure where she found the time or energy to cook after a full day of work. It was equally as common for him to walk and find Rapunzel completely enthralled in one of her many hobbies, completely focused on the task in her hands and nothing else. Expecting the unexpected had become the norm. 

And yet, he would occasionally find himself surprised, nonetheless. Like the chilly, early October evening when he walked into an apartment full of pumpkins and gourds of various sizes. It was impossible not to laugh and shake his head at the sheer absurdness of it.

“Hi, Eugene!” Rapunzel called as she walked past the entryway to the apartment.

“Hi, Sunshine,” he called back, as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up on the hooks by the door. He dropped his bag on the floor next to their shoes and tossed his keys onto the console table before walking into the apartment. Rapunzel was standing by the sink, cleaning off one of the pumpkins with a damp towel, and he observed for a moment from the living room before walking up to the crowded counter and taking a gourd in his hands. “Now I’m not up to date on current events, so tell me - did they just discover that pumpkins have the same monetary value as gold?”

She turned around to roll her eyes at him. “Very funny.”

He hastily placed the gourd back on the counter and raised both of his hands in surrender, playing along. “What do I know? Maybe pumpkin farming is where the real money is, these days. 

“Eugene,” she warned playfully.

“You know I’m just messing around,” he chucked. “A man walks into an apartment full of pumpkins and - wait, that sounds like the start of a bad dad joke. Anyway, I guess the burning question is: what’s with all the pumpkins?”

“So some of them are for carving -”

“Uh huh,” he interrupted, leaning onto the counter and cradling his face in his hands.

“And some of them are for pumpkin pies -”

“I see.”

“Even though I’ve heard canned pumpkin is better for pies -”

“Mmhmm.”

“So I’ll have to do my own test to find out. Ooh! Pumpkin bread too!”

He was nearly drooling, now. “Sounds amazing.” 

“Just generally for baking, you know?”

“Totally,” he nodded.

“And I’m bringing the gourds with me to work tomorrow.”

“Gotcha!” He remarked, standing straight up and clapping his hands together. “It all makes sense now.”

She smirked at him. “You know, you’re a bit of a pain sometimes.”

“Moi? A pain?” he teased, dramatically gasping and placing a hand over his heart. 

“Eugene, I -”

But in a flash, he was on his knees before her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her side. Unable to complete her thought, she patted him on the head as he begged, “Could you ever forgive me?”

He looked up at her and she cocked an eyebrow. “Are you done?”

“Yes,” he laughed, standing up. 

“You are the most dramatic person I’ve ever met, in my entire life,” she said matter-of-factly, though her voice was laced with humor. 

“I do have a flair for the dramatics, don’t I?” He smirked. “It isn’t everyday that my fiancée decides to buy out the local pumpkin farm and I have to take advantage of that. Don’t be surprised when I start breaking out the pumpkin puns.”

She wagged her finger at him. “Save them for the weekend. I want an entire day, at the minimum, dedicated to carving.” 

“Kind of rich coming from the only person in the room who’s artistically inclined. I’m probably going to end up cutting a few triangles and a smile into mine. But, I’ll be sure to clear my very empty schedule,” he assured her. 

“Much appreciated.”

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I am starving. I’ll pick up some takeout?”

“Yes, please!” 

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Though he was still half-asleep, Eugene had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. His body was still begging for sleep, but he couldn’t shake the sensation so he cracked open an eye. Sure enough, someone was staring at him - Rapunzel.

“Morning!” she called, chipper as ever. 

He groaned in response, burying his face in the pillow. “What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“I’m going back to bed,” he said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Her hand came down on his shoulder and she gently squeezed it. “I thought your schedule was wide open for pumpkin carving?”

“It is. At a decent hour.”

“Seven is decent! Look, the sun is up and everything!”

“I am not ready to be elbow deep in pumpkin guts at seven in the morning, Sunshine. Try again around noon,” he yawned.

“Aw, come on. I’ll make you breakfast!”

“Don’t try to bribe me with food,” he warned, finally turning to face her. 

“Knowing you, you’ll make some pumpkin pancakes or something.”

“Is that a thing?” she asked excitedly, as if his idea was a stroke of genius. She grabbed her phone, and seconds later, she had an answer. “It is a thing!”

He chuckled. “Did you really expect anything less? This entire part of the year has become synonymous with pumpkin spice lattes. The real question is, what can’t be made with pumpkin?”

“Pizza,” she answered, without skipping a beat. “Pumpkin pizza sounds gross.”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Revolting.”

Instead of answering, she looked at him with wide eyes and pouty lips, very obviously trying to convince him to get up. 

“Fine,” he remarked, kicking the sheets off of his body. “You win. But I am going to take a delicious nap later and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

She clapped her hands together a few times in victory. “Yay! Pumpkin time!”

“Pumpkin time,” he mimicked, in a less than enthused voice.

“Brighten up, Eugene! This is going to be fun.”

He followed her into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools at the counter. Somehow, she had already managed to set up their work station with tools and of course, the pumpkins.

“What time did you do all of this?”

“Five,” she answered, climbing onto the chair next to him.

“You got up at five o’clock in the morning on a Saturday? What is wrong with you, woman? Do you ever sleep?”

She clicked her tongue. “I was excited.”

“The only time I ever willingly get up this early is to catch a plane to a nice, warm beach vacation.”

“I can’t help that we get excited about different things,” she giggled, picking up one of the carving tools.

“You’re always up early. I think you’re just excited about life in general,” he pointed out.

“I am,” she nodded. 

“Now, is this a competition? Because if it is, you’re going to run circles around me.”

“Not a competition,” she assured him. “I thought they would look nice on the balcony, or maybe we can even put them in front of the door on Halloween so people in the building will know that we’re giving out candy.”

“I hope I don’t crush your dreams, but there aren’t a lot of kids in this building. Didn’t we only see two trick-or-treaters last year?”

“Yeah,” she frowned for a moment, though it quickly vanished. “But maybe this year will be different!”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, picking up a tool of his own. “Now, where should I start? I have a simple, yet traditional design in mind.”

“You have to start at the top,” she answered, matter-of-factly. “The insides have to come out before you can carve anything into the pumpkin.”

He snapped his fingers in approval. “You’re absolutely right.”

They both began to work silently, carving circles around the stems of their pumpkins before pulling out the seeds and fibrous strands.

“Don’t throw away any of the seeds,” Rapunzel warned. “I’m going to toast them later.”

“You got it, Sunshine.”

After their pumpkins were thoroughly cleaned out, they began to work on carving the outer portions. It didn’t take Eugene long to draw out his design with a marker, and carve it out, as he wasn’t being meticulous with it and was only using one tool. Rapunzel’s design, on the other hand, was very elaborate and time-consuming, and it was apparent that she was taking advantage of all the tools she had purchased.

“How’re you making out?” he asked, when he had finished working on his.

“Oh, I still have a while to go.”

“I’m done, I think.” He turned the pumpkin to face her; he’d carved two triangles for eyes, an upside down triangle for a nose, and a big wide grin with a few square-shaped teeth. 

“It’s so cute!” she squealed. “I love the little teeth.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “I told you that it was going to be classic. Can’t go wrong with a few basic shapes.”

“It’s adorable. I absolutely love it.”

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to take my nap now. Wake me up when you’re finished,” he said. “Unless I wake up first, in which case, I’ll see it when you’re done.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Instead of going back to the bedroom like he had initially planned, he decided to crash on the couch instead. He relaxed into the soft cushions and within a few minutes, he was soundly sleeping. In the meantime, Rapunzel continued to work hard on her creation, utilizing different techniques to create the image that she desired. With a lack of distractions, she placed her full attention on finishing, sticking her tongue out in concentration. When she was finally satisfied with the way that it came out, she relaxed her shoulders in relief and let out a bated breath.

