I think this post by @aurorabyler has clarified at least one reason why the Mike Monologue felt so weird to me. I’d have to see an edit with this done to be sure, but I genuinely think that the monologue would have felt almost totally acceptable if it had focused on flashbacks instead of on his face. It feels like we shouldn’t be seeing him say this stuff. It feels like they should be montaging some good memories, and there are plenty they could pull out, but they just don’t! It’s almost entirely Mike’s terrified face intercut with El, Will, and Jonathan's equally terrified faces. Instead of feeling lovely and big and important, it feels like everyone is waiting in a panic to see if it’ll work. It doesn’t feel like a love confession. It feels like trying a key in a lock when you don’t know if it’ll fit or not.

The queen of Lebanon - Part 5 – The day I killed what you love

Summary: Your father died years ago, all men in the business believed you are too weak to take over his Empire – they were wrong. Anyone trying to get into your hair will feel your wrath. What happens when a cocky mobster tries not only to steal your empire but your heart too?

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Mobster!Reader, Cole Trenton, Dick Roman, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, ‘the family business’, love-hate relationship, age gap (reader is 28; Dean 32), tension, flirty/cocky Dean, mentions of characters death, language, a burial, sadness, threats

The queen of Lebanon Masterlist

Now…

Shrieking you hear the shotgun hit the door of the wardrobe again, destroying it completely. You can’t see Dick any longer, as he destroyed one of the cameras, but you can hear him over the hidden loudspeakers.

He’s yelling orders, telling his men to get a grenade launcher or something similar to get the door open. You can hear the coldness in his voice and start to shiver.

“Shit, Y/N. Do you think that door will withstand an impact like that?” Dean glances at the other monitors, clenching his jaw as he must watch Dick’s men destroy your house. “I’m going to rip them apart…your house.”

“Winchester, shut up and let me think, okay.” Taking deep breaths you look around the room, trying to remember what your father told you about the ‘panic room’.

“I got it. In the right closet are guns, bulletproof vests, and ammunition. Get the bag under the bed and put the ammo in. We will need to be prepared for the worst.”

Dean smirks, loving the way you order him around while you are in a life-threatening situation.

“Sweetheart, you can order me around anytime, but for now…let me take the lead. That man is a monster and I don’t want him to hurt you.”

Glaring at Dean you fist his jacket, bringing him close to your face. “I’m not a child, nor a damsel in distress, Dean. I killed people before, and I’ll do it till my last breath. I don’t need your macho attitude right now. Be useful and do as I say while I try to reach my men…”

Another impact hits the door, this time with a loud bang and you flinch, fisting Dean’s jacket harder.

“We better hurry, Y/N. I hate to say it, but those assholes might be able to get in here.”

“Then I’ll go down in a blaze of glory, Dean.” Smirking Dean nods, pecking your lips and you freeze before you press your lips to his. “If we make it out here, I’ll fuck the life out of you for one night…”

“Damn…” Dean rushes toward the wardrobe, checking on the guns and vests while you try to find a functional phone in the room. “I will remind you of what you said. You, me and my bedroom the whole night.”

“Yeah, dream on Winchester. I bet you can’t even give me a good time, cocky bastard…”

“I…” Flinching Dean hears another impact hit the concrete wall and your eyes widen as the pictures fall off the walls. “We better hurry and get into those vests. I want you to stay behind me when they come in…”

“Dean, I’m capable of…” Dean presses his palm to your mouth, pushing you against the wall as his features darken.

“Listen and listen carefully, Sweetheart. I’m in this business since I’m fourteen years old. I killed the first man at the age of sixteen thanks to my obsessed father. I know how to kill, and how to survive. For once in our relationship, do as I say…please…” 

Searching Dean’s face, you nod, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I can’t promise you we will get out of here alive, but I promise to protect you…”

“Dean…I’m scared…” Whimpering you hear something heavy hit the door and you fist Dean’s jacket. “If they get hold of us…”

“They won’t, Y/N. I die before I will allow them to touch you…”

---- 

Six years ago, one day till the burial…

“Y/N, I can’t apologize enough for not coming here sooner. I just heard about my good friends, your father’s death and want to offer my help.” Crowley offers his hand and you reluctantly shake it.

“Mr. Macleod, it’s an honor to finally met the man behind the name…” Giving the man you assume to be your parent’s murderer a fake smile you point toward a chair. “Please, have a seat.”

