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February 25th is now National Tease Bradley Day, everyone please mark your calendars. it was so fun to write from his pov now that we know exactly how they feel about each other, full on yearning and lusting!! Mary seeing Bradley's baby pictures before she even met him - siri, play invisible string by Taylor Swift. ohhhh when they finally say those three little words it's going to be soooo good!!!

slut (affectionate) but like the fact that he’s so enchanted by her that he’s literally SWEATING is so funny to me?? like he’s GONE and they haven’t even kissed each other yet!?! also like yes he does like smart girls because he gets to be a little afraid of them, a little in awe of them - he's actually such a whore (affectionate). man had one (1) horny thought after seeing her skirt and he was toast. he loves how smart Mary is, he has no idea what's she's talking about sometimes but he could listen to her talk all day.

AHHHHH I just know she looks so cute and polished in her outfit!! the heels are definitely killing him - wait i have the prettiest mary coded dress to send you later! but like her in her element and in those clothes? i get why he’s being the cutest nerd and sweating - she is SO cute and polished and professional in her little pantsuit that's not exactly a pantsuit!! Bradley "am I into this because of the those or because it's Mary?" Bradshaw is all heart eyes over her!

eeeeeeeep they were gonna kiss there!!! damn old mr hadcock!! dude learn how to walk! you’re ruining their first kiss over a year in the making! - poor Fred, he's downstairs breaking his hip, not knowing what kind of chaos he's causing for other people

in another life man that would’ve been me (northrup grumman tho 🤮) - LMAO in another life Bradley would have definitely gone for her (it actually pains me to have to read the wikipedia page for the super hornet lmao)

GAGGED HIM PLS it’s embarrass bradley day - HER LITTLE SMIRK AS SHE SAYS IT???? she has no idea but that was the moment Slider decided he would do anything to help them get/stay together.

oh sweet boy! also now they’ve gotta recreate it with their kids, get a full circle moment - INVISIBLE STRING!!! INVISIBLE STRING!!! the teddy bear is still kicking around somewhere, I'm sure it comes out of storage when the twins are born. or maybe Uncle Slider buys a replica teddy bear for each of the kids, with their names embroidered on the foot.

he loves her he loves her he loves her. he hasn’t kissed her but he loooooooooves her ☺️ he’s so adorable this chapter, i can’t get over it. also slider’s “shovel talk” was really good, tbh they BOTH could get a shovel talk from him if you think about it. it wasn’t demeaning to mary or bradley and was just wanting the best for both of them? plus bradley loooooooooves her - he looovves her!!! Slider has a "shovel talk" with Mary later on, after they get together and it's similar to the one Bradley gets - take care of each other, talk about things, etc. he's honestly their biggest cheerleader

i can picture her face lighting up - absolutely! her Bradley just came into her office, so sweetly bringing her food on a busy day and interrupting the idiot on the phone, she's smitten with him!

this is hot - Bradley agrees, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing fueled by her jealousy but it ended up working out so well!

THEY KISSED THEY REALLY KISSED EEEEEP LOOK AT THEM!?!!!! wait wait this is similar to the first time they almost kissed? her on his lap, her surging forward? warm and solid ☺️ no rush no urgency comfortable and loving ☺️ and a lil slutty since they’re at work - it does!!! they mirror each other and themselves all the time (which I only mean to do like a third of them time lol) and it's a bit scandalous of them isn't it?? it's the sluttiest they ever get at work but it's still pretty hot!

SCREAMING!? GO MARE!!! - SHE'S HOT Y'ALL. also garter belt for reference.

it would not! smart aleck sends hers to bradley in his christmas stocking package - I thought of them when I wrote that line!! he doesn't have a bottle this time, but he definitely gets one in the future!!

oh honey no! he wouldn’t! but i can see that she’d be a little nervous about that so i’m glad she said something, she’ll feel better - they're growing! they're sharing! it's so sweet, and it'll make the time apart easier now that she's got his reassurance that he doesn't want anyone else but her

this is such a soft thought and i love all the layers you give it? especially the part about sarah sending him packages but forgetting and then getting the charity ones? oh sweet boy she is gonna sore on you forever and you’re gonna be the one everyone is jealous of on that carrier. he deserves it and it’s such a mary thing - sending care packages - that’s it’s so perfect for them? i also don’t think it’s something mentioned enough in fics? like not to bring her up againnn but smart aleck sends them to bradley and like…it’s just such a sweet gesture? i know he’s gonna be BLUSHING when he gets it - it was one of those things where Bradley wasn't talking to them but they still wanted to be talking to him. and you can't really return a package if you receive it in the middle of the ocean, so for the first 3-4 years he always gets something from the Kazanskys and Pete. then Ice gets sick and it stops. he'd never say anything but he was sad that he never got another one, it was like getting a little bit of a home he no longer had. but now he has Mary, and he (and the Daggers) will be the envy of an entire aircraft carrier, at least until he transitions to a shore based position.

EEEEEEP GOD IM GONNA LOSE IT WHEN HE SAYS IT TO HER - I AN'T WAIT FOR EVERYONE TO READ WHEN THEY SAY I LOVE YOU!!! (it's coming sooner than you might expect!)

i can’t believe her managed to hear her!?!! like AHHHHHHH i’m losing it!! she didn’t say it say it, but like he Knows she was gonna!? oh god i’m so excited to see how that pans out over the next couple chapters - the last few chapters are gonna be !!!!!! AHHHH

Mar[r]y Me - part eight

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 5.1k

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note: happy Friday! I’m super excited for this chapter! I know I say this every time but this is my favorite chapter so far and I can’t wait to hear what you all think!! have a great weekend!

part eight - peanut butter bites

It’s February 25th, and Bradley has sweat dripping down his back. He’s painfully aware that he’s the only one; the cold air blasting from the vents has everyone else reaching for sweaters, but he feels like he’s on fire. So hot he’s afraid he might melt through the old, cracked vinyl flooring of the VTC room. His neck is the worst of it; the skin is scorching from thirteen sets of eyes burning into him. Steadfastly ignoring all of them, he tries to focus all of his attention on the presentation happening up front.

“And as you can see here, since the implementation of the pilot program, the FA-18 return to service cadence has improved by ten days. The proposed plan to expand this training pipeline to Pensacola has been approved, and Dave will be working with Admiral Kerner and his team to spin this up over the next two quarters. The schedule that’s been laid out in Artemis, has the ECD for initial implementation on September 24th, one week before the start of FY22. Next slide, please.”

Bradley barely understands what Mary is talking about, but his fidgeting gets so bad as she gives an overview of the new program going into Florida that Jake nudges his side, looking genuinely concerned.

Bradley has always liked smart girls. Tessa Richardson, his first kiss, was valedictorian and went to Harvard on a pre-law track. The last he heard, she was moving up the ranks as a judge. But it’s a whole new level of attraction, watching Mary talk so competently and confidently about the inner workings of the multi-million-dollar planes he flies every day.

How is she so sexy talking about something so boring?

It’s a thought he’s had multiple times since program review began on Monday. He almost had to excuse himself yesterday when she had an entire page’s worth of suggestions for hardware and software improvements. Today has been exponentially worse, because Mary has deviated from her typical attire of simple but professional clothes. Today, she’s paired a black pencil skirt with three-inch stilettos. The heels accentuate the curves of her legs while the skirt hugs her hips in the most delicious way. And he was actually doing pretty well until thirty minutes into the PowerPoint when she slipped her blazer off to reveal a white button-up shirt that’s been perfectly tailored to show off her waist. Since then, he’s spent most of the time staring at her and then scolding himself for staring.

It’s like she’s trying to kill me.

He quietly takes a deep breath, hoping a sip of water will help him settle down. There are no hops scheduled for today, so the Dagger Squad is wearing their khaki uniforms, the least forgiving material, and the last thing he needs is to get hard while listening to his girl spout corporate buzzwords to satisfy the brass from Washington.

Unfortunately, Mary says the words “stick handling” while making direct eye contact with him and he chokes, spluttering and dripping water down his shirt as he coughs. Half the heads in the room swing in his direction, and he genuienly might burst into flames when he makes eye contact with his uncles; one looking concerned, the other highly amused.

Bradley knows he’s pathetic, getting all riled up over watching a woman excel at her job, and the boring part at that, but he really can’t help it. They haven’t had any alone time since Sunday, the week filled with back-to-back meetings, professional development, and deployment preparation for both of them.

“Of course. Happy Birthday, dolcezza.”

Bradley can feel her breath against his lips, her hand gripping his curls as their cupid bows brush.

“Bradley?” Someone is pounding on his door, the muffled yelling startling them apart. “Are you home? Fred fell! I can’t get him up! Bradley?!”

“Fuck!” He mournfully pulls away, racing to the front door. He carefully swings the door open, conscious of Mary being right behind him, her plate clattering on the table seconds after he stood up. “Mrs. Hadcock? What’s wrong?”

“Fred! He fell, and I can’t get him up! I think he broke his hip!” Bradley freezes when the older woman at his front door bursts into tears; he’s not equipped to deal with this, and he’s worried she might hyperventilate as she gasps around her words.

“Mrs. Hadcock, we need you to take a deep breath. Okay?” Mary quickly takes control as she slips her shoes on and tries to focus the panicking woman, nudging Bradley to do the same. “Is he bleeding? Did you call 911?”

“He’s not bleeding, but he’s in a lot of pain. I couldn’t call; I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Okay, let’s go to your apartment, and we’ll call once we’re there. C’mon.”

She wraps her arm around Mrs. Hadcock’s shoulders and leads her toward the stairs, asking more questions in a calm voice. Bradley grabs his phone, wallet, and Mary’s purse before locking the door behind him, anticipating this becoming a multi-hour thing.

It did become a thing, the doctors confirming the broken hip a few hours later, and it was almost 2 AM by the time he was driving the two women back to the complex. He walked Mary to her car, leaving with only a promise to let him know when she got home, before escorting Mrs. Hadcock back to her apartment.

Bradley was glad that his neighbor’s partner would be okay after surgery and a few months of physical rehab, but the interruption meant that he still hadn’t kissed Mary. He didn’t know what she tasted like. What sounds she would make. How long her perfume would linger on his skin. He's more on edge now than any mission he’s flown.

All week, he’s been itching for an opportunity to get her alone so he could finally press his lips to hers, as long as that’s what she still wants. He’s pretty sure she does. He’s caught her staring at his mouth several times, her chocolate eyes shyly meeting his when she realizes she’s been made.

He’s never been so grateful to hear Cyclone’s grumpy voice replace Mary’s sweet tone, the admiral thanking everyone and reminding the North Island team of the final prep meeting before ending the program review. As the crowd disburses, Bradley makes his way toward the front, heading directly for Mary to ask her to eat lunch with him.

In her office.

Alone.

With the door locked.

Halfway there, his path is abruptly blocked by Melissa Ludden, one of the visiting Boeing representatives. A new program manager, she’s visiting Coronado for the first time to get an understanding of what’s needed for the next generation of fighters, and she’s had target lock on Bradley since the kickoff meeting. Ten years ago, he would have reciprocated - hell, he probably would have had her in his bed after the first happy hour mixer - but now he couldn’t be less interested if he tried. He can admit that she’s very pretty and she seems smart, but the perky twenty-four-year-old can’t hold a match to his Mary.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” She also can’t get his rank correct, which irks Bradley, and tallies yet another point against her. “Boeing is hosting some of the attendees to lunch at Clark Square Grill; we would love for you to join us!”

“Thank you for the invitation, ma’am, but I can’t. I have deployment prep meetings this afternoon, so I’m needed on base.” He politely turns her down, secretly reveling in the little bit of twisted pleasure sparked by how her face drops.

Thankfully, he’s saved from her trying to plead her case and convince him by Slider calling him over, an order he swiftly – and happily – follows.

“Dave, this is Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster, this is Dave Rhoads, the West Coast service director from Lemoore.” The name is familiar, sparking something in his brain as his uncle introduces him to an older gentleman.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Oh, please, call me Dave!” The thin but jolly man insists with a firm handshake. “I was just telling these three how much I appreciated your feedback on the training pipeline.”

That’s how I know that name. “I’m glad it helped; we weren’t sure if anything we were sending up to you would be useful.”

“No, it was great! Getting perspective from pilots really helped us grease the wheels in some places where we were stuck. You should be very proud of your squad, Mav.”

“I’m glad their complaining finally was do something besides give me a headache.” Mav jokes before pulling Dave into a different conversation, leaving Bradley with Slider and Mary.

“Mary, you probably already know him, but if you don’t, this is Bradley.”

“Yes, Ron. I know Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw quite well.”

Bradley feels himself go hot, heat racing up his neck at hearing his full rank come from her mouth. He ignores his uncle, refusing to look at him, already knowing a shit-eating grin is spreading across his dumb face.

“Oh, really, M&M?” He could punch his uncle for the way he laughs through his question. “Exactly how well do you know my nephew?”

“Your nephew?”

“How do you know each other?!” He can’t help how he blurts it out; his confusion overclouding the manners his mother drilled into him.

“Slider was my mentor when I worked in Pensacola. We spent many hours together working on the flight school repair schedule and trying to get me to fully understand the ranks. He’s the one that gave me the flight school sweatshirt with my call sign on it - I think you’ve seen me wear that, right?” Mary’s eyes twinkle, letting him know she’s laughing at how his jaw drops.

“I’m the one that convinced her to go up on a flight!”

“Tricked!” Mary jokingly snaps, smacking his arm with her notebook, comfortable joking around now that the room has cleared.

“Tomato, potato.” His uncle turns to him, his grin even bigger. “She always loved that photo I have of you on my bookshelf. The one where you’re laying on the changing table clutching your little teddy bear.”

“That’s you?! That’s such a cute photo!”

“How do you have that photo? I thought I destroyed all copies of that!” Bradley groans, not sure if he’s more embarrassed that it’s been on his uncle’s desk for years or that Mary has seen what is arguably his worst baby photo. The one where he’s red in the face from crying and screaming, clutching a teddy bear with an atrociously full diaper.

“Nope! And you’ll never get rid of it now because I’ve made a digital copy and distributed it to everyone!”

“Oh my god…” Bradley looks at the ceiling, cursing who is listening for making his parents' generation technologically savvy.

“A group of us are going over to Victory Café for lunch; you guys want to join? My treat.”

“I can’t; I have a meeting in a few minutes and then more this afternoon. But you can buy me a drink at the Hard Deck tonight.”

“Yeah, fine, M&M. One vodka cran on me.” Slider laughs as Mary starts to walk away.

“Oh!” She turns back. “When you have some time this afternoon, could you stop by my office, Bradley?”

“Uh- sure! I can stop by after your meeting and before the briefing?”

“That works, see you then.” Mary gives a quick wave, and the two men watch her walk away, grabbing her phone from the lockers outside the VTC room.

“I’m not going to give you a shovel talk because I can tell how much you care about her. Though, had I known that she was the one you were acting like such an idiot about a few weeks ago, I would have flown out here early just to kick your ass. But I will tell you how much I love that girl; she’s like another kid to me, just like you are. So be careful, communicate, and do your best not to hurt each other.”

“I won’t; I’m just lucky she forgave me because I love her. I mean- I- uh-” Bradley stutters, shocked that those words just came flowing out of his mouth without permission.

“God, you’re just like Goose.” Ron smiles at his nephew and pulls him into a hug, a bittersweet feeling washing over him, realizing how much the boy acts like his father, despite barely remembering him. “They would both be so proud of you.”

Bradley gets a little choked up, feeling like a little kid again when his uncle runs a gentle hand over his head, stroking his hair just like he used to when he was small. “Thanks, Uncle Ron.”

“So…” He can’t hold it back; he has to embarrass him just a little bit more. For his own enjoyment. “Why do ya think she wants you to stop by her office?”

“Please stop.”

“Ohhh! Look at how red you are, baby goose! Are you hoping it’s something dirty?”

“I’m walking away.”

“Your call sign should have been tomato!” Laughter follows Bradley out the door and down the hall to the canteen, where he grabs two sandwich and chips combos.

“You okay, Bradley?” Halo quietly asks when he silently joins the squad, used to the boisterous nature of her teammate.

“I’m good. Thanks, Callie. Just thinking about the rest of the shit I gotta do before Saturday.”

He chuckles as she groans and launches into a rant about everything she’s procrastinated. Bradley listens intently as she vents, giving suggestions when he can, with Bob adding an occasional comment from across the table.

“And thankfully Aliyah’s friend was willing to watch Rupert and water my plants while I’m gon, since she backed out on me!” Callie exclaims. “Like, I’m happy she’s finally getting to go on this trip, but now I'm gonna owe Kelly like six hundred favors when I get back.”

“I’m glad you found someone in time and didn’t have to put him in a kennel until Aliyah gets back from Europe!” Bob says, knowing how much she hates putting her dog in the kennel for long stretches.

Bradley is just about to ask more about the woman who’s going to be watching Callie’s chocolate lab when the mechanics who work for Mary get in line for food.

“I’ll see you guys at the briefing; I’m gonna go take care of a few things.” He dumps his trash, ignoring the table full of protests as he turns toward Mary’s office.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the fifth floor of the admin wing. As the newest addition to the team, Mary had been relegated to an office on the mostly empty top floor. The lack of neighbors was a bonus when bored pilots visited, but the end-of-the-hall corner office was as far away from her shop as she could get.

He slows down as he gets closer, not wanting to interrupt whoever she’s talking to with her “I’m calm, but just barely” voice. It’s one she usually reserves for condescending admirals before tossing them to Cyclone so he can tear them apart on her behalf. Pausing in the doorway, he finds her staring at the ceiling, dissociating as the person on the other end yells loud enough that Bradley can hear it. He lightly coughs to grab her attention, smiling when she perks up and mashes the mute button.

“Beau wasn’t in his office, so I’m getting to listen to Cain’s bitching about my presentation on the manned flight stats as if I get to choose the content of the slides.” She looks down at the phone. “We’re going on thirteen minutes.”

“I brought you a turkey sandwich and kettle chips, if that helps?”

“Oh, Bradley, you’re so sweet! What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be a lot hungrier in the afternoons. You want this now or in the fridge?”

“Fridge, please.” Mary hums before returning to her call. “Yes, sir. I hear you, but like I said earlier-”

As he’s storing the food in her mini fridge, her nails start to tap against the desk, frustration levels high after being cut off again. Bradley grimaces at her in sympathy. Everyone at NAS North Island is aware of Chester Cain’s personal vendetta against Maverick and how it’s begun to leak to anyone on base involved with manned flights.

He settles into one of her chairs, stealing a mint from the bowl on her desk and looking out the window. He loves Mary’s office, even though it technically sucks. She’s alone at this end of the hall, it’s a trek down to the repair shop, the elevator seems like it’s out of order more than it works, and in the hot summer months the air conditioning struggles to cool the westward-facing room. But he feels like the good parts make up for the bad. Like the privacy it provides and how huge the space is; big enough for her desk, two chairs, a conference table, all of her file cabinets, and a loveseat that has seen more than a few naps from the Dagger Squad. Bradley’s favorite part is the large windows that give a perfect view of the airfield, from the tower all the way to the end of the runway and the ocean.

He’s watching waves form and crash on the breakers when Mary moves around her desk, the phone cord stretching as she closes and locks the door, her stockinged feet silent on the tile. She surprises him when she continues her loop, perching on his leg with Admiral Cain still chattering in her ear. For a moment, he’s frozen, completely taken off guard by this development and the nervous look on her face, but it doesn’t take him long to get on board.

Bradley sits up straighter, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her onto his lap while the other grips her thigh to tug her legs over his other thigh. Mary’s free hand wraps around his shoulder, immediately playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, sending goosebumps across his skin.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir. I have to go; I have someone in my office I need to speak with about final deployment preparations. But I will make sure Admiral Simpson is aware of your feelings.” Bradley listens as he natters on for another minute, unsure how Mary keeps her cool.

“Yes, Admiral, I understand. Goodbye.” She slams the phone down. “You stupid fucking dickhead.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel, honey.” His hand slips under the hem of her skirt when she leans back into his chest, her hands slipping around his shoulders as she crosses one leg over the other.

“That was me being nice. He’s lucky I actually care about keeping this job.”

Bradley doesn’t get a chance to respond because Mary is pressing their lips together. He instantly responds, tilting his head to meet her and sliding his hand up to cup her neck. She’s so warm and solid on his lap; he loves the weight of her pressing against him.

Time feels syrupy, slow and sweet, matching their pace. It’s taken them ages to get here, their first kiss, but there’s no rush, no urgency. It’s comfortable - loving - like they’ve been doing this for years. He’s in awe of how perfectly they fit together, their bodies instinctively reacting to each other. It starts to heat up when their tongues meet, the two of them pressing closer, closer, closer to taste each other.

Minty. She must've had a mint before I showed up, he thinks as his left hand slips further under her skirt. Bradley feels his brain break when he meets lace halfway up her thigh.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” He asks, voice edging on desperate.

Mary nods, panting and looking gorgeous with her flushed cheeks. “I hate pantyhose, and it’s so much easier to just wear the garter belt.”

“Garter be-” He groans loudly, thankful no contractors are occupying the neighboring offices. “Fuck, Mary. Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

Bradley presses a bruising kiss to her lips before making his easy down her neck, leaving teasing kisses up and down the sensitive skin. He undoes her top two buttons and tugs the collar aside to nip at her collarbone, perfume invading his senses.

Would it be weird to get a travel bottle of her perfume?

He knows he’s not thinking entirely straight, but he doesn’t think it would. He could spritz his pillow and fall asleep every night to the same sweet citrus and floral notes he’s smelling now. It’s that thought that has his hand wandering to her buttons again, his goal to get her shirt off and then maybe spread her out on her desk or bend her over the table or get her in his lap on the couch…

“Bradley, wait, we- shit!” Mary pulls him back to her face, chest heaving. “We still have meetings.”

“Shit. Right.” He abandons the buttons, instead choosing to play with the hem of her skirt while he closes his eyes and tries to calm down. Mary rests her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. They sit there for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company, just reveling in the way their bodies move in unison as their breathing starts to sync up.

“So, uh… not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

“Don’t kiss anyone while you’re gone.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, honey.” Bradley nudges her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Why would I when I’ve got you waiting for me at home?”

“I just- I saw Melissa flirting with you and…” Mary trails off, and he understands.

“She can try to flirt all she wants, but she can’t compare to you, Mary. You’re so much better than her. She can’t even get my rank right, never mind the fact that she’s twelve years younger than me. Besides, I don’t like blondes, you know that.” He winks at her, making her laugh, which was his goal.

“Is that why you and Jake are always fighting?” She innocently blinks at him, teasing him for the pseudo-feud he has with his wingman.

“You think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I am, actually.” Mary brushes their lips together. “Can do this whenever I want now.”

“Been wanting to do this for a while?” He asks between kisses.

She hums and nods slightly, more focused on slipping her tongue into his mouth again. “Ever since that first night at the Hard Deck.”

“You’ve wanted to kiss me since we met?

“M&M?” A knock on the door startles them apart, Mary almost falling off his lap, catching herself on the desk and rattling her knick knacks and picture frames. “You good, Vertucci?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine. What’s up?”

She springs off his lap, her cheeks redder than he’s ever seen, and he knows his match. It’s a good thing his uncle can’t see them through the frosted glass; they look guilty as hell, like two teenagers who got caught making out in the backseat.

“Well, I want to get set up for the meeting early, but I don’t know how the controls work in the VTC room. I was hoping you could show me since you have to be there anyway.”

Both of them relax, thankful he’s unaware of what he interrupted. Mary moves to open the door. “Sure, I can do that! I just-” She stutters to a stop after catching sight of her reflection in the mirror above her couch. It’s very obvious what they’d been doing.

“I just have a few things to take care of, and I’ll be down in a couple minutes!” She croaks, trying to rebutton her shirt and fix her hair at the same time.

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.” Bradley watches his silhouette turn away; his sigh of relief is premature when his uncle comes back after a few steps. “Oh, I almost forgot! Bradley? Mav is looking for you; go meet him in the hangar.”

All the blood drains from his face, and Mary turns in horror, their eyes meeting in terror. He clears his throat. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Take a few minutes if you need to!” This time, the silhouette walks all the way down the hall, laughing and whistling to himself the entire way.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I can never speak to him again!” Mary moans, dropping onto the loveseat and burying her face in her hands.

“If it makes you feel better, he’s caught me doing worse.”

“Really?” He smiles at the way she peeks at him between her fingers.