She jumped off of the stool and wandered into the living room. She wasn’t entirely sure how much time had passed and Eugene was still peacefully sleeping, but he had told her to wake him up when she finished. So, she tiptoed over to him and gently shook his shoulder.

“Eugene,” she whispered. “I finished carving my pumpkin.”

“Yeah? That’s great,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Mmhmm,” he nodded slowly, his eyes finally blinking open. 

“I’ll go get it!” 

She skipped back to the kitchen and grabbed her masterpiece before returning to the living room. He was sitting up now, rubbing at his eyes with his hands.

She placed it on the coffee table. “Ta-da!” 

Somehow, she had managed to carve an image of the two of them into the pumpkin. He wasn’t quite sure how he did it, but it looked just like them.

“Wow...I’m seriously impressed,” he remarked in awe. “You even got my nose right!”

“Of course,” she giggled.

“How did you do that?”

“So basically, I took a photo of us and converted it to grayscale so it would be easier to see all of the lights and darks. And then I printed it out and poked a bunch of tiny holes around our faces and stuff, and then I had to cut out some places and shave down the flesh in other places, and eventually it turned into this!”

“You did an amazing job. I really can’t believe that you turned us into a pumpkin.”

She grinned. “Wait until I put a candle in it! It’ll look even nicer when it’s illuminated.”

“I really don’t know how you do it,” he chuckled. “It’s beautiful, though. I love it and I’m sure the neighbors will too. It’ll really give ‘em pumpkin to talk about. See what I did there?”

She simply shook her head, smiling widely. “You’re very clever.”

“Now that all of the carving is done, I have to ask - when were you planning on testing out that pumpkin pie theory you mentioned? I know that I’m not much help in the kitchen, but I can’t get the thought out of my head.”

“How about we start with some pumpkin pancakes? Because you haven’t eaten breakfast, yet. I can make the pies later.”

He clapped his hands together. “Another reason why I only have pies for you. Look, I did it again!”

“You’re the pun-king, Eugene,” she smirked. “Now, come help me clean up the kitchen so we can get to baking.”

[cherishingstydia]

Chasing Love

Buck stared at his own reflection in the mirror as he stood in the locker room.

“I am such an idiot.” He mumbled.

“You ok?” Bobby asked with a raised brow.

Buck shrugged. “I just feel really stupid. I think I need some time off to clear my head, and sort through some personal issues.”

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Bobby asked with concern.

“It’s nothing too serious. Don’t worry. I just know to be able to get through this I can’t be here. Can I have some time off?”

“Just let me know when ahead of time so I can get the schedule sorted out.” Bobby smiled patting Buck on the arm. “I’m here for you if you decide you need to talk to someone.”

“Thanks cap.” Buck smiled.

A few days passed Buck had a month long trip to travel around South America he missed it there. This was the perfect thing to clear his mind and try to erase those feelings for his best friend. It wasn’t shame for having feelings for a man. He didn’t care love is love. It’s the fact that he sees this man nearly everyday, they’re coworkers and best friends. It’s a mess plus Eddie is straight so he doesn’t feel the same way.

Buck entered the firehouse going straight to talk to Bobby. Buck didn’t want the team to know about his time off. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going. He was leaving in two weeks. His last shift was gonna be one without Eddie because he swapped around so he could be off the day before his flight plus there was something important he needed to do that day.

Buck arrived at the school and spotted Abuela.

“What are you doing here Buck?” She grinned.

“I was hoping to see Chris today if that’s ok?” Buck smiled.

“Of course! What would you like to do?” Abuela patted his arm.

“Park, Ice Cream and cook you two dinner.” Buck said.

“How could I turn that down! Sounds great. He will be so happy.”

“Bucky!!” Chris squealed moving as fast as he could to Buck.

“Hey buddy!” Buck scooped him up.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were working with daddy.” Chris asked.

“I had the day off so I wanted to spend time with you. I mean unless the park and Ice cream and me making you dinner sounds like no fun.” Buck laughed.

“Yay!” Chris giggled.

Buck was really happy to see Chris, but it hurt so much knowing he had to leave him for awhile. He didn’t want Chris to feel hurt, but better a month than possibly forever if Eddie finds out the truth.

They had so much fun all day together. Abuela loved that Chris and Eddie had Buck he was so good for them. She was just sad Eddie had too miss all this fun.

Buck went to tuck Chris in.

“I have a mission for you ok. Top Secret. You think you can handle it.” Buck grinned.

“Yes sir!” Chris laughed.

“Ok this letter is for your dad. ONLY your dad. So this means you don’t read it ok? Can you promise me?” Buck held his pinky out.

Chris latched his pinky to Bucks.

“I promise!” Chris nodded.

Buck sighed as he was leaving the room.

“Hey Buck.”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Are you leaving me?”

“No. Even if I don’t see you for a little bit I will be back. I promise.” Buck smiled.

“Ok.” Chris have Buck a thumbs up.

Buck entered his apartment grabbing his bag before he left for the airport.

The next morning Eddie went to get Chris up.

“Daddy I had a mission from Buck.”

“Really?” Eddie grinned.

Chris handed Eddie the envelope. Eddie tore it open to find a letter:

Eddie,

I just want to let you know I’m sorry for this. I never meant for this to happen. We’ve been friends for quite awhile now, and I cherish that so much I don’t wanna do anything to mess it up. I can’t lose you. Because you’re too important to me. You and Chris are the best thing in my life, but in order to keep you I have to leave for a little bit before things get complicated. I’ll be gone a month. We can talk when I get back.

Buck

Eddie told Abuela he had to go and she said it was fine she’s get Chris to school.

Eddie called Buck probably 15 times, and no answer. He knocked, and got no answer again so used his key to find a completely silent apartment. No Buck.

Eddie was searching for any clue to where Buck may be. He logged on Bucks laptop and looked at his credit card statement. He saw hotels booked and a flight to São Paulo, Brazil.

Eddie slammed the laptop shut in anger and punched the wall. He was full of rage again.

He entered the fire station fuming the rage was building.

“Whoa Eddie everything ok?” Bobby asked looking at Eddies bruised knuckles.

“It’s Buck. I went by his place and he’s gone. He didn’t even say goodbye.”

“He’s coming back.” Bobby said.

“Everyone always leaves me.” Eddie yelled.

“I don’t know what his reasons are, and it sounds selfish, but what about me I need him. I mean Chris does.” Eddie stammered.

“Eddie breath ok.” Bobby said softly.

Eddie nodded taking a few deep breaths.

“Sorry cap I’m not sure what came over me.”

“Love.” Bobby smiled.

“Wh-what?” Eddie choked.

“You love him. That’s why him leaving upset you so much.” Bobby said.

“I can’t because he’s my friend. You’re not supposed to fall in love with your best friend what if it ruins everything.”

“I was terrified to love again, but if you find the right person it stops being scary and becomes something you have to do. I think Buck might be your Athena.” Bobby smiled.

“I gotta go cap. I have to find him.” Eddie panicked.

“Do you even know where to look?”

“Brazil.”

“Eddie you need more than Brazil , or you’ll never find him.

“ I’ll take his laptop and track his credit card statements.”

“Ok Eddie you’re off work for a week.” Bobby smiled.

Eddie hugged Bobby tightly. He called Abuela and Carla to make sure they could take care of Chris. They of course said yes and were so happy he finally realized his feelings.

About 36 hours later. After packing, saying bye to Chris and traveling for hours. Eddie arrived in São Paulo. Buck was booked at “Grand Hyatt São Paulo”.

“Um hello I’m looking for an Evan Buckley? Could you tell me what room he’s in.” Eddie smiled.