“I will be completely honest with you; I think you will appreciate it. I didn’t kill your parents, Y/N. While I had some trouble with your father lately, even tho we were, as I would call it, friends, I didn’t have a reason to kill him. To be honest…without your father in town, the business will go downhill for a while.”

Crowley’s words make your gaps. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined he would tell you so.

“And I shall believe you?” Voice trembling you shove the folder with the pictures of your dead parents toward Crowley, and he hisses at the sight of Jody.

“I know you do not have a reason to believe me, girl but I can tell, I liked Jody…a lot.” Smirking Crowley looks at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“We had a date, but your daddy was faster and stole her heart. That was the moment we became friends, as I forced him to promise me to take good care of Jody.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in mom…” Gripping the leans of your chair tightly you search Crowley’s face. “I still don’t have a proof it wasn’t you…”

“You’ve got a point there, Y/N. I was out of town, business two states away, still, I could’ve sent someone to do it.” Pointing at the pictures of Jody he shakes his head.

“Even if I wanted your father dead, I would’ve never laid hand on Jody. Whoever did this, wanted to send a message to me and everyone else. There is a codex among us mobsters in Lebanon and surroundings…”

“Codex?” Crowley’s words catch your attention, so you lean forward to listen to his explanation.

“Since your mothers and John Winchester’s wife’s death, we all agreed to keep our families out of business, except they are part of the business. Jody was never involved. No one in town would’ve dared to touch her.” Wide-eyed you look at Crowley, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“What do you mean with my mother’s death? This was an accident, right?” Shaking his head Crowley sighs heavily at the memory of Bobby asking him to avenge his dead family.

“Your father, he had problems with someone back then and for sure your mothers’ death wasn’t an accident. It was on purpose to make sure your father gives in.” Your throat tightens and you start to pant heavily.

“Let me get this straight… Someone killed my mother and Michael? All those years…” Sniffling you throw the picture of your father against the wall. “He lied to me. How could he lie to me?”

“Y/N, please calm. Bobby did what he believed was the best to protect you. Jody helped him back then, that was when he fell in love with her. I know for sure your father avenged your mother’s death.” 

Glancing up at you Crowley gives you a file he hid since your mother’s death. “In this file, you will find the name of your mothers’ murderer. Please be aware, the death is avenged, so don’t do anything stupid now.”

With shaking fingers, you look at the pictures, the files and then you read the name of your family's murderer and your blood runs cold.

“John Winchester…?”

“As I said, Y/N. Bobby avenged your mother’s death. He was the one killing Mary and John’s bastard son, Adam. He took a wife for a wife and a son for a son…”

Crowley gets up to hand you his number. “Call me anytime you need help, Y/N. I know this is all too much right now, but don’t kill John Winchester. He paid for his sins…”

Turning to leave Crowley reaches for the door handle as he hears you calling his name.

“Crowley…”

“Yes, my dear? Anything else you need to know?”

“Why did he kill Adam, not Dean?” Blinking a few times Crowley smirks. 

“It hit John harder as he kept him out of business, you know. He dragged Dean and Sam into business but Adam, he was his good boy, the one he took to baseball games and stuff…” 

“You mean he wanted a normal life with that son and used his others to run the business. A-parenting for sure.” Laughing you glance at the number in your hands. “One day, I’ll kill John Winchester…”

“I know, my dear. Give me a call if you ever need help…”

“I will…and thank you…”

----

Now…

“If we die, you should know I killed your father.” Blurring out the truth you feel Dean press you against the wall a moment later. He doesn’t do anything, just looks you in the eyes before he smirks. 

“I know, Sweetheart. Did you believe I didn’t know it was you, Baby? I loved my father, selfish bastard or not, he was my blood.”

“I know that feeling…”

“But…” Panting against you, Dean presses his body against yours as another impact hits the wall with a loud thud and you hide your face into his neck. “I know he killed Michael and your mom, Y/N. I found everything out…”

“You never said a word…”

“No one knows except for me and Sammy. This is a secret we will take to the grave. Anything else you want to confess before Dick comes in here?” Laughing you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. 

“I thought the biggest dick is in here with me…”

“You’ve got no clue how big my dick is but for now let’s focus on killing those assholes and getting out of here alive. I got to show you a thing or two tonight…”

A cocky grin plastered all over his face Dean pecks your cheek, pointing toward the monitor. “I guess times up. They got a grenade launcher…”

“Son of a bitch, Dick! Who shall clean my house after that?” Cursing you grab one of the bulletproof vests, a shirt, and pants. “We need to kill those bastards for making my house look like a battlefield, Winchester.”

