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spencestyles · 4 years ago

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The Other Woman

summary: spencer and meave have a toxic relationship after saving diane and the new agent doesn’t help

pairing: meave x spencer, spencer x BAU!reader

warnings: angst (lowkey), cursing, broken relationship, fluff

words: 4k+

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Ever since the team and I stopped Diane from killing Maeve, things were different. When I dreamed about meeting Maeve, I thought things would be perfect, we would be a match made in heaven. But after finding out important things she felt to leave out (like she was engaged), the spark was seeming to fade and just genuinely getting to know her personality. Of course our new agent wasn't any help either.

y/n y/l/n

She was different from any other girl I had met. She was smart and a great listener, she was determined to keep learning. She didn't try to outsmart me like Maeve had begun to do. Her biggest talent and asset to the team was her interrogation skills.

"Brian, I know how you are feeling," y/n said to the unsub. "You are upset your dad left you and upset that he left you with your mother."

"She was never a mother," Brian screamed. "That dirty whore didn't know her left from her right."

"The girls?" y/n asked. "Did they know their right from their left?"

"I wouldn't know, I didn't do anything to them," Brian said.

"Well I do, I looked into their background, all single mothers, husband left. They weren't dirty Brian, they were doin-"

"YES THEY WERE. They are all whores. I tried to help them, to help their children. But they were just like she was, a whore."

Since the first day she arrived, I've been enthralled by her presence. Maeve asked to move in around a month ago, I said no. She was so upset it was almost pitiful. It had been an argument that continued for weeks and was heated tonight at our at home dinner date. "Why, Spencer, why can't I move in with you?" She yelled at me.

"Because I barely know you," I yelled back, quickly calming down. "We may have been talking on the phone, but we have known each other in person for five months. I just, Meave, I'm going through a rough time at work. It wouldn't be good for you to move in right now." I made a large breath as Maeve roughly stood up from the table.

"Is there someone else?" Maeve asked. "That new agent, (wrong name), or whatever-"

"y/n"

"Like I said, whatever. Are you talking to her, is there something going on?"

"Maeve, there is nothing going on between y/n and I," I explained. "She is a new agent, she is young, she is like I was when I joined the BAU. I am just trying to help her get settled."

"Why can't JJ do that? She was young when she joined."

"Because JJ was the communications liaison then, she didn't become a profiler until two years ago."

"Whatever," Maeve said, grabbing her purse. "I'm leaving, I need to think."

Thank God

"Ok, we need to talk about this," I said. Maeve muttered something before slamming the door.

Moments like this made me question the relationship I created with Maeve. Maybe it's because I never really knew her. I knew her job and that she was smart, but I didn't know how clingy she was or bitchy and competitive. I don't blame Diane for being so upset. Why was she so upset about y/n, I mean y/n is gorgeous and smart. But she is so young, she's only 24. Tomorrow was going to be a good day, tomorrow I was finally going to make some decisions about Maeve.

Waking up the next morning felt like a chore. The sound of my phone going off was much worse than my alarm clock.

"Reid."

"Spencie, it's y/n," the angelic voice I was longing to hear was music to my ears at 3 in the morning. "We have a case, JJ called me and told me to call you. Which thinking about it is a little strange- wait that's not the point of this call. I need you to pick me up."

"Yeah I can come get you," I said rushing around. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Thanks Spencie, I owe you big time."

Running around my room, I tried to pick my best outfit. y/n loved when I dressed in blue or purple, so I decided I would dress in blue this fine morning. My light blue button down and my tight navy pants, made me look a sexy professional as I would say, so would Derek (and hopefully y/n). I hated driving, but I would never tell y/n that, she is too cute when singing in the car for me to say no to her.

On my way to her apartment (which was very small and in a terrible area), I began to think about what y/n said on the call. JJ called me and told me to call you. Why wouldn't JJ just call me. I mean I do tell JJ about my problems with Maeve and my schoolboy crush on y/n, but she was so upset when I first said it.

"Maeve is literally your dream girl Spence, why are you trying to stop that? And for y/n, now I know she is smart and wow, she is hot, but Spence, she is 24. She still has a lot of growing up to do. Also, I didn't work my ass off to save Maeve for you to end things with her."

JJ was right, y/n was too young and too naive to know what she wanted. Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted. I fell for a girl over the phone and then realized she's not at all what I thought. I should have known.

Arriving at y/n's apartment building I texted her a quick 'here' before noticing her car tire had been slashed. The passenger door opened and y/n sat down handing me a large coffee in her typical reusable to-go cups. "y/n you didn't have to bring me coffee," I said.

"Spence, it's three in the morning and you are driving," you said with a straight face. "I brought you the coffee so you wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel and we would die." I laughed before taking a big swig of the drink and heading to the office.

"I saw your tire had been slashed, what happened?"

"I don't know, JJ called me so I went out to get my go-bag from the car because I left my good mug in it and I saw the tire was slashed. I have no idea how it happened or why, it's really annoying though, I just got new tires." The situation with y/n's tire was strange, I mean she lives in a complex where nearly twenty cars are out front if they aren't in the back lot. Why only her car? Maybe it was nothing special, just a coincidence.

y/n heard my phone ring and looked at the screen, "It's Maeve," showing me the screen. "Why is your girlfriend calling you at 3:30 in the morning?"

"I have no clue y/n, leave it to ring out. I'll get to her later."

This has happened before. When I drop y/n off from a case that ran late or after a night with the team. I get calls and texts from Maeve enraged. Does she honestly not understand we work together. We live less than six minutes from each other, so when we ride together it's not like either of us are going out of our way.

After spending most of the car ride singing to Taylor Swift, we arrived at Quantico and rushed to the elevators. We weren't late, but y/n liked to be early so she didn't look sweaty for the team.

"Why do you hate looking sweaty?" I asked her.

"Well, when our Unit Chief is a TOTAL dilf, I'd like to at least look nice," she said smiling. I frowned. "Kidding Spence, not totally, but I like to look nice because I am still proving my spot on this team and good hygiene is very respectable."

Of course she has a crush on Hotch, not that she has daddy issues or anything. But they are so close and the validation he gives her is a bit too much to be work appropriate. I'm honestly just so glad its not Derek she has a crush on.

"That makes sense, I'm going to call Maeve to she what she needed," I said stepping towards the conference room. "She's been calling me non stop." y/n nodded as she rubbed paper towels on her armpits.

Right as I was about to dial Maeve, her name flashed across my screen, "Hello."

"Spencer, what the hell," she screamed. "Why were you at y/n's at three in the morning."

"Maeve, tell me where I am right now," I said.

"You are at work Spencer," She answered. "But that is besides the point. Why did YOU pick her up?"

"BECAUSE WE WERE GOING TO WORK AND SHE LIVES SIX MINUTES FROM ME," I yelled, tired of her assumptions and bitchy, clingy behavior. "JJ called y/n and told her to tell me we had a case and her car's tire was slashed so she asked for a ride. There is no harm in that."

Maeve let out a large breath, "I don't want you around her anymore."

"What, I can't do that, we work together," I laughed.

"Quit," she said shortly. "Or tell Hotch that she is terrible to work with and isn't qualified for the team."

"Maeve, you are angry. I'm not quitting and y/n is very qualified at her job, Hotch wouldn't believe me."

"Then why do you help her if she's qualified?"

"I told you that last night, this conversation is over." I hung up the phone hearing her protests. I looked over and saw the team looking at me, they obviously had heard the interaction. y/n looked confused. Why was she being brought into this?

The team walked into the conference room, "Garcia, you can begin," Hotch said. Turning to me he said, "We will talk about this before we leave." I nodded. I didn't listen to Garcia presenting the case, but I looked at y/n. She looked like she had been crying, I don't know why, hopefully it wasn't me. After the presentation, Hotch gave us thirty minutes to gather ourselves before we needed to be on the jet.

He pulled me into his office, "What was that in the conference room?"

"Maeve thinks I'm cheating on her with y/n," I said. "It's not a big deal."

Hotch looked at me sternly, "Well it becomes a big deal when our newest agent tells me she should transfer because she doesn't like that she's interfering with your relationship. Now y/n cannot be transferred, she is an asset to this team and the team loves her. You need to sort your shit out with Maeve." I nodded and walked out the door over to y/n's desk where she was getting her small things together.

As soon as she saw me walking over, she began to walk away, "y/n wait."

"I'm going to see Penelope," She said, not looking at me. Even without looking directly at me, the tear stains were evident.

I looked over at JJ who had seen the whole interaction, "JJ what do I do?"

"Well Spencer, you need to either break up with Maeve or get over your crush on y/n," She said sarcastically. "In my opinion, you should break up with Maeve anyway. After hearing that phone call, I think she sounded toxic and manipulative. Give y/n some space, she just got a lot thrown at her. She thinks she's a homewrecker."

I sighed, "I know I need to end things with Maeve, but I feel so horrible."

"You feel horrible even though she treats you like that?" JJ asked, shocked.

"I just don't want her to think I led her on or I actually was cheating on her with y/n."

"You may not be cheating on her with y/n, but Spence," I looked up at her. "You like y/n, you can't deny that. y/n still is the other woman, whether its intimate or not."

JJ was right, I was about to walk up to Penelope's office when Derek reminded us we had to leave. Looking ahead, I saw y/n talking with Hotch. She looked upset and Hotch looked concerned, but when he looked over at me, he was pissed.

As we made it to the entrance of the jet, I told JJ and Derek I would meet them on the jet, wanting to talk to Hotch, "Hey, what did y/n say to you?"

"She told me this was her last case," Hotch said. "She gave Strauss resignation forms and is going to be an elementary art teacher. Now she isn't even transferring. Fix this now or you will be suspended from cases and you will be staying back and doing paperwork until I see fit. You and your relationship problems should not have led to y/n leaving the team."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. y/n was leaving the team. She was leaving because of me. Because I was so enchanted by her smile and the slight gleam in her eye.

Worst of all, she isn't even staying in the FBI. She is going to do the job she said she always wanted to do after the FBI. y/n always told me she wanted to stay in the FBI and then when it got to be too much, she wanted to teach art.

You may say I'm a terrible person for basically emotionally cheating on Maeve, but Maeve and I would never work in the long run. She may have been my back then, but she will never be my forever.

Walking onto the jet, I felt the hostile stares of my teammates. y/n sat at the corner of the jet, alone, reading her favorite book, Little Women. While the book is very boring in my opinion, I understand the appeal to y/n. A strong female lead who doesn't believe in the common standards in her time period. Much like Jo March, y/n was strong willed. She always put up a challenge to the ideas she opposed.

I unfortunately, was Theodore Lawrence in this situation. In love with Jo March, but I needed to show it to her. The only and strongest difference was that I am in a relationship.

I need to end it with Maeve.

That however, will be easier said than done. Maeve is much like Amy March: annoying, greedy, easily angered, jealous, and most of all the one that is settled for.

But no, I, Spencer Reid, will not settle for Amy, I am going to get Jo.

I was walking over to y/n when I was stopped by Rossi, "Don't make it any worse than it already is, kid." Appalled, I looked at him and then the team. Their faces all said the same thing only Rossi was able to make into words. I decided to sit not near them and not near y/n. I sat by myself and created a plan to keep y/n at the BAU.

The plan went as so:

1. Convince y/n to stay and explain relationship problems with Maeve

2. Break up with Maeve

3. Tell y/n what truly happened with Maeve (phone calls, kidnapping, and after)

4. Tell y/n feelings (and pray she feels the same)

This plan was definitely going to be easier said than done. The hardest part being breaking up with Maeve.

The case wasn't eventful and easy to figure out. The unsub was killing people who looked like his wife that left him at the altar. Not once did Hotch put me with y/n, understandably. Instead, y/n spent her time with JJ and Hotch.

I decided to not talk to anyone because I needed to devise my plan. I needed to break up with Maeve, but make sure I kept y/n out of it. That was going to be the challenge, Maeve was going to blame the break up on y/n. I decided to text Maeve a quick 'jet is landing. I'm coming over. We have things to discuss.'

I turned off my phone, knowing Maeve would start blowing it up. The jet landed and I went to begin step one, but Derek stopped me from going towards her further, "Pretty Boy, I know you want things to get right with Pretty Girl, but give her space. Just a little and sort things out with Maeve. After hearing what JJ and y/n have said about her, you should end things.

I nodded and sprinted to my car, seeing as y/n got a ride with Penelope. The ride over to Maeve's house was tense, even though I was alone. I couldn't stop thinking of the outcomes that could occur tonight.

Making it to Maeve's apartment, I kept reciting all the things I could say to her.

"I don't feel a spark anymore." Decent.

"You are a controlling bitch." Too harsh.

"I never really knew you." Getting there.

"I think we need to try new things." Fuck. I had made it to the door and I didn't know what to say without the possibility of hurting her. Breaking up with her is the only thing I can do to save my friendship with y/n. Its also the only thing I can do to save myself from this toxic mess of a relationship.

I knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by a very angry Maeve, "Spencer, finally you are here. You were taking so long I thought something may have happened, were you with y/n?"

"No Maeve, I wasn't with y/n," I sighed. "In fact we aren't even talking."

"Well that's perfect," Maeve said. "Why do you look upset about that?"

I looked at her surprised she didn't understand, "Because Maeve, she heard our fucking fight yesterday morning over the phone. She isn't talking to me because she thinks she ruined our relationship-"

"She did-"

"NO SHE DIDN'T MEAVE!" I screamed. "y/n is leaving the team because you are jealous of anyone in my life. First it was JJ, so I pushed JJ away. Then Derek, so I pushed Derek away. You have ruined all of my friendships with my coworkers and are now making work a living hell. y/n didn't ruin our relationship because it was already fucking ruined Maeve. How did you not see it?”

"What? Spence?" Maeve went to touch my arm.

I stepped away, "No Maeve, this is over. We are over. After we stopped Diane, I thought we would be perfect. But we aren't, we aren't good for each other at all. Whenever I accomplish anything at all, big or small, you fucking disregard it and talk about something you did. I am helping y/n, I like y/n. y/n is nice and she listens to my facts and she doesn't judge me for having feelings."

"Spencer, do you think I do that?" Maeve asked with a fake sweet act.

"Think? No Maeve, you do all of those things. Yesterday you told me to quit my job or tell Hotch y/n wasn't qualified. You should be supporting me. This relationship is not good for me. I am leaving, none of your stuff is at my place so you don't need to come over ever again." I quickly left the apartment, ignoring Maeve's pleas for forgiveness.

Sitting in my car, I quickly drove off to y/n's house. I needed to see her, to explain to her what had been happening.

YOUR POV

When I met Spencer, he was my mentor. Very quickly after that however, he became my best friend on the team. Since we lived so close together, it was common for us to carpool to and from work and work events.

I quickly learned about Maeve once I began to get closer with Spencer. Spencer's manipulative, psycho bitch of a girlfriend that was out to ruin my life. I had never done anything to try and involve myself in their relationship, but when they have problems it's always my fault.

After hearing Maeve and Spencer's phone call, it was a no brainer for me to leave the team. However, I knew that wasn't enough for me to get rid of the taunts I had been receiving from Maeve. And by taunts I mean she slashed my tire. I was offered a job at one of DC's most prestigious private schools to teach art and after the phone call, I decided to take it.

Now, I wasn't upset that Spencer didn't like me back. I was upset that Maeve was making him decide between us when nothing had ever happened. I thought Spencer was cute, definitely, and there were times when we were a little too touchy or flirtatious. But, I saw it as Penelope and Derek and I'm sure he did too.

I sat in Penelope's car trying to focus on the road whilst she was screaming at me, "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING? You can't leave y/n. You just got here and we like you here. Maeve and Spencer have had problems for a few months, it's not because of you. JJ and Maeve also got in a fight because he thought Spencer was too handsy with her and I've barely ever seen them touch.”

"Pen, I'm leaving because I have a great job opportunity," I tried to reason. "I was eventually going to take it, but I don't want to hurt Spencer's relationship." Penelope sighed, giving up her attempt to have me stay. We got our Wendy's before Penelope went to drop me off.

As Penelope drove up to my apartment, I noticed a figure standing in front of my house. It looked familiar.

Spencer

"Pen, so you think I can stay over tonight?" I asked.

"No, go talk to pretty boy, have him explain," Penelope responded.

I walked up to my apartment, Spencer looked at me. His face lighting up under my front porch light. He had flowers in his hands. Daisies. "Spencer, what are you doing here?"

SPENCER'S POV

"Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"If you'd let me in I think you need to know what has been happening," I said handing her the flowers.

"Okay, come in," She said grabbing the flowers and unlocking the door. "That you for the flowers."

"Daisies are your favorite," I said quietly. "You never told me, but you always said you liked the name Daisy for your daughter and I just assumed."

"You guessed correctly Spencer," y/n said putting the daisies in a jar.

I sat on her couch, the one I had sat on to watch countless episodes of Dr. Who when I needed to get away from Maeve.

"Can I explain?" I asked as she walked over with a coffee.

"Sure Spencer, but I don't think any explanation will make me stay," she answered.

I sighed, "Well you know the whole Maeve back story right?" she nodded. "Well after we saved her things were great. I was happy, so happy and so in love. But around the time I started to die down from the holy shit you just almost died phase, I began to notice all the flaws and toxic traits in her and our relationship."

y/n nodded, "And you couldn't see any of that before because you only ever talked over the phone?"

"Correct. Maeve, she is very smart. So smart that she often would say things to undermine the fact I went into the FBI and as she would say instead of something useful. At first I thought it was a harmless joke, but when she began to say things like that in front of the team, it crossed a line. When I confronted her, she accused me of lying, saying she never said anything like that. She has always been decently jealous, she was jealous of JJ and even jealous of Alex Blake. Blake's spot is the one you filled, she was like a mom to me. Now, she is jealous of you.”

y/n looked motionless, "Why is she jealous of me Spencer?"

I looked over at her nervously, "y/n we are very close right?"

"Yes, Spencer, you're like my best friend."

I nodded, "yes and Maeve didn't like that. She was very jealous of you because at one team dinner before you joined, Garcia showed us a picture of you from Instagram. When everyone saw the picture, everyone was like wow she is so pretty and you know, you are very gorgeous and I'm a bad liar so I agreed. Maeve and I got into a huge fight because of that. Ever since, she is like really jealous and then we sorta became a mentor, mentee relationship because you are so young and I was so young when I joined.”

y/n looked surprised. Did she not know the team thought that about her. However, y/n nodded, telling me to continue.

"Then I realized how close we lived and we started to carpool and hang out. This was when the aggressive texts and phone calls began. The team knew I needed to break up with her, but I didn't want to make it look like we were seeing each other, you would never like someone like me.”

y/n laughed, "She was jealous because we carpooled? Did you know she was the one that slashed my tire that morning, I got a clip of it on my Ring doorbell."

"Seriously? Sounds about right. Anyway, I broke up with her. She isn't what I want y/n. I want to be with you. And I know you might not like me and-"

y/n cut me off with a laugh, "Spencer are you serious?" I looked at her confused. "I have had a crush on you since I first met the team. I was heartbroken when I found out you had a girlfriend."

"Actually?"

"Spence, why would I lie to you?"

"Will you come back to the BAU?"

"I'll talk to Strauss, but I think if we want to do anything we should wait. I don't want people to actually think we were having an affair."

I laughed, "Definitely not. You were the other woman though. Kept me up all night thinking, dreaming. You infatuate me y/n y/l/n."

"Well I am very glad we got that done with," y/n said. "Watching you with Maeve was like watching the end of Derrick and Addison's relationship on Grey's Anatomy."

"What?"

"Never mind Spence, we will have to save this topic for another day."

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angsty-omi · 4 years ago

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pull the trigger.

CEO!Akaashi x Agent!Reader

synopsis: You were assigned to kill one of the richest businessmen in Japan, Akaashi Keiji. How? by getting close to him. By pretending to be an innocent, naive little girl. By pretending you actually enjoy his company. By pretending that you actually loved him. The plan was simple enough, and if you were successful, you’d be rich enough to retire for yourself and your future grandchildren. So, what happens when you couldn’t pull the trigger? Even worse, why didn’t he flinch?