“Unfortunately. I was bad about locking my door, and he was bad about knocking.” Her nose scrunches, obviously trying not to laugh at him. “It’s okay, you can laugh. You would think one of us would have learned after the first time it happened. Or the second. Or the third.”

He smiles as she snorts, pressing a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound and sinking into the couch. Her laughter dies down as they stare at each other. Bradley doesn’t think he’s been happier than this moment, Mary smiling at him with her partially unbuttoned shirt and mussed hair.

“We should probably go.” She sighs and nods in agreement.

He watches as she fixes her shirt and smooths her hair in the mirror, inspecting her makeup before padding over to the corner.

“These are for you.” She holds out a container from the shelf above her mini fridge.

He looks through the clear plastic. “What are these?”

“I made you those peanut butter bites you liked so much. They’re not the most exciting thing, but they don’t have to be refrigerated, so you can take them on the carrier. And you should be getting a box about halfway through deployment, so make sure you send me anything you want so I can put it in for you.”

Bradley takes a shaky breath, unable to swallow the lump in his throat. No one had ever made him a treat to take with him, and it’s been years since he’s gotten a care package that wasn’t from a volunteer group. Despite the fact that he wasn’t speaking to Ice, Sarah had sent him packages during his first few deployments. But that stopped when Ice got sick the first time, and it didn’t start again when the cancer went into remission.

It sucked being the only one being passed a charity box full of things he didn’t like or need, but he understood. Their life was different at that point. New health rules to follow, more appointments, their kids were starting to have kids. There was no spare time for unnecessary things, like sending a box of goodies to a kid who was refusing to speak to them.

“Bradley?” His name is said quietly, and he looks up to find Mary looking anxious, her brow creased in worry.

He drops the Tupperware on her desk with a clang and pulls her into his arms, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth and hoping it conveys everything he’s feeling that he can’t quite say.

Thank you for thinking about me. Thank you for caring about me. I love you.

She reciprocates, matching him, knowing this is one of the last times they’ll see each other alone before he’s gone for two months.

“Thank you.” He whispers when they break apart, Mary smiling at him and pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away to put her heels back on.

Bradley walks her to the conference room, his hand brushing hers, but neither of them bold enough to hold hands when anyone could catch them. He spends the time watching her, savoring the quiet moments they get to spend together. A quick glance into the conference rooms reveals his uncle fighting with the display screen behind the podium, so he pulls her to the side of the doors and, after thoroughly checking the hall, kisses her.

The first time of many that he’ll dare to kiss her in an empty hallway of NAS North Island throughout their lives.

“I’ll see you at the Hard Deck.” He murmurs against her lips before opening the door and waving at Slider.

“Finally! Mary, what the hell does “extend the display” mean?” Ron rolls his eyes when he sees his nephew staring at his mentee like a lovesick puppy. “Bradshaw! Get your ass to the hangar, now!”

Bradley snaps to attention, giving a sarcastic salute that he only gets away with is because there’s no one else around, and the admiral glaring at him also witnessed his many potty-training failures. He gives his uncle a genuine grin as he turns to leave, getting instructions to prop the door open and an overexaggerated wink in return.

He does as told and hesitates for a minute before stepping to the side of the doorway, hoping he understood the non-verbal hint correctly.

“So… you and Bradley? That’s something you didn’t mention the last time we talked, Mary.”

“It’s new, very new. Could you not say anything to anyone – not even Mav – for now, please?”

“You got it, kiddo. Just try not to hurt him.”

“I won’t, Ron. I lo-” She cuts herself off, and the silence of the hall is deafening. Bradley can hardly hear her continue above his racing heart. “I care about him too much to hurt him.”

His phone is continuously buzzing in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to answer it; he knows it’s Mav or one of the Daggers looking for him. In a daze of excitement and nerves, he makes his way to the hangar, wishing more than anything that he wasn’t walking into the final deployment briefing. He wants to turn around, throw Mary over his shoulder, and drive them up the coast until they find a little mountain town with no cell service and stay there for two months instead.

“There you are! Rooster, what took you so long?” He should feel lucky that it’s just an exasperated Maverick he has to deal with and not Cyclone.

“Sorry, Mav, had to drop something off to Admiral Kerner.” It’s probably the wrong excuse to give, his uncles are definitely going to gossip, and he’s going to get so much shit tonight for it. But he can’t bring himself to care as he slips into his chair, smiling so big at Hangman that half the squad worriedly looks at him.

She loves me.

Mary loves me.

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behindyourbarrette · 3 years ago

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like you a latte - matcha latte

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pairing: spencer reid x fem reader

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Needless to say, Twilight Time isn’t very crowded on Thursday afternoons.

You rarely pick up closing shifts anymore—for reasons totally unrelated to the doctor who almost exclusively arrives in the morning—but you’re covering for Sally, and it’s a nice day out. The rain has let up in favor of mild weather, the sun just barely peeking through the clouds as people drift past the shop. Despite the fact that there’s more foot traffic on the street, not many people come in to order. You don’t blame them. Why have hot coffee on a day like this?

Your back is turned when you hear a group enter, and your heart soars at the prospect of tips. For whatever reason, most people are more inclined to tip when they know their friends are watching. You call out to let them know you’ll be right with them, and after you’re done fidgeting with the settings of the coffee grinder, you turn.

It’s Spencer. But he’s not alone.

There are a total of four people before you, each intimidating you in slightly different ways. They’re all agents, as evidenced by their not-so-concealed carries. You recognize a few of the characters. Spencer’s told you about JJ, who you assume to be the friendly blonde, and Penelope, who is a vision in fuchsia. That leaves Emily, who’s whispering to JJ, eyes fixed on you. You try to absorb the sight, them together. Spencer looks at ease, a wide smile on his face as he looks between you and the group.

“Hey, Spencer. These your coworkers?” You crack a nervous smile, knitting your fingers together. He nods, introducing them each in turn. JJ grins in your direction, and Penelope waves at you with a fingerlessly-gloved hand. Emily reaches across the bar to shake your hand. You get the sense that there’s something Spencer hasn’t told you.

“What can I get you guys?”

Spencer shrugs, defaulting to JJ and Emily. Penelope pipes up, eyes bright as she peers at the menu above you.

“Do you have matcha, sweetheart? I’ve been meaning to try that. It’s great for your skin.” You nod, pulling a cup out and inscribing Penelope’s name on it. JJ and Emily both order americanos, exchanging a sheepish grin. After setting their cups aside, you turn to Spencer.

“Genius, you should really try the matcha. It’ll give you brain power. Not that you need any more.” Penelope does jazz hands to emphasize her excitement, and Spencer shrugs. You watch them interact for a moment before you realize he’s turned to you for your approval.

“Oh. I really like matcha. It’s green tea, and a matcha latte tastes light and sweet. I think you’d like it.” He nods, and orders it hot. Penelope orders iced; you smile as you consider that they compliment each other, eventually turning away to prepare everyone’s drinks. They’re all relatively simple, and you manage to include latte art in the hot drinks. Spencer’s is last, and you flick your wrist to finish the design. Crossing the bar, you hand each agent their drink in turn.

Penelope sips at her drink first, the bright green matching one of her rings perfectly. Spencer eyes his dubiously, poking at it with a wooden stirring stick.

“It’s very green.” He whispers to Penelope, who cackles in response.

JJ catches your eye as you watch, lingering between the bar and their seats. With a smile, she waves you over.

“You’ve totally ruined other coffee for Spence. We had to come try it for ourselves.” She whispers, leaning down. You aren’t sure how to feel about her tone; there’s a glint of something in her eye, something playfully secretive. You’re not sure what part of this you’re not in on.The idea of Spencer mentioning you at all is foreign—sure, you’ve told your roommates, and your coworkers found out that you do, in fact, have a favorite regular. Still, you never considered the idea that you bleed into other parts of his life. You steal a glance at him while JJ compliments her americano. He’s sipping at his matcha, a green mustache left behind.

“You have a magic touch, Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever had coffee this good in the states.” Emily flashes you a grin as if she can sense your nervousness. You relax a little, asking her about her work abroad instead of getting lost in your head. She strikes you as a diplomat, and a compliment from her feels like something to be savored. Penelope raves to you about the health benefits of matcha, and you immediately feel welcomed by her. If you were to run a study comparing the approachability between pink polka dots and pantsuits, you're sure that polka dots would win.

“Are you an agent, too?” You ask, stirring your own iced coffee with a straw. Eyeing the clock, you’ve decided that this counts as your break. Tyler be damned. Penelope giggles, shaking her head.

“Oh God no. Well, technically. I’m a technical analyst, so I work on the computer and tech end of things.” She explains, and you nod. It makes a lot of sense. While both JJ and Emily exude the energy of most cops—authoritative, with a critical eye—Garcia does’t fit that mold. It’s this that draws you to her.

You learn that JJ has a son named Henry, a surprisingly Southern boyfriend to match, and that Emily has a cat named Sergio. Despite their highbrow titles, you don’t feel out of place. It’s easy to sip at your coffee, the cup cool against your fingertips, and listen.

“Are you in school? Spence mentioned that you majored in literature.” JJ sets her cup down, flexing her fingers against the air. You feel yourself flush now that the attention is on you. The fact that he chose this detail to divulge sticks between your ribs. You haven't told him much about your work—he insisted on reading your thesis, and even reread the source material to better discuss it with you—but apparently, what you have discussed has made an impression.

“Yeah, actually. I’m in my second year of law school.” You admit. Emily nods in approval, reaching out to high five you.

“Damn. With all the assholes you deal with in customer service, you’ll make a great attorney.” You high five her with a small smile on your face, stealing a glance at Spencer. He seems elated, clearly enjoying the dynamic he’s observing.

“Do you want to go into criminal law?”

JJ asks, eyes wide with curiosity. You shake your head ruefully. They take it well, shrugging their shoulders. To their credit, their branch of law enforcement deals with the process prior to prosecution. You shudder at the idea of what happens after they catch the bad guys.

“No, not really. I’m looking at either the entertainment or environmental sector.”

The group murmurs, and the conversation devolves into small talk about law. You look to Spencer for an escape, and he suggests that they take a walk. Once the girls have trickled out of the room, each hugging you goodbye, you’re left alone with Spencer.

“Hey.”

You laugh at the simplicity of his greeting, turning to toss your empty coffee cup into the trash. Spencer flushes a deep shade of red, raking his hands through his hair.

“Your friends aren’t how I expected. Really cool, though. Especially for like, Quantico professionals.” You wipe the counter down, and the reality that you’re on the clock hits you, a little dizzily. Did his coworkers really just want to meet Spencer’s barista? The realization tastes a little bitter, and you bite back any further questioning in favor of looking up at him.

“Yeah. They’re like family.” He looks out the window, hands deep in his pockets. His whole demeanor is stiff, and you resist the urge to reach out and force his shoulders down from his ears.

“Did you like the matcha? I wasn’t sure you would. I used the oat milk you like.” Slowly, he relaxes. With a small smile, he nods.

“It was good. I like most teas, I’m finding. It wasn’t too sweet.” You add matcha to the mental list you keep, of drinks he likes. It’s become your mission to expand it. In the months since he started branching out, you’ve managed to add a few drinks to his core rotation.

“You know you’re one of my friends too, right?”

This catches you off guard. You pause in the motion of sweeping the floor, carefully raising your eyes to meet his. While nervous, he sounds sincere. When met with your silence, he continues.

“I just wanted you to know.”

You nod carefully. The implications of this are something you’ll consider later, when you’re alone. He’s only confirming something you’ve already known, but something about it stings. The word crosses your mind briefly, but it sticks. It’s bittersweet.

“I know.” Your voice is low, soft against the din of the coffee shop. Spencer doesn’t look satisfied, opening his mouth to say something then closing it again. He glances between you and the window.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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beeexx · 4 years ago

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Meet the Family

Carlos meets Gwyneth Strand for the first time.

Set before 2x01, a missing scene.

Word count: 13.3. Read on AO3.

TK has spent the better part of the week in offices of higher ups, getting cleared for active duty again, which means he hasn’t had the time to see Carlos much at all. But he’s been looking forward to lunch together all week, and therefore, he spends the better part of it sending him looks that Carlos can read into however he wants to, but judging by the slightest tightening of his grip around the fork or how his foot keeps climbing higher up TK’s leg, almost unconsciously, he’s definitely thinking along similar lines as TK is.

Not that the lunch isn’t lovely and being in Carlos’ presence is making TK feel a little like a moth to the flame, Carlos’ undivided attention on him is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before, a little addictive for sure and TK knows all about what that’s like. But this is the good kind of high, the one leaving you with tingles all over, wide smiles that are real and butterflies in your chest.

But putting all the lovey dovey feelings he’s definitely experiencing aside, he’s also, and unashamedly so, a little horny and he hasn’t had sex in ages because of this stupid injury and Carlos’ stupid (and hot) caring side that refuses to give in to TK’s puppy dog eyes because strenious ativities are not yet approved by the doctor. Or they haven’t been, until now, so now he’s going to look at his boyfriend and put all kinds of images in his head that they can later on reenact in his bedroom.

Yep TK is a genius.

On the drive over to TK’s he can barely keep his hands to himself though, biting at his lip, hard to prevent himself from reaching out for Carlos and causing an accident, that would defeat the purpose of the car ride altogether, even though it’s really tempting. His house is closer and Owen is on a shift, yes TK double checked so the promise of an empty house and a whole afternoon to take advantage of, is making him feel extremely happy, butterflies in his stomach kind of happy, while he also has to remind himself that they’ll arrive soon and he doesn’t need to attach himself to Carlos just yet.

But it’s proving to be really hard, the anticipation in the air between getting harder and harder to ignore.

Once they do make it to TK's house, he immediately pulls Carlos close, his patience all but gone now when they’re finally able to touch and Carlos seems to be in a similar position to him. He pulls TK closer, shifts a little so the angle TK is currently in allows him to rub perfectly up against Carlos’s crotch, the outline of his dick digging into the inside of TK’s thigh.

Yep he needs to get them inside now.

Carlos presses up against his back as TK tries to unlock the door, leaving kisses on the exposed skin, making goosebumps erupt all over TK’s body, making it even more difficult to focus on the task at hand. The door finally makes a triumphant click and TK turns, meeting Carlos’ hungry lips before he twists the door open, the both of them stumbling inside, hands never leaving each other. The door shuts and Carlos pushes TK up against it and finally TK thinks, kissing back with the vigor of a man who has not been kissed like this by his boyfriend for days. Carlos hands travel down to the hem of his shirt, ready to throw it off. He feels the slowburn of arousal in the pit of his stomach, making him shift on his feet.

There is a cough and clearing of someone’s throat that makes both TK and Carlos freeze up in each other’s arms. TK closes his eyes and leans his head on Carlos’ sturdy chest before he thinks ‘oh God no’.

Carlos has gone rigid instead, one hand braced against the door in an awkward fashion, his eyes trained on the ground. TK looks up, blushes all over when he spots Gwyneth sitting by the kitchen island, smirk in place and looking way too comfortable that anyone in her position should have the right to be.

“Honey.” She says teasingly and TK groans and steps out from Carlos’ arms, putting some distance between them, but makes sure to keep close.

“Mom.” He says tightly. “I thought you were arriving on Thursday.”

“It is Thursday.” She says.

“What? Right, right…” He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up, feeling like the floor has been pulled out from underneath the ground, swallowing TK whole. Fuck why is this his life?

Carlos clears his throat a few times and finally turns around, fixing his shirt, eyes flitting nervously around the room before landing on his mom. Gwyneth smirks when he finally dares to meet her eyes.

“Carlos, it’s nice to meet you, I have heard a lot about you.” She smiles, all hard edges and shark like. For all of Owen’s faults, at least he has always been supportive, that cannot be said about his mother. Carlos gulps, clearly sensing that he might not be welcome.

“Mom.” TK tries intervening but Gwyneth clicks her tongue at him, softening her smile slightly though.

“You really are like your dad aren’t you…” She mutters but she comes forward, chique pantsuit on, hair falling in long messy curls behind her back, light makeup on, looking way too put together for someone who has spent almost 4 hours on a plane should do.

“Did TK tell you that this isn’t the first time this has happened by the way? I once walked in on him when he was maybe 16, it was his first boy -”

“Mom!” He interrupts, ears the colour of lobsters and he keeps shooting glances at Carlos who looks like he isn’t sure if he’s supposed to leave or not.

“Mom.” He tries again, shooting her a reproachful glare and she bites her lip, eyes gleeful. But she sips her mouth shut.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

“Your dad picked me up from the airport and drove me here.”

“Right, and no one thought to tell me?”

“He said you’d be out for lunch with Carlos. I take it the plans changed.” TK groans.

“No those plans were intact, we just decided to come here for dessert.” It’s a terrible terrible joke to make and TK regrets it immediately because Carlos winces and his mother smirks, her quick mind already coming up with ten different ways to match that reply.

“Don’t.” He warns and she chuckles, holds her hands up, backing off.

But she doesn’t stay placated for long, she never has, and she comes forward, smile intact but somehow managing to wear an expression of impassiveness as well, her eyes fixed on Carlos as she puts her hand forward for him to shake. He looks at it for a moment, obviously confused before he puts his hand in hers in a jerky movement. She shakes it, firmly but Carlos has pulled himself together enough to match it and she looks a little less hostile immediately.

“Carlos, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Gwyneth.” Their eyes meet, and her eyes are sharp and alert, probably already having categorised everything she’s gauged about Carlos’ down in her head, already started a mental list of hers.

His mother’s sharpness and her uncanny ability to be too adept at reading a room, any room, has served her well in her professional life. It hasn’t served TK well at all, and he learnt quickly that lying to her never worked well at all. Well apart from the drugs, that one TK hid so well that he would have probably been able to get away with it for years longer, had his dad not accidentally come home one evening and found him puking his guts out in the bathroom. Apart from that it’s been a major argument between him and his mother, her inability, that he called judgment and she called intuition, to leave that by the door or at her job, and not make up her mind about TK’s friends and boyfriends, before they were even able to make a case for themselves.

So TK feels bad for Carlos, because he knows all too well what it feels like to be on the other side of her scrutiny.

“Yes, Mrs. Strand, it’s nice to meet you too.” Carlos says and he looks a little more at ease, probably faking it well, but Gwyneth studies his face a moment longer before she nods admicabally, and it’s as good of an improval from her that it can be at the moment.

“So, do you want to stay?”

“He’s not staying.” TK interrupts, he isn’t putting himself nor Carlos through an interrogation from her right now. He might need to prep Carlos for that and himself too for that matter.

“I guess I’m not staying.” Carlos says, and it makes Gwyneth chuckle, looking between the two of them before her eyes land on TK, her eyebrow lifting in a silent question.

“But it was nice to meet you, if you’re in town for some time I’m sure we can find a time for dinner or coffee or something.”

“Yes, you know what I’m sure that’s possible.” But it’s sais genuinely so thank fuck for that.

Carlos nods his goodbye and TK follows him to the door, feeling his mother’s eyes at the back of his neck, very obviously listening to them. He opens the door to give them some privacy and steps outside with Carlos, closing the door firmly behind them. He leans against it, feeling the air go out of him completely. Carlos is silent, waiting for him to speak.

“Soooo, that’s my mother.”

“She’s intense…”

“Tell me about it...I’m sorry, I forgot she was coming to town this week.”

“Well I guess I’m not the first to meet her this way.” Carlos jokes but it lightens the mood between them and honestly TK’s never been happier to date someone who can joke about something that could have become a massive thorn in their side going forward. Not everyone is fond of overprotective mothers.

“Yeah… no, that was way worse than this though. She can be vicious when she wants to, that's all I’m saying, you’ve already passed her first test.”

“There are tests I need to pass?” TK shrugs awkwardly.

“Probably…”

“Well, I better bring my A game then.” TK huffs, but it turns into a soft little smile because he really can’t believe Carlos. Most people would have run for the hills by now and decided this is not worth it. Well most people would have probably run for the hills when they found out he was an addict.

Carlos is proving to be the exception to most of the rules.

TK steps up close and pulls him in, kissing him hard on the mouth, pulling a groan and a hiss out of Carlos who cradles his face close to slow it down before they both get too lost in each other.

Carlos is the one to stop it completely though, his eyes dark and flush high on his cheeks, looking absolutely gorgeous, and he holds TK’s head in his hands, stroking a thumb up and down his cheek gently before he smiles softly.

“I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, yeah, do that.” TK says breathlessly and Carlos leans forward to gently kiss his lips, before he steps away, TK missing him immediately.

Before he goes back in to face his mother he needs a moment to catch his breath. He counts to 5 in his head before he opens the door and goes back in.

She’s sitting where he left her, typing away on her phone, but she puts it down when he comes towards her, lifting an eyebrow.

“Can I say hi to my son now?”

“You probably shouldn’t be allowed to after you scared my boyfriend off.” But he’s already opening his arms and she huffs, steps in close and hugs him tightly, her hard exterior melting away now when it’s just the two of them. He closes his eyes, admitting that it is nice to see her. She steps back, cups his face in her hands to look at him properly. He lets her, knows she will not calm down until she’s allowed her little ritual.

“How are you?” She asks.

“I’m good.” She gives him a piercing look and doesn’t say anything.

“I am good! I swear.” He defends and she huffs, kisses his cheek before she steps away.

“Good, good.” She takes out her suitcase, it’s massive, and opens it up.

“Mom, you are here for 10 days, why have you packed like you’re going to be here for months?” She heaves an unimpressed sigh and grunts, flipping the suitcase on its back before she opens it up.

“Now, now. One never knows, there could be an emergency.”

“That requires these?” He holds up the Prada heels skeptically and she rolls her eyes, grabs them out of his hands.

“These are the latest in my suede collection, they’re gorgeous right?”

“Yes, yes, they are. Still, it doesn’t answer my earlier question.” He points out. She ignores him and starts to riffle through her things before she picks up a baby blue paper bag that’s been wrapped securely in an airtight plastic bag.

“Now, that’s no way to treat your mother that comes bearing gifts.” She hands it to him and he can’t help but let out the little happy squeal as he rips it out of her hands.

“Aw you shouldn't have.” She chuckles at his delight and he immediately stands up and puts the bag down on the counter, hands twitching in anticipation, just staring at it lovingly.

“You’re not a child, you can eat cookies whenever you want.”

“I’m 27 and I live at home.” He points out.

“Well, that is all your own doing.” But she kisses his cheek lovingly and he huffs, happy that they can still joke about the elephant in the room. He rips the bag open, mouth salivating at the sight, can’t wait any longer when the smell of freshly baked cookies hit him.

“How is Fred? Did you tell him hi for me?” He asks, mouth around a chocolate chip cookie, munching away happily as the heavenly taste spreads around in his mouth. The cookie is still soft in the middle, it’s beautiful.

“He is good, he says hi back and that he misses his favorite customer. Apparently Lily has started high school, can you believe?”

TK can’t, he used to remember her being so young, but she’s always been sassy and she’s going to give poor Fred hell.

Fred’s bakery was a little corner place a few blocks away from TK’s apartment. He used to go there way too often and buy all the sweet pastries in his way. The cookies quickly became a favorite, and he became Fred’s favourite customer because of it. He misses the place dearly. He still hasn’t found a bakery here in Austin he likes as much as that one, and when he keeps telling Carlos that he huffs, having become set on finding a place that will make TK just as happy as Fred’s did back in New York. TK isn’t going to complain, it’s been a fun little activity to play while he’s been on the mend and Carlos’ is almost ridiculous in his categorically organised note taking of the whole thing, dead set on finding him the perfect pastry. If it were anyone else, it would be ridiculous, but because it is Carlos and it’s a thing that’s been made to be about him, TK is just so touched and charmed by it that he’s willing to admit that Texas does have an amazing food scene, even the posh New Yorker in him is willing to admit as much.

“Did you give me this do distract me from all the clothes you brought?” He asks again.

“No, don’t be a smartass, clothes are no joke. Also are you sure you should be mouthing off to me? You own like 20 jumpers in the same colour alone, don’t come at me.” He snorts and it brings a laugh out of her, he’s missed their banter, he really has.

“They are not all in the same colour.” He pouts, but it shortly melts into a smile instead. “I’ve missed you.” He admits and her smile goes soft before she steps in close allowing him to pull her into a hug.

“I’ve missed you too kiddo, so coffee, I’m in desperate need of some.”

“Yeah, yeah, let me.”

“Don’t be silly, do you even know how to work that ridiculous coffee maker?”