“I’ll do anything to fuck you later…” Smirking Dean grabs a vest too, glancing at the monitor as Dick walks around your office, tossing papers and the pictures of your family to the floor. “Asshole…”

“Finally you admit you are an ass…” Chuckling you grab a handgun, a knife and one of the shotguns. “Loaded and unlocked, Dean…” Dean leans closer, to cup your face with one large palm before he presses his lips to yours.

“I always loved you, Y/N. If we die, we do this together…”

“Great motivation speech, Winchester. Now I’m drier than a desert.” Wiggling your eyebrows, you flinch as the first grenade hits the door, making the metal creaking. “I’m afraid the door won’t withstand much longer…”

----

Six years ago, the day of the burial…

“Please tell me if you need anything…” Coles offers his arm and you take it silently. Holding tight onto your adopted brother, your closest friend you walk toward the coffin, not missing the way Dean looks you all over.

There’s anger pumping through your veins as John Winchester dared to attend the burial too. 

“One day…Winchester…”

“Y/N, not here, not now. We need to make sure we do this when no one expects us to strike. Now take your time and mourn your loss.”

Cole leads you toward the coffin of your father and you take a deep breath before you look at your father one last time.

“Whoever did this, they won’t get away with this. If it was John Winchester, he will suffer even more.” Your voice is hoarse, but you keep your tears at bay. No one will see you week today or any other day. “I’ll take over your business, daddy…”

Kissing your father’s forehead, you hide two pictures in his hands. One with your family before the accident, the other with Jody, the last you took of all of you.

“Goodbye, daddy. I’ll make sure everyone knows my name soon…”

While Cole leads you toward Jody’s coffin other people walk toward your father to say goodbye.

Sucking in a breath you must watch John Winchester stand right next to you, offering his hand and you need all your strength to not take your gun out and shoot him.

“My condolences, Y/N. Please tell me if you ever need anything.” John rumbles and you want to laugh at his words.

“That’s generous, Mr. Winchester but I don’t think I’ll need your help, like ever.” Eyes cold, just like your voice you do not show any emotion. “I think our families never were on good terms, never…”

Turning to leave you meet Dean’s eyes and he gives you a cracked smile as he feels his father’s eyes darken. 

“Y/N…” Dean tries to talk to you, but you pass him by without paying attention to him. “Please…”

“Son…” John warns, and Dean falls silent. Even after John gave up his position as the head of the family Dean feels like he must follow his father’s orders. “Leave her be for now.”

“Yes, Sir.” Snarling the words through gritted teeth Dean glares at his father. “I guess she would’ve been useful to you after all. If you would’ve let me marry her…” Smirking Dean walks toward Bobby. “You could have taken over here fathers' empire…”

----

Now…

The door creaks as you hear the men ram something heavy against it. “Battering ram…” Dean whispers as he aims the shotgun toward the door. “Stay behind me, no matter what.”

“Gosh, Winchester, you can be so demanding.” Placing your hand onto his shoulder you kiss his neck softly. “If we don’t make it out of here, you should know I never had sex with Sammy.”

“You lied?” Cocky a brow Dean smirks as you squeeze his shoulder. “Knew you are not into Sammy’s dick.”

“Is this a dick party or can we stop talking about Dick now?” Laughing Dean raises his fist as the house is suddenly silent. 

“What?” Gasping you hear gunshots echo through the house. Glancing at the monitors you smirk. Sam is storming into the house, followed by Jimmy and your men.

“Sammy saves the day, huh?” Dean points at the camera, watching Cole and Gadreel walk behind the others. “Cole is indestructible, I guess…”

“He is, Winchester…” Sniffling you hear Dick yell orders. He’s glancing at one of the cameras, giving you a wink.

“What a pity, Y/N I didn’t have the chance to meet you in person. We will another time, for now, this is goodbye. Oh, did you like my surprise back then? I thought it’s nice if you find your mother first…”

Grinning from ear to ear Dick rushes out of the house, trying to dodge any bullet fired into his direction.

You are frozen to the spot. With shaking fingers your try to secure your gun but Dean needs to help you. He takes the shotgun out of your hands before he wraps his arms around you.

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart…”

“I…I killed your father believing it was him killing Jody and dad…”

“I know, for now let’s get the fuck out of here and I’ll bring you to my house…” Dumbfounded you look up at Dean. “Why?”

“You said that you will fuck me the whole night so…that’s that…” Blinking a few times you try to process all information, but your brain has problems recognizing the door gets unlocked and Cole steps in.