“Agent Y/N, you’ve been assigned.” your boss notified.

It’s been so long since you had been assigned. After you accidentally blew up the evidence last mission, your boss hasn’t been to keen depending on you. This was music to your ears, so what did you do? Jumped gleefully and instinctively squeezed your boss. You realized what you were doing and how unprofessional it was, so you slowly latched off of her. Your boss just coughed awkwardly before she began, “This assignment is a big one, meaning there must be no flaws to this plan. One mistake and you’re done for, literally.” ending with a slit-throat gesture. You were confident in your skills, and aside from that one mission, everyone depended on you. No wonder why your boss came to you for this. You glad-fully shook her hand, in which expressed your disparity for a new high.

To start, you had to change your look a bit. See, you researched Akaashi Keiji, from his likes and dislikes to his convictions. Every conviction he got away with money. Dirty bastard. Every single job left you guilt-less because you knew these people were corrupt and somehow reasoned that your job was ethical. First, you started with a trim. Your split ends would’ve definitely caught the eyes of the girls from his front desk. Then, you used the budget money for this mission to buy luxury items. From Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Hermes, was this really for the mission or for yourself? No one really knows. Finally, and most importantly, you had to snatch a job as his personal assistant. The organization already falsified documents for you. After today, you go by ‘Akiyama Ami.’ As you walked out of your office, your coworkers couldn’t even recognize you. One even put a gun to your head, and having to state who you are.

You smirked, “Matsuda, I am deeply saddened if this is how you treat your advisor,” whispering in his ear.

“Senior Y-Y/N?,” he stuttered, putting his gun away immediately. You grabbed his arm and forcefully pushing it to his back, “please make sure you never make that mistake again,” you stated.

“Y/N, leave him alone already,” a voice joked.

You knew that voice. It was your long time partner, Atsumu. From when you both were rookies, you guys worked cases together quite often. Never more than that.

“Atsumu, this is my first case without you... aren’t you going to miss me?” you pouted.

“Don’t give me that look, idiot. Be safe out there okay? I can’t always save your ass like from that time you exploded our only evidence.” he shook his head in disappointment.

You punched his shoulder, and he ‘over-dramatically’ ached in pain. “I’ll be fine, Atsumu. Plus our person literally looks like a prissy privileged boy, doesn’t he?” you pulled up Akaashi’s Business Insider profile. For the next ten minutes, you guys were bullying the hell out of him. Until finally, you had to go. Your cab was already ready for you, so you hugged Atsumu goodbye. Platonically, you always thought you’d get married to him. He was handsome, strong, and witty. And he knew your job situation, so you never would have to feel judgement from him.

From the cab ride, you got to fly in a private jet. There, was your boss, two intelligent analysis, and a linguist. This was your team, and who’d you tell your intel to. The whole flight consisted of breaking down the plan, even down to what time you have to walk in the elevator. The destination was in Tokyo, where Akaashi’s main headquarters lived.

“I’ve made an appointment for your job interview,” One of them said.

“Here’s your resume,” The other said.

As you skimmed through, you spit your drink.

“I can speak more than five languages?!” your eyes widened.

“壊れた日本語で話せます” you quoted.

“What does that mean?” your boss asked looking at you surprisingly.

“It means I can only speak broken Japanese,” you nervously scratched your head.

“It wouldn’t matter, the job application is asking for english-speakers” the linguist stated.

As the plane started to screech, due to the wheels contact with concrete, you knew it was your time to shine. You practiced all your lines during the flight, so confidence soared through your body. On sight, there was a limo waiting for you. You waved goodbye to your team, and entered the lanky vehicle.

The condominium the organization gave you was luxurious, their budget must’ve been high-grade. Broad birched doors, huge window panels that let in a lot of natural light, and a master bedroom. Your first move was to jump on the feather-light bed. Your feet sunk deep into the mattress every hop. Leaving you tired, you went straight to sleep.

Today was your job interview. Even though everything was fake, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. If you didn’t go down the agency path, is this what you would’ve felt as a normal person? While the coffee was brewing, you decided to look at your grand closet, not knowing what to wear. There was already an outfit set out for you. With it, there was a note:

Good luck! ;) -Atsumu

As you read it, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. The outfit he picked wasn’t even that bad. It was an emerald green two-piece, with a pale blouse underneath.

“Not so bad,” you thought, while looking at yourself in the mirror.

There, stood the building where the infamous person lived worked. Heels tapping the black marble, you stood in front of the front desk. The girls that worked there looked roughly young, around their early 20s. As they stared at you up and down, you could feel their judgement.

“Welcome to Fukurodani Headquarters, how may we help you?” One girl asked.

“Hi, I’m Akiyama Ami, I’m actually applying for the personal assistant job. Where could I meet my interviewer?” You warmly asked.

The girls bursted into laughter. What was so funny? Did you miss out on the joke?

“Excuse us, its just... that’s one way to call Akaashi Keiji,”

“Akaashi Keiji... is the interviewer? That’s even more stressful than a random person. It does make sense though, as a personal assistant there should be a close relationship,” you sighed.

“Close relationship? Please, you’ll be lucky if you can even give him coffee. Get in line.” The front desk scoffed in agreement with each other.

“That’s enough,” a voice commanded.

“Are you Akiyama Aki? I’m ready for you.”

Your face went pale. As you slowly turned around, there he was. The man himself, Akaashi Keiji. As an agent, you’ve went through strenuous training, so from the outside you looked relaxed as ever, but on the inside the butterflies in your stomach started awakening. He was a very attractive man after all.

“You must be Mr. Akaashi, let’s begin!” you enthusiastically smiled, while following him into his office.

“So Akiyama, tell me about yourself?” Akaashi read off a list.

“Well I was born in the states, but my parents are foreign. They enforced me to take a lot of language classes, hence why I know quite a lot.” You were dying inside. It was a half-true statement though, you were from the states and your parents are foreign.

“It says you speak French, Aimez-vous boire l'eau des toilettes?” He smirked.

You had no idea what he just said. The silence was deafening, so you just laughed it off. You’ve been told your laugh is very contagious, so you used that to your benefit. Your laughter increased, his did too.

After you both calmed down, he continued with his next question, “Out of all of the candidates, why should I hire you?”

“Well I guess my stats match up with everyone else, but what’s not on the textbook is my characteristics. I am dependable, calm, and honestly easy to work with. I will do my best to help you any way I can, and keep your stress levels at ease.” You smiled with confidence.

“Any way huh?” Akaashi whispered to himself. You acted like you didn’t hear his whisper. As an agent it was also one of your many talents to keep an ear out for anything.

“Akiyama, congratulations! you’ve gotten the job.” Akaashi put his hand out.

“R-r-really? That was only two questions” you tilted your head to the side. You could feel his glare as a response.

“Well, thank you anyways! My parents will be pleased.” you gushed as you shook his calloused hands. Parents? Please, more like your boss. You swore you could hear a ‘cha-ching’ sound effect in your head.

Over the next couple of months, you’ve been working under Akaashi. If he was staying up til’ 2 AM at the office, so were you. Continuously brewing coffee, while also printing papers, and keeping him company.

However, one day the routine changed. Prior to this day, your boss had just kept you up for the next order, so you were extremely tired. During the 2 AM session, your eyes slowly started to drift off, feeling the wave of drowsiness pound into your head. Akaashi walked into your office and was going to ask you for copies, until he saw you sleeping head down on your desk. At first, he was going to viciously shake you awake, but seeing your dainty face in the moonlight he couldn’t bring himself to. This was the first time he saw you vulnerable. Typically, when he would ask if you were tired, you would just shake it off with a bright smile. However, he knew. He could tell that you were pushing for him. So, he draped over his blazer around you, in hopes to insulate some warmth and went back to his office. Minutes later, you jerked yourself awake. You felt a strange piece of clothing around you, so you pinched at it while analyzing. Does it look like a weapon? No. Does it have any toxins? No. Could this harm you in any way, shape, or form? It honestly just looked like a plain blazer you thought. As you checked the shoulder pocket, there was an ID.

“Akaashi’s jacket huh?” you said to yourself, not even noticing the smile that crept up on your face. As soon as you caught yourself, you immediately slapped your face. Oh no. Quickly, you sent a picture of the ID, so that the agency can create a replica for future secret documents and shoved it back inside.

Knocking at the entrance to his office, he looked up at you with bagged eyes. His sleepiness radiated off of him, so you did what you promised on the first day-- relieve his stress levels. You pulled down the shutters of his clear office so no one could look in. In addition, setting up the couch to where there was a pull up bed under it.

“Miss Akiyama, if you’re trying to seduce me you could’ve just said so,” He flirtatiously grinned. You rolled your eyes in response, and grabbed him to the bed.

“I like where this is going, Ami, I didn’t think you were so bold.”

“Just shut up and get some rest, I’ll appoint some things out so your projects aren’t due.”

As he opened his mouth, you anticipated that he was for sure going to deny. However, no words came out of his mouth, instead he grabbed your wrists and pulled you onto the bed with him.

“I’ll accept, on the conditions that you, too get some rest.”

Too tired to argue, you complied. As you both fell asleep, with his arms wrapped around you.

a/n: i was planning on making this a one shot but i feel like this might be a multiple part-er(?)

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #hq akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff

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cyndalyssa · 3 years ago

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DWD OC Month: Day 2

DWD OCs’ Backstories

1. Rosella Macawber

Rosie was hatched and raised in Transylvania by her father, Mattias, alongside her sisters. As she grew, everyone thought there was something off about her. Unlike her family and her peers, she did not relish the scary, the dark, and the disgusting--she seemed more interested in playing in the dirt and tending the garden, and she frankly found all the popular toys, games, and clothing boring. Add in that her only magic was moving dirt and rocks around with her mind, and she was ripe for bullying, even from her sisters. The poor girl was miserable.

One day, while staying at her family’s summer home, Rosie had ran off into the woods to avoid her sisters’ usual torment, and ended up getting lost. In her efforts to find her way, she wandered onto Normal territory, where she experienced sunshine, songbirds, and the most eye-poppingly colorful and aromatic garden she had ever seen. It was so unlike any Monster garden that she was fascinated, and she soon met the garden’s owners, an old farming couple who gave her lunch and made conversation with her.

While she did manage to find her way back to the summer house, she still spent the rest of the summer visiting that couple and learning things about gardening, cooking, textiles, music, art, and more. She doesn’t know if they ever figured out that she was a Monster, but clearly they didn’t care, they thought she was a doll. She was sad when she had to go back home to the boring darkness, but she was given a parting gift:

She started expressing her brighter interests as she grew, bringing on more torment, and even a bit of unwelcome ‘advice’ from her strangely paranoid father about not going too deep in those interests. However, realizing that her society would never cater to her interests, she simply focused on honing the skills she dabbled in that summer so that she could create things based on her interests and be happy in her own little niche.

By adulthood, while excluded and basically forced to live on her own little homestead, she could take care of herself. While she was proud of who she is, she couldn’t help but feel terribly lonely, and as happy as she tries to be, she’s still angry about how she was treated.

She was grateful that eventually Morgana noticed that everyone was being unfair to her, and feeling pity for her, offered her a job in the Normal city of St. Canard, where she was more likely to make friends.

2. Ronald Sputterspark

Ron had a fairly normal childhood--being a mischievous boy who loved playing all sorts of jokes and pranks, often constructing weird things at school just for a laugh. He was such a nuisance, his older brother Elmo, while never the big brother bully to Ron, pretended they weren’t related to avoid more ire than he already had.

That said, they both agreed on hating Ham String--Elmo being consistently bullied by him, and Ron having suffered through the ‘high school intiation ritual’ the seniors, lead by Ham, gave the freshmen. Elmo did find it funny when Ron pranked Ham and got away with it. But, they still kept their distance from each other, usually only working together to help their father with something.

And then, one day, Ron helped Elmo set up an experiment in the school lab, and promptly left because he had plans with friends. Plans that were easily flexible.

That was the last time that Ron saw Elmo.

Ron and his parents were so overwhelmed with panic and grief over Elmo’s disappearance, trying desperately to find him, that Ron bowed out on the Senior Prom prank. He regretted the parting words, that they weren’t closer, that maybe he should have stayed to help... the what-ifs haunt Ron to this day.

Ron cleaned up his act and became a good student after that, going on to college, building his career, getting married and starting a family, and just building a life. Just a simple, normal life.

Until he learned that Elmo was alive... and was none other than Megavolt.

3. Strings and Shadow

They were just a pair of brothers traveling the country and playing music at parks, bus stations, subways, and street corners, just having a good time with their instruments and making a little money along the way with their busking. Life was good, even if they had to run from cops every now and again.

Then, when hopping off a moving train to check out a small town not far from St. Canard, they ended up bumping into of all things, a fairy.

A fairy that promptly took out her wrath at being slammed into by two stupid teenagers on them. The energy flash burned away Shadow’s body until he was nothing but an actual living shadow, and the magic burned away Strings’ emotions down to almost nothing.

Residual magic did affect them in that now they have powers related to shadows, which they both admit is really cool, but being basically crippled in communication (Shadow), and emotion (Strings) really hurt the talent they love--music. This, coupled with Strings’ desire to feel something and Shadow’s frustration at being silent, made them take up crime for survival.

4. Engracia Armando

Engracia grew up in a rough neighborhood, where her parents instilled in her and her siblings a sense of justice, a persistent, hard-working attitude, a fighting spirit, and the ability to think around situations to survive. While her siblings went for more normal jobs (i.e. her brother Enrique opening a restaurant), Engracia was a bit more ambitious.

Eventually, she joined SHUSH, thinking that she was already changing the world. However, she still had a lot to learn, and there were some lessons she had to learn the hard way.

While still a naive newbie, she was seduced by a double agent from FOWL that nearly took down SHUSH from the inside with info he swindled from various agents. While Engracia considers herself lucky to have kept her life and her job after that, she still kept herself on guard for years after that, only being softened by now being a mother to twins.

She managed to climb the ranks over the years, proving herself one tough chicken and eventually becoming one of the top ten agents of SHUSH. She’s often the one to train new recruits, and she admittedly wants the challenge of training mutants to become superheroes--though given how possessive Darkwing Duck is of his self-proclaimed position of ‘St. Canard’s Hero’ and his own track record of doing things outside the box, she’s having a bit of trouble selling the idea.

Nevertheless, she’s still working for a better world.

5. Goldenrod

She was raised in fairy society, where she was taught to look down on Monsters and Normals. Growing up, she was a mean tomboy that liked fighting so much that she learned weapons play and martial magic, and she grew into a warrior.

She found satisfaction in hunting folks who dared offend the Fae, and so took up that line of work. She’s got a good track record of finding and killing offenders, which she finds a lot of fun--the more challenging, the more thrilling. So when she was approached to track and take out someone who put a Very Important Fae in semi-permanent stone sleep, she enthusiastically accepted.

From what she gathered, the magic residue pointed to a member of the Macawber family, and on learning that one of them moved to some city in America, she wondered if that was the one and they were avoiding responsibility. So, she followed, though she didn’t have a magic door and had to travel across the ocean and the country to find this wayward Macawber. She might have taken or ruined a few Normal lives along the way (like Strings and Shadow above).

Arriving at St. Canard, Goldenrod was met with Normals tougher than she thought, and a city setting she was not used to. If she wants to take out Morgana Macawber--whether she was the culprit or not doesn’t matter now, taking out the Macawbers’ golden child should send a message--then she has to find a way around these challenges, like that annoying Darkwing Duck.

#DarkwingOCmonth #darkwing duck #dwd ocs #backstories #rosella macawber #ronald sputterspark #strings #shadow #agent engracia armando #goldenrod #lyssa draws

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hopelikethemoon · 5 years ago

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worth the wait (Javier x Reader) [smut]

dedicated to the incredibly lovely, beautiful, kind, talented @rzrcrst who made a snarky comment about calling the cops for the rest of this.... which is the only reason my brain decided to write more of THIS PROMPT I received this weekend.

Title: worth the wait Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mentions of drug & alcohol use; smut contains drunken sex, mild exhibitionism, unprotected sex, thigh riding Summary: Javier and Reader both have a revelation.

The sun was hanging low in the sky when you woke up. The brilliant orange hues of the sunset streaked in through your bedroom window and you were grateful for the fact that your head was no longer throbbing at the briefest exposure to light. Javi had been right to suggest taking a nap, it had done the trick.

Even after last night and the whirlwind of the morning, you were still shocked to see Javier Peña laying beside you on your bed. He looked so relaxed, lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out steadily; dark lashes resting against his cheeks. The worry lines and signs of age were all still there, but they seemed lesser like this. He seemed younger when he was asleep — unbothered by the weight of the waking world.

You hadn’t been able to enjoy any of this when you had woken up beside him that morning. First, you had been overwhelmed by the rolling waves of nausea and then that mixed with the sinking dread of the reality of it all. But somehow — somehow — it had worked out. At least for now. You weren’t naive. You knew what kind of man Javi was. You’d heard the gossip around the office water cooler — Javier was the kind of man that left his highschool sweetheart at the altar.

But he hadn’t left you at the altar. And he hadn’t left you. Yet.

Javier was the kind of man who fucked his informants. You didn’t fault him for it — sometimes it yielded information that the DEA otherwise wouldn’t get. It also meant he was friendly with his fair share of hookers and… it wasn’t always just about getting information. He was the habitual bachelor and he played that role well.

You shifted closer to him, despite your better judgement, draping your arm across his ribs as you settled into his side. His lashes fluttered as he stirred awake, a quiet grumble escaping him as he glanced down at you.

“Morning.” He wrapped his arm around you, his fingers playing over your side.

“It’s not morning.” You reminded him with a stifled laugh, pressing closer to him. “Did you sleep?”

Groggily he lifted his hand to rub at his face, before he glanced at the watch on his wrist. “Shit.”

Silently you begged him not to say he had to go. You were terrified that if he walked out the door of your apartment, you wouldn’t see him again. Somehow he’d talk himself out of everything that had been said — he’d file the papers, get himself reassigned, and last night would haunt you forever.

“Yeah, I slept. I think.” He scratched at his scruffy jaw before he tilted his head to look down at you. “You sleep?”

Slowly you relaxed once more. “Well, I don’t feel hungover anymore so I think I slept.” You grinned nervously, searching his face as he kept his gaze on you. “Note to self, never do cocaine again.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, “We did a lot of shit last night I don’t plan on doing again.”

Fuck.

“Yeah.” You breathed out with a short nod as you started to sit up.

“Where are you going?” Javi questioned, reluctantly releasing his grasp on your hip as you slipped out of his hold.

“I need to pee.” You lied, climbing out of your bed. Maybe he’d leave while you were hiding in your bathroom. You really didn’t want to have that conversation. You didn’t want to deal with him reneging on everything he’d said earlier. You had taken it all with a grain of salt — even though it had been everything you’d long to hear. You both cared for each other, beyond just being partners. If you hadn’t, last night wouldn’t have happened.

But now seeds of doubt had been planted anew in your brain. Sleep had brought back some of last night, so maybe it had done the same for Javi. Maybe now he regretted it. Regretted you.

Javier was still in your bed when you returned from the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Snoring.

You climbed back into your bed and sat cross-legged beside him, watching him sleep. You lost track of how long you sat there — how many years you imagined with him in your life — but the sun had vanished below the horizon by the time he woke up.

“Hey baby,” He said affectionately as he reached out and squeezed your knee. “You okay?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and shook your head slowly.

“What’s up?”

“Can we talk about last night?”

Javier gave a stiff nod as he sat up, trying to act cool about the situation. “Yeah. Of course.” You knew him well enough to know that you’d inspired the same dread in him, as he had in you earlier.

“How much do you remember?” You questioned, drawing your knees into your chest and resting your chin against your folded arms.