“You have the exact same one at your apartment, I’ve used that plenty.” He points out, making her smirk but she walks over, easily enough making herself one, looking way too familiar with the setup.

“You want one?” He shakes his head. She lifts an eyebrow.

“One a day.” He says and she nods.

TK can drink coffee, sometimes he indulges. But he tries not to have any on the days he’s off, it tends to make him a little jittery and being prone to anxiety, he tends to avoid getting his heart rate up unnecessarily high normally, or at least when it comes to drinks and food. When it comes to other stuff he’s none too happy to overindulge a bit in, particularly if their name is Carlos Reyes.

He goes over to the fridge and takes out the tropical green smoothie from Whole Foods his dad stocks up on and Gwyneth snorts.

“That looks blergh.”

“You’re like a child.” He laughs. “It’s not the worst of his insane food ideas.”

“No, it really isn't.” She agrees.

“His food regime hasn’t totally gone down at the station, not as well as he’d hoped at least. He tried a cheese burger a while back.”

“Did he now? Wow he’s a changed man.” She jokes and TK delights in having an ally to make fun of his dad with, someone that knows him and loves him enough that it’s okay.

And even after the divorce Owen and Gwyneth usually ganged up on him, it’s nice to have someone to side with from time to time. He sits down beside her as she sips at her coffee.

“It’s a nice place.” She comments, looks around, taking note.

“The prices are insanely low compared to New York.”

“Yes, one of the many advantages. Speaking of New York, a nice little couple moved into your apartment, did you know?”

“Yeah, dad said.”

“They seem nice.”

“Did you threaten them about the carpet in the bedroom?”

“I did, I told them how expensive it was.” She winks.

“You’re menace.”

“Yep, so what should we talk about first?”

“You really don’t know subtlety”

“I do, but I haven’t seen you in months and you are either too busy with work to reply to my texts or calls, or in a coma, or with your boyfriend, so I don’t have the time to beat around the bush.”

“In my defence, the coma wasn’t on purpose.”

“So, are you cleared for duty?” She ignores him and he nods, her eyes studying him close.

“Yeah just got cleared.”

“Good, 100%?”

“No, part time for a while.” She draws in a breath, relieved to hear.

“And therapy?” He sighs.

“She’s not like Doctor Harris, but she’s not bad either, just different.”

“Well I vetted her so.” He rolls his eyes.

“I know, you and dad really have no chill.”

“Not when it comes to you no. And so how are you?”

“Good, and that’s not a lie. Life has been weird, all over the place, crazy and hectic and in it I met Carlos who seems to have been the only stable thing in it all. But yes, it’s actually good for once.” Gwyneth smiles, proud.

“Good, I am happy to hear, really happy to hear. He seems -”

“If you insult him I’m leaving.” Her eyes widen and she burst out laughing.

“I was going to say that I like him actually.”

“Oh? Oh, okay well that’s good.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting him properly and not when you try and rip his clothes off.” He blushes and groans.

“God, I’m never living that down am I?”

“Honey, you have a tendency to be a little bit of a mess, I’m sure you’ll find something to do soon enough that I can tease you about, in the meantime, nope, you’re not living it down.”

“Great.” She laughs and ruffles his hair lovingly.

“I’m good at reading people, you know this, I like him, he’s different to all your previous boyfriends.”

“Different from Alex you mean.” She sighs, takes her hand away.

It’s no secret that Gwyneth has never been a fan of Alex. While Owen has almost always been supportive and hidden his disagreements when TK makes decisions he doesn’t like, Gwyneth has always been very vocal about what she thinks. Almost too vocal at times when he does things she really doesn’t like, and TK being TK and definitely his parent’s child, he’s done a lot of things she didn’t approve of.

Alex being one of them.

“TK I don’t want to fight, but yes, very different from Alex.” TK sighs, he doesn’t want to fight either and particularly not over fucking Alex.

“Yeah, fine…”

“I’ll have to get to know Carlos better but he clearly adores you.” TK’s eyes snap to hers trying to see if she’s lying, she isn’t. She is looking back at him with a knowing look in her eyes and TK averts his eyes, blushing and she giggles.

“Oh wow, you’re really taken by him too?”

“Shut up.” She laughs.

“I’m happy for you. I really am.”

“Thanks.” He whispers.

“Tell me everything.” He groans but sits up.

“It started badly.” But TK’s got to admit, gossiping about his love life or his life in general is something he’s missed doing with his mother. Owen is good at it but he’s just not her, doesn’t have her sharpness and wit.

“Really?”

“Terribly, which is why you have to be nice to him, he put up with me and that’s hard enough for anyone.”

“Oh shut up, you’re not a burden.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She scoffs when he doesn’t take her seriously, and moves forward, grabbing his face forcing him to look at her. She looks sad, the look she gets when TK is either being difficult or when she feels powerless and heartbroken, unable to reach him at all. He’s used to being on the receiving end of it, particularly after becoming an addict, and her face has often been shrouded in soft concern when they talk about it.

It used to make his skin crawl in discomfort, the pity too much for him to bear. Now, he thinks she’s earned the right to care about him this way, she’s been through it all with him, and she’s the only one he can tolerate the pity with.

“I mean it, not a burden, not now and not ever and if Carlos thinks so he doesn’t deserve you at all.” TK’s mouth twitches, Gwyneth’s overprotectiveness can be worse than Owen’s aloofness to all his decisions. It’s a fine line to walk between two parents that sometimes either care too little or way too much about what he does. TK still hasn’t found a perfect way to walk between it yet.

“He definitely doesn’t think so.”

“No?”

“No, mom, god, he’s been nothing but nice and supportive.” She studies his face closer, slightly frowning.

“I take it he knows about the addiction then?” TK nods, shrugs.

“It kind of became inevitable after a while, especially after I got arrested…”

“You did what now?!” TK flinches because whoops.

“Erm, I mean...kind of.”

“Tyler Kennedy Strand, no one gets kind of arrested.” He hates it when she uses his full name, he groans.

“Okay well you can’t be mad.”

“You know when you tell me that I can’t be mad it’s usually because you’ve done something bad.” But she lets go of his face and sits back, tapping her foot against the stool impatiently, backing off, something she rarely used to do when he was younger.

“Yeah okay, this was stupid. He made me dinner because he’s a nice thoughtful man that misread my signals of just wanting a casul hook up, and then said something about a marriage proposal and that struck a nerve because of Alex and the cheating, so I freaked, found myself a perfect little bar where a gay man can get beat up, got into a fight and then got arrested. He was the one to process me…”

“For real? Were you drunk? Or high?!”

“No, no, of course not. Mom, you would have heard about that. I was sober.”

“Well considering your track record, sober is better, but really? What in the world made you feel compelled to do something so stupid?” TK can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah funny, Carlos said the exact same thing.”

“Oh, smart man.”

“So I told him why because I had been a complete dick and then I continued kind of blowing him off about the whole thing which was a relationship but also wasn’t. It was very undefined for a while. He obviously wanted us to be more serious but he wouldn’t pressure me into anything, not until I wanted it too and expressed that to him. He’s just an extremely good guy, and then shit happened and here we are.”

“Huh? Shit happened, is that how you would explain it?” She smirks. “I think I like this Carlos the more I hear about him though.”

“Told you, he is a good guy.”

“Well that’s what you deserve, a really good guy.”

“Thanks.” He says, eyes flitting away, but smiling because TK cannot remember the last time he felt so good about being with someone.

As hard as it is to admit, it’s easy being with Carlos and he makes him feel really happy, a feeling TK isn’t too used to experiencing.

“So, is there a guest bedroom here or? Owen wasn’t exactly specific.” She changes the subject, satisfied for now, but he knows his mother, there will be more words and a longer conversation about everything that has happened since he left New York.

And for once he doesn’t actually mind it, it doesn’t bring him the usual dread or irrational fear of judgement that it used to when his mother wanted to talk to him about his life. TK feels different, he probably is different from when he left New York all those months ago, feeling more stable and secure in himself than he has in ages, unable to not let those emotions merge into his growing relationship with Carlos, so unable to not admit that Carlos has alighten something in his chest that is spreading like wildfire to every part of his body, igniting every cell in its way. Yeah, being with Carlos is unlike anything else.

Apart from that it’s nice being at a point in his life where talking about his past doesn't make him want to run away in fear.

“Yes, there is, I’ll show you.”

“Perfect.”

For some it might be weird having your 50+ divorced parents of 20 years live under the same roof when one visits from out of state, for the Strands/Morgans it just isn’t. His parents should have probably gotten divorced sooner than they did, but once the conversation was actually out there the fighting and the yelling stopped, both of them realising it was for the best for all of them. And ever since they started co parenting, everything kind of settled and became better for all of them. Owen became more present, involved himself in TK’s life and Gwyneth stopped bearing resentment towards having to be a stay at home mom full time and finally had the time to build a career, a very long and successful career that was, while TK finally had the undivided attention of both his parents. And underneath the anger, his parents loved each other very much and after a while they learnt to be friends again.

Then TK screwed his life up a few times and put both of his parents through hell so yeah, it was good until it wasn’t.

But he can’t deny it’s nice to see her after so long apart. He really has missed her.

Read the rest on AO3.

#911 lone star #9-1-1 lone star #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #tk x carlos #carlos x tk #tarlos #gwyneth morgan #carlos reyes #tk strand #a missing scene set before 1x2 #fanfiction #My writing

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startwithbrooklyn · 3 years ago

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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / OCTOBER 2, 2019 // making the call

saved the last 2 minutes of this ep for tomorrow to keep on track so heres this

-i just realized laura never asked about the drive before she left last ep. wonder if she'll come back in s3 after tiffanys info finally comes into play

-"do you want to tell me why you think he'd be going after ryan?" wonder if carson thinks is joshua suspected the truth or found out about lucy having a baby and now hes all panicked

-"girl what is on your head??" 😂

-"it might help my dad's case" soooo i love how she said this. like. shes framing it so she can relate what she has to do to others. like she has to justify or give some reason for inviting someone else. she could have just said "im going if u want to come" but instead has to draw focus to her problem first, which is the only reason shes extending an invitation, if it relates to her own problems

-i wonder what lucy dying in the water has influenced her in telling nancy to call the agleaca. wonder if the agleaca found her and helped channel her spirit to apparition form. maybe she saw how lucy died "for love" wonder if the agleaca thought she was a fool or not for it. wonder if lucy would be strong enough to fight something like the agleaca, judging by simon probably not. it would have been cool to see a showdown between them or to watch lucy try to protect nancy from the beyond 😌 maybe the agleaca trying to take owen was her trying to give a warning? she was actually trying to "help" a la lucy/george's prediction was correct. sadly, we'll never know

-LOVE bess sitting criss cross on the bartop 😂and love the bess/owen cousins' call 🙏🏻💙

-this convo nancy has w owen at the police station reminds me of the kidnapping ep. when nick tries to help nancy she shoots him down. he tries to reason w her but unsuccessfully. what exactly is owen doing/saying differently? or is this just a reflection of how much nancy actually likes him? im just interested in the contrast. nick and owen both have calm, logical approaches. theyre both honest about wanting to be there for her. maybe the subject matter? in response to gombers warehouse nick was talking about facing old fears, which nancy definitely did do. but since nancy is primordially uninterested in discussing feelings, that was a no go. i think nancy even telling owen she was tracking a biotech ceo was a hugeconcession for her. or was it just because nick was inaccessable sexually but owen had potential? ¿ questions.

-LOVE owen side-eyeing nancy at this hilarity if a convo (and fucking Chad?? lmaoooo he is sostupid enough to fall for this probe)

-"i have to admit, that was kind of fun" / "i cant remember the last time i had this much fun" / "almost as fun as a real fight"

-"i got a D in french" well george if u retake it now you'll get a P instead 🤪

-"theres one more thing" so am i stupid or?? whats the second thing nick and ace have to tell her at the police station? that karen signed the form? bc nancy already figured that out so im confused.

-so karen in the security video is wearing the sweet purple pantsuit from the garden party ep which i checked the dates and yeah its about a month ago from today

-"i know the system favors the privileged" just imagine karen working her way up to detective as a young woman haunted by pain. and then her meeting the drews and nancy and having her remind karen of lucy, her cleverness, her spirit, but not knowing why. it just sucks bc in a male dominated field karen was trying to get justice and do good and then this happens

-"you tore two families apart" nancy's and tiffany's but this quote also applies to lucy's death tearing apart lucy's family (with her mom and josh) and ryan's (d/t not knowing nancy is his)

-UNPOPULAR OPINION: karen/josh - hatefuck- reuniting somehow (how did they reconnect? who called who?) when he gets back in town, come up with a plan, start an affair d/t their shared pain over lucy? then she fucks around with carson? why go there?

-"i loved your mom like a sister" / "i'm just glad my mom's not around to see who you've become" x2 now that we know the truth all these statements from karen especially just get heavier. like what bad luck to bond with two strong women who have to leave you like this (karen is a unique foil to nancy where they both have a connection to kate and lucy each)

-when ace says "i know nancy" thom just has this look on his face like "....oh youre in deep. sigh"

-hannah's disappearances "maybe she has nancys work ethic" in s2 she was shown out and about doing stuff and we know her burns were supernaturally caused but i wonder if hannah herself dabbles in anything else thet keeps her busy 🤔

-"300 pages about men and women get 2 pages in the back" 🙃preach

-i hate how in s2 they all forget this convo of nance literally saying "i cant ask you guys to do this" when they all blame her for every ill that ever happened ever

-THIS BITCH JUST PUTS HER BARE ASS HANDS ON HIS FUCKING OPEN WOUNDS???

-and it's snowing? in october? but only where they are by this part of the ocean?

-wait how does owen know bess sleeps in a van and does nothing about that?

-kissy faces😘😘see owen willing to meet nancy where shes at is soooo important. like him having his secret apartment in the city 👌🏻even tho she rejects him taking her out like he always wants he doesnt mind that he cant. hes not like nick- he doesnt mind being kept quiet (until bess's accidental reveal) his acceptance of her boundary there actually keeps him closer to her

and lastly

-george liking nick is so cute

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

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imaginary-portal · 5 years ago

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Invasion

Tom Hiddleston x Feminine Reader

Warning: sexual content, bondage, like MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY PLEASE

Masterlist

This one is much longer than stuff I usually write.

Enjoy :)))

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You sighed as you flipped through another stack of papers, your nondominant hand massaging your forehead. You’re a lawyer, and as much as you enjoy reading paperwork, it gets convoluted sometimes and stresses you out. You’re currently reading a contract, has something to do with a man by the name of Tom Hiddleston and a movie production. Before you could pour your coffee, your boss handed you a large stack of papers along with a package of highlighters and sticky notes (lord knows those will run out quick). It was interesting to learn how Disney forms its contracts, as well as all the legal loopholes that this contract allows them to make. It took you a week of constant reading to finally understand all of the jargon. Every time you saw something that might be of interest, you noted it, and made a list of concerns for the client, Mr. Hiddleston. Little did you know, you would be meeting with him today to voice those concerns to him. Your boss entered the room and you stood up from your chair. She escorted him in and introduced the two of you. You took in his wonderful presence. His full beard, long blonde hair, fresh blue eyes, glasses that make him look intellectual, a nice suit that fits his form perfectly. Ah gosh, his form, his lean and muscular fit. You stopped yourself from thinking any further. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.” You shook his firm hand. “Nice to meet you as well Mr. Hiddleston.” He smiled charmingly and you smiled back. Your boss left the room and closed your office door. “Take a seat. I’ve got lots to cover with you today, and I know your time must be precious.” You both sit down. You motion to the big stack of papers. Tom’s eyes go wide. “Now, I’ve marked down every little thing in these papers that might be a concern to you. But I’ve sorted all of them from high priority to low priority. I suggest that if something is a high priority, that you and your lawyer meet with Disney’s lawyers to negotiate that.” Tom nods and adjusts his glasses with his middle finger and thumb. Damn that was hot. You try to shake the thought away. He’s focused on the task at hand. Why can’t you be? You always keep steady professionalism amongst clients. You continue on for an hour, reading him the list of clauses and loopholes in the contract. And he continues on, doing normal things that appear attractive to you. He played with his beard as he listened to you read. It made you want to feel his beard scratch against your skin. He stared off into the distance as he proposed thoughtful answers to your questions. Every once and a while he would straighten out his suit and his posture. After one of your side comments to the contract Tom laughed “ehehehe.” You smiled because you like his laugh. Little to your knowledge, you were doing a few things Tom found attractive as well. Your pantsuit fitting your form perfectly. Your hands fidget with the highlighter and your fingers rubb the top corner of the paper. It made him wonder how your hands would caress his body. How you bit your index finger when you were perplexed with thought. It made him want you to bite his lip, and other places. The way you glanced up from your desk to make eye contact with him while reading. How you tucked your hair behind your ear. The way you slightly licked your lip before beginning to read a long passage. The way your eyes glistened when you heard his laugh. But, he acts for a living so he’s obviously better at hiding his attraction.

“I think we’ve reached a good stopping point for today, Mr. Hiddleston.” You said, feeling a longing inside. “I will fax these annotated papers to your lawyer. It might take an entire shift to do it though.” Tom laughs at your joke as you put the papers back in a neat stack. “It was a pleasure working with you Ms. Y/L/N.” Tom reaches his hand out towards you and you shake it. “And you Mr. Hiddleston.” You both smile at each other. You get out of your seats and walk towards the office door. You grabbed your coffee mug so you could go refill it in the break room. He walks in front of you, he puts his hand on the door handle, but hesitates before opening it. He turns around to look at you. “I have one last question Ms. Y/L/N.” You nod. “Okay. What is it?” You hold the mug handle with one hand and cup the bottom with another. “Why didn’t my lawyer just read the contract for me? Don’t get me wrong, darling you’re a fantastic lawyer, but why isn’t he doing his job?” You smiled at his compliment and how he called you darling. “He was busy, I suppose. My boss just tasked me with reading your contract with no explanation.” Tom nods. “Interesting. I’ll be back tomorrow if you want to go over some more of this.” He motions to the papers. “Yeah absolutely.” He smiles at you before opening the door to your office and walking out. You follow behind and part your ways. You watch him walk out the door to the firm, as well as the trail of eyes following Tom as he walked. He is quite the stunning man.

The next day, you met with a client quickly before Tom showed up. He knocked at your open door with the knuckle of his index finger. “Come in.” You said without looking up. “Good morning Ms. Y/L/N.” Tom said as he entered, closing the door behind him. “Ah, Mr. Hiddleston. Very nice to see you again.” His appearance was breath taking. He looked so sophisticated and handsome in his new suit. You stood up and shook his hand. “Now let’s get down to business, shall we?” After a while of talking lawyer stuff, you both got bored. “Want to take a coffee break?” You offer. “Ah yes that would be lovely, darling.” You both walk out of the office and into the break room. “You’re technically not allowed in here, but I’ll allow it.” Tom laughs. “Do you have the authority to allow it?” You chuckle. “No.” You both laugh. You brew some coffee and it takes a while, so you both chat while you wait. You ask him a few questions about what it’s like being a movie star, and he asks you about being a lawyer. You talk a little bit about your hobbies too, and that’s when the coffee finished brewing. You pour each other a steaming cup and walked back to your office. Tom enters forst, and you closed the door. “Ready to get back into it?” You ask. “Yeah, about that, what if we didn’t?” You look at him, confusion written on your face. “What do you mean, Mr. Hiddleston?” Tom looks around, but you weren’t sure why. “I mean I like talking with you, about stuff that makes my brain hurt less.” You laugh. “Me as well, but that’s not what I’m being paid for.” Tom smiles. “Touche.” You walk back to your desk and take a seat. Tom sits down also. “I guess no one will know if we chatted for a little while.” Tom smiled with delight. “But that means we actually have to get work done one of these days.” Tom agreed to your deal and you both got to chatting immediately. You realized you both had a lot in common, despite your different professions. You had the same sense of humor, hobbies, interests, and world views. It was refreshing to socialize outside of work. Tom complimented you a few times, and it made you blush. The way he talked, how he got so focused and his words were slow and thoughtful, yet he had a quick wit at the same time. You had the most fun time in a long time. You were glad you gave into his charm. It became time for your appointment to end and you walked with Tom towards your office door. “Unfortunately, our time is up, Mr. Hiddleston. It was a pleasure.” You reach out your hand to shake his. “Indeed it was. I won’t be back here until next week, but um- perhaps I could get your number so we can chat until then?” You smile. “I don’t know if it is professional to give my personal number to a client. But I guess I can make an exception.” You pull your phone out of the pocket of the pantsuit that fits you so well. Tom took this as a window of opportunity to give you a quick once over. You hand him your phone so he could put in his number. You step closer to him. “Don’t tell my boss.” You whispered. Tom looks up at you, smiles, and winks. You felt like your legs might melt into ooze. He handed you back your phone and his fingertips brushed slightly over yours. Tom takes a step closer, invading your personal space. You both smile at each other. “I’ll be expecting your text, Y/N.” He says your first name for the first time. “Goodbye.” You say as he opens the door. “Goodbye.” He replies.

A week was a long wait, but at least you got to text him a few times.

You: Hello this is Y/N.

Tom: Hello Y/N. This is Tom. How are you today?

You: Ah same old same old. How about you?

Tom: Same. And I can’t see you :(

You: I know. The office is soooo boring. Our chat is the most entertaining thing that happened this month.

Tom: Well, maybe next time I visit we can make things a little more interesting.

You: How do you propose we do that?

Tom: You’ll see ;)

Underneath the intellectual glasses is quite the cheeky flirt. You were left intruiged for the rest of the week as to what Tom had in mind. When the time for his appointment finally arrived, you tried to get right down to business. “Good morning Mr. Hiddleston.” You reach out to shake his hand. “Good morning Y/N. You know you can call me Tom, right?” He closes the door. “Sorry. Force of habit. Today’s our last meeting. Now we have to do some catching up because-“ Tom interrupts you. “We lost a week of getting to know each other, I agree.” You shake your head. “I meant because we didn’t do any work at our last meeting.” Tom rolled his eyes. He walked closer to your desk. “You faxed these papers to my lawyer, right?” He touches the stack of papers on your desk. You walk towards your desk. “Yeah, but-“ Tom remained hovering over your desk. “So he’ll figure it out. Relax, Y/N. We have some catching up to do.” He turns around at you, and notices something different about you. “What is it?” He asks, placing his hands on your shoulders. You felt tingles from his touch. “I’m just not in the mood for getting fired today, is all.” Tom laughed. “You won’t get fired. Because no one will know.” He takes his hands off your shoulders, walks to the office door and locks it. “I don’t know Tom. This contract is important for your career.” You lean against the desk, so you’re half sitting on it. “I told you. My lawyer will take care of it.” Tom sits on the chair in front of you. You sigh because of his irresistibility. “Fine. What would you like to do for the next hour?” You ask. Tom plays with his beard as he thinks. “We can chat.” He says simply with a smile. So the two of you chat about your likes and dislikes, pasts and futures, which made the hour go by quick. Your watch beeps. “Oop. Looks like our time is up, Mr. Hiddleston.” You return to your professional disposition. You both stand up and start walking towards the door. Tom stops in front of you, making you stop too. He turns around to face you and invades your personal space. “It’s a shame. I was having a good time.” You could see his blue eyes glimmer from up close. Your breaths got shallower as his presence hovered over yours. You swallow your nervousness. You pout. “Me too.” Tom nods. “Keep in touch, yeah?” You nod. “Will do.” Tom smiles and turns around and opens the door. “Goodbye.” He looks at you one last time. “Bye.” You say. You wished that you had more meetings with him so that this wouldn’t have to be the last one. The two of you stayed in touch over text for about a week, and then you both faded out of each other’s lives. You thought about him every once in a while, how pleasant his voice sounded, and how attractive he looked in your office. How quickly he had a hold over you. He convinced you to do things that no one else could. How he chipped a crack in your professional wall.

