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Chapter 32 Episode Script

Narrator: Welcome back to Love Island! If you can hear me crying, it's because I'm still not over it… Kobi and Juliet, gone? Why, cruel world, why?! I need to pull myself together! I can do this! This time, [your partner] wakes up with more than she bargained for...

Player: What do we have here?

Narrator: Youcef whispers sweet nothings in my ear...

Youcef: Wall to wall. One massive bed.

Narrator: And Will fesses up...

Will: You name it, I've tried it.

Narrator: Step right up folks! We're going in!

{alternate 1}

Narration: A clattering sound makes your sleep-ridden eyes spring open. You see [your partner] with a tray in their hands and sit up. [your partner] carefully lowers themself down onto the daybed beside you.

[your partner]: Morning, sleepyhead.

Player (thinking): What should I say?

CHOICE: Morning, babe

CHOICE: That's Ms Sleepyhead to you

[your partner]: Terribly sorry, Ms Sleepyhead. Please forgive me.

Player: Hmm... OK. Since you brought breakfast.

CHOICE: Am I dreaming?

[your partner]: No. But that's a compliment I'll happily accept.

{alternate 2}

Narration: You wake up to the sound of someone whispering at you...

[your partner]: Morning, sleepyhead.

Narration: Before you can say anything, [your partner] touches their finger to their lips.

[your partner]: Shh... Everyone's asleep. Follow me.

Narration: Silently, you stumble out of bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes. You follow [your partner] outside to the daybeds. There's a tray of food laid out on the daybed for you.

[your partner]: Breakfast time.

Player: Aww, this is so sweet!

Narration: [your partner] sits up on the bed and pats the spot beside them. You hop up beside [your partner].

Narration: [your partner] grins widely at you.

Player: What do we have here?

Narration: You gesture to the tray of food which is covered by a tea towel.

{if Will}

Will: Sweet potato toast.

Player: What now?

Narration: Will laughs and uncovers the tray.

Will: It's toast, but instead of bread, it's slices of sweet potato. I did a few different toppings for you because I wasn't sure what you like.

Narration: You scan the plates. There are three sweet potato slices. One is covered with avocado and tomatoes, another with hummus, oil, and chickpeas. A third slice is covered in strawberries and a cream cheese style spread.

Will: We didn't have any vegan cream cheese so I made some with cashews, soya yoghurt, and a dash of lemon.

{if Najuma}

Najuma: An acai smoothie bowl. Like the one I made you before.

Narration: Najuma smiles at you warmly.

Najuma: It's important for me to start the day right, so I'm a bit of a creature of habit.

Narration: You look down to see she’s arranged the berries and seeds into a heart-shaped ripple.

{if Najuma, but never coupled prior}

Najuma: It's an acai berry smoothie bowl with flax and chia seeds.

Narration: Najuma smiles at you shyly.

Najuma: My favourite way to start the day.

{if Bruno}

Bruno: Now prepare yourself, because you're really in for a treat. So, you've had toast à la Bruno… But this time you get...

Narration: He pulls away the tea towel with a flick of his wrist.

Bruno: Oats à la Bruno.

Player: Bruno! You make porridge every single day.

Bruno: Yes, for myself. Making porridge for someone else? That's special.

{if Bruno, but never coupled prior}

Bruno: Voilà. Toast à la Bruno. And porridge for me.

Player: Wow, you really went all out didn't you?

Bruno: Hey, I'll have you know toast is the food of royalty.

Player: Oh yeah?

Bruno: Yeah, it's a mark of being well bread...

Player: Oh, Bruno…

{if Tom}

Tom: Well, I felt bad about not being able to make you anything nice last time… So the other day I asked Youcef to teach me to make something easy. So here it is.

Narration: Tom uncovers the tray.

Tom: I couldn't get the sizes very even but I think they'll taste nice.

Narration: On the main plate there's a stack of awkwardly shaped pancakes of varying thickness. On a side plate there's a half a grapefruit, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of hot chocolate.

{if Tom, but never coupled prior}

Tom: Well... This was the only thing I could think of...

Narration: Tom removes the tea towel uncovering two slices of toast cut into wonky heart shapes.

Tom: Having a cook meant I never really got to learn any cooking myself. Mum only ever let me near the toaster.

{if James}

James: Well, last time you got my famed avo-bagel.

Narration: James leans down and plants a kiss on your nose.

James: So I thought it was time for you to graduate to something a little more serious. Bake and saltfish. Just like Mum used to make it.

James: Well, a fish-free version of it.

{if James, but never coupled prior}

James: Crushed avocado on a seeded bagel. With some heat on the side, in case you can't handle it.

Narration: James winks at you.

Player: It looks delicious! Thanks, [your partner].

Narration: You both tuck into your breakfasts, enjoying the quiet of the daybeds in the morning. [your partner] turns towards you eagerly.

[your partner]: How is it?

Player (thinking): How's the breakfast?

CHOICE: Delicious

Player: So good I want to eat it all over again.

Narration: [your partner] beams at you.

CHOICE: Not bad for an amateur

[your partner]: Hey! I'm no amateur.

Player: Prove it.

CHOICE: Not bad for an amateur {Tom}

Tom: That's fair...

Player: Maybe if we do this again sometime you'll reach pro status...

CHOICE: It's... the thought that counts

Narration: You try to suppress the grimace, but [your partner] catches it.

[your partner]: Oh no, I'm sorry.

Narration: You both start to laugh.

Player: Maybe we'll just have to try again next time...

[your partner]: That can be arranged...

Narration: All of a sudden you hear a rush of footsteps and raucous voices.

Thabi: There you are!

Narration: Thabi, Angie, and Cora hop onto the daybed. All the other Islanders follow.

{if intimacy module}

[your partner]: Don't sit there!

Narration: The group turns to you both.

Player: We spilled some.... juice.

[your partner]: Apple juice!

Narration: Giggles break out.

Youcef: I told you they'd skulked off for some alone time.

Narration: Youcef winks at you.

Youcef: I have a sixth sense for these things, you know.

Bruno: A sixth sense, or a sexth sense...?

Narration: The group collectively groans.

Bruno: Not my best work, I'll admit, but it's not that bad!

Valentina: OK, OK. I think we've publicly shamed Bruno enough.

Tom: Do you really have a sixth sense?

Narration: Youcef turns to Tom, who's staring at him in awe.

Youcef: Guess you will just have to wait and see.

Valentina: OK, OK. Enough teasing, Youcef.

Narration: You all laugh. Everyone is sitting roughly in their couples. Some are closer than others… You see Thabi and Tom/Bruno's hands lightly touching.

Najuma: This reminds me of uni. Everyone all piled on a bed. No concept of personal space.

Thabi: Yes!

Tom: I had my own flat through uni, but I did board in school.

Angie: That's definitely not the same thing.

Thabi: It's close enough!

Youcef: Psh. Uni is nothing to personal space. You all would never survive the world of fashion. I once attended an afterparty that took place in a hotel room that was entirely made out of a bed. Wall to wall. One massive bed. Sixty people slept there in Dufy suits and gowns.

Player (thinking): That's…

CHOICE: ... tragic

Player: Did the gowns survive?

Youcef: A few. But there are creases that even a steamer cannot remove...

Narration: He hangs his head in silence.

CHOICE: ... my kind of party

Player: Hit me up next time.

Youcef: But of course.

CHOICE: ... going too far

Player: Even all of us sleeping in a room together is a bit much.

Thabi: But it's like a sleepover!

Narration: A few separate conversations break out. The sound of your voice is eclipsed by Valentina blowing a thunderous raspberry on Youcef's stomach.

Youcef: See?! Told you. I'm immune.

Narration: You both rise and make your way back to the day beds. You notice Angie getting up and walking back into the Villa on her own.

Player (thinking): What's up with Angie...?

Player: Back in a sec, guys.

Narration: You get up and follow Angie into the Villa, entering the dressing room behind her.

Insert Angie Friendship Module **

Narration: You take Angie's hand and make your way back outside together. Nobody has budged, except for Tom and Bruno who have fallen asleep.

Narration: A text sounds. Bruno springs into action.

Bruno: Text!

Narrator: Islanders, today you will hold a talent show. Each of you will give a special performance, the contestant who earns the most applause will be crowned the winner.

Narrator: Everyone starts talking all at once. There's a buzz of excitement in the air.

Cora: A talent show! Yay!

Thabi: Ooh, I'm so excited!

[your partner]: What will your talent be?

Player (thinking): Hmm... What's my most impressive skill? Or I could pick the thing I'll have the most fun with… What do I want to do in the talent show?

CHOICE: Sing

Player: I'm going to sing!

[your partner]: Good choice. You've got a lovely voice.

Player: Have you ever even heard me sing?

[your partner]: No, but you've got a nice talking voice. Anyway. I can't wait to hear.

CHOICE: Juggle

Player: I'm going to juggle!

[your partner]: I never knew could juggle!

Player: I've got many a hidden talent.

[your partner]: Well, I can't wait to see.

CHOICE: Do a sexy chair dance

Player: I'm going to do a sexy chair dance.

[your partner]: Ooh, good choice. Can't wait to see.

Narration: Everyone scatters to go and practise their talents.

Player (thinking): Time to practise! But first, who should I check up on? Who should I go see first?

CHOICE: Kitchen (Tom, Valentina, and Youcef)

CHOICE: Pool (Cora, Bruno, and Najuma)

CHOICE: Lounges (Will and James)

CHOICE: Done

CHOICE: Kitchen (Tom, Valentina, and Youcef)

Narration: You enter the kitchen and find it utterly chaotic. Valentina is surrounded by glasses and a random assortment of ingredients. Youcef is staring into the fridge, mumbling to himself. On first glance Tom is nowhere to be seen, but you can hear his voice.

Player (thinking): How should I enter the room?

CHOICE: Flamboyantly

Narration: You pirouette into the room, finishing with jazz hands. Valentina looks over at you and smiles, before turning back to her prep.

CHOICE: Meekly

Narration: You quietly walk into the room, with your gaze pointed at the floor. Nobody seems to have noticed your entrance.

CHOICE: Sexily

Narration: You saunter into the room, letting your hips do the talking. Youcef pulls his attention away from the fridge to watch you enter and smiles. Then he goes back to staring into the fridge and mumbling.

Valentina: Youcef, stop muttering into the void. You're creeping me out.

Narration: Youcef throws his hands up but doesn't stop mumbling.

Youcef: Chut...

Tom: Pardon me. Youcef? Youcef?

Narration: You peer around Youcef to find the source of the muffled speech. Tom is halfway inside a kitchen cupboard, with only his bum and legs poking out. Youcef is standing in his way, staring into one of the higher cupboards.

Player: Looks like Youcef is too engrossed in his meal planning to notice Tom...

Narration: Tom slowly backs out of the cupboard, carrying bunch of pots and pots, bumping into Youcef's legs and almost tripping him up.

Youcef: Nooo! You made me forget!

Tom: I was just trying to get out!

Narration: Tom surrounds himself with pots, pans, glasses and various other kitchen equipment.

Player (thinking): Tom…

CHOICE: ... what are you doing?

Tom: I'm getting my instrument set up!

CHOICE: ... I didn't know you were a drummer

Narration: Tom blushes faintly.

Tom: I'm not really, but I can do this!

CHOICE: ... you missed a glass at the back of the cupboard

Tom: Really? I thought I got them all!

Narration: Valentina laughs.

Player: I'm only messing with you.

Tom: Oh, OK.

Narration: He then starts to tap each item, first with a small spoon, then a chopstick, and finally, his fingertips. Valentina bobs along to the rhythm, getting progressively more into it. Valentina laughs, then turns on Tom.

Valentina: Tom, do you seriously need every single saucepan?

Valentina: How am I supposed to make my famous Chinese -spice honey syrup without a pot?

Tom: But I need them all.

Youcef: Yes, I need one too. Just give me that one there.

Tom: But that makes the perfect ding!

Youcef: OK, then give me that one.

Tom: That one makes such a nice thwack!

Player (thinking): This has gone on long enough. I'm going to…

CHOICE: ... step in and mediate

Player: OK, listen up.

Narration: Everyone turns towards you.

Player: There is a calm and rational way to solve this and I am going to help. Tom, you have to learn to share. Pick out your three least favourite pots.

Narration: Tom looks at you, pained.

Player: I'm waiting.

Narration: Tom stares at his pots and tests them out several times, seriously deliberating the choice.

Tom: They can have these three.

Narration: He reluctantly hands over three pans. One to Valentina, and two to Youcef.

Valentina: Thank you, Tom.

Youcef: Yes, and thank you, Player. We would have been arguing about this all day.

CHOICE: ... watch and see what happens

Narration: You fold your arms and lean back on the counter, observing the argument.

Valentina: Tom. Be reasonable.

Tom: All is fair in love and art.

Youcef: What a wise thing you just said, Tom. I will have to remember that one.

Narration: Valentina sighs.

Valentina: Youcef, it's a phrase. And he butchered it! Oh for goodness' sake.

Narration: Valentina makes a grab for one of the pans. Youcef catches on and grabs two for himself.

Tom: No! Those were my favourites!

Valentina: Tough!

CHOICE: ... cause more chaos

Narration: You swoop in and take as many pans as you can carry, racing around the kitchen island away from everyone.

Player: They're all mine now!

Narration: You do your best evil villain cackle. Tom, Youcef, and Valentina all look at one another and nod.

Valentina: Player, you have until I count to three to relinquish those pans, or we'll have to take them by force. One… Two...

Player (thinking): Do I dare wait until Valentina counts to three?

CHOICE: No surrender!

Valentina: Three!

Narration: All three of them lunge towards you. You're backed into the corner with nowhere to go. They pull at the pans in your hands, and the pans under your armpits start clashing to the ground. You're outnumbered and the fight is lost. You're left gripping one pot desperately. Youcef tuts at you.

CHOICE: OK, OK, I give up

Player: Fine...

Narration: You hand over all the pans. Youcef tuts at you.

CHOICE: This hasn't worked on me since I was a toddler

Valentina: Three!

Narration: The excitement gradually simmers down and all three resume their preparations. As you go to leave, Tom sidles over to you.

Tom: Hey. I heard you're doing singing in the talent show. Just wanted to let you know that I'd be happen to help you practise...

Player: You can sing?

Tom: No... But I'm good at vocal exercises! And I'd never turn down a chance to spend some more time with you...

Narration: He tugs at his fingers, shyly.

Tom: What do you say? Could you use me?

Player (thinking): Tom's offering to help me practise for the talent show. Might be a good way to get a leg up on the competition… and it would be a good chance to get to have some one-on-one time with Tom.

CHOICE (Premium): Please help me

Player: I'd love that! Thanks for offering.

Tom: No problem! Can't wait. I'll come find you later.

Narration: Tom goes back to his pot-banging. You turn to leave.

CHOICE: I don’t need help.

Narration: You turn to leave.

Player (thinking): Am I sure I don’t want any help?

CHOICE (Premium): Yeah, Tom can help me

Player: I'd love that! Thanks for offering.

Tom: No problem! Can't wait. I'll come find you later.

Narration: Tom goes back to his pot-banging. You turn to leave.

CHOICE: Nope, I’m fine by myself.

Player: I don't need any help. Thanks though!

Tom: No worries.

Narration: Tom goes back to his pot-banging.

Narration: On your way out you notice a few stray objects on the kitchen counter.

Player (thinking): Maybe I could use one of these objects in my juggling act…

Narration: There's a Turkish coffee pot, a lemon, and a ladle.

Player (thinking): Which object should I juggle?

CHOICE: Soup ladle

CHOICE: Lemon

CHOICE: Steak hammer

Narration: You slyly pinch the [juggling item 1] and leave the kitchen with it held behind your back.

CHOICE: Pool (Cora, Bruno, and Najuma)

Narration: As you cross the lawn, you hear music. Bruno and Najuma are flailing about rhythmically while Cora strums an acoustic guitar.

Cora: No, no, no. You two are completely off! Look, I'll count it for you. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.

Player (thinking): Cora's trying to keep the beat…

CHOICE: Help Cora count

Player: One, two, three. One, two, three.

Narration: Cora spins round to see you and winks. Bruno and Najuma's movements slowly start to sync up.

CHOICE: Clap along

Narration: You clap the beat each time Cora says ‘one'. Cora spins round to see you and winks. Bruno and Najuma's movements slowly start to sync up.

CHOICE: Shout random numbers

Player: Nine, five, twenty. Eight, two, four.

Narration: Cora spins round to see you and laughs.

{if coupled with Najuma}

Najuma: Oh hey!

Narration: Najuma catches sight of you mid-twirl. She motions for you to come over. When you get close enough, she takes your hand and beams at you.

Najuma: Missed you.

Cora: OK, lovebirds. That's enough of that.

{else}

Cora: Player. Spill the tea. How's the competition shaping up? Should I be worried?

Player (thinking): Cora wants to know about the other acts…

CHOICE: You should definitely be worried

Narration: Cora's brow furrows.

Cora: I knew it.

CHOICE: They don't stand a chance

Narration: Cora raises her fist into the air.

Cora: Yes! We've got it in the bag.

CHOICE: Not telling

Narration: Cora gawps at you.

Cora: Traitor!

Bruno: Never knew you were so competitive, mate. I'm a bit scared.

Cora: Good!

Najuma: How you getting on with your singing/juggling/dancing?

Player (thinking): Najuma is asking how my singing/juggling/dancing practice is coming along…

CHOICE: I've been procrastinating…

Bruno: Story of my life.

Player: Why do something now when you can do it later?

Bruno: Or better yet... never?

Narration: Cora stares at you both.

Cora: I'm very disappointed in you two.

CHOICE: Roll out the red carpet

Player: I'm a star.

Cora: Woo! Yes to that!

Narration: She high-fives you vigorously, leaving your hand stinging.

CHOICE: Who needs practice when they've got talent?

Player: Right?

Najuma: I love it.

Narration: Najuma laughs.

Najuma: I better get back to practising. I've missed music and dancing.

Najuma: Chat later, Player.

Player: Later!

Narration: Najuma moves a few metres away and resumes her fluid movements.

Player (thinking): So…

CHOICE: ... how are you both getting on?

Bruno: Bricking it, to be honest with you.

Narration: Cora laughs.

CHOICE: ... anyone else here super nervous?

Cora: Hey, I didn't have any say in the matter.

CHOICE: ... Cora, you're helping the competition?

Bruno: What's the point in being a human metronome if you won't use your powers for good?

Cora: You got me there.

Narration: Cora laughs.

Cora: Well, I'm excited to perform.

Bruno: Show off, you mean.

Cora: Hey, you. But I'm a bit scared that Tom's percussion will overpower my vocals.

Narration: At that moment, you hear a thundering noise coming from the kitchen.

Player: Yeah, that's a possibility...

Cora: Might have to improvise...

Narration: She trails off.

Cora: I told him to get some equipment and come right back, but he's been gone ages. I'm gonna go find him.

Narration: She races off to the kitchen. Bruno looks at you and smiles.

Bruno: Alone at last.

{if coupled}

Narration: He takes your hand in his and rubs your knuckles with his thumb. You smile back warmly and tighten your grip.

Player: I meant to ask you, actually. Why aren't you doing stand-up in this talent show? Seems only natural you would.

Narration: He laughs and rubs his head, averting his gaze.

Bruno: Well... You all know me as Bruno the stand-up guy. So I thought I'd try and show a different side of me. Besides...

Narration: He looks up at you and smirks.

Bruno: I've used up all my best material on you lot already.

Narration: You can't help but laugh.

{else}

Player: Well, good luck!

Bruno: Oh, by the way, I wanted to say… If you want some help practising your dance, I'd be happy to step in. I make a great chair. And it might get you a leg up on the competition...

Player (thinking): Bruno is offering to help me practise my chair dance…

CHOICE (Premium): That'd be great

Player: I'd love that! Thanks, Bruno.

Narration: Bruno beams at you.

Bruno: Pleasure is all mine. I'll come find you when I'm finished up here. Catch you later!

Narration: Bruno walks off to Najuma and resumes their dance practice.

CHOICE: No thanks

Player (thinking): This would be a good chance to spend some one-on-one time with Bruno… Am I sure I don't want Bruno's help?

CHOICE: Yes, help me

Player: I'd love that! Thanks, Bruno.

Narration: Bruno beams at you.

Bruno: Pleasure is all mine. I'll come find you when I'm finished up here. Catch you later!

Narration: Bruno walks off to Najuma and resumes their dance practice.

CHOICE: No help needed

Player: Thanks but no thanks. I'd rather it just be my, my chair, and I.

Bruno: Fair enough. Good luck then. Catch you later!

Narration: Bruno walks off to Najuma and resumes their dance practice.

Narration: As you're leaving you see a few items scattered about the lawn. There's a guitar tuner, a sweaty towel, and a single plectrum.

Player (thinking): I could use one of these items in my juggling act! Which object should I juggle?

CHOICE: Plectrum

CHOICE: Guitar tuner

CHOICE: Sweaty towel

Player (thinking): This will do the trick!

Narration: You pick up the [juggling item 3] and carry it away with you.

CHOICE: Lounges (Will and James)

Narration: You approach the pool. James is standing by the edge, his body damp with sweat. Before you can get his attention, you see Will drag himself out of the pool. Water drips all down his body, his hair soaking wet. He shakes his head to shed some of the excess water.

Narration: They both have a big smile for you.

{alternate 1}

Will: Hey there...

Player: Fancy seeing you here.

Narration: James clears his throat and waves at you awkwardly from the sidelines.

Player: Hey James.

James: Hey, Player.

{alternate 2}

James: Hey gorgeous...

Player: Hey babe.

{alternate 3}

Narration: Will clears his throat.

Will: Hey, Player

Player: Hey Will.

James: We're practising our gymnastics.

Will: Acrobatics.

Narration: They both smile.

James: We can't agree on what it actually is that we're doing.

Will: So I suggested calling it gymnorobics.

Player (thinking): James and Will are doing gymnorobics…

CHOICE: Very catchy

Player: Did you think of that all by yourselves?

Narration: James goes shy. Will smirks.

James: Yeah... Glad you like it.

CHOICE: That sounds made up

Will: Well, it is.

James: But so is every word!

Player: Touché.

Narration: You all laugh.

CHOICE: You should spend less time naming...

Player: And more time practising.

Will: I'm wounded.

James: Cold as ice.

Narration: You all laugh.

Player: So, one more time… How is throwing each other in the pool a talent?

Will: That is a fair question.

James: We've been practising our lifts. Me, lifting Will, that is.

Will: And I thought falling into the pool might trump falling on the ground… No spongey mats here in the Villa, unfortunately.

Player: Do you do this stuff outside the Villa?

Will: Yeah, I'm a big fan of anything that involves strength and flexibility. Yoga, calisthenics, barre. You name it, I've tried it.

Player (thinking): That's…

CHOICE: ... impressive

Player: Flexibility and agility is key.

Will: You like that, eh?

Narration: James looks extremely uncomfortable.

CHOICE: ... exactly how I feel

Will: Thanks...

Narration: James looks confused...

Will: That's me.

CHOICE: ... hot

Player: And not all of them as safe for work...

Narration: Will winks at you.

Will: Write them down so you don't forget...

Narration: James looks extremely uncomfortable.

CHOICE: ... giving me all sorts of ideas

Narration: Will smiles at you and pushes a strand of hair out of his face.

James: Yeah... I'm definitely not as flexible as Will here. I've always been active. Y'know, cycling, running, rock climbing. But ever since last year I've been really trying to work on my flexibility.

Player: What happened last year?

James: Oh, uh. I just realised that I could run a half marathon, but couldn't touch my toes. Seemed like a sign to shake things up.

Narration: James laughs. Will elbows him.