He shrugged a shoulder. “A solid seventy-five percent.” He arched a brow as he leaned back against your headboard. “Can we not do this?”

You swallowed thickly. “Do what?”

Javier dragged his hand over his face and sighed heavily. “This whole fucking song and dance where we recall everything that happened last night and you let me down gently.”

You laughed. Loud. The sort of laugh that escapes from somewhere deep in your belly. “I thought you were going to let me down!”

“For fuck’s sake.” Javier swore under his breath, shaking his head. “Come here, cariño.”

You settled back onto the bed beside him, letting him take your hand into his. Neither of you said anything for a long time — but it wasn’t like the awkward silence that had overwhelmed you in the car that morning. This was a different sort of silence. Javi interlaced his fingers with yours, sliding them in between your fingers, kissing the back of your hand.

“This shit won’t be easy.” Javier finally said as he squeezed your hand. “DEA’s not gonna be pleased that they’ve got agents getting into shit like this.”

“I know.” You reached up and brushed your fingers through the hair that was hanging low on his forehead. “We could get an annulment.”

His jaw clenched as he let the thought work through his mind. “Is that what you want?”

You let your fingers trail down his cheek, brushing your thumb over his mustache before you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. There was hesitation, at first, on his part. But a second later his hand curled around the back of your neck and his lips slanted hungrily against yours.

A memory returned to you—

“Baby, you’re not like anyone else.” Javier whispered, his eyes half slanted thanks to the liquor or the blow. You were certain you didn’t look any better. You could feel the high of the cocaine coursing through your veins. Every nerve in your body was awake — every touch of his hands against your burning skin felt like euphoria. You were fairly certain he could get you off just from the way he was looking at you.

You pressed close to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, trailing your fingers up the back of his neck until you dragged them through his hair. You’d always loved his hair — it was too good. Thick, dark, and the sort that just begged to be ruffled.

“No one can hear us, Javi. You don’t have to keep playing the part.” You leaned in close, lips nearly brushing against his as you spoke. “Unless you wanna get out of here.”

He ran his hand down the length of your back, until he curled it around your ass and squeezed. “I wanna get in you.” He drawled out before his lips slanted over yours. You could taste the tequila on his tongue as it stoked over the roof of your mouth. It was obscene how good he kissed. You should’ve known.

You weren’t sure how the pair of you had gotten off the dance floor. How you’d managed to get through a crowd of hot, sweaty bodies while you worked at each other’s clothes.

But you did. Nothing could stop you. Not the tequila, not the cocaine, maybe Javier’s belt buckle — but even that you came out victorious.

Javier draped himself over you as you laid back on your bed beneath him. He planted a knee between your thighs, his hands roaming over every inch of bare skin he could find. After you came back to your apartment, you had gotten dressed in one of your old university tees and sleep pants. His hands slid up under the hem of your shirt, fingers dancing over your stomach, digging into the waistband of your sleep pants as he tried to work them down your legs.

Your fingers slid through his hair, tugging lightly at the strands as they slipped between your grasp.

It wasn’t just last night. The desire, the chemistry. It wasn’t just passion fueled by drugs and alcohol and a dedication to the game.

“Fuck!” You gasped out as he shifted and his knee pressed into the apex of your thighs.

Javier pulled back with a wicked smirk. “You like that?”

You shoved him in the chest playfully. “Shut up.” You hissed out, sliding your hand around the back of his neck and dragging him back down so you could kiss him again. You couldn’t resist the way that your hips rocked, grinding against his knee. It didn’t help that you could feel his cock straining against his jeans, pressed against your upper thigh.

Javi slid his hand up beneath your shirt, roughly palming at your breast. He broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Trying to get off on my knee?” He questioned wrly, a brow quirking upwards.

“Shut up.” You repeated, your tongue sweeping out over your bruised lips as you looked up at him. You reached for his other hand, bringing it up to your other breast with an expectant expression.

As you rocked your hips against him, Javier slid your shirt up and tossed it aside. You regretted not putting on a cute bra, the white sports bra you’d put on was wholly unattractive. But he didn’t seem deterred by it. After all, he already knew what was under your clothes.

You were fairly certain your best bra had been lost in the bathroom last night—

“Not here.” You practically giggled as you curled your fingers around Javier’s wrist as he tried to slide his hand between your thighs.

Javier trailed a row of open-mouthed kisses down your throat. “He doesn’t care.” He rasped out, ignoring your protest as he fanned his fingers out against your inner thigh.

You looked towards the cab driver skeptically, “I bet he does.”

“I can’t stop touching you, baby.” Javier pouted, his words slurring together as he leaned forward and kissed you, mumbling something nonsensical against your lips.

You nipped lightly at his bottom lip, sinking back in the seat with an impish grin. He was right — the cab driver didn’t seem to give a shit about what you two were doing. It was probably the least of things he’d encountered coming out of that neighbourhood.

Lazily you tilted your head to look at Javi, a grin spreading over your lips as you slowly parted your thighs for him. He kissed you to keep you quiet, fingers expertly bypassing your panties and pressing into you. You were still slick from fucking him in the bathroom, his fingers slid into you — dragging against a sweet spot within you.

“That’s it, baby.” Javier urged as you rocked against his thigh. You could feel the heat pooling between your thighs, pleasure winding tight in your gut.

The second he latched his mouth around your nipple, you were gone. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you kept desperately rutting against his thigh.

After that, Javier moved swiftly. He wrestled his jeans off, followed by his boxers.

In the heat of the moment last night, you hadn’t had the opportunity to appreciate him naked. Sure, you remembered his bare chest, the way sweat cling to his skin — but you’d been too focused on getting his cock into you that you hadn’t marveled at.

Unsurprisingly it was just as majestic as the rest of him.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you raked your eyes over him, a smirk playing at your lips. “Damn, you’re one hot husband.” You taunted.

Javier rolled his eyes with a huff as he helped you shed your pajama bottoms and underwear — leaving them to join his clothes off the side of the bed. He descended upon you again, lips returning to yours, kissing you like his life depended upon it.

You wrapped a leg around his hips, moaning against his mouth as you felt his bare cock press against your sensitive flesh. He reached between you, lining himself up.

Last night hadn’t been a fluke. The liquor drenched memories hadn’t distorted the reality. His cock felt like heaven as it stretched you full. The difference between now and last night was the pace. He wasn’t driving into you. He wasn’t fucking you.

You still remembered the way his fingers had tangled in your hair—

“Javi!” You cried out as his cock pressed into you, his hips slamming into you, bringing your ass flush against his pelvis.

His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling on it until your back was arched just right. He slammed into you, enough to make your teeth clatter and your cunt ache. He was merciless as he fucked you. You could barely keep a hold on the fleeting thought that this was how he fucked the hookers he ended up in bed with.

“So fucking good.” He scraped his teeth against the curve of your shoulder, kissing over your sweat-slick skin as he pounded into you. His fingers were clenched so tightly in your hair, but the pain mixed deliciously with the pleasure. You were still buzzing from the high of the drugs, the alcohol, the thrill of signing papers that bound the two of you together. You wanted him to use you.

You loved Javier Peña. Your partner. Your friend. The man you couldn’t think of losing.

Your lips parted as you looked up into his dark eyes. He moved so gracefully, hips rolling in time with your own movements. There was no haste to the way he filled you. He wasn’t fucking you — not like he had last night.

He caught your hand, interlacing your fingers as he pressed it back against the mattress. His other hand was curled around your hip, clutching at you hard enough to leave new bruises alongside those from last night. But they weren’t the same. These bruises you wanted to keep, to hold onto. To remember. These were little fingerprint shaped bruises left by a man realizing that he loved you.

You dragged him down and kissed him, your bodies never faltering in their languid pace. You kissed him with unspoken promises. It wouldn’t be easy. You might lose your job. He might have to get creative with his informants. You might get saddled with desk duty. But you would still have each other.

Javier wasn’t an easy man to love, but having his love was worth the wait.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #javier pena smut #rzrcrst

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razieltwelve · 4 years ago

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The Girl Of Many Talents (Final Rose x Game of Thrones)

Syrio waited patiently at the docks. Night had descended upon Braavos, but his ship was not quite ready to leave. It had not been an easy decision to leave the service of the Sealord, yet he had felt compelled all the same. Since his late teens, he had been acknowledged as the finest sword in the city, and his time as the First Sword had only cemented his position. But his heart yearned for more.

The world was a vast place, and he had yet to see much of it. He wished to see what he could while he was still young enough to travel, and the honours heaped upon him here could not replace the simple joy of being his own man again, of choosing for himself where he would go and when he would leave. To be the First Sword was to serve the Sealord, and Syrio Forel had served loyal and well, but he had served enough.

To his credit, the Sealord had not chastised him when he had told him of his plans. Instead, he had thanked Syrio for his service and bid him go where he would. It had stung a little to be treated so cooly, but it was not common for a First Sword to leave, and so the Sealord had suffered a loss of face. Indeed, Syrio counted himself fortunate that the Sealord had not sent assassins to avenge the insult, for many of his predecessors would have.

Perhaps it was because of their past. He had known the Sealord before he was the ruler of Braavos, back when he had been a cunning man seeking to revive the fortunes of his faltering House and Syrio had been a prideful bravo, still eager to prove himself and far too quick to draw a blade when wise words and a watchful eye would have been better. Were they friends? Syrio liked to think so, but there was little room for friendship when a man became Sealord. Instead, a man had to worry about knives in the dark and the great game between kingdoms.

Movement in the shadows nearby caught his eye, and Syrio reached for his sword. He had returned his favoured blade, one given to him by the Sealord when he had made him First Sword. It would have been rude to keep it, and Syrio was not a man to be rude unless the situation called for it. Still, the sword he had purchased was a good one, and he still wielded the skills of the First Sword of Braavos, though he no longer held the title.

“Good evening,” Syrio called out to the cloaked stranger just barely visible in the flickering torchlight. “Are you out for a stroll or perhaps something more?”

The figure raised their head, and he found himself staring into a face so perfectly ordinary that it could not be natural. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he drew his blade. A Faceless Man? Surely, his old friend had not taken his departure so poorly.

And then the ordinary man’s lips twitched, and he was no longer staring at a man but at a familiar girl with a faint smile.

“Good evening, Syrio.”

Syrio did not quite relax. Girl she might be, but Alera Antaryon was the eldest child of the Sealord and quite possibly the most dangerous person he had ever met. Skilled with a sword, yes, but even more with words and wits, Alera was a plotter and schemer whose guile had crushed the enemies of her House whilst the magics she could wield had given pause to even the Faceless Men. There were few who would dare to cross the Sealord, but amongst those who truly understood the ebb and flow of power in the city, there were even fewer who dared to cross his daughter.

“Good evening to you, Lady Alera.” He inclined his head. “Is this about business?” Was she here to kill him? If so, he’d not make it easy although he did not like his odds. She would not have come here unprepared, nor would she have come alone.

“No.” Alera came closer, and Syrio’s eyes flicked to the guards who slipped out of the shadows. They were her own personal retainers, hand-picked for their skills and loyalty. Her father had allowed it after the first assassination attempt against her, and her guards had dealt with every subsequent attempt thereafter. “I come on my father’s behalf.”

“Oh?” Syrio sheathed his blade. “And what have you to say on the Sealord’s behalf?”

Alera’s lips curved up into a whimsical smile, and he would have been fooled into thinking her a kindly young woman if he had not known better. “You are a good man, Syrio Forel, and you have served my father well since he appointed you. Yet there are things a Sealord cannot say in public that his daughter might say in private.”

“And what might you say then?”

“He will miss you,” Alera said. “And though he could not give you face when you resigned, perhaps he can make up for it now.” She tossed him a pouch. It was full of coins. “Your ship sails for King’s Landing. You will need the right currency when you arrive. That will help.” She nodded and one of the guards came forward with a sword. “And the man who was once First Sword of Braavos and who remains my father’s friend should not have to content himself with store-bought steel.”

He accepted the sword graciously and drew it. “A fine blade.” He found himself smiling. It was the equal, perhaps even the better, of the one he had given up. “A truly great gift.” He bowed. “I apologise for thinking poorly of your father. Let him know that Syrio Forel remains his friend now and always.”

“I had hoped you would understand.” Alera came forward herself and handed him a medallion. “This will identify you to my agents in Westeros.” She handed him a piece of parchment. “When you go to King’s Landing, seek out that address. It is run by an agent of mine. They will aid you in whatever you wish to do, and they have been instructed to provide you with ample funds. They will also be able to inform you of other agents I have that might be able to aid you in your dealings.”

“My lady...” Syrio was moved. “You do not have to do this. I understood very well what I was giving up when I resigned.”

“Yet my father and I both wish to do this.” Alera smiled fondly. “You are a good man, Syrio Forel, but the world is not full of good men, and we would have you return to us one day.”

“You have my thanks.”

“Do you know where you will go?” Alera asked.

“I think...” Syrio paused. “I will go first to King’s Landing, as my ship is bound there, but then I will go North. I read of the Wall when I was but a boy, and I wish to see it and many other things with my own eyes.”

“I see.” Alera nodded. “Then go with my father’s blessing. May fair winds and following seas be ever at your side, Syrio Forel. And if you should ever see or hear anything that might be interesting to me or my father...”

“I will be sure to pass it on to your agents.” Syrio chuckled. “You know, Lady Alera, you were by far my finest student, yet I cannot help but feel that you are still improving. I shall return one day, and we shall see how skilled you can become.”

“I look forward to it.” Alera glanced past him. “Your ship is almost ready.”

“Then I must go.”

“Farewell, Syrio.”

X X X

Alera - a girl who had once been Jahne Nabaat - watched Syrio Forel board his ship. It was a pity to lose him. He was by far the most skilled of the warriors in her or father’s employ, but he was also not a man much enamoured with the treachery and guile of politics. To be sure, he could handle himself in that arena, but she meant what she had said. Syrio was a good man. He would have been perfectly content running his own school of swordsmanship or simply travelling the world and seeing what he could.

But as sad as it was to see him go, forcing him to stay would have been worse. Men of Syrio’s calibre were not to be antagonised needlessly, and her father had enough enemies as it was without worrying about his First Sword’s loyalty wavering. Besides, this could also be spun to their advantage. With her father seemingly weakened, his enemies would be more likely to reveal themselves.

When they did, Alera would be waiting with knives in the dark, whispered rumours in the market, and cunning deals signed and sealed. She bit back a smile. Perhaps it made her wicked, but she did so enjoy these sorts of games. And she had several pupils of her own, boys and girls from allied Houses, who could be taught using the coming conflict as a lesson. They would see the fall of her House’s enemies, and they would know not only that they had made the right choice to ally with her House but also that allying with her personally was in their own personal best interests. After all, many of them had siblings to worry about, competitors in the often muddled battles for succession amongst the nobility.

More to the point, she had already known that Syrio would head north. He had spoken of that desire more than once while training her, and she did need eyes and ears in the North. Few Braavosi were suited to the harsh climate and rugged inhabitants of the North, but Syrio had a good chance of making it work.

“My lady.” One of her retainers stepped forward. He was a slim fellow, hired for his stealth and cunning rather than his fighting ability. “I have received word from an associate in Pentos.”

“Oh?”

“It is about a certain Beggar King and his sister.”

Alera’s lips curled. Oh, this was going to be fun. “And what did that associate of yours have to say?”

“Many things, my lady, but he did say something most interesting about an impeding marriage...”

Alera chortled. “He plans on marrying his sister off, no doubt.” She snorted inelegantly. “It is a tragedy to see a House as great as the Targaryens reduced to a naive girl and a stupid, spiteful boy who fancies himself a king. Still, tell me everything. The boy is beyond help, but the girl might yet be useful if we could get our hands on her.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

Ah, Jahne, still being Jahne. Yes, Braavos suits her to a tee. Her father is the Sealord, but she is his daughter... and his most trusted advisor and assistant. In truth, many already speculate that she will succeed him, and there are few who dare to draw her ire.

Syrio was one of her tutors, and as you can see, she and her father are both fond of him and genuinely wish him well. Of course, if he can still be useful, Jahne isn’t going to complain.

And being who she is, Jahne likes to be kept apprised of events happening in the other Free Cities. After all, they are the enemies and rivals of Braavos, and she abhors slavery. Although there is zero possibility, in her opinion, of actually overthrowing Robert at this point, Daenerys is still a useful piece on the board, one that she might be able to parlay into something beneficial. Of course, if or when Dany gets her dragons, Jahne will definitely be interested.

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#final rose #game of thrones #fanfiction #jahne nabaat #syrio forel

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dawna-the-daring · 4 years ago

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Dawna the Daring

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Name: Dawna Annabelle Walthomew Nobel

Tilte: Dawna the Daring

Rank: High Noble

Species: Shapeshifter/Faye Mage

Nicknames: Dawn, D, StarLight, Favorite, Silver Knight, Morning Light, Moonchild/Moonbeam, Hope

Aliases: Diana, Dee, Delilah, Debra, Dot, Donnie, Deeadra. Depending on the time period or mission depends on the alias used. All names start with D to acknowledge the first name she was ever given

Multiple possible ships: Hisirdoux Casperan, Bular the Butcher, James the Changeling (o.c), Delilah the Deadly (o.c), Kelpy the Kindred (o.c), Noble the Nifty (o.c), Steve Palchuck, Claire Nuñez, and Jim Lake Jr.

[Can also be shipped with one of your o.c's if discussed and agreed with]

Stats

Intelligence: Very High

Fighting Skills: High

Magic Level: High

Strength: Above Average

Speed: High

Durability: Above Average

Profile

Age: 916 years

Gender: Female (Fluctuates)

Sexuality: Pansexual genderfluid

Weight: 210 lbs

Heigth: 5'8"

Skin Color: White

Ethnity: Camelot (European)

Hair color: Hazelnut Brown (Can change)

Eye color: Green (Can change)

Background

Weapons training: Dawn typically uses her magic in a fight but in cases where magic isn't practical she has extensive battle training from the Order, the Gum Gums, and the Trollhunters/Gunmars Resistance. She can use just about any weapon but her magic split blades are her favorite and what she's most comfortable with. One is named after herself and the other her sister (Dawn and Dusk) as they are twin blades that are split.

Dawn watched the Round Table train and learned how to weild a sword that way. She is also proficient in knife/dagger throwing. Can weild an axe and throw a spear with great aim. She can also use a bow and arrow though she doesn't like them as much. Anything around her can be technically be used as a weapon but that doesn't mean it's an effective one.

Abilities

- Dawn is a powerful mage who learned magic during Camelots golden age. Merlins books and teachings helped her but sneaking out from the castle and exploring the woods around Camelots walls allowed her to truly learn magic for herself and what it means too her as a mage. She is most powerful with elemental spells as she learned from the woods and not a proper teacher. She has trouble with things like teleportation, telekinesis, and transmutation spells/hexes unless the spell she uses is connected to elemental magic.

- Her elemental magic attracts animals. She is good at calming stressed/angry animals as they can sense her magic and trust her. She can not speak directly to animals but she has an understanding of what their saying/feeling when they talk to her. If she listens closey enough plants also emit feelings and tell stories.

- Knows many different languages as after Camelots fall she took the time to explore the world. Has a slight accent but does a good job in sounding like a local. Strickler also taught her several codes like morse and tap that they use to have conversations during boring meetings.

- She is very knowledgeable on subjects like math, science, history, psychology, philosophy, biology, art history, anthropology, sociology, and many other subjects. She loves learning and often reads for hours at a time in her freetime. She absorbs knowledge like a sponge and one of her favorite past times is to listen to someone tell stories of their culture/past. Listening to others inspires her own creativity. She could sit and listen to Nomura, Strickler, and Otto's stories all day.

- Very empathetic and kind she just wants everyone to win. Whether she's a GumGum, an Order Spy, a freelance agent, or part of the Trollhunters she knows everyone and has seen their better side. She wants to believe everyone can be redeamed. Dawn wants to bring peace and when peace isn't an option she's hesitant to kill and perfers to injure or incapacitate instead. By nature she is a loving person and this has been used against her but she refuses to let herself see kindess as a weakness even if it has hurt her.