Today is a normal day at the office, about one month after Tom last visited. You have your usual coffee, a meeting with a client at 11:00, and your lunch at noon. You finished typing up the report when you recieved a knock at your door. “Ms. Y/L/N, your 11:00 is here.” Your assistant says. “Ah Mr. Greenwood how are you?” You shake the elderly man’s hand. “I’m well darling, thank you.” When he said darling it reminded you of Tom for a short second, but you quickly shook the thought away. About halfway through your meeting, you see a familiar figure through your office window. You felt bad because Mr. Greenwood was talking but you weren’t paying attention. He wouldn’t know the difference anyway, he tends to ramble. You were astonished. It was Tom freaking Hiddleston talking to the service desk. “Excuse me Mr. Greenwood. The business outside is distracting me, I’m just going to close the windows. You can continue talking.” You get up from your seat and he starts talking again. You approach the window and hold the string to close the window shades. Tom looked so good, it made your heart pang with hurt. You see Tom make eye contact with you, give you a reactionary smile, and you immediately close the shades. You finished your meeting, but Tom’s presence distracted you. When Mr. Greenwood left, you grabbed your lunch and started walking towards the door. Tom beat you to it, though. He entered and blocked the doorway. “Y/N!” You look at him confused. “Tom? What are you doing here?” Tom steps further into the room and quietly closes the door. “Are you not excited to see me?” He asks. “No, I am, I just thought-“ Tom interrupts you. “I should have kept contact with you. I’ve been thinking of you a lot this month.” He takes a stride forward. He grabs your hand. “Would you like to catch up?” You smile and scoff. “You seem to come at the most inconvenient times. Always invading my workplace.” You pull your hand away and look down. “Let me just punch out for my lunch so my boss doesn’t get mad. Stay here.” You put your lunch down on the desk and leave. You take a few minutes to breathe in the break room and come back to your office, closing the door behind you. You twisted the lock. Tom was standing there, waiting, his hands in his pockets. You took in his form, recognized how good he looked in suits. He turned around you face you and you walked towards him. “I’m sorry for not contacting you before I came here-“ You interrupt him by pulling his tie to close the gap between you and engaging in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands fell on your waist. You pull away, out of breath and shocked about what you had just done. “Mr. Hiddleston. You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You both smile and continue kissing. Tom adds some heat to the kiss by pulling your body closer to his and slipping his tongue in your mouth. You press his bicept to feel what you’ve been missing out on. You start walking forward, making Tom walk backwards until he is against the wall. Your lips momentarily depart. He runs a hand through your hair as you kiss down his neck. Tom lets out a shaky breath. “Ms. Y/L/N, getting very seductive, I see.” Tom says quietly and you smile against his skin. You press your hips even closer to him and he lets out a subtle moan. You reattach your lips to his and Tom squeezes your breast, which caused you to moan against his lips. Tom starts walking forward, pushing you back. You kept your lips connected as you moved across the room. Tom squeezed your butt along the way, making you giggle. You stopped when you were pressed against your desk. Luckily, it was pretty clean so you didn’t have to move stuff out of the way. Tom kept pushing you down and down until you lied on your back on the desk, your legs hanging off the edge. Tom hovered over you and kissed you from above, your tongues battling for dominance. His won, but you think it’s because he was above you.

Tom left kisses down your neck, and you told him not to leave a hickey, but you could feel that he definitely did. His crotch was pressed against yours, and you could feel yourself getting wet, and him getting hard. When your lips reconvened, you pushed yourself and Tom up from the desk. You were now sitting on the desk, kissing. Tom had his hands on your hips and you cupped his cheek with one hand, played with his hair with another hand. You gradually slowed down the kisses and pulled away. You both tried catching your breath, looked at each other, and laughed. You straightened his tie, and Tom grabbed your hand and left a kiss on it. You looked at your watch. “My break ends in five minutes.” You say, still out of breath. Tom smirks. “Well then, it’s five more minutes for us to kiss.” He says, kissing your lips. “Mmm. But I think we should use the five minutes to straighten ourselves out so no one knows what’s happened in here.” You say, placing your hands on his chest. “Fine.” He pecks your lips and backs away from the desk. You straighten out your pantsuit and fix your hair. You take your emergency foundation out of your desk to quickly cover up the hickey. Tom smiled with pride about that. “See? Aren’t you glad I suggested we freshen up?” Tom adjusts his coat. “Yeah good call.”

You kissed Tom one more time, as slow as possible, before you left to punch back in. When you came back, Tom was nowhere to be seen. But a note was left on your desk saying: Meet me at my hotel tonight. I will text you the address. -T.H. You laughed out loud when you read the note, and continued on to your work. When your shift finally ended, you went home to eat dinner and freshen up. You showered, changed into some more seductive clothing, and bought a bottle of wine from the liquor store. You didn’t bother to cover up your hickey, in fact, you admired it in the mirror for about five minutes after your shower. You drove to Tom’s hotel and arrived at 8:30 pm. You knocked on the door to the room number he gave you. There was a momentary pause before the door opened. “Ms. Y/L/N. Very nice to see you.” Tom opens the door wider. He hasn’t changed from the outfit he was wearing earlier. “Mr. Hiddleston, it’s my pleasure.” You say, entering the tidy room. Tom closes the door behind you and you put the bottle of wine on the nearest counter. You turn around and see Tom standing over you. You tug on his tie and smirk. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. The two of you picked up from where you left off. You started loosening his tie while taking off your shoes. Tom starts pulling your shirt over your head. You quickly break the warm kiss to pull off your shirt. Tom took off his tie. As you kissed more, Tom squeezed your breasts, which were held by a fancy bra. You worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Tom plopped his shirt on the ground and you started playing with the buckle on his pants. You pull off the belt and pull away from the kiss. You crouch down to your knees to pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his hard member. You look up at Tom and start giving him a hand job. When Tom’s moans escalate and you see cum starting to spill, you start sucking on his member. Tom cums in your mouth, and his moans fill up the hotel room. You stop sucking and pull his member out of your mouth. You stand up and kiss Tom on the lips so he can taste his cum. Tom plays with the waist of your pants and you grab his hands to help him pull them down. You step out of your pants and Tom says “jump so I can pick you up.” You do as he says and Tom holds you up with his arms under your thighs. You now get to kiss him from above and challenge him with your tongue. Of course, you win. Tom walks over to the bed and places you down gently. He pulls down your panties and puts them aside. He looks around to the floor and picks up his tie. “Want to be tied up?” He asks. “Sure.” You say and put your hands together. Tom ties your hands and puts your panties in your mouth. ��Our safeword can be...” he looks around. “Shoe.” He smiles. He kisses your lips over the panties and leaves a trail of kisses down to your pussy.

He starts to play with your pussy, and then starts eating you out. Your moans built as his tongue circled around your clit. He then put two fingers inside you and fingered you. You were just about to reach your climax, when he suddenly stopped. You tried talking through your panties. “I’m sorry darling, what was that?” He takes the panties out of your mouth. “Hey, I didn’t do that to you!” Tom kissed your lips and you tasted the flavor of your salty juices. “It’s because I have more for you.” He kissed you some more. He untied your hands. “Now, should we use protection?” He asks. “No, we’ll be fine.” You say. You both reposition yourselfs on the bed and Tom slides himself in you. You moan and grip his arm. Tom starts thrusting, and then he goes harder and faster. You were in a fit of moans, and your hips thrusted to try and get his member to go deeper inside you. Finally, you both climaxed and held onto each other as you rode the high down. When you finished, he pulled out, kissed you on the lips, and plopped down beside you on the bed. He reached his arm over pull you closer to him. He kissed you on your forehead. You both layed in each others arms until you caught your breaths. You spent the rest of the night talking to each other, about anything and everything until you both fell asleep. In the morning, you woke up to the feeling of kisses on your shoulders. “Good morning, darling Y/N.”

#tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #fanfic #imagine #crush imagine #imagines

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omgokiguess · 5 years ago

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most of you that follow me today were also following me like two years ago, and right about now two years ago i was at my either skinniest or second skinniest ever and my booth interview was like november 4 or something. maybe nov 12 idr. and me and silpa decided i was gonna wear a full on black pantsuit and so we went shopping in department stores and i was soooo skinny it was great. like designers like tommy hilfiger and similar brands make SUCH small sizes it’s insane, and i got these tommy hilfiger size 2 pants and silpa was like BEGGING me not to get any skinnier because it would be really fucked up if i was really a 0 in TH. and so i know i lost weight because i wore those pants tonight and. they were loose. i probably stretched them out at a fatter time considering one button is broken but. i’m feeling skinny. i can feel it when i walk and everything. it feels so good. i could even see it in my face tonight. like i can really see it everywhere. i feel like i lost the most around my hips for sure, but it’s always like that for me. but i def also lost on my thighs, legs, feet, hands, arms, shoulders, neck, boobs, like everywhere. i know i lost weight in my hands because whenever i lose weight in my hands i can’t stop rubbing my palms together and i noticed myself doing that like four times tonight. i’m not sure if darch noticed anything or not. i think she’s so considerate she wouldn’t comment if i lost weight unless i really looked like i needed help, but she was asking me like ~if i’m happy~ and like really trying to tell me positive words and make me realize how much potential i have. sometimes i don’t know if she does that stuff because she cares or because she feels like she’s supposed to or because it’s a mandatory element of her own definition of perfect. i tend to think it’s mostly the last one, but i do think she has like 6 people she actually cares about and i’m p sure i’m lucky enough to be one of them. i don’t think you can really be fake friends after 11 years tho. i would say i imagine it’s hard for her to find real friends but then i remember that darch weirdly gets along really well with perfect girls and would probably be pretty content in a social circle composed entirely of perfect people

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kathillards · 6 years ago

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OK SO THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED TODAY you guys ok it was me and abbey and jaz and we were heading out of the con to get lunch right and while we were debating what to get we saw someone sitting alone on his phone on a bench and GUESS WHO

it was fucking JUDD LYNN

and ofc being who i am i went up and was like hi are u chip lynn we’re huge fans love ninja steel and he was like oh really what are your faves and we like. talked to him about power rangers and how we all met thru dino change (well while it was airing so not technically a lie) and he asked if we grew up on power rangers and asked our favorite seasons and if we were at the ninja steel panel and what we thought about the beast morphers cast and we asked him for their names but he said they’re not finalized officially yet even though he Has them so he wouldn’t tell us

and we told him we love ninja steel I TOLD HIM I LOVE BEAST MORPHERS BLUE AND WILL BEING DESI AND I OWE HIM FOR THAT which is true and he asked if we were going to the ninja steel signing and we were like no the line is insane and my feet hurt (true) and he was like

“well what if i get you to the front of the line”

and we were like CAN YOU??? and he was like yeah

and i was like WILL YOU and he was like yeah

so he took us back to the convention center and all the way around and we talked about power rangers and beast morphers and shit the whole time and guys he was like “what’d you think of beast morphers red isn’t he striking??” and i said YES KEEP HIS NATURAL HAIR PLEASE and i yelled at him for not letting zoe keep her natural hair and he also said “and jackie our yellow she’s only 18” and i was like she’s so cute but pls stop casting blondes for yellows and he was like but we need a variety of hair colors and i was like cast a fucking redhead then idc

anyway then we made it to the ninja steel line and he was like “we’re gonna tell them you’re my personal friends” and he went and talked to the staff person and then waved us over and we totally cut in line to see the ninja steel rangers and oh my god so then WE MET THE NINJA STEEL RANGERS AND GOT THEIR AUTOGRAPHS ON A POSTER THAT I AM GONNA PUT IN MY ROOM and and and

jordi was soooo beautiful and sweet omg actually jaz and i totally ran into him on our way back from the con EARLIER and he was going for lunch but he was so gracious and kind and took a PHOTO with us and talked to us and then he recognized us and i was like sorry we stopped you omg and he was like no don’t worry HES SO SWEET

and i like leaned over abbey at one point and i was like hey peter i’m pearl cuz like you know. we’ve been talking for like a year and a half and he was like oh my god and he GOT UP and came around the table to HUG ME he’s so sweet and he was talking to me about how i got there and i was like yeah judd got us here and he was like you GOTTA talk to him about becoming a writer on pr they’re looking for interns and i was like yeah but in NEW ZEALAND peter anyway then he got back to his seat so i could get his autograph and he asked if i told judd all the problems i had w his writing and i said no i was totally fake PETER and he was cracking up and god i hope he doesn’t know how to check this blog ever

and then WILL OH MY GOD he is so hot and sweet and i asked him if he was desi and he was like yeah i’m half indian i don’t know if that counts and i was like YES YOURE MY ONLY REPRESENTATION and he asked my name and i said pearl and he said oh i have an auntie named pearl LIKE PLEASE WILL. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

and then CHRYSTI she’s so pretty i complimented her super cute pink pantsuit and she was like THANKS they finally let us choose what to wear lmaooo every neo saban pink says this and they’re valid and i love them

AND THEN ZOE AND NICO and i told zoe i was kathillards on instagram and she talked to me there once and that we LOVE HAYLEY SO MUCH WE ARE ALWAYS LIVETWEETING NINJA STEEL TALKING ABOUT HOW WE LOVE HAYLEY she was so sweet and kind and BEAUTYFUL and oh yeah we had been talking to judd about how we looove that calvin and hayley had an established relationship and he was at the end of the table w nico so he leaned over and was like they LOVE calvin and hayley being together and we were like YEAH BUT WHEN WILL THEY KISS and they loved us ok they’re both beautiful and kind and i looove them and also 👀👀👀 they were verrrry touchy w each other

and then chip also signed our poster so we have like three special ones and we were like wow thank you for this what the FUCK??? and we were like standing around talking for a bit just about like. he made a joke about calvin and hayley sleeping together in the finale and we were like whoaaaa anyway then we said goodbye and... yeah it was fucking wild???? i’ll take a photo of my poster and all my shit when i’m home because. oh my GOD YOU GUYS.

peter is such a good hugger. please let him never read this because we ran into him at the car valet too completely by chance and i was like hi and we walked inside and he got distracted by fucking kyle higgins but it’s chill because me and abbey and ben waited in the lobby and got to meet ANDRE AND TELL HIM WE LOVE HIM AND HES SO SWEET AND TOOK PICS WITH US but i look terrible this was at 10 at night after we watched crazy rich asians so i’m not posting that shit but just believe me it happened and i love him (andre, not peter) more than my own life

#we ALSO ran into selwyn ward while we were waiting for our car to go to the movies #and he was like heyyy and we were so excited he came over and gave us a hug #AND ALSO WE HAD OUR MEGAFORCE PHOTO OP THE PIC LOOKS SO GOOD AND CAMERON WHEN HE SAW US WAS LIKE #HEY ITS THE MEGAFORCE DEFENSE SQUAD #and azim was in spandex and i was next to him and he let me hold his helmet and then he hugged me so tight when it ended #he also posted that pic of us ON HIS INSTAGRAM AND CALLED US HIS FAVE LADIES #god. i fucking love morphicon.#earth’s defenders never shut up #hell clique takes morphicon

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dreamwritesimagines · 3 years ago

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chapter 3, let’s go! probs gonna be the last i do tonight, cause it’s late and i have a lab tomorrow morning soooooo…. yeah…

my boy curtis!!!!! oh i love this man. he’s the only one with at least two functioning braincells. he literally runs a daycare for these kids (yes that includes frank, because i said so). honestly, we all need a curtis in our lives. he’s funny, he’s smart, he’s sensitive and he knows how to keep a secret.

the flashback made me tear up. they literally act like a couple. people perceive them as a couple. how blind can they fucking be?! also, maria, my darling, i love you so much.

‘what’s there not to afford, your hair products?’ SKITTLES, BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE KILLER BLOWS. omg, love, might be one of the best lines in this entire fic.

not skittles literally saying that bill would only present to them the girl he’s marry and then being too blind to realize she’s talking about herself… come on girl, you’re supposed to be smart.

skittles is jealous that billy has a girlfriend. still willing to play blind, sugar plum?

curtis knowing when to mind his own business is something i need people to do in my life. gosh. good friendship. also, him commenting about billy’s love for the drama. this shit’s gonna become a recurrent theme.

ooooooooh right. the fiancé’s name is carter…. that’s so bland….. lol

‘i love you charming’ what is he, fucking toilet paper? skittles, come on girlie, you can do better than that.

the vibes of skittles and billy in a shitty bar are immaculate. she must look so out of place though. btw, what was her style? like how does she dress herself? we’ve seen what her mother makes her wear but not really ho she dresses herself, except that she refuses to wear jeans. does that means she rocks the pantsuits often????? please tell me it does…

not billy throwing shit about the fact that ‘his girlfriend is the only one who cares about him’. boy, she’s your therapist. she should be stripped of her licence to practice psychology/psychiatry just because of that, amongst all the fucked up shit…

they way they know each other and bounce of each other is beautiful. i wish i could have that but unlike skittles, my childhood best friend turned out to be an asshole that i am still forced to see almost every single day soooo yeah… (oops, trauma dumb!) the way that she knows not to push him because he will close up and ignore what she asks and the way he knows that she’s constantly living in shock.

skittles being in brand and shading the shitty beer as if she can’t see the ambiance… queen behaviour.

Omg loveeee you made my day with this, I can't thank you enough! 😱❤ you're amazing! ❤

Oh Curtis is the only calm and responsible person among them 😂

Loll they acted so much like a couple and I have this HC that after that night, Maria told Frank they would end up together ❤ And Frank was like "Too bad they're both oblivious idiots" 😂❤

Oh Skittles has no problem with dragging Billy 😂

She was so jealous even if she had an actual fiance 😂

Drama is fun though! 😂😂

I feel like she wears a lot of dresses and omg pantsuits?! 😱😱 Great idea! ❤❤ She would make sure to pick eye-catching pieces and always high heels 😈

Billy is still bitter over the fact that she wasn't at the hospital ❤

Awww I'm sorry to hear that! 💔 I hope things feel better honey❤❤

Thank you so much for this comment, it is incredibly nice of you! ❤

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Klaroline au or canon + mind reading

Thanks nonnie,soooo sorry for the delay…Hope you like this take.

Sweet Dreams

Tattoo your name across my heart…

London…

Klaus woke with a start, his eyes darting tothe bedside clock and the red numbers alerting him to the fact he was due atwork only hours later.

His dream was all too vivid even in his nowconscious state. It was almost dawn and he was standing at a train stationwaiting on the platform, for what he wasn’t sure until she arrived.

He could recall just how short of breath hefelt as she stepped off the express service and it wasn’t just because of thecold weather. She looked immaculate. Her blonde waves, blue eyes and creamyskin like fragile porcelain housed in a fitted, navy pantsuit complete with awhite, wide brimmed hat.

“Where’s my driver?” She didn’t see him as shemade her way towards the doors, he tried to scream her name but nothing cameout. Every fiber in his being was telling him she was walking into a trap, butKlaus couldn’t stop her momentum.

This wasn’t unusual, in fact he’d been readingher mind for years now. At first it was a thrilling experience, given hisstrong attraction, but as the premonitions increased so too did the emotionsand the danger. Klaus thought it was all just a weird and coincidentalcollection of images flashing through his mind, but after waking in a sweat,Klaus knew he needed to find her. Now.

Milan…

Caroline liked her freedom, travelling hadbecome an exciting adventure to boost her fashion career and her income. However, it had been decidedly tough given the numerous and restless dreamsshe’d woken from over the years.

Yes, it was always him, cheeky dimples andcrimson lips. But Caroline thought it was only dreams and only because she knewhim growing up. But the fact she could still see him present day anddealing with questionable clients was enough to raise a red flag.

That particular morning she’d awoken, her skincovered in a thin sheen of sweat as she regained her bearings in her Milanhotel room. He was walking towards his tattoo parlor in central London but themasked assailants lay in wait. She wanted to stop the impending attack, even ifit was a dream, but the only way she could was to get up and try to change his direction.

She’d barely uttered two words to KlausMikaelson during High School, they didn’t exactly run in the same circles. Herolder brother Matt had been in the same year during high school. There was nodoubting Klaus Mikaelson was a rebel. Someone she’d been secretly attracted toever since but there was no way he’d ever look at the prom queen twice whichwas evidenced by her subsequent run-in with him after graduation.

Chicago…3 years earlier

“Youwant a tattoo?” He asked, incredulously. She couldn’t miss the shiver heincited as his eyes flickered over her body “Let me guess, you want a crown,princess?”

“Stereotyping,how predictable. If this is how you greet everyone, I’m surprised you’re stillin business,” she drawled, taking a seat on the nearby chair. “And no, Idon’t want a crown.”

“Oh,I know,” he guessed. “A butterfly or a love heart?”

“Pleasetell me you don’t judge all your customers like this?”

“No,only the ones who are wasting my time pretending to want a tattoo.”

“Howabout you shut up and give me this, there’s only so much yapping I can takewhen I’m paying for the privilege,” she growled, now lowering herself onto thetable. She couldn’t miss the way his eyebrows lifted curiously at her choice,but he didn’t respond just continued, an intrigued smile on his face.

“Yourwish is my command, princess,” she sent him an annoyed glance, slightly scaredknowing she was fully at his whim, lying on her stomach with her jeans pulleddown slightly so he could access her lower back. The fact his fingers wereplaying on her skin was messing with her composure.

“Shutup,” she growled. “And if it’s not perfect, I have every intention oflodging a complaint with your supervisor.”

“Andthis is your way of proving you’re not a princess, love?”

“Youreally need an instruction guide of how not to offend clientele, Mikaelson, includingthose insulting endearments,” Caroline hissed, trying to ignore just how goodhis fingers felt against her. She closed her eyes determined to remove him fromher mind. “Ouch.”

“It’sjust a small prick, part of the experience,” Klaus explained, his hand brushingsoftly against her skin, while she was trying to ignore the feelings his closeproximity was causing. It was probably the longest thirty minutes of herlife trying to hide the arousal he was evoking.

WhenCaroline had made the decision to get a tattoo, she couldn’t deny that a large part of herdecision was because of him. Klaus Mikaelson had invaded her day dreams for yearsand the thought of him drawing that design on her bare skin had quelled hernerves and here she was trying to regain her composure in such close proximity.

She couldn’t miss the flash of memories between them as he worked on the tattoo but Caroline decided to put that down to the attraction she felt for him knowing that as soon as she left there would no longer be a connection between them.

Milan…

The train platform was empty this time of the afternoon, Klaus knew he’d arrived hours too late but had no idea how to find her. Funny part about this whole mind reading thing was that it was intermittent at best.

He searched his surroundings for any possible clue, then he saw it. A sparkling diamond stud glittering on the ground nearby. The exact same earring he’d spied in her ears only hours earlier.

He picked it up, his fears only increasing at his discovery. At least his mind reading abilities were still intact but now he needed to find her. Caroline Forbes was so much more than his friend’s sister or the girl he tattooed all those years ago. She was his soulmate and if anything had happened to her, Klaus was going to kill who’d ever touched a hair on her beautiful head.

“Looking for me?” A melodic voice enquired, coming into view. She was as breathtaking as in his visions, her pink lips curving into a knowing smile.

“No, actually I was looking for a fashion designing, damsel in distress that had been kidnapped in this very place by a possible European spy ring.”

“Turns out they’re no match for yours truly.”

“Speaking in the third person, this is certainly the beginnings of an evil villain,” he teased. “And to think I was worried about you, love.”

“You and I both know that our visions are symptomatic of our feelings and you know exactly what I was feeling.”

“Kind of like sparking your fears of my safety so I wouldn’t turn up to work today?”

“What can I say? You’ve always hung out in the wrong crowds, Mikaelson.”

“I’ll take that as a sorry for manipulating your visions to suit your agenda,” Klaus drawled.

“And saving you in the process.”

“You couldn’t help yourself,” he scoffed. “Looks like I returned the favour though too.” They held each other’s gaze, light blue eyes on dark. It had been so long since they’d seen each other in the flesh and it was overwhelming to say the least.

“What the hell did you do with that tattoo,” she murmured, their eyes still transfixed. It was the question that had gone unanswered for too long.

“I have no idea,” he breathed. “You wanted a wolf, something I already had in the same spot, but I had no idea it would…”

“Act like a portal into real life?”

“Exactly. Between you and me, I have a feeling we’re going to need something huge to break this bond.”

“Laser therapy?” She gulped. “I may need more time to get used to that particular course of action.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Turns out laser therapy was no longer required because these star crossed, ink lovers decided life together was too good and knowing what each other thought wasn’t such a bad thing. In fact, they were still trying to outdo each other on a daily basis and lovingly called it their competitive nature whilst living happily ever after.