“We need to get away from here. Artemis has fallen…” Cole orders and you nod, pointing at Dean. “You sure?”

“He wanted to protect me, Cole. That man, Dick, he killed Jody and my father. Can you get my emergency kit and bring it to Dean’s house? I guess whole Lebanon will burn if we do not stop that dick…”

“Dick?” Laughing Cole looks at Dean who glares at him. “She means Dick Roman, Trenton. Now move and bring her shit to my house. I’ll take care of Y/N. Where have you all been?”

“I was busy with not bleeding out, while Jimmy and Gabriel guard me as ordered. Gadreel and Arthur wanted to get guns and stuff. The others guarded the house and are dead, Winchester…”

----

Following Dean and the others out of your house, the pictures of your parents in your arms you take deep breaths as you can see Gordon and Rufus lie on the ground. A bullet to their head ended their lives.

“We lost five more men, boss. Arthur and Kevin or on their way to Ares.” Cole explains as Dean looks at you, dumbfounded.

“Codewords for my houses, Winchester. I have a thing for Greek mythology, you know. Artemis, Goddess of hunt. Ares, God of war…” Smirking you lean closer so Cole can’t hear your words. “I got a hideout called Aphrodite too…Goddess of Love…”

Walking toward Sam who opens the door to your SUV you take deep breaths to calm your nerves. “Sam, thanks for the rescue, my friend.”

“Anytime, Y/N. Did my brother annoy you or was he civil?”

“We will see that Sammy…we will see…”

----

“So…Ares is your next destination?” Dean’s brings you out of your thoughts, laughing as you rub your tired eyes.

“Yeah. We should talk about Dick and stuff first but then I’ll leave…”

“No, no…Sweetheart…” Bringing you onto his lap Dean smirks. “I will have my night first. You once said that you always keep your words so…you, me and my bed the whole night…”

The queen of Lebanon

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Zeke Yeager Alphabet Fluff

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Zeke is a simple man who likes doing simple things. He isn't one to go out, he prefers home dates. His favorite thing to do with you is probably have some evening tea/wine and talk for hours. You two have the best discussions about history, stories, experiences, etc.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires how bold you are, how you "call it as you see 'em" and also your curiosity. Which is why you two get along well. Look wise, he loves that ass.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

The first time he went through you having a rough day he offered you a cigarette. Zeke isn't the greatest at comforting people so he had a lot to learn. Once he got the hang of it, he would sit you down, helping you to catch your breath and ask you what is going on. He'd pour you a glass of wine and plop your feet on his lap while listening to you express yourself.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Zeke knows that there won't be much of a future with his circumstances, so he tries not to think of the future and just enjoy the present. He reminds you that it would make him happy if you'd move on once he's gone, "just don’t replace me too quickly" he says sarcastically. But Zeke makes sure that you are set up for success and happiness closer to his term being up.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Honestly, you two are equal. Your relationship is unique from others and you're the only person Zeke doesn't feel the need to dominate/step over. Your relationship is mellow and there is mutual respect, although, he definitely does like being dominant in bed.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Zeke is quick to forgive you but fights have never been that bad. He always agrees to disagree so you guys don't waste your precious time negatively.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Zeke is definitely grateful. It honestly surprises him how devoted you are to him even after he's gone for long periods of time. He's grateful for your love and greatly appreciates you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Zeke is a man full of secrets. He doesn't lie to you but he does keep things from you. Only with the best intentions though. It's usually about war related stuff, like his ulterior motives, scheming against their government and all that good stuff. He doesn't see a reason for you to know all that, he wants to keep up his somewhat good image he thinks you have of him even though you know Zeke is a man of many flaws.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes, definitely. Zeke is still the same man but he has a little more empathy towards certain situations. You never forced him to change but after being around you for so long, your gentle heart rubbed off on him. You sometimes pop in his head when he's about to make drastic decisions.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Zeke doesn't really get too jealous, he knows you could leave him if you really wanted to, so he has a lot of trust. But he doesn't appreciate other men "disrespecting" his relationship and would pull them aside, threatening/smart talking to them when you're not paying attention.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is hands down the best kisser. Your first kiss together was steamy and he really went for it. Zeke isn't a shy man. He knew the attraction was mutual so he went for that kiss with total confidence.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He wouldn’t actually, you’d have to initiate that. Zeke doesn’t see the point in starting a relationship due to his future and his priorities. When he developed feelings of love for you it was a very confusing time for him and it took a lot of convincing and reassurance. So his confession would come after yours.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Honestly marriage wasn't even an option for obvious reasons. You both knew it and so it was never brought up. Regardless, you both were content and didn't need "marriage" as a way to be closer.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Zeke gets creative with his pet names for you. He is always switching it up depending on your mood,situation, inside jokes. If you're on the cranky side he'd call you something like "Ms sassy" "cranky kitty" "mad woman" or just something to annoy you and he loves it. But if he's being more endearing, probably "love" "darling”