Will: Let's get a bit more practice in.

Player (thinking): James and Will need to practise their gymnorobics… What should I do?

CHOICE: Join in

Player: Mind if I join you guys for a bit? Wouldn't mind a bit of exercise myself.

James: Sure!

Will: Yeah, I could do with not being the liftee for a while. No offence, James.

James: None taken. So who do you want to do the lifts with?

Player (thinking): Who should lift me?

CHOICE: James

Player: James! Lift me, lift me!

Narration: A big smile spreads across James' face.

James: Sure thing.

Narration: He gets into position, squaring himself off, making sure his feet are firmly planted. He gives you the nod. You run at him and leap into the air… He catches you in his strong hands. You tense your core muscles, holding yourself elegantly, eyes closed. You feel the strength of his grip as his fingers press into your hips. Slowly you are lowered back to earth, beaming at one another.

Player: Nice one!

CHOICE: James {if coupled with Will}

Narration: Will’s face is unreadable. James shifts uncomfortably.

James: Sure.

Player: Nice one!

CHOICE: Will

Player: Will! Lift me, lift me!

Narration: A big cheeky smile spreads across Will's face.

Will: Whatever you say.

Player: Nice one!

CHOICE: Will {if coupled with James}

Narration: James' face falls slightly. Will looks surprised.

Will: OK. I will.

Player: Nice one!

CHOICE: I want to lift one of you guys!

Narration: The boys look at each other.

Will: I mean, if you can, I'm game.

James: Yeah, same. Just don't want you to hurt yourself.

Player: A volunteer please.

Narration: James and Will share another look.

Will: What's one more lift, eh?

Narration: Will approaches you and smiles.

Will: One volunteer. Just like you ordered.

Narration: You get into position a few feet away from Will, squaring your hips. You make extra sure your feet are firmly planted and your core is engaged. Then you give Will the nod. Will speeds towards you and leaps into the air without hesitation… You catch him by the hips. His hip bones push into your palms, his body tense. Your hold your position, feeling your muscles shake. Then you lower him gracefully to the ground. Both of the boys beam at you.

James: Wow! Player! That was beautiful!

Will: Yeah, I felt very safe up there. Nice one.

CHOICE: Just watch

Player: Mind if I spectate? I promise I won't throw rotten fruit if you're bad.

Will: Well, as long as you keep your promise...

James: I don't mind.

Narration: You sit cross-legged on the grass and watch them go. James stands at the edge of the pool, squaring his hips, firmly planting his feet. You see his stomach tensing as he engages his core. Will exhales and runs at him, leaping into the air… It's a good catch. James holds Will high in the air by the hips. Will's body is strong and agile. He looks like he's flying. You applaud. When James puts him down, Will is smiling breathlessly. The two of them start to laugh.

CHOICE: Sabotage them

Player: Hey, guys. I've know this really great exercise that I think will help.

James: Oh yeah?

Will: Lay it on us.

Narration: You lead them both to the edge of the pool, facing towards the water. A mischievous look comes over your face.

Player: Now close your eyes.

Narration: They do so. With one firm thrust with each hand, you push them both into the pool. They look shocked as they emerge from the water. You can't hold back your laughter.

Player: Your expressions! Priceless!

Narration: They join in your laughter and pull themselves out of the pool.

Player: Well, I'll leave you to it!

Narration: As you turn to leave, James catches up with you.

James: Hey, wait up. I almost forgot. If you need a hand with your juggling practise, give me a shout. : I'd be happy to give you a leg up on the competition.

Player: You juggle?

James: Any good bartender can juggle. What do you say?

Player (thinking): Should I let James help me with my juggling practise?

CHOICE (Premium): Yes please

Player: I'd love that! Thanks James.

Narration: James grins at you.

James: My pleasure. Seeya later.

Narration: He jogs back to Will.

CHOICE: I don't need help

Player (thinking): This would be a good chance for some one-on-one time with James… Am I sure I don't want his help practising?

CHOICE (Premium): Help me, please

Player: I'd love that! Thanks James.

Narration: James grins at you.

James: My pleasure. Seeya later.

Narration: He jogs back to Will.

CHOICE: Nope, no help

Player: I appreciate that, but I got this.

Narration: James smiles.

James: No worries. See ya later.

Narration: As you walk away you see a few objects strewn on the grass. There's a water bottle, sun cream, and a foam roller.

Player (thinking): I could use one of these objects in my juggling act… Which object should I juggle?

CHOICE: Water bottle

CHOICE: Sun cream

CHOICE: Foam roller

Player (thinking): Perfect!

Narration: You pick up [juggling item 2] and take it with you.

CHOICE: Done

{Premium Choice Singing}

Narration: You sit on a sun lounger, running through your performance mentally, as you wait for your coach to arrive. Eventually, Tom emerges.

Player: There you are.

Tom: There you are.

Player: I've been here ages!

Tom: I... forgot where we were meeting.

Narration: He laughs apologetically.

Player: So, remind me why I'm taking singing tips from you? You said you're not much of a singer.

Tom: I'm not. But I did take piano lessons all through school. Mum thought it was a good hobby for me to have. I liked it, apart from the exams… Anyway, once my school found out I could play piano, they roped me into the school choir. Which meant leading a lot of vocal warm-ups.

Player (thinking): What should I say?

CHOICE: That's impressive

Tom: Well, thank you.

CHOICE: I would never have guessed

Tom: Guess there's more to me than meets the eye...

CHOICE: How do I know you're not all bark and no bite?

Tom: Stick around and find out.

Tom: I'll show you my technique first, then you can show me what you've got. Sound good?

Player: Sounds good to me.

Narration: Tom gets himself all set up, laying all the pots and pans out around him in order of size. He proceeds to ding a small pot, then a large pot, then the small one again. Then he sings ‘la' to the tune of the first sound, sliding his a' up to the highest sound, and back down again. His voice is resonant, warm, and unwavering.

Tom: You have to it slowly to make sure you get every note.

Narration: He repeats the process starting and ending at different notes, all one octave apart.

Tom: Like that. See?

Narration: You can hear his vocal cords loosening and warming up as the sounds grows more confident and consistent. When he's finished, he looks at you to gauge your reaction.

Player (thinking): How should I react to Tom's performance?

CHOICE: Praise him

Player: Tom, that was very impressive. I didn't know you had it in you!

Narration: He smiles and shakes his head.

CHOICE: Put on your best poker face

Narration: You say nothing and put on your best straight face, betraying no emotions. Tom frowns at you quizzically.

CHOICE: Flirt with him

Player: You look really sexy when you do that...

Narration: He grins back at you, cheekily. He clears his throat.

Tom: Your turn.

Narration: You repeat Tom’s performance as best as you can, but feel yourself faltering.

Player (thinking): This is harder than it looks...

Tom: Here, let me...

Narration: Tom moves closer to you and places one hand on your back and another on your stomach.

Tom: You need to breathe deeper. Imagine you're expanding your lungs in every direction…

Narration: You take a deep breath, feeling Tom's hands move up as your lungs expand. As you exhale you sing the next note.

Tom: Perfect.

Narration: Tom is inches away from you. You can feel his breath on your skin...

Youcef: Do not let me disturb you...

Narration: You spring apart.

Tom: Youcef?! Where did you come from?

Player: Well, my soul just left my body.

Narration: Youcef chuckles and flops down on a sun lounger.

Tom: I better get back to practising.

Player: Same. Thanks for your help.

Tom: My pleasure...

Narration: You both walk off in opposite directions.

{Premium Choice Juggling}

Narration: You sit on a sun lounger, running through your performance mentally, as you wait for your coach to arrive. Eventually James emerges.

Player: There you are. I've been here ages!

James: I... forgot where we were meeting.

Narration: He laughs apologetically.

James: Well, I'm here now.

Player: So, remind me why I'm taking juggling tips from you? I didn't know you moonlighted in the circus.

James: Nope, you're right about that. It's just a skill you pick up on the job as a bartender. After fifty bridesmaids ask you to make their cocktail ‘more sexily'... Well, you give the ladies what they want. And that's basically a juggling act.

Player (thinking): What should I say?

CHOICE: That's impressive

James: Well, thank you.

CHOICE: I would never have guessed

James: Guess there’s more to me than meets the eye…

CHOICE: How do I know you're not all bark and no bite?

James: Stick around and find out...

James: I'll show you my technique first, then you can show me what you've got. Sound good?

Player: Sounds good to me.

James: So, what are we juggling?

Narration: You hand James the objects you've collected from around the Villa.

James: A [juggling item 1], a [juggling item 2], and a [juggling item 3]...?

Narration: He looks at you and laughs.

James: Well, alright then!

Narration: James stands straight, maintaining his posture, while he carefully arranges the objects in his hands. Tentatively at first, he throws the objects in the air and begins juggling them. As he's getting warmed up, he almost misses the [juggling item 2], but saves it just in time.

James: Whoops. You don't want to do that.

Narration: After a few rounds, he finds his rhythm, and the throws and catches seem more confident and self-assured. The objects soar higher and higher into the sky… He catches them all with a flourish.

Player (thinking): How should I react to James' performance?

CHOICE: Praise him

Player: James, that was very impressive. I didn't know you had it in you!

Narration: He smiles and shakes his head.

CHOICE: Put on your best poker face

Narration: You say nothing and put on your best straight face, betraying no emotions. James frowns at you quizzically.

CHOICE: Flirt with him {if coupled}

Player: You look really sexy when you do that...

Narration: He grins back at you, cheekily.

James: Thanks, babe.

CHOICE: Flirt with him

Narration: James looks at you, obviously taken off guard.

James: Thanks… I bet you'll look better though...

Narration: He clears his throat.

James: Your turn.

Narration: You repeat James’ performance as best as you can, but feel yourself faltering.

Player (thinking): This is harder than it looks...

James: Here, let me...

Narration: James moves closer to you and places one hand on your back and another on your stomach.

James: You need to keep your posture straight, and your core engaged. It helps keep you steady.

Narration: His hands remain where they are, reminding you of how to hold yourself. As you start juggling again, the rhythm is a little easier to maintain. James is inches away from you. You can feel his breath on your skin...

Youcef: Do not let me disturb you...

Narration: You spring apart.

James: Youcef?! Where did you come from?

Player: Well, my soul just left my body.

Narration: Youcef chuckles and flops down on a sun lounger.

James: I better get back to practising.

Player: Same. Thanks for your help.

James: My pleasure...

Narration: You both walk off in opposite directions.

{Premium Choice Chair Dance}

Narration: You sit on a sun lounger, running through your performance mentally, as you wait for your coach to arrive. Eventually he emerges.

Player: There you are.

Bruno: There you are.

Player: I've been here ages!

Bruno: I... forgot where we were meeting.

Narration: He laughs apologetically.

Bruno: Well, I'm here now.

Player: So, remind me why I'm taking chair dancing tips from you? And why have you never given us a demonstration before?

Narration: Bruno laughs.

Bruno: Cheeky. Well, I've always been into dancing, really. Starting with watching that celebrity dance competition with Mum. And as for chair dancing. Well… I first saw a lad doing one in this crappy bachelorette style movie, and I thought… What a legend! Then I saw all those online chair dance tutorials and thought I may as well give it a go myself!

Player (thinking): What should I say?

CHOICE: That's impressive

Bruno: Well, thank you.

CHOICE: I would never have guessed

Bruno: Guess there’s more to me than meets the eye…

CHOICE: How do I know you're not all bark and no bite?

Bruno: Stick around and find out...

Bruno: I'll show you my technique first, then you can show me what you've got. Sound good?

Player: Sounds good to me.

Narration: Bruno brings out a fold out chair and winks at you.

Bruno: Something I prepared earlier.

Narration: He pauses.

Bruno: Feels weird without music.

Narration: He shrugs and focuses his gaze on the chair, walking towards it slowly. When he reaches it, he sensually straddles the back of the chair, moving his hips rhythmically. His hands firmly grip the back and arm of the chair. The muscles in his arms tense as he lifts himself into the air, into a handstand. A bead of sweat drips down from his back to his neck as his core engages. After a few more sensual twists and acrobatics, he lowers himself to the ground, looking to see your reaction.

Player (thinking): How should I react to Bruno's performance?

CHOICE: Praise him

Player: Bruno, that was very impressive. I didn't know you had it in you!

Narration: He smiles and shakes his head.

CHOICE: Put on your best poker face

Narration: You say nothing and put on your best straight face, betraying no emotions. Bruno frowns at you quizzically.

CHOICE: Flirt with him {if coupled}

Player: You look really sexy when you do that...

Narration: He grins back at you, cheekily.

Bruno: Thanks, babe. I bet you'll look even sexier…

CHOICE: Flirt with him

Narration: Bruno looks at you, obviously taken off guard.

Bruno: Thanks… I bet you'll look better though...

Narration: He clears his throat.

Bruno: Your turn.

Narration: You repeat Bruno's performance as best as you can, but feel yourself faltering.

Player (thinking): This is harder than it looks...

Bruno: Here, let me...

Narration: Bruno moves closer to you and places one hand on your back and another on your stomach.

Bruno: You need to engage your core more. Try to push against my hand with your stomach muscles.

Narration: He pushes his hand slightly harder against your stomach. You tense your abs to resist the pressure. As a result your body stops shaking and your position becomes easier to hold. His hands are warm on your stomach, your abs are burning.

Bruno: Perfect.

Narration: Bruno is inches away from you. You can feel his breath on your skin...

Youcef: Do not let me disturb you...

Narration: You spring apart.

Bruno: Youcef?! Where did you come from?

Player: Well, my soul just left my body.

Narration: Youcef chuckles and flops down on a sun lounger.

Bruno: I better get back to practising.

Player: Same. Thanks for your help.

Bruno: My pleasure...

Narration: You both walk off in opposite directions.

Narration: As you're walking through the Villa your phone sounds.

Player: I got a text!

Narration: Your shout reverberates across the Villa. The other Islanders come running.

Narrator: Islanders, the talent show is about to start. Please make your way to the stage.

Narration: As you read the text aloud, you scan your fellow Islanders' faces. Bruno has gone pale. Tom is beaming from ear to ear. Will's expression is hard to read.

Player: Let's do this thing.

Narrator: You heard her! If only I could sound that cool… I wouldn't be sitting here in this shed talking about these lot, that's for sure. I'd do nature documentary voiceovers or something decent. Anyway! Still to come… The Islanders are in for a surprise...

Najuma: No way...

[your partner]: What was that about?

Narrator: Stay tuned!

#litg2 #litg #fusebox games

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realcube · 4 years ago

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comforting you during a thunderstorm ⛈

summary: you’re not much of a scaredy-cat but you do have an immense fear of thunder storms which you didn’t tell him about. so this is how he comforts you

characters: saiki k, bokuto, suna

tw// thunderstorms, hurt/comfort

thanks to anon for the wholesome request 🥺 this reminds me of ohshc & i love it so much 💞

Kusuo Saiki

he just popped downstairs to bid farewell to his mother before she headed out to buy groceries, leaving you and him home alone

he didn’t even notice the thunderstorm, until his mom mentioned it

‘oh, i have to walk to the bus-stop in this horrible weather. is there anyway you could make it stop, ku?’

as much as he wanted to say ‘yes, but i cba. cope.’ he just blurted out a ‘no.’ before heading back up to his room

he didn’t think you were scared of anything tbh

i mean you killed a cockroach for him one time so you were basically a fearless god, in his eyes

so imagine his surprise when he walked into his room and..you were gone

he was confused for a moment until he heard faint sobs and whimpers from inside his closet

he slid the door open to reveal you cowering in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your face buried between them, sniffing and only moving when you had to use your hand to wipe away the tears that poured from your eyes and threatened to stain your leggings

‘i go for a minute and this is what happens-- are you crying?’

that was when you realised that saiki had entered the room once again and when you looked up, you saw his tall, daunting figure looking down at you - the glow from the lightening behind him not doing any favours as it just made him look even more unnerving

‘i don’t cry. i’m just.. excreting my eye juices. it clears your skin-- ah!’ you tried to explain but you were cut of by another boom of thunder rattle through the house

‘you’re lying.’

yeah, you knew he was a psychic so you weren’t really sure why you thought you’d be able to get the lie passed him

also, due to his psychic abilities and common sense, he figured that the thunder/lightening was the reason for your distress

saiki sighed, not really sure if he should do what he was about to but upon seeing how frightened you were and the nervous series of continuous thoughts rushing through your head...he just had to

you heard another noise which sounded rather different from thunder but it startled you none the less

you looked up at your boyfriend for comfort, only to notice that he was gone

then, you caught a glimpse of something unusual from the window

you approached it hesitantly and peered outside to see the cluster of storm clouds being swept aside like dust by some unknown force, to reveal the bright blue sky that was hiding behind it

you were in awe and although the masses probably thought this was the work of god or the wind, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that it was your psychic boyfriend who was behind it all

‘it’s gone now.’ his voice tickled your ears from behind and to say it gave you the fright of your life was an understatement

you jumped, alarmed at first but once you turned around for your eyes to meet his, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over you

‘oh, yes. thank you, saiki!’ you chirped, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace

he was a bit taken back at first but it didn’t take long for him to melt into your touch and hug back, cradling your head and patting it bc i hc that is how he hugs/cuddles

(he just wants you to feel safe with him 🥺 even though he is an OP psychic who could probably kill you if he’s not careful)

anyway, saiki will ensure that you never experience another thunderstorm for as long as you live

Kōtarō Bokuto

you already know that the first thing bokuto is going to do when he sees you cry and cuddle up next to you and cry too so you don’t feel embarrassed

but like when he comes back from the kitchen and heating the pizza he was about to eat, then he noticed you curled up under a blanket on the couch, shivering and whimpering..he drops the pizza

like he is so shocked

he didn’t want to believe that you were crying tbh

but as your bf it was his duty to comfort you

bc you always comfort him so well when he feels down and he wants to do the same for you!!

anyway, the first thing he does is join you under the blanket and cry with you for a bit

but his fake wails are so bad that you can’t help but laugh FVHIDBFA

once he notices that he’d cheered you up slightly, he’ll inquire, ‘are you scared of thunder?’

you nodded slightly, gently leaning your head on his strong shoulder, ‘a bit.’

bokuto bent his arm to pat and rub your head reassuringly, ‘but you’re so fearless, (y/n)! remember that time you went bungee jumping and even I was too afraid to do it?!’

you simply shrugged, tensing as you heard the thunder rumble through the living room

‘but anyway,’ bokuto hummed, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, ‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

you shrugged once again, ‘maybe just stay with me for a bit longer, please.’

your wish was his command ✨

now there is no way he’s leaving your side until the storm passes

whether that takes a few minutes or the whole night

he’s not going to leave you even to eat the pizza he had dropped on the living room floor

and he hold you close against his chest so you know that he’s not going going anywhere

also, he started talking not only instinctively but also to drown out the sound of the thunder and redirect your attention onto him

‘and then kuroo was all like SUPRISE!! and i was all like THANKS, MAN BUT IT’S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY and then kuroo was like I KNOW!! god, he knows me so well.’

‘hey, (y/n) - we should dress up for halloween his year! kuroo and his girlfriend are doing a couples costume so i think we should do one too and out-shine them! i was thinkin’ fred and daphne except you can be fred.’

‘i was looking on five minute crafts of food the other day - don’t ask why - and some of the desserts were lookin’ kinda tasty tbh. i’ll send you the link so we can make ‘em sometime.’

‘why did you comment ‘i’ll give you my first born child in exchange for you to crush my skull with your thicc, juicy, scrumptious thighs 🤤😳’ under my instagram pic? and why does it have 1k likes?’

needless to say, you can’t be sad for too when you’re around bokuto lmao

Rintarō Suna

RAIEVABTG DON’T EVEN LIE HE’D JUST BE LIKE ‘cover your ears den lmao’

ok ok so you’re on facetime with him and thunder blares through your room - it’s so loud that even he can hear it through the phone - and you jump, immediately pulling your blankets over yourself

he was hitting his vape then he pulled away to look at his phone again and you were gone (bc you had brought your phone under the covers with you and obvs it was dark)

he could also hear your little whimpers even though you tried you best to hide them by slapping your hand over your mouth

‘doll, where’d ya go?’ he inquired, concern laced in his voice. he opened his drawer to toss his vape away but he did not avert his eyes from the screen just in case something happened

‘i’m still here. just under the covers.’ you spoke, doing your best to hide how shaky your voice was

‘why?’ he puffed, allowing the vapor to leak from his mouth and escape out to his surrounding - which was his bedroom

‘oh, no reason.’

suna knew you were lying, it wasn’t hard to tell, ‘well, if that’s the case, can you come out from the cover, doll? i wanna see your face.’

‘-no.’ you immediately replied, letting out a feeble sigh as you realised that lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere. ‘i’m just a bit afraid of the thunder, that’s all.’

suna cocked his head to the side, ‘thunder? never heard that one before.’ he said, mentally cursing himself out just as he said that since it came out a lot harsher than he intended, ‘erm, why don’t you try putting your headphones on?’ he suggested in a soft voice, trying to make up for the uncalled-for comment he made

you hummed in agreement, wondering why you didn’t think of that

momentarily tossing your duvet aside, you rushed to your desk where you black headphones were laying, you picked them up and dashed back towards your bed as if someone was chasing you, diving onto it, pulling the cover back over your head and plugging the headphones into your phone before pulling them over your ears

‘this helps a bit. thanks, suna.’

suna’s eyes widened as he slumped back against his headboard, ‘suna? what happened to babe?’

‘thanks, babe.’ you corrected yourself with a giggle

now that suna’s voice was the most prominent sound in your ears, the thunder seemed to fade into satisfying background noise

you couldn’t get over the random flashes of lightening though, those always made you yelp - and he noticed this

‘i really wish you were here right now.’ you mused, hugging your pillow to your chest to imitate what you’d to if he was here with you, ‘i’d give you all my kisses.’

‘bet.’ was the last thing you heard before he hung up on you

you were quite bummed at first but then you registered that he was probably on his way over :))

and he was!

you heard a few loud knocks on your door followed by a monotone mutter ‘let me in, i’m freezing my tits off out here.’

ofc you let him in and after you led him to your bedroom, he immediately pinned you to your bed, ‘you know what i’m here for.’

‘huh?’

he was confused for a moment but then he noticed that you still had the headphones on

he snickered, momentarily pulling one of the earpads away from your ear to say, ‘kisses.’

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stargazingthenightaway · 3 years ago

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See Something You Like? Epilogue

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Yearning, teasing

A/N: 😚 😚 For all my lovely readers 💕

Making your way through the mess hall, you see you’ve beaten the lunch rush and quickly bee-line towards the caff station, filling up two mugs and putting them on a tray. Ria had commed you about meeting up on your break, and knowing how busy she was that morning, you decided to have a fresh cup waiting for her. You grab a couple hot plates, thanking the cook, and find a spot not too far from the entrance. As you sit down you keep an eye on the entrance so you can wave Ria over when she gets there. Taking a sip of caff, you settle in your seat and your mind drifts back to last night, and earlier this morning.

Rex had been a most thorough lover, and true to his word, hadn’t finished with you until the early hours of the morning, leaving you both exhausted and satisfied. You feel your face heat up when you think about all the sounds he coaxed out of you, the praises that dripped from his lips as he brought you to orgasm and the tender way he took care of you afterwards, making sure you were alright. What you most enjoyed was how he held you when you both drifted off, arms holding you close as your head rested on his chest, whispering how you were his sweet girl.