“ I am sorry sir. I can not give out guest information.” The woman at the desk apologized.

Eddie sighed. “It’s ok. Can I wait for him here in the lobby.”

“We will allow it until 8.” She smiled.

“Thanks!” Eddie nodded.

A few hours passed it was now about 7 and Eddie was hungry, exhausted and had yet to find a hotel room himself.

Buck entered the lobby and groaned. Of all the hotels this Eddie doppelgänger had to be at of course it’s mine. Buck kept walking and entered the elevator only to have someone stop the door from closing. It wasn’t a doppelgänger it was actually Eddie.

Buck stood there in shock. Eddie is here. Why is Eddie here?

“What are you doing here?” Buck asked as Eddie stepped in the elevator and the doors closed.

“We need to talk.”Eddie sighed.

“So do phones not exist anymore or what?”

“Well you didn’t answer my calls so I came to find you.”

“How did you do that?” 

“When I realized you’d already left I went into your laptop. Then checked the  history and credit card statements and tracked you down.”

“Stalker!” Buck smirked.

Eddie glared at him.

“Forget it. I’m such an idiot.” Eddie huffed.

“You’re not an idiot!” Buck hissed.

Eddie was refusing to speak.

They got to Bucks floor and Buck invited him in. Eddie sat on the couch while Buck used the bathroom. When Buck returned Eddie was sound asleep. Buck covered him up and then went to sleep on the bed.

He woke up and the couch was empty. Buck got up and threw his shoe at the wall. Where was Eddie?

“What the hell?” Eddie groaned walking out of the bathroom.

“Oh” Buck whispered.

“Oh? You almost hit me with your shoe and all you can say is oh.” Eddie yelled.

“I come here to get away, and now you’re here. You seem to be in a bad mood and it’s making me feel worse. Tell me why you’re here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I tracked you down and came all the way to Brazil to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Buck come on you’re smart I think you know.”

“Just spit it out already Diaz.” Buck yelled.

"Maybe this was a big mistake. Did you run because you saw how I felt so you bolted before I could say anything. I didn’t even realize how I felt until you were gone.”

“Wait what? How do you feel about me?”

“Buck I’m in love with you.”

“You what?” Buck smiled.

“You heard me.” Eddie said.

“Well you were right I left because of you, but it’s because I love you. It hurt so much I felt stupid for falling for you and I didn’t know how to tell you.” Buck said softly.

“Damn maybe we’re both idiots.” Eddie laughed.

“What do you mean?” Buck asked.

“We spent all this money coming to Brazil to admit our feelings when we could have done it at home for free.”

“Ok one more thing.” Buck smiled.

“What would that be?” Eddie grinned.

Buck quickly stepped closer to Eddie pulling him in for a kiss.

“Whoa.”

“Damn Diaz you’re good at that!” Buck laughed:

Eddie rolled his eyes. Do you have to call me Diaz.

“It’s kinda hot when you get irritated so yes I really do.”

“Ok Evan. Two can play at that game.” Eddie whispered.

“That’s hot too.” Buck smirked.

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“How long are you here for?” Buck asked.

“I’m off a week and as much as I want to stay here with you. I can’t. Chris needs me and now that this has been taken care of I think I’ll go back.”

“I understand.” Buck smiled as he began shoving everything in his bag.

“What are you doing?”

“ I wanna go home too. This trip isn’t what I need.”

“Really? I thought you were here all month?” Eddie asked.

“I was supposed to be, but I was trying to fill a void in my life, but it’s not there anymore. Because I have you. I miss Chris already I can’t go a month with out him, and I can’t go a month with out you either.”

“Buck that’s crazy you probably spent a lot of money. I can’t let you do this.”

“Yeah I am crazy. I’m crazy about you and I’d be crazy to let you leave and not go with you. I don’t care about the money I just care about you.” Buck smiled.

 @chrrlees thanks for this idea I enjoyed writing this😘🥰

[just-some-random-blogger]

December Dates

Seventeen Summary: In the spirit of Christmas, boyfriend!svt is here to take you on a date. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, crackkkkkk, v many typos,etc.

R E Q U E S T

my friend: seventeen + cute

A/N: HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU HOS (jk) HAHAHAHAHAHHA. Also ashdiepl because im writing on a tab, i couldnt add any gifs so aksjemksksmsksksmskskdk alsO im so sorry i dont remember if the request is platonic or nah but kaksksksk this is what u get soz

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Alright

So no gifs

Imma just do a header real quick so u know wassap

S. Coups

Das better

hi header

I might delete u later if i get on a pc

But firsT seuNgcheEolL

*deep breath*

Ho u lucky enough to breath the same air he does

N now u are on aa date with him

WoWw

So bf!seungcheol is a cute lil snowflake

Which means he'll buy u an ugly ass Christmas sweater and matching gloves

THAT MATCHES THE ONES HE BOUGHT FOR HIMSELF OFC

then yall go out and play in the powdery snow outside

ImGine seungcheol grabbing yOuR hand 

cebAuse u a dumb loser that slips on nothing

Also warmth

pulling your scarf up a bit because he can tell you're getting cold

Then like a gentleman

will pUSH U INTO THE SNOW

AND START A FRICKIN SNOW WAR

HE'll hit ur dumb face he dont care

He'll maKe u wish u Stayed damn home

Rapid fire frikin snow granades man

Course iz all a bita fun

Then he'll let u win

Cause he does care Bout ur dumb Fce

Also he soft for u gross

Then once that's done he'll start laughing

Not because of post-snow ball fight adrenaline

But because he thinks himself so funny

When he busts a lung screaming "dO Ya wana biLd aSNOEMAN!!!!!"

AND THEN U decline and leave him in the snow

"YAAAAA WE HAVE TO BUILD A SNOWMAN THOUGH!" he'll laugh

U literally wana leave him and his annoying ass

U stomp away

He laughs and goes after u

His hot breath is visible 

and hits your ear when he comes up and wraps his arms around you from behind

U be like, "listen stupid, u corny af, lets break up"

Seungcheol would pout and kiss ur cheek, "nah, u still owe me hot choco. Break up with me after paying me back."

"Ew, why would i pay u back tho"

"Uh cause if you don't imma do thisss," then he proceeds to shove u into the snow again

"CHOI. SEUNG. CHEEOOOLLLLLLLLLLALAKAKAOKS!"

Ok well i have to cut this here first cos there are 12 boys left

Oh Hi hello u here back to ur regular programme

Jeonghan

Yiz

Unlike cheol

Dis ho not about to get cold 4 u uhm

Leave the cold for someone else

But get warm together

I mean

Wink wINKkkkk

Jk gtfo

This is a wholesome headcanon

Git warm he would gladly

So u know what dat means

CUddlEs

Imagine cuddling jeonghan

BoIii

It's da holidays

Which mean he bout to get dat $$$leep

Of course u dont mind that ur just sleeping in

Gurl if ya do

Let me stress out

If you mind sleeping in and cuddling with yoon jeong han

GUrL

Wathu doin????

AnYWAY

ITz u and him right

Ur in bed reading the novel he got u beforehand right

Look at u looking cute in knit sweater and glasses

EVEN IF U DONT NEED THEM THERE ARE GLZSSES

IM TRYING TO MAKE A SCENE HERE WORK WITH ME

it could be jeonghan's ur using it as a headband shhhh

So like ur sitting down

N beside u its jeonhan v slightly snoring

Right right right

Then ur like "man i want something to eat cause i've been sitting here reading all day"

But also ur always hungry

Cause who isnt tho lol

ANYWAY UR ABOUT TO STZND UP

but jeonghan like a needy ho is like noooooooooooodontgo

N ur like

aww wat a needy ho

"Jeonghan im just gonna get something to eat"

"Eat laterrr, i need u now"

He'll keep his eyes shut and shimmy over

Securing an arm on your  hip so u wont go

U roll ur eyes and put your book away on the cabinet next u

"Jeonghan ive literally been next to u since last night. I'm just gonna get something to eat, and 4 u 2!"