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Zeke is good at hiding it, not on purpose or because he wants to, but he really loves you more than you know. Of course he tells you, but it's the little things that you don't know, like how his heart flutters when he's about to walk in the door to see you, or how after a long/rough mission, he fantasizes about making love to you and holding you. He doesn't talk about you much to his comrades because he sees it as it not being any of their business. He won't try to hide you though if you guys bump into someone he knows.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Zeke will show an appropriate amount of PDA in public only if it’s the two of you. When others tag along or if you two are around people Zeke knows then he is more discrete. Not because he is embarrassed but just because he can get a little conservative.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

His charm. Zeke could talk his way out of any situation and convince you that you're not actually mad, you're just hungry or tired. He's very slick with his words and will also use those words of his to get you flustered.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Zeke can sometimes be cliché. He will bring you the usual flowers or chocolates randomly but on special occasions he likes to get creative. You would rave about wanting to see the airships, or go somewhere you're not supposed to and Zeke will make it happen. You guys never get caught or in trouble since he has his perks but normally, he'd never do something like that for anyone since he's technically not allowed.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He's definitely supportive and would do anything to help you achieve your goals/dreams. He would totally be the type to "get the ball rolling" for you and create an opportunity for you without you knowing and be like "Oh wow what a coincidence, must be a sign, you should go for it"

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

You guys are pretty routine with your relationship but you both don't mind it. He likes to surprise you here and there but usually you guys are content with the usual.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Zeke is 100% understanding and believes you wouldn't do anything big without reasoning. He understands your way of thinking and that you also always have good intentions. He's not a perfect man and knows that, so he doesn't expect you to be perfect either. If you make a mistake or say something you don't mean, he brushes it off and tells you not to worry about it.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

In all honestly, your relationship comes second and his duties as the beast titan comes first, which you both mutually agree. Doesn't mean you're less important, he just has to take care of his duties first before he can take care of you.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

If you fall asleep before Zeke does, he'll pull up a chair, open the bedroom window and smoke a cigarette while admiring your sleeping figure. He'll pay close attention to details; your random twitches, how short your breaths are, wonders what you're dreaming of, and thinks about what he even did to deserve your love.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

At first Zeke wasn't very affectionate. He didn't get much physical affection growing up so he never went out of his was to give it to you, but he never rejected your affection towards him. Zeke didn't mind and actually likes when you get a little clingy and eventually had a better understanding on how to give you proper affection.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

Zeke kinda pushes you out of his head. He doesn't want it to distract him from his duties. The times that you do pop in his head are when he has a little time to himself during a mission or when he’s done something cold, “Would (y/n) still love me after this.”

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

It depends. He is willing to go through great lengths to make you happy and keep you safe but his biggest fear is being in a situation where he has to pick your well being over his life goal (for example him having to choose saving you vs proceeding with a mission during a war break out) he gets nightmares about it and avoids that situation at all cost.

Princess of Shadow Chapter 3

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Bilba bent forward in the chair and wrapped her arms around torso. She struggled to breathe, air wheezing down a constricted throat. Her chest heaved with effort and black spots hovered in her vision.

Maybe, maybe she'd just misread it. She didn't read all that well. Her grandfather had only allowed her to learn the basics, just enough to be able to read his nightly missives on her daily missteps so she could give an accounting the next day on how she planned to improve.

Princess had no need for reading. It would cause her to squint, according to her grandfather, and create wrinkles. Or so her grandfather had said after Sigrid had gifted her a copy of her favorite book for her birthday one year.

When Sigrid has asked how she'd liked it Bilba had been forced to lie and tell her she didn't enjoy reading. It was a falsehood she deeply regretted, but the thought of admitting the truth had been simply too humiliating.

She ran her eyes over the note a second time, and then a third but it stubbornly refused to say anything other than what it had the first time she'd read it.

She dug her fingers into her arms and sagged further. Her consciousness wavered, threatening to desert her as readily as her grandfather had.