You can’t help the giddy smile that covers your face when you recall how grumpy Rex was earlier that morning. He had done his absolute best to persuade you to spend a few more hours with him in bed, but you had a meeting you couldn’t miss, and you had reluctantly left him pouting in the sheets as you got ready. Eventually, he too started getting ready for the day, though not without hinting at all the things he could be doing instead, with you and a mirror, brushing up against you and sneaking kisses when you weren’t paying attention. Needless to say you left your room a blushing mess, with Rex following not far behind, smirk plastered on his face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t see Ria enter the mess hall and make her way over to the table. "Hello there, sunshine!” She calls out as she sits down, bringing you out of your daydreaming.

“Ria, hey!” You say, passing her a cup and watching her clutch it to her chest, breathing the scent it in as if the steam alone would give her energy. “Long meeting?”

“You have no idea,” she groans after taking a sip “nerf herders can’t tell the difference between a gear shift and brake pedal.”

You wince. “Ouch. Well, hopefully your afternoon will get better.” You perk up “Isn’t that new transfer set to arrive today?”

She looks at you suspiciously. “Where did this cheeriness come from?” She eyes you from over the rim of her cup “usually you’re right up there asking what other problems they’ve caused, and if I need help hiding a body.”

“No reason,” you say, laughing “just having a good morning, that’s all.”

Ria takes a moment to give you a look over while you sip your caff, before her eyes widen. “Omg! You got down and did the dirty dance!”

“Ria!” You groan “Do you have to say it like that?”

“What?” She says without remorse, “would you rather I call it the frisky foxtrot? Mattress mambo? Tantric tango?”

“Shhh! Someone will hear you!” You hiss, cheeks heating up as you look fervently around you, “where do you even come up with these things?”

“You’re not denying it,” she gives a little shriek of laughter, wiggling in place “you, my friend, got some good lovin’ and I need all the deets!” She gives you a look, “especially after all the stunts you pulled me into to avoid a certain someone.”

“I do not have to confirm or deny anything” you say, hiding behind your caff.

“You may not confirm anything, but your neck is certainly making a statement.” She leans over to pull the edge of your collar down “that’s quite the necklace you’re wearing there sunshine.”

You can feel your face turning three shades of red as you slap her hand away, hastily pulling the collar of your shirt up. “Ok! Ok, so maybe I had a bit of fun the other night, there’s no need to let the whole base know.”

Ria grins triumphantly “That’s more than just a bit of fun” she says, making the little air quotes “that’s a full on romp with the promise of a repeat” She wiggles her eyebrows comically and you can’t help but laugh, hearing her join in.

“Alright, yes, I did indeed do the dirty dance, as you said” you say once your laughter has died down.

Ria makes the motion to continue, attention on you. “And? That can’t be all it was or else you wouldn’t be like this.” She motions to all of you “All glowy and really happy.”

You give her a sly look “Let’s just say that he certainly has the moves to keep you coming back for more.”

Ria squeals and looks about ready to combust with all the questions you can see buzzing around her head. “So are you going to see him again? Or is it fated to be a one-night of lusty wonder?”

While you want to tell her all about Rex, you want to keep him to yourself for a bit longer so you keep your answer simple. “We’ve already planned to meet up again.” You duck your head shyly, smiling. “He makes me happy Ria, really happy.” You fiddle with your cup, looking back up at her “I didn’t think he’d feel the same way, but he does.” Your smile softens as you think of Rex and how he looked when you told him you wanted him by your side for a lifetime. The look of adoration is one you’ll treasure for years to come.

Ria looks at you in wonder, “Wow, he’s the real deal huh?” Watching you nod she squeals again, doing a little happy dance in her seat. “Best. News. Ever!”

A booming voice calls out close by “What’s the best news ladies?”

You and Ria both look over and see Gregor striding to you table, standing next to your seat. “Got yourself more excited than a restless Joopa.”

“No reason,” you say “just girl stuff.”

“But you’re more than welcome to join us.” Ria chimes in, gesturing to the seat. “We’re ‘bout to start venting about the doofs in engineering.”

You know Ria and Gregor share shifts on the occasion, overseeing repairs and helping out with different teams, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Gregor to join you sometimes for meals.

"Don’t mind if I do.” He sits down, big grin on his face, as he turns to face you. “I was actually looking for ya, figured I’d find ya here with this one.” He jerks his thumb towards Ria.

You point to yourself “Me?”

He nods “Mhmm. Was curious if ya’d seen Rex this morning. He missed training with Wolffe and I, and I thought ya might’ve seen’im”

You sputter and can see Ria giving you a calculated look, so you hurry to give an answer. “I’m not sure, but I thought I saw him when I was heading to the office. It looked like he was making his way towards the training room.”

Gregor looks at you, a strange look in his eyes, and you try not to fidget in place. That, paired with the look Ria is giving you is making you antsy, and you wonder if you should just make up some excuse about paper work and dash away. Before you can say anything Gregor grins, giving you a thumbs up.

“Glad to hear it, thought he might have gone MIA for a moment there.” He lowers his voice, as if sharing a secret. “Wolffe can sometimes get pretty intense, especially during training. Likes to bring out the chompers if he hasn’t had a good meal.” He laughs at the looks you and Ria give him. “By the way, Rex said he wanted to talk to ya yesterday. Did he find ya?"

“Yes, down at the shooting range.” You huff, “we actually ended up having a bit of a competition, see who could hit the most targets without looking.”

Gregor looks intrigued “Oh? How’d that go for ya?”

“l ate blaster dust.” You grin wryly “Let’s just say I won’t be challenging Rex to a shoot out anytime soon. Didn’t even stand a chance.”

“Was it the C-501 sim?” He asks. When you nod, he laughs “Ha! of course he’d win that one.”

“Oh?” You say confused, “Why’s that? It's only recently been added.”

“That’s because it was designed for us clones, way back on Kamino.” He leans in conspiratorially, “What the Kaminii didn’t realize was that it was too easy, so we ended up getting a little creative with it.”

“Creative how?” Ria leaned forward eagerly, soaking up this new information. You have to admit you’re intrigued as well.

Gregor was really getting into in now. Checking to see there were no other eavesdroppers, he huddles the two of you closer. “Well, there were the usual things like spinning in place before firing, making noise before a shot,” he counts them off on his fingers “shooting from someones back, doing a handstand.”

You and Ria just stare at him as he continues on his list. “But the best was hitting the targets without looking.” Here Gregor starts to grin, as if he was watching it himself “and no one was better then good’ol Rex."

“Really!?” Ria jumps in before you can comment, “How did he do it? Blindfolded? Eyes closed?” She’s practically climbing out of her seat to get to him, not that she’s noticed.

Gregor pushes his chair back to give himself some more room. “Well,” he says as he starts miming the actions. “He’d start off by facing the range, then he’d turn to his opponent. He’d make sure to look them straight in the eyes, something about establishing dominance, and then BLAM! Start firing each target.” He gives a hearty laugh “I’m not surprised ya didn’t win, he’s the reigning champ. No one has beaten him.”

Ria’s babbling on excitedly to Gregor, wanting to know all his secrets of the sims and training, but your mind has zoned out.

Reigning Champ? Never beaten? He already knew he was going to win, even before you had set the bet. You give a small huff of laughter, thinking back on his confidence, how easily he set you up in his trap. Well, well, you think to yourself looks like I got played for keeps.

Your musing are interrupted when you hear Gregor call out a greeting to a couple rebels who walked into the room.

“Wolffe! Rex! Come over’ere!” He waves his arm wildly, as they make their way over.

You can’t help but stare as he makes his way over, a slight swagger in his steps. One could presume it’s just how he carries himself, with his military upbringing, but you know better. That’s the walk of a man who finally has what he wants, and is not afraid to show it. His eyes linger on you neck before meeting yours, a smirk pulling on his lips.

You smile back, mind already working out your next challenge. You were your town’s best racer for five seasons, before you joined the rebellion, and the base did have a couple racers lying around. Why not even the odds? Winner takes all.

Rex sits across from you, and you tilt your head to the side, just enough that he can see the marks on your neck, the others engaged in their own conversation. The look you give him sends his heart beating faster, the calculated look in your eyes promising an enticing reward. Knowing his attention is on you, you quickly mouth best two out of three? While he doesn’t respond, his eyes tell you his answer, sending a thrill to your core.

Challenge accepted.

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Hex Life

Fandom: WandaVision Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Jimmy Woo Rating: E Chapters: 10/10 Word Count: 34k

Summary: Guest starring Agent James E. Woo as himself and introducing Dr. Darcy Lewis as Mrs. Darcy Woo!

Or: Darcy and Jimmy are sent into the Hex to retrieve Captain Monica Rambeau. Finding out Westview has cast them as a married couple is only the first of the surprises that await them.

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Jimmy’s going to be a dad. He was going to be a dad in a black-and-white sitcom world and now he’s going to be a dad in a world on the regular spectrum, so the colours really aren’t as big a deal as his impending fatherhood. Possible fatherhood. As much as he’s always secretly wanted his own little Jimmy Woo Jr., he didn’t know if it would be in the cards for him—pun obviously intended—and the last thing he wants to do is influence Darcy either way, especially since he’s only known her a couple days and doesn’t have a clue if a baby was really part of her life plan.

It can’t just be rose-coloured glasses making him see his wife warming to the idea though; when she continues down the hall ahead of Jimmy and Monica, he spots her careful cradling of the baby bump. He can barely stand not touching her. The instinct to shelter others has always been one of his strongest and now he feels it intensely. He longs to protect Darcy, to hold Darcy, to love— Well. Jimmy clears his throat at the very thought and Monica gives him a suspicious side-eyed glance.

“Dry throat,” he lies, tapping his neck in a probably highly unconvincing gesture.

“Uh huh.”

Yeah, she doesn’t sound convinced.

He’s rescued by a burst of sound from the bedroom and dashes ahead of Monica in case Darcy’s in trouble. When he bangs the bedroom door fully open, she’s fine. She’s laughing. He sighs and looks where she points. The queen-sized mattress they shared has changed back to a pair of narrower beds.

“Seriously,” Jimmy says flatly.

“Well, the big bed worked its magic,” Darcy concedes. She pats her rounded stomach. “Mission accomplished.”

“Aw jeeze.”

Ignoring his distress, she sits on the end of the closest bed.

“What I like is that they’re magically made. I didn’t end up having to change the sheets. This is really the next step in home technology.”

“Honey, don’t encourage the magical forces that control our home décor,” he pleads, beckoning until Darcy rises and takes his outstretched hand.

“Better than getting on their bad side. In the AI uprising, you wanna make sure you’re friends with the robots.”

This is an outrageous statement coming from a credible scientist, so Jimmy squints down at her for a minute before saying, “Thanks, house,” aloud, just in case appeasing the Hex now saves him from being closed into a room with no door later, if the walls rearrange to form the ’70s model of their current home.

“You did the smart thing,” Darcy assures him.

As they leave the room, she keeps hold of his hand. He shoots adoring glances at her.

“Hey, Monica,” she says, calling to their guest, who seems to have gone to investigate the walk-in closet. “Accommodations aren’t going to be a problem. I can give you some pajamas too because I think I own at least a dozen pairs, as I’m sure you’ve already discovered…”

But when they look in the closet it’s… not a closet.

“Or maybe the Hex destroyed all my pajamas and I should take back my overtures of friendship,” Darcy corrects.

“Welcome to your nursery,” Monica says. “I’m guessing from the look on Jimmy’s face that this is new.”

It’s spartan, but there’s no doubt in Jimmy’s mind that the room is now intended to be exactly what Monica said. There’s a crib in pieces on the carpet and a rocking chair in the corner. Though he can’t remember this room having even one window, there are now two. The blinds are drawn against the night and curtains patterned with stars and streaking comets hang from a rod mounted above the window. Automatically, he pulls Darcy into his side. He feels her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Man, the Hex is really giving us the hard sell,” she comments.

Just like that, he’s guiding her around by her upper arms and propelling her from the room. He glances over his shoulder to see Monica following with an amused smile. At his nod, she pulls the door shut.

“Ignore it,” Jimmy tells Darcy. “Don’t let that room influence you.”

“Oh, like that’s easy.” She rolls her eyes.

“I know it’s hard not to picture reading Jimmy Junior to sleep in his crib, or watching him learn to roll himself over on the carpet, or cuddling him in your arms in the rocking chair as the morning light—”

“Jimmy Junior?” Darcy asks, interrupting Jimmy’s rapidly solidifying daydream.

“You know what? I’m starving,” Monica announces, putting a hand on each of their shoulders to head off the awkward pause. “How about you two show me some hospitality? I’ve had a long day of being mind-controlled.”

“How ’bout some comfort food?” he asks. “I make a mean bowl of chili.”

“Sounds great.”

So, Jimmy cooks for them. His attention is unequally divided between the simmering pot, Monica leaning against the counter next to him as she recounts the scene at the meeting when Wanda went to take his call, and Darcy sifting pickily through the contents of their fridge. He glances over after putting the lid on the pot to let the chili finish cooking and sees his wife contemplatively holding an egg like it’s Yorick’s skull. Ok, well, he’s just going to leave her to her thoughts.

He sets bowls of chili for himself and Monica on the dining room table. Darcy, justifiably finnicky, takes longer to decide what she’ll be able to stomach, reflexively rubbing the baby bump as she plunders their kitchen. Finally, she comes to sit down. She’s brought a spoon. That’s it. Jimmy’s going to ask, but Darcy just scoots her chair close to his and takes intermittent mouthfuls of his serving while the conversation continues on. He sighs in unannoyed exasperation and alternates dips of his spoon with hers.

It’s just another weird routine they’ve settled into, and like everything else, it didn’t take long.

“You two didn’t know each other before this assignment, right?” Monica checks, motioning between Darcy and Jimmy with a slice of buttered toast.

“No, why?” Darcy asks, dropping a chunk of tomato from her spoon onto his. (Apparently, she doesn’t like tomatoes.)

Monica smiles and says, “No reason.”

She seems ready to accept them as they are, whatever they are. She goes back over the events of this afternoon for Darcy’s benefit—who was zoned out staring at an egg at the time—then the three of them turn to talk of tomorrow. What does Monica feel she needs to try before she’s willing to concede and leave the Hex with them? What can she try? How can Jimmy and Darcy assist her? They talk themselves in a circle of possibilities, limitations, and Monica’s unswerving negative answer to suggestions of her leaving the Hex without getting through to Wanda. Eventually, they decide that the best plan may be no plan, since they’re up against Westview’s ever-shifting magical properties.

“We’ll get up in the morning and see what the world looks like,” Monica says.

Jimmy’s going to reply when the Captain’s expression alters.

“Are you remembering?” Darcy asks her astutely. Monica stares at her. “I don’t want to pry, I’ve just seen that look on a lot of people’s faces lately. People who came back.”

“This isn’t dissimilar,” Monica admits. “When I get anywhere near Wanda or the other characters with speaking parts and start to lose control to… Geraldine—” Jimmy thinks the look on her face is both disgusted and deeply hurt. “—I do get this feeling like the world is going on without me. Only I’m there. I’m right there. I haven’t made up my mind yet if it’s worse than being gone entirely then coming back to find nothing’s the same.”

“Yeah,” Darcy says, soft, sympathetic.

“I don’t know what else the members of this community have been through, but I know I don’t want them to have to keep going through this too. I can’t imagine how tight Wanda’s grip is on the people who were here when she started this. Not sure I’m qualified to be the one to tell her how to let go of her grief and move on.”

Monica blinks quickly and gives a forced smile.

“That was good chili, Jimmy.”

He nods in thanks because he can’t find the right words to say.

They’re all carrying something and Jimmy thinks about that as the three of them clean up, then splinter off to get ready for bed, tired for different and shared reasons. (He changes into his pajamas in the nursery—they found their clothing in a new, regular-sized closet in the bedroom—while Monica and Darcy take the bathrooms.) The Captain’s carrying her recent bereavement and the unignorable sense of responsibility she feels to help Wanda and the Westviewers, possibly precisely because she isn’t ready to confront her own loss. Darcy’s doing some literal carrying with the baby bump her pajama top is buttoned over when she steps out of the en suite bathroom to let Jimmy in to brush his teeth. She’s an astrophysicist who, while studying a television diversion from reality, was brought rudely back to earth by circumstances as real as they come.

What Jimmy’s carrying is actually carrying him: his hope. It’s a good thing to have in his line of work, but a tough thing to keep when the world’s been through what it has. A baby is the least likely and most longed-for thing he would’ve confessed to wanting if someone asked him what was missing from his life.

When it’s acknowledged through awkward glances that, yes, Monica’s taking one of the beds and Jimmy and Darcy will share the other, he climbs under the covers his wife holds open for him. She rolls away from him to lie on her side and he gets comfortable on his back. The Hex has definitely eased up on what it wants for their romantic development because this is the first time he’s been in bed with Darcy and not felt himself caving to the need to have sex with her. Oh, the desire to touch her is as powerful as ever, but the kind of touching he craves is as tender as the flesh of that peach he brought her earlier in the day.

But he doesn’t want to crowd her. Figuratively or literally. Between finding Monica and calling Wanda, making love to Darcy all afternoon and being presented with her pregnant belly in the evening, it’s been a dog’s breakfast of a day. The mission abruptly became just the second most daunting thing he needs to pull off. Now, he’s driven by the impulse to be near Darcy. She doesn’t know it, but she’s drawing him in like gravity and he can only cross his fingers for a soft landing.

Jimmy almost jumps when she reaches for him in the dark, hand feeling behind her until it finds his. She drags his arm over her and he flips onto his side to make it easier. Though Darcy lets him go when his arm’s around her, he doesn’t know where to rest his hand. Tentatively, he places it over her belly and she wriggles back into him. Heart bursting, he holds her more securely to his body, smooths his hand over the bump, and soon falls asleep.

—

The floor wakes him up. He’s just fallen out of bed.

Disoriented, Jimmy sits up in a tangle of comforter and squints at his bed companion in the morning light. They must’ve repositioned while they slept, but that alone wasn’t what forced him to and over the edge—he can see the shape of Darcy’s belly beneath the sheet. It’s noticeably larger than it was yesterday.

He’s still trying to come to terms with that when she sleepily grasps the comforter and yanks it back over her body. Jimmy chuckles and rises into a stretch. Monica’s bed is empty and neatly made, so she must be up already. Before entering the Hex, his internal clock was strict too. Since, he bends to the needs of his subconscious, which seems happiest when it’s allowed to sleep in, particularly if Darcy’s warming the sheets next to him. This is only their third day in Westview and the second time waking up here, but it feels wonderfully routine. As satisfying as completing his consistently-timed morning run or pouring exactly the right amount of milk into his cereal.

Although he’d like to let Darcy sleep, it’s weird now because he’s staring. Anyway, they need to tighten up their operations even further today if they’re going to get out of here soon. Monica requires either success or closure with Wanda, so Jimmy’s determined to help with that. And if Darcy’s pregnancy takes another leap forward, well… that’s another time crunch to consider.

She’s lying on her side, facing him, belly in the space where he fell asleep. Gently, he brushes hair out of her face and strokes lightly up and down her arm.

Darcy gives him a murmured “Hi” with her eyes still shut.

“You gonna get up?”

“Inaminute,” she promises, words running together.

“Alright.”

Jimmy hovers for a second, then darts down to kiss her forehead. She pats his shoulder clumsily in response.

He might as well have had his own eyes shut, blind to everything but Darcy, because it takes opening his wardrobe to realize Monica was correct—everything’s changed again. WandaVision has embraced the ’70s. The shirts and suits he was pretty comfortable with have been traded out. Those items still exist, but now they’re aggressively patterned. There are flared pant legs. There is so much corduroy. Out of the row of shoes tucked into the bottom on his side of the closet, half have platform heels.

“Oh god,” Jimmy groans softly, sifting through for something that won’t feel too much like a cheesy costume.

He ends up with jeans—his only pair of pants without a pattern—and a striped shirt with wide lapels. The Hex’s makeover of his closet has him so beaten down that he doesn’t even pick out a jacket. He doesn’t have the heart for business casual. At the sight of a long-sleeved jumpsuit, Jimmy closes the closet door securely. They have to get out of here. This will be the thing that breaks him.

Slouching into the bathroom, he drops his selections on the counter and takes a shower. As he washes his hair, his fingers slow their scrubbing. Is his hair… longer? He finishes quickly and steps out to find the mirror fogged with steam. He wipes it clean with his forearm, examining his reflection. This place isn’t through with him yet: the Hex has given him a mustache.

Jimmy screams.

“Fine!” Darcy shouts back to his wordless noise of dismay. “I’m up! God, you could’ve just set an alarm and OH MY GOD, HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF THIS BABY BUMP?!”

He sighs on behalf of himself and his wife, slicks his too-long wet hair back with a comb, then starts in on shaving off the mustache. It immediately grows back.

“Come on,” he complains, cursing the Hex. “Why’d you give me a razor then?!”

Luckily, his annoyance fades the minute he sees Darcy. She’s swearing up a storm about needing to pee and her head looking too small for her body because the Hex has straightened her hair, but he takes all of her restless irritation in with a dazed smile on his face. Adjusting her glasses—now almost circular, with rounded off corners—she catches sight of his new look and erupts into laughter. Whatever the Hex does to mess with their appearance, at least they’re each other’s best medicine to combat it.

“I don’t want to be insensitive,” Monica starts when they walk into the kitchen hand in hand, “but are you significantly more pregnant than you were yesterday?”

Jimmy watches Darcy nod and slips away from her to throw some more bread in the toaster from the bag Monica’s left out on the counter for them.

“You’d think it’s just this big, shapeless dress,” Darcy says, “but no.” She pulls the fabric taut over her stomach to show the size of her belly more accurately. “I don’t want to say it, but the size of this thing makes me think the Hex is leaving me room to grow.”

“And if that dress is only for today…” Monica says.

“Jeepers,” Jimmy concludes.

They eat together in their reconfigured living room. It’s not until Monica’s kicked back in one of their low chairs, ankle propped on her opposite knee, that Jimmy notices her patterned pants.

“Those aren’t from Darcy’s closet are they?”

“No. I’m assuming they’re my clothes from yesterday with the matter recycled for a new decade. Believe me, this outfit wouldn’t have been my choice if I had anything else to pick from.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. I had a whole closet and still ended up with this,” Jimmy says, motioning to himself.

“My retro Secret Agent Man,” Darcy states admiringly, leaning her head over to bump against his shoulder. Ok, he thinks, smiling at her, I can be alright with this for her.

When Monica rises to turn on the television, Jimmy realizes this is the first time they’ve had one in the house. He remembers seeing a set in the Vision residence when he and Darcy were watching an episode on the S.W.O.R.D. base, but he didn’t notice the lack once they got here. Probably because that first night was taken up with flirting, and then yesterday was split between scouring the downtown for Monica and holing up in the bedroom with Darcy. Watching the screen buzz to life now is like witnessing something truly futuristic and spectacular.

“Well, whaddaya know,” he says as the opening sequence of WandaVision begins.

“You think the TVs in here play anything else?” Darcy wonders aloud.

“Maybe not,” Monica says distractedly as they all turn their attention to Wanda and Vision’s adorable antics—the ice cream, the tandem bicycle. “It’s a pretty big coincidence that this show started right when I turned it on.”

“I can see an even bigger coincidence.”

There’s no need to guess what Darcy means. Wanda’s baby bump is obvious in nearly every shot of the introduction, particularly emphasized when she and Vision dance together, his hand on her belly. It’s all maternity clothes and Vision reading pregnancy books and while it’s wholesome, it’s also chilling.

“We’re doing the same plot,” Jimmy says.

“It’s like we’re… their understudies,” Darcy agrees, shrinking back into the cushions.

“Maybe Wanda figured, if you two wanted to be in the show so bad, she’d put you in the show,” Monica theorizes. “Her show. Exactly the way she’s living it.”

“So she’s teaching us a lesson? On what? Abstinence?”