He'll flutter his eyes open only to close them and move even closer to place his head on ur lap

"I dont want toooooo"

U roll ur eyes again and shimmy out of his grip

But only to get into his arms and hide your face in his chest

"You're so needy," u note

"Says you who's tangling themselves on me"

"Touché"

Joshua

Okay

Get this

Joshua and gingerbread houses

He probably used to build one growing up

And he has just the person in mind he wants to rekindle the tradition with

Congrats u filthy animal

So he took the liberty of getting allll u and he would need

And so much more

Im talking chocolate bars

Shipped cream

Candy canes

Busicuits

Edible glitter

Gum drops

Shrek 1 2 3 4

Is there a four

Im too lazy to google it

And omg u so special to him he loves u so much

Screw u

He wants to share the love with the carats

So he vlives it all

And at first ur shy

Like what if the joshua stans come 4 u

Ok but in this story yall had already annouce ur relationship

AND EVERYONE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO BE COOL WITH IT FFS LET UR FAVES DATE WHOEVER THEY WANT ISTG

so

Joshua is like "noo don be shy they'll all love u"

(':

N ur like ok cos i love u sm

But not like the company sm tho *barfing noises*

So yall build a gingerbread house and do a whole ass tutorial about it

Except u dont

Cause yal are morons and could stop messing up or earing the ingredients along the way

Sorry honey ur morons i dont make the rules

"Stop eating the marshmallows!"

"U literally finished the bowl of mnms tho Joshua!"

"Uh no that was the gingerbread man,"

ANd then u all bicker like children because u are omfl

And it excalates

fooD FIGHT

U smear cream on joshuas face

He sprinkles sprinkles on ur head

U press graham crackers against either of his cheeks and ask him what he is

"A sexy graham sandwich"

"Ew no wrong answer," u reply

Can i just point out that that chocolate syrup stain is never coming off

*cough cough cough moron cough cough*

Jun

Imma bout to yeet

Junhui is also feeling nostalic

super soft super baby

And since he's probably feeling bit homesick somewhere in there

he thinks he can remedy it with a bit of chinese home cooking!!!

And whiney needy cuddles also yay

Moving on so

Will it be good?

Damn straight

itll be fikin delish

Will you try to to help him

Of course u gotta help ur man

But like duh

u have eyes

And seeing him all focus and busy and hot

Is really distracting

So like ur as useful as a broken button to him

He doesnt mind tho

He thinks ur cute

Also lovng the attnstion

But the thing about not helping

Not really

And being distracted by a cutie pie

Is that it's basicaly a disaster ending to happen so like

he's efficiently stirring up so hot stuff right

And ur like "man jun's some hot stuff"

And then BaaaaM

U knock over the damn chopping board with the knife and everything on it

Thank goodness the thing didn't chop through your foot of anything

And jun is like "oHMYGOSH DA HELL R U OK"

"... i- im sorry i knocked over ur potatoes"

"My poTaToeS! Listen rn im glad u didnt chop ur foot off"

Jun sighs and looks at the cubes of taters scattered on the floor

You frown, feeling useless

Both of u pick up ur mess

Jun puts down the kitchen utensils in hand

u picked up the last of the potatoes

"Hey we could always wash those, it's not like the floor is mud or anything, even then , potates came from mud"

"Yeah but im sorry, i wanst really helping in the first place"

Jun smirks, "nonsense! U were feeding my ego! That's enough for me!"

You snort and jun comforts u with a tight embrace

Hoshi

AlrighT fam

I thought of something pretty cute but pretty dumb for hoshi

He's like "imma do something super romantic for Christmas"

So he's like "wear something cute we gon do smth fun" @ u

So u do

U get a cute little red dress just for the occasion

And soonyoung his like "BRO MY GIRL SO SUPER CUTE"

And ur like a blushing mess cause he looks super excited with his big smile and cresent eyss

ahhh Hhh myHOSishiii fealzssmsmmsms

Anyway u think ur gonna go to some cute restaurant right

But hoshi brings u to the mall

To instead join the couples dancing contest

Soonyoung gets super nervouse at ur surprised reaction

He's like, "omg is this a super bad idea i thought it would be cute but like i guess not we dont have to go we could always just drop out"

You laugh and shake ur head, "no it's all good, but i mean like, we don't have a choregraphy, and im not like you who can just break it down."

Soonyoung lets out a breath and chuckles, "nah don't worry. It's not really a compation-competion, and regardless, they're going to show ius a choreo and the couple that best interprets wins a a romantic date for two, fit for a dancing king and queen"

And then u break into a big uwu

"Omg u are super romantic soonyoung"

He struts a pose and chuckles, "i mean, i try"

So you both participate in the contenst

Kinda zumba it out by folling the instructors

Soonyoung is helping you out with your form and explaining to you the steps

He gets a little competative so he doesn't really want to mess us

Up hearing you giggle when you do a s pin breaks his competative spirit

And all he really cares about is having a good time with you

Aleight

But admitedly

He was pretty annoyed when they annouced the winner

Were not the two off you

i mean you lot were the cutest it can gt

Who else could trump that

But then you both saw that the winners were 80 something yesr olds holding hand and looking at each other like the other was their world

and then soonyoung was like "okay valid"

You pout, "aww i hope we end up like that"

Soonyound and you turn to each other

He grins for ear to ear, "then lets go on a romantic date as well"

"I thought you'd never ask"

Wonwoo

LiNda

I hope you're ready for wonwoo 

Because i sure as hell am not 

So in case youre wondering 

Youre crazy I mean youre reading this arent you 

Prolly at midnight hi fam 

Again i dont make the rules 

Well just a btw Almost every 

Christmas tradition is pagan 

Like the tree 

The wreath 

And SANTA IS SO CREEPY YALL NEED TO GET UR CHILDREN AWAY FROM HIM 

SO MAYbe ur not all that crazy 

For not wanting to continue them on 

i mean sure u can give new meaning to things 

But you wanted none of that

 Which was whyyyy you decided to DIY the decorations to your entire house 

Nnd who else are you going to do that with other than your loving bb boyfriend wonwoo 

Wonwoo doesn't mind 

He thinks its cute 

Because it is a cute date idea 

Youtube tutorials 

Pinterest ideas and paper snowflakes and all 

Yeah 

so wonwoo is there cutting up some of the paper you folded 

You're glueing some popsicle sticks 

He's water coloring some designs in 

Youre pulling on the tape dispenser 

It's all going great 

"Jagiya... i don't want to sound mean but-"

 "They're all ugly as hell. I know Wonwoo." 

Wonwoo gives an apologetic look. 

For a moment u two dont speak 

And then you both brust into laughter 

"Aww whatever, lez stick em on!" 

And do you get your badly painted slowflakes 

Your wolf drawing 

"That's a wolf?" 

"Duh what else would it be wonwoo?" 

The letters that spelled merry chrsitmas 

And the doodle cutouts of the seventeen members 

in personalized ugly sweaters 

And placed them all over the place 

You look around basking in the glory of ur craft 

Its all very colorful 

And crafty 

And looking like a child made it 

Then like an imbecile 

U break into laughter 

"It looks like a kindergartener's classroom" 

U end up roasting yourself 

Making fun of your sloppy handwork 

And wonwoo watches u 

with adoring eyes

 "I almost forgot," wonwoo speaks up and pulls out a piece of paper 

You recive it from him and break into a smile 

"Is this us?" 