#ask #answered #thanks anon #great prompt #klaroline drabbles #misssophiachase #sweet dreams

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markie-baby · 7 years ago

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L.I.B (MT Fanfic) Part II

Title: L.I.B

By: AntiVisual

Rating: (M) for Angst and Smut (in later chapters)

Dedicated to my fellow chocolate 아가새 (ahgasae) and whoever else is interested (your attendance is greatly appreciated ❤)

Summary: You, Sara Park (age 20), have been a trainee at Pledis along with your best friend Mina Kim (age 22), for nine years since you were eleven, until you suddenly get cut out of the trainee program. Feeling defeated and discouraged, you decide to make plans to move back to America…that is, until you get a mysterious email from a manager that claims to work for JYP Entertainment. Nothing could have prepared you for the roller coaster of events that would ensue as you try to find balance between the hectic life of being an idol and finding yourself falling in love with one.

Disclaimer: Long conversations between two or more characters that are speaking in Korean will be italicized. If it’s not italicized, assume that it is in English.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Previously:

“I think I just got a spam email from someone claiming to be apart of JYPE.” You replied. “Should I even entertain it?”

“What?” Mina scooted closer to you. “Read it, Read it, Read it!”

“Don’t get too excited. It’s probably…” Your eyes widened as your eyes ventured deeper into the email:

“Hello Park Sara and Kim Min Ah,

JYP Entertainment has been formulating to take in a selected few of talented ex-trainees from other companies in hopes to start new project. Therefore we’ve been in contact with various entertainment companies, including Pledis. However, we have gotten some information about you both from Pledis. We have also viewed a variety of your dance practice videos and your entry video, and we must say, we are very impressed, and highly consider you for this project. We would appreciate it if we could meet you both in person to discuss working with you further. We look forward to working with you. Please refer to the phone number below.

Sincerely,

JYP Entertainment”

II.

November

“Can you believe this is actually friggin’ happening?!” Mina screamed as she made some final makeup adjustments in her car.

You stayed silent as you peered out the window of Mina's car in awe of the JYPE building. It was bigger than you imagine. Either that, or your nerves were getting to you and you were starting to hallucinate. You never you would ever see the JYPE building in person, being that your audition for the trainee program all those years ago was such a failure. Nonetheless, years later you were a mere few feet away from it, with sweaty palms and a rapid heart rate.

"Sara," Mina cupped your cheek with her hand. "Why do you look like you're about to pass out?"

"Because I am. I am literally going to pass out and throw up in that order." You folded down the mirror and blotted some of the sweat away with a tissue.

"We are literary this close to debuting, and on top of that, it's with JYP. If this interview goes wrong-"

"Then at least we looked super chic doing it." Mina winked at you. "Now if your done giving yourself gray hairs, I would really like to go to this interview."

You simply sighed and nodded as you both got out the car and walked to the front doors. Immediately, everyone within your viewing distance was staring at the both of you as you walked towards the front desk.

“Hello.” You both bowed to the woman at the front desk.

“Hello,” She looked up from her desk and nearly jumped out of her seat. “May I ask what your business is here...ladies?”

“We have an interview with Ms. Na Yuna.” Mina spoke.

The lady looked at us both up and down and then typed away at her computer monitor.

“Ahh,” she squinted and then looked at us in surprise. “You are Kim Min Ah and Park Sara?”

“Yes.” You spoke.

“I’ll let Ms. Na know you’re both here. In the meantime, please take a seat.” She smiled and motioned us to the seating area.

“Thank you.” You both bowed again and sat down.

You both sat down and saw that you were getting a lot of attention.

“Did we not dress right for the occasion?” You asked Mina.

Mina observed your outfit and then hers. “No. I think we did a good job showing our styles, but also keeping it professional.”

You stayed quiet and looked down at your feet.

“One of your eyebrows is crooked, though.” Mina squinted at you.

“Really?!” You gasped and frantically rummaged through your purse for your compact.

“I was just teasing. You know your makeup is always A plus,” Mina giggled and patted your shoulder. “What happened to my super calm and chill Sara?”

“Well someone has to be nervous. You are way too calm.” You replied.

Mina’s face went serious. “Honestly,” she whispered. “I’ve been holding back my own puke for the past hour. The only thing that’s helping me keep myself together is this tight-ass dress riding up my-”

“Park Sara and Kim Min Ah?” A woman’s voice interjected.

You both turned around and saw a tall, pale, and beautifully young Korean woman with a handful of beauty marks n her face in a pantsuit.

“Hello.” You and Mina got up and bowed to her.

“I’m Na Yuna.” She smiled and shook our hands. “Are you guys ready?”

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Mina nervously smiled.

Ms. Na giggled. “Well, then. Follow me.”

“How are you two this afternoon?” Mina smiled as you and Mina sat down in her neat office.

“We are both very nervous...” You were at a loss for words.

“That’s okay,” Ms. Na pulled out some papers from her desk drawers. “But you shouldn’t feel nervous. Mr. Park is actually very excited to start this project, and even more so to work with you in bringing more diversity to K-pop. He believes you both are very talented. Two of the best files we’ve seen so far.”

“That’s great.” Mina responded.

“Mr. Park couldn’t make it to this meeting but, I’ll contact him on how the meeting went, and you’ll get to meet him later on. More than likely with the way things are going; I will become your manager. I see you guys have a very chic sense of style...I really like that.”

“Thank you.” You and Mina lightly bowed your heads.

“And you both are even more gorgeous than your photos! You defiantly have the look we are going for!” Ms. Na smiled brightly.

Finally...You thought.

“However, there are a couple of changes Mr. Park wants to make and I want to go over them with you.”

“Changes?” You asked.

“Mr. Park would like you to be a three member group instead of a duo. If you are going to be performing in large venues, he wants at least one more member added. We have a talented trainee on file JYP has already met that is already part of the project. Will that be a problem?”

“No, ma’am.” Mina spoke.

“We are really grateful for this opportunity and we really just want to be a part of it.” You followed.

“Great! Lastly, usually projects only gone on for a year and the members are released from the project and the agency. However, Mr. Park has expressed that he’ll consider making you a permanent member of the JYP family if you make good promotions. So, work hard.”

“Yes ma’am!” You both smiled brightly.

“Fantastic! We plan to debut you after we bring in the New Year; preferably after GOT7′s Japan Tour. From now until then, we will work on creating your debut mini album, which will contain four songs: two of which we will compose for you and the other two you will do so on your own. You will have a choreographer assigned to you to help you come up with choreography for your songs. We will be figuring out your concept, wardrobe, and album cover; all you have to worry about is what you’re going to call yourselves who will be the leader, visual, lead dancer, lead vocal, etc. I will be your only manager, you will have three stylists, one for each of you. Your dorms will be located on the uppermost floors of the JYPE Building, and as for your old apartment, your rent for the next year will be paid for once you debut. You will move in in December. If you don’t have any further questions-”

“When will we meet Mr. Park and our third member?” Mina asked.

“You will meet Mr. Park in December when you move in and when you have some of the choreography down for your first song and you’ll meet your third member, Coco Lee on your third member on your own time. I will message you her contact information. Thank you for coming, ladies.” Ms. Na rose form her desk. “Welcome to JYPE.”

Back At Your Apartment

You and Mina called your parents to share the news and decided to face time your alleged third member, Coco Lee. From what Ms. Na had already told you, Coco was Chinese and Black, spoke three languages, and would be the youngest member of your group; being 18 years old.

“Hello, Coco!” You and Mina yelled excitedly yelled at Mina’s phone screen.

“Hello, sister members!" Your youngest member bowed her head and flashed her smile across the screen. “We finally meet!”

“Are you excited to debut?” Mina smiled.

“I am both excited and nervous.” Coco sighed. “Especially since we’ll be in the same agency as my bias.”

“Oh,” Mina giggled. “Who is your bias?”

“Kim Yugyeom from Got7.” She started blushing.

“Oh my god,” Mina gasped. “We like them, too! They are soooo handsome! Sara’s bias is Ma-”

“Aish!” You nudged Mina. “If we are going to be in JYP, we have to play it cool with other artists under the label. This includes Got7. You know you already know we are going to have a dating ban..”

“So...” Mina stroked your leg suspiciously. “If the sexy visual of Got7, Mark Tuan, was to stroke you like this and bat his beautiful brown eyes at you, you wouldn’t jump on that face?”

“Oh, you like the visual?” Coco teased through the phone. “Mark is not even my bias and I would definitely pop a squat on that-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” You giggled. “Let’s be a little more appropriate, members.”

“Guess who's debut teaser is out?" Mina asked you sarcastically.

"Don't tell me," You groaned. "Our super talented, shining star, sweetheart of South Korea: Ah Ra Park?"

“What was that?” Coco asked.

“Nothing Coco,” Mina said. “We’ll talk to you later!”

“Okay! Bye!” Coco ended the call.

Mina turned on her back and shared her phone screen. The teaser opened on a pink candy shop filled to the brim with all kinds of candy imaginable. Each member walks through the door individually in poofy dresses overly decorated with tiny cakes and pieces of candy that decorate their hair, wedges, and dress, while their stage name is displayed on the screen in Candyland font. All members assemble in a pyramid formation all while one of their super sweet, ear piercing songs play in the background. They then do ten seconds of their super sweet choreography, which you have seen every "cute concept" girl group do, and then they pose cutely, and their name, "Candi" displays on the screen with their debut date being January 1st.

Mina lowered her phone and turned to you. "What did you think of that?"

You sighed. "Super cliche. We seen all girl groups do this super cute, sugary, overdose shit before. The only problem is that they aren't doing the concept justice. And Ara's voice was SUPERBLY auto tuned....need I go on?"

You sighed. "It also looks like 'Candi' is debuting around the same time as us. Do you honestly think they're gonna be competition?”

“I’m not sure.” Mina sighed.

You stared at the ceiling. “I just want us to have a good concept and great choreography like BTS, and be great at performing live like Mamamoo. I want us to be K-pop princesses.”

Mina laughed. “Well, if you’re gonna set our standards high, then let’s aim to be queens.”

You smiled at your best friend and then looked at her again. “Wait, say that again?”

“We should be queens?” Mina looked at you confused.

“Queen...huh.”

December

“Last box!” Coco smiled at you as she brought a box out and closed your and MIna’s apartment.

“Awesome.” Mina smiled from her car. “Let’s go, KWEEN!”

It has been a full month since you and Mina had the meeting with Ms. Na and since then, your group, KWEEN, has already perfected the choreography for 'Get Lost' and 'In the Stars', the two songs JYPE produced for your group on the mini-album. Now you only had a month left of preparation, with still needing to produce two more songs, the choreography for those songs, and photo and video shoots for your debut. But for now, all you have to worry about is moving in.

“Do you have those last two boxes?” Mina asked you with concern as you all got out the car.

“Yeah,” You lied struggled with the boxes. “I got it. You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you in the dorm.”

“Okay.” You heard their footsteps grow silent.

You stumbled through the back entrance and kicked open the door. You knew the dorm was at the other side of the building, so you were going to have to walk through the meeting hall you were currently on until you got to the elevator at the end of it. The only problem: the two heavy boxes you were carrying was completely blocking your vision.

“Shit,” You said under your breath as walked further down the hallway. “This was a bad idea.”

You halfway down the hallway when you heard a door open and close.

“Hello, watch out.” You tried warning whoever was in front of you. “I can’t see-”

Next thing you knew, you collided with someone with such a powerful force that it sent you and your boxes flying and landing with a loud thud and clatter.

“Aish...” You rubbed your head. “Such an idiot-”

“Are you okay?” You heard a male voice asked you.

You opened your eyes and looked up to gaze upon a set of familiar eyes. Mark Tuan’s eyes.

“Shit.” You realized what you just said you jumped up on your feet and bowed. “I am so sorry Mr. Tuan.”

“It’s okay,” He rubbed the back of his head and got up. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

You stared at him for a bit and realized your shit was still all over the floor.

“I-I-I’m so sorry.” You stuttered as you rushed to throw your things back in the boxes.

“It's okay... It was my fault.” He bent down and placed your stuff gently in the boxes for you. "Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before."

“Uh,” You avoid eye contact with him. “Yeah I’m new.”

“Oh, that’s good.” He picked up your box and smiled. “Welcome to JYP.”

You looked at his signature smile and a shiver went down your smile when you looked at his lips.

“W-Well thank you for helping me, Mr. Tuan.” You bowed for the thousandth time. “I guess I’ll see you-”

“Let me help you take these to where you’re going.” He said. “It’s the least I can do for troubling you.”

“N-No you can’t-”

“I will.” He interrupted.

You sighed in defeat. “Okay, thank you.”

You both made your way down the silent hallway to the elevator. When you both got into the elevator, you pressed the top floor button and tried to distance yourself from Tuan. For a few minutes it was quiet. People occasionally joined you both on the elevator, but for the most part, it just you two alone in the tight space. Don't look. Don't look...You kept telling yourself. But eventually, you found yourself slowly moving your gaze to the side, admiring Tuan's side profile. His eyes were prettier in real life than you were used to seeing and more brown. The thing that you probably liked the most was his nose; you've never really seen a nose that that, strangely enough, something about his seemed to fit his face just right. You really starting to like his bright ketchup hair, it was so cute, and even now that it's a few shades darker, it was still cute. But, sexy. Lastly, you admired his lips; something you probably shouldn’t have done. They were rosey pink and heart-shaped and they puckered up and out. Your heart started to beat a little faster when you thought about how they wold feel against yours.

"Um," he tilted his head towards you. "What's your name?"

"Sara..." You quickly looked down at your feet.

"Oh, I'm Mark." He smirked.

"Yeah from Got7?" You asked as if you didn't know.

"Yeah." He smiled.

"I like your music." You spat out.

You know you love that shit you idiot. You thought to yourself.

"Oh, thank you." He looked away. "That means a lot."

"No problem." You said back.

"You must be doing something really important if you're going all the way to the penthouse." Mark said.

"Ummmm," You hesitated. "I don't think i can tell anyone yet-"

"It's okay." He smiled. "I won't force you."

Why do you have to be so cute you jackass? You thought.

"I heard there's a new girl group debuting, though." You said.

What the hell??? Why did I just-

"Oh, really?" He turned to you with raised brows. "That should be cool."

"Really cool." You followed.

"Where are you from, by the way?"

"America." You said in English.

Mark made the most wonder struck face. "Really?" He replied in English.

You couldn't help but to giggle at his adorkable face. "Yeah."

“It’ll be nice knowing someone else...” He said quietly.

You blushed as you both reached the top floor. You both got out the elevator and stopped in front of the penthouse door.

“Well, thank you Mr. Tuan.” You bowed again. “I really appreciate-”

“You don’t have to be so formal with me...” He gently dropped your stuff in front of the door. “You can just call me Mark. I’m pretty sure- hopefully we’ll see each other often.”

“Hopefully.” You sighed.

“See you later, Sara.” He smiled and turned down the hallway.

“Bye...” You sighed deeply. “...Mark.”

~To Be Continued

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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 72