Boots sounded on the flagstone, and then someone knelt next to her chair.

"Your Highness!" Hands covered hers and a firm voice rose over the throb of her own blood in her ears. "Listen to me, Your Highness. Close your eyes."

The voice was familiar but, in her panic, she couldn't place it. Bilba squeezed her eyes shut and nodded shakily. "Okay."

"Good." The hands tightened on hers in reassurance. "Now focus on my voice, all right? Just breathe."

Bilba struggled to obey. Ever so slowly her pulse began to slow, and her breathing eased. Shivers still racked her body, and her muscles were wound tight, but she felt less like she was about to pass out.

She opened her eyes and felt them widen as she recognized the hobbit kneeling in front of her. "Lord Berold?"

He flashed a brilliant smile and Bilba's heart gave a small jolt. Lord Berold was close in age to her, with curly, sandy brown hair and a trim figure. Most of the young women of the nobility, and a few of the older ones, were infatuated with him.

Bilba could admit she was not immune. Lord Berold was one of her favorites to watch at the many balls her grandfather was so fond of throwing. She was rarely allowed to dance, and then only with those approved by her grandfather. She spent most of her time observing the ball as it moved around the small dais she was required to stand on like a living decoration adorning the ballroom.  

Lord Berold was forever surrounded by eligible women and their hopeful mothers. He was charming, charismatic, and willing to dance with even the most bashful wallflower. Bilba would often spend her time fantasizing about joining the swirl of brightly colored fabrics on the dance floor, partnered with Lord Berold instead of whichever of her grandfather's friends currently had his favor.

She knew better than to think it would ever be more than fantasy though. The nobility might love him, but her grandfather and the rest of his councilors had very little use for Lord Berold. He'd inherited his seat after his father's unexpected passing, making him the youngest on the council by more than twenty years.  

Bilba had heard him speaking once about how he had a lot to learn and was content to simply sit and soak in the experience and knowledge of those older than him.

"Inheriting a seat is one thing," she remembered him saying. "Earning it is another."

Bilba forced herself to offer back a weak smile. "What are you doing here?" He might be the least of her grandfather's councilors, but he came from a wealthy family with plenty of outside contacts and resources. Her grandfather would have certainly allowed him along if only to make use of those assets.

"Ingram," he insisted absently. He let out a huff and shot an annoyed look at the paper she held in her hand. "I'd hoped to get here before you found that silly thing. My apologies."

"Did my grandfather change his mind?" Bilba asked, the tiniest bit of hope flaring to life. "Is that why you're still here?"

"Not exactly." Lord Bero -- Ingram, stood up to retrieve a chair. He sat down, so close his knees were almost in contact with her dress, leaned forward and clasped her hands in his once again. "Your grandfather decided it best if I stayed behind to help hold the mountain as long as possible."

It was a very kind way of saying her grandfather had decided she wasn't competent enough to be trusted with such an important task. "It's imperative they escape," she agreed softly. "What good is saving the mountain if her king isn't there to rule it?"

The words were almost verbatim what her grandfather had been spouting at every opportunity since the siege had begun. In retrospect, Bilba realized she really should have seen all this coming.

"So you're going to help me stave off the barbarian hordes?" she asked, the slightest hint of teasing in her voice. Just knowing she no longer had to face it all alone felt like a massive weight had fallen off her shoulders.

"That I am, and more." Ingram sat back in his chair and clapped his hands on his legs.

"More?" Bilba asked in confusion. "What more is there?"

They were surrounded, rapidly running out of food and now her grandfather and the leadership of Erebor were gone. It certainly seemed that the only option left to her was how soon she'd surrender and in what manner.

"Your grandfather expects us to hold off the dwarves until he can get well enough away, and then surrender," Ingram explained. He leaned forward again, and his voice dropped and grew more intense. "But what if we did more? What if we turned the tide entirely?"

Bilba blinked in surprise. "Turned the tide?" she repeated blankly. "How?"

"Simple," Ingram said with conviction. "We lure the Durins in with the promise of surrender, and then take them hostage. The dwarves want their precious king back, they'll agree to our terms."

Bilba was certain he'd lost his mind. "I don't think that will work," she said finally, slowly. "Durin isn't going to just march into a trap."

"Perhaps not Thorin," Ingram agreed with a light shrug of his shoulders. "But who's to say he won't send his nephew or his brother? They'd work just as well."