Wonwoo snorts, "no its jeonghan hyung in a dress holding my hand sweetheart"

For a moment u believe him

But then he breaks out into laughter

Woozi

Boi imma fite u

Christmas carols

Okay idek why i ended up so serious with wonwoo

But listennup

Im not about to maypke it crackier

so back to christmas carols

Dis boi is about to serande you with a christmas themed love song

So its around 8pm at night

Jihoon has is guitar

and ur just chilling right

and ur on ur phone letting him do his thing

but then from the floor he was sat on

he turns to you on the couch

And pats ur leg

"Yo i just finished my song u wann hesr"

You squeak and jump of the couch next to him

"Duh dummy!"

And he starts singing

He's talking about stars and warmth

He's spittin fire about the smell of hot choco

The  he's talking sbout how lame joshua's gingerbread house was

Next thing you know ur  crying

because omg that ginger bread houseWAS UGLY

also jihoooooooooooooon just serenaded you

Dont u just

Then jihoon catches you and panicks

"You okay? Why are you cryin?!"

"HowDARS YOU ASK ME THAT LISTEN UP U JUST SAID SOME SWEET WORDS TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!!!"

JIHOON CALms down

But u crybaby cant stop crying

and of course jihoon panicks again

So he starts singing some other Christmas song

And then u start crying about poor rudolf

And remember regina george

But then eventually you calm down

And decide to nuzzle up against jihoon who replaced his guitar with you in his arms

Then us fall asleep with him sweetly singing about the spirit of Christmas

DK

 Liz gittit

Of course this ray of light just wants to give off energy to the world 

And since he 

And u u forgetful ass 

Forgot to go shopping for presents 

You decided to go on a dec 24th shopping trip! 

Hurrah! 

But it was too eady for u two 

Like wtf 

Gift giving Is suuch and easy task 

And shoping a day before Christmas 

pshhhhhhh 

Its a heartbeat

 "Whoever gets the best gifts gets for the best price gets to boss the other around until new year," seokmin grins 

You knit your brows deeply at his words 

And wonder what the hell he has in plan for him to think of doing something so ensnaring 

So being the smarter one in the relationship 

"Uh no??" 

Seokmin was like "ok then the other has to do whatever the other says for the entirety of Christmas" 

"???? Whyyyyy?" 

"Because its not challengeing or fun if there isn't any condition" "Ugh fine" 

So the two of you zip around looking for the best gifts you could get 

You try to stay away from the people doing their last minute shopping 

Seokmin doesnt dare go in between an old lady mouthing of another customer 

Tbh its super stressful 

wtf 

what kind of date is this 

Only morons would do this wtf 

Both of you got shoved constantly 

There wasnt really much space to move around 

And there wasnt really anything to choose from 

But hey guess what 

Seokmin found some really cool gifts 

"Daheck did u get that shirt?" 

"Isle five. There were a bunch of people grabbing some stuff and this fell to the ground and so i picked it up and thought it was pretty cool"

You on the other hand got like ok gifts 

I mean theyre not bad

 But da hell did dk get a frikin eeyore onesie idek 

It was no contest.  

Seokmin defo won 

"Yisss so i win therefor u have to make me some Christmas cookies tomorrow" 

"U ho did u really just make me suffer through that so you could ask me to make cookies 4 u???" 

"Yes but we really didn have gifts tho." 

U roll ur eyes 

Seokmin's face falls, "r... r u like mad @ me?" 

"Uhhhhhhhhhh" 

You knit your brows at him but release a smile when u see his nervous look 

"No babo. Im jusy tired, lezgo back home" 

He sighs and nods, kissing your cheeks 

"Dont worry baby, ill carry all of this back home" 

Which he does 

And when u get back 

He says he forgot something in the car

then comes bzck 

And then forcefully turns u around 

Ur about to protest

But the you realize he's putting on a silver necklace on u 

"Yahhhh seokminie, u shouldnt have. Where you even get this"

"I bought it a while back, duh" he chuckles then kisses you on the cheek 

"Merry christmas jagi" 

Mingyu  

You are a genius for getting boyfriend like mingyu 

uh and super lucky like fu-- 

BUT TODAY 

Ur extra glad that mingyu is 10ft tall 

Because ur going to be decorating your very own tree 

Wow 

You bought he prettiest glass ornamnets

 and the sparkliest streamers 

"I have a vision," u explain 

Mingyu nods in understanding 

U and him lift the tree into the living room 

And then u start decorating the tree from the bottom up 

Its all rly chill

 You lot are chatting about whatever 

He's tellling you about ur tour n stuff 

U put on some Christmas tunes for flare 

And then u stand up from the floor and boogey with each other 

Yall shake ur butts 

and go around the tree wrapping it in tinself 

Mingyu steals one of the ornaments from u

 and u try to take it back from him like the genius u are 

Except hes holding it over his head 

N u cant for the life of u reach his hand up there 

So u step on his foot 

And punch his stomach 

And he bends down in reaction 

In pain

Soz

He was asking for it

U steal the decor back 

Then he proceeds to chase u around because aparently ur the bully 

*instert pikachu meme here* 

N then u get back towork 

Or i mean take a break 

And u eat a bunch of holiday special junk 

And then u get back to work 

"ok nows for the star" 

U hand him the star because its the entire point of his existance

getting that star up ther 

with his longass arms 

He turns to u "u dont wanna put it" 

BOI 

u suck in a breath 

"I cant frIKICN REACH IT U LIL" 

He give a face, "there are ways" 

"My go-- just put the AHHHHHHH"

AND THEN THE NEXT THING U KNOW

 Hes crouching down pulling ur legs on his shoulders 

"MINGYU PUT ME DOWN" you say, about to rip of his face 

Mostly because u have nothi to hold onto

but he stands 

with u on his shoulders

and walks to the tree 

"Put the damn thing on before u fall!!" 

Wow its ur fault again

And screaming u put the star on 

And mingyu putz u down 

"Okay that was stressful" 

U punch him in the gut again 

The8  

Minghao is super tired 

But super looking forward to spending time with u 

So u defintely go on a date 

But its of the lazy movie watch variety

Im talking all the chesey romance movies 

Set in december 

that has like mistletoe kisses 

And snow scenes 

And also those holiday specials

 For catroons 

And non cartoons 

Even the one with arnold swartzimacallit 

You pull out the laptop 

And get on netflix 

There's popcorn on 

And hot tea 

Or whatever the hell 

Its all just very warm 

and u and minghao are wrapped together in a warm blanket 

Ur nestled in between is legs and ur super warm and cozy and im so soft bleh 

"Oh oh, u should see this part, its my fav--" 

But u stop uourself when u turn and see minghao fell asleep

 U coo and let him obvi 

taking unflattering pictures duh 

But also cute ones because 

#couplegoals 

He doesn't sleep through all the movies though 

You end up watching non christmas themed films too 

Like toy story4 

OKAY I CRIED AT THE ENDING 

PIXAR IS REALLY COMING FOR MY WIG 

"You look really cute cuddled up against me" he'll randomly blurt 

U feel ur cheeks brun at that 

but no he cant have that 

"I thought i was always cute" 

He chuckles and groans as he hugs u tightly 

U laugh at his reaction 

"Of course you're always cute" 

"Ok but the teddy bear u got me is actually cuter" 

"Nononono, the teddy is cute but uuu are cuter" 

"Were u always this gross?" 