kunikida doesn't deserve this shit

Yohei: *asleep, Toru sleeping on his chest* chie: *smiles and snaps a pic* Yohei: =w= "Zzz..." -elsewhere- Motojiro: *taps glasses with Tachihara* Tachihara: -_- "Just don't get the appeal of this season..." hirotsu: just enjoy it. *sips* Motojiro: =w= "How very zen." Tachihara: -_-; "Can't even find anyone around today..." leo: *entering with tea* is there anything else you would like today? Motojiro: owo "Do you have lemon for the tea~?" leo: i think so. i'll go and check, sir. Motojiro: "No problem--I'll handle this!" *pulls a lemon out of his pants* leo: ._.; hirotsu: that's just.....unsanitary. Motojiro: "I promise you, I kept the lemon hermetically sealed. My pants double as a sterile environment--" Tachihara: *spits up his drink, laughing hard* Motojiro: ._. "???" leo: ._.;;;;; hirotsu: *mortified* Motojiro: "..." *light bulb* "Hey! I didn't mean 'sterile' like that! I promise you, I am fertile!" leo: .... *blink* ????? hirotsu: *pinches nose* oooh dear lord... Tachihara: *laughs so hard he has fallen backwards in his chair* Motojiro: >\\\\< -elsewhere- Takehisa: *looking outside* maki: ? Takehisa: "Oh. Hello." *small smile* maki: hey. ^^ Takehisa: "Hmm...New sweater?" maki: yep! *it's a pusupusu sweater* ^u^ Takehisa: "It suits you." -elsewhere- Touma: *tosses slop into the jail cell* gil: eyyyyyyyyyyy Touma: "Eat up. Merry Christmas." gil:.... can we order pi-zza~? OwO Touma: *tosses a phone at him* "Try..." gil: *dialing* hello- *No signal* gil: D8 ray:.... that's just mean. gil:....im keeping the phone! Touma: "Have fun with that...I left some photos on it." gil: ???? *checks photos* *They show certain vampires being tortured...* gil: .___________.;;;;;;; *checking* boss lady and una arent in these. *phew* Touma: "Just a matter of time~" gil: YOU FIEND!! -elsewhere- Chuuya: *playing with Mito and her new toy* "You want the mouse? Catch it! Catch it!" mito: *tackles* *mreow!* Chuuya: "Hee hee..." *checks his phone* -messages from kouyou, kajii, and hirotsu- Chuuya: *pulls up Kajii's* Motojiro: [TELL THEM I'M NOT STERILE] Chuuya: "..." *deletes* *pulls up Hirostu's* hirotsu: [how was everything at home?] Chuuya: [peaceful day. sonia liked your gift] hirotsu: [glad to hear] Chuuya: [how were things on your end?] hirotsu:..... -he explains what all happened- Chuuya: "..." [keep the liquor cabinets locked. please] hirotsu: [noted] Chuuya: *checks Kouyou's message* kouyou: [merry christmas, chuuya ^^ how's sonia?] Chuuya: [same to you! she's happy] *sends a picture of Sonia hugging her new plushie* kouyou: ^^ Chuuya: [how was today?] kouyou: ... [eventful. leo tended to guests today] Chuuya: [so i heard. LOCK THE LIQUOR CABINETS] kouyou: [already done] Chuuya: [thanks. when u heading to shrine? new year?] kouyou: [yes. i got a new kimono for sonia to wear ^^] Chuuya: [excellent! can't wait for her to see it] -elsewhere- Kepuri: "Here you go, little one..." *sets the plant down in her new indoor butterfly garden* akaderu: ...cute. Kepuri: *beaming* "Of course--because I'm the genius that added a greenhouse when everyone said I couldn't!" *dramatic pose* -elsewhere- Gin: *washing dishes* naoya: *asleep on the couch* zzzz Gin: "..." *puts a blanket over Naoya* naoya: =w= Gin: *sighs* *looks out the window* -elsewhere- otogiri: *reading* ... Mr. Tsubaki's letter: "Beware the wolf: that scent was not normal." otogiri: ?? Letter: "I spotted something outside where I am staying. When investigating, I smelled a wolf--but there was something off about it. I have only encountered that scent around certain individuals: they call them Ability Users. Keep our family safe from them." otogiri: hmm.... Letter: "Take care of yourself, especially at this time of year. I know it is difficult--but I also know you are the level-headed one." otogiri: ... Letter: *the letter is signed with a fox pawprint* -elsewhere- Akitaru: *knocks on Nozomi's door* nozomi:....its open... Akitaru: *enters* "Hey. We sliced up a piece of Christmas cake for you." *holding the plate* nozomi:....*sad nom* Akitaru: *small smile* "Your aunt helped Relan and Iris with the recipe. She seems to know her way with chemistry." nozomi: ..... Akitaru: "...How did you spend last Christmas?" nozomi: .....dr i- ....aunt karin and i went to a light show. Akitaru: "You liked it?" nozomi:...it was nice. Akitaru: *nods* "That's good...Your aunt really cares about you. And I think she appreciated your gift." nozomi: .....im glad... Akitaru: "You should be. You make her happy...And she worries about you." nozomi: .....*shaking* Akitaru: "..." *pats her shoulder* -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Feel okay?" lisa: y-yeah... Vulcan: "You need some tea?" lisa:...*nod* Vulcan: *strokes her head* "I'll be right back..." *puts on a shirt, steps out to the kitchen* lisa: ..... Vulcan: ("...Maybe a doctor...") -elsewhere- Kid: *shudders, sighs* stocking: *panting* f-fuck... Kid: "Amazing..." *presses his lips to her side* stocking: *shudders* Kid: *smiles, rubbing her hip* "D-Did you like your present?" stocking: oh you know it *kiss* Kid: *smooch* ^\\\^ "Thank you for that...Stocking? Do you..." stocking: hmm? Kid: "...I know this is a lot to discuss...Children." stocking: kid... Kid: "Because...we haven't used protection, and I..." stocking: *hug* Kid: "...I want to be the father of your children, whenever you're ready..." stocking: i would like that ^^ Kid: *smiles* "Okay..." *smirks lightly* "I think we got in a lot of practice already." stocking: hehe~ Kid: *cuddles with her* "Can you keep me warm tonight?" stocking: of course~<3 Kid: *pulls the blanket over them, resting his head next to hers, massaging her side* -elsewhere- Izuku: *sets his new shirt over his chair, sets up his new All Might Funko figure* ^^ -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *looks at a photo of his child* mary: mr fitz? Fitzgerald: "Hmm? Yes, Mary?" mary: *hug* shelly christmas! Fitzgerald: "...Um...'Shelly'?" mary: um, hello? *points to herself* Fitzgerald: "...Shelly...Mary...!!! Oh!" *claps* "How clever!" mary: ^u^ Fitzgerald: *pat pat* "Shelly Christmas to you, too." -elsewhere- Steinbeck: >3< oscar: so you've been intimate with another man, so what? i've done it plenty of times. Steinbeck: "I don't even know what happened! I just woke up with him in bed with me..." oscar: do you feel anything in your bum? Steinbeck: O_O "No!" oscar: how about you, marky? twain: *shrug + 'i dunno' sound* Steinbeck: -_-# "What, you just go into random people's beds?" twain: it was cold and i had a few many eggnogs. Steinbeck: "And that's a fine excuse?! What if you ended up in someone else's bed, like Ebie, or Oscar--" oscar: not that i'd mind~ emily: you're shameless... Steinbeck: "If you're going to be like this, we're not having you drink that much in the future." twain: =3= mean. -elsewhere- Dazai: "Zzz..." atsushi: .... Odasaku: ("How's he holding up?") atsushi: (i think he's doing better...am i doing a good job? looking after him?) Odasaku: ("Do _you_ think you're doing a good job? Have you noticed a problem for him?") atsushi: .... Odasaku: ("I mean, it's not like you know what it's like to be a future potential father...although you've done well caring for others, haven't you?") atsushi: ... (i mean, i _think_ so?) Odasaku: ("...Kyouka looks like she's doing well. And Dazai is handling this news better than I thought he would...") atsushi:... (i guess) *lays down and sighs* Odsaku: ("...Things will make more sense after you get some sleep.") atsushi: ...right.... night. -a few days later- atsushi: *fixing up his bowtie* Dazai: "...Bowties are in now?" atsushi: i just decided to go with this... y-you dont have to if you dont want- Dazai: "I'll stick with the regular tie..." *looks at his pants* "...Are these 'dad jeans' now?" atsushi: i dunno. ^^; -elsewhere- yana: everyone ready for this? lydia: <yes> Ivan: *picks up a radio* yana: alright... *puts on a cape and rat mask* <all soldiers, move out...> -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "And make sure to stand up straight, don't move unless commanded to, and no making a mess on anyone's feet." Mr. Tsubaki: Q_Q mary: yessir! *in a stitched green dress* Fitzgerald: "I leave the pet in your care. Where are the others?" *finishes his tie* bram: here... Fitzgerald: "Miss Alcott?" louisa: h-here sir! Fitzgerald: "Eckleberg?" eckleburg: i'm here as well! Fitzgerald: "Ah, very well." *turns on the lights* "Now, we party!" *The disco ball descends--and smashes on the floor* louisa: ._.; Fitzgerald: OWO; "...I knew I shouldn't have installed that myself." -elsewhere- Tanizaki: *tugging his collar* naomi: *has her hair up in a bun* yosano: all set? *she wore a pantsuit* Kyoka: *in a dress* "..." *nods* atsushi: you ready, lucy? Lucy: *hiding behind him, curled up into a ball* "I can do this. I CAN'T DO THIS. I can do this. I CAN'T DO THIS." atsushi: *holds her hands* it's ok, lucy. Lucy: .\\\\. "..." *gulps, slowly walks forward* "What will he say..." atsushi:...i think they'd be happy to see you. ^^ Lucy: "I hope so...I just don't know--" *looks* "...Is that a doggie door?" atsushi: huh... aya: this is gonna bo soooo coooool! *A fox pops out of the doggie door* Mr. Tsubaki: "???" atsushi: woah! aya: awww how cute! Mr. Tsubaki: "..." *leaps out...sniffs at Aya* aya: hehehe~ ^^ *holds her hand out* Mr. Tsubaki: "..." *doesn't smell like the wolf* *nuzzles into her hand* aya: aww ^^ eckleburg: please, do come in. -inside is quite the fancy shindig, they even have a full orchestra- Dazai: "..." *stares at Eckleburg* "Oh! Look! They have their own Kunikida!" *points at Eckleburg* eckleburg: *blink blink* um...hello? ^^; Kunikida: *facepalm* "Just...be quiet." atsushi: (wow, i feel like i just stepped into an entierly different world....) Fitzgerald: "Welcome, former enemies!" ^w^ atsushi: YEEP! kenji: howdy! ^^ Fitzgerald: "Howdy!" *holds out his hand to Fukuzawa* "No hard feelings, right?" fukuzawa:...*squint* *shakes hand* Fitzgerald: "Very good. And how are your subordinates after your nasty poison incident?" fukuzawa: on edge. *squint* Fitzgerald: "Like a sword's edge?" *beat* "..." *laughs at his own wordplay* fukuzawa: .... atsushi:.... >->;; *takes lucy out onto the dancefloor* Lucy: owo "??? O-Okay?" atsushi: ok, i think i got this *puts a hand on her hip and dances slowly* .///.;;; Lucy: .\\\\. "...Okay...This is nice." ^\\\^ Fitzgerald: *turns, spots Lucy* "???" atsushi: ^///^.... *notices fitzgerald* OwO;;;; (MMMMMMMM!!!!) Fitzgerald: *points to his eyes, then at Atsushi* *deathly serious face* atsushi: *SWEATS* Dazai: "Mmm...The cheese is excellent!" louisa: *she nods* the highest quality in the city. Dazai: "You got some Ritz crackers for these?" waiter: *walks up to kunikida* champagne sir? Kunikida: "...Yes, thank you." waiter: enjoy yourself. ^^ *walks off* .....*he is in a secluded area* *over earpiece* he's here. yana: good, make the request. Kunikida: *sniffs his glass* waiter: *mushitaro* *walks up to the conductor* may i make a request? Conductor: "Hmm?" mushitaro: i would like to request 'polovtsian dances?' Conductor: "Hmm...Sure, we can play that..." *informs the band* mushitaro: thank you~ *vanishes into the crowd as the music begins playing* -in the basement, several figures with rat masks and capes ascend up the stairs as the music begins playing- -in the ballroom- atsushi:.... *tiger senses* !!! Lucy: "???" atsushi: something...feels bad... Lucy: "..." *looks around* atsushi: come on, we have to warn the others. i think the rats are about to make a counter attack... Lucy: *whispers* "Around here, I can't recognize where they can be coming from--" -the doors swing open and several of the rats have secured the exits as people scream- aya: !!! naomi: !!!! shit! Kunikida: "!!!" *pushes Aya behind him* fukuzawa: *he has his sword* Mr. Tsubaki: "..." *looking around, then dives under a table* Dazai: *looks up, mouth full of cheese* "???" O_O -someone in a rat mask and cape steps up onto the podium, their voice distorted by the mask- Conductor: *still conducting* O-O;;;; yana: {GoOd EvEnInG, dEaR pAtRoNs. PlEaSe, Do NoT bE aLaRmEd. ThIs WiLl OnLy TaKe A mOmEnT oF yOuR tImE.} Tanizaki: *standing in front of Naomi* "..." louisa: oh dear. ._.;; Lucy: *looking at the windows* "..." yana: {yOu SeE, oUr LeAdEr, Mr DoStOyEvSkI hAs ReCeNtLy BeEn DeTaInEd. So We HaVe TaKeN iT uPoN oUrSeLvEs To PaY eViL uNtO eViL.} Kunikida: *narrows his eyes* ("Interesting phrasing...") yana: {wE oNlY hAvE oNe, SiMpLe ReQuEsT; fOr DoPpO kUnIkIdA tO sUrReNdEr HiMsElF tO tHe AuThOrItIeS.} atsushi: ???!!! fukuzawa: what? aya: kunikida? Kunikida: "!!!" yana: {iF hE rEfUsEs To CoMpLy, WeLl, InNoCeNt PeOpLe ArE gOiNg To GeT hUrT...} *looks at one rat* {<you know what to do.>} Jordan: Q___Q *tries to make a run for it* rat: *shoots him in the leg* daisy: !!! rat 2: *drags her onto the stage at gunpoint* Jordan: *screams, howling in pain* Kunikida: "!!!! Stop this!" yana: {tIcK tOcK, mR kUnIkIdA. oR tHeIr BlOoD wIlL bE oN yOuR hAnDs. JuSt LiKe ThAt ChIlD's...} Kunikida: "..." *shivers* "Is this...what that is about?" *looks at the Rat* "...Will you let me use that phone in the corner?" rat 3: {gOoD lUcK.} Kunikida: "..." *holds his hands up, walks to the phone* "..." aya: h-hey, kunikida? atsushi: ?? Kunikida: "..." *looks back at Aya* aya: *she looks worried* Kunikida: "..." *puts on a smile* "It will be okay." atsushi: what are you- Kunikida: *picks up the phone...dials 911* atsushi: !!! operater: yes- Kunikida: "I am calling to make..." atsushi: kunikida, dont do it! Kunikida: "...To make a confession. I was the one who killed the child discovered in the mines on the outskirts of town." aya: !!!! fukuzawa: !!! yosano: what the hell are you- atsushi: but that's wrong! you know you didnt do it! Kunikida:…….. rat: <quiet you! let him talk!> Kunikida: "...I am willing to surrender myself to police custody." operater: ...we'll transfer you over now. aya: *teary eyed* kunikida.... Kunikida: "Thank you. ..." *holds Aya's hand* aya: why? why would you let them get away with this?! Kunikida: "Because I have faith in my ideals..." aya: .... Kunikida: "..." *hands his book to her* *looks at the Rat* "We done here?" yana: {gOoD} Kunikida: *nods* "I fulfilled your request. Now uphold your obligation: release your hostages and let the others get medical attention..." yana:... {vErY wElL} -smoke fills the room as the rats exit- Kunikida: "...Doctor, please tend to the man with the bullet wound." yosano: ...right... atsushi: *tries to run after the rats....but they're long gone*...dammit! Jordan: *crying in pain* yosano: it's ok. it'll only hurt a little bit more, then it will be alright. aya: kunikida, you cant let them take you to jail! you know you didnt do it- Kunikida: "My ideal...of protecting you all outweighs even the truth." aya: *tears falling* louisa:....lord francis, should we- Fitzgerald: "Let the police in upon their arrival." atsushi: what?! fukuzawa: ....kunikida- Kunikida: *lowers his head, holding back tears* "I am sorry, sir..." fukuzawa:...are you certain you want to do this? Kunikida: "Sir...I cannot let this hang over my head...My presence here after what happened could taint our...your agency." atsushi: ...... Lucy: "...This is stupid...Isn't anyone going to say something?" Dazai: "..." *turns his back* yosano: you cant just let the rats win like this, you idiot! naomi: you didnt have anything to do with- Kunikida: "I didn't save the child, now did I?!" naomi: ...... -the authorities soon arrive- Kunikida: "..." *holds up his hands* jack thompson: a thorough investigation will have to take place before a conviction is made, for now, you'll be in holding. aya: you cant let them do this!! Ivan: <How do you think it went?> yana:..... *removing her mask*...........*sigh*.....*making a call* gonch, give me a moment. Fyodor: *over the phone* <Yes?> yana: <good news, you'll be getting a new cellmate soon.> Fyodor: <...> "Happy New Year, then." <I look forward to the company.> yana: ..... Fyodor: <How do you feel?> yana: <what does it even matter? after all...> *fake smile and dead eyes* <im just your puppet, right?> Fyodor: <An extension of my will...Very good tonight, Yana.> yana: ... <alright, so what's our next move?> Fyodor: <Allow me to speak with our guest. I need something to be thrown away as well.> yana: <and that would be?> Fyodor: <Mushitaro knows: just let him know to proceed.> yana: <understood> -elsewhere- Katai: *reads the text message* "..." *shakes* keek: we have to bail him out somehow! he wasnt the one who did it! Katai: *shakes his head* "Kunikida is stubborn: his ideals won't allow it..." keek: t-then the agency just has to prove he is innocent! Katai: "..." *nods* "That would be up to Ranpo, then." keek: i'll do what i can to...true, i did use to do jobs for the mafia...but after the agency saved my life, the least i can do is repay them! Katai: *weak smile* "They'll appreciate that..." *pulls up footage* "...B-But I think we'll need protection...I don't want us to get hunted again." Q_Q -elsewhere- Kunikida: "..." grimoire: .... Alone: *stares* "...Can I try on your glasses?" Kunikida: "..." Nals: "..." *dramatic hair flip* grimoire:......not very chatty, is he? Kunikida: "...Officer?" sancha: yes? Kunikida: "I would like to request paper and something to write with...like a crayon?" sancha: how do we know you wont try to escape? given your ability... Kunikida: "You can ask my supervisors at the Agency: my ability only works on a particular type of paper..." -elsewhere- madoka: happy birthday, guys. ^^ kyouko: happy birthday! Rin: *blows a party favor* "Thanks!" Yukio: "Um...Yes, thank you." konekomaru: we got your presents here. ^^ Rin: "Sweet!" *grabs one for Yukio, tosses it to him* Yukio: "H-Hey! Careful! It could be fragile..." shiemi: ^^ nee: ^o^ Yukio: *opens his gift* -elsewhere- Yumi: "What do we know about his confession?" lord death: it's only that, thus far. there isnt any evidence to prove or deny it... Yumi: *points to the report* "Look at the residue left on the remains--confirm what makes up that explosive." nygus: right. -elsewhere- Mori: *shaking under his covers* secretary: .....so creepy....what do you think, mii? Mii: "..." *gets under the bedsheet, cuddles against Mori* Mori: Q~Q *tentative pet* secretary: ._.;;;; Mii: =w= *purrs* Mori: *his eyes start to close slightly...* "Zz..." *falls onto the bed in front of the Secretary* secretary: eep! .-.;; Mori: *his head falls right at her legs--he's out cold* Mii: *rests on Mori's head* ^w^ secretary: ._.;;;;; Mori: *snore* Mii: *lowers his head to the Secretary* secretary:... *pet pet* im not sure how you arent scared of him... ^^; Mii: *purrs, gets off of Mori's head, lies on the bed* secretary:.... *gives mori a pillow to hug onto* Mori: "E-Elise..." -elsewhere- *Mr. Tsubaki's letter sits opened in front of Tsubaki* tsubaki:..... *The letter informs her that he has only told her and Otogiri about the Wolf, and to take care of his family--* Mr. Tsubaki's letter: "There is not a moment where you are not on my mind. I want you protected..." tsubaki:...*hands shaking* Mr. Tsubaki's letter: "I admire and appreciate your care to keep my family away from these C3 bastards. But I won't rest peacefully until I find how to keep them away forever. When I do, I will come home to our family." tsubaki: *tears falling* Mr. Tsubaki's letter: "I love you." *pawprint signature* -elsewhere- Kid: "How do you feel?" stocking: =~= stupid cramps... Kid: "..." *sets the warm water bottle down* stocking: *sniff* thanks Kid: *nods* "You're welcome..." *opens a box of chocolates* stocking: *mouth open* Kid: *feeds one to her* stocking: ^u^ Kid: "Which flavor did you get?" -elsewhere- Lucy: *holding her hands, sitting on the couch, nervous* mary: you're lucy, right? it's so nice to meet you! ^^ Lucy: "Yes? And you are?" mary: mary shelly! im new to the new guild! and this is my buddy, bram! bram: h-hello. Lucy: *waves* "Hello. ...How do you like it here?" mary: it's been sooo fun! they even have a foxy! *holds up mr tsubaki* say hi, toby! Mr. Tsubaki: ._. Lucy: *shiny eyes* "May I pet him?" mary: sure! ^^ Lucy: *pets 'Toby'* 'Toby': ^w^ -the next day- Dazai: "...Damn it." ango: we'll see if there is anything to do regarding the investigation. Dazai: "How will you explain this to your boss if he asks why you're helping defend a friend of a frenemy?" ango: i think it will go well. Dazai: "Until then, we have our best investigator checking for evidence, too." -elsewhere- ranpo: *in a bear suit* Patty: "Want a balloon, Julie?" julie: *she nods* ranpo: here ya go! -elsewhere- Kyouka: "...Aya?" aya: *punching a pillow* this sucks! they cant just do this when he didnt do anything! i'll beat those jerk rats into next week! Kyouka: "Your time will come. But until they show themselves, you can either keep punching a pillow, or train to eliminate them." *assassin's stare* aya: ._.; kenji: for now, lets keep looking for clues! ^^ Kyouka: "The police would have the mines shut down. We could sneak in there, or search elsewhere." aya: hmmm.... Kyouka: *pulls up a map on her phone* "Here is Death City. We are here. The mines are there. We can trace paths they took to get to other locations..." aya: hmm, so we're around the slums still... Kyouka: "We could interrogate potential witnesses..." aya: alright! let's go! Katai: "Wh-What are you all talking about in there?" *he's rolled up in his futon* aya: EEK! kenji: hi mr katai, are you trying to become a butterfly in the spring? Katai: o_o; "...I don't...think so?" *shakes his head* "Wh-Where do you think you're all going? You can't just go through the slums alone..." aya: we're investigating, duh! Katai: "Not alone!" *whips the futon off of him in a dramatic pose--and it hits him in the face, knocking him back* aya: ._.; Katai: "...Help me up, and let's interview some suspects." -elsewhere- Ivan: <Was Master pleased~?> yana: <sounded like it. mushitaro's already hard at work.> Ivan: <Usually is...> *sets down a map* <Which is the next tunnel to create?> yana: *takes a look* hmm. <this 'nether' seems of interest...think we had a guy there that didnt come back...> Ivan: <Send a scout first?> yana: <sounds good...> -elsewhere- Haumea: "Okay, I finished erasing our path out of the old site...It would've gone faster if I had had some time-manipulation help, Little Bro." Sho: "..." Jonah: "Did you get that thing I asked you to retrieve~?" Haumea: -_-# guruna: you're shameless. =3= arrow:.... assault, are you awake? Assault: X____X Haumea: "..." *sniffs* "Is he dead?" guruna: *fire tornados him up* WAKE UP!! >3< Assault: O___O "AAAAAAAH-" *smashes against the ceiling* Haumea: ._.; Jonah: *giggles* arrow:.... *siiiiigh* *A loud thump is heard from the room next door* Haumea: O-O; "...The Preacher is displeased..." arrow: .... -elsewhere- Vulcan: *sets down apples sliced like bunnies* "Hungry?" lisa: *nom* Vulcan: ^^ "I can put some peanut butter and raisins on them, like we used to do..." lisa:...