- Dawn is very adaptable when it comes to her environment or status. It's why when she's taken into the Order she rises quickly in the Changeling ranks and becomes a spy. Throughout her long life she has lived as a princess, a noble, a hand maiden, a pauper, and for a time a servant. Going through these various statuses she has learned a lot about herself and the world. She tries to treat everyone with respect and decency depsite status.

- During the GumGum war she became an amazing strategist and spy. Her skills to shift into any form allow her easy infiltration into an enimies camp. She uses her spy skills to watch how someone fights before devising a plan to counter their style and bring them down. She's best at making her enimies fall by finding their weaknesses and using it against them.

- Borne before electronics were around, Dawn often turned to the arts for entertainment. Hundreds of years of practice makes her a talented artist and story teller/song writer. She loves drawing and writing and has made hundreds of journals over the centuries. She has met great artists who have changed history over her life. Some being William Shakespeare, Leonardo Di Vinci, Michelangelo, Donetello, Raphael, Vincent Van Gogh, Charles Dickens, Virgina Wolfe, Pablo Picasso, Jackson Pollock, and Frida.

Weaknesses

- Dawn usually thinks things out and takes a calculated graceful approach to her fighting but when it comes to her close friends or family she can be very impulsive. She sometimes rushes into dangerous situations head first. She's also very stubborn and often gets in trouble for her sharp tongue.

- She is very protective of her friends and family. Dawn will do anything to keep them safe and has struggled with a savior complex ever since the fall of Camelot. She deals with severe self worth problems from unaddressed feelings and this causes her to think everyone is above her and their life is worth more than hers. Dawn has gotten hurt many times because she fears loosing those closest to her.

- Dawn has severe memory probelms from trauma and magical accidents/incidents. This leaves her vunerable to manipulation and can make her gullible at times. She is not naive and is often able to figure out who is her true ally and who is not but it can be hard to realise what's happening if she feels she's surrounded by friends/family. The Order especially her designated guardian or mentor Strickler have made it hard for her know what's right and what's wrong.

- Since she has been hurt and manipulated most of her life Dawna struggles with sharing things. Secrets are a common occurence and this can cause tension in a group setting. She keeps much of her past hidden and feels guilty about the secrets she hides but feels her friends/family would abandon her if they knew how she really felt and what she's been through.

- When she's hurt she often ignores it and lets the problem get worse because she doesn't want to address it. Her friends often have to drag her to a healer for treatment. This causes a lot of problems. She struggles with opening up so if she admits she's hurt or lets you bandage/heal her it means she trusts you far more than she'll admit.

- As a shapeshifter Dawn can shapeshift into anyone. After joining the Order her powers are put to use for infiltration/spying. Wanting to impress her higher ups Dawn often took her assignments too seriously and forgets who she is. She has identity problems and this can cause her great distress. However she has found ways to cope with this and Otto helped her master her powers so she'd control them and they wouldn't control her.

- After the Fall of Camelot, growing up in the Order Dawn has suffered many punishments for messing up an assignment/job. Strickler and Otto shielded her from the worst of it and sometimes Nomura would take the blame for Dawn but she has a lot of unresolved trauma that is buried deep within her. She will always feel indebted to Strickler and the other changelings but she also knows the Order is not a good place for her. The only good thing that came from all the punishments she's endured is she now has a high pain tolerance and she knows how the Order works.

- Dawn's maturity often fluctuates. She goes from being a young teen to an older adult yet she's always in the body of someone inbetween. Dawn could change her shape but mentally she's still that teenager who watched Camelot fall and wasn't able to save her family before they destroyed eachother.

#trollhunters o.c #o.c #dawna the daring #dawn #trollhunters #trollhunters r.p #please interact!!!

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maomao-words · 5 years ago

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Hiiiii!! Can you do a HC about the boys having a domestic father-daughter time with their 5 year old daughter while MC is away for a 2 days business trip? Thank you ❤️❤️

Hey, dear! Of course, I can! This request is too cute to refuse after all!

I hope you enjoy~

My ask box is still open at the moment, so make the most out of it!

MLQC Boys’ Domestic Father-Daughter Time:

Gavin:

“No, baby, no! That’s not a-- don’t pull too hard-” Gavin’s voice carried a slight hint of panic as the box between his daughter’s hands tore apart, sending flour all over the kitchen counter.

“Oh,” the 5-year old girl responded as she took the entire scene in. Few seconds passed by before she turned around to face Gavin, whose face and shirt were all covered in the dusty white flour, and blinked her amber eyes at him. “I’m sowwy, dad.”

The adorable smile she knowingly wore on her face as she faked her apology had Gavin melting in a mere heartbeat. He knew that she was using the very eyes she inherited from him coupled with a smile too similar to your own in order to fool him. Gavin might be the most talented Evol agent the country had and the best trained soldier in the police force but that man is a complete and utter fool when it came to his one and only daughter.

From the very first time he held her in his arms, Gavin knew that he will dedicate the rest of his life to protect this small bundle of joy. How could he not fall completely for her when she wore your features and smiled as you do? How can he not forgive her for spilling the entire contents of the flour box everywhere despite the fact that he will have to clean the whole kitchen as you were away in a business trip?

Sighing in exasperation, Gavin gazed at the child sitting next to him on the counter, her amber eyes sparkling with joy at not being scolded. She raised her small hands and swept off the flour off of Gavin’s nose before giggling in delight at her success. As Gavin watched her slowly attempt to clean his cheeks with her tiny fingers, a tender smile rose on his lips. Oh, to think that he would fall this hard twice in his life.

Victor:

“And- and what does liabilities mean, dad?” It was barely 9 o’clock in the morning, but Victor could already feel utterly defeated. The smile on his face grew more tender by the second as his child’s tiny fingers curled around his thumb, her round cheeks puffing up in anger as he took his time to answer her.

“Well, Liabilities are debts your business owes another person or entity. They are the money you are obligated to pay in order for your business to continue functioning.” The child’s eyes, two pristine stones of onyx, seemed to shine as she sat on the sofa, carefully watching as Victor typed away at his laptop.

You were both aware that your child was quite different from the start and you have properly confirmed her impressively high IQ in the past few weeks. Your daughter was gifted. She had a highly developed vocabulary and the ability to learn new words easily, a strong curiosity directed towards the world and an unquenchable thirst to always learn more.

Victor adored the child you both brought to life. Her dark eyes so full of life, her brown hair that flowed in tiny ringlets around her face just like yours and her outstanding ability to leave him speechless were all what brought him to his knees when it came to her.

Gazing at the small child looking intently at the screen of his laptop, her tiny nose scrunching up in frustration as she attempted to make sense of the sea of black numbers there, Victor felt his heart thumping in nothing but pure delight at her sight. May you always stay healthy and happy, Victor silently thought as he tenderly patted her hair and readied himself for her upcoming questions.

Kiro:

Um, yeah, what were you thinking?

Leaving two children alone in a house can only result in so much trouble. But somehow, just somehow, Kiro and your 5-year old daughter managed to do so much more. To be able to be present in the house during your 2 days business trip, Kiro made sure to take some time off to dedicate to your daughter. Kiro, bless his soul, was naive enough to think that taking care of a child alone with no proper plans at hand will not end in disaster. He was wrong.

Every morning, it would be time to bake cakes and fry candies. Chocolate toppings, lollipops, caramel, toffee. Whatever your daughter named, Kiro pulled and decorated her pancakes with. Solid meals with vegetables and meat as their foundation? Kiro pretended he never heard of those as he split and shoved chocolate tarts together with his small accomplice. If she ever got tired of playing around the house and chasing her father in circles, Kiro would take hours dressing her up in matching clothes with him before bringing her along outside to the nearby park for a stroll or to the town for a shopping trip.

Your daughter, with gorgeous blond hair which flows around her shoulders like a clear stream, eyes that glitter and shine with raw affection for all and her friendly and affectionate nature that she has inherited and polished through her father, became the center of attention wherever she went.

The love and affection Kiro pours out into her never ceases to amaze whomever is watching. The way he talks to her, holds her in his arms or shields her from the cameras in overwhelming situations speaks volumes about how treasured she is in Kiro’s eyes. She’s our small ray of sunshine, was what Kiro said the very moment he held her between his arms, unshed tears clinging to his eyelashes. She brought more light into Kiro’s life, and he cannot be any more grateful.

Lucien:

“Daddy--” tiny, muffled sobs coming behind a closed door forced Lucien into abrupt consciousness. He sluggishly opened his eyes and moved his hand to the bed stand to flick on the lights before finally turning his gaze towards the clock. It was almost dawn. The sobs grew stronger.

Hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway as Lucien pulled a shirt over his bare chest, his heart loudly thumping in panic. The door leading to your daughter’s room was slightly ajar and Lucien gently pushed it open, silently praying that she was alright. A small bundle of blankets on the bed drew his attention and Lucien stepped forward, softly calling his daughter’s name. The sobs stopped for a few seconds when the child heard her father’s voice before resuming stronger in intensity as she flung the blankets off of her curled form and called for her father again. Teary brown eyes met Lucien’s gaze and he felt his heart painfully thump as he bent down and picked his daughter up, tightening his arms around her.

The young girl buried her face into her father’s shoulder, her tiny fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. A tender smile on his face, Lucien sighed in relief as he held her closer to his chest and felt her steady heartbeat against his own. She was safe.

“A nightmare, sweetheart?” Lucien gently asked and the girl weakly nodded her head in confirmation. Her sobs were now mere sniffles and her eyelids were slowly getting heavier now that she felt safe enough in her father’s arms. As Lucien stood there, the first rays of sunshine making their way through the window and illuminating the once dark room, Lucien tightened his hold on his daughter. He has left the darkness for good in order to be with you and the child, and he did not have any regrets. As he basked in the gentle and warm light, watching as his daughter dozed off in his embrace, Lucien smiled.

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #mr love gavin #mr love kiro #mr love lucien

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neowinestainedress · 4 years ago

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↬ title: the devil’s in the details, but you got a friend in me ↬ pairing: lee taeyong / kim doyoung ↬ summary: when Taeyong's world falls apart right before his eyes, he realizes that staying with him means that clouds will always hang around them. And he wonders if what he has to offer will be enough to make Doyoung stay, even if he will never be able to give him peace. ↬ genre: idol!taeyong (but not nct!taeyong, soloist!taeyong), song inspired - peace by taylor swift, angst (not really, doesn’t concern the couple, tho), hurt/comfort, still romantic/fluff, happy ending ↬ warnings: since is peace inspired there are references to a situation similar to the one taylor had to go through in 2016 and the aftermath of it, so taeyong is in a��bad state of mind (mention of suicidal thoughts), homophobia (one explicit comment, but there are references to it during the whole story), implied sexual content at the end (nothing explicit) ↬ words count: 6.8k ↬ playlist ↬ ao3 link

Taeyong knew it, he knew everything since he was young and naive, too busy dreaming of filled stadiums and tears marked faces screaming his name. Taeyong always knew how fucked up the music industry was, how unfair, how fake and cynical it was. But Taeyong had always been a dreamer, a believer, and after all, he still was, even now. A grin made its way on his beautiful face, as he wiped a lonely tear on his rosy cheek away. Yes, he still believed in a miracle, he really hoped that the art he had been gifting to the world for all these years was enough for people to not stop supporting him. He really wished that all of his countless sleepless nights awake writing songs on his kitchen counter while his other half was sleeping in their bedroom were worth something. He wanted to think that the immense love he had been giving to his fans travelling around the world to perform with just four hours of sleep was appreciated. But deep down he knew that now everything was gone. His world crumbled apart into million pieces, and his love, his passion, his dedication, his art, weren’t enough to save it. He sighed, letting his head fall on the back of the chair in his home studio, he wanted to cry, scream maybe, destroy everything that was in that room, but he decided that it simply wasn’t worth it. Or simply that small sparkle of hope that was still burning inside of him stopped him from doing so. Except he knew what was about to come. “Tomorrow at 8, be careful nobody sees you entering the company, they’re not happy. We have to talk about the contract.” The manager's words were direct, strict and cold even through a text message. Lee Taeyong, the record-breaking artist from South Korea, with his incredible all-round personality full of charms and talents, was over, and there was nothing he could do to change that. When people fall out of love with you, there’s nothing you can do to change their mind. They simply don’t love you anymore.

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It wasn’t the first time Taeyong had to go through something like that. He had always been extremely controversial during his seven years career, whether it was for something he had seriously done or some crazy fake rumour spread around. People are fast at judging others without looking at the mirror even once, and he had experienced that on his skin more than once. He had to say sorry for things he had never done. He had to stay silent in front of the tremendous words people would throw at him, his agents never taking his side, even when they knew the truth, and some of his fans turning around on their backs.

Was he still famous? Did he still break records? Skyrocketed on the charts at every comeback? Yes, definitely. Probably somebody could say that after all these years he still had the world in the palm of his hands, but, honestly, he felt like he had nobody he could count on. All the people who used him just for clout, just to talk shit about him once they arrived where they wanted. All of the people who liked to call themselves tyongfs but never stayed when he needed them the most. His real friends all left the country, for different reasons, and the ones in the industry he felt to call like that, could be counted on one single hand. So when he met Doyoung and the other wasn’t totally disgusted by him or tried to work his way to the top, Taeyong was seriously surprised. A bittersweet forced laugh escaped from his lips as he put his coat on, and tried to take deep breaths in the mirror, trying to prepare himself to see the end of his career. He had been through so much shit since he was barely eighteen, but nothing ever hurt him more than seeing his dream disappear from his hands simply because he loved somebody, the only one who ever stood by his side. Nothing could ever come close to the pain that he was feeling at the moment, thinking that he had to choose between the people he loved the most, Doyoung and tyongfs. A choice that he never wanted to make, because his love and his heart were enough for them both. A choice that he wasn’t making, because apparently his fans, Korean netizens, and his agency decided that it wasn’t right, that something was twisted in him, and they simply couldn’t support somebody like him anymore. Taeyong had stopped being the perfect straight boy next door, and somebody decided for him that it was time to take him and throw him in the trash. And Taeyong had come close to that many times, but never like this, never he had seen such harsh words addressed at him, never he had felt so much hate and disgust. He knew that now, they were deleting him, acting as if he never existed.

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Doyoung had no idea what to do. It had been a week now since their kissing photo got spread around, one week since the internet exploded, seven days since he had to thank God he worked in his own place or else he would’ve been fired too. It had been five days since Taeyong’s company kicked him out, giving him no chance to fight for his art and his job, it had been five days since Taeyong got home and wandered around like a ghost, his favourite blanket over his head, his feet lazily dragging themselves on the cold floor, and drinking cups over cups of coffee in front of their big window which faced the whole city.

“Sitting there all day won’t change things.” The younger said, slowly making his way behind his boyfriend. He had kept quiet the whole week, not wanting to make him feel worse, and also because he didn’t want to let out his real emotions. Doyoung felt incredibly guilty. As soon as the news came out he already knew the ending, and all he could think was that maybe if they had been more careful, or simply if they had never met, if they had never fallen in love and started dating, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. And he felt that it was his fault because he was the one who couldn’t let Taeyong go, the one who had to persist and convince him that he deserved love, and he would’ve stayed with him till the end, no matter his reputation or the things Taeyong couldn’t give him.

Doyoung sighed when his boyfriend didn’t answer, he sat next to him on the large windowsill, his body facing Taeyong’s even though the other was turned toward Seoul at their feet.

Taeyong let out a barely audible huff, placed the hot cup in the cavity the blanket formed between his legs, and then turned around to face the older. His head was still resting on the wall at his side, and for a while, they simply stared at each other without saying a word. Somehow, that was enough. A silence that only two souls that knew each other that deeply could donate. An unspoken secret language they had taught each other through the years. They were like that, they never needed to say much out loud, it was a particular type of chemistry that flooded between them.

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong mumbled, breaking the eyes contact, too fearful and coward to look at him in the eyes. Doyoung furrowed his brow, his hand moving to grab his chin and lift his head up.

“For what?”

Taeyong sighed, he blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his eyes from the foggy views the tears he beforehand shed gave him. “For all the shit that I put you through, not only now, but since we know each other.”

Doyoung bit his lower lip and then moved closer to his boyfriend, his hands cupped his pretty face, and a smile crept on his own as he stared at the boy in front of him. No matter how tired and broken he was, to him, he was still the most beautiful man on the hearth.

“Don’t say sorry,” he whispered, moving the wild strands of his hair who fell messily on his eyes. “I’ll do it all over again for you, Tae. I knew what was coming when I started dating you, and I choose to stay. I’ve always been by your side, knowing that dating you meant waking up with nobody on the other side of the bed for months, and trusting you while you were on the other side of the world. I’ve chosen to stay, knowing that dating you meant going on the internet and read terrible things about your persona that weren’t true. I stayed, in your worst times, when everybody decided to stab you from behind and leave you bleeding. No, I fell for you there, when you were in pieces. I could’ve escaped, walk away like anybody else, take the distances from you, even foment people against you. But I didn’t.” Taeyong was trying to hold back his tears for the nth time of the day, or better, of the week. They loved each other, he was sure about that, but their love language wasn’t a spoken one. For most people it also appeared odd, their close friends and family sometimes still couldn’t believe that they were dating for three years now. Their dynamics appeared strange to many eyes, or at least considered the few people who knew about them. But they worked, better than with anyone else. Still, with all the love they had for each other, hearing things like this wasn’t something Taeyong was used to. He knew that Doyoung wouldn’t hesitate a second to jump off a cliff if it meant saving him, but hearing what he felt out loud made his heart skip a beat and flip in his chest.

“And you know why?” Doyoung asked as his thumb gently wiped away his rolling teardrops. “And you want to know why I would do it all over again?” His voice started to shake a little bit, Doyoung wasn’t an emotional type, not that he was distant, simply the occasion where he would let himself go in front of the others were rare. But now, with a completely shattered Taeyong standing in front of him, it was just impossible. He had seen Taeyong at his worst, when society wanted him dead, and decided to turn around for the first time, and honestly, he had thought that he would’ve never had to see that again. But he was so wrong because now Taeyong wasn’t even half as broken as he was back then, the oldest didn’t let out much in those days, but Doyoung could only imagine all the things that were running in his pretty little mind. And they weren’t positive. “Because you are a ravishing sweeping fire, the most enchanting one, you have no idea how many times I feared of getting burned by you, but I stayed anyway and learnt that your flames don’t do nothing but keep me warm and safe.”

Doyoung stopped for a second, taking his time and giving his boyfriend the time to absorb what he was telling him. “Remember what you once told me, the day you texted me we were over because you were terrified your life couldn’t fit mine, and how you didn’t want to hurt me?” Taeyong nodded, he remembered that day clearly. They had been dating for five months at the time, the worst rumours about him had just started to slow down, so he felt a little bit safer to go around Seoul when he had a break. All it took to ruin his day and destroy the pieces he had tried so hard to put back together was a rude comment yelled at him “What’s next? It'll come out that you’re gay?” And as he froze at the harsh words, looked at the ground and kept walking, his first thought flew at Doyoung. He couldn’t do that, he couldn’t put him in that situation. He didn’t think twice when he told him that things were over between them as soon as he arrived home. But honestly, he wasn’t expecting Doyoung banging at his door, screaming that he couldn’t care less what people thought about him, or them, trying to make him understand that they would’ve got this kind of remarks anyway, trying to reassure him that as long as nobody knew they would’ve been fine.

“Rain will always come if you’re standing with me,” Taeyong whispered, reminiscing the words he had told him through the tears that night. Doyoung nodded, softly smiling at him, and then kept talking.