“Could be a misguided attempt to gain your sympathy.”

“Or it really is all about control,” Jimmy suggests, cynical after the reveal that the pregnancy that’s upended his entire life isn’t really theirs. It’s not original. They’re following a Newlywed Couple template.

“Hey,” Darcy says, grabbing his arm, “this wasn’t all Wanda. She might’ve set the scene and, yeah, maybe we were more the goatherd puppets than we were Fraulein Maria and Captain von Trapp, but we did this.” She pulls his hand to her belly. “Wanda doesn’t decide what we do next.”

“What I suggest you not do next is consult Dr. Misogyny over here,” Monica says, gesturing at the television.

The doctor is condescending to Wanda and Vision about the facts of life during a checkup (in their living room?). He lowers himself even further in Jimmy’s regard when he refers to expectant mothers as “little ladies” and implies that the changes in their own bodies are beyond their understanding.

“What a quack,” he decides. “We’re not going to see that guy.” He’s startled to recall his promise to Darcy the previous evening, about options, his intention not to make up her own mind for her. Lowering his voice, he tilts his head close to hers. “I mean, we’ll do whatever you want. Including…”

Jimmy trails off and casts his eyes down. He still means it, wants Darcy on board with this 100% or not at all, but the whole thing’s been a roller coaster and he’s not great at pretending not to feel anything. With his wife so much further into her pregnancy today, it’s obvious that this baby will be born and they’ll need to decide who’s raising it. He thinks the two of them together could rear a pretty incredible kid, but if she wants out, is he prepared to be a single parent? The other option besides her, him, or both of them raising the baby is adoption. They’d need to leave the Hex before taking those steps (it’s not like he’s going to encourage Darcy to hand the baby over to a mind-controlled Westviewer), and just thinking about it, with everything he already feels for the baby, makes him certain that he’d rather rearrange his entire life than pass on this chance at a family. However unorthodox their beginnings.

“Don’t worry,” Darcy says calmly, pulling him from his spiral. “That guy will never get the chance to compare my uterus to a vegetable garden.”

“Fruit,” Monica corrects without looking away from the television.

“Right. Fruit. He’ll have no say about any of it. And he definitely won’t get the opportunity to be patronizing as fuck while he tries to give us the sex talk.” She looks Jimmy right in the eye and says, “I won’t let the asshole doctor-man say a word about your banana.”

Chuckling, he looks back to the screen. The doctor has departed and Vision’s currently baffled over Wanda’s newly expanded stomach. Uh oh. He jerks his head around to check and, yep, Darcy’s baby bump appears to be keeping up with the sitcom star’s.

“You two stay here,” Monica instructs, on her feet when Jimmy glances over.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“To Wanda’s. If things continue at this rate, she could give birth in this episode. That’s going to make her even more protective of her family and her space and I’ll have an even harder time getting near her.”

“Are you sure you want to interrupt?”

They both glance at the television for a moment to observe Wanda and Vision debating baby names in the nursery. There’s nothing distressing about the scene—in fact, the couple looks as much at ease as Jimmy’s seen them on the show—but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t change, and quickly, if Monica inserted herself. He just isn’t sure how that would go and he doesn’t like any plan where he can’t foresee all the possible outcomes.

“Guess I just have a feeling,” Monica says, looking unsettled.

“Well,” Darcy pipes up, “in the world of science, having a feeling is forming a theory, and in this place… I think having a feeling you should do something might be Wanda giving you your cue.”

“You’re not beyond her control,” Jimmy tells Monica, “just farther away from it. What if Darcy’s right?”

“If Wanda wants me there, I’m not going to resist,” she replies firmly. “She’s the key and we need her cooperation.”

“Good luck,” Darcy bids her.

With a nod to them both, Monica strides across the living room and opens the front door.

“Speaking of keys,” Jimmy recalls, but the door shuts before he can offer to let her borrow their car to get to Wanda’s.

Maybe the Captain has a different plan. Maybe she’s just bending to Wanda’s influence. Whichever it is, he can’t go after her. Monica was right—he has to stay here with Darcy today, especially because her belly seems larger when he looks again. He glances at her face with a question on his and she nods.

“And I felt a kick,” she says.

“Really? Could I…? Do you think I could…?”

Darcy rolls her eyes at his reticence and guides both his hands to the bump. When he feels something nudge his palm, Jimmy tears up.

“That’s our baby,” Darcy confirms.

“Feels like they have my softball windup,” he murmurs.

“Or my pre-coffee restlessness.”

“Our baby,” Jimmy repeats, staring into her eyes—finally blue for the first time in days, give or take a decade.

They’re having a marvelous family moment until the power goes out. Lights, TV, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen, everything. Seconds later, it all comes back.

“That was strange.”

“I wondered what Wanda’s magic was doing to the power grid,” Darcy says. “I’m still curious about the finer points of what happens when electricity meets power generated by an Infinity Stone. Really, I’d expect Wanda to have this kinda thing under control, but I guess if she’s— Ugh!”

Her pained noise has Jimmy cupping her face, pushing back her hair, trying to figure out what happened.

“She’s distracted,” she says.

“By what?”

“Labour.”

“What? No.”

Sure enough, when Darcy stands (with Jimmy leaping to his feet to support her) and stretches her back, her bump looks big enough to contain a baby that’s almost ready to be born. Ready to be born?! Jimmy thinks. In our house? With no doctor? Just because the one on TV rubbed him the wrong way doesn’t mean he’s prepared to write off every doctor, nurse, and midwife in Westview. He would very much like to place responsibility for this delivery in the hands of a medical professional, not his own!

Even as the TV’s flickering back to life, he helps Darcy away from it. That just shows how serious things are. He knows how quickly she became invested in the sitcom when they reviewed the ’50s episode at the base.

After some frantic thought, he’s thinking the bathtub is going to have to do. People do that right? With home births? Although he attempts to guide Darcy in that direction, she doesn’t even want to sit down on the edge, let alone climb in. No, she wants to pace, and as she paces, she rubs at her lower back, wincing.

“We could look at the nursery,” he proposes. “Might take your mind off it.”

Jimmy knows it could be a weak suggestion, an insult to imply that anything could take Darcy’s mind off whatever discomfort she’s currently feeling, but the Hex, with its radioactive walls, smiles down on them for once. With his arm around her to take some of her weight, they hobble into the baby’s room and it’s… perfect.

The walls are dark blue near the ceiling, almost black, fading to periwinkle halfway down the wall. The lower portion transitions from blue to pale yellow, then a blazing orange right before the baseboard.

“It’s a sunrise,” he comprehends.

“Yeah,” Darcy says softly.

Though he feels like he got slightly ripped off by not being allowed a chance to do any of the decorating, he does admire the Hex’s choices. At last, his wife’s been represented in this space, in this house, and it’s beautiful. There’s a shelf full of space-themed board books, a plastic jumble of play versions of scientific tools like telescopes. A dangling mobile of the planets. After easing his wife into the rocking chair, Jimmy holds up a pack of glow-in-the-dark stars.

“Should I put these up?”

She smiles.

“I would be all over that shit if I could, but I trust you to do a good job.”

“Oh no. Do you want me to do real constellations?”

“The baby’s not gonna know the difference. Make it look however you want.”

She rocks, assuring him something about the motion is helping her manage the intensifying pain of her contractions, and Jimmy finds a small stepping stool to help him reach the ceiling. The sway of the chair in the corner of his eye, the morning light through the curtains, and the sound of Darcy breathing are things he already knows he’ll never forget.

Before he’s stuck all the stars in the pack to the ceiling’s white paint, she calls him down from the stool.

“I need to walk again.”

Darcy says it with grit and Jimmy doesn’t argue, even when walking appears to put her in even more distress; she groans and pushes her free hand against the wall as they stroll out of the nursery and down the hallway.

“Let’s check in with Wanda,” Jimmy says helplessly.

This is who he is now: a husband in over his head, desperate to gain tips about delivering a baby from a TV sitcom. An overwhelmed real estate agent. A man with a mustache.

They return to the living room and the TV playing WandaVision in time for Monica’s entrance. Based on her free use of ’70s slang and the general discord between the Captain Rambeau Jimmy’s been getting to know and the woman on the screen, he knows they’re looking at Geraldine. Wanda’s back in control of her character alright, and Jimmy wants to know who it’s helping. The scene’s centered around some joke about Wanda attempting to hide her pregnancy, which is no good for him. He needs a step-by-step guide, not a magic-resistant stork!

“There better not be a fucking bird in here,” Darcy gripes, alternately crouching and standing as every position fails to make her comfortable. “If I see a fucking, goddamn, sonofabitch, motherfucking—”

“I know, sweetie, I know,” Jimmy assures her, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades with the flat of his hand.

“The betrayal,” she mutters when Wanda elects to lie down behind a couch.

It completely blocks their view. If this were a regular show, Jimmy would understand that. Sitcom viewers would definitely appreciate a little TV magic over graphic, up-close-and-personal birth footage, but here at the Woo residence, one FBI agent and his astrophysicist wife really just want the truth! If Monica had agency, he’s sure she’d shove the couch aside to help them out, but with Geraldine at the helm, he’s confronting the fact that he and Darcy are on their own.

“Let’s go, Darcy,” he says, steering her towards the bathroom. “We don’t need her.”

“Are you sure?”

He’s never heard Darcy sound so uncertain and knows he’ll have to bluff his way through this. When the Avengers aren’t around, the regular people must step up. Reminding himself of that has gotten Jimmy through more than one tough day on the job and he tells himself it’ll get them both through this.

“Of course.”

In the bathroom, Darcy kicks out of her underwear and uses Jimmy as a crutch to climb into the tub. Her face is scrunched up severely and her hands are braced against the walls of the bathtub, so he tries to watch and understand what she needs. When all the tension in her face and body burst out in a shout, he grabs her hand. Her fingers curl around his palm in a death grip.

“How about some nice warm water? Water, Darcy?”

She nods rapidly, eyes clenched shut, and he turns on the facet, then quickly reaches behind her to plug the drain. The stream wets his sleeve and, when he withdraws his arm, hits her hair around the level of her shoulders and begins to soak the back of her dress. Between contractions, Darcy sighs in what sounds like relief.

“That feels good,” she acknowledges.

“Good,” is all Jimmy can say back. He kisses her face and squeezes her hand in his. “Good.”

He’s back to scrambling for a solution soon enough when the warm flow of water down her back stops being enough to soothe her. He helps her out of her sodden dress, tossing it behind him to splat on the tile floor.

“What do you need?” he asks wildly, leaning over the tub.

“Earplugs,” Darcy tells him before emitting a scream shrill enough to probably be heard by their neighbour’s dog, Dipper, down the street.

Jimmy doesn’t think, he just does. Snatching a towel off the rail, bracing his wife’s foot against his shoulder as her leg spasms, reaching into the water to collect their baby when the Hex (he assumes) does them the favour of letting one long push be sufficient to expel him. Him. Jimmy and Darcy’s son.

He’s beaming through the happy tears, delicately wiping at the wailing baby with the towel and passing him into Darcy’s outstretched arms as she shakes with astonished laughter, hair wet, head resting back against the jut of the faucet.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he jokes.

Darcy sits up, sending a splash of water over the side of the bathtub to slap the floor, and he knows the Hex is interfering again to make her capable of anything besides exhaustion after what she just accomplished. She twists sideways in the tub until she’s closer to Jimmy. He wraps an arm around her wet shoulders and peers down at the face of their boy, already drowsy after exercising his tiny lungs. Jimmy can feel Darcy studying his face.

“Jimmy Woo Junior?” she asks.

And he knows the rest is going to be gravy.

—

Inside the Hex, the magic of television is real. They didn’t need to fake Darcy’s pregnancy with a cushion to make her belly, round and taut as a beach ball, disappear entirely only minutes after giving birth. They didn’t need a set of twins or triplets playing Jimmy Woo Jr. to swap in a quiet baby for one that starts to cry. There’s no trick lighting or fudged angles, just Darcy sitting on the couch (in dry, non-maternity clothes) catching their amazingly calm, less than an hour-old son up on the details of his origin story—Darcy’s wording.

It’s shaping up to be a nice, if highly unusual, family day in, until the tension starts to mount on-screen. Probably something Jimmy could’ve caught sooner if he weren’t spending 50 seconds out of every minute stroking the baby’s teeny-weeny hands while he hopes Jimmy Jr. retains zero memory of his dad’s mustache. When he hears Monica mention Wanda’s brother by name, he’s fully alert to the episode and knows he has to act. That close to Wanda, Monica’s control should be fully suppressed beneath the character of Geraldine. If she’s breaking through to ask Wanda person questions, questions that are almost definitely going to provoke an emotional response, Monica must be fighting like crazy to surface. Jimmy decides that’s his signal to get over there and help bring this thing to a satisfying conclusion so they can all leave the Hex.

“You’re not going to Wanda’s without me,” Darcy informs him, planted in front of the door when Jimmy returns from grabbing his keys.

“Darcy, you can’t. The baby. I’d stay with him and let you go, but I’ve never heard you mention particular skill in hand-to-hand combat and I can’t guarantee things won’t turn violent.”

She snorts.

“Liar. I could be the world’s biggest hand-to-hand badass and you’d still be trying to protect me right now.”

He stares at her and Darcy stubbornly lifts her chin as she holds his eyes.

“Ok,” Jimmy concedes, “yes, I would.”

“Please don’t leave us here,” she says, cheek pressed to the baby’s. No, no, no, he can already feel himself wanting to surrender, to have them with him. Darcy kisses their son’s face, then holds his hand to gesture while she pitches her voice higher, pretending to speak for Jimmy Jr. “I want to meet Auntie Monica.”

He gives her a look and reaches past her to open the door. Instead of trying to exit around his family, he waves Darcy through ahead of him. (She looks down at the baby in her arms and goes “Yaaaay! Isn’t Daddy a soft touch?”)

“You didn’t persuade me,” he says, leading them to the car and holding the door for Darcy while she climbs into the back seat with the baby. “This is strategic.”

“Is the strategy common sense? I feel like you should’ve gone with that from the beginning. Bringing a scientist to a magic fight is good thinking, for, like, balance and shit.”

Jimmy backs down the driveway as gently as he can. Their car’s been modernized (well, for the latest decade) and while it now has seatbelts, it wasn’t equipped with a car seat for their son. He’s going to have to drive with the utmost care.

“Hopefully, there won’t be a fight,” he reminds Darcy, “but if there is, you won’t be anywhere near it. You and Jimmy Junior are staying in the car. Alright?”

When he darts his gaze to the rear-view mirror, he sees his wife looking out her window, making a show of not listening to him. Jimmy sighs.

Without thinking, he navigates back to the street where they dropped Monica off yesterday. Wanda’s house is just down from Dottie’s; he remembers the number from watching WandaVision. Jimmy draws up to the curb and parks. He glances back at Darcy, but she’s still ignoring him.

“I’ll try to be right back,” he tells her anyway, eyes dropping longingly to the serene face of his sleeping son. He’s heard that about babies and car rides.

Jogging up the driveway, he does a doubletake of a ragged slash in the wall between Wanda’s property and her neighbour’s. There’s not exactly anything wrong with a damaged cinderblock or an amateur handyman job, but the crevice in the stone stands out in a world so aggressively styled and manicured.

Wishing for the reassurance of his gun at his hip in case things go south (it’s the first time he’s even thought about the gun since the night he and Darcy arrived), Jimmy enters the Vision residence without knocking.

Orienting himself to what he was just watching on TV in a house less than a mile from here, he walks across the entryway, attracting the attention of both Wanda and Monica. They’re standing across from each other in the living room. Raising his hands to show he intends no harm, Jimmy sweeps his eyes over the scene in assessment, like he has a hundred times before. Monica’s expression is alarmed under superficial friendliness—the look of someone trying to placate an attacker. With her aggressive, forward-leaning posture and the way she’s positioned herself between Monica and the cribs (he’s surprised to see more than one, but he did miss some of the episode while he was delivering his son in their bathtub), Wanda fits that role.

“Wanda,” he says, taking a step towards the seating area, “you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Are you working with her?” Wanda demands. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”

“James Woo. I’m not here to hurt you. Neither is Geraldine.”

“You don’t want to hurt me? Then why do you come asking questions? Saying things—” He can see her chin wobble from here as she teeters on the edge of tears. “—about Pietro. You didn’t know my brother.”

Her statement is directed at Monica, but Jimmy tries to bring her focus back to him. Of himself and the Captain, he’s the one with an exit at his back, whereas Monica’s hemmed in by a large bookcase.

“I didn’t know your brother,” Jimmy agrees. “I do know about him, but we don’t need to talk about that. I don’t want to upset you, Wanda, I just want you to let me leave with Geraldine.”

“Oh, I’ll let you leave,” Wanda says, cocking her head as she raises her hands. This motion conveys the opposite meaning to Jimmy’s—she does intend them harm.

He’s contemplating what’ll happen if he tries to rush her when Darcy charges through the front door he left open.

“Don’t!” Jimmy gasps, making a grab for her, but his body is tense with caution and Darcy has the momentum to dodge him, stepping down the level into the living room.

“Look,” Darcy demands of Wanda, whose expression is torn as she chooses between facing Monica and this new intruder.

Jimmy’s mentally composing and rejecting ideas of how to proceed when their unwelcoming host lowers her hands. She’s looking where Darcy directed her to, at the baby in Darcy’s arms.

“He was born less than an hour ago, and I only found out I was pregnant yesterday, but that doesn’t matter. I know it’s the same for you, the circumstances and the… yeah, whatever. You know about the Big Bang, right?” she continues, jumping to the next thought.

“Yes,” Wanda says carefully.

Jimmy’s terrified to move closer and set Wanda on the offensive again. He glances at Monica, who seems to be thinking the same thing, frozen in place.

“From nothing to so much, in an instant,” Darcy’s saying in her condensed history of the universe. “Science is supposed to be full of all these rules. Like, every scientist dude important enough to remember had some law or formula or method that we map everything on top of when we’re pretending we understand all this. Being in science isn’t a goal I’ve had for a long time—I mean, I probably wouldn’t be in it now if the world hadn’t more or less ended—and if all I ever heard about the workings of the universe was rules, I would’ve stayed away. Who likes rules, right? Who wants to be told that things are the way they are because something outside of your control says so? My point is…”

She takes a deep breath, then another one, shifting until she’s blocking Wanda’s expression from Jimmy’s view.

“Sorry, I just gave birth, you know how it is,” Darcy says when she goes on. Jimmy’s stricken with exasperation, adoration, fear, and pride. “My point is that I love science because, while science is laws and rules and equations, science is also standing outside at night and staring up at the dark. There are explanations for every light that’s up there and why, even when you’re away from big cities and the sky seems so black and close, you don’t fall up into it, although it kinda feels like you could. Science can tell me why, and it still feels like magic when I look at the stars. And we’ve all been traveling out here in space together, getting made and unmade and made again because the right ingredients needed to create something as precious as a planet, or a baby, or the clay that’ll make the bricks that’ll make the house never disappear. Suns explode, asteroids collide and get chipped away… things can separate down to their smallest part, life can…”

“End?” Wanda asks.

Jimmy’s stunned to hear the word come out choked. Cautiously, he leans to get a glimpse of Wanda’s face. It’s covered in tears. Darcy’s nodding.

“But everything’s valuable. All matter gets reused.” Jimmy wants to grab her and pull her to safety when she takes a step closer to Wanda. “I get it if you’re sad and you’re not ready to talk about it. I’m not gonna say it’s ok, because I’ve heard Monica’s testimonial on exactly how much it sucks to have you in her head, but I do think you should let us leave now so you have a few friends out there when you inevitably need people on your side.”

“You can go,” Wanda agrees, swiping at her nose. “I won’t hurt your baby.”

“You’re not going to hurt my friend either,” Darcy says, beckoning for Monica to cross the room behind her. “Or my husband.”

“No,” Wanda says.

Monica reaches Jimmy and they wait for Darcy in the entryway.

“I bet all that control feel really good,” Darcy theorizes. “Taking it into your own hands. But I think you know that focusing on the beautiful, magical stuff doesn’t mean the rules no longer exist. Maybe you can find a way to accept them both.”

“It’s time for you to leave,” Wanda says, firmer now.

“Not looking for a life coach, got it.”

She joins Jimmy and Monica, bouncing the baby lightly in her arms. Wanda ushers them out of the house ahead of her. Jimmy glances back to see her close the door after herself with a twist and red glow of her hands.

“What about waiting in the car?” he mutters to Darcy as they stride down the lawn.

His self-proclaimed wife stares at him.

“I’m not the kind of person who waits in the car. Would the kind of person who waits in the car give a speech like that?”

Jimmy’s at an honest-to-goodness loss for words.

She gets into the car willingly enough now, Jimmy in the passenger’s seat while Monica slides behind the wheel.

“Wanda’s told me how to stand, how to move, how to walk since I got in here,” Monica says, turning the key in the ignition. “I’m driving myself out.”

“It’ll part for you when you get there,” Wanda calls to them from the lawn. “The barrier. I suggest you do not attempt to enter again.”

“I think we’ve all had our fill,” Jimmy informs her cheerfully through his rolled-down window.

She doesn’t respond to this, so Monica executes a three-point turn and takes them back up the street the way they came. From there, they turn out of the subdivision, but Jimmy snags a last look at Wanda through the back window. There’s a light breeze blowing her dress and hair and she looks like she could be anyone. A suburban mom of twins? Why not. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again in person, but he has plans to catch her show.

“Wanda’s changed the roads,” Monica says as she drives. For his son’s sake, Jimmy’s grateful that she isn’t speeding, though he wouldn’t blame her for trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. “None of them lead out of town.”

“Literal tourist trap. Brilliant,” Darcy declares from the back seat. Jimmy reaches an arm back blindly and feels her close her hand around his.

“But,” Monica adds, “I remember Ellis Avenue being the closest cross street to the edge of town. We find that, then drive over the grass. Things may get a little bumpy.”

“We’ll survive.”

Jimmy twists around to look at Darcy. He nods. They will. They’ll survive.

They cross Ellis and take the car off-road. The barrier remains invisible, but…

“I can feel it,” Darcy says.

“Like we did the day we came in,” Jimmy recalls.

“It still wants us out,” Monica interprets. He sees her staring uneasily ahead. “Was I naïve to think I could change anything by coming in here?”

“No, Captain. It was brave.”

“Didn’t work though. We aren’t leaving with Wanda.”

“It could work,” Darcy says. “We left her with a few things to think about. We’ll watch WandaVision and see.”

“That’ll be strange after being a part of it.”

“You think so?” Jimmy wonders. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and the sunshine, playing with Darcy’s fingers laced through his. “I think it’s returning to regular life that’s going to feel strange. Out there, it’s easy to see all this as a TV show, but everything in here is real.”

“We’ll make Hayward understand that.”

“I’m bringing back some compelling evidence,” Darcy says, followed by kissy sounds directed at Jimmy Jr.

The air just a couple of car lengths ahead of them abruptly glows red as Wanda reveals the wall of the Hex. Jimmy and Monica exchange a look, but she doesn’t slow down. They pass through without resistance. All of a sudden, it’s night. Monica lets out a relieved sigh.

The S.W.O.R.D. base is looming, exterior lights ablaze, but Jimmy looks backwards, checking that Darcy and the baby are alright.

“Same as you left us,” she says, pulling back the blanket to show him the face of his son.

He gives her a slightly melancholic smile.

“Not quite, Dr. Lewis.”

“I’ll have a lot of work to do,” Darcy notes thoughtfully, “but time for you and me to go on dates will be on my list of demands.”

“You have a list of demands?” Monica asks, laughter in her voice.