*small smile* t-thanks, vul. Vulcan: *smiles* "You're welcome." *takes a sip of the milk* "...You see what Iris has done to her garden?" lisa: ...havent seen it. Vulcan: "I know it's kinda cold out, but with the snow, it really has to be seen in person." lisa:...r-right. Vulcan: *small smile* "You could try on that new sweater..." -elsewhere- Black Star: "You got someone housesitting while you're on your mission?" soul: kilik said he'd cover. Black Star: "That'll be good." *passes a drink* "You still going solo on this one?" soul: yeah. stein said he'd help me out if need be. Black Star: "...Keep mace on you." soul: noted. -elsewhere- pushkin: um... we maaaay have a small problem. Chuuya: "Specify." pushkin: well, kati and i were at the in-base bar, and she thought to mix vodka, white wine, and redbull together and......the regret is instant. Chuuya: "...What has to be cleaned?" katya: *completly wasted* EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK~ EVERYWHERE, THERE'S A FACE~ OR SOMETHING-SOMETHIN-SOOOMETHIIIN~ Chuuya: "...Coffee. Lots of it." katya: *climbing onto pushkin's shoulders* heyyyyyy whos my soft pillow boy with a baby head, hehehe~ =w= its so soft *pats his head* how you even doin' that? pushkin: yes, i have a soft head, kati. Chuuya: "..." *snaps a photo* katya: *blink* pushkin are we dead? pushkin: no, we arent dead. Chuuya: "Get her to bed. Now." pushkin: <no need to tell me twice> katya: MUSH! MUSH! Chuuya: "And keep it down--some people are working. And I--" *SLIP* *SPLAT* katya: *peeeek* Chuuya: *he slipped on vomit* Q___Q -elsewhere- Mephisto: "How was your Christmas, sweetie?" stocking: it was great~ *smiles at kid* Kid: ^\\\^ felisia: oho, do anything naughty~? stocking: m-MOM! >///<; Kid: O\\\\\\\o Mephisto: "Dear, please, you're embarrassing them." *turns to Stocking* "So, are you pregnant yet?" stocking: DAD. Kid: *all color has faded out of his face and suit* Mephisto: "There are techniques--" stocking: *covers ears* FALALALALA IM NOT LISTENING. Kid: *still pouring tea into a cup--until it overflows* X____X felisia: ^-^; -elsewhere- Shotaro: *making a bed* "I'll be done with them in another few minutes! Can you check on the soup?" kyouko: ok! Rin: *stirring the soup* "Should be about done..." *looks down* "You got the spices?" Ukobach: *thumbs up* "Eeep!" kyouko: good job, uko. ^^ Ukobach: ^o^ *mixes the spices, dropping them into the soup* Shotaro: "???" ("Who the heck they talking to?") -elsewhere- Joker: "Think you can sneak into where the Hoods were before?" scarlet: it's a possibility. Joker: "Try it. Or we can send Ivy or Victor as a test-run--" scarlet: after victor's _last_ excursion in the nether? Joker: "...I mean, he'd know the area. I'm sure he's not that traumatized--" Victor: *curled up in the corner* scarlet: *sweatdrop* Victor: "Can't sleep...Preacher will eat me..." Joker: -_-# "Fine. Get a Hazmat suit for Ivy." -elsewhere- Sakuya: *lays out a kimono* tsubaki: getting ready for new years already? Sakuya: "Someone has to. If I lay it out, I'm hoping it'll get the others to get ready--" Belkia: "I lost my kimono in a fire." Higan: "I started a fire." otogiri: .... im not even shocked. Black Star: *sighs* "You're going to have to shop for more..." *hands Otogiri some money* -elsewhere- Crona: *looks out the window* mami: *making lunch* Crona: "...What do you want for the new year?" mami: hmm. hard to say. Crona: "...Yeah...Maybe just peace?" mami: *nod* yeah... -elsewhere- Kyouka: *holds up an image of Rat graffiti* "We know you know where they are. Talk." mrs uraraka:...is this deadmau5? Kyouka: "That is not the correct answer. Answer it correctly, or I unless our martial arts experts." ochako: eh? kyouka? what's going on? Kyouka: "Oh. Hello. I was interrogating this hostile witness regarding the location of an enemy troop suspected to be in this area. Could you help me getting a statement from this person?" ochako:..eh? ^^; *looks at her parents, confused* Mr. Uraraka: O_O; "...Young lady, we haven't seen that graffiti--" Kyouka: *holding a taser* Mr. Uraraka: "!!!" *stands in front of his wife and daughter* kenji: *holds onto kyouka's hand* it's ok kyouka, i dont think they mean trouble. if you've seen anything, let us know, ok? ^^ Mr. Uraraka: OWO;;; "Tha-Thank you, young man." *pushing his wife and daughter along* "L-Let's get the heck out of here now..." Kyouka: "..." *looks at Kenji* "..." kenji: i think if we ask nicely, they'll help us out better. ^^ Kyouka: "Hmm...You try the next one." *points* "Like that one." kenji: ok! -elsewhere- Emine: "Target acquired." *aims snowball* mono: *humming* Emine: *toss* -BWAB- mono: ACK! Emine: "Bad deed complete." *BAD DEED GET* mono: im trying really hard to like you guys more, BUT PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE THAT DIFFICULT!! DX< Emine: "...Then fight back. Throw a snowball." mono: *grumble* fine! -elsewhere- Relan: "One step...There you go." shinra: t-thanks. iris: ^^ Relan: *smiles* "Easier with two to lean on, huh?" shinra: yeah, haha ^^; Relan: "How about we try that waffle mix the Commander bought?" shinra: sounds good! Relan: "Iris, what fruit we got?" iris: i bought strawberries and blueberries. Relan: "Sounds good!" *opens the cupboard--and a random Yuu falls onto him* yu: woah! hi. -elsewhere- Mifune: *knocks* tsubaki: yes? Mifune: "Hello." *holds up a bag of oranges* tsubaki: oh, thank you. ^^ Mifune: "You're welcome. How is the end of the year going?" tsubaki: busy. Mifune: "Preparations for the new year ceremony?" tsubaki: ..y-yeah. Mifune: "...What is the threat?" tsubaki: ?? Mifune: "You seem nervous. Is there a threat inside?" tsubaki: oh, no, they arent that bad- naho: *peeeeek* Mifune: "???" *waves at Naho* naho: hiya! Mifune: "Hello." *looks at Tsubaki* "How many do you have here again?" tsubaki:... a lot. Mifune: "Hm. Big house, then--" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *staring at his meal* "..." grimoire: ... Alone: "...You two gonna eat that or what?" *already licking his own plate* prisoner: *nom nom* Kunikida: "..." *sips his milk* Alone: "So..." *slobbering* "What you in for?" Kunikida: "..." Alone: "...Overdue library book?" Nals: -_- *trying to fix his hair in the plate's reflection* prisoner 2: he's just under suspicion, unlike that guy....*points to fyodor, who is in a corner by himself* Fyodor: *humming* Alone: "...So, what's his deal?" Nals: "He could use a haircut." Kunikida: "!!!" prisoner 2: *whispers* i think he's some kind of cult leader, i'd avoid talking to him if i were you... Fyodor: *looks up at Prisoner 2...winks* prisoner 2: *she backs away, uneasy* Kunikida: "You're right. Do not go near him. Do not touch him. Do not talk to him--" Alone: "That just makes me want to touch the girly-hair man more." Fyodor: ._. ("...'Girly'?") prisoner 3: didnt you hear? he killed a guard just from touching him! Alone: "I mean, maybe it was something the guard ate--" Nals: "We're still cleaning the remains off the floor." -_-# Fyodor: *smiles at Prisoner 2 and Kunikida* prisoner 2: *she's shaking* Kunikida: "...Stay back from the bars. Do not do what he requests. Do not touch him." -elsewhere- Katai: Q_Q "No luck finding new information today..." *rubs his shin* "And that one old person kicked me so hard." aya: that just leaves-....*gulp* _that_ house... Kyoka: "..." *knock knock* man: yeah? what? Kyoka: *holds up a drawing of the Rat symbol* "Greetings, citizen. Have you seen this symbol before?" man:.....s-sorry, i dont know....*shaking* Kyoka: "Kenji, hold the door open." kenji: ok. aya: ??? Kyoka: "Sir, we just want to know whether you recognize this symbol. Yes or no." man: p-please, g-go easy on us, we just lost a family member- Kyoka: "We are not here to hurt you. We are investigating criminals and murderers. Your information can assist us." man: ....... -he tells him all he knows, though it’s not much- Kyoka: *nods* "Thank you for your information." *hands him a card* "Call with any new information." man:...o-ok.... Kyoka: "..." *stares intently* child: .... Kyoka: *spots the child* child: *he and several others just stare at them* Katai: Q___Q "So many...kids..." aya: ..... kenji: *waves* ^^ Kyoka: "...Are you the father of them all?" man: w-wha no! they're my siblings, i look after them... Kyoka: "Ah..." -elsewhere- Dazai: *looking at the canal* atsushi: .....*pats his back* Dazai: "...This is where we met." atsushi: it was only a few months, but it feels like it was years ago... Dazai: "No kiddin'. Time's weird..." *falls back into the grass and melting snow* "...You ever think about kids?" atsushi: ._.; im still 18?? Dazai: "Yeah, but I'm trying to teach you to put a hat on your jimmy, or else you'll have a child before you're ready." atsushi: .____________.;;;;; Dazai: "But seriously, you've thought about whether you want to have kids in the future, right?" atsushi: i guess? ^^; Dazai: "...I didn't think I'd live long enough." atsushi: .... Dazai: "...What do I do? I can't just go away..." atsushi: i guess be there for your child? if it were _him_, i think that's what he'd do... Dazai: "...Yeah. He would've." atsushi:..... Dazai: "...He used to play this game with the kids..." *small laugh* "He'd try to get them to try to assassinate him." atsushi: ^-^; really now? Dazai: "Yep. Made a game of it. He usually won." atsushi: i guess he was a lot taller than them... Dazai: "He was a full-grown adult. They were just...little kids." atsushi: ...... Dazai: "...Am I going to die?" atsushi: no, you're going to be fine, i think. Dazai: "...Dying before your kid is even an adult...I...have not wanted to live..." atsushi:.....*awkward hug.....it feels....comforting, somehow* Dazai: "..." *small sob* atsushi: come on, lets get home... Dazai: "O-Okay..." -elsewhere- Iida: *walking through a park* "..." momo: hey tenya. Iida: "...Momo?" momo: mind if i walk with you for a while? Iida: "...Okay." momo:....*holds his hand* Iida: "..." *looks down at the ground* momo:...*hug* Iida: "..." *he doesn't move...a tear falls down his face* momo: im here, ok? Iida: "..." *slight crack* "O-Okay." -elsewhere- Emine: *covered in snow* Yohei: "...The heck happened?" mono:... .-. we went overboard. Yohei: "...It looks like you won, at least. Congrats, Mono." *hands her a shovel* "You two can now shovel the walk." mono: =3= -elsewhere- Ivan: "..." *turns the radio louder* "..." <When?> lydia: ?? Ivan: <Isn't Master going to give us future instructions?> yana: <give him time. he's gonna need it.> Ivan: <But I want to know noooooooow...> *whine* yana: <ok, i got the next order.> Ivan: OWO "Yes?" yana: bosses orders. chill the fuck out. Ivan: <I'LL DO IT! I'M THE BEST AT CHILLING, MASTER~> lydia: ...*sweatdrop* -SCREAMING- Ivan: "Eep!" mushitaro: I AM GOING TO KILL EVERYTHING!!! TT~TT Ivan: O_O; "...What happened?” mushitaro: I AM IN PAIN AND I FUCKING HATE THIS SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!!! *he is screaming and crying* yana: need us to pick up some discount christmas chocolate- mushitaro: DO IT!! Ivan: *puts on fuzzy hat* "On it!" *runs--into the wall* yana:....lydia? lydia: <understood> *exits* Ivan: X_X zoey:....i'll be treating you now~ Ivan: *dazed* "Master? When did you get so ugly?" zoey: *jabs a scalpel into his shoulder* HOW DARE YOU INSULT MASTER YOU FILTHY WRETCH!! yana: play nice you two! -elsewhere- leo: .... Akutagawa: "Thank you for the tea." leo: you're welcome. *bows* Akutagawa: *nods* "How has your day been?" leo: alright, mostly. been busy with working around the estate. Akutagawa: *nods* "I can imagine the work here must be exact..." *stabbing his fork into a stale gingerbread man cookie* leo: ... Akutagawa: *stab stab STAB STAB* "Why won't you die?!" leo: s-sir, please calm down! Akutagawa: "How much longer will this go on?!" *smashes his fist on top of the cookie* leo: !!! -squeaky- -someone threw a plush tiger- Akutagawa: "..." Q_Q leo: ?? *looks up* Gin: "..." leo: ah... -elsewhere- Lucy: T__T "I was so worried he'd hate me..." naomi: well, looks like things turned out well ^^ Lucy: *nod nod* "I'm just so happy..." *ugly crying face, Izuku puddle of tears* kirako: *hands her a bucket* Lucy: "Th-Thank you..." *catching her tears* -elsewhere- Mori: "Zzz..." {Rintaro: "Where are you going, Father?"} {ougai sr: hm? oh, im just tending to a patient. they're very sick...i dont think they're going to make it.} {Rintaro: "...That's very sad."} {ougai sr: *pets his head* it is, but even though doctors save lives, we cant save them all. *out of rintarou's view, he smiles a dark smile*} {Rintaro: "What if we could?"} {ougai sr: ...*hands him some money* here, why dont you buy yourself something nice? papa has to work now. *small forehead kiss*} {Rintaro: Q_Q "O-Okay..." *turns* *walks away*} {ougai sr: *enters the operating room* … *looking at the woman strapped to the operating table.....looks at his medical tools*} {Woman: *trying to scream*} {ougai sr: shhh, it's alright ma'am. it will only hurt for a moment~} Mori: *shifting in his sleep* "N-No..." fukuzawa:..... Mori: *mutters something in...German?* fukuzawa: ??? -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: "What a mess...When is Jordan coming back to work?" louisa: sometime after the new year. bram: .... Fitzgerald: "This is all embarrassing...Eckleberg, how did they even get inside?" eckleburg: they must have had someone hack into the system. i'll have to work on an update to the system then. Fitzgerald: "Do it, Old Sport--quickly and correctly." eckleburg: understood! -elsewhere- Poe: *has cut up and laid out newspaper clippings* rowena: ?? *Clippings show Kunikida's arrest, Fyodor's capture, and some other random items--with one having a raccoon ink-print on it* rowena: investigating something? Poe: *small yelp* .\\\\. "Y-Yes? I just thought I noticed something..." rowena: like what? Poe: *points at a photo behind Kunikida, when the news photographed the handcuffs being put on him* "This photo was from December 27th. Why does the calendar behind him show December _28th_?" rowena: ?! Poe: *nods* "Someone tore it off...Was it Kunikida? If so, why?" rowena: we'll just have to investigate further, right? Poe: "Yes! ... 'We'? You're up for this?" rowena: *she nods* i can invite one of the new club members to assist us too! Poe: "??? 'New club member'? Who?" rowena: it's a surprise~ ^^ Poe: "Oh, well then, let's see it when the time comes." ^^ -elsewhere- Kid: *still frozen and all color faded out of him* o_o kirika:.....*rips one of his sleeves* Kid: *wakes up* "HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY ATTIRE WITH YOUR AWFUL SYMMETRICAL FOOLISHNESS! SHAME! SHAAAAAAAME!!!!" kirika: he's alive guys! liz: oh thank god. Patty: *holding a coffin* "...Nuts." *Hugh pops out of the coffin* Hugh: "THIEF!" tetsu: kidnapping, technically. Hugh: >3< -elsewhere- Haumea: *has a slap mark on her face* -_-# "I changed that brat's diapers, and this is the thanks I get? Rotten little rugrat..." arrow: as a _child_? Haumea: "I was a child prodigy at my age! What, older sisters change their baby brothers' diapers all the time!" guruna: werent you like, 5 or something? Haumea: "You all calling me a liar?! Lying's a sin! I'm no sinner!" arrow:.......do you want a polite answer or an honest answer? Haumea: "YOU LIE, YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!" guruna: oh haumi, we're _in_ hell, and we've _been_ in hell 8D Haumea: "..." *forehead flick* guruna: *twitching on the floor* HFJK<FNJLJDKNVKJNDJKVOKL -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Zzz..." sonia: *drawing* Chuuya: *turns over...yawns* *looks around* "???" sonia: *drawing a picture of the people in the mafia, including rain, but mori has horns and demon wings* Chuuya: "...Sonia? You been playing?" sonia: *holds up her drawing* Chuuya: "...It looks good." *points at Rain* "Is that Mommy?" sonia: *she nods* Chuuya: "It looks good...I'm sure she'd like it." sonia: ... Chuuya: "..." *hug* sonia: *hug* Chuuya: "...I love you." sonia: i love you too, papa. Chuuya: *smiles* "...Let's get you some dinner." -elsewhere- chie: *rocking toru* toru: zzz Yohei: *puts batteries back into the security camera* -elsewhere- PlushFix: *grumbles* kinuta: gooooood, it feels like we havent done _anything_ =3= *letting him rest between her breasts* PlushFix: =\\\\= "No kiddin'...The va-cay was good and all, but can't we do some thievery?" hina: fuck yeah! PlushFix: *muffled voice* "Rob some mansions!" hina: murder some fuckers! PlushFix: *more muffled* "FUCK YEAH!" -elsewhere- Asura: "..." *fanning himself with a scarf* mikan: feeling hot? Asura: "...Yes." mikan: hmm. *puts an ice pack on him* Asura: =\\\\= "Thank you...Why do I feel so warm in winter..." mikan: perhaps you have a fever? Asura: "I don't feel sick..." *unwraps some scarves* -elsewhere- Kid: *sighs* stocking: you ok, kiddo? *in the bath with him* Kid: *smiles at her* "Much better now." stocking: glad to hear~ *leans against his chest* Kid: *strokes her head, kisses her forehead* stocking: hehe, strokes circles on his chest with her fingertip* Kid: *small gasp* ^\\\^; *rubs her shoulders* stocking: so handsome~ Kid: "So beautiful..." *cheek smooch* -elsewhere- {Mrs Kusakabe: "All done!" *holds up a mirror* "What do you think of your Halloween costume?"} {shinra: cool!} {-he pokes her stomach-} {shinra: what do you think?} {Mrs. Kusakabe: "Hee hee!" *holds her belly, impersonates a silly voice* " 'I think your costume looks great, Big Brother!'"} {shinra: i cant wait to see you!} shinra: *yaaawns* *looks at the window* morning already? *The room is quiet* shinra:....*looks to his side* Relan: *sleeping* shinra:....*kisses his forehead* Relan: =w= *yawns* "Sh-Shinra?" shinra: morning rel. *hug* Relan: ^\\\^ *strokes his back* "Morning...Up early?" shinra: yeah. sleep ok? Relan: "Pretty well...Felt snug." *smiles* shinra: ^///^ .....i wasnt...._too_ hard, was i? Relan: .\\\\. "...I didn't think so?" shinra: ah...*hug* -elsewhere- Emine: "Zzz..." lin-kimpur:.......*hugs him* Emine: *yawns* "..." *looks into her eyes* "...Morning." lin-kimpur: *sniff* m-morning.... Emine: "...What's wrong?" lin-kimpur: j-just sad i guess..... Emine: "..." *hug* "Talk?" lin-kimpur: can i just lay here for a while? Emine: "...Of course." *shifts to rest his arm under her* -elsewhere- Todoroki: *rings the doorbell* ochako: hey todoroki! ^^ Todoroki: *waves* "Hello. How are you?" ochako: feeling old =3= Todoroki: "??? You don't look any older than when I saw you last..." ochako: yeah... ^^; Todoroki: "Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize your birthday..." ochako: it was two days ago? on the 27th? though to be fair, i dont remember you asking... ^^; Todoroki: "..." *nods* "I'll remember it, then. And treat you..." ochako: aw, thanks. *hug* Todoroki: ^\\\^ "You, um, have breakfast yet?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: "..." *studying the other inmates* prisoner 2: *she's uneasy* Kunikida: "...You." prisoner 2: ??? w-what? Kunikida: "What are you accused of?" prisoner 2: ...m-murder of a coworker.... Kunikida: "Oh..." *steps back* prisoner 2: i-it wasnt me! i didnt kill her! Kunikida: "...Who was the victim?" prisoner 2:....her name was noriko shirono. Kunikida: *nods* "I'm familiar with that case...So you're..." prisoner 2: kanae minato. Kunikida: "...I remember your public defender was shoddy." minato: well, it's my fault for going with 'dewey, cheetum, and hao.' Kunikida: *already writing in chalk along the walls* "The alibi you gave was flimsy yet not unbelievable." minato: im telling the truth though! Kunikida: "...Have you gotten a lawyer to appeal your case?" *still drawing a diagram on the wall* minato: no such luck.... Kunikida: *drawing diagrams of angles* "No...Angle is wrong." *holds a hand up to her head* minato: eh- Kunikida: "Wrong height. And furthermore--" *Creepy laughter echoes in the jail wing* minato: *shudders* Kunikida: *trying to stay calm...* Fyodor: "Child...His truth will _not_ set you free..." minato: ....... Fyodor: "Do you think this punishment is fair?" minato:........... Fyodor: "...It may be. After all...maybe you're guilty of something..." minato: ........ Fyodor: "What if you _did_ do it, but suppressed--" Kunikida: "Shut your mouth this instant!" guard: alright, you're going back to solitary... *using a stick to guide fyodor to his cell* Fyodor: *slight giggle* "Careful--I'm ticklish..." guard: ..... Fyodor: *goes to his cell...after turning his head to smirk at Minato* minato: *shaking* Kunikida: "...That man is a sociopath. Block out his words. Just--" {Kunikida: "I killed the child."} Kunikida: "..." *shell-shocked* minato:...... {*staring at shirono's crumbled body, with blood all over her*} .... Kunikida: "..." *falls back against the wall...covers his face* -elsewhere- Ivan: <Is he pleased~?> yana: <sounds like it, he's making some new friends.> Ivan: <...Just friends?> yana: <yeah, 'friends' maaaay be pushing it. this _is_ fyodor we're talking about> Ivan: *loud sigh of relief* <Oh, thank goodness--I thought he had replaced me!> yana: <gonch, you're one in a million.> Ivan: "..." QWQ "Thank you.” -elsewhere- Poe: *walking nervously, looking around every corner* bear: *staaaares* Poe: O_______o;;;; bear: hey poe! Poe: *covers his face* "DON'T EAT ME, GIANT BEAR!" -the 'bear' removes it's head, revealing....- ranpo: yo. Poe: ._.; "...Oh. Hi. ...Is this a punishment?" ranpo: sorta. -he explains what all happened- Poe: "That's...rather humorous. Hee hee..." ^^ "Have you seen anything interesting?" ranpo: it's a work in progress....*notices someone* oh, hey mr fancy hat and fancy hat junior! Chuuya: "...Walk faster, Sonia--" sonia: *glaaaaares at them* Poe: ._.;;; *whispers to Ranpo* "Do you think they're still mad--" *A shoe smashes into Poe's face, knocking him back* sonia: *kicks him in the shin* ranpo:...i'll take that as a 'yes'. Chuuya: "Sonia, you know that's inappropriate--without also kicking him in the other shin." Poe: *scrambles away--leaving a bag behind* "Have mercy!" ranpo: ?? *examines the bag* *Inside is a small jewelry box* ranpo: *about to peak* *Snatch* ranpo: ?? Poe: >\\\\< "No!" ranpo:....*realizing* oooooooOOOOH poe you dog! 7w7 Poe: "YOU KNOW NOTHING! YOU'RE JUST A BOY IN A BEAR SUIT!" ranpo: *innocent whistling* Poe: *grumbles* "Tell no one..." ranpo: hey, if you arent gonna say anything, neither am i. sonia: ??? Chuuya: -_-# "Give me back my shoes" -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Zz..." Katai: ._.; "How long has she been out?" atsushi: she must be exhausted... Katai: "She was really going all-out detective style..." *hands Atsushi a blanket* atsushi: well, we are a detective agency. *chuckles and covers her* Katai: "...Most of us..." atsushi:....r-right.... Katai: "...How was everyone when I wasn't there?" *hugging his futon* atsushi: maybe ask fukuzawa? Katai: *nods* "H-He just seems...serious lately. And busy." atsushi:.... >->; Katai: "Maybe I could bring him his favorite tea--and those sweets he liked." atsushi: sure, go with that ^^; Katai: "Yay!" ^^ "..." o_O "I would have to go outside to get treats..." kenji: we'll go with you. ^^ Katai: *loud sigh of relief* "Oh thank God..." -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Maki, tell the Captain I'm not asking her." Takehisa: "Any information about the Hoods--" Vulcan: "No! Just back off..." maki: what's going on? lisa: *shaking* Vulcan: *glares at Takehisa, holding Lisa's hand* Takehisa: "The longer we wait, the harder it will be to locate the Hoods. Maki, if you knew where they were, you'd tell us, yes?" maki:...i mean, of course i would....but lisa...her circumstances are different. Takehisa: "..." *sighs* "Just...give us whatever information you have--" lisa:........ Vulcan: "...You don't have to...Take your time." lisa:......s-shapes.....e-everything's just shapes....*shaking badly* Vulcan: "Okay, that's enough..." *holds her* "It's okay..." Takehisa: "..." lisa:....*her breathing steadies* Vulcan: "Let's go...Take a walk..." Takehisa: "..." lisa: o-ok.... -elsewhere- Dazai: "You sure a prison break isn't still a viable option?" yosano: that will only make matters worse. Dazai: "Not if we do this gradually..." *takes out a pair of chopsticks* -chop- yosano: do not. Dazai: >3< "At least I'm thinking of an idea. I don't see anyone else. Oh, I know!--Let's ask Kunikida! Oh, right--HE'S NOT HERE!" kirako: *hug* down boy. Dazai: TT\\\\\TT kirako: better? Dazai: "A-A little...This is all just so much all at once." -elsewhere- Mikuni: "And then we'll get you a new dress, and maybe design your hair--" Jeje: *stuck on Mikuni's shoulders* -_-# "Kill me..." metsu: ... ?? there's a customer. Mikuni: "???? Welcome, to our little curio shop--" rowena: um, h-hello. .///w///. Mikuni: "Well, howdy, missy!" rowena: i wanted to give you something for the holiday! >///< *hands him a heart shaped box of chocolates* please enjoy it! Mikuni: OwO "Ooooo! We love chocolate, don't we, Jeje?" Jeje: *judgy snake face* -_-# metsu:.... Mikuni: "Did you make these?" *takes a bite of one* rowena: myself? oh goodness, im not that skilled. .///.; Mikuni: "D'aw, that's a shame. You should try--making chocolates can be fun!" *holds one up to Jeje* Jeje: *shakes his head 'no'* -elsewhere- Hyde: *searching through online streaming videos* "...Shit. I remember this film. I was at its premiere." licht: didnt you kill the lead actor? Hyde: -_-; "...Let's watch something else." -elsewhere- Yumi: "..." marie: whats up? Yumi: "Just trying to figure out a few cases. How are you?" marie: busy, there's a mjolnir family reunion coming up. Yumi: "So you're traveling?" marie: and little christa too~ ^^ Yumi: *smiles* "She'll be the center of attention." marie: >u< Yumi: ^^ "I hope you have fun there. Is everyone going?' -elsewhere- Anya: "Classes will begin again soon." tsugumi: yeah. Meme: "Picked your classes?" tsugumi: *she nods* Anya: "I'll be in history, public speaking, and more combat courses. You?" tsugumi: hmmm. i guess i want to learn more about this whole 'grigori soul' thing... Meme: "So a 'soul studies' class?" tsugumi: yeah, that. Anya: "I heard that course is intensive. Maybe talk to the teacher?" tsugumi: noted. mio: how about you, meme? Meme: "I'm not sure...I was looking at combat classes and...some advanced studies." ao: oh? Meme: *nods* "Maybe, I don't know, pursue some more intellectual studies?" mio: that's great. ^^ Meme: ^^ "How about you, Mio?" mio: not sure just yet. i might see if there's some kind of coding class or something. Meme: "Oh, you'd be great! I know they want to add more of those classes." -elsewhere- Jacqueline: "??? What happened to you?" Poe: *has a shoe imprint on his face* Q_Q "I don't want to talk..." karl: *chitter* *pap pap* Poe: TTWTT *pat pat* *sets his bag in his locker* -elsewhere- Steinbeck: *tending to his grapevines* dorothy: *staaaare* Steinbeck: "??? Yes, Dorothy?" dorothy: can i watch? big brother's being a buttpain. Steinbeck: "Sure...What's wrong?" dorothy: he's just a bit much when it comes to brotherly affection. not in a weird way, mind you. Steinbeck: "...Okay? Um...What boundaries do you want him to practice?" dorothy: he needs to learn to chill the heck on out. Steinbeck: "I could send him out on errands. Or--" baum: JOOOOOHN!!! Steinbeck: "?!!!! Wh-Whhat?"at?" baum: *holds dorothy close* dont lust after my sister you sick bastard! i should have you fined and arrested! dorothy: =_=; Steinbeck: o_O "I...wasn't...?" baum: you better not have been. T_T Steinbeck: "I assure you, I wasn't...Um...Do you need to take a break? Get a snack?" -elsewhere- Benimaru: *trying on his formal kimono* "..." kirei: getting ready for new years festivities? Benimaru: *nods* "Thought I should check to make sure it still suited me." *holds out his arms* "How is it? Good size?" kirei: *she nods* ^^ Benimaru: "Thank you. How is festival organizing going?" kirei: the sisters are all working hard. Benimaru: *nods* "Your kimono?" kirei: i already have it set out. -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *sniffs* mary: whats wrong, toby? Mr. Tsubaki: TT3TT mary: *brushing him* Mr. Tsubaki: =\\\\= *fox sigh* -elsewhere- Belkia: "Tah-dah!" *he's in a Bedazzled kimono* Sakuya: "..." *covers his eyes* "I have gone blind." tsubaki: it's certainly...unique. ^^; Belkia: "Thank you! They called me mad for daring to sequin a kimono!" -elsewhere- Mori: *sips his tea* "...I just remembered, I'm not a big fan of tea. But you were, weren't you?" fukuzawa: yes. Mori: "...Very traditional...Samurai..." fukuzawa: ... Mori: "...I remember...milkshakes." fukuzawa:....should i have someone picks something up for you? Mori: *nods* "And lemon cookies." fukuzawa: .. Mori: "Maybe...chocolate. Rainbow stickers..." fukuzawa: .... --# Mori: "..." *finishes his tea* "..." *stares at the tea leaves* "...I want to get better." fukuzawa: ... Mori: "..." *holds up the cup* "Do you read tea leaves?" fukuzawa: not normally. Mori: "...Oh. Was hoping someone could predict these." fukuzawa: ...... >->; (i dont want to let that girl near this lolicon.) Mori: "...Well, I better sleep..." -morning- Kid: =_= stocking: rough night? Kid: *nods* "Migraine..." stocking: aww. Kid: "Maybe some medicine and water..