“We got drenched with rain, we’ve been in the middle of storms, and look at us.” He smiled, holding his arms out in the air to point at them. “Our love was enough to keep us warm. Your beautiful, sparkling, mesmerizing flame is more than enough to keep us alive, warm and safe.” Taeyong didn’t say a thing, his emotions were all over him, he simply couldn’t find the strength to say anything, not already at least. So he simply let himself crush against Doyoung’s welcoming body, his face sunk in the cavity of his neck as he let the sobs roll out free, they weren’t sad tears, more likely the result of pent up stress of the terrible week he had been trough and the fears for their future who simply seemed faithless and tenebrous.

They sat there for a while, the only sounds they could hear were their breathing and Taeyong muffled cries. The sun was sinking at the horizon, lighting Seoul’s skyscraper of golden, wishing the town a good night, even if the city wasn’t going to sleep at all. Maybe on another occasion, they would’ve cared about that. As Doyoung lazily scrolled through Instagram while the national news channel was playing in the background as he waited for Taeyong to come home after a long day of practice, and then together they would’ve chosen what take out to order, half of the time ending up with Doyoung having to do all by himself because Taeyong was too tired even to make a choice. Or maybe they would’ve hit up some of their closest friends and hang out with them, at their place, without having to worry about getting caught. Maybe in another situation, the radio was on, keeping Doyoung company as he cooked for them, while humming and jamming to the songs the radio was passing, and then he would’ve laughed at Taeyong flustered expression when one of his songs would play. But now, it was totally different. If they turned on the TV they would’ve seen themselves, pictures of their broken privacy splashed on the front page of every journal and gossip show. If Taeyong turned on his phone they would’ve heard the frustrating ringing of persistent notification, missed calls from his mom, and his friends, just wanting to make sure he was still alive. Calls that Doyoung had to take for him during the whole week.

“You know what? We’re cooking together tonight, you definitely need to eat more than just coffee and cheap snacks and I need to distract your mind from all of this.” Doyoung broke the quite they were in, carefully moving Taeyong away from him to look at his eyes. He tried to suppress a sad smile as soon as he made contact with them, Taeyong’s usually big brown warm eyes were now swollen and red, deprived of their typical bright light. He just wanted him to be happy because Taeyong never deserved any of the hurt people had put him through all these years. And the more he looked at his boyfriend the more he questioned when everything would go back to normal, if it ever will. But Doyoung needed things to at least be good again, he needed his happy, goofy, bright, loud and passionate Taeyong back. Because he deserved to be happy.

Taeyong just nodded, not like he had a choice anyway, but not that he minded. He felt the need to spend some time together with Doyoung, just them, in their home, acting like the world didn’t exist. It was just an illusion, but he couldn’t care. And he was also pretty used to pretend, in his world, everything was an illusion, it needed to be like this to survive. Or else, there wouldn’t have been any other way to stand all of those masquerade revellers and their fake smiles, and unnecessarily loud laugh to hide emptiness and sadness. And for a split second, Taeyong thought that maybe, taking a break from all of that wasn’t even that bad.

✯✯✯

“Are you eating?” His mom’s voice ringing from the other side of the phone was muffled, her tone as worried as three weeks before when the mess first happened. Taeyong giggled and rolled his eyes in the back of his head, it was like the third time she had to make sure about that since she called.

“Yes, mom, I’m good. Doyo is feeding me well.” And even though he couldn’t see it, he perceived the genuine smile creeping on his mom’s tired face. She was so glad his son had someone like Doyoung by his side, especially now that she couldn’t be physically near him.

“Still can’t come by?” The woman tried to ask anyway. Taeyong shook his head and hummed in negation.

“You know why.” Honestly, Taeyong would’ve never forgiven himself if something happened to his mother. She wanted to pass by their house since the news broke out, but Taeyong was fast at forbidding her from doing so. Three weeks now, and the situation was still out of control. He simply couldn’t leave the house, the building was surrounded by angry, so-called, fans. Sometimes they were just standing there, breaking the merch, but two times things got out of hand and some neighbour had to intervene. Not that things changed. It was disgusting and scary, to the point he was just expecting from some of them to break in and kill him while he was distracted. Also, Doyoung still had to go to work. Being the owner of his small business he could take a week off to stay with Taeyong and also made up his mind, but they needed his job. Yes, Taeyong’s money were still there, he made pretty much a fortune during his career, but they needed to stay grounded, to have something that somehow reminded them of their everyday reality. Plus, what was Taeyong going to do now? Find another agency? Start one of his own? Cry himself to sleep every night because at this point it felt much more than just music and he couldn’t handle it anymore? Now the latter seemed to be the only thing he could think of. So he just stayed home, waiting for Doyoung to call him every time he made it out and in the house safe. He spent the days with a lump in his throat because of the girls down the house and the terrible things he read on the internet. The only things distracting him, his mom and his friend’s calls.

At least two minutes passed by in silence, just a light buzzing from the line could be heard, but Taeyong felt some sort of tranquillity in his mom’s breathing. He closed his eyes and imagined to be wrapped in her arms, his head on her chest, as it moved up and down, and her voice chanting a sweet song. Just like when he was a child, and everything was easier, and nobody had ever hurt him.

“Yongie,” her mom called his attention. The boy hummed, loud enough that she could hear. “You know that I love you and I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done in your life, right?” His mom had never been too happy about his choice in the career path. She knew he was talented, she never doubted his capability of filling stadiums and captivate people. She simply hated the industry, their brainwashing, the way they produced robots and not people with feelings. She was aware of what being a celebrity meant and she never wished that life for his son. But when someone you love has a dream, what do you do? Do you clip their wings or let them fly? She let him go, and never stopped, even for a second, to be proud of her little man.

“I know,” Taeyong smiled, a sincere smile after lots of forced ones, “you’re always my number one fan, right?”

“First and last, nobody might stand your annoying self anymore but I’m going to still be here.” She exclaimed, making his son laugh. But he knew it was true, even if everyone left, she was always going to be there.

He talked with his mom some more, but when the phone call ended he fell back into the hole that was devouring him. He sighed, nervously running his fingers through his hair, pulling his bleached blonde locks.

He wanted to pick up the phone and call Johnny, have a chat with him up until Doyoung would've come home. Talking with his best friend would’ve definitely helped him to not think about his life. But they had already talked in the morning when Johnny called to make sure that he was okay and proposed him to spend some time with him and Ten in England. He didn’t want to bother him, but at the same time, he didn’t feel in the mood to talk with any other of his friends.

So, pretty much unconsciously, he did the only thing he shouldn’t have done. He grabbed his phone and went on twitter. Socials were toxic, he knew that. He should’ve already deleted everything and don’t think about it, but somehow he always ended up there. He desperately needed to know what people thought about him, if one, even just one, of his fans stayed. And for some sort of strange reason, he felt like he also needed to know all the bad things. To make sure that it was real, that people really hated him. Or maybe because, by now, that words already crept into his brain and he felt like he was unlovable and unworthy and deserved to read what they had been calling him lately. And his heart took it, up until he saw a tweet against Doyoung, about how they didn’t even know him but to date somebody like him they had to be twice as bad. Or another one saying that Doyoung wasn’t even attractive and at least Taeyong could’ve had better taste if he really wanted to be like that. The more he scrolled on his name the worst things got. People saying that they had been waiting for this for ages, some others saying that Taeyong should’ve already been cancelled years ago when his first scandals broke out, or how he had probably fucked his way to the top. Thousands of tweets saying that they always hated him for his attitude, and they couldn’t stand seeing him feeling himself so much, and all of that was a lesson that he was finally paying. Laughs and jokes on how probably the strong, intimidating Lee Taeyong was now crying like a little bitch.

And they were right, because he was sobbing uncontrollably, curled up on himself as he laid on the couch, the phone abandoned on the floor after he slipped from his sweaty hands. He wanted to scream, and he did. An agonizing loud scream resonated through the walls as he tried to push out of his brain the painful and dark thoughts that were drawing him. He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t sleep at night knowing that he was dragging Doyoung in this hell with him when he deserved much better. But what was he supposed to do? Taeyong had already tried to break up with him, fully aware that their lifestyles were just too different. And Doyoung had spent a whole night up just listening to his nagging and crying, as he desperately tried to convince him that no matter how hard it was going to get, he wanted exactly what they had. But now everything was different. Back then Taeyong had snapped because of one single homophobic comment, they weren’t out, nobody knew about them. Now, everything was different. And he just had to make sure that Doyoung was strong enough to get through that. Because Taeyong wasn’t so sure that all that he could offer was enough for him to stay. And he also wasn’t so sure that he, himself, could make it out alive. He just couldn’t take it anymore. And he felt so fragile as perfectly known old thought came to his mind. It wasn’t the first time other people words made him believe that he simply wasn’t worth living. He disrupted the lives of all the people he loved, he was a tornado, not the nice little flame Doyoung loved to describe him as. But he didn’t want to be like this anymore, to hurt the good and trust the evil, even if unconsciously. Maybe it was a sign, that life didn’t suit him anymore. He was tired, he just wanted a normal life. He wanted to wake up in the morning and go to work, just to go back home to Doyoung preparing dinner. He wanted to spend lazy Sundays on the couch wrapped in Doyoung’s arms. He wanted to live somewhere where they could hold hand with a little less terror of being judged and beaten. He wanted to live, as a human being who made mistakes and not an automaton.

He wiped his tears with the back of Doyoung’ sweater he was currently wearing and got up from that spot in the living room. In less than twenty minutes Doyoung would’ve been home, and he didn’t want him to see him like that. He needed to distract himself, not let his mind travel in the wrong places, so maybe some music playing in the background as he cooked would’ve been helpful.

✯✯✯

The evening passed by quietly. Doyoung had come home safe, finding Taeyong busy at the cookers, humming and dancing to the rhythm of one of his favourite records. The younger didn’t see it coming and slightly jumped when Doyoung hugged him from behind, maybe, given the tense situation, that wasn’t the best idea Doyoung had ever had, but Taeyong couldn’t mind. He just wanted to feel him close, to make sure that he was there for real, and he wasn’t just one of the many mindless dreams he had. Taeyong had to make sure that Doyoung was his, he had to remind himself that he deserved the happiness he could bring him. And Doyoung felt that something was somehow wrong when Taeyong kissed him a little bit longer than the usual and then didn’t pull away but let his head rest on his shoulder. He didn’t say a word, tough, other than pointing that what was for dinner looked delicious.

Seoul's sky was particularly pretty that evening, coloured with soft shades of pink and purple, painting their living room with the same tones. And that dinner passed as one of their old romantic indoor dates, far away from the world, and strangely, for the first time after many, the exhausting sense of suffocation wasn’t there. Maybe Taeyong still felt it, but not as much as that afternoon, when he was all by himself.

Taeyong really didn’t want to ruin that perfect mood. The apparent calm they were surrounded with as they laid on their sofa, carelessly paying attention to the movie they had chosen to watch. They were more lost in each other's touch, Taeyong let himself relax as Doyoung spooned him, their hands intertwined, because they wanted and also because Taeyong had started to nervously bit his nails once again. In the years Doyoung learnt that telling him was useless, he would panic, his cheeks flushed, and then go back doing it once again. So the most efficient method was to grab his hands, play with them, hold them, caress them, anything that could divert Taeyong’s attention and also his nervousness. Not only he would stop bite them, but it would help his sense of anxiety, and Doyoung got to feel him closer, so everybody won with that.

But they needed to talk. This was a point of no return, and Taeyong had to know if they wanted to travel the same road together forever or not. They needed to start over. Their coming of age had come, they couldn’t just sit around and ignore the problems. Taeyong had never been firm on his choices, always walking on eggshells, with fear of crashing because the danger was near. But now, after all of these years in the industry, he had realized that he simply couldn’t get away from it. It was always around the corner, ready to attack, it lived in him. And he had to remind Doyoung that. He had to let him know all the feelings he had for him, and then let the decision in his hands.

“I could never give you peace,” the blond mumbled, his words barely more than a whisper. Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows, he had heard what his boyfriend had said, but he couldn’t understand his point.

“What do you mean?” he asked, moving a little so he could have a better look at the older’s face.

Taeyong took a deep breath while his eyes were focused on their fingers playing together. “With my life, with who I am. And then your life, and who you are.” Doyoung wanted to roll his eyes to the sky, thinking he was going to witness Taeyong trying to break them apart once again, but something in the tranquillity of the other’s voice told him that this conversation wasn’t going there.

“Sometimes I look at you, and just don’t feel enough. Not enough to cope for all the things that you had to stop doing for me, or the fears that I planted in your heart, or even the way I make your future so uncertain. I look at you and I see integrity, and it makes me feel small.”

Doyoung stayed silent, as much as he loved Taeyong, he couldn’t deny that he was right. Their lives were totally different and pretending it wasn’t true would've been. And yes, sometimes it was hard to keep it up with Taeyong’s busy rhythm, sometimes things got bigger than what he could handle. But Doyoung knew that. Taeyong had made it clear since the start, and he knew by himself that dating a celebrity like him would’ve brought along a lot of hard times. Still, he could totally get why Taeyong always felt like a burden; he was insecure, he always believed that he wasn’t deserving of love, especially a sincere one that lead to a healthy relationship.

“You think that I regret all these years together?” Doyoung asked when nothing else came out of Taeyong’s mouth.

The other shook his head. “I don’t know, but I want you to know that I’m fully aware of how hard it has been for you too. And I’m glad for all the things you’ve done for me.”

Doyoung smiled, then one of his hand travelled up to caress his hair. Yes, he knew Taeyong knew that. Taeyong had seen the most fragile and vulnerable sides of him, he had seen him fall apart in front of him so many times that sometimes he wondered why he never left. To strangers’ eyes, Doyoung was strong, always in control of everything, it looked like he always had his shit together, but it wasn’t like that at all. And Taeyong was the only one who ever seen him like that, the only one he had ever opened up to in such a real way. The times he cried because he was terrified of not being able to do well in his new business. The older wanted to spend more time next to him, but the worldwide tours didn’t give him the chance to be present in the way he really wanted. Or when jealousy and insecurity mixed up together, and Doyoung cried at night thinking that Taeyong could find somebody better than him every day; and some nights the blonde was there to roll around, hug him and love the insecurities away, but many others he wasn’t.

“I’m sorry if I couldn’t always be there for you, but God, Doyoung,” he exhaled, squeezing his eyes to hold back the tears that were threatening to roll down his cheeks, “everybody thinks love’s for sure, but I would die for you in secret, any day, without thinking twice.”

Doyoung’s heart skipped a beat, his head fell on top of his boyfriend’s shoulder as he held him tighter.

“You know, right?” Taeyong asked, lifting his body to sit up with his back and look at Doyoung in the eyes. And in a fragment, he could see all of his vulnerability. Taeyong had always thought that Doyoung was like glass. Beautiful, transparent, resistant, but so, so fragile, that one single needle could tear him into pieces. And he had seen him shattered many times. He just wanted to make sure that he knew he could always count on him, since most of the times it was always Doyoung worrying about everybody else, without taking care of himself.

The younger hummed, following his actions.

“You know that I’d swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild,” Taeyong stopped for a second, his hand moved to grab Doyoung’s one, and his head rolled back as he tried to hold back the tears, and then let out a giggle “I’d even give you a child if it was possible.”

Doyoung chuckled and smacked him playfully on the arm.

“You know what I feel for you, the way I never felt so at ease with anybody else. You know how deep under my skin you got, how deeply you know every single inch of my soul. You know how much I cherish the way we don’t need words to understand each other, a glance is enough, silence is enough. I see your family as mine, your brother is my brother, and I couldn’t ask for anything better than that.” His tone was sincere, not that Doyoung ever doubted that, but something in his voice and in the way he was looking at him, made him feel a certain kind of way. And in that moment realization hit him like a truck, what they had was just above everything and everyone else, a rare gem only them could understand. And he was so grateful that fate, God, his ancestors, or whoever people wanted to believe held the strings of life, let them together.

“I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best,” Taeyong said, now intertwining their fingers, and holding tighter.

“Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?” a tingle of fragility in his voice. He was scared, no, terrified, Doyoung would say no and run away from him without thinking twice and looking back. He was so scared that Doyoung would've slipped out of his fingers that he unconsciously held even more than before.

Doyoung didn’t answer, he threw himself in the other’s arms and kissed him, slowly at first, just to become more passionate. His hands running through his locks, pulling him closer.

“Yes, Taeyong. It will be enough. You are enough. You will always be enough.” He mumbled once he pulled away, tears marking both of their faces.

“I don’t regret one bit of what I had with you, I could never, Yongie,” he said, his hands still cupping the other’s face. “I want this, I want you, and all the mess you bring with you. I love you. I’m dating you, not them, and their poisoned words. I’m in this with you. Not with anybody else. I don’t care about what they say to you, they don’t even know a quarter of the amazing person that you are. I don’t care about what they say about me, their words don’t define me. Their hate doesn’t define our love and its validity.”

This time is was Taeyong’s turn to stay silent and just lean in to make their lips touch again.

And in the dawn of the night, they stayed like that for a while. Forehead to forehead as Seoul was busy outside; with her cars moving between traffic lights and her people getting drunk in downtown bars. They could feel the city’s vibration, but they couldn’t care much about the others. It was just them, lost in their own moment.

Taeyong leaned in to kiss him again, and again. He needed Doyoung like he was his vital lymph. And he couldn’t care if he looked desperate, greedy and messy like a teenage boy during his first love story. He just wanted to feel. To feel alive, to feel real, to feel love. He couldn’t quite remember the last time they made love to each other. The last months had been a hell for so many different reasons, always busy, life moving so fast that the only time they had together he was either too tired or a quick thing was all they could get at.

But now, the world had stopped. His castle crumbled overnight. They took the crown from him. He wasn’t sitting on his throne anymore. He had nowhere else to be, now.

Now they had all the time they wanted to take things slow. To get lost in the smallest details of the other. Taeyong could kiss every small portion of Doyoung’ skin. He wanted to burn in his flames, feel the heat on his skin, and deep down in his soul.

And right now that Doyoung’s hands were on him, modelling him like a sculptor, touching him like nobody else ever could, he was sure of one thing. He had made mistakes in his life, never learning much from them, but at least he had done one thing right.

Now that Doyoung’s starry eyes looked at him as if he was the most precious jewel in the world, he understood that just that was enough to light up his darkest night. No, Taeyong didn’t know how to call that, it was just more than love at this point. Maybe they were soulmates. No, definitely they were, there was no other way they could be described as. And a smile crept on his face, as he let himself be lulled by the strange wave of happiness and safeness that hit him.

Doyoung noticed that, and, stopping for a second, he raised his head to level his. “Why are you so happy, uh?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Taeyong shrugged. “Nothing, I was just thinking that I won at life.”

“You won?” Doyoung raised an eyebrow, his left arm was resting at the side of Taeyong's face supporting his weight so he wouldn’t fall on his naked boyfriend.

Taeyong hummed, his "dumb" smile never leaving his face. And Doyoung was so glad that the same old Taeyong seemed to be back, at least for now. He knew that the road to healing would’ve been long, but now, Taeyong had stars in his eyes, and that was the only thing he wanted to see.

“If I tell you that I think we’re soulmates in the middle of a lovemaking session will you run away?” Taeyong giggled as soon as he saw Doyoung roll his eyes.

“I can’t believe I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Doyoung responded, but his hands were once again busy working on the other’s body, somehow pulling him even closer to his.

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Taeyong asked with a genuinely surprised look on his face, which disappeared as soon as Doyoung’s hands touched places that made him see stars. His lips opening, letting out beautiful moans that Doyoung suppressed with a kiss.

“Isn’t that what soulmates do?” Doyoung asked him, leaving a trail of kisses over his neck, down to his collarbone, and all over his chest.

And Taeyong wanted to say something rational, a small part of him even cry for the joy he was feeling after so many time, but he was already putty in Doyoung’s fingers, overwhelmed by too many emotions. But once again, words were superfluous between them.

And as they became one in the night, burning in the heat of their love, they both had the confirmation that it would’ve been enough. Because at the end of the day, even if the devil’s in the details, they had a friend in each other.