“After being forced into the Hex, where I could’ve lost my life? Fuck yes, I have a list.”

“What else are you asking for?”

“The coffee I requested on day one and a desk in a better spot so there’s room next to it for the crib that will also be on my list.”

Monica laughs aloud now.

“Is this a benefits negotiation or a baby shower registry?”

“Let’s get back to the part where we’re going on dates,” Jimmy says. “How’s that going to work?”

“Jimmy, darlin’,” Darcy begins, “will you go out with me?”

He leans to look around his seat at her.

“Darcy, we were married. We have a baby. Don’t you think we can—”

“Answer the question, Agent Woo.”

“Of course I’ll go out with you,” he says.

“And that’s how it works. Easy-peasy.”

She gives his hand a squeeze before releasing it to hold Jimmy Jr. more securely as Monica pulls up to a building and brakes. Already, S.W.O.R.D. agents are rushing out to meet them, but Jimmy drops back against his seat and smiles to himself.

“‘Easy-peasy.’”

#my writing #Hex Life #wandavision #wandavision spoilers #Darcy Lewis #Jimmy Woo #Darcy Lewis x Jimmy Woo #Darcy x Jimmy

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wholesomemendes · 4 years ago

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Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s Shawn’s 22nd Birthday and you’re celebrating with him before his big party.

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Shawn! Ok couple things: 1) I’m sorry I haven’t been as active recently I should be posting something next week 2) We’re going to pretend covid isn’t a thing in this fic because he’s going to a party 3) This is unedited and I had to rush the ending because I’m leaving for dance in 5 minutes and I haven’t eaten or done my hair yet 4) I don’t know what this picture is but it was all I decided on in my two seconds of searching. Anyways it’s 1.7k of fluff so I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

The bright light of the sun began to peak its head into the cozy bedroom of the condo you shared with your boyfriend. You could feel his soft breath on your neck from where his head was cuddled into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your back flush against his chest. Your legs were tangled together and Shawn’s grip on your body wasn’t letting up anytime soon, but you managed to carefully maneuver your body so that you were able to face him comfortably. Being so close to him allowed you to take a moment to just appreciate the man in front of you, the one that loved you unconditionally every single day and owned your entire heart. His lashes fanned over his face, his cheeks tinted red from sleep, leading you to brush up a gentle hand to graze over his soft skin. You brought your hand up to his mop of curls that were perched on the top of his head, allowing yourself to run your fingers through them, taming the fluffy mess they became from sleep in the process. Shawn leaned his head further into your hand absentmindedly, enjoying the comforting feeling of your touch even in his sleep. You placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, smiling to yourself when a content smile formed on his face and he pulled your body impossibly closer to his. Breathing in his scent as you were pressed up to his chest, you left one last lingering kiss to his bare chest before attempting to wiggle your way out of his grasp without waking him. Even with his tight grip on you, you somehow managed to escape his hold, but just as you went to push yourself off of the bed, you heard a deep voice groaning behind you. “Baby?” Shawn spoke, his groggy morning voice making your head turn around to see his face as his arm searched for you, “Where’d you go?”

Your fingers found his on the mattress and he sighed contently, eyes still shut, mind half asleep, “I’m right here bubs, I didn’t go anywhere.”

“Come lay back down then,” he whined, trying to pull you down by your connected hands, “The bed’s cold without you.”

“I just sat up,” you laughed, but allowed him to sleepily pull you down anyways. He brought you to his chest once again, nuzzling his face into your shoulder and playfully biting on the soft skin he found from where the oversized shirt you had stolen from him had fallen off slightly from your actions. When you giggled in response he pulled back, slowly opening his eyes so that you were met with his bright brown eyes. There was still sleep evident in them, and the sleepy smile he gave you was only more proof, but he still lightly traced your face with his finger, only stopping once he pushed back a strand of hair behind your ear and rested his hand in front of you.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw, “Happy birthday, rockstar.”

“Mhm,” Shawn looked down at you, moving his body so that his face was level with you. He leaned down so his lips were ghosting yours, eyes boring into you, “Thank you, baby. You gonna give me a birthday kiss?”

“Maybe,” you teased, tongue coming out to wet your lips, the tip of it touching his lips in the process.

“Excuse me?” The raspiness in his voice and the cocky smirk on his lips ignited something in your lower stomach but you ignored it for the time being, focusing instead on the way his eyes were staring into yours, “You’re going to deny the birthday boy a kiss?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well let me decide for you,” and with that he leaned forward that final inch, connect your lips in a gentle kiss that still held so much passion. He held your hand in his much larger one, placing it above his chest over his heart while his lips moved with yours, your hands feeling how fast his heart was beating for you while yours mimicked the same beat. “Can’t believe you were gonna leave me this morning.”

You let out a playful scoff at his words and rolled your eyes, earning a pinch to your side that you laughed through. “If you must know I was planning on making you a birthday breakfast in bed before someone rudely interrupted my plans.”

“Well excuse me for wanting some cuddles with my girl.”

“And excuse me for wanting to do something nice for my boyfriend on his birthday.”

“You already did something nice for me, you let me pull you back in bed,” he smiled, giving you a small peck on your lips again.

“Am I allowed to make you breakfast now?”

Shawn pretended to be lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head and in one swift motion, he had you laying on your back with his arms holding himself above you. He connected your lips softly, taking your bottom lip between his and sucking gently, causing you to arch into him to be ever so closer to his body. He released from you with a pop, trailing his kisses down your body until he reached your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes with those big brown eyes of his, “Think I want to have a little snack before breakfast if that’s ok with you.” ______________

“Is it bad that I just want to spend my birthday here with you all day?”

You look up from your breakfast of waffles (gluten free of course), sausage, eggs and fruit at your beloved boyfriend that is sitting next to you, his left hand rubbing light circles over your thigh he had placed on his own. “Usually I would love to hear you say you want to stay in, but unfortunately you’re a pretty popular person and there’s a lot of people that want to wish you happy birthday.”

His face turned into a childish pout and he leaned over the table to rest his head on your shoulder, “But I just want to spend my birthday with you! Preferably naked if possible.”

You swatted his shoulder playfully, earning a deep chuckle from him in response, “God you’re such a boy.”

“But I’m your boy.”

“Damn right you are.” ______________

“Baby, have you seen my floral shirt?” Shawn called from the bedroom as you stood in the bathroom doing the finishing touches on your hair.

“Yeah it’s hanging in the laundry room, I made sure it was clean before today.”

“Thank you!” You could hear the pitter patter of his footsteps leading out of the bedroom and you curled your last strand of hair, placing the curler down to fix them up with your hands. You were always very critical of your appearance when you went out with Shawn, especially to big social events like this, because you knew you would be all over fan accounts pages the second a clip of the two of you was released. The thought didn’t stress you out as much as it used to, it felt almost like second nature at this point, but you were still conscious of how you looked and what you were doing when there were extra eyes and cameras on you. “You ready babe?”

“Yeah, just give me one second!” You sprayed your hair with hairspray quickly before doing a final once over, seemingly satisfied with the outcome. Leaving the bathroom, you were immediately greeted with Shawn sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand, but his eyes lifted up at the sound of the door and his mouth dropped open.

“Wow,” he breathed out, standing up so that he could run his hands over the sides of your dress. It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black bodycon dress that hugged your curves just right and you knew would drive him crazy. You had chosen black as to not stand out as much in pictures and videos, but you made up for it by wearing a glittery pair of heels and taking extra time to do your hair and makeup. You felt good. Confident. And the way Shawn was looking you up and down like he wanted to take you right then and there only boosted your ego that much more. “God you’re gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?”

“I should be asking you that question, I mean look at you, you’re looking dashing as ever.” Your hands smoothed down the fabric of his silk-like shirt, your fingers unbuttoning an extra button to expose his chest a little more.

“You want more of my chest showing?” he teased, hands coming to hold your wrists as you raked your fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah, it’s hot when you unbutton it a little more than usual.”

“Then I’ll keep it like that. Gotta step up my game when you look like that.” You rolled your eyes at his compliments and he surged forward to capture your lips in his, a kiss you both smiled through.

“Wait! I want to give you your present before we go.” Shawn released you as you turned to your dresser where you had hidden the small box and card, watching with those curious eyes of his. “Sit.”

He followed your command before you handed him his present and this time your eyes were the curious ones, waiting for any new emotion to show on his face as he opened the card. His eyes scanned the page and he smiled at the paragraph you had written him, eyes brightening with love over what you had wrote. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You gave him a soft kiss on his lips then waited for him to open up the gift. He carefully teared the paper open, not wanting to accidentally ruin anything inside. A black box revealed itself to him and he looked at you curiously before opening up the lid. Inside was a solid gold ring with delicate floral engravings on the outside and the words Go Get ‘Em Rockstar <3 Y/n etched into the inside. Tears began to form in his eyes as he delicately lifted the ring out of its holder, eyeing the intricate detail of it. “You were saying how you wanted a ring that meant something to you that you could also wear all the time to even award shows so I thought maybe this would do the trick. It’s our tradition for me to say that to you before a show and stuff so I don’t know, I just thought….”

Shawn grabbed your face in his hands, passionately connecting your lips to his while still holding the ring between his fingers. The metal was cool on your cheeks, but it only made you feel as though he truly appreciated the thought. “I love it so much, just like I love you. Thank you so much, you always make my birthdays the happiest.”

“You haven’t even gone to your party yet…”

“I don’t care. You’re all I need for my birthday. I can never thank you enough.”

“You’re welcome bubs, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Happy Birthday Shawn.”

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 10*

CHAPTER NINE

FINALE/EPILOGUE

So here's the thing:

I'm actually almost done writing this story, but I have so much written that I need to split it up so...the way I did it because I REFUSE to have odd number of chapters is that this is the technical "end" of the story. Yes. I know.

BUT--

The "epilogue" is coming out in a few hours, and really it's the ending so don't worry okay? And I say that because you will worry. A LOT.

Anyway enjoy!

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You were in the middle of your mental breakdown when you heard a voice that made your blood run cold.

“Izzie, Izzie, Izzie….”

You raised your head to see Lewis grinning wildly like a mad man.

“Don’t you know by now? You’re never going to get rid of me,” He continued to grin wickedly. “And no man is ever going to love you the way I do,”

“T-That’s not true,” You whispered while you shook your head.

“Isn’t it? I could hear your little exchange in there,” His voice was soft and cruel, he knew how to manipulate your mind so easily.

“Barba was just using you for some sex on the side, probably wanting you to do things his little ginger wouldn’t dare think of. Things a respectable woman wouldn’t do. He figured a cute little stupid thing like you would do anything for a big fancy lawyer,”

“That’s not true,” You tried to block his voice out, curling your knees up into your chest and shutting your eyes.

“It’s absolutely true and you know it,” He continued to torment you with his cruel words. “Now, just untie me and I promise to let the happy couple go, that mean old ADA won’t hurt you anymore with his lies,”

“You’re the liar,” You growled.

“Am I?” He asked you in a sincere voice. “Have I ever been anything but faithful to you? Have I not gotten you anything you ever wanted? Did I not keep you happy?”

“Not when you were abusing me, Tommy,” You spit at him.

“Alright, well sure I had a temper. But I’ve never been anything but honest with you, and you know it,” He continued.

“Come on baby, just untie me. We can punish that ADA together,” He whispered.

“I….”

“I don’t think so,” Olivia’s voice came from behind you before the cattle prod was being pushed passed you and hitting Lewis for several seconds. He screamed out in pain and convulsed wildly before going unconscious again.

You blinked several times as Lewis’s voice faded from your throughs. It was as if you were being knocked out of a trance. You finally looked at Olivia with an embarrassed face.

“...Thank you,” You muttered. “I should have--”

“No, don’t do that,” She stopped you. “Don’t apologize for anything. That guy is a monster, he’ll say anything to anyone. He knows how to get in your head, I’m sure you know that,”

“A smarter person wouldn’t let him,” You pushed your hair behind your ears. “You didn’t,”

“I almost did, trust me,” She put a hand to your shoulder. “He’s the closest anyone has gotten inside my head. But he definitely scared the shit out of me,”

“...Right,” You shook your head, not feeling worthy of her compassion. You had almost just let a psychopath get back to his reign of terror because of simple words.

“Look I know it’s uncomfortable, but I think you should probably wait with us in the living room,”

“...Right,” You nodded and followed her back to your living room where Rafael held his head in his hands. He immediately looked up at the two of you in concern.

“What happened?! I heard Lewis scream,” He asked worriedly.

“We handled it,” Olivia dismissed his worries.

“Y/N I---” Rafael was interrupted by a banging at the door.

“LIV! BARBA! You okay?” Rafael heard Fin’s came booming through the door. Liv ran over and opened it, letting in her squad and several paramedics and cops. They began filling your apartment, throwing Rafael on a gurney and checking you and Olivia out.

“We’re going to need to take you to the hospital, ma’am,” One paramedic informed you.

“Oh it’s fine I’ve dealt with this before, if I just wrap it and let it set it’s--”

“Uh, ma’am I don’t know what you’ve been told, but this wrist needs medical attention,”

“Oh,” You felt your face grow hot. You had been so used to having broken bones kept under wraps you clearly had no regard for yourself.

“Right, yeah ok whatever,” You shrugged as you followed the paramedic down the hall. Before the elevator arrived a cop came running after you.

“Oh ma’am, we’re going to need to keep your apartment vacant for a few days, it’s an official crime scene,” He informed you. “Do you have anywhere to stay?”

“Yeah, I have a dorm room,” You nodded, but suddenly remembered Zipper and Dash. “My cats though, I don’t have anywhere for my cats,”

“Um I don’t want to alarm you ma’am but we haven’t seen any cats,”

“They’re scared of strangers,” You assured him. “They’ve probably been hiding since Lewis brought me here,”

“Ah,” He nodded. “Well, do you think they will come out any time soon?”

“As long as there’s strangers in there? No,” You shook your head.

“Well, I suppose they can stay,” He sighed, not really wanting to deal with animals. That was below his pay grade for sure.

“Great,” You nodded, just as the elevator arrived. “Thanks officer,”

“We’ll need to get your statement at the hospital as well,”

“Awesome,” You rolled your eyes as the elevator doors closed.

Even more ‘awesome’ awaited you in the parking lot, when you realized there was only one ambulance. And Olivia and Rafael were already in it.

“Oh, no look I’m sure there’s no room for me in there--”

“No ma’am you’re fine, there’s one more seat next to Ms. Benson,” The paramedic assured you as he led you to the ambulance and helped you inside to sit next to Olivia. Rafael was hooked up to oxygen while strapped into the gurney, he blinked at you with sad eyes.

“Great…” You sighed, trying not to look at him.

The ride to the hospital was silent and awkward, Olivia was stroking Rafael’s hair while he laid there incapacitated. She hated seeing him like this, so small and pitiful. He was usually so smooth and strong, quick with the quips and attitude.

“You know he was telling the truth,” She said softly while still stroking him and looking in his eyes. They softened in appreciation when she spoke.

“I’m sorry?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” She turned to look at you.

“Could’ve fooled me,” You gestured to her comforting pets.

“I’m his best friend,” She explained. “I know he likes to have his hair stroked when he’s sick. His abuela used to do it when he was a child,” You looked at Rafael who softly nodded, confirming her explanation.

“Yeah, well--” You looked at the floor of the ambulance. “I wouldn’t know that. I wouldn’t know anything, because I don’t know him,”

“But you could,”

“Can we just--?” You gave them both a look that you were really not in the mood to discuss this right now.

“Yeah, sorry,” Olivia nodded before looking at Rafael and mouthed “I tried”. He nodded in appreciation, weakly squeezing her hand.

Finally you reached the hospital. Nurses helped you out of the vehicle while others pulled Rafael out and rushed him inside in front of you and Olivia. You were both escorted opposite ways by nurses to get checked out yourselves.

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After a few hours your wrist had been splinted, and your bruises and cuts were cleaned and patched. You had actually never been this taken care of in a long time-- maybe ever. You had learned to just live with your injuries from Lewis, you didn’t think you deserved it after letting him do that to you. While you were being discharged, you heard a voice you never expected.

“Y/N!!!” You looked up to see your dorm mate Kyra come running over to you.

“Kyra, what--- what are you doing here?”

“I’m your emergency contact, duh,” She gestured like it was the most obvious thing. “Although I’m such a horrible contact, I should have noticed you were in trouble when you didn’t show up last night. I am so sorry, Y/N!” She threw her arms around you, hitting your broken wrist.

“Oww,” You winced in pain, making her jump back.

“Oh my God,” She made a face, “I’m so sorry love, oh God are you okay?”

“Yeah, no I’m fine,” You nodded “Let’s just go home,”

Out of nowhere came Olivia, stopping the two of you before you reached the front door.

“Oh for fuck’s sake--” You muttered under your breath.

“Who’s this?” Olivia nodded at Kyra.

“This is my dorm mate, Kyra,”

“Oh my god is this the cop you were with? Ma’am I am so sorry, I should have checked--”

“It’s fine sweetie,” She interjected. “Really,” Then she turned her attention to you. “Aren’t you going to go say goodbye to Rafael?”

“....Why would I do that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh I don’t know, in case he dies and the last thing he hears from you is some bullshit about being ‘done’ with him?” Olivia crossed her arms.

“Are you seriously trying to guilt me into going to see him?” You scoffed in disbelief. How dare she?

“I’m just saying,” She shrugged. “If you’re going to disappear on him I think he at the very least deserves a proper goodbye from you. I think you owe him that,”

“Owe him?” You scoffed. “Are you kidding me?”

“You got him kidnapped and shot Y/N, so yeah I think you owe him,” She narrowed her eyes.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes as you stomped off towards a room you saw them take Rafael to earlier, you assumed from a surgery. You entered the room just as the doctor was leaving.

“Oh hello, I was just telling your husb--” He started to tell you.

“He’s not my husband,”

“Oh sorry, I was telling your boyfr--”

“He’s NOT my boyfriend,”

“....Right, okay well I was telling this man, that he’s pretty lucky,” The doctor finally gave up trying to guess the nature of your relationship.

“Lucky to get shot?” You rolled your eyes.

“No, he’s lucky someone pulled the bullet out of his wound before tying it up. That thing could have embedded itself within the tissue and he would have gone septic,”

“Meaning…?”

“He would have lost his leg, or died,” Your face dropped when the words came out of his mouth.

He could have died. You could have gotten him killed. Forget your well being, he didn’t deserve to die because he had the misfortune of meeting you.

“He’s lucky to have a guardian angel,” The doctor gave you a knowing look.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure guardian angels don’t get their charges shot in the first place,”

“Don’t listen to her,” Rafael’s voice came from behind the two of you. “She is my angel,”

“He’s hopped up on pain meds,” You pointed out his amorous statement.

“....I wouldn’t be so sure,” He walked out with a smile. You rolled your eyes once again but moved closer to Rafael’s bed. You went to take his hands, but you thought better of it. You didn’t want to make this any harder.

“I’m glad you stayed,” He decided to hold your hands himself, but you pulled away.

“I stayed because I was getting this treated,” You presented your wrist. “And now I’m leaving with my dorm mate. But Olivia said I ‘owe’ you a goodbye so--”

“You ‘owe' me?” He snorted sarcastically. “God I love Olivia, but she’s so--”

“Bitchy?” You half laughed.

“Overprotective,” He corrected you.

“Well, I’m sure you guys can protect each other from now on, without me getting you shot,”

“You didn’t get me--”

“Yeah but I did though,” You cut him off. “If you had never met me, Lewis wouldn’t have cared about hurting you,”

“I’m pretty sure he would have wanted to anyway, he only showed up to my office to find out information about me,” He pointed out.

“Well, whatever,” You waved away his absolutions. “It happened, and I’m sorry,”

“You don’t have to be--”

“I don’t care, Rafael. Just-- just let me apologize, let me feel guilty. Just take care of yourself, okay?” You started to back away from his bed.

“I’d rather you take care of me,”

“Yeah well,” You ran your fingers through your hair. “That’s too bad, because I’m leaving here and I’m not looking back,” You turned to leave.

“So I’ll see you Monday,” You could hear the smirk in his voice. He really wasn’t getting this.

“No, you won’t,” You sighed. “I told Rita I’m resigning from my position,”

“Because of me?” He cocked his head to the side like a puppy dog.

“Because I was just held hostage by my abusive husband and I’m pretty traumatized by it, Rafael! I think I deserve a bit of fucking time to….collect myself,” You tried to find a word for ‘keep your sanity’,”

“You’re not ‘collecting yourself’, you’re running,” He challenged you.

“Excuse the fuck out of you,” Your eyes filled with flames. “I am NOT running--”

“Yes you are!” He interjected angrily. “When something bad happens to you, you can’t deal with it so you just run,”

“You absolutely completely insensitive narcissistic prick,” You growled. “How dare you fucking say that to me! After everything I told you, after everything you know I went through with Lewis,”

“Alright that may have been--,”

“See this?” You referenced his cold tactic trying to get you to stay with him. “This is why I’m leaving. You bit back tears even harder.

“What?” He asked you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Rafael I have--” You searched for the words. “...Had feelings for you, for a long time now,” You took a deep breath, refusing to break down now. You had gotten this far, just say your piece and leave.

“But you,” You shook your head with a dry laugh. “You didn’t even see me, not until I was finally something you wanted to look at,”

“That’s not fair--”

“YES, it is!” You weren’t letting him win this. “That's exactly what happened!”

“Not, not really--”

“Yes, really,” You finally couldn’t hold back the tears overflowing from your pupils. “You think you have these ‘feelings’ for me, and it’s completely superficial!”

“....But it doesn't have to be,” He finally conceded that he really didn’t know anything about you, except that you were adorably awkward and looked great in his shirt. “Not if we get to know each other,”

“I don’t want to get to know each other, because I already know you,” You shook your head, looking at the floor. You couldn’t look in his eyes right now, you knew you’d cave.

“No you don’t. You have just as superficial feelings for me that I have for you,” He argued.

“I know what I need to know about you to know I don’t want to know any more,” You bit back.

“That is so--”

“I don’t care what it is!” You did your best not to scream at him but you were fighting a losing battle.

He was right, you didn’t really know anything about him besides he knew how to work a suit, smelled amazing, and was a great kisser. But he flipped so easily on you, and the fact remained that he did only notice you once you were parading yourself half naked. You had to get out of here before you betrayed yourself.

“I-- I made my decision, and if you care anything about me like you claim to, then you’ll just leave me the hell alone,” You reached for the door, tears dripping down your face.

“...Okay,” He finally conceded, looking down at his blanket. Tears filled his eyes now. He knew you were right, if he really cared about you he’d stop causing you pain.

“Okay,” You nodded again before walking out the door, leaving Rafael alone.

“Let’s go,” You told Kyra while you wiped away your tears and kept walking before she could answer.

“What happened?” She asked you as she tried keeping up with you, but you were on a mission to get the hell out of there.

“Nothing,” You mumbled, really not wanting to talk about it.

“...Wasn’t that the guy you’ve had a crush on for months?” Kyra asked while glancing back towards the hospital.

“No...yes...maybe,” You shook your head but refused to stop walking.

“So why did you tell him you never wanted to see him again?!”

“Because...it’s...it’s complicated, Kyra,”

“You know,” She finally grabbed your shoulder, preventing you from walking any further. “Nothing worth having is simple,”

“Thank you, Nostradamus,”

“I just...don’t want to see you unhappy, Y/N,” She gave you a sad look.

“I appreciate it, Kyra,” You threw an arm over her shoulder. “You’re a good friend,”

Despite Kyra’s advice, you kept true to your word. You quit Rita’s job, to which she completely understood and still wrote you a glowing recommendation to use wherever you applied after law school. You kept your head in the books for the rest of your law school career, graduating in the top 2% of your class. Soon after that, you had several of the most prestigious law firms banging at your door to come work for them. You asked Kyra to move into the penthouse with you after you graduated so you weren’t alone in that big place all by yourself. And the cats of course.