Seungkwan 

Okay 

before u tell me these are getting worse and worse every passing member 

i would first like to say i know 

and  that seungkwan bought u a cute dress for Christmas 

and took u to a fancy restaurant 

Ok ur welcome 

But like even if it werent fancy 

U'd still like it 

cause holy guacamole 

imagine holding seungkwans hand as u walk around

Jsut being so head over heels

and super in love with the cutie

Groooossss 

LinDA 

The feeling is mutual for him when he's around u 

so he stops mid conversations 

just to take ur pic 

Its kinda annoyig 

but kinda cute 

"Hey unknow hansol told me about-- what are u doing"

 "No go on, im just talking ur picture"

 Literally the bst hype man alive 

Will make take dozen upon dozen photos of u 

And will make u pose for aethetics 

He will go on making sure everyone knows u da hottest ho in the place 

n ur like "seungkwan stfu u embarrassssing meee" 

And then oml  

Some moron tries to hit on u 

and seungkwan sqwares up ready to hit a fool 

would he actually do it i mean 

Like 

prolly Not 

but then again he looked really mad 

So u calm him down 

and u go bzck home 

And the cuddles 

"Baby girl im sorry if i embarrassed u"

 "Nah itz chill i mean i know u have good intentions"

U smile and he takes another candid phto of u

"Broooooo!!"

 "Im donnnr. Now hows about we get rid of that dress" 

Vernon  

okay im willing to guess hansol loves drinking hot chocolate in the winter

So he's like 

"Lets do a hot choco review" 

And buys 897 types of hot choco 

Or like ten 

wtf eight hundres pluss is too much 

So ur like okay i like hot choco 

and then he pulls out his phone and does a vlive 

"No i am not jealous of joshua hyungs vlive with his gf" 

Yall make like ten cups of hot choco 

and is chaotic 

Idek how u could get injured 

But hey 

It wasnt even the hot water invovled 

but the wrapping of the choco powder 

"Technical difficulties hansol is a big moron" 

U get him a bandaid

"Ya! I am not" 

Yall start reviewing anyway 

*insert try guys eugenes voice* 

Im rihght

 Ur wong 

Shut up 

After trying the first onw 

Ur like wow dis is good 

the second was even better 

The third one u hold

then u realized there were eight more cups 

And that u made so

much 

so u were like "omf there is too much "

then u debated whether or not calling seventeen to drink the rest 

But then hansol was like "ther isnt enough for themm"

Then ur like 

"okay whatabout making a super hotchoco" 

n vernon was like 

???? 

"THATS THE BEST IDEA UVE EVVER HAD" 

SO YALL GET A BIGASS POT 

MIX THE REST IN 

REALIZE U HAVENT RATED THE other cups

 Shrug it off 

and get a cup of the hot choco mix 

"Tastes like corn" 

"Bish dafaq" 

Dino 

Yikes 

so 

Chan is a dumb ho 

and got himself sick at Christmas so 

nononoono thats a no to any cute date ideas 

and its just you and him staying at home 

U personally dont mind 

but hes like "awww but i had so many ideas"

 but obvi U cant risk him getting any sicker than he already is 

So you stay home and take care of him 

and all he can do is complain about everything 

about the cold 

his runny nose 

The lack of taste of the food

 His head ache 

The fact his bed is hot 

And that fact that u have to take care of him 

And treat him like a baby 

"I am not a baby" 

"Listen up, u are always gonna be my baby" 

"Not u toooooo najsjsjjs" 

You make him some hot cocoa 

And hes like "im not drinking that if u call me baby again" 

"Babybabybabybabybaby" 

Ugghgg "If you keep doing that im not going to give u the gift i gotchu" 

"Well das on u" 

And then u end up going ona glaring contest 

Chan ends up giving it to u anyway 

"i hope u choke on it" he grumbles with insencerity 

U coo when u see that its a handwritten letter 

And then u end up crying because hes super soft

N ur super soft

And gahhh u love him so much

 Chan pats ur back because he doesnt want to get u sick if he hugs u  

U sniffle and wipe ur eyes 

"Who's the baby now, cry baby" 

You snarl and pinch his side 

And now i say

This was probably hecking bzd but i hope u enjoyed 

merry CHRISTMAS 

ITS MY FABORITE HOLiDAY 

TAKE CARE Of urselves mwaah

Support me on ko-fi

[cottontail20]

In Happy Times, Our Love Does Grow, Chapter 46: Really Good Hugs

Summary: Viv has a question for Wanda.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20601530/chapters/57532627

Wanda now spent the majority of her weekends with Vision and Viv, but when the weekend of Mother's Day arrived, she decided to let them be on their own. It wasn't something that she and Vision had actually discussed, but Wanda thought that this was probably a time for them to honour Virginia, and she did not want to intrude on that, even if it would make things considerably harder for herself.

Mother's Day was always a tough day for Wanda Maximoff, both due to the tragic circumstances in which she'd lost her own Mother, and the equally tragic loss of the person with whom she had shared a Mother. Before Pietro's death, the two of them would spend Mother's Day together, quietly reflecting or reminiscing. Now, since she couldn't visit her Mother's resting place, an unmarked grave somewhere in Sokovia, she would usually spend the day visiting Pietro's grave instead. --

When Mother's Day did arrive, Wanda stayed in bed much later than she usually would, even on a Sunday. She wasn't asleep, she just wasn't ready to face the day just yet. When she finally did get up, she made herself some toast and a cup of tea, cursing when she slightly burned the toast, but still ate it, before getting ready for her trip to to the Cemetery.

She took her time doing so, not really all that eager to get where she was going. Both the walls and floors in Wanda's apartment block were quite thin, so she could hear some distant activity in the building's lobby. Assuming it was people coming to visit loved ones in the building, Wanda was too lost in a small cloud of Mother's Day melancholy to notice that whoever was in the lobby left quite quickly.

Once she was ready, Wanda sighed deeply, and reluctantly set off. --

Though the days were growing warmer, Wanda shivered a little as she entered the cemetery. Wanda had never liked these places, and liked them even less now that her brother was buried in one. It still seemed so wrong to her that her brother, so full of life, was cold in the ground. It probably didn't help, Wanda thought as she walked the path to Pietro's final resting place, that he was buried in a section that saw relatively little maintenance. She hadn't been able to afford anyone better.

Wanda hadn't brought anything with her, no flowers, or a card. What was the point when the person would never see it? She was slightly surprised to find a flower already propped against her twin's headstone, but didn't think much of it, assuming that one of Pietro's girlfriends had stopped by. He had been quite the ladies' man.

"Hello, Pietro" Wanda couldn't help the slight teasing tone that came to her voice as she knelt by her brother's grave. It was instinctive, as it had been when he was alive. "Have you had a prieten special visit?"

Wanda chatted for a bit, about everything, and yet nothing at all. Even after she had stopped chatting, she still remained there for awhile. She never liked leaving her brother. It was just so terribly unfair that he was gone. Wanda felt a lump in her throat, but before sadness could completely overwhelm her, a familiar small blonde blur suddenly barrelled into her chest, perching in her lap.

"Hi, Wanda!"

"Vivian!" Vision quietly scolded his daughter as he approached, "I told you to wait.. I'm sorry, Wanda."

"It's okay, Vizh" Wanda replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. Although the intrusion had been unexpected, Wanda's spirits were immediately lifted by their presence. "Hello, Miss Vivian. What are you up to?"

"We've been visiting Mommy.." said Viv, pointing in the direction from which she and her Father had come.

"She's over there?" Wanda currently felt quite silly for never realising that Virginia was probably buried in the same graveyard as Pietro. There weren't really a lot of other options nearby.

"Uh-huh" Viv nodded. "Does your brother like his flower?"

"What?" Wanda blinked.

"We left your brother a flower" Viv indicated the bloom propped against the headstone.

"I recognised his name as we passed by" Vision explained. "Vivian insisted.. I hope that's okay."

"Of course" Wanda couldn't help but smile, idly running a hand over Viv's hair. "It was very sweet of you.. I'm sure Pietro loves his flower, Fata dulce."

"That's good" Viv grinned. "Wanda, do you wanna come get hot dogs in the park with us?"