And somehow, that was the only thing that mattered.

part two: where all the poets went to die

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Ray Route Bad Ending 3 Guide

(donʼt/never answer messages it give good heart so i suggest dont answer it :))

Day 10

01:46 – Want to Think Positively

Selection 1 Yoosung, are you interested in religions?

Selection 2 I’m safe, but it’s no thanks to V.

Selection 3 He helped me not to lose faith.

Selection 4 Yoosung, you don’t find this world a very beautiful place, do you? What if there is a paradise? Does it sound […]

Selection 5 I’m sure he has a thousand things to worry about, even with me excluded…. (Nothing)

Selection 6 Did he have to work as an agent…? I mean, there is some other place that will appreciate his talent….

Selection 7 He would’ve been better off working at the paradise… than being captured.

Selection 8 Seven…. You must be busy…. You’re in one hot water.

Selection 9 Did someone get you? (Nothing)

Selection 10 He’s kidding, right?

Selection 11 It’s too late.

Yoosung Calling

- Yoosung, did you dream something?

- Wouldn’t he have done so knowing that Seven is in grave danger?

- Yoosung, cheer up. You’ve alerted V and done what you could.

03:18 – Thought it was a joke

Selection 1 There’s no way V can even protect Seven. He’s so helpless….

Selection 2 If that’s the case, he’ll pay for his wrongs.

Selection 3 He wouldn’t have lived as an agent…if he’d chosen Rika.

Selection 4 Are you here to tell me that you’ll handle it? Making new secrets again?

Selection 5 Please tell us if you managed to reach Seven… (Nothing)

Selection 6 You should get over to his place! (Nothing)

Selection 7 I’m sure it’s another secret…

Selection 8 Keep hiding like that, and you’ll lose this battle -!

Selection 9 I thought you’re the one who introduced the life as an informant to Seven. Is that really all you know?

Selection 10 I’m new to the RFA, but I might as well know more about Seven…

Selection 11 Have faith in yourself! (Nothing)

Selection 12 Now you see that you can’t trust him?

Selection 13 You realized that now? RFA is so much more naive than I thought… It’d be easy to bring all of you here.

Selection 14 I have a feeling now the RFA will be full of suspicions and uncertainties.

Selection 15 …I’ll tell you later. Please give me some more time. (Nothing)

Selection 16 You’re the representative of the RFA, but you’re being so stubborn to your members. Everyone will stay forever in […]

Selection 17 Don’t you think making Seven one of the RFA was a mistake in the first place?

Selection 18 Let’s just reveal everything and make RFA choose, to stay here or join this place.

Selection 19 If this is all because you made a wrong choice, V, I see no reason why we should pity you.

Selection 20 You should now take full responsibilty for what happened and lead the rest of the RFA to the right path.

Selection 21 If you can’t even heal yourself, just don’t do anything from now on.

Selection 22 No. When people love each other, they should give exactly what they want. You couldn’t give Rika the love she […]

Selection 23 I want someone to love me in the most perfect way. I trust there will be someone if it’s destined.

Selection 24 Even if you weren’t perfect, you should’ve never stopped trying to make your love perfect.

Selection 25 V, Rika didn’t happen to be your first love, did she?

Selection 26 You’re not going to take long again, are you?

Selection 27 Don’t you find V suspicious? You’re so naive, Zen.

Selection 28 That you for staying and giving us a very long talk. You should now rest. (Ray)

Selection 29 You say you’ll do something, but you won’t actually do it. You think words alone will make a difference?

Selection 30 Bye.

Selection 31 I think I understand Rika better than you do.

Selection 32 If you’re looking for an art, you should find it in your workplace.

Selection 33 Don’t you think she wanted acceptance of herself just the way she is?

Selection 34 You should give up now. RFA won’t be staying in one piece anymore.

Selection 35 I’ll be staying here.

Zen Calling

- You have nothing to do with it. In my opinion, it’s V fault for not handing it well.

- If the prosecution is involved, wouldn’t we all get to know the truth? So try to calm down…

- Zen, I think it’s best if you take a rest.

- I just imagined Seven costume playing in energy…

06:21 – What happened last night

Selection 1 I don’t think we can find out everything new, unless V tells us his secrets.

Selection 2 You got a type.

Selection 3 I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t get a chance, my savior.

Selection 4 I’ll keep that in mind, my savior.

Selection 5 They are so frustrating. You must save them now!

Selection 6 Can’t we save Seven?

Selection 7 I think you should administer him well, my savior.

Selection 8 That’s great. Does he need cleansing ceremony by any chance?

Selection 9 I’m sure you made things very clear for him.

Selection 10 I’m ready to do whatever you want me to.

Selection 11 I can’t wait to be saves….

Selection 12 Yes. He looks so tragic, trapped in his own art.

Selection 13 He’ll soon kneel before you, my savior.

Selection 14 Saeran will soon wake up. And he’ll be make you happy.

Selection 15 Alright, my savior.

Rika Calling

- What I feel is not important but… I want to remain in Mint Eye.

- I’ll do my best in my position even in the future.

- Does he look like Yoosung?

08:36 – I’ll Tell Everything

Selection 1 It was… Could you please tell the intelligence unit about it? (Ray)

Selection 2 But you’re fine with your life even without the RFA messenger…

Selection 3 At least there’s no question that now things have reached the point where V can’t undo them.

Selection 4 But it’s too late.

Selection 5 V, you returned sooner than I thought.

Selection 6 Are you here to tell us that you’ll handle Seven’s disappearance?

Selection 7 You’re right. He brought this upon himself.

Selection 8 Because public power is not part of this. This is something personal… (Ray)

Selection 9 You’re not going to badmouth Rika, aren’t you?

Selection 10 We can save everyone! Although we’ll need extreme luck – !!

Selection 11 Don’t you think that’s too cruel?

Selection 12 Tell us no, V. We don’t have much time. (Ray)

Selection 13 That’s when his choices started to take the wrong turn. It’s because of you, V….

Selection 14 We could use the genes from his family. I mean, his family is very powerful…

Selection 15 Yoosung, please don’t freak out!!

Selection 16 He abandoned his own brother as he became an agent.

Selection 17 He’s really good with computers… And he’s none other than… (Nothing)

Selection 18 So the prime minister is not what he looks like… (Ray)

Selection 19 Yes. They were supposed to leave themselves to the same fate, but V decided to ruin that.

Selection 20 No, his brother is doing much better. He’s at a place full of happiness.

Selection 21 I think RFA needs protection….

Selection 22 How much more are you planning to spill?

Selection 23 You’re the one who made Seven and informant. It’s all your fault.

Selection 24 Please consider me an angel from Rika.

Selection 25 At first, yes. But now I’m doing that to protect Seven’s brother and the RFA. (Nothing)

Selection 26 Yes. There were a couple troubles, but I survived.

Selection 27 The second hacker is the real one. The first one is a fake.

Selection 28 Both brothers were hurt because of you, V.

Selection 29 He’ll be angry. And he’ll lose faith in you, V.

Selection 30 That’s what you thought? That was stupid of you.

Selection 31 About this group the hacker is associated with…? (Nothing)

Selection 32 I think you’re already having a hard time…trying to wrap your head abound Seven’s past. (Nothing)

Selection 33 He could’ve tried to reason with the prime minister back then.

Selection 34 I must admit Seven’s family is really smart.

Selection 35 Yes. At least his brother’s safe, and that’s good.

Selection 36 Who knows if she’s still alive. That could be part of the secrets.

Selection 37 I only wish to bring the RFA to the Mint Eye, my savior.

Selection 38 There is a chance to bring both Seven and the prime minister to the Mint Eye.

Selection 39 Everthing will go as you wish, my savoir.

Selection 40 With your love, he’ll soon open his eyes.

V Calling

- Show me your gratitude with money.

- Yes, I’m too good helping you, V.

- Isn’t it because you didn’t open up all the secrets?

11:49 – Best Present

Selection 1 How are Zen and Jaehee doing? (Nothing)

Selection 2 It’s too dangerous. You can’t reveal them.

Selection 3 That is unacceptable. We must protect the paradise!

Selection 4 We must stop the RFA and bring the prime minister and Seven here.

Selection 5 I think he’ll be of great help for the Mint Eye.

Selection 6 Is Saeran safe…? (Ray)

Selection 7 He made such a poor vow that he’ll be a parent. He shouldn’t have done that.

Selection 8 Seven will eventually join us. I can tell him better than anyone else that this place is the safest ground on Earth.

Selection 9 He was brought up in a blessed environment. He’ll never understand.

Selection 10 Everyone at this place can stay secure because you’re here.

Selection 11 For eternal paradise.

13:56 – Unexplainable Situation

Selection 1 This place is just great. Don’t worry about me.

Selection 2 Maybe V put those brothers against each other…

Selection 3 Of course the hacker is angry and upset. He’s been abandoned and hurt…

Selection 4 Even if that’s true, hatred is different from snow that will melt away after mere hours of sunbathing…

Selection 5 But there’s no denying the man got the brains.

Selection 6 But it can’t be helped. The smart rule over the world.

Selection 7 Am I glad that Yoosung and Jaehee are ordinary lol

Selection 8 Welcome, Jaehee!

Selection 9 Can’t we visit his house? We can at least run an investigation there, can’t we? (Ray)

Selection 10 You shouldn’t push yourself. You should stay safe. (Nothing)

Selection 11 He’s so sly, like his father….

Selection 12 He’s just taking a break…. He needs some time to recharge himself.

Selection 13 When is Jumin coming back? (Nothing)

Selection 14 Poor you, Jaehee… (Nothing)

Selection 15 Then just show the people some documents. Doesn’t that do the trick?

Selection 16 Can’t he tell apart his business form his personal life?!

Selection 17 Great idea. Count me in. (Nothing)

Selection 18 I miss him….

Selection 19 Let’s see whether he can beat his father.

Selection 20 Please let us know once Jumin calls you.

Selection 21 This place is heaven. I wish I could invite you for a visit.

Selection 22 We’ll see,

Selection 23 I have a feeling we’ll soon hear a good news.

16:13 – Return of Jumin

Selection 1 C & R is in an urgent situation! They need you now!

Selection 2 Don’t you feel a little tug at your heart for saying that?

Selection 3 lolololololoolol

Selection 4 But now we all know Seven is the prime minister’s illegitimate son, and he’s been kidnapped! (Nothing)

Selection 5 Where are you going to hang it?

Selection 6 We need to approach him in secret and offer a deal. He’s smart and won’t be wavered by emotions.

Selection 7 Because he wants to gain additional information on Seven…?

Selection 8 Not possible. The hacker is already happy here.

Selection 9 Hacker won’t join you. He can’t find happiness in the RFA’s world.

Selection 10 I can’t help you. Rather…why don’t you two come here in person and talk to him directly? I’ll escort you.

Selection 11 …Don’t get your hopes up.

Selection 12 Even if he gets back, he won’t be able to cooperate with the RFA.

Selection 13 His love for his brother is long gone.

Selection 14 I should tell you that there’s only a slim chance of success.

Selection 15 ….

Selection 16 I’m sorry, but Jumin’s plan will fail.

Selection 17 Bye!

Game Branch

i hope this work for you!! its took a bit time to write but here we go!! ^^

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Fic: A Transition of Sorts

A/N: Wrote my Pilot fic. It probably sucks because I wrote during multiple bouts of insomnia and just to write something so ere go, probably forced. Some of the lines are from the transcript from Inside the X. Tagging @today-in-fic @suitablyaggrieved @baronessblixen @improlificinsarcasm

Darkness and mystery surrounded Scully in her motel room as she carefully lit a series of candles throughout her room. Her first assignment as a field agent and it literally had to be in the middle of nowhere Oregon. She was tired. The day had been long and grueling and oddly enough, strangely satisfying. There was a mystery...a plausible explanation of some sort that could be discovered.

She shut her laptop, being careful not to use all her battery just in case the lights would be out longer than a few hours. She shuffled her notes and files, deciding to call it a night. Suddenly, the phone rang and she jumped slightly. She huffed to herself in amusement as she looked at her watch. She picked up the phone and greeted, “Hi, Ethan.”

“Dana,” he greeted. “How’s your first field case going? Find any aliens yet?”

“It’s not aliens, Ethan. But it’s going. I just lost power. This town literally is in the middle of nowhere.”

She tried to keep it professional. She wasn’t really expecting her rocky, taking some space-boyfriend to call her. She had her suspicions for the past three months that he was cheating on her with someone else. Scully was able to solve the mysteries of death but not the one mystery of her cheating boyfriend.

“Well, maybe being a field agent isn’t what you’re calling is. You had a pretty sweet gig in Quantico.”

She groaned at his nagging. That was another thing had been growing worse too. “Well, I think I could do more good here than in a lab, Ethan.”

“Chasing little green aliens?” He scoffed. “What is that I hear? Spooky?”

“How did you hear that?” She rolled her eyes. “Of course, now I remember you telling me.”

“I’m a journalist, Dana, it’s my job to know. I heard he used to be quite the golden child back in the day.”

“That doesn’t matter, Ethan. I’m doing a greater good here helping these people than I would in the lab.”

“You aren’t cut out to be a field agent, Dana. You’re a doctor. It is a waste of your talents.”

“You think I can’t do it?”

“I just think that a woman shouldn’t be out in the field is a dangerous situation like that. You’re a doctor, Dana.”

“And I’m also an FBI agent!” She was clearly annoyed now. “Why did you call me, Ethan? To berate me? That’s why I asked you to move out to begin with.”

There was a noise in the background, a woman’s sultry. “Come back to bed, baby.” Sheets ruffled and a hand covered up the phone. She could hear Ethan’s quiet, “Not now, Trixie.”

“What was that?”

“What was what?” He hissed over the line. “Tricia stop it.

Scully rolled her eyes, berating herself for being so naive. Of course, she should have followed her gut instinct. “Goodbye, Ethan and don’t ever call me again, okay? Just leave me alone.”

“Wait, Dana...I can explain.”

“I’m done.” She slammed the receiver and rolled her eyes. How could she be so stupid? “Damn it.”

Her head was still swimming from the evening earlier of being out in the woods, their car mysteriously dying and restarting their case, and the emotions of what just had happened over the phone. Her heart was racing. Scully was upset. She could feel tears wanting to begin but she crushed the urge. She had to remain professional, still get Mulder to respect her. He was challenging her every step of the way and at one point, she began to question if he had any respect for her at all.

She ran her fingers through her wavy hair and got one of her candles to bring to the bathroom. A hot shower would clear her mind. She set the candle on the counter, ran the shower, and took off her robe. As her fingers grazed her lower back and felt two raised bumps. Panic set in. It coldn’t be…

As a storm raged, she rushed to Mulder’s door and knocked on it. The door opened immediately. Mulder’s surprise was clear. “Hi.” Scully’s mind was still racing. She felt panic, still striding high off her previous emotions. “I want you to look at something.”

He stood off to the side and motioned for her, “Come on in.”

Scully, with her arms crossed, walked into his motel room. Mulder shut the door behind her, sealing them off from the storm outside. She turns around and slipped down her robe. His eyebrows arched in surprise to see her only in her bra and underwear. She looked at him and down her back. Wordless, he bent down and gently touched her back. She jumped and he gently caressed her skin, soothing her frazzled nerves. He spotted two small dots and started to smile. He could understand why she would be so nervous.

“What are they?”

His smile grew wider.

“Mulder, what are they?”

“Mosquito bites.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I got eaten up a lot myself out there.“

Scully gasped in relief, blood rushing to her cheek as she slipped her robe back on. She instinctively hugged Mulder and she lingered. He hesitantly returned it, surprised at the physical contact. She suddenly realized she felt embarrassed and hugged him longer than she had to. But at the same time, it just felt...right.

“You okay?” “Yes.” Scully pulled away from the hug and tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath. “I’m fine. I just...I haven’t been sleeping well.” “You're shaking.”

She looked away. “I need to sit down.”

She sat down at the small table and he took a seat from across from here. “Take your time.”

“You don’t trust me,” she exclaimed bluntly. She clutched her chest, willing her heart to slow. “You think I am a spy.”

“Scully,” he tried to soothe.

“Don’t, Mulder. If you don’t trust, just any it! I know you hate having me here.” She got up. “It was stupid to come here!”

“Scully!” He grabbed her hand. “You didn’t waste your time.”

“You think I’m a spy,” she spat. Mulder didn’t deny it. “Your silence is deafening. I am sorry for bothering you, Mulder.”

She yanked her hand away, wrapped her robe around herself tightly, and grabbed the candle she had brought with her. “Scully, you don’t have to go out into that rain.”

“You made it perfectly clear. I was unprofessional. Good night, Agent Mulder.”

She jogged back to her room, avoiding the pouring rain and locked the door behind her. She set the candle back down on the table she had previously been sitting at. She moved to look for additional candles but had no luck until she looked under the bathroom sink. Scully chuckled at the irony of finding candles in a questionable hotel.

She lit the rest of the candles throughout her room and decided that perhaps she could try to review the case but right now, that was the last thing on her mind. She could read the book she brought for the flight but her mind was elsewhere. But her thoughts went back to Ethan.

Scully had met him on the rebound from Daniel, shortly after graduating medical school and being recruited into the FBI. Maybe she was still looking for that hole that Daniel had filled, but for a while, it worked. A successful up and coming journalist that covered Capitol Hill that was on the up and up to eventually go to national broadcasting. Ethan had nabbed a deal to a woman who was not only a medical doctor but and an FBI agent. At a Christmas party for his work, he paraded her like a prize...the oohs and awes from his coworkers still made her skin crawl...a doctor and an FBI agent? What a catch, Ethan.

Her father was so happy. His youngest had found a good man, her mother flirted the m-word, marriage. For a month she played with the idea, however, she caught him cheating the first time, and then things just went downhill from there. Tonight was the final straw.

She sighed and went to her bed, bringing a candle with her. “I’m single,” she repeated. “Fuck.”

She couldn’t fathom it and how much her life had changed in 72 hours. New assignment. A partner, could she even call Agent Mulder that, refused to trust her. Is this was being a field agent was? And now, she was free...single too. Was she free though? Ethan’s words still stung her.

Scully jumped when she heard a light knocking at her door. “Scully? You awake?”

She felt the bile rise up in her throat. “What do you want, Agent Mulder?”

“Mulder,” he corrected. “Um, can we talk?

She was reluctant to let him in. “About what? The case?”

She would not open the door.

“No. Um, about earlier, Scully…can we just talk?”

She got up and, after a moment's hesitation, opened the door. “Is this about the case?”

Mulder held his own candle and shook his head. He looked down at his feet. “No. I feel like I made an ass of myself, Scully. Can I come in or do you want me to stay out here all night?”

Scully looked past him to the storm raging outside. After a moment’s hesitation, she stepped aside. Mulder’s reluctance to enter was clear but he did so anyway. “Say what you have to say, Agent Mulder.”

“Mulder,” he corrected. He turned on his heel to tower over her. “Scully.”

“This is not some Tarazen and Jane situation,” she snapped.

He arched an eyebrow, clearly confused. “If this is about what happened earlier, I assure you it isn’t. I want to clear the air between us,” he said softly.

“There’s nothing to clear. You made that certain.”

“You know as a profiler and just as a good observer of nature, does your anger have to deal with the mysterious phone call with someone named Ethan you got right before we left Dulles?”

Scully glanced at him in the corner of her eye and sighed. After a moment, she answered, “He is, excuse me, was my boyfriend of three years.”

“So,” Mulder ventured slowly, “this happened recently?”

“Literally right before I ran over like a coward asking you to check my back. He told me,” she paused, “that this was a waste of my talents and that a woman should not be out in a dangerous situation such as this. I told him that I felt like I could do the best out here in the field, helping those couldn’t help herself, despite what people say about me.”

Mulder saw the unmentioned barb thrown his way, and her ex-boyfriend he supposed. “Well, what purpose does some guy have questioning the person who rewrote Einstein?”

She chuckled and wiped away a stray tear. “A journalist who cheats on you with someone named Trixie.”

“Journalist...is it Ethan Minette?”