You had everything you ever wanted, everything you worked so hard for. Everything you never thought was possible when you were living in fear of your life every night. Your life was perfect.

So why did it feel like something was missing?

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the-most-slytherin-hufflepuff · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6

I manged to finish chapter 6 😃. I’m so excited about this one. I had so much fun and I hope y’all like it. Inspiration for the fic comes from @heyitssmiller and her fabulous anons. Credit for the characters goes to @lumosinlove

To say he was nervous was a gross understatement. Leo had spent his whole life behind the tower’s walls, and now he was going to a place full of people. He was going to meet Finn and Logan’s family.

Leo stopped in his tracks when he saw the stone building. The orphanage didn’t look the way he expected. It was a house, probably a family estate. It didn’t look scary or intimidating, it looked inviting and warm and like what a home was supposed to be.

It looked like what the tower never was.

Leo heard Finn take a deep breath. “Celeste is going to have our heads.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of Logan. “Yeah, we’re super dead.”

“Worth it”, Finn said softly, looking at Leo. The boy didn’t seem to notice.

The blonde had a worried expression on his face. He had heard Logan and Finn talk about Celeste constantly. She sounded like a great person, if not a little scary, but nothing like what Walburga was like. What worried Leo was that she wouldn’t like him.

He didn’t know why that worried him so much. He’d told the other two as much, they had tried reassuring him. Tried telling him she would like him just fine because, as Logan put it, “what’s not to like”.

“Well, let’s go.” Finn began walking towards the building. “To our, hopefully painless, deaths”.

“I can’t tell if you are joking or not”, Leo sounded worried.

Logan laughed, “they’re joking, trust me.”

Finn turned around to look at Leo, they had a puzzled look on their face before something clicked in their mind.

“Don’t worry, Celeste is a sweetheart she won’t hurt us.”

They opened the door. A small child with long brown hair came running out and jumped on Logan, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“Hey Katie.”

Logan put her down and she looked up at him with a glare. “Logan Tremblay, don’t ever disappear like that again.”

Finn watched Logan get scolded by a small ten year old Katie with an amused face. After glaring at Logan for a few seconds she turned around to look at Finn, she was mad.

“Don’t think I forgot about you. Disappear like that again and I’m taking away your Katie privileges.” She turned to look at Logan, “yours too”.

Leo tried to suppress a laugh as he watched them both apologize profusely. “What are Katie privileges?”

Logan looked at Leo before explaining, “Basically, if she takes away our Katie privileges, we would have to call her Katherine.”

She turned to look at Leo, the anger in her face changing into curiosity.

“Hello, who are you?”

“I’m Leo.” He put his hand out for a handshake.

“Katherine”, she said, shaking Leo’s hand.

“Wow Katie, you’re so classy”, Finn said between giggles, “shaking hands and everything.”

“Shut it Finnegan”.

Logan laughed at Finn’s pouting face. “Lo, you’re sister is making fun of me”.

Logan’s shrug made Finn pout more. Leo wanted to kiss it away.

He shouldn't feel like that about Finn. They had a boyfriend who, Leo realized, he also wanted to kiss. The realization made him startle slightly. He wasn’t exactly surprised, he had dreamt about having a storybook ending since forever. Someone coming to rescue him from the evil inside the tower had been a fantasy of his since he had started reading.

In the story it was always some damsel in the tower. It was always a girl getting rescued by a dashing prince. Finn and Logan weren’t a prince, and he wasn’t a damsel, but Leo found that he really didn’t care. They had gotten him out of his own personal hell, that he had lived in for years, and he loved them for that.

Leo had known Finn and Logan for about three days, and he knew almost nothing about them, but he knew enough to know that what he felt wasn’t just gratitude. They were patient with him when he didn’t understand things, and made him laugh and got him out of his thoughts when they drifted to the more dangerous of his memories and they were so beyond gentle with him.

They made Leo happy.

They had taken every idea, thought and opinion Walburga had planted into his mind and destroyed every single one of them, and yes maybe somewhere there was someone that would want to take advantage of him the way she always told him the world would, but she already did that.

Walburga was every single danger and horror she preached about. People like her were the reason Leo wasn’t allowed to leave the tower. That’s why he had made the deal with Finn in the first place. He had made a choice between two monsters and he didn’t regret it.

If Leo had chosen to stay, to just give Finn the crown and let them leave without him, he wouldn’t have gotten to know either of them. He wouldn’t have known that there were people out there that could care for him, he wouldn’t have known what kindness and love felt like.

If given the choice again, he would always choose Finn and Logan.

“Leo, are you alright”. He met Logan's worried gaze. Leo blinked slowly, shaking the thoughts from his mind before responding.

“Yeah, I’m ok” he tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Well Katie is already inside and probably announced to the world that we’re here so”, Finn made a motion with their hand, “you may get questioned by an eccentric twenty three year old .”

Leo laughed, Logan was pleased to hear it sounded real. “What do you mean ‘questioned’.”

“June is very curious. She tends to ask a lot of questions.”

“Who’s June?”

“June is Finn’s Katie”, came Logan’s response. “Come on”, he motioned with his hands for Leo and Finn to follow him inside the house.

The inside was interesting to say the least. There were toys and books thrown all over the floor. A boy and girl were running around being chased by Katie, there was who Leo guessed was June, painting the portrait of a woman that was sitting in front of her.

“Alright so, they”, Finn whispered while pointing at the kids, “are Pascal and Celeste’s children. Marc, Adele and well you already met Katie.”

“What about them?”

“That’s June“, they pointed at the girl painting, ”and her girlfriend Heather.

The girls turned at the hushed voices. June’s eyes went wide when she saw Finn. She ran towards them and hugged them tightly.

“June, I can’t breathe.”

“Shut up, you have no say in this”, she said, hugging them tighter. Leo could have sworn he heard Finn’s back crack.

“June”, Heather grabbed June's waist, trying to pry her off of Finn, “love, they need air”.

“June, sweetie, I prefer my partners in one piece”, Logan said between giggles.

June must have decided that Finn had suffered enough, because she let them go, punching them in the arm right after. “Finn soon-to-be Tremblay, I will only say this one, you disappear like that again and I am hurting you.”

Logan blushed slightly at the name, Finn just laughed. “Heather please control your girlfriend before she murders me.”

“Why on earth would I do that Finn.”

“Because you like me and would hate to see me dead?”

Leo felt a slight tug at his hair and looked down. Katie was braiding a small piece of his hair. “Hi”.

Katie looked up at him, “can I braid your hair?” eyes shining with barely suppressed excitement.

Leo thought about it. He wasn’t used to anyone other than Walburga touching his hair, but how could he say no to such a cute kid. “Yeah”.

Katie grabbed his hand and brought him over to where Adele and Marc were seated on cushions with a basket of different colored daisies. When Leo sat down the three of them began braiding the flowers into his hair. It was calming, he liked being able to relax into the feeling of someone doing his hair just because they wanted to. Katie, Adele and Marc didn't have ulterior motives to do this, they didn't know, and even if they did Leo doubted they would want to hurt him like Walburga did.

“Hey”- a girl’s soft voice brought him out of his thoughts- “my name is Adele, this is my brother Marc. What’s your name?”

“Leo. It’s nice meeting you”.

“Why is your hair so long?” Marc said from besides him. He was making a flower crown.

“My caretaker has never let me cut it.” He tried to keep his tone light.

Katie hummed, like never cutting your hair was a completely sane decision. “I wish I didn’t have to cut my hair”, she said before going back to placing flowers on Leo’s hair.

“All done”, Adele said as she placed an orange daisy on Leo’s ear. “Come on, let’s go show Lo and Finn.” She pulled Leo by the arm and dragged him over to where Finn and Logan were sitting with June as she continued to paint Heather.

Katie reached them first. Logan picked her up and sat her on his lap so she could whisper something to him. “We made Leo’s hair pretty.” Logan smiled softly before looking up and seeing Leo.

Logan’s thoughts stumbled over each other. Different versions of the words beautiful and adorable and lovely running through his mind in both English and French. Finn felt a couple faint taps on their leg, but they didn’t pay any attention to it. Their mind couldn't focus on anything that wasn't blonde hair, daisies and soft baby blue eyes.

“What do you think?” Leo asked, twirling so they could have a good view of the braid. Finn made a soft sound while Logan just sighed, a soft smile on his face.

“You look-”, a dreamy sigh left his lungs, Logan couldn’t find words to describe the way Leo looked.

“You look amazing”, Finn had a dopey smile on their face.

“Thank you.” There was a soft blush on Leo’s cheeks, his eyes shining with amusement and something else Logan couldn't recognize. “I think the crown is a nice touch.”

Finn couldn’t have agreed more with the last statement. The crown on Leo’s head was beautiful. It was made of yellow and purple daisies, and it fit Leo perfectly. Resting gently on his head like a halo.

Logan watched Leo crouch down in front of Katie so that she could fix the flowers that had gone out of place with a soft look in his eyes. Both Finn and Logan turned towards each other, brown meeting green, a mutual understanding passing between them.

Leo was great. He was funny and sarcastic and beautiful. Even though they had met Leo less than three days ago it felt like they had known each other for years. Whatever it was that Finn and Logan felt for Leo was right.

They realized that what they felt about Leo was exactly how they felt about each other. They loved Leo. They didn’t know how they fell for someone they had just met, didn’t know when or why or even what it was that made them fall in love in the first place, but it didn’t matter.

Finn and Logan loved Leo and it felt right, and if they had learnt anything through the years it was that things like these didn’t follow order. Love was messy and wild and free and so right.

Finn and Logan loved Leo, they just hoped Leo could love them back.

#finn o'hara #logan tremblay #lumosinlove #o'knutzy tangled au #leo knut #o’knutzy

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orangeoctopi7 · 4 years ago

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Fighting for the Future

I’m a little late, but @stanuary is extending into February, so I’ve still got time to post this!

Sequel to “The Good Old Days?”

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Stanley Pines sat in a bright white, featureless holding room next to his brother, trying vainly to rub the dull, persistent ache out of his back. Just a few minutes ago (but also several thousands of years ago? Time travel was confusing) he’d been back in his teenaged body, and it’d been great! All the aches and pains of old age, gone! It’d been well worth the price of the emotional instability that came with the late stages of puberty. Then the time cops had to come along and drag them back to where-ever and when-ever this was, putting the elderly twins back in their 63 year-old bodies.

The worst part was, they were expected to battle for their freedom in some sort of gladiatorial deathmatch called Globnar. Stan had heard Mabel mention it in passing a couple of times, and from what he understood, they’d be better off in young, limber bodies.

Ford was slightly more anxious about the whole thing. The old researcher had been thrown into a couple of actual gladiatorial rings while he was trapped wandering the multiverse, and he was not looking forward to doing it again, even if Stan did have his back this time. Stan, on the other hand, was hardly concerned. This was the kind of deathmatch that a couple of twelve-year-olds could win. It was going to be a cinch.

The brothers looked up when one of the time cops that had arrested them, Dundgren, appeared in the cell.

“Ok, it took us a while to find someone willing to go up against the guys who defeated the great and terrible Bill Cipher, but we’ve finally found you an opponent for Globnar.” He pressed one of many buttons on his gauntlets and a hologram projected out of his cybernetic eye. “Behold, Dohs Hunthou! The defending Globnar grand champion, with more wins to his name than any other in all of time!”

“You want us to compete against the grand champion for our freedom!?” Ford protested. “Isn’t that a bit unfair?”

“It’s two against one.” Dundgren pointed out.

“Yeah it’s two on one, but we’re old!” Stan countered. “‘Course, if you let us use some time-travel stuff to not be old…”

“De-aging and rapid-aging power-ups are available in several rounds of Globnar.” the time traveler assured them. “It will be up to you to use them as you wish.”

“Power-ups? Seriously? What is this, a video game?” Stan rolled his eyes.

“No. It’s the future.” Dundgren said solemnly. “... By the way, before I go, could I get an autograph for my kids? They’d be really disappointed if I met the guys who defeated Bill Cipher but never got any proof or anything.”

“Um… ok?” Ford agreed, pulling out one of his fountain pens. “W-what do you want us to sign?”

Dundgren’s cybernetic eye focused in on the elder twins, there was a flash, and a little polaroid picture popped out of the time cop’s breastplate.

“Could you make it out to Bobitha and Towch?”

* * *

It wasn’t long before the elderly twins were brought before the Globnar Stadium. Hundreds of people cheered from the stands, all of them wearing ridiculous black clothes with glowy, colorful lines all over them. Stan decided he hated this place.

Standing before them was their opponent, Dohs Hunthou, and he wore the most ridiculous get-up of all. Stan wouldn’t place the guy’s age over 35, and he was jacked. He had a sort of fancy ponytail at the top of his head, a close-cut beard, and a scar across his left eye. His sleeves were ripped off, and his boots reached all the way up to his padded knees. He had spiked gauntlets and only one shoulder pad. Basically, he looked like one of those over-designed muscle-bound guys from one of Soos’s 90’s comics.

“So, you two are the ones who dare challenge me, Dohs Hunthou, the greatest Globnar Champion of all time?”

“Buddy, we didn’t challenge you. You challenged us.” Stan pointed out.

“Our battle will be legendary!”

“Is he even listening to us?” Ford muttered to his brother.

“Yeah, I get the feeling this guy’s a little detached from reality.” Stan nodded.

“Hey!” The time gladiator snapped at them. “Take this seriously! I’m not some push over like that loser the 21st Century children faced! I am the greatest Globnar Champion of all time!”

“Yes, so you’ve mentioned.” Ford said flatly.

“Forgive me for not taking the death-match set up like a video game seriously.” Stan rolled his eyes. “Can we get this started?”

“This is the first Globnar match we have held since Time Baby was disintegrated.” A robot informed them. “Normally he would have started us off, and been the time keeper. Now, we must rely on the Time Board.” It gestured up to a huge scoreboard that towered over the stadium.

“You mean, like, a normal sporting event?” Stan asked.

“We have not had what you would consider a normal sporting event in over sñeventy hundred years.”

A bell rang out across the stadium, signaling the beginning of the match.

“Alright, where are the gladiator weapons?” Stan rubbed his hands together excitedly.

“Oh, we’re not starting with the hand-to-hand combat round.” Hunthou corrected them with a smirk. “The Time Board will determine what our first round is!”

A seemingly endless list of events scrolled across the screen at lightning speed, before randomly stopping on “Clean Their Clock”.

“Gladiatorial Time combat involves washing timepieces?” Ford asked in confusion.

“Not exactly. It’s derived from an ancient idiom!” Hunthou raised his arms in the air. With a zap a strange costume formed around him. It was like he was in a small, grandfather clock-shaped mech suit. His head and torso were visible through the window where the pendulum would normally be, with black mechanical arms and legs sticking out of the clock’s tower. Another zap placed the elder twins in the same costume.

“This is stupid.” Stan grumbled as he looked down at himself.

“Yes, that’s one constant I noticed while traveling the multiverse. The more technologically advanced a society becomes, the more they use it for really stupid things.” Ford agreed.

“Now, I’m here to clean your clock!” The time gladiator lunged at them.

The brothers stumbled out of the way. Stan tried to follow up with his own left hook, but the awkward mech suit restricted his movements, and he whiffed the blow. Ford’s attempt to grab their opponent in an arm-bar didn’t go much better. Hunthou jabbed his mech’s elbow into Ford’s gut, winding him. A little cuckoo bird with glowing blue eyes popped out of a window above the clock face of Ford’s suit. A buzzer sounded from the Time Board. Stan growled and charged at the time gladiator, body checking him to the ground.

Hunthou pushed himself back up, letting his momentum catapult him back into Stan, kicking him in the face. Stan’s cuckoo sprang out too, and the blue and green lights around them turned red.

“Dohs Hunthou wins round one!” The robot running the show declared.

“How many rounds are there, exactly?” Ford asked.

“As many as the Time Board decrees.” The robot answered.

The brothers shared a grimace. They’d already taken some hard blows just in the first round. How long could they keep this up?

* * *

The list of events were scrolling by on the board once again. This time it stopped on “Time Dogs”.

“Alright, leave this one to me.” Stan assured his brother. “I’ve dealt with my fair share of angry guard dogs.”

A platform raised before the combatants, stopping at about table height. A couple of blue disks appeared on top. Stan raised an eyebrow. Was he going to have to play frisbee with a vicious Time Dog?

Then a heap of foot-long hotdogs appeared on the disk. Or, as it turned out to be, plate.

“Oh, that kind of dog.” Stan smiled. “I think I’m still the best man for this job.”

“You said it, not me.” Ford replied sardonically.

Dohs Hunthou stood over his plate like a man about to spring off the high-dive.

“Begin.” The robot declared.

Stan began shoving hotdogs into his mouth, barely taking time to chew. Hunthou picked up his plate and tilted his entire pile of hotdogs into his gaping maw.

Oh, two can play that game! Stan thought as he observed his opponent’s tactics. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go and leaned over, bringing the pile of hotdogs right to him.

It was a close match, but after a couple of minutes, it was clear that Hunthou was slowing down, while Stan was still going as strong as ever. Still, the time gladiator refused to yield, slowly slipping one hotdog after the other into his mouth.

Ok, time to start playing dirty. Stan ballooned out his cheeks, not a difficult task when they were overstuffed with meat and bread, and turned to his opponent, rolling his eyes and wiggling his ears.

Hunthou choked, whether from shock or laughter was hard to tell. It didn’t really matter, as long as it got the guy to stop eating. A buzzer sounded, and a robot came forward to give the time gladiator the heimlich maneuver.

“Pines twins win round two!” The head robot declared.

“Yeff!” Stan cheered through a mouth-full of food. He swallowed it all with a big gulp. “Never have an eating contest with a former homeless guy! Pines! Pines! Pines!”

“Pines! Pines! Pines!” Ford joined in his chant.

* * *

The next round was “King of the Clock”, which wasn’t too different from a game Stan and Ford used to play as kids, “King of the Hill”. The main difference was, the high place you were trying to claim was the top of a giant rolling clock, and you won by rolling over your opponent.

Just trying to get on top of the giant rolling clock seemed impossible to Stan. It was at least twice as tall as he was, and it didn’t sit still either. Hunthou did some sort of fancy parkour jump up the side and onto the top, his legs running backwards as he began to roll the clock in the twins’ direction.

“Stan, give me a leg up!” Ford directed him.

The old con man gulped, but interlaced his fingers, giving his brother a place to step. Stanford dashed forward, springing up from the platform of Stan’s hands, and lunging to the top of the clock, where a well-timed somersault kick managed to knock Hunthou from his place and help Ford balance himself as the clock continued to roll forward. Stan dodged out of the way as Ford did his best to change the clock’s direction. The old scientist managed to swerve the clock to the right, and into Hunthou’s stunned body.

The buzzer sounded again, and the clock disappeared before it could completely crush the time gladiator. Ford fell to the ground with an oof.

“Pines twins win round three!” Their robot host announced.

The Pines brothers gave a High Six and started chanting “Pines!” again.

Behind them, Dohs Hunthou growled dangerously.

#Gravity Falls #Fanfiction #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #My Writing

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thatsarcasticgemini · 4 years ago

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Poltergeist boyfriend

Bill Denbrough x Stanley Uris

When his parents told him that they were moving, Bill expected a new house or a futuristic apartment, but instead he got an old and rusty house. So there he was, big box full of books in hands, looking the house up and down with a sour look in his usually bright eyes. He looked at the window of the left upstairs bedroom, where he saw a figure looking at him. He looked around to find hid mom, but the figure was gone when he looked back. Stupid old house, stupid long road, stupid heavy box. Georgie, on the other hand was more than happy to go inside, running around the porch and urging everyone to move faster. Bill went inside and asked his mom to see his bedroom. She pointed the medium one upstairs, the same room where he saw that figure.

The next day he went to his new highschool. There, he met Eddie, Richie, Ben and Bev. He hit it off with Bev, but there was never gonna be anything between them, as Bev was dating Ben and Bill was very gay. The school was ok: the teachers were kind, the halls were clean and bullying was taken very seriously. Plus it was only five minutes away from home, which meant that Bill could get there in time to say bye to his parents before they left for work. For lunch he had mashed potatoes with chiken, his favourite. While he was eating, he heard a loud thud coming from his bedroom. Licking his fingers of grease, he went upstairs, ready to yell at Georgie for going in his bedroom. But the bedroom was empty. The only thing out of place was the picture of him and Mike, his old friend for the other town. When he picked it up he could swear he saw the same figure behind him in the glass. Placing the picture back, he ran downstairs to finish his meal. Little did he know, that would be the first of many encounters with the supernatural being.

Things started getting weirder and weirder over the next a few weeks. Wednesdays were Alphabet Soup days for the Denbroughs, but they got strange for Bill. Everytime he'd pick a spoon of letters, they would always spell things like: youre cute, i like u, i love u. He'd come home to see drawings of him and a boy on his desk. He blamed Georgie at first, but the young boy denied everything. All the drawings showed Bill either hugging or kissing this curly haired boy. He even saw this boy in his dreams, either looking out the window or playing the piano in the living room. Whenever Bill would open his english notebook he'd be met by short love poems, always signed S.U. But the worse happened when he brought people over.

The first time someone came over, it was boy named Jake, who was Bill's project partner. He only stayed in Bill's bedroom for five minutes, while Bill was making tea, when he cursed loudly and ran out of the house calling Bill nuts. Bill chased after him, confused and hurt, but looking to his bedroom window from the front yard, he saw the curly haired boy dissapear behind the curtains. This happened to everyone who came over to Bill's. It even happened to Eddie. The boy left after 30 minutes, saying someone was watching him and throwing stuff at his head. Bill was desperate, to the point where he begged Beverly to help him. Bev was a witch, so she was more than happy to help him figure the problem out. Her best guess was that a spirit that was bound to the house had taken a liking in Bill and was trying to chase potential partners away.

The plan was for Bill to hold hands with Bev, pretend to be dating so the spirit would give her its worst. That was exactly what happened, but Bev stood her ground. She ignored the yelling in her ear, the things thrown at her and the very scray ghost following her. At some point, Bill saw the ghost and warned Beverly that it was a diffrent one. The usual ghost was a boy with light curly hair and kind brown eyes. Beverly said that this scary ghost was a shape the boy was taking to scare her away. After a couple hours, Bev pulled Bill into the living room.

"Bill, I have to leave. Here you go. Inside this box there’s a ouija board. You have to paly alone, so that the poltergeist will have to join you. I also wrote you instructions on a paper I taped on the back of the box. This being really really likes you, so there’s nothing to worry about. I’m just worried I might anger it by staying longer. You’ll be fine.” and with that she left. Bill took the board and the planchette to his bedroom. Sitting down he read the mantra Bev gave him outloud and looked around.

“I’m alone, supernatural being, so you have to join me. Please join me.” With that, Bill lifted his head to see the curtains move. He was a little freaked out, but he calmed himself down. The scary ghost emerged form the other side of the room, looking around with wild eyes. It passed Bill by, yelling and ran downstairs. Bill was thanking God that neither Bev, nor his parents or Georgie were home to see the scene unfold. The door behind him opened again and Bill saw the boy coming in the room and sitting on the floor, oposite of where he sat. The supernatural being was in its regular form, probably calming down after seeing Bev was gone. It put its hand on the planchette moving it around to spell “Hi Bill”.

“Hi! Can you please tell me your name?”

“Stanley Uris. My family lived here 45 years ago.”

“But you’re supposed to be alive today.”