"Oh.." Wanda hesitated, "I wouldn't want to intrude on you and your Daddy.."

"You wouldn't be" said Vision quickly. "I was just about to call you when Viv saw you. I was going to call earlier, actually, but I didn't know how you felt about Today, or any traditions you might have, and I didn't want us to intrude.. When we saw you here, it seemed a bit pointless to call when I could just Ask you in person.. Although I did ask Vivian to wait a moment.."

"Sorry" Viv smiled sheepishly.

"It's alright" Wanda chuckled. After all her worries about not intruding on them, it seemed Vision had been concerned about the same thing. She glanced at Pietro's headstone. Anything she'd had in the way of traditions ended here. Last year, the rest of her day had included getting black-out drunk, but maybe she could avoid that this time around. "You know what? Hot dogs sound great. Bring on the Hot Dogs."

"Yay!" Viv cheered, hopping out of Wanda's lap.

Wanda took the hand Vision offered to help her up, brushing herself off before leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. Maybe, the rest of today didn't have to be quite so bad. --

After a quick detour to drop off Wanda's car back at her apartment, they headed to the park.

Wanda and Viv currently sat under the shade of a large tree, waiting while Vision had gone to fetch their hot dogs from a nearby cart. The line was rather long, so they could be waiting a while, but Wanda didn't mind.

"Wanda.." said Viv, crawling into her lap, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Fata Dulce" Wanda ran her fingers through Viv's golden hair. The simple gesture of affection had become rather instinctive now. "What did you want to ask?"

"Well.. what.. what was it like, having a Mommy?" Viv asked shyly. "I don't 'member mine, and Daddy never had one, so he can't tell me. But you had one, for a little while. What was it like?"

"Oh.." Wanda's heart broke for the little girl who was quickly becoming one of the centres of her universe, and couldn't help pulling her a little bit closer. "Well, a Mommy.. a good Mommy, will always love you no matter what, even if you're naughty. If you make mistakes, they will help you fix them without being too mad. Sometimes they teach you things.. Before My Mommy went to heaven, she started teaching me a few old recipes that my Grandmother taught her. I have a book where I wrote some of them down.."

"Can I see?" Viv asked hopefully. "I like cooking."

"I'll bring it over one day" Wanda smiled softly. "Maybe we can all make something together."

"That would be fun!"

"It would" Wanda nodded, pausing for a few moments. "One more thing I remember.. Mommies give really good hugs. Probably the best hugs ever."

"That sounds nice."

"It was."

Viv was quiet for a minute or two, but crawled closer, snuggling into Wanda's chest.

"Wanda?" She said quietly.

"Yes, Miss Vivian?" She held Viv close, idly stroking her hair.

"You give really good hugs.."

The words immediately tugged at Wanda's heart, and tears, happy tears, prickled at the corners of her eyes, though didn't fall. She held Viv closer, her lion purred and roared all at once, because no-one, no-one, was ever going to hurt this little girl while she was around.

"Thank you, Fata dulce. So do you."

[glitterdreamsz]

Scandalous (part 2)

Roger Taylor x reader

Summary: Reader is an emerging actress who met Roger at a premiere of one of her movies. They immediately clicked and now they have been in a relationship for almost a year. There’s only one big problem: the reader isn’t the only woman in Roger’s life. In fact he is married and has a child. That makes them keep  their relationship a secret to the world.

In the series I imagined Roger to be 32 years old while the reader would be 27.

A/N: Yay!! I finally was able to finish it so now here I am with the new chapter!!! I hope you like it. Drama are about to come in paradise city.

Oh, I know that the argue about Bri’s guitar was in ‘77 while the story takes place in the 80s but I had to put it.

English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistake.

Hope you like it and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!Have a nice day xx

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female giving to male), fingering 

Words: 2,8k+

The light which got through your slightly open curtains woke you up, still not opening your eyes you groaned softly and stretched your arm on the other side of the bed. It was empty. As you felt a lump in your throat you opened your eyes, did he really left your flat in the late night or early morning and lied to you? All your worries, though, disappeared as you took a look around the room, his clothes were still on the chair and that’s when you heard some noises coming from your kitchen. As a smile formed on your lips you got up from your bed wearing only your knickers, you took his shirt and put it on leaving the firs two button open, just like he always does. Lying against the kitchen door frame you savoured the view, Roger dressed only with his boxer making breakfast. “I can feel you’re staring” he said still concentrated in cooking the bacon. Chuckling you walked to him wrapping your arms around his waist “Good morning to you too” you told leaving a soft kiss on his bare back. “You know, I thought the other way around, it should be me cooking” you left another kiss on his shoulder “And it should be your hands wandering my chest” it came out almost as a whisper while your fingertips drew some lines on his chest and got dangerously close to his boxer waistband. You could feel his body shiver under your touch and the thought that you could give him the same feelings he gave you made you grin. “I wanted to cook so then we could have breakfast in bed.” Roger’s hand reached back to your bum cheek and softly smacked it “So go back to bed” You both chuckled “At your command sir” You joked “But don’t make me wait too long”.

After a few minutes Roger appeared in your bedroom with a tray with coffee, eggs and bacon. “It smells amazing” You said taking the trail so that he could sit on the bed without spilling anything. As soon as he got closer to you, Roger cupped your cheeks and kissed you so full of love that it took your breath away. “I still have to give you your good morning kiss” the drummer said as he pulled away, the only thing you were able to do was smiling and biting your lip. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.” The blonde man said bringing a piece of bacon to his mouth.