“You know him?”

“Not directly but he tried to reach out to do an interview of some sort. He seemed just like everyone else who has made fun of me over the past years so I refused it.”

“He mentioned that.”

“Can you blame me?”

She shook her head and turned to face him. “I’m not here to spy on you, Mulder. I’m here to do a job. I am here to. Find the truth, help these people, and solve this case...with you. I am tired to you fighting me each and every step!”

“Have you ever had a partner, Scully?”

She shook her head. “Unless you count a cadaver.” Mulder frowned in response. “Pathologist humor, sorry. Mulder, I’m here so we can solve a case and so I can ground our findings in science. So we can solve this case.”

He titled his head and nodded. “You know, Scully, it’s been a very long time since I’ve had anyone take me seriously since I had someone to trust.” He walked past her and sat on the floor next to her bed. “You get used to people making fun of you, teasing you…” He shrugged. “I’ve been on my own with the x-files so long, I just learned to ignore it. But when I got the news I was getting assigned a partner, a scientist no less, I can’t help but be suspicious.”

“I know the feeling,” she said, reflecting on Ethan.

“How long had your ex been cheating?”

“I caught him in my second year of our relationship. He swore it was a one-time thing. Then it happened again. Then I kicked him out.”

“Go, girl!”

Scully smiled and lowered her gaze. “I was trying to make it work because of my parents…”

He held up a hand and patted the bed behind him. Scully smiled slightly and picked up a white blanket and wrapped up around herself. She lounged behind him and adjusted the blanket to rest on her hips. “I know about trying to please your parents but coming as a third neutral party for this, Scully. I think you are better off without him. He sounds like a twat.”

“Twat?”

“Sorry. An ass. An idiot. You did the right thing, Scully. So how did you find out?”

Scully felt a little lighter. Maybe Spooky Mulder wasn’t spooky after all. “Literally the woman said something over the phone while we chatted and I heard it. 20 minutes ago.”

“Ouch,” he winced. “Well, the fool didn’t know what he had.”

“What about you?”

Mulder’s head lolled back and looked at her. “Hmmm?”

“I give a little, you…”

“Fair enough, Scully. We’re going to be partners after all.”

The first time he had mentioned something more than temporary. Maybe he would finally take her seriously. “So, what do you want to know, Scully?”

She was quiet and then asked, “You had the whole world in front of you with your career, why the x-files?”

He smiled, surprised, and decided to trust her. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, we got time,” she countered.

He lolled his head back and took a deep breath, “I was twelve when it happened. My sister was eight. She just disappeared out of her bed one night. Just gone, vanished. No note, no phone calls, no evidence of anything.”

Scully was not expecting this. She propped her head up in curiosity. “You never found her.”

“No.” He smiled ironically. “I understand family pressures, Scully, trust me. Tore the family apart. No one would talk about it. There were no facts to confirm, nothing to offer any hope.”

“What did you do?”

“Eventually, I went off to school in England, I came back, got recruited by the bureau. Seems I had a natural aptitude for applying behavioral models to criminal cases.”

“I know the feeling. We lived on the West Coast when I was a teenager and I wanted to get out so badly to make my own name. We moved back to Maryland when I was 18. I tried to go to medical school out west but I…”

“Johns Hopkins, top of your class, recruited into the FBI,” he smiled, “something we both share.”

Scully laughed and Mulder’s smile went wider. He faced her. “My success allowed me a certain freedom to pursue my own interests. And that's when I came across the X-Files.” “By accident?”

“At first, it looked like a garbage dump for UFO sightings, alien abduction reports, the kind of stuff that most people laugh at as being ridiculous. But I was fascinated. I read all the cases I could get my hands on, hundreds of them. I read everything I could about paranormal phenomena, about the occult and…” He sighed and drifted off in thought. “I found my sister’s file.” “What?”

“There's classified government information I've been trying to access, but someone has been blocking my attempts to get at it.”

The passion with which he spoke to her made her sit up a bit more. “Who? I don't understand.”

“Someone at a higher level of power. The only reason I've been allowed to continue with my work is that I've made connections in congress.” After a moment, he added, “The same freedom being the golden cow of VCU afforded the same connections elsewhere.”

“And they're afraid of what? That, that you'll leak this information?” Scully’s interest was piqued. “Mulder.”

He sighed bitterly. “I hate to tell you this, Scully, but you deserved the truth. You're a part of that agenda, you know that.”

“I'm not a part of any agenda. You've got to trust me. I'm here just like you, to solve this.”

He kneeled on his knees, twisting toward her. “I'm telling you this, Scully, because you need to know, because of what you've seen. In my research, I've worked very closely with a man named Dr. Heitz Werber and he's taken me through deep regression hypnosis. I've been able to go into my own repressed memories to the night my sister disappeared. I can recall a bright light outside and a presence in the room. I was paralyzed, unable to respond to my sister's calls for help.” He moved close, emphasizing, “List to me, Scully, this thing exists.” Scully felt like she could see his brilliance but a deep trauma that permeated his every move. “But how do you know…”

“The government knows about it, and I got to know what they're protecting. Nothing else matters to me, and this is as close as I've ever gotten to it.”

Scully could see why everyone thought he was crazy but she saw past that. There was something more to him that others’ could not see. “Why tell me all this, Mulder?”

“I’ve always trusted no one.” He shrugged. “Maybe, since I have a partner, maybe I should start trusting someone.” He nodded to her. “'I know you were sent to spy on me, Scully. I’m not stupid. But…” he paused. “I can see you mean what you say. You only want to solve the case.”

They shared a moment of mutual understanding before the phone rang. Scully jumped and Mulder rushed to pick it up.

“Hello? What? Who is this? Who is thi…” He slammed the phone down and turned to Scully. “That was some woman... she just said Peggy O'Dell was dead.”

“The girl in the wheelchair?” “Yeah.”

“Let’s go then.”

- - - - - -

Days later, with their first x-files case solved together, Scully found herself sitting at a bar in a Portland airport dressed in jeans and the rain jacket she felt like she had been wearing for days now. Next to her a small duffle bag with some quick clothes she had purchased after their motel had gone up in flames. Next to her bag was Mulder’s. “Hey, sorry that took so long. I got us a flight in three hours non stop to D.C. I didn’t want to deal with any layover.”

“Good thinking.”

“You order yet?”

“Uh, no. I wasn’t sure what you wanted.”

“Usually unsweetened tea but, Scully, we’re off the clock. Why don’t you say we celebrate our first solved case.”

“If you can call it solved. There are still so many questions I have, Mulder.” She shook her head. “I’ve never studied anything or seen anything like it. I know the answers are there, Mulder. There’s probably a lot of logical answers to the files down in the basement.”

“And we’ll solve them. This is what the x-files is, Scully. Unexplained.”

“Do you think that is where the ‘x’ comes from?”

“For what?”

“X as found in explained? Or imagine if they called it the xxx files...unexplained to the third power.”

Mulder burst out laughing. “They might think the FBI solves pornos or that could be a porno. Two agents, out against the world, solving one 1-900 number at a time.”

Scully snorted. “So now we solve poor pornos.” She shook her head. “And what about celebrating our first case? Is that an olive branch I detect from you, Mulder?”

“So maybe you aren’t a spy and I am making the choice to trust you, to a degree. I don’t go around telling everyone my life story. Besides, maybe I am tired of being the lone agent. Maybe I could use a partner.”

“You’re the first one who has called me, Scully...outside of my instructors. Everyone calls me Dana or whatever. It’s always a boys’ club. I knew that going into it. Ethan didn’t help.” After a moment, Scully smirked. “You’re really bad at this.”

Mulder chuckled. “Well, I’m not perfect.”

She nodded after a moment and held up a finger. “Beer but just one.”

“Scully, we’re off the clock and I saw how you gripped the armrest during the turbulence and when we took off and landed. You don’t like flying.”

“Not particularly.”

“You better get used to it if we’ll be traveling across the country.” He nodded and put their tickets on the counter and tapped them lightly. “Um, I know we had separate seats last time but no such luck. I hope you don’t mind.”

Scully’s eyebrow arched. Another olive branch. “That’s fine, Mulder. Thank you.”

“So, how about some dinner and another beer before we fly?”

“You buying?”

“Why kind of partner would I be if I didn’t,” he teased. Scully smile coyly. Maybe he did trust her after all. “Besides, it’s only one beer. What could it hurt?”

One beer turned into two and three. They shared an order of spring rolls and spilt an order of meatball sub with extra mozzarella. The more Mulder got to know her, the more he felt like he could trust her.

“So,” Mulder said, pausing between bites. “You met Ethan where?”

Scully giggled and let her cheeks blush. He couldn’t get enough of that sound. “Of all places, a medical conference. I had just graduated from the academy and I was still fresh at Quantico. He normally covers the hill but because Thomas Miller was there…”

“The assistant director of forensics and pathology at Quantico?”

“The very same as the one who recruited me. It was by chance. He spilled a bourbon and coke on my dress. One thing led to another…” Scully shrugged looking down into her beer. “My parents approved of him but it only took a year before I caught him cheating. I was so desperate for…” She shrugged again and looked at Mulder. “I wanted so badly to believe that I could make something out of it. That it is a one-time thing. But it happened again. And again. Then I kicked him out.”

Mulder sipped his beer, intrigued. “So the phone call before we lost all our stuff?”

“I thought there was still hope. Even though he didn’t live with me, I thought I could still make it work. I’d invested three years of my life into trying to make this relationship work. We were already on rocky ground. I told him when I got the assignment and that I couldn’t have dinner with him because I was going to Oregon. I gave him my hotel phone number...out of habit I guess.” Scully shrugged. “But as I was talking, I hear this sultry voice from a woman named Trixie.”

“Trixie?” Mulder repeated.

Scully sipped her beer and snorted in amusement. “And then I just broke it off. Best thing I have ever done.” Scully smiled. “It’s very metaphorical if I think about it. Right after I decided to cut all ties and all of our stuff was burned.”

“And our evidence,” Mulder said glumly. “We were so close, Scully.”

She hummed and held up a finger and reached into her jacket, producing a glass vial with a small implant. “You managed to save it.”

“It never left my side, Mulder.” She passed it to him. “That is our best evidence for what happened to Billy Miles and those kids. I can’t explain it but it’s a start. There’s still a lot more to do.”

He was once again taken aback. “You really aren’t a spy, are you?”

She laughed. “You still can’t get pass that, can you? Far from it. I was serious about what I said. I’m here to solve these cases, Mulder. Maybe my background as a scientist can give your explanations a bit more ground to stand on. But I want to do good in the world. I’m here to solve these cases just like you.”

He nodded and lifted his half full glass of beer. “To new beginnings, Scully.”

She smiled and he sensed a real, genuine smile. There wasn’t anything about her that was fake. She raised her glass and clinked it. “To new beginnings, Mulder.”

- - - - - -

Mulder found his walls crumbling as he watched Scully doze against the window of their plane. During take off, they sat together and he held her hand tightly as she clutched his for dear life. Once they were airborne, and likely somewhere over the Midwest, she finally relaxed and slumped over towards the window. Mulder gently tugged on her hand. “I’m okay.”

She blinked sleepily and nodded. “I know,” he whispered. “But do you want me to ask for a pillow or blanket for you?”

“Finally trust me?”

“Just a bit.” He waved his hand slightly. “Can I…”

“I’m okay, Mulder.”

“Too late.” An air flight attendant listened as he requested a pillow and blanket. “See, I got you.” It was delivered promptly and Mulder offered them after the flight attendant left. Scully blinked sleepily. She took the blanket and pushed the pillow towards him. “Agent Scully, we just met.”

She chuckled and lounged the seat back to get comfortable. Mulder didn’t know why, he did the same, trying his best to master the same angle. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

The plane jumped slightly like it had on their way into Oregon and Scully turned her head and reached for his hand. He held it tightly. “Thanks.”

He squeezed it. “Of course.”

- - - - - -

At about 7 p.m local time, their direct flight from Portland landed at Dulles International in Virginia. The bump-bump of the plane landing on the tarmac woke Scully and had, embarrassingly, found herself sleeping about against Mulder’s shoulder. He just offered her a smile and said nothing about it. She blinked herself awake and watched the plane taxi to their ramp.

“Welcome back,” Mulder stated softly.

“Home sweet home.”

“So, Scully, you survived your first x-file, what’s next?”

“You sound just like a game show host.”

He shrugged and gave her a goofy smile. “Well, Agent Scully?”

“Just let me know.”

Mulder smiled broadly. “I’ll grab our bags when the plane stops. So, what’re your plans once you get back home?”

“Same old, same old.”

Mulder nodded and focused his gaze forward. As the plane parked, Mulder stood up first, unlocking the overhead bin. He grabbed both of their duffle bags effortlessly. “I got it, Mulder.”

“I’ll give you your bag once we get off the plane. Besides, I can run down people with these bags.”

His joke got the laugh it intended. Unconsciously, she grasped the back of his jacket. “Just don’t lose me in the process.”

Mulder and Scully got of the plane, and once they got to the ramp, he passed her her bag. Scully slung her duffle over her shoulder and followed Mulder. She noted that, in the beginning, she had struggled to keep up. His long strides matched his determination to seek the truth. But now, he either purposely or unconsciously matched his stride to be in tune with hers. He touched the small of her back. “You have a ride back to your place?”

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

“Dana!”

She stiffened when she saw Ethan rushing towards her with a bouquet of flowers. Mulder frowned, turning towards her. “Is that Ethan?” He asked.

She nodded slightly. “I don’t know how he knew,” she whispered back.

“Dana! I’m so glad you’re back. I was afraid you missed your flight.” Ethan stopped in his steps, seeing Mulder talking to her. “Agent Mulder, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.” He offered his hand. “Ethan Minette.”

“I know who you are,” he said cooly, ignoring the offered hand. “You dogged me on a case a few years back and made my work impossible. We’ve met.”

Scully heard the chill in Mulder’s voice and shivered unconsciously. “What do you want, Ethan? How did you know where to find me?”

“I called your mother.”

“You didn’t tell her…” Scully pinched the bridge of her nose. “Ethan, we’re done! I want nothing to do with you!”

“Dana…”

“Goodbye, Ethan.”

Mulder wisely kept quiet and placed a guiding hand on her back and pushed past the ex. “Well played, Scully.”

“Is he following us?”

Mulder chanced a look over his shoulder. “No, but as a man, I would think you just took my balls as trophies.”

She stopped and couldn’t help but laugh. “Dana!” She could hear her ex-boyfriend calling her. “Don’t go off with Spooky!”

“Keep walking, Scully, however, you might become, Mrs. Spooky in the process.”

“I’ll take the chance.”

Mulder smiled boyishly and placed his hand on the small of her back. “Welcome to the basement,” he teased.

He escorted her to the taxi area and from there, they took separate taxis to their own apartments.

When Scully got home, she stared at the empty apartment and went about her evening routine. By 11 pm, she was in bed and couldn’t sleep. By 11:21 pm, she flipped over onto her side and stared at the alarm clock. A series of thoughts rolled through her mind. She was officially a field partner. She jumped when the phone rang.

“Hello?” She answered unsurely.

“Scully? It’s me. I haven’t been able to sleep. I talked to the D.A. in Raymond County and there’s no case on Billy Miles. The case we filed was gone. We need to talk, Scully.”

Mulder? What was he talking about? Their case.

“Yes...we can talk about that tomorrow.”

He heard her sigh. “How are you doing, Scully?”

“With what? The case?”

“No. Ethan Whats-his-name.”

“I’m okay. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, Scully.”

“How did you get my home number?” She asked after a moment.

“How did I get your senior thesis?”

Scully smiled into the phone. “Good night, Mulder.”

She hung up and sighed: how things had changed.

#xfiles #xf fic #txf fic #txf #pilot #ust #msr #early msr #msr fic #long piece

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kieranducky · 5 years ago

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Alright fellers, here’s the run-down of my punk au (aka this fic)

RDHD, pronounced Road Head: John (vocals), Arthur (guitar), Javier (guitar, bass, and probably keyboard/piano too), Sean (drums) + Kieran is their roadie/driver/mom friend

John and Arthur are childhood friends, who met each other through foster care. John’s father was pretty neglectful, and Arthur was raised by his mother who died when he was young. They knew Sadie because she was around their age and lived in the same neighborhood, and she was one of the starting members of their band but left because of... Plot reasons.

Javier and Arthur are both openly out (Arthur is out as bisexual and Javier identifies as like, generally queer/fluid). Arthur is a very private person when it comes to his personal life and his relationships, and Javier is just a little bit salty because he’s open to talking about his background and identity but no one ever asks him about that stuff.

Everyone has some connection with Dutch, who owns a dive bar where the band started off performing and first picked up traction. He helped all of them out of a difficult situation in some way, so they all feel indebted to him. But he’s also like, a sleazy ex-agent/manager who’s always trying to get them to do lines with him.

And Dutch being an ex-manager: I think he got kicked out of a talent agency for being a sleazeball, and that agency is run by Colm O’Driscoll ;)

Hosea is there too, and he lives with Dutch. He genuinely looks after everyone and tries to steer them in the right direction. Whenever they’re in town he gives them tupperwares full of leftovers and baggies full of toiletries and condoms. He knows Dutch is bad news for them, but they’ve known each other for decades and he’s too deep in love to actually ditch him or directly keep people away from him. They are not in an official, established relationship, but they live together? And might as well be?

Sean’s dad is in the music industry... Somehow, haha. He’s either another manager or some kind of musician, but he’s an absolutely chaotic, anarchist old Irish man. I think he knew Dutch through the music industry and sent Sean to stay with him so he could go to school, but Dutch directed him towards the band instead.

Javier is more or less estranged from his family because of his sexuality, and had a really shitty time in between leaving home and being taken in by Dutch. He is definitely the most loyal to Dutch and feels like Dutch saved his life.

Kieran is a high school dropout who was kicked out by his parents because he couldn’t get a job. Dutch got him a job, and he’s pretty alright at it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He’s always really cared about animals and wanted to be a veterinarian, but I think he was going through some really bad mental health stuff in his late teens, which was why he wasn’t able to finish school. He definitely takes care of the guys the same way he’d take care of animals, lmao.

Abigail, Tilly, Mary Beth, Molly, and Karen are all in a band called Girl Dad. They’re all in the same university (Charles and Lenny go there too!) and are in the same sorority or something, with Susan as their house mom (disclaimer: I know nothing about sororities). I accidentally kind of paired them all up with the guys but I... Promise it improves it. I enjoy the drama of relationship webs a lot, especially in this context which is just. Thoroughly chaotic.

I mean shit like:

- Mary Beth being so, so in love with so many of her friends, but none of them are available to her.

- The fucking romantic tension between Javier and John; John never having paid any thought to the fact that he likes guys before that (despite on more than one occasion being caught sucking dick when he was drunk or high as hell), and Javier not wanting to force him to confront his sexuality before he’s ready.

- A very similar situation between Sean and Kieran; Sean acknowledges that he likes dudes, but has never been open about it with other people, because it “isn’t a big deal” (aka he doesn’t want his quite progressive, but still very Catholic dad finding out about it), and Kieran who is much more experienced and confident in his sexuality but doesn’t stress over relationships nearly as much as Sean does.