Bilba hadn't known what the Durin heir's name was, or that he had kin. She suppressed a shiver at the thought of having to face any of them. She'd seen the rows of dead and injured hobbits being brought back into the mountain. The Durins had no more mercy or compassion than their ancestor.  

"We'll offer a truce, ask them to pull back so we can meet in a neutral spot for peace talks," Ingram continued. "Once they get near enough to us, and far enough from their own soldiers, we'll having archers hiding behind the gates reveal themselves and take them into custody."

Bilba frowned. The plan seemed almost ridiculously simple. "Just like that? Why didn't my grandfather do it? Did you suggest it to him?" Perhaps he wouldn't have left at all then and he cold be planning this with Lord Berold instead of leaving it up to her.

Ingram released her hands to reach into his jacket. He pulled out something that flashed and caught the light and, as he offered it out on his palm, Bilba realized it was a ring. A familiar ring, a blue stone trapped inside a cage of silver.

"Is that my grandfather's ring?" she asked in surprise.

Ingram nodded. "The king wanted me to pass it onto you, so all would know you'd been given his authority and power in his absence."

Bilba sucked in a sharp breath. "What?" The ring was her grandfather's prized possession. It had belonged to the last Durin king of Erebor, given to his hobbit wife after he'd forced her to marry him. Once he'd been overthrown the ring had been passed down to each subsequent hobbit king as a reminder of the evil of the Durins.

She picked up the ring carefully, the weight heavy in her hand, and felt an odd emotion begin to swell inside her. Her vision blurred and the bridge of her nose started to burn. "He really left it for me?"

Ingram nodded. "That he did."

A smile pulled at her lips and Bilba slid pushed the ring onto her finger. It was massively oversized, forcing her to close her hand into a fist to keep it on.

Ingram chuckled and reached under his shirt to pull out a thin chain. He unhooked it and held his hand out for the ring. "Here, let me."

Bilba handed the ring over and he threaded it onto the chain, then stood and stepped behind her. The weight settled against her collarbone, cold against her skin. Almost unconsciously Bilba pulled her shoulders back and raised her chin.

She smiled up at Ingram. "What do you think?"

"Stunning," he replied, admiration in his voice. Bilba flushed and ducked her head shyly. Ingram dropped to a knee suddenly and took her hand in his. "Your Highness," he said seriously, "I'll confess I'm not doing this with entirely pure motivations."

"You're not?" Bilba asked in confusion. She'd picked up the ring in her other hand and was toying with it absently, still unable to believe her grandfather had entrusted her with it.

"No." Ingram's mouth twisted and he seemed to hesitate, eyes darting away for an instance before coming back to hers. "Your Hig -- Bilba, have you considered what will happen to you if we were to surrender the mountain?"

Bilba's good mood evaporated and her stomach clenched. She shook her head. "I've been trying not to," she admitted in a near whisper. Feeling suddenly cold, she tugged her hand free from his so she could wrap her arms around herself once again.

Ingram swore quietly. "I've scared you. I'm sorry."

"It's all right," Bilba said with a tight smile. "It's something I have to think about, right?"

"It's all I've considered," Ingram said sincerely, still kneeling, now with his hands clasped in front of him. "You're the crown jewel of Erebor, a bright light in her dark halls. I'd hate to see--" he cut himself off with grimace. After a moment he cleared his throat and tried again. "Anyway, I just wanted to say that I've long -- admired you. I'd hoped at one point to speak to your grandfather but, before I had the chance--"

"My grandfather announced my betrothal to Lord Grima." Bilba was quite certain her face was about to catch fire from the heat currently flooding it. Butterflies started up in her stomach and her heart began to race. She'd seen young women being courted before but had never had it happen to her. It wasn't allowed. "I didn't choose him," she blurted. "My grandfather did, because of the ties he has to Gondor's king."

"I thought as much." Ingram scowled. "I'll confess, that was another reason I didn't speak up. I knew I had little to offer."

Bilba put a hand on his arm and squeezed lightly. "I think you have plenty to offer." Her own boldness startled her, but it was also strangely exhilarating. Her grandfather would not have approved.

Or, she thought as the weight of the ring on her collarbone drew her attention, she wouldn't have thought so. Perhaps he'd just been waiting for her to come into her own and prove herself. Maybe, as Ingram had said, she'd inherited her position but had simply needed to earn it.

"Who knows?" Ingram was saying as he pushed to his feet. "After all this is over, and we're both heroes--" he trailed off and then held a hand out to her. "What do you say, Your Highness? Ready to save Erebor?"