“I am, but I was killed in an accident at school. Two kids locked me in the boiler room as a prank. A teacher found me dead 12 days later. I was burried in the back yard of this house.”

“Why do you harass my friends? Why do you give me poems and drawing?”

“Cause I like you and I dunno how to express it. I chase people away cause I’m afraid you’ll like them more cause they’re alive. Was that girl your girlfriend?”

“She is a friend, I’m gay. I did that to make you respond.”

“I would’ve responded either way. You have nice eyes. And I like your drawings. You’re cute when you are focused.”

“You’re cute now. Is there any way I can make you be alive, sort of. Like in Beetlejuice?”

“I am dead. What’s Beetlejuice?”

“A musical about a demon. If someone said his name three times, he could be touched and seen, it was almost like he was real again.”

“I am not a demon, but I get it. You can make me real, sort of real. By allowing me to come into your world at will. You need black salt and moon water. Your witch friend has them for sure. You also need a picture of me. You can find one in the attic. You can do it tomorrow. I’ll guide you.” and with that, Stan moved the planchette to goodbye and went back to the window, where he vanished. Bill instantly called Bev and asked her for black salt and moonwater. Bev was happy to help again.

The next day, right after Georgie left to meet up with his friends, Bill dashed to the attic and looked in all the furniture until he found a picture of Stan. It was a picture of him playing the piano. Bill took it, ran to his room to get the board, took the salt and water from his backpack and ran to his bedroom. Stanley responded in less than a second.

“You got everything?”

“Yes, but you need to tell me what to do with them.”

“You need to go to the backyard and take 27 small steps from the back door forward. You’ll be somewhat above my body. You need to sprinkle salt around yourself in a circle, emerge the photo in moonwater and put it in front of your feet. Put some more salt on the picture and say this: I, Bill Denbrough, allow Stanley Uris to come back into this world at free will. I will be the only one to see him. He’ll step in the land of the living and come out of it whenever he wants. That should do it. I’ll be watching you.”

“Will I be able to touch you that way?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be able to leave the house?”

“Yes. I’ll also be able to return to land of the dead if I’ll feel like it.”

“Cool. Ok. Let’s do it.” And with that Bill went in the backyard and did exactly as Stanley had instructed him. At first it seemed like nothing happened, so Bill decided to go back inside. Once inside, he felt a hand on his shoulder while going up the stairs. Turning around he came face to face with Stanley.

“Hi, Bill! Wow you have soft skin. I have soft skin. Your clothes look nice. Mine are kinda old. Your hair is so soft as well. Mine is curlier then yours I don’t really like it that much. What do you think? Is my hair that bad?” Stanley started rambling. Bill just looked at him with wide eyes. He was real. Bill took a step forward, throwing himself in Stanley’s arms. Stanley didn’t respond at first, but hugged back in the end. It was going to be one hell of a ride, teaching Stanley how to be human again, how would his parent’s react, showing Stanley the modern world, but he was ready. After all, Bill would do anything for love.

Hello, Erica here! I just wanted to thank @bi-teen-angst for the headcannons posted their account. Sorry for the bad grammar and for the fact that I am 1 year late with this. I wish everyone the best.

#stanley uris #it2017 #it 2019 #stenbrough #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #oneshot #stanbrough

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 4 years ago

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| hybrid yoongi | stray cats

Cat hybrid yoongi x cat hybrid reader

Master list

→Summary: yoongi was going hungry trying to find shelter from both humans and the cold weather but he ended up finding more than just that.

Inspired by: Hybrid BTS: Meeting their S/O by @dragonaceflamez

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Yoongi sighed as he jumped out of the dumpster, there was no food for him there either, yoongi hadn't had a proper meal in days which made his situation even worse. He shivered as a gust of wind blew by him. His ears flat against his head as he walks threw the ally ways. He quickly dashed across the street making sure not to be seen by any humans

He continued walking and walking still without any food in his stomach. He had given up for tonight with a sigh as he needed to now find shelter. He walked passed another dumpster when he suddenly halted, he smelled fresh food, he looked into the open dumpster only to see it completely empty, confused he took a look behind seeing another cat hybrid munching on some chicken. The small cat quickly turned her head locking eyes with his, "sorry" he muttered. The last thing he needed was a catfight over food "are you hungry?" He turned back around and nodded.

"You can have the rest," you said holding the container out to him, he hesitated before taking the food and sat down next to you as he silently ate. "What's your name?" You asked "yoongi," he said mouth stuffed with food, "I'm y/n, you look cold" you turned to your small bag pulling out a blanket not new of course but still a blanket and wrapping it around him before doing the same with yours. "Thank you," he said finishing the chicken.

This felt awkward, yoongi is rarely social, and when he is its normally not good, and on top of that he hasn't seen a stray cat hybrid like himself in a while not one as caring that is. He silently stood up ready starting to leave when your voice called him "you can stay if you want, its gonna get really cold" he thought for a second before turning around "you want me to stay with you?" He asked "I mean if you want to, and I guess it would be nice to have a companion" you smiled. Yoongi was surprised to say, his heart skipped a beat, something he's never felt before.

"Alright" he silently took his spot next to you once again before feeling you wrap the same blanket around him "good night," you said Laying on the ground with a blanket for yourself. Yoongi laid against the wall and closed his eyes while tightly holding onto his blanket.

When he opened his eyes again it was day, he looked to his side seeing the spot empty, he frowned. Did he frown? Was he sad that you were gone? He had never had someone to miss before, his own feelings we're confusing. He had only known survival so any other emotion was confusing, he shook it off as he got up and started walking down the abandoned street to find food.

"Disgusting bitch!" Someone shrieked before a loud bang was heard followed by a pained whimper. Yoongi peeped around the corner, you were being beaten by a human as you whimpered in pain. "Get off of her!" He yelled, running at the man. pouncing and tackling him to the ground baring his teeth with a hiss. The man screamed pushing yoongi off of him before sprinting away.

Yoongi paused for a minute, never had he done something like that before In a range of emotions. Anger and a strange feeling of protecting something, why?

"Yoongi?"

His head snapped in your direction, "are you ok?" He nodded standing up and walking over to you. "I found food," you said holding up a big bag of chips "did you steal that?" He asked. You nodded "don't do that, it's too dangerous" you walked back to your spot behind the dumpster and started eating. "Y/n, do you know what love feels like?" He asked with doe eyes "my mother used to say that when we found our mate it would feel like an instant connection" you stated, "do you think we're mates?" He asked not breaking eye contact "maybe" you whispered " how do we make sure," he asked. You brought you hands to cup his face bringing it closer to yours until your lips connected, his eyes we wide at first but soon fell closed as he deepens the kiss. After a couple of minutes, you both pulled away catching your breath. He smiled gently cursing your cheek

"You're my mate"

#hybrid #hybrid bts #yoongi imagines #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi #cat hybrid yoongi #yoongi hybrid #hybrid yoongi

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saywha413 · 4 years ago

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More bad writing by me :D

I imagined a proposal scenario for our favorite gays

I included the entire past fic, so you can skip it if you’ve already read it.

Also posted on archive of our own, so you can read it there too

20-year-old Goh was sitting at his desk, working hard (or was he hardly working 😏). He was writing a bunch of notes from his research on eevee and their evolutions. While he was proofreading it, the memory of his boyfriend, Ash Ketchum, asking him on their first date popped into his head…

It was a gorgeous day in Kanto. The sun was shining, the pidgey and spearow chirping, and the aerodactyl in Cerise Park sleeping. Professor Cerise let all the researchers have the day off, so they were all in Cerise Park. Chloe and Chrysa were watching an improvised game of soccer by the Pokémon and talking about the latest Pokémon Food Contest, Ren and Professor Cerise were hanging out with Goh’s other Pokémon. Suicune even appeared, it sensed something special was going to happen today and wanted to see it. Goh and Ash were sitting (closer than just friends would be) above all the others and talking. Eventually they fell silent and just watched the others. “Hey Goh?” Ash asked out of the blue. “Yeah?” Goh turned his head from the scene below. “I know we’ve done lots of things together, and even done date-like things, but never really gone on a date, so will you go on a date with me?” Ash gushed. He noticed the huge blush on his and Goh’s faces when Goh responded, “Of course I will!” He tackled Ash with a hug. The two research fellows were completely unaware that all the people and Pokémon in Cerise Park had witnessed what just happened. “I should go get cleaned up,” Ash stated. “Ok, I’ll pack a lunch or something…” Goh walked to the kitchen while Ash dashed to their shared room. Chloe, seeing an opportunity to tease them, followed them inside. She walked into the kitchen and greeted Goh who was making sandwiches for him and Ash. He got some donuts and drinks, as well as Poké Food for all their Pokémon. “You excited for your date?” Chloe teased, a huge smirk on her face. “What?!” Goh’s face turned bright red. “No I’m not.” He stated. They had been friends long enough to know he was lying instantly. “Stop teasing me!” He shot a glare at Chloe. She just laughed it off, teasing Goh was both easy and fun.

As Chloe walked up the stairs to Ash and Goh’s shared room, she wondered how she could tease Ash. His dense brain probably wouldn’t understand any of it. She knocked on the door and was answered with a “Come in!” She plopped on the bottom bunk and calmly stated “You and Goh make a cute couple.” Ash blushed a little and responded with “Thanks.” “Where are you taking him on your date?” Chloe innocently asked. “Oh. I don’t know.” Ash shrugged. “You don’t know?!” Chloe deadpanned. “I figured Goh would know what to do and where to go…” Ash packed up the last things he would need and said bye to Chloe. Chloe rushed out to Cerise Park and asked all the Pokémon and researchers, “Who wants to follow Ash and Goh on their date?” She was met with a various amount of grunts, roars, and other Pokémon noises. Chrysa agreed, she wanted to see the date for herself, but the Professor and Ren politely declined. Soon Ash and Goh left with the lunch and their main Pokémon (Pikachu, cinderace, lucario, sobble/drizzile/inteleon). They didn’t notice the two girls following them and the dragon or the ghost or all the various other Pokémon. The research fellows walked to the Cerise park and set out all the food, even the food for the Pokémon, and they let the Pokémon go free and walk around. They didn’t notice that Professor Cerise and Ren had left earlier or that suicune was still there, just watching from a different spot. Ash, being Ash, was shoveling food into his mouth while Goh was eating at a normal pace. Ash was so focused on food and Goh was so focused on Ash that they didn’t notice Chloe peeking at them from behind a tree, or that lucario and the others had come back to see the date from behind a bush. Soon there were only a couple donuts left and all the sandwiches were eaten. Ash took one and turned towards Goh. “Do you want some?” He held the donut close to Goh’s mouth. In response, Goh blushed and stuttered out, “A-are you sure?” Ash just smiled, so Goh took a bite while still blushing. They (again) were so focused on each other they didn’t notice Chloe or Chrysa squealing because of how cute it was. “Where do you want to go next?” Ash asked Goh. “I don’t know, just walking around is fine.” Goh commented and Ash agreed, so they left the Pokémon in Cerise Park unaware of the big group following them now.

While they were walking Goh spotted a vulpix, which he didn’t have, and ran up ahead and tripped. Just before he landed on his face, someone caught him. Goh looked up and it was Ash. “Are you ok?” Ash was holding him bridal-style. “I’m fine. Thank you for catching me.” Goh was blushing very hard now and Ash (behind dense) didn’t understand. He put Goh down and they kept walking. Soon they passed a clothing store. “Come on,” Goh insisted. “Let’s check it out.” “But we look fine!” Ash protested, but it was too late. Goh dragged Ash in by the hand. The store was empty at this time, and the cashier was playing something on his rotom phone. (Note: I know nothing about clothes and wear pjs all day so this part will sound a little weird) Ash was looking through the Pokémon clothing section, maybe he could find something pikachu or the rest of his Pokémon would like, then Goh called him over to the changing rooms. “Try this outfit on,” he insisted. Ash went in and soon called out “Are you sure this will look good?” “Just show me!” Goh pushed. When Ash came out again, he was wearing a simple black t-shirt and some blue jeans with a belt that had a small lightning-bolt shaped buckle. “So, uh what do you think? How do I look?” Ash glanced very nervously at Goh. “You look handsome.” Goh immediately responded. This caused Ash to blush even harder than he was before. “Now you pick me an outfit!” Goh jumped up and down a little. “Ok! Give me a couple minutes.” While Goh waited he was staring out the window and swore he saw a dragonite and a girl with magenta-colored hair on his back. “Is that Chloe and Ash’s dragonite?” Goh thought to himself. “Nah it can’t be.” he dismissed the earlier thought, not knowing that it was right. “Ok I’m back!” Ash handed a small pile of clothes to Goh. While Goh was changing, it was his turn to ask “Are you sure this will look good?” Ash replied, “I’m sure it’ll look great!” When Goh came out he was wearing a dress with a pikachu and scorbunny pattern. (But the pattern is pretty small if you want to draw it) “How do I look?” Goh asked, more flustered and nervous than Ash. “Beautiful.” Ash simply replied. They stared at each other for a while and had their fingers laced together. Right when they were about to kiss, a voice from outside the changing rooms yelled “You better not be smoochin’ in there lovebirds!” This made the lovebirds research fellows even more bright scarlet than they already were and Chloe, Chrysa, and the Pokémon laugh outside.

Ash and Goh left the clothing store wearing their new outfits and walking back to the Cerise Lab. They were (again) holding hands and chatting about random things. “Do you remember that time we were on that slowpoke island?” “I’d rather not think about that.” When they made it back it was almost night and the sun was setting. “Do you want to watch the sunset with me?” Ash asked, though it was kind of unnecessary because they were already walking towards a bench. When they sat down, the research fellows spent more time losing themselves in each other’s eyes than actually watching the sun set. Their fingers still laced together, they brought their faces closer. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Ash gently asked, almost whispered. “I think we’re thinking the same thing…” Goh whispered back. When their lips met it it invoked a new feeling into both of their hearts: love. They held that position for a minute, but that minute drifted into two, then three, until they broke it to breathe. “I love you Goh.” Ash kissed his cheek. “I love you too Ash.” Goh kissed him on the lips again. Both the research fellows knew that this was only the beginning as the journey continues…

(The people and Pokémon in the lab saw the kiss, Chloe and Chrysa were fang irking and Ren and the Professor both were a lil surprised but not a lot. The Pokémon all had different reactions)

He blushed remembering that day, but his thoughts were interrupted by a small sound. “Meww!” He jumped up and woke his sleeping Pokémon, cinderace, inteleon, and thwackey. “C’mon guys!! Mew is in the area!!” Goh ran through his lab and grabbed a single Pokéball. When he checked himself in the mirror, he remembered when Chloe insisted on braiding his now very long hair (she had cut hers recently and missed braiding hair) and he wasn’t sure if he liked the braid. Ash had come in and commented that it looked good on him, and now Goh has Chloe braid it every day. He looked at his fingernails, which were painted the same shade of blue as his eyes today, and remembered something similar had happened with those too. Chloe had cut her nails too short and insisted on painting his instead. He, again, wasn’t sure if he liked it, but Ash did, so he kept repainting his nails. The last spot his eyes fell on was his earrings. He had a small red stud and a keystone earring the same shade of blue as his eyes that Ash had given him(I tell you I really like “Hiding in Public” by Negira1239… The earring bit is my favorite :D). He shook himself a little, what was he doing? He had to find mew! He and his 3 Pokémon ran towards the entrance. “What are you doing?” His lab assistants Chloe and Horace looked at him with confusion, they weren’t used to seeing him run around like this. That was more of an Ash thing. “I heard mew and I’m going to catch it!” “With that?” Chloe pointed to the single Pokéball in his hand. “Yup. Okbye!!” He sped out the door before they could ask any more questions.

When he reached the forest behind Cerise Lab (It’s actually in Galar, they named it after professor Cerise) mew stopped and looked at him, as if to challenge “Come on! Throw that Pokéball!” He simply stated, “Look mew. I don’t want you to stay in a place you’re unhappy. So,” He held the Pokéball out to mew. “If you want to join me, you can. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Mew, who was touched by the speech, placed its paw on the Pokéball and then 1, 2, 3, “Mew was registered to your Pokédex!” Goh jumped up and cheered with cinderace, while he received high-fives from inteleon and thwackey. Too bad Ash couldn’t be here to see this, he had to battle someone….This gave him an idea! “Come out mew!” Mew popped out and Goh asked it, “Can you teleport me and my Pokémon to Wyndon Stadium?” Mew obliged and in a flash, they teleported what would have taken about an hour or two to walk. He put mew back in its Pokéball and entered. (Note: In my universe Ash swaps all his Pokémon, except pikachu, around to better combat your team. He also switches between singles and doubles. This makes him the hardest champion and, some people even say, the hardest trainer to beat in the world. Also, all his old Pokémon evolved, like bayleef to meganium and bulbasaur to venasaur, etc. For instance, you have a charizard and flareon, he uses samurott and blastoise. He also uses megas, z-moves, AND g-max, but only one per battle.) This time, Ash was in a double battle with dracovish and samurott against a centiskortch and mudsdale. “Use fishious rend on centiskortch!” Ash commanded. “Dodge it!” The challenger tried to combat it, but centiskortch was too slow and got knocked out. Then, Ash commanded samurott to use its signature move on mudsdale and quickly finished it. The challenger was upset, tears forming in their eyes, but those tears quickly faded when the champion held his hand out. “Thank you for the battle,” he commented while shaking their hand. “You have impressive talent and great Pokémon, I’m sure we’ll face off again soon.” The challenger shook his hand with a new, confident, expression. “I’m sure we will!” Goh ran over to his boyfriend and shouted “ASH! I CAUGHT MEW!” Ash hugged him around his waist and spun him around. “I knew you could do it!”Ash congratulated. Then Ash kissed him. (on the lips) The crowd and announcers and people watching from their homes gasped. They knew that the champion was dating someone, but he was very private about it. People had predicted that he was dating the performer Serena or gym leader Misty. Some people guessed he was dating the Island Kahuna Kiawe or Gladion, who people weren’t sure what he did, or maybe even Professor Gary. No one had ever thought of the regional professor of Galar.

“Come on! I have something to show you!” The champion dragged the professor away, by the hand, leaving all the Pokémon behind. “Can you watch our Pokémon? Thanks!” Goh called to the bewildered challenger still on the pitch. Ash took Goh to a secluded part of the park nearby, where no Pokémon or people other than the 2 of them were in sight. “Goh.” Ash stopped walking and turned to face him. “We have been friends and boyfriends for a long time. You are the most important thing to me, and the love of my life.” Ash got down on one knee. “Goh, will you marry me?” Goh, who was blushing madly and had happy tears in his eyes, enthusiastically tackled his fiance with a hug and responded with, “Of course!!” Little did they know, all the legends and myths were watching over them, and Dialga knew they would have long and happy lives. Together.

#satogou

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babysizedfics · 4 years ago

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I need to know about doctor mama lo taking care of a sick baby Virgil if you would like pretty please. I dont wanna ask on the in character blog cuz I feel like it would be weird to ask for details and lo seems kinda busy anyway lol.

hey tumblebee!! yeah yeah lets do this, Im gonna write it so that ppl who dont follow the other blog can understand too

WARNING IF U HAVENT ALREADY BLOCKED THE TAGS ILLNESS TW AND VOMIT TW THEY ARE VERY PREVALENT IN THIS

also this is a VERY long headcanon!!

so last night vee got ill, he had been regressed in the afternoon with patton and he was acting much more fussy than usual - not being entertained by his cartoons, not having the energy to play with his rattle, pretty much constantly whining and pouting and he gets very wriggly when he's fussy

patton assumed it was because vee had been upset earlier that day. at one point vee started gripping his stomach, and patton assumed its because he was hungry and could smell the food roman was cooking

but when dinner came around no matter how hard patton tried he couldnt get vee to eat a morsel - he kept turning his head away from the food and whining. at one point patton and logan both managed to convince him to eat a spoonful but his face crumpled with a wince and it looked almost painful for him to swallow it. it was at this point logan noticed he had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead

things fell into place quickly after that - logan checked his temperature and it was indeed slightly higher than was healthy, they noticed vee's hands were trembling and he was constantly on the verge of tears :(

while patton cleared away dinner and excused roman who wanted to go and craft in his room, logan took vee to his bedroom and tried to check for more symptoms, since vee was non verbal and unresponsive totheir questions. he tested his tummy by pushing it a little to see if the pain got worse when he released it (this is a test for appendicitis) but there was no reaction thankfully except vee being upset by logan not cuddling him. he checked his throat for any redness or infection, nothing.

vee's crying became more pronounced and eventually he was in constant tears, occassionally pleading 'mama mama' through sniffles and hiccups and whines of pain :(( Patton brought him a baby bottle of cooled tea made with fresh mint leaves since that is supposed to help stomach pains. though he left the room again since logan thought it was best not to crowd virgil. Vee's crying had dissipated but he was strangely silent and seemed almost loopy now. he only drank a little of the tea before he pushed it away with a gag.

logan immediately took him to the bathroom knowing what was coming, and sure enough vee threw up into the toilet, crying between gags. logan dutifully managed to keep vee in his lap the whole time and held his hair and rubbed his back, telling him he was such a good boy the whole time

Thankfully it didnt last long as there wasnt much in vees stomach to be emptied. he was shivering and sweating and flushed and had lost all energy. he wasnt even crying anymore, just whimpering under his breath. with a bit of a struggle logan managed to show him how to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash - though he had to hold vee over the sink and pat his back to make sure he didnt swallow it

during all of this patton wasnt able to help because of his heightened empathy, if he sees someone throwing up the likeihood is he will too and that wiuldnt be very helpful! so instead he drives to the store to pick up some medicine and ice pops - and comes back with half the store including some actual baby medicine smh - ((im actually begging u to read that linked post i think its so funny))

it was originallly meant to be logans night to put roman to bed but understandably patton took on that task instead. after roman was drifting off patton pokes his head into vee's room. he had hoped to find lo and vee asleep but they werent. they were lying in the dark with an in the night garden audio story playing on a portable speaker and with vees salt lamp and star night light lighting up the room in a soft glow.

logan offered a strained little smile and nod to patton as he stroked vee's hair and cuddled him close. vee was completely out of it honestly. his body was wholly lax against his mama, his lips were in a permanent pout and his eyes were puffy and wet. he barely even acknowledged his papa coming in, his teary eyes just settled on him for a moment then dropped back to the bedsheets without a reaction. he kept lifting his thumb up to suck on it but logan kept capturing it and apologising as he brought it away. Vee shouldnt suck on his thumb and logan doesnt want to give him a paci while he's ill. understandably, baby vee was completely miserable.

patton asks if logan thinks vee could handle a popsicle or plain crackers at the moment but logan disagrees. he doesnt expect either of them to get much sleep so he will make sure vee eats something in a few hours. with a gentle kiss on vee's forehead patton goes off to bed, confident that logan will be able to look after vee and will come get him if theres any issues

logan and vee really dont sleep much at all. Vee drifts off for a few minutes at a time then gasps awake from vivid fever dreams. logan keeps ice cubes in a bowl by the bed for vee to suck on if he needs to cool down and wraps a couple in a flannel to press to vee's head when his fever rises in the middle of the night.

around 3am logan jolts awake and realises he had drifted off. and vee isnt anywhere in the room. he panics momentarily, bolting up from the bed and dashing to the closet to see if virgil is in there - which he tends to do when he is overwhelmed - but then he hears sniffling from the bathroom.

he finds vee, no longer regressed, curled up against the side of the bathtub with his bangs clinging to his sweaty head. vee is the palest person logan knows but he looks positively grey at the moment

'can i help in any way?' he asks, aware that he doesnt need to baby talk at the moment but still eager to look after this bundle of miserableness

virgil just groans under his breath and clutches his knees to his chest. 'i.. i didnt know what to do with the..' he gestures vaguely to something on the floor

logan notices virgil, being not regressed anymore, had obviously wrestled off the diaper he had been changed into the night before and not known how to dispose of it

'its ok, ive got it' logan wraps it up in a bag and puts it in the trash can they have in the room for just this purpose

'sorry.. m stupid' virgil croaks

'You're not stupid.' logan says firmly as he washes his hands 'You're ill and probably delirious from the fever. it's alright virgil'

theres quiet for a bit longer, virge's head pressed against the porcelain edge of the bathtub likely in an attempt to cool his fever. logan stays there with him for a while just waiting. then suddenly virgil starts sobbing and buries his face in his hands.