“I should make you stay here more mornings if that means always having breakfast in bed” You said taking the last sip of your coffee. “Yeah, don’t get used to it” Roger joked taking the tray away and putting it on the floor. His joke, though, had an opposite effect on you, it took away the smile you were having since you woke up. You knew you couldn’t get used to it, actually you knew that that would be the only morning you would have spent with him in your apartment. For just a few hours you wanted to pretend you weren’t his secret lover, you just wanted to be his only one, yet he were able to remind you which were the truth. Roger realised what he caused and trying to repair his mistake he reached out for you, his hands laid on your hips as he made you straddle his lap so you could face him. “Have I already told you how much I like you in this outfit?” He asked playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Anytime I’m wearing one of your shirt” you replied as a hint of a smile appeared again on your face and that made Roger feel like he was on the right way to make you feel good again. “I know, but this time it looks different.” His finger traced a line from your throat to your breasts and stopped between them where the first button of the shirt was closed, and god, that small gesture made your whole body weak. “It looks like someone is copying my style” he grinned and moved you even closer to him, his lips found your exposed skin and you lost your capability of responding back to him. “How much time before you have to leave for work?” his fingers worked on the shirt unbuttoning it as his mouth kissed each new piece of skin that was revealed. You ran your hair through his hair and looked at the watch on your bedtime table. “We have an hour.” “Perfect” and with that he opened completely the shirt, his mouth found your lips in a heated kiss, his hands travelled your naked back under the fabric and moved you even closer making your chests touch. That caused you moving your hips against his earning a moan from both of you, you both needed to catch your breaths but instead of stopping Roger left a trail of kisses on your jawline. His hands now cupped your breasts now and started to massage them. “Rog” you moaned softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you grind on him, you could feel him grow harder against you and that made him whimper. A groan escaped from your lips as his hands left your body but soon you could feel his hand slowly sliding in your knickers and you bit your lip, his finger found your clit “You’re already so wet” he grinned getting a moan from you as a response “Don’t tease” you managed to say. “Already so eager?” and after moving his finger in a circular movement against your clit he slid it down and inside you. “God” you cried out as your fingertips pressed against his shoulders. He started to move his finger in and out of you and only after adding a second one his lips started to play with your nipple. You were out of breath from all that action, curses kept leaving your mouth as you grind your hips against him feeling the familiar hot sensation building in your stomach. “Cum for me love” Roger whispered in your ear as he felt your walls getting tighter, and those word made you moan his name loud as you cum on his fingers. You hid your face on the crook of neck as you tried to make your breaths slow down to regular and whimpered softly as his finger left your body. “I bet your neighbors would be pretty pissed for getting up by you.” Roger chuckled “Oh don’t worry” your breath was finally steady again “They will pissed also because of you” You smirked, your hand travelled down Roger chest and pushed him softly making him lay down on the bed as you still straddle his lap. You left some wet kisses all down his chest and as your lips reached his boxer waisted band your fingers hooked on it slowing it down and Roger quickly kicked them of on the ground. You wrapped your hand around his boner and start to stroke him, he whimpered at the contact. Your lips started to wrap his tip slowly sucking on it “Y-you also...d-don’t have to tease” he complained. So your mouth slowly took all his length and you started to bob your head up and down “You feel so good” he moaned as his hand reached your hair holding them in a ponytail and at the same time creating more friction. As you started to go faster his free hand gripped tight the bed sheet “S-stop or I will cum” and with that you sat up “I want to cum inside you” he said as his hands reached your panties and took them off from you. As he was doing so you were about to take his shirt off when he stopped you “Keep that on, you look so sexy with that on.” “Rog, that would smell of sweat later” you said as you managed to toss it off “I don’t think that’s the best fragrance to have when you’ll go to the studio” you chuckled as you got closer to him again. With his arm around your waist Roger made you lay on the bed as he hovered you, his hand reached down to his erection and after lining up he slowly slid inside you as you both moaned. While you adjusted to him your hands cupped his cheeks bringing his face closer to yours and you kissed him passionately, the movement of your hips against his gave him the approval and he started to move in and out of you. His movements were slow, he wanted to feel any inch of you as you both moaned each other names over and over again. But then the two of you needed more, his hand reached your thigh, making your leg wrap around his waist, the same hand moved on your hip holding it tight and the other hand reached the headboard. His trust became quicker and harder, your moans became louder as he hit all your right spot. “I-I’m close” you moaned holding him close to you, your walls clenching around him made Roger curse as he kept moving “Cum around me” he said as his face hide on the crook of your neck. Two trust after you were a mess and cum moaning loud his name, Roger kept moving inside you as he was close too, his forehead against your skin and as your name left his lips you could feel him filling you. The room was filled with heavy breathes as Roger collapsed on you and your hands slowly played with his sweaty hair. After you both came down from your high Roger slid off you and a small whimper left your lips “We should shower before it gets too late” you told him as he laid on his side, the blonde nodded as he put a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Can I join you?” you nodded “But only a quick shower, nothing more” 

After you got ready you walked into the bathroom to apply some mascara before leaving for work “Is that my toothbrush in your mouth?” you asked looking at Roger

“Was that my dick in your mouth just a few moments ago?” Touché

“Still, it’s gross” you stated

“I find it pretty hot when you get down on me.”

“I didn’t mean your dick!” you groaned “Oh come on Rog, get out or I’ll be late.”

Roger laughed as he followed you out of your flat “Will you come to the rehearsal after work?” he asked as you locked the door. You nodded putting the keys on your bag “Sure, but now I really have to go. I’ll see you later lover” And after pecking his lips you left.

*****

As you got out of your car you could already hear the music coming out from the building, but as you walked in it stopped and was replaced by an argument.

“I’m playing what I always played” you recognised Brian’s voice

“You play nee ni nee ni ni” sassy queen Freddie

“I’m playing exactly what was on the record Fred.”

“You do slow down” Roger said, that man, he could never stay in his place

“Oh fuck, slowing down” Brian answered back.

“You expect all of us to be PERfect before you even attempt to be any fucking…” the sassiness on Freddie really had no limits that almost made you laugh

“Oh don’t be fucking ridiculous.” And with that Brian went back to play but out of nowhere John said “Take it down a bit.”

“OH don’t take it down!” Roger stated and before he could throw his drum sticks to the poor John you stepped in “Did I arrive at the wrong moment?” hearing your voice Roger quickly turned to you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Oh no, you just saved us from a imminent war, my dear” Freddie said walking towards you “How are you darling?”

“I’m good, thanks Freddie” you smiled as he hugged you

“Still sure you want to come on tour with these freaks?” The guys knew about you and Roger, they actually knew about all his infidelities even before he cheated on his wife with you. He always had a girl around, but once he met you, you became his only secret love. They could see that he was happy with you, still they couldn’t understand where he was going, why still staying with his wife when he kept saying that he was happier with you? You all wondered the same thing.

“I’m sure Freddie, I guess I would be able to stand all your diva personalities.” “Wait down there love, we will take a break just in a few minutes and you Freddie move your ass back here” Roger said. You sat down on one of the chair who was in front of the stage where the guys were playing, you were listening, keeping the time with your feet. Then suddenly the door opened “Dada!” a two years old blonde boy ran towards the stage. the y all stopped playing and Roger got up from his drum set and went to pick up the boy “Hey buddy” he smiled tickling him softly. It was his son, you sat there looking at him, you never saw Roger with his son before and now that scene made your heart ache. But his son wouldn’t come there alone if he was there it meant that also… “Hi love” a female voice approached the stage, it was her, his wife. And you saw her, for the first time and your heart broke. She reached for Roger and kissed his lips “You forgot your wallet at home, so I thought that you might have needed it. So i came around.” She smiled “Hi guys” she said greeting all the others but when she turned around her smile faded, she froze seeing you sat there. Your reaction wasn’t different, you were motionless, you didn’t know what to say or do. You didn’t dare to look at Roger as it would have been too obvious and after what seemed like and eternity Freddie decided to speak. “Dominique this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Dominique, Roger’s wife.” You smiled lightly, where was Freddie going? What was he doing. “(Y/N) is a good friend of mine, she came here so that later we can go out celebrating. She just finished to record the new season of her tv series and we are about to start a tour.” God bless Freddie Mercury. “Oh yes, I saw some episodes of your series. That’s where I already saw you.” She smiled at you. “Well, it was nice to see you guys, (Y/N), but I have to go now” Dominique said. “Don’t you want to stay and see us rehearse?” Roger asked...seriously? “No, I have things to do” she replied taking their son in her arms and walking quickly out of the building. As the door closed Roger moved closer to you and stroked tenderly your arm “Love.” Shivers ran down your back. “I-I’ll go out to smoke” you said looking for your cigarettes in your bag. “I’ll come…” but you blocked him “Alone” and with that you went outside.

Your fingers were trembling as you tried to light up your cigarette, your eyes were getting watery. You felt guilty, you were guilty, you were breaking a family. If you weren’t Roger’s lover maybe he and his wife could solve their problems, maybe their marriage wouldn’t break. You saw the way she looked at you, she knew you were more than Freddie’s friend, she knew. But you wanted to lie to yourself, you wanted to think that she believed to what Freddie told her.

By the time you walked back in the boys were packing up their instruments, you quietly walked by Roger who cleaned his hands on his trousers after finishing with his set. He smiled and you and pecked your lips “What if we order some sushi and eat it at your place?” He asked laying his hands on your hips. “So I can remedy from skipping yesterday dinner?” “You should go back home Roger.” His smile faded away. “But (Y/N), you know that I promised Dominique that tomorrow I will spend the whole day with her before leaving for the tour. That means that we won’t see each other till the day after tomorrow.” You wanted to spend the night with him so bad, you wanted to have dinner with him, watch a shitty movie while you were cuddled up on the couch and then eventually make love. But after seeing her and their son you couldn’t. “We will spend enough time together during the tour.” You smiled softly “Go home to your family Roger.”

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