- John and Abigail. Yeaaah

- Javier having a thing going with Tilly but a) bi panic and b) very different goals in life that will inevitably not work out

- Arthur and Charles, but it’s the least dramatic thing on this list by a long shot

- Dutch dating Molly but absolutely taking advantage of her to get closer to her band, and her being too young and naive to care

That’s all I can really think of off the top of my head at this point. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#me trying to info dump about my beloved au without giving away plot points #i care about this way too much #rdr2 #javier escuella #arthur morgan #sean macguire #kieran duffy #john marston #also can you tell i'm a multishipper #rdhd au

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venusparker · 5 years ago

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born an actor ✦ t.h || series masterlist

ft. teaser

includes actress!reader + fem!reader

summary: as an actress and as a person in general, you adored tom holland and his career, the work he was known for. but now that you’ve managed to become his co-star? you’re not exactly his biggest fan.

warnings: lowkey angst. more warnings will be posted during the first “chapter.”

notes: i’m an actor so i’m using what i know and just my experiences for this and also is this a bit of me projecting myself into here? maybe so but mind ya business.

masterlist. taglist. || one • two • three • four

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YOUR FINGERS WERE CURLED UP, READING THROUGH THE SCRIPT THAT WAS SENT TO YOU VIA EMAIL. It was one of your first official gigs, something serious at least, and just receiving the opportunity to audition made the nerves rise up like goosebumps on your skin and bile in your throat. You scrolled further, eyes drinking in every word, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

Parts available: 3

Zoe: Female lead and love interest of Levi. Sarcastic and blunt, yet naive in social situations.

Gen/Genevieve: Zoe’s roommate, supporting character.

Leyla: Background character, many speaking lines, sister of main character Levi.

You stopped reading. For just a second, you closed yours eyes, imagining a world where you could have landed the lead role — but you knew your chances as an up-and-coming actress, so you knew better than to push it. And so, you were going to audition for the part of Genevieve. It was a part that still got a respectable amount of screen time while simultaneously not being out of your reach.

As of late, your career wasn’t incredibly strong: small background characters here and there, an extensive time in high school theatre productions and community shows, few independent films as an extra or background character. The fact that your agent had even gotten you this audition was an outright miracle, and when you had first gotten the news, you remembered nearly fainting from the override of shock.

Tom Holland is in this movie, you told yourself the first time you were sent the email. Thus all the more appeal.

Tom Holland agreeing to a movie that wasn’t action-packed in the slightest had been all over fan accounts and Twitter when it was first announced. Of course, the name of the film hadn’t been released, just the minuscule detail that it was, in fact, a romantic comedy and he would be playing the role of Levi, lead love interest. You had been excited, simply as a fan, to go and see the movie yourself, just in the theatres while munching on some popcorn as you marveled over an actor whose talent and reputation you wished you yourself could amount to.

You opened your eyes then, sighing heavily, knowing that this was your absolute one shot to fully seize the day, and make the most of it. God, you could feel your insides churning, the day of the audition inching closer and closer to a movie that Tom Holland fans — including yourself — have been anticipating, licking their lips for any drop of detail they’re able to receive. And really, now that you think about it, you much preferred being on that end rather than where you were now, anxious for a new and more nerve wracking reason, no matter how many times you had prepared and prepared and prepared for the big day. The final moment.

Your moment.

The one that could possibly kickstart your career and everything else that you foolishly and haplessly dreamed of, perhaps too fond of clichés than you’d care to admit. The one where you would meet Tom, someone you had waited in lines for in your hoodies and sweatshirts and comfortable walking shoes, someone whom you looked up to, though you two were not at all far apart in age.

And it all depended on this — this audition, this film, your acting.

Now, you held the script to that very film in your hands. You, [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N], had a chance to star in a movie with Tom fucking Holland.

No pressure.

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snowstorm808 · 5 years ago

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Man to Man review

Forest just ended and classes have been suspended. I've been looking forward to watching Man to Man but kept putting it off because I needed to focus on my return to school. My interest piqued because Cheese in the Trap (drama) was just so unsatisfactory. No wonder Park Hae Jin took on the movie which had better cast, thankfully. But first, I want to share a bit of history to my Park Hae Jin drama addiction. I first saw him in Chil Princesses then East of Eden then Seoyong, My Daughter, all of which were aired in a local channel. Though I didn't watch these dramas closely except for East of Eden, I just watched some of the episodes enough to remember the actors. I just literally remembered that Yeon Jung Hoon AND Park Hae Jin were in East of Eden together as babies exchanged from birth as a form of revenge! It seems my memory works well when it comes to K-dramas. Even then, I wasn't so fond of PHJ but I must admit I was quite surprised to see him as a third wheel in My Love from the Stars. I just thought his stature should be the lead actor type. And so Cheese in the Trap came a long with an interesting plot. I thought it wouldn't be bad to give it a try. Thanks to the director, writer or whoever it was who thought setting aside Yoo Jung aka PHJ to give Seo Kang Joon more scenes was a great idea. Nevertheless, I believe that injustice gave birth to the Cheese movie turning it into a blessing in disguise. I love the movie a lot and I got to move on from the drama version with ease. I usually hate it when the drama and movie has a different cast but I didn't feel that way with this one. It was quite difficult to source the movie so I was beyond ecstatic when Red by HBO picked it up. I watched it for like 4 times and never got tired of it. Shortly after that addiction, I learned Forest was airing on KBS World. Coincidence? Not sure but the idea sent me to the skies. Though it was a twice a week drama, it was quite a struggle to watch due to hectic class schedules but I prevailed. Heh.

Forest left me wanting more PHJ dramas and the class suspension made verything fall into place. Finally, after so much holding back from drama temptation, I got to watch Man to Man on Netflix. It is better to be late than never, right? At first, I looked it up thoroughly since it's his first production after to Cheese in the Trap because I didn't want to be disapointed again. The actors in this drama are the real stuff. From the lead to supporting actors and production staff, I just knew the drama would be in good hands. With a stellar cast and firm story line, my heart felt so full.

Man to Man has everything I can probably look for in a drama (on those days when I'm not into fluffy romance). Genre wise, there's action, comedy, romance, bromance and just the right amount of drama. It was like watchig a movie with the length of a drama which makes it so perfect for me. Like K a.k.a. Seol Woo, I prefer dramas over movies because of its length (although we do have different underlying reasons for that).

Not the usual cliché

I do admit I was a bit curious of K's real identity like his family and etc but it seems it was a good decision not to touch on his back story to lay off the usual K-drama cliché. There weren't also any childhood meeting for our main leads. It was the characters around K who had stories to tell which felt satisfying enough for me as a viewer. Watching dramas taught me excessive deets on a character can come off as cliché and kill a story if not well executed.

Things to love

One of the first things I noticed was I did not feel as if Park Hae Jin was too much in my face. The screen time between the actors was divided decently which is another plus with professional actors and production. I actually felt as if PHJ was trying to prove a point with this drama because the level was totally different. I might be overthinking here but to me it did seem that way.

The actors had perfect chemistry making them so fun to watch. From the bromance to the villains, they were just really fun to watch.

I love how Park Hae Jin delivers a funny line or situation with a straght face. He literally seemed like he was having fun messing with his role that way. I couldn't help but feel so impressed at how he could shift between emotions with such ease. It was definitely my type of acting method and he did it perfectly. I've seen tons of actors do this method but his was exceptionally effortless. PHJ certainly improved a lot, I guess his experiences as a character actor honed his talent. I'm certainly a fan of his acting from here on though I probably won't ever have a crush on him. Lol. He and Joo Won are few of the actors I love without having a crush on actually.

Kim Min Jung is another wonderful actress although she isn't your typical lead actress. She usually takes on a variety of characters and she executes them so well. Cha Do Ha is a bit naive but scary when angered while Park Hu Ja (My Fellow Citizens) is somewhere between scary and funny and damn badass like a true woman should be. Though it took me some time to appreciate Seol Woo and Do Ha's romance, it changed when their feelings started to actually grow serious. I was surprised because I didn't expect the shift and to actually see it. I can credit their great acting because I found my self shipping Seol Woo and Do Ha although it may not be to the point of outside the drama.

Bromance. Yeo Woon Gwang (Park Sung Woong) was totally a third wheel to the main couple for Seol Woo's affection, that is. I just get the kick out of it every time they ran away like some lovers from The Bodyguard, it was a parody alright, but it was definitely the best I've ever seen among all parodies. Yeo Woon Gwang and Cha Do Ha shed light into K's life as a ghost agent. His South Korean mission made him human and earned him a family. Technically, there were different types of bromance in Man to Man all over from the NIS Agents to the villains.

Twists. Yup so most dramas have twists in it but some feel as if they're forced. However, I didn't feel that way for this drama. While I might have expected some of it due to the initial clues, I think the so calld twists were well put together.

It is definitely a good watch if you're searching for a quality drama with action and comedy in it. I mean I'm totally raving here and if my writing does have a voice, you'd probably hear my never ending excitement and enthusiasm towards this drama. Thank goodness, Old School Intern is coming up!

#man to man #kdrama #park hae jin #kim min jung #park sung woong #forest

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fromthadiningtable · 6 years ago

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The Boy with the Leather Jacket

Warnings: cursing

(The credit for this entire little mini series goes to @edwardtriggerhandzz MY WIFE, for her idea!!!!)

The world famous Whiskey-A-Go-Go or as you knew it, the place that consistently kept your bills paid. At first, it was a place where you would go see bands and grab a drink with friends and then it turned into your place of employment. You had been going so much that all of the staff began to recognize you and soon knew you by name. You would come in and complain about your job as a nanny, downing shots of tequila and vodka sodas to keep you sane. The complaining seemed to work in your favor, the bartender would pour you heavier drinks and he ended up offering you a job. You were slightly surprised when he offered since you had made it clear that you had no bartending experience whatsoever but he seemed to think that your people skills would suffice. Once the job as a nanny became too much to handle, you finally quit and ended up at the Whiskey one night sulking into a watered down vodka soda. The bartender brought up the offer once more and in your desperation, you agreed to take the job. You were incredibly nervous and anxious about starting a new venture with a totally different skill set than what you were used to but you needed the money it could provide. Your first night was an absolute shit show, you could barely remember what drinks people had yelled at you and where the house vodka was located and then what drinks got which garnish. You were almost in tears by the end of the busy night but when you were handed the cash you had made, the tears were merely an inconvenience at the time. And so, the Whiskey became your home over the next few months as you learned the ropes. You became used to using your memory to take orders and you learned the bar setup fairly quickly. You also enjoyed music, it was a huge passion, so getting to see bands for free was a huge plus as well.

You walked in for your shift tonight and it felt like any other night might feel. The stage was being set up as you walked into the large room and saw roadies setting up amps and various wires around the stage. Your coworkers were bringing in large kegs and cases of beer, as well as several liquor bottles to stock up the bar for the night. One was cutting fruit and glanced up to see you, greeting you like she always did. Everyone was exchanging pleasantries while beginning to prepare for what could be a very busy night at work.

“Hey! Who’s on tonight?” You called out to your boss, who was giving a walk through of the place to what seemed like a manager or agent for someone. He had on a suit and expensive sunglasses, even was sporting a gold chain under the lapel of his shirt.

“London,” He replied, picking up a small piece of trash on the floor leftover from last night. You gave an apologetic look as he tossed it into a trash can behind the bar. You must have missed it while sweeping last night.

“They any good?” You asked once more, hoping it was a band that someone had heard of and not one of those bands that had a great deal of ambition and heart but none of the talent required to keep an audience engaged. Your boss shrugged and continued doing his walk through, he’d always been a man of few words as long as you’d known him.

The night started out slow, the few opening bands didn’t have much of a reputation so the crowd of people that were typically there by this time, were nowhere to be found. You looked up the ceiling and hoped for a moment that a deluge of people would come pouring in through the doors to give you all of the tips you needed. When it seemed like your request was denied, you let your coworkers know you were stepping outside for your break. You really just wanted some fresh air and a few moments to collect your thoughts just in case it did become busy later on in the night. The night air felt cool and there was a slight breeze that made the tiny baby hairs on your head blow over your face. You found a small place against a wall outside to lean against and you closed your eyes for a second, allowing yourself to have some peace.The sounds of the busy L.A. strip filled your ears. There were people talking and even yelling at each other drunkenly, a bottle was smashed, some cars seemed to be racing from the roar of the engines, and then you overheard someone being scolded not far off. You looked from the side of the building to the front where the noise seemed to be coming from.

A lanky and tall boy with long brown shaggy hair was arguing with one of your favorite bouncers. This happened often and it was typically due to the customer being underage. The Whiskey wasn’t too fond of kids hanging around with only a small number of exceptions, so the bouncers were super strict when checking IDs. You couldn’t really make out what they were saying but could only see the boys eyes getting wide and he was gesturing with his hands. The bouncer seemed to be allowing him to let all of his angry energy out and just sat there with his muscular arms crossed. Getting curious, you began to walk over toward the two of them and possibly amend the situation or at least diffuse it.

“Dude, I bought these tickets weeks ago, just fucking let me in.” He groaned and shifted his weight around on his feet quickly like he couldn’t sit still.

“I’m well aware, you’ve told me twenty times.” The bouncer, Greg, still had his arms in place and was guarding the door like some sort of ancient troll at a bridge. You knew he wouldn’t budge, especially for an underage kid who no one recognized.

“What’s going on?” You looked at Greg to hear his side of the story.

“This kid bought tickets to see...London? Yeah, London, tonight but little buddy’s underage.” Greg rolled his eyes, already checked out of the entire situation.

“I love London and I bought these weeks ago, it didn’t say shit about an age limit. People my age are the backbone of these audiences and if you don’t let them get into show then how do you -” He trailed off with his sentence when Greg simply got up out of his chair and took two steps closer to him. They were similar in height but the gangly boy had nothing on Greg who mostly muscle mass. You swore for a second he must have gulped when Greg got even closer and just stared at him.

“Hey! You know what,” You interrupted the beef with a cheerful tone, “I’m on break so Greg, I’ll kindly escort this gentleman out.” You grabbed his skinny arm that was clad with a leather jacket and immediately got him out of there. Something told you this boy would not be able to hold his own and that he didn’t need to go home with cuts and bruises for pissing Greg off.

“Are you dumb?” You let go of his arm and glanced back to see if Greg had cooled down at all. Greg was a great bouncer, but he could get rough if someone challenged him enough.

“Nope, just dedicated.” The two of you turned a corner and were now behind the building, out of sight.

“You must really like this band.” You chuckled a little bit at the grin on this boy’s face. He had to have been fresh out of high school, he seemed so naive and child like in his actions.

He nodded and took a cigarette out of his jacket on the inside. “Yeah, I really do.” He said and raised his eyebrows slightly, taking the cigarette between his teeth and lighting it. He gestured the cigarette toward you and you shook your head, looking down and tucking some hair behind your ear. He continued to puff and look around at the backside of the buildings next to you. You were in a small space behind the stage door, where everyone usually came to smoke. It was vacant now and you assumed it must be getting busier in there now. You had an idea come to mind when you rescued the boy from Greg and you planned to carry this out.

“I’ve got to get back inside but...” you shuffled around and hesitated slightly before saying, “I can get you in. Just stay away from the door until Greg gets off in an hour.”

“Are you serious?” He was looking at you now, eyeing you up and down it seemed like. You nodded and gave him a small smile, letting him know it was okay.

“You are seriously the best!” He came over to you and hugged you, but he caught you off guard. You leaned awkwardly into him, your arms still at your sides as he tried to bear hug you. He felt your stiffened body and quickly pulled away. “Shit, sorry,” he rubbed the back of his head and grimaced slightly. You laughed a little, telling him it was fine and you just weren’t prepared.

“I’ve been told I’m a little much sometimes,” he said, still trying to contain his excitement.

“Is that so?” You laughed again and shuffled towards the door to signal to him you had to get going soon. You walked up to the stage door after he noticed you inch closer to the door. With a burst of confidence, you flung open the back stage door and gestured for him to walk inside. The music was making the walls shake and a smoky haze drifted outside.

“Thank you so much again,” He stopped at the entrance and put his hand on your shoulder. You nodded and said no problem, following after him into the club. You hoped he would stay out of trouble since you were practically risking your job for him, if Greg so much as saw the back of his shaggy head he would be done for.

The night carried on a little further and business seemed to be picking up. More people were crowding at the bar, a lot of them coming to your section and sitting for awhile or just grabbing a quick drink and heading back to the floor in front of the stage. You didn’t know how many beers you must’ve used out of the cooler or how many empty tequila bottles you had tossed, but you knew by the volume of people coming in and out that it must have been a lot. London was about to come on stage and everyone seemed to gather more and seem larger in number when they were announced. They must have been a pretty popular band around if they had attracted as many people that were in the Whiskey right now. Your hands became busier and your thoughts wandered as you slung drinks like crazy. You had hoped that boy was enjoying the show and that your risk had paid off. You also were thinking about how great a hot bath was going to be after this.

Two more guys appeared in front of you at the bar, one was very handsome and striking while the other was turned around and you couldn’t get a good look at his face. The handsome one winked at you and yelled across the bar top, “Two Budweiser’s please and your phone number.” You smiled back to be polite but you would rather give your number out to people you had had a conversation with or had gotten to know for a little bit.

You reached into the cooler and grabbed two beers, popping the top off with your bottle opener. You set them in front of the two gentlemen, the other had turned around and you saw he was quite good looking as well.

“And the phone number?” The man interrupted your thought process.

“Oh I’m sorry, I don’t uh...I don’t,” You stammered, not sure how to get out of this one.

“Surely you have one,” he leaned in closer and his brow was furrowed, seemingly frustrated.

“No I uh...I...” you couldn’t seem to shake the all of a sudden stutter that was hindering your response. His fist clenched and you began to grow a little anxious at his reaction.

“Is this guy bothering you?” A familiar, but also different voice entered the conversation. You looked over and it was the shaggy haired boy again, staring the guy down at the bar. He glanced over to you and you tried to give him a pleading look to make the guy go away, just get his drink and leave.

“Well, um,” You said, looking back and forth between the two of them for a second.

“I think you should just leave, dude.” The boy with shaggy hair defended you finally. You pretended to be cleaning something on one of the coolers below you, avoiding eye contact with everyone now.

“I just asked for her number, calm down,” the handsome man rolled his eyes as he said this. The boy in the leather jacket was growing even more irritated with him at this point. He stepped closer to the handsome men at the bar and kept intense eye contact the whole time. Not only was it a relief he was saving you, but he looked pretty good while doing it.

“She clearly doesn’t wanna give it to you, so fuck off.” He said, and finally slid his jacket off. He set it on the bar in front of you and stayed there standing his ground

“Are we going to have a problem?” The handsome man asked, and now people were starting to take notice and look at the situation happening. You could cut the tension between the two of them with a knife and you feared a fight would ensue any moment. Before you could even turn around to a coworker and get some help, Greg was between them now telling them to settle. You prayed Greg wouldn’t recognize the tall, skinny boy and kick him out as you had feared previously. Greg seemed more focused on the handsome man at the bar, perhaps sensing more hostility from him. After he escorted the handsome man out, the shaggy haired boy seemed to have won and he stood there giving you a smile as you cleaned up more of your area. When the situation diffused, you walked over to him at the bar top.

“Thank you so much, you didn’t have to,” You said, tucking a hair behind your ear once more. He made you nervous, he liked to look at you and with an intensity behind his eyes when he did.

“Hey, no problem.” He made a gesture with his hands as if to say so. You reached into the cooler, grabbed a beer and popped the top, sliding it across the bar top to the boy. He looked at it trepidatiously and took it in his hands after staring for a moment.

“I won’t say anything if you don’t,” you whispered across to him and smiled. You knew he was probably hesitant because of the club rules, and he had just come face to face with the bouncer again, who apparently didn’t recognize him.

“Thanks,” He did a cheers notion into the air and took a sip, glancing at the label. He smiled at you again and you smiled back, thankful that at least one guy tonight wasn’t being a total jerk.

“You wanna grab some food after you get off?” He asked, taking a few more sips of his beer.

“I’d love that but...” you trailed off. He looked at you inquisitively.

“I don’t even know your name.” You said to him, realizing that he had never addressed himself even when you were outside before.

“Oh shit, hey, I’m uh - I’m Tommy,” he seemed to almost bounce up and down with excitement when he talked and it made you giggle to yourself.

“Well, I’m Y/N.” You extended your hand towards him and he took it, shaking your hand gently and staring into your eyes.

“Well then Tommy, give me an hour or two and I’m all yours.” You grinned, and he did the same back to you in victory.

(Alright I already have a part two written and a part three started, just wanted to get a feel for what you guys think of this so far!)

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