'sweetheart, tell me whats wrong please' logan hurries to kneel beside him, lifting his hands away from his face. that wouldnt help the fever

'i dont feel well' virgil cries pathetically, tears rolling down his face.

logans heart breaks 'no, you dont. i'm sorry little one, i know its not nice'

at the nickname virgils thumb raises to his lips again, which logan hurriedly intercepts. 'i'll make you a deal, okay? you're allowed to use a pacifier, but you have to use the same one everyday until you are better. we will need to sterilise it every night too.'

vee sniffles and nods, then chokes 'm not a baby right now though'

'that doesnt matter. you dont need to be regressed to want one of your pacis, vee'

vee is unresponsive and starts scratching at his pyjama pants. logan gets a feeling he isnt saying something. then he notices virgil's pout is much more infantile than his adult ones. 'are you feeling little, baby?'

with a harsh shake of his head vee starts crying again. he whispers 'dont wanna be a b...' then cuts himself off and whimpers

logan cards his fingers through virgils damp bangs. he knows what virgils mind has jumped to. 'were you going to say you dont want to be a baby?' he lifts virgils chin up to look at him 'or that you dont want to be a burden?'

virgils pale lip wobbles 'same fing'

'no sweetheart, no no no,' logan sits on the tiles beside vee and pulls him into his lap. virgil goes willingly. logan rocks his baby as he says 'youre always always allowed to be a baby and its never ever going to upset your family. even if you're an adorable wonderful brave baby boy alllll of the time' he scribbles his finger on virgils rosy cheek and delights at the tiny smile it earns him. 'but especially when you're feeling yucky. you feel a bit yucky today dont you, little one?'

vee nods with a pout

'but yknow whats not yucky? softies and pacis and diapers and lots and lots of cuddles with mama' he holds virgil tighter to prove his point. vee sighs and drops his head to nuzzle against his mama's neck. logan feels he still has a slight fever. 'i know what might help you feel less yucky. does my sweet baby want a sweet ice pop?'

thankfully vee nods against his shoulder and grips tight onto his pyjama shirt, preparing for when logan lifts him up

he first makes sure to change vee into another diaper and even decides that he should wear one of mama's t-shirts as a light dress so he doesnt get as overheated by his pyjamas. at this point vee actually giggles for the first time pretty much all day as he feels the tshirt swish lazily around his legs. logan makes a mental note to observe whether little vee might want to try wearing dresses if the feeling sparks this much joy (at this point logan is unaware that vee has secretly been trying skirts and dresses in his room for months, and roman found out a few weeks ago, but vee isnt ready to tell the cgs yet)

by the time vee is in his diaper and mamas tshirt dress and has a paci and jiji clutched to his chest he is a lot calmer and happier. he's still very ill and exhausted and teary, but theres a tiny smile on his face instead of a pout. in the kitchen he picks a strawberry ice pop and it goes down well, logan convinces him to have a cracker too though vee is in such a young headspace by then that he is just sucking on it, which logan supposes is fine too

by the (real) morning vee is still regressed and has managed to have a couple hours undisturbed sleep. its not much but its better than nothing. logan didnt fare much better. by then vee misses his papa and asks for him and logan hands the responsibility over to papa patton, trustinf the other caregiver enough to catch up on a quick power nap himself

but yes, the main thing is vee thought being ill was a burden enough that he shouldnt be regressed too, but logan makes him see that its okay. vee is regressed pretty much the whole time he is ill over the next few days because its stressful and painful and its a lot easier to feel comforted when ur a baby

yeah! gosh that was long, theres probably a billion spelling mistakes! feel free to ask follow up Qs if i missed anything u wanted to know abt this event

#little/big concepts #illness tw #vomit tw #food mention #long post #asks #tumblebee the smol bean

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willowandfog · 4 years ago

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Dramione V-Day One Shot

WOO! Dramione V-Day oneshot!

Read it on AO3 or below the cut!

Dunno how many of my peeps are Dramione fans so I’m only tagging the ones I know of, if you want to be added to any future Dramione posts let me know!

@superpixie42 @smmahamazing

A quiet knock sounded into the silence of Draco’s office followed by a soft feminine voice. “Mr. Malfoy?”

“Come in, Naomi.” He paused from his writing to peak up over his spectacles as the door cracked open.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Malfoy. But an owl just arrived with this package for you. There’s no missive, I’m not sure who it’s from.” His assistant stood hesitantly in the doorway, a small brown wrapped package in her grasp.

“That’s ok, Naomi. Just bring it in.” He set his quill down and held out his hand. He frowned at the package as she released it over to him. Looking up at her he studied her for the first time all day, she looked a little more dressed up than usual, a lovely lace red dress coming to rest just above her knees. Short black heels adorned her feet. Her fiery red hair pinned up in a delicate chignon. He gave her a small smile. “Why don’t you take off for the day. I’m sure you have plans tonight.”

“Thank you!” A huge grin broke out on her face. She made it back to the doorway before she spun back to face him. “Oh! I’ll be right back, I brought something for you.” She dashed out the door. She returned and set a small Honeydukes bag on the edge of his desk. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Malfoy.”

He gave her another smile. “Thank you, Naomi. Have fun tonight, I’ll see you on Monday.”

She gave him a final wave as she exited his office, closing the door softly behind her.

Draco took off his glasses, setting them down on the desk before studying the package. The outside gave no clues as to the contents inside. Picking up his wand he cast a few spells, checking for traps and curses. Nothing. He cautiously peeled back the wrapping, pulling out the thin rectangular box. He gave the box a sceptical look before lifting the lid.

Two perfect squares of chocolate sat inside the box. Lovely squares of shiny chocolate, one with gold flecks on the surface, the other with a perfect fresh raspberry elegantly placed on top. The inside of the lid contained the elusive missive. With a raised brow, Draco put his glasses back on and leaned back to read the note.

Draco,

I don’t expect that you should be surprised that you would receive a gift on Valentine’s Day, but I do hope to surprise you before this day is over. These chocolates are not normal chocolates however, they are quite special. Each contains half of a potion. I know that by now you will have sent your assistant home, if not for having noticed her outfit and realizing she had plans, then for the fact that you’ve received a mysterious package and would not risk opening an unknown package with her in the vicinity. You are an admirable man, whether you chose to see yourself that way or not, I know that you are. So here is my proposition for you, eat both of these chocolates. You will be shown a vision of a destination. Go there, there will be someone waiting for you, they will give you the next step. Follow the clues and guidance I have set up for you and they will lead you to me.

You may choose not to follow this quest, as a Slytherin I can imagine that your need for self preservation far outweighs your need to solve this mystery and take the plunge to follow an unknown path to an unknown end. To help ease this, I will tell you that I am no stranger. You and I know each other, we see each other often enough. Good luck, I hope that you will take this journey and that I will see you at the end.

Draco sat back with a scowl, being subtly called a coward was almost enough to make him throw the box into the bin. The need to know who this person that he supposedly knew was enough to make him pick up the first chocolate. He studied it carefully, then took a sniff of it before popping it into his mouth. A small moan escaped him as the rich, velvety truffle-like chocolate hit his tongue. His sweet tooth screamed at him to grab the other square, but he resisted, setting the box to the side to finish working on the form he had been filling out.

When the thought occurred to him that he had no idea how long before the effects of the first half of the potion would start fading, he grabbed the other chocolate and bit into it. The burst of the tart raspberry paired perfectly with the gooey sweet milk chocolate filling inside. Swallowing, enjoying the lingering sweetness on his tongue, he sat back into his chair.

He didn’t have to wait long before images were flashing across his vision. Images of a place he immediately recognized and knew all too well. With a smirk, he rose from his chair, carefully tucking the missive into his pocket before heading for his cloak. Cloak on, wand tucked into his pocket, he apparated.

Head tucked down against the wind, Draco walked the block away from the apparation point and into the cozy Leaky Tavern. Which was packed full of people, couples and singles alike, all out for a Valentine’s Day drink. Looking around hesitantly, unsure of who was supposed to be waiting for him, he made a beeline for the bar, figuring he would be easy to spot there. He was surprised to find an empty stool, settling himself into it, he motioned the bartender, who pointedly ignored him. Draco gave the man a scowl before the bartender purposefully moved to the other end of the bar, avoiding his gaze. With a huff of annoyance Draco glanced around before Theo sidled up to the bar beside him, a tumbler with a finger of firewhiskey in one hand.

With a mischievous grin on his face, Theo set the tumbler on the bar in front of Draco. “Some liquid courage, my man.”

Draco gave him a scowl, before taking the tumbler and tossing the contents back. “You’re in on this? You know who it is?”

Theo chuckled, his emerald eyes gleaming. “I’m your best mate, of course I know. No, I won’t tell you. But trust me when I say, you will not be disappointed.” With a firm pat on the back, Theo turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Draco watched him go, considering chasing him down and getting answers from him. But when he turned back to the bar, the empty glass was gone and in its place was an envelope. With a quirk of his brow, Draco picked up the envelope, glancing around again before opening it up. Inside was a subway pass, with a note, Train 115, leaving in 10 minutes. Go.

Draco jumped from his stool and dashed for the door. He was almost running to the apparation point and managed to remember that he was apparating into a muggle area a moment before he left. Appearing in an alley somewhere he knew there was a subway nearby. He jogged to the area, stopping an elderly lady to ask her where he could find the 115 train. He was luckily nearby where he needed to go, thanking the lady, he ran. At the bottom of the stairs, he paused to look at the signs and watch the muggles scan their cards to get through the turnstiles. Following suit, Draco made his way through. Shocked, he found himself on the correct platform just as the train pulled in. Shuffling his way onto the train with the rest of the passengers, he found a seat.

Muggle transportation, huh? Most likely not a pureblood witch then. He let out a relieved sigh. Good.

When the train came to a stop, some of the passengers began flooding out of the car but some remained. With no instruction to guide him and not knowing whether to join the group leaving or stay with the remaining people, Draco stood and shuffled out. Looking around he spotted a familiar face near the stairs leading up to the street. With a smirk and a shake of his head he made his way to the tall, dark skinned man.

“Wasn’t sure if you were gonna make it.” The deep voice of Blaise commented at Draco’s approach.

“Looks like all my friends are in on this. This some stupid prank of Theo’s?” With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Blaise led the way up the steps. “Who’s the mystery witch then?”

“Not going to get those kinds of answers from me, mate. Let’s just say it’s a witch that knew your Slytherin ways would be put more at ease knowing that your friends are here to help guide you in the right direction.” Blaise gave Draco a sidelong glance. “And so you’d know that you have all of our support in the end.”

Draco’s head snapped in Blaise’s direction, brows drawn together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

With a shrug, they reached the top, and Blaise turned to lead him down a busy street. The bustling muggle shopping area was packed with people. Some carrying packages and gifts, a few couples just strolling arm in arm. They continued in silence, coming up on a small market set up on a side street, Blaise led him past the pop tents, most vendors peddling sweets and flowers for the holiday.

Draco thought he spotted a familiar head of curls in the crowd that was passing by; he turned his head to look through the group, trying to find them again. His observation was interrupted by a small force barreling into him. Draco whipped his head around in time to watch an armful of fluffy objects fly into the air and a small squeak of surprise to reach his ears as a little girl with long blonde hair tumbled to the ground.

Scrambling up, the girl began picking up what Draco now saw was stuffed animals. He knelt, helping the girl to pick up her soft prizes.

“Sorry.” She said softly. “Hard to see where I was going while carrying all these.”

He rose. “No problem. Just be more careful. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt. Are all of these yours?” He questioned as he handed her the last one.

“Yeah, there’s a small game tent down there at the end.” She pointed in a direction behind her. “I spent all my allowance winning these! I’m a collector!” She beamed proudly at him. “Thanks for your help, mister. Sorry again for not watching where I was going.” The little girl looked through her pile, before plucking one of the objects out. “Here, I want you to have one.” With a smile she thrust it into his hands then took off through the crowd. “Bye!”

When the girl was out of sight, Draco turned his attention to the object in his hands, he almost shook his head at the small stuffed green dragon with gold sparkly wings in his hands. With a raised brow he looked to Blaise and held up the dragon.

“Not a coincidence I take it?”

Blaise shrugged. “All I know is where to lead you and leave you. Come on.” He continued past the tents and into a dimly lit alley. At the end an elderly man with round spectacles sat on a stool next to a steel door. He hobbled to his feet as Blaise and Draco came closer.

“Ah. Mr. Malfoy, finally arrived I see.” The old man croaked before holding out a wrinkly hand. “I require payment for you to go forward.”

“Seriously?” Draco drawled looking at Blaise. “Some witch just looking to get some of my galleons then?”

One corner of Blaise’s lips twitched up as Draco drew a small bag of coins from his pocket to hand over to the man. The old man flinched his hand back before Draco could set the sack in it.

“I don’t want money.”

Draco dropped his arm, confused. “Then what is the payment?”

“I’m sorry to say that it’ll be a bit more costly than your galleons, in which you have abundance. Something that was given to you by another will do.”

Draco hesitated, his hand going to rest on the small dragon tucked into his pocket, it becoming clear as to why the little girl’s run in had been orchestrated. But the thought of handing it over made his stomach turn, even if it had been planned and set up by the mystery witch, it was still the only gift given to him by someone who just saw him as a man, not an ex Death Eater monster. Pulling his empty hand from his pocket, he began removing his cufflinks. He set them into the old man’s palm and met his gaze.

“These were a gift from my mother.”

Blaise grabbed his shoulder. “Draco, man. Just give him the dragon.”

“No. I want to keep that. I have lots of cufflinks, it’s fine.”

Blaise frowned at him. “Well I’ve led you to your door, I have my own date waiting on me. Good luck in there, let me know how all this goes.” He apparated away.

The door beside the old man swung open, and the man waved his hand towards it. “Just be warned, you will not be able to leave through this door, you will have to go through the other inside.”

Draco nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets and entering the dark room beyond the door. The door snapped shut with a loud thunk behind him, leaving him standing in darkness. A few intense moments passed before overhead lights began to flicker on. The room was mostly barren, with a small table and chair in the center of the concrete floor, and a small bookshelf with a dozen books resting near one of the white walls.

Turning back to the door he came through, Draco tried to pull it open, with no luck he pulled out his wand and tried using a spell to open the door. With no luck he tried several more, even tried blasting the door, nothing happened. With no choice he turned to the other door, it too would not yield, to brute strength nor spell.

With a sigh Draco studied the room, with eyes drawn back to the shelf, he approached it, glancing over the titles. None popped out at him as particularly interesting but palmed one anyways. Flipping through the pages, he noticed a few highlighted passages, but closed it and set it back on the shelf. He turned to observe the room again, studying the walls and ceiling, half expecting someone else to come into the room, there had always been someone to guide him thus far. He picked up another book and casually looked through, pausing when he noticed that like the other book, this book also had some highlighted passages. Taking the time to read through the passages, Draco’s drawn brows slowly began to move up in surprise.

He grabbed the other book he had picked up from the shelf and took both to the table and sat down in the chair. Flipping the other book open he read through the highlighted passages. He wandlessly levitated over the rest of the books from the shelf while he was reading. He poured through all the books, finding each one contained highlights. The more he read, the more understanding began to set in.

“Bloody…” He whispered, looking around the room again. “Wish I had some-”

He cut off when a stack of parchment and a self-inking quill appeared on the edge of the table. “Well… I’m either being watched or there’s some very intuitive magic in here.” He glanced around the room again before picking up a sheet of parchment and the quill.

Carefully reading through each passage and taking notes, Draco had no idea how much time had passed before he felt like he had figured everything out. Setting the quill down, he dropped his head into one hand and shook his head. He felt the grin spread over his face as he chuckled. “Bloody brilliant. This witch is bloody brilliant.” The pages had cleverly shown him how to cast a new spell when pieced together correctly.

As he stood from the table, he pulled his wand from his pocket. He practiced the movements of the spell for ten minutes before he felt comfortable that he had it down. Turning to the door, he went through the motions again, murmuring the incantation alongside it. Draco held his breath for a long moment before there was a loud, echoing click from the door. With a cocky smile, he yanked the door open. Pocketing his wand, he stepped through, into another large white room, a large red partition screen the only object inside. Frowning, he went to inspect the screen.

When he circled around to the backside, he heard the door click shut. Stepping around to peak out at the door. Pansy stood there, wearing a tight navy blue dress, the plunge of the neckline exposing the tops of her breasts and the sharp points of tall heels stuck out from under the fabric. Her black hair was in a straight, smooth bob, and a spiked gold necklace adorned her neck.

“Pansy?” His disappointment filled him and his heart sank. “You’re the mystery witch?”

“Were you expecting someone else?” She questioned, raising one groomed brow at him.

“No offense, Pans. But I was hoping for someone else.”

With a burst of laughter she snapped her fingers, a long garment bag appeared in one of her hands, a pair of dragonhide shoes in the other. “Put these on.” She held the items out to him.

With a grimace he stood his ground. “Sorry, Pans. I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, closing the distance between them, she thrust the items into his arms. “I’m not your mystery witch, you dolt.” With her now free hands, she gestured to herself. “All of this sexy goodness is for Blaise. I have to meet him for our date after I’m done with you.”

Hope returning, Draco stepped behind the screen and began to change. Unzipping the bag, he looked over the tux inside, he brushed his hand along the front of it. “Muggle attire?” He questioned out loud. “This is nice, who made it?” He asked Pansy as he started stripping down.

With a snort, Pansy replied. “Your tailor of course. Nothing but the best for Draco Malfoy.”

Draco poked his head around the screen to look at her. “This witch went to my tailor and asked him to make me a muggle tux?”

“Ballsy right? Apparently the witch can get almost anyone to do anything.” She shrugged one shoulder and continued studying her nails. “Stop staring at me and hurry up, you’re not the only one with a date waiting.”

Quickly dawning the suit and then slipping into the shoes, he shrank the dragon and tucked it into his pocket alongside his wand. Coming around the screen with a raised brow, he looked to Pansy. “Missing a few things isn’t it?”

With a nod Pansy drew her wand. A bowtie appeared around Draco’s neck, she leaned forward to straighten it out. Taking a step back she studied him, moving her head from side to side she waved her wand again, replacing the bowtie with a slim black tie.

“Yup, tie it is.” She moved up to tighten the tie. Waving her wand once again, a small box appeared in her hand. “Your witch thought you might also need these.” She handed the box over to him.

Confused, Draco lifted the lid to the box, inside resting on a pillow of velvet were two matching platinum cufflinks, engraved with his initials. “But…” He looked up at Pansy. “I was wearing cufflinks, how could she have possibly known that I would need...” Realization dawned that this witch knew him better than he would have thought.

“Have you figured out who she is yet?”

“I don’t know for sure. But I sure as hell hope it’s who I think it is.” He commented as he pinned the cufflinks into place.

With a smirk Pansy handed him a small envelope. “Here’s an address, just in case you haven’t figured it out. Now I’m off to see a man about a date.” She vanished.

Left to study the envelope, Draco considered opening it, just to be sure. Suddenly knowing that even if he was wrong, he would forget this mystery witch and go to the door of the witch he wanted to spend the evening with. No matter if the mystery witch was her or not, Draco Malfoy was going to spend Valentine's evening with Hermione Granger. He tucked the unopened envelope into a pocket and apparated away.

He walked the couple blocks of the muggle neighborhood in contemplation. Many of the signs pointed to the witch being Granger, the muggle transport, enlisting the help of his friends, the damn riddle of a spell, the subtle hints of things that showed how well the witch knew him. He sighed, hoping he was right but also hoping if he wasn’t that Granger would be willing to spend the evening with him. Or… Merlin forbid that she wasn’t already out on a date.

Draco stood across the street observing the tall apartment building. Tucking his hands in his pockets to hide their tremble, he strode across the street and approached the entrance. As he neared the doorman swung the door open for him.

“Mr. Malfoy, good to see you.”

Draco stopped giving the man a questioning look. He had never been to Granger’s apartment before and nor had he ever seen this man. “You know me?”

The man gave a light bob of his head. “I was told to expect you, follow me please.”

The shorter balding doorman led Draco across the modest entry to the elevators. With a press of the button, the doors swung open. The man gestured for Draco to enter, when he did the man held the doors open but leaned in to press a button, the floor lighting up after a swipe of a keycard across a panel inside. The doorman stepped back, letting the doors slide closed, a knowing smile on his face.

Draco stood nervously still in the elevator, eyes glued to the floor numbers increasing, sweaty palms still stuck firmly in his pockets. When the seemingly endless elevator ride finally came to a halt with a loud ding, the doors parted to reveal the roof. Stepping out and allowing the doors to close behind him, Draco took in everything around him. There were strings of lights strung across overhead and lining the roof’s edge, giving the area a soft glow. There were several comfortable seating areas throughout the space but in the center of all of it, separate from the rest, was a small round table. An intimate setting with a chair on either side and candles, two gleaming silver plate covers, and an empty champagne flute resting atop.

But what drew Draco’s full attention was the witch leaning with arms crossed resting against the edge of the roof’s wall, a half full champagne glass rising to her delicately painted lips for a small sip. Setting her glass down on the edge, she slowly turned to face him. Hermione wore a vibrant emerald green satin dress with a thin strapped V neckline. A wide band fitting around her midriff leading to the wrap style flowy skirt which contained a large slit revealing her smooth legs made longer by her tall black suede Jimmy Choo’s. While her barely there makeup was soft, it was obvious she had tried to tame her curls into delicate waves that flowed freely down across her shoulders, but it was slowly becoming more wild every moment that passed by.

“Draco.” Her breathy whisper drawing his feet into motion, taking long strides to reach her side. Her eyes roamed over his face, taking in every detail, studying him for some reaction. She cleared her throat and glanced away when he didn’t speak. “I hope this isn’t too disappointing for you.”

With a frown Draco withdrew the unopened envelope from his pocket and set it beside her champagne glass. “I thought it might be you, and I hoped it would be. I didn’t open this because I was determined to come here to spend the evening with you whether you were the mystery witch or not.”

She looked at the envelope for a long moment before turning her eyes back to his. “I’ve been waiting.” She whispered.

Draco knew the depth of her words went far beyond talking about tonight. “I know.” He took her elbows in his hands, pulling her a little closer. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t here sooner.” He spoke softly. “And I’m definitely not going anywhere now.”

Pulling her so she was flush against him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, the other gently stroking her cheek with his knuckles. He cupped her cheek momentarily before sliding his hand around into the tangle of curls at the nape of her neck and pulling her in, his lips tenderly pressing against hers.

When she grabbed his lapels to hold him close, he pressed his lips more firmly against hers, deepening the kiss with a graze of his tongue against the seam of her lips. When she opened up for him, he tried to convey everything he had been feeling towards her over the past year, hoping she would understand.

Hermione pulled back with a shuddering breath, earning a smirk from Draco. He pulled something from his pocket and took her hand to rest the object in her palm. With a wandless wave of his hand, he enlarged the stuffed dragon.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Granger.”

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