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *yawns* -...- Kunikida: "..." *looks at the wall...picks up his chalk* -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *claps his hands* "Line up! We continue inspections." -staff lining up- Fitzgerald: "...Eckleberg! Fix that tie!" eckleburg: *doing so* Fitzgerald: *walks by--then leans down* "And you. Where were you at 11:59 PM the night of December 27?" worker: i was home! you can ask my mother! Fitzgerald: "HOW DO I KNOW YOUR MOTHER WASN'T INVOLVED IN THIS EVIL PLOT OF EVIL?!" worker: Q_Q daisy: sir, he's pissing himself. Fitzgerald: "Hmm...The self-urination is a rather convincing piece of evidence. Very well. Jordan, clean this mess up." jordan: -_-; -elsewhere- Steinbeck: -_-##### twain: that seriously happened? Steinbeck: *small growl* "Unfortunately..." twain: what's his deal? Steinbeck: "He has a sister fixation. And as someone with sisters--that's pretty messed up." baum: its not anything weird or lewd! keep your perverted ideas away from us, freak. twain: ._.; Steinbeck: "Just...keep him occupied. Like, a jigsaw puzzle, or compare beauty tips." twain: can do! -elsewhere- Ivan: -_-# <Such noise...> yana: hmm? Ivan: <Tell that cow to stop her groaning...> yana: oi, medic, you ok? zoey: ah.....h-hungry....my baby needs to eat..... lydia: <vachenka, i know you dont like her at all, but it wouldnt kill you to be less of a dick.> Ivan: <No, it actually would. It's a medical condition. Tragic.> lydia: ... T_T; Ivan: <Why don't _I_ prepare her meal?> *innocent smile* lydia: <i will handle it.> Ivan: -3- yana: (boss, please get home soon before i lose what remains of my sanity...) -elsewhere- minato:.... Fyodor: *humming* minato: *tenses and tries to walk away* Fyodor: "Still running?" minato: w-what do you want from me? Fyodor: "To free this world of sins..." minato: but why are you targeting me? i didnt do a single thing to you! Fyodor: *smiles* "If I seek to eliminate this world of sin, I have to make every person I meet be honest with themselves." minato: i-i didnt murder her! Fyodor: "So why are you here?" minato: i.....*shaking* i didnt mean to.....i-i had to....i-i was......*her eyes are wide, tears falling* Fyodor: "...Child..." minato: *hyperventilating* {minato: *asleep*} {-someone sneaks into her apartment and enters her room....and starts choking her-} {minato: !!!!!????} {shirono: this is for your own good. you're going to bring us all down if you keep living... *she seems unstable*} {minato: *kicks her off before grabbing scissors, and in a fit of panic, stabs her to death* ah......ah...... *screaming*} minato: ....... Fyodor: "...You had to do it, didn't you?" minato:....*crying and trembling* Fyodor: "And like any murderer, now you are here." minato: ...............*catatonic* Fyodor: "The truth...shows you why you are here. But the truth...can also set you free." minato:...w-what should i do? Fyodor: "Do you think this punishment is appropriate?" minato:.....i...i dont know..... Fyodor: "Which sentence did they give to you, when they locked you here?" minato:.....i dont remember.....7 months? Fyodor: "Seven months? That is all for killing?" minato:........ Fyodor: "It is said that, to take a life, only one thing can be done to make up for that sin...An eye..." minato:....for an eye.....*glances to the door leading to the stairs* Fyodor: "Shall I help you?" minato:....please.... Fyodor: *looks at Alone* "You. Wolfman." Alone: *Scooby 'Huh?' noise* Fyodor: "What if I offered you freedom?" Alone: "...Like, escape from here?" Fyodor: *smirks* Alone: "...Yo, Grimoire? You--" grimoire: dont trust this man. i get a bad vibe from him. Alone: "But Grim--freedom! He's offering--" Fyodor: *already talking to another prisoner* "--if you just do as I ask." grimoire:.... !!!! Prisoner #1: "AAAARG!" *picks up a metal tray--and smashes it into Alone's face* Alone: "OUCHIE!" *knocked down* grimoire: hey! what the hell are you doing?! guard: hey-HEY! Prisoner #1: *kicks at Grimoire's face* Fyodor: *stares at Minato* minato: *makes a beeline for the stairs, running up them* -Outside- Kunikida: *lifting a weight...in view of the roof* prisoner 2:....eh? whazzat? Kunikida: *looks up...squints, to see the distance and against the bright sun* minato: *stumbling to the roof's edge, staring down below* ............................. Kunikida: "That's...!!!!" minato: *closes her eyes.......and leans forwards.....almost falling in slow motion........* -crunch- -the prisoners are screaming and running away- Kunikida: *just stares...so shocked, he drops his weight* -the guards are doing all they can to handle the situation- Kunikida: *looks at the fence between the yard and where Minato...* "..." *runs...and jumps, crawling over the fence* guard: h-hey! GET BACK HERE! Kunikida: *runs to where Minato is* ("What am I doing? I'm not Yosano. I'm not...I'm not able to do anything...But I have to try...") -she's already gone....just a crumpled form laying in blood, with a few bones sticking out- -the top of her head had caved in from the impact- Kunikida: *stares wide-eyed* "..." *he's just standing...staring* -silence, save for a ringing in the ears...- -THUD- guard: get back in your cell! Kunikida: *knocked to the ground* -elsewhere- liz: *watching tv*.....!!!! *horrified* Wes: "...God..." julie: liz? uncle wes? what's going on? liz: !!! hey kiddo. why dont you and riley get the gamecube set up and we can all play mario party? julie: for real? ok! *goes to do that* Wes: "..." *holds her hand, shaking* -elsewhere- yuma: happy birthday, mifune. ^^ Mifune: *small smile, nods* "Thank you." angela: we got you mochi! -there is a little box with mochi shaped like rabbits- Mifune: "Oh! Looks good..." *hugs* angela: *huuug* ^u^ yuma: ^u^ Mifune: "Well...let's dig in." -elsewhere- Lucy: *washing plates...turns on the radio* -seems some christmas music is still playing- Lucy: *sighs* "Corny, but familiar..." *turns up the volume* -the door opens- atsushi: hey lucy. *wave* Lucy: "Oh, hey." *waves* "On break?" atsushi: yeah. school starts up next year. *yawns* pulled an all nighter last night.... Lucy: "On studying?" *dries her hands* atsushi: yep. Lucy: "That's some commitment...You try a nap, or do you want some coffee?" atsushi: yes please. -elsewhere- Yohei: *sets down GET* "Alright. Get to it." get: *salute* chie: *chuckles* booo. Yohei: *smiles* *pats GET* -elsewhere- PlushFix: =w= "If I could smoke again, this'd be heaven..." hina: *giggling* shaula: yeeep dats da good shiiiit. mimeca: =w= saku:..... <idiots> PlushFix: *stares at Shaula* "...Pretty hair, BT-dubs." [[as in BTW]] shaula: magic, bitches, lul. beatrice: =-=; (lady shaula i love you but you're so strange sometimes) -elsewhere- Johannes: "..." *sighs, tears a page out of his notebook* metsu: doctor? Johannes: "What?" *ripping the page in half* metsu: ...nevermind. Johannes: "..." *returns to his writing...the torn up page is next to Metsu's feet...One word is legible: "Sister"* metsu:....... -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Looking forward to the festival?" sonia: *nod nod* Chuuya: *smiles* "We'll get some treats, Grandma will want to look at the lanterns..." sonia: ok. Chuuya: "Any games you want to play?" -elsewhere- Hyde: *setting up a booth* kyouko: im here! sayaka: *was dropping her off via scooter* Hyde: "Yo! There are some boxes to unpack." kyouko: ok then. Hyde: "Getting here a problem?" kyouko: i got a friend to help. sayaka: *waves* heyoo. Hyde: *waves* "Hey. I'm Hyde." -elsewhere- Poe: "...Ghastly." lana: *holding him close*..... Poe: *shivers* "Just...I've written things like this..." lana: *listening* Poe: "B-But I wrote those things so that...because I thought they _wouldn't_ happen...or that I'd be st-stronger when they could..." lana: *rubs his back* Poe: "...What if I did those things..." lana: you know you're not that kind of person, edgar... Poe: *covers his face* "Have you read what I wrote? I trapped...you and Ranpo and that doctor in my book..." lana: you have dark thoughts. but it was technically all fiction, right? ^^ Poe: "Sucking people into that fantasy...was to get Ranpo killed..." lana: .... Poe: "..." *shudders* "You don't recognize how awful death is...until you face it..." *rubs his arms* lana: ....*she hugs him* Poe: *weeping* lana: *kisses his forehead* it's ok. im here, karl is here, your sister is here, we're here, ok? Poe: *nods...shivers* -elsewhere- Kunikida: *groans...opens his eyes* "Wh-Where..." -he was back in his cell- Kunikida: *feels his head--winces* "Ow!" guard: i see you're awake now. Kunikida: "...She is..." guard:....miss minato sadly didnt survive. Kunikida: "..." guard:..... *walks away* Kunikida: "...Another...Another...Another...Anoth--" *sobs* "Another...Another..." guard: *walking down the hall* Kunikida: *lying on his back, just crying* -elsewhere- Katai: Q~Q blair: *in cat form, sleeping on his lap* Katai: *strokes Blair* T\\\T -elsewhere- Ivan: *giggles* mushitaro: well _you_ seem chipper, whats up? Ivan: "Master just keeps making his glorious plan work..." mushitaro: ah. Ivan: "Soon, his glory will bless this entire world~" -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Kenji, lift it." kenji: *liiiift* Kyoka: "Now. I will ask the question again..." guy: ._.;;; Kyoka: "Have you seen this man?" *holds up a photo of Fyodor* guy: h-he's that guy who got arrested, right? Kyoka: "Correct. Have you seen him before his arrest?" guy: i-i saw him at the cafe when he got arrested! Kyoka: "Why were you there?" guy: i-i was getting my coffee like i always do in the mornings when i go to work! Kyoka: "For whom do you work...?" *holding a blade* guy: Q-Q i-i work at an insurance firm! aya: *examines his id card* he checks out! Kyoka: "...Okay. You may go on your way..." *reads the name on the ID card* -elsewhere- Dazai: "..." ango: so you chose _here_ of all places? Dazai: "A reminder of who has been lost--and a promise not to let that happen again." *smiles* "Because I intend to end this." ango: ?? Dazai: "You and I know the Rats are behind this. Now, I've been patient with you getting the evidence..." ango:...something seems wrong....someone's been tampering with evidence. perhaps via an ability? Dazai: "??? How can you tell it's altered?" ango: call it instinct....*showing him some photos* Dazai: *looks at them* "...From a distance, nothing looks too out of the ordinary..." ango: but up close? Dazai: *holds it closer to his eyes...* -elsewhere- Tuhl: *shivers* saki: you ok? Tuhl: "Just feels chilly in here." saki: *hands him a coat* Tuhl: "Thanks..." *puts it on* "You okay with this weather?" saki: yeah....smore? Tuhl: "Please." ^^ saki: *setting it up, heating the marshmallow with a finger lighter* Tuhl: "..." *sits across from her* "Any spices to add...?" *staring at her finger* saki: tuhl, you dont add spices to a s'more. ^^; Tuhl: "Well, not even some cinnamon?" saki: hmm, well maybe a little. -elsewhere- Lucy: *puts a blanket over Atsushi* atsushi: zzzz.... =w= Lucy: "..." *sits by him on the cafe couch...rests her head on his shoulder* "..." waitress: *snaps a pic* ^^ Lucy: .\\\\. *puts a finger over her lips to say "Don't make noise, please..."* waitress: *nods* Lucy: =\\\\= *small cuddle* -elsewhere- Mephisto: "Comfy?" felisia: =u= *nuzzles* Mephisto: "I'll take that as a yes~" *pours more hot chocolate* -elsewhere- Motojiro: ^wX *he has a black eye* leo: ah! what happened? ayako: *bruised* X3= Motojiro: "A minor workplace accident FOR SCIENCE!" leo: you really should be more careful... Motojiro: owx "??? We were wearing goggles..." leo: *getting him ice* Motojiro: "Thanks, ma'am." ^wX *elbows Ayako* "Isn't that nice?" ayako: yeppers! Motojiro: *contented sigh* "So lovely...Like lemons." ayako: xwO ~?? Motojiro: "Sweet lemons...Pretty lemons..." =\\\\x leo: ? Motojiro: "She even smells like lemons..." *he's...floating...* leo: s-sir, sir! ayako: WOAH! Motojiro: "..." *opens his eyes* "...Oh! Sorry." *turns off his air-belt, landing on his feet* ayako: SUCCESS! leo: ^^; Motojiro: "So, we got the air-belt to work, I didn't lose my eye--Ayako, you're hair is still on fire." ayako: *licks her fingers and puts the flame out on her hair antennae, going out with a 'tssss'* Motojiro: *thumbs up--then blood squirts out the top of his thumb* leo: *bandages him* Motojiro: .\\\\\. leo: you really should be more careful, sir... Motojiro: "I-I guess? I mean, have to have a little danger for an experiment..." leo: but what if you died? what then? Motojiro: owx "Well...I'd get to know how the brain operates near death?" leo: ......*sigh* just look after yourself, ok? Motojiro: .\\\\\. *nod nod nod nod nod* -the next day, new years day- Black Star: ^w^ tsubaki: everyone ready? Black Star: *nod nod* Belkia: "Ready!" Higan: *fanning himself* -elsewhere- Patty: *dressing up* "Almost ready!" liz: yep! Patty: *steps out...she has makeup on* liz: oh wow, nice job! Patty: ^\\\^ "Thanks. I thought I'd get all pretty-ified..." julie: ^u^ Patty: "How you like your kimono, Jules?" julie: ^u^ *she's in a pink one with flowers on it* Patty: "So cute..." *holds up the phone to take pics* -elsewhere- Tanizaki: *adjusting his sash* fukuzawa: is everyone ready? Kyoka: "...I'm used to this attire anyway." atsushi: yep, all set. aya: mmhmm! Lucy: *blinks* "...Dazai...What are you--" Dazai: *he's wearing a ski mask* kenji: are you cold? aya: ROBBER! *kick to the balls* Dazai: .________O *collapses* Lucy: "...Well, if he was going to have kids--" atsushi + ranpo + fukuzawa: !!! *clasping their junk* yosano: oh, even _I_ felt that. Tanizaki: o_o;;; *hides behind Naomi* -elsewhere- Chuuya: "!!! ..." *smiles* sonia: hiya grandma, hi miss leo. Chuuya: *waves* -elsewhere mushitaro: that Q-ball kid braided the medic's hair.... ^u^# looking at it pisses me off. Ivan: "Then un-braid it." mushitaro: ooooor~ *holding scissors* mushishishishi~<3 Ivan: "...Doooooo iiiiiiiit..." mushitaro: *sneaks over to her room*..... *grinch grin* zoey: *resting* mushitaro: *griiiiins* -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Hee hee...So pretty." mana: .///. um..t-thanks... Shotaro: "??? Hmm?" *turns back, holding rock candy* "Oh, Mana. Didn't see you there." *holds one stick out* mana: ...... -_-; Emine: *smirk* nea: the festival is really kicking off, eh? Shinoda: "Indeed. Comfortable?" nea: mmhmm~ ^^ Yohei: "Liking the cold's got to help with that..." *holds Toru* Assi: *munching on tako* mono: 737 ..... Assi: "??? Want some?" mono:..*nom* =n= *kimono flip* mono: h-HEY!! Emine: "Bad deed complete..." Assi: .\\\\. mono: I'LL KILL YOU! D8< -elsewhere- Rin: "Madoka!" *waving* madoka: *hug* Rin: ^\\\^ "Glad to see you..." tatsuya: hey rin! Rin: "Hey, Big Guy!" *holds up his hand for a high-five* -high five- tatsuya: ^^ Rin: "So, what you two up for? I really want to play the fish game." tatsuya: that sounds awesome! Rin: "Let's go then!" ^W^ -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *smiles* "It looks good." kim: yep. Jacqueline: "..." *brushes her hand* kim: *holds her hand* ^///^ Jacqueline: ^\\\^ *small squeeze* "L-Let's walk..." -elsewhere- Arthur: *nom nom nom nom nom* tamaki: ^u^ Arthur: "Tasty, right?" *hands a napkin* tamaki: yeah! Arthur: "..." *smiles* "That's good news..." -elsewhere- Kishiri: "Lookin' good~" vivian: hehe, why thank you~ huang: *glaaaare* Kishiri: owo;;;; *keeps an arm's length away from Vivian* -elsewhere- Kid: "Another anpan?" stocking: yes please! Kid: *unwraps it, offers it to her* stocking: *nom* <3 Kid: *smiles...* "You look happy..." stocking: i am~ ^^ Kid: *smiles...brushes her hand* stocking: ^^ Kid: "...Let's make this a good year..." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "..." *looks at the lanterns* hirotsu: a lovely sight. Akutagawa: "Yes..." *taps one lantern* "...It's light." higuchi: it sure is. Akutagawa: "...Did you go to these festivals often?" higuchi: yeah. Akutagawa: "With your sister?" higuchi: *she nods* Akutagawa: "...We didn't." higuchi:...*pap pap* Akutagawa: "..." *nods* "...Can you make this time good for her?" higuchi: i will. -elsewhere- Izuku: "Looks cute." ^\\\^ tsuyu: thanks. ^^ Izuku: "...Y-Your family seems to be having fun!" -elsewhere- Akitaru: "...I had a problem finding a kimono in my size." miwa: ^^; Takehisa: "At least it covers you--and we are all grateful for that. -_- Hibana: "Still surprised they let gorillas into the festival--" Akitaru: -_-### Karim: *rolls his eyes* pearl: ^^; Konro: *sets down the tray of drinks* "Here you are." shinra: thanks for inviting us. ^^ fang-hua: glad to be back, sir. Benimaru: "Good to have you back, Fang-Hua." Tsukiyo: "And me~?" Benimaru: "..." Tsukiyo: D:< kirei: ^^; glad to see you're back as well, miss usada. Tsukiyo: *bows* "Thank you." TWT -elsewhere- Sakuya: *sneezes* naho: are you cold? Sakuya: "A little..." naho: *huuug* Sakuya: "..." *pat pat* ^^ -elsewhere- Black Star: *nom nom nom nom nom--* tsubaki: ^^; mahiru: hey guys! Kuro: *carrying snacks...that he is eating* "Hmmm thmmm." ("Hey, there.") tsubaki: enjoying the festival? Kuro: "Yes--but the walking is tiresome." -_- mahiru: -_-; what _isnt_ tiresome for you... Kuro: "Sleep..." tsubaki + mahiru: *sweatdrop* Black Star: *grabs a bit of Kuro's cotton candy--* *GRAB* Kuro: *death glare* "Bad move..." Black Star: "..." *death glare returned* tsubaki + mahiru: *sweatdrop x2* -elsewhere- Bakugo: "--and the damn thing won't change no matter how many times I wash it!" *his hair is still styled* itsuka: ._.; Bakugo: "I might as well just shave it--BUT I CAN'T FIND A BLADE TO CUT THROUGH IT." -elsewhere- Victor: "...This is fun, right?" nozomi:...i-i guess... Victor: "...You like rides?" nozomi:...y-yeah... Victor: "How 'bout that one?" *it's a caterpillar kiddie ride* nozomi:..... tamaki: i'll even ride with you. nozomi:...o-ok... Victor: ^w^ "Three tickets, please--" -elsewhere- Shima: ^\\\w\\\^ "So many cuties..." izumo: *side punch* shameless! Shima: "Ow! Oh, what, you think I'm the only person who appreciates fine human form with stylish outfits?" izumo: shush. konekomaru: come on guys, lets try to get along. ^^; Shima: >3> Bon: *eyeroll* "Come on, Konekomaru--let's go for the games, leave the lovebirds alone." izumo: w-what?! D8< Shima: "It's not like that!" ):< konekomaru: take care you two. ^^; Bon: *waves* Shima: >3< izumo: *grumble* just great... Shima: "...Want a soda?" izumo:...fine. -elsewhere- Kyoka: *holding binoculars* kenji: *nom nom nom* Kyoka: *sighs* "Nothing..." *picks off one of Kenji's tako* kenji: did you want one too? Kyoka: *nods* kenji: here! *hands her some* ^^ Kyoka: "...Thank you." *nom* nankichii: um...h-hi... gon: *fox chitter* Kyoka: *waves* "Hello, Kenji's friend." kenji: hey kankichii! are you here with the others from your place? nankichii: y-yeah.... ???: nanki, these your friends? Kyoka: *stares* man: hi, im Eiji Yoshikawa. i work at salamander publishing too. nice to meet ya. ^^ Kyoka: "Hello. Are you an editor?" eiji: *he nods* i also write a few samurai stories in my spare time. ^^ Kyoka: "...Do you need someone to model for painted covers of your books?" -elsewhere- Katai: *holding his futon...which is also dressed in a kimono* aya:....i have no words for this. Katai: "I-I just wanted to match..." Q~Q higuchi:... D8 YOU! Katai: Q______Q "Oh shit..." *hides behind Aya* aya: oh, its your ex and her girlfriend. Katai: Q_____Q "Sh-She's not my ex--she wasn't into me..." -elsewhere- Yumi: "How are you feeling?" lord death: content~ ^u^ Yumi: "Good." *smiles* "Because you still have to read your opening remarks..." lord death: right. Benimaru: "Death? This way..." *hands him the microphone* lord death: alrighty then! -elsewhere- Aizawa: "...Having fun?" yuuji:...i guess so. Aizawa: "Hmm." *nods* *points to a building* "Go for a tour in the game house?" yuuji: um, sure. Aizawa: "I wonder if it's a haunted house, or..." -elsewhere- Burns: "...This seems like a waste of time--" foien: well, the others seem to be enjoying themselves. Onyango: "Indeed..." *sampling the ramen* ruby: yeah, let loose once in a while! >3< Burns: "...What would you suggest?" ruby: face painting! >u< Burns: "...Wha?" x_o; ruby: *pushing him along* Burns: "...This will not end well..." Onyango: *small smile* -elsewhere- Shamrock: "..." himawari: are you alright? Shamrock: "Just...reflecting." *stares at the water* himawari:....*small chuckle* Shamrock: "..." Xw^ "Just thinking about...the next steps." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *holds up Sonia* "Can you see now?" sonia: yeah. Chuuya: *smiles* -elsewhere- Stein: "..." *lights up* nygus: figured i'd find you here. Stein: "You found me. What's up?" nygus: havent gone on your mission yet, huh? Stein: "No...Delay after delay after invasion after delay." nygus: ah. Stein: "I'll be leaving after the New Year--unless more delays." -elsewhere- Gopher: =w= kirika:.....*awkward lean* Gopher: o\\\\\o "...Is this reality?" kirika: *pinches his cheek* easy there, goph, dont have a heart attack on me. 7///7; Gopher: "Ouchie!" ^\\\\^ "O-Okay...Is-Is this comfortable?" kirika:...i guess. sorry, affection aint one of my strong suits. 737; Gopher: "It's fine...No one's perfect...Not even someone perfect." *smiles* kirika: =///,///=; Gopher: "If that...you know, makes sense..." *looks into her eye, smiles* kirika:...t-thanks. =///=; -elsewhere- Vulcan: *holding dozens of animal plushies* lisa:....*small smile* Vulcan: ^^; "Guess I got overly enthusiastic..." *spots some children* "Maybe they'd like the ones you don't want?" lisa:.....i-i guess.....um....h-hey...? Child #1: "??? Yes, ma'am?" kurome: ?? lisa: here, you can have these. Vulcan: ^^ Child #1: o___o "Wow..." kurome: thanks lady! papa, look! "Kurome's Father": "That's adorable." ^^ Vulcan: "..." *whispers to Lisa* "Jeez, that guy's voice is deep..." yu: ^^; "Kurome's Father": "Did you thank the nice lady?" kurome: *nod nod* "Kurome's Father": "That's good. Let's keep looking around..." -elsewhere- Mikuni: *has set up a booth for the shop* "Can I interest you in one of our curios?" lana:...?? edgar? Poe: *death glare* "No jury in the world would convict me..." Mikuni: *looks around--spots Lana* "And what can I do for this happy coup--" *sees Poe* OWO;;;; lana:.... ^^; should i give you two some space? ^^;; Mikuni: D: "Don't leave me alone with him!" Poe: "Yes, please give us some space~ I'll need no witnesses." *slasher grin* Mikuni: O_________O "JEJE! SAVE ME!" Jeje: "No." Mikuni: "YOU TRAITOR!" Poe: *leans forward, still smiling* "...How much for the volume of love poems~?" Mikuni: "FREE! JUST TAKE IT!" *throws the book at Poe* Poe: *one-hand catch* ^^ "Thank you." *offers it to Lana* lana: ^^; aww. *smooch on the cheek* Poe: ^\\\\^ Mikuni: *crouching in the corner* Jeje: *draws -_- on his brown paper bag* -elsewhere- Meme: *rings a bell* mio: *making her wish* ao: *in her miko garb* thank you for your patronage. Meme: *nods, smiles* "Tsugumi, you're next!" tsugumi: *making her wish* Anya: "..." ao: what will you wish for? Anya: "...Just keep it simple, I guess." -elsewhere- Steinbeck: *sips his tea* oscar: how's it going in here, johnny boy? Steinbeck: "Quiet..." oscar: ah....missing your family? Steinbeck: "A bit...I wrote again." oscar: i see. something on your mind, hun? Steinbeck: "...I don't know. Just feeling listless, like I'm waiting..." oscar: still shook up about the twain incident? Steinbeck: *spits up his tea* *cough hack cough* oscar: ohoho, its alright. i wont judge~<3 Steinbeck: "J-Just, no, okay? I don't even..." oscar: johnny boy, its alright. if things did happen, how would you feel about it? Steinbeck: "I-I don't even know that I said it could happen..." oscar: hmm... twain: *peeek* you still mad? Steinbeck: *throws tea cup at him* twain: *dodge* no hard feelings, buddy! *runs* Steinbeck: >~< oscar: *pap pap* -elsewhere- Kid: *smiles* stocking: to the new year. Kid: "To the next year." *clinks glasses* -elsewhere- atsushi:.... Odasaku: (How you hanging in there?) atsushi: alright, for what it's worth. Odasaku: (...Worried about something?) atsushi: *lays on his back* just everything that's been going on, i guess.... Odasaku: (Such as Kunikida?) atsushi:.....yeah... Odasaku: (...Have they let you visit?) atsushi: *shakes his head* Odasaku: (...Have they scheduled a trial?) atsushi: it's still under investigation. Odasaku: (...And Dazai looks depressed by it all...) atsushi:....should i talk to him? Odasaku: (Please?) atsushi:...ok....*knock* dazai? Dazai: "Hmm?" *opens the door* "Oh, hey! You're back?" atsushi: you ok? Dazai: "Eh, alright. You?" atsushi:.....*awkward hug* thought you needed that. Dazai: "..." *pat pat* "Yeah. Thanks..." atsushi: here's hoping next year gets better.... Dazai: "...No kidding...For us all." -beginning of Y6-

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