Bilba took a deep breath and nodded. She took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. As she wrapped her hand around his arm she noted absently that his hair was damp, enough to have soaked his collar. It was probably cold, she thought, and made a mental note to order him something warm to drink from the kitchens. It was the least she could do for the person who was going to help her save the mountain. "What will we do first?"

"We'll start with the guards," Ingram said with a nod. "We'll pick a select few we can trust and explain the plan to them." He stopped suddenly as if a thought had occurred to him and looked at her. "You know what? You should be the one to tell them. I can wait for you in your grandfather's office."

Bilba's eyes widened. "Oh, I couldn't. They won't listen to me."

Ingram lightly picked up the ring she wore, fingers barely grazing her skin near the neckline of her dress. It sent an odd tingle through her that she'd never felt before, not unpleasant, but unusual. "They will listen to you," Ingram insisted gently. "You have the ring, and you're stronger than you know, Your Highness. Trust yourself. This is your time. I won't take it from you."

Bilba nodded shakily and didn't resist when he stepped away, toward the exit leading to the kitchens and the servant's tunnels.

"I'll meet you in your grandfather's office," he said. "Until then, Bilba."

"Until then," Bilba agreed in a whisper.  

They would save Erebor, and her grandfather's trust in her would be proven, and Sigrid and Legolas would regret having betrayed her.

Elation rose up in her and, for the first time in what felt like a very long time, she felt something very close to happiness rise within her.

This was going to work, she decided as she turned toward the doors, steps lightened to a near skip.  

She just knew it.

***

"So, word is the hobbits are ready to discuss terms."

Frerin snorted from where he was sprawled across a bench on the edge of camp, arm thrown over his eyes. "Terms. I can imagine how Thorin reacted to that."

"Which is precisely why he's not going, and you are."

Frerin groaned. Aule, but he hated politics. Give him something to hunt, or fight, or just anything that didn't involve having to sit in a chair listening to politicians drone on endlessly for hours. He'd been forced to attend meetings before and had come away having learned three facts.

One, that it was entirely possible to speak at length about nothing.

Two, that it was entirely possible to spend an entire day speaking and to end it having accomplished exactly nothing.

And, three, it was entirely possible to actually accomplish something only to return the next day to find it the others had decided to throw the whole thing out on a whim and start over from scratch.

He honestly could have lived his entire life happily not knowing a single one of those things. At least he understood why his brother, father before him and grandfather before him had tended to be irritable.

He moved his arm and opened his eyes as Vili came closer to stand over him. "You're blocking my sunlight."

"They're pulling everyone back enough to allow for a pavilion to be set up halfway between the mountain and the front lines," his wife's husband said casually as if Frerin hadn't even spoken. "Gandalf, Bard and Thranduil will be there as observers."

Frerin sighed in resignation. He'd been having such a nice day too. Well, aside from the bite in the air threatening an early frost and winter, and then the sheer boredom that was an extended siege.

All right, so maybe not such a nice day after all.

He got to his feet and his eyes, as they so often did of late, turned toward Erebor. A strange thrill ran through him and Frerin was surprised at how his stomach knotted with nerves. It had all been such an abstract thought before this, even during the siege, but it was rapidly approaching the moment when it'd be hard reality.

The mountain he'd only heard about, dreamed about on occasion in leaner times, would soon be in their hands once more. Taken back from the usurpers who'd responded to the kindness and generosity of Durin with treachery and death.

The sons of Durin were taking back Erebor.

Heyy could you maybe write a George Weasley x reader with 37, that would be lovely 😄

Howls In The Night | George Weasley x Werewolf!Reader

Summary: He’d figured it out ages ago. His secret love for you making him notice the way your mood became antsier the closer it became to full moon or not seeing you in class the day after. But George Weasley didn’t want to scare you off, especially since you’d never spoken to him before and he most certainly wasn’t going to confess that he had a crush on you. Until, one full moon, he’s lying awake in his dorm when he hears a blood curdling howl coming from the forest, closely followed by a yelp of pain. His instinct kicking in, George simply cannot shake the feeling that you are in trouble. So, he goes to investigate.Pairing: George Weasley x ReaderWarnings: Mentions of wolfy violence, injury.Prompts Used: “Why didn’t you do it? Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” (37)A/N: Thanks dear anon for this request! I thought a werewolf story fit this prompt very well :D I hope this is sort of what you had in mind!

“You should just talk to her Georgie” Fred says, using his elbow to nudge George in the arm. 

His younger twin had been sat watching you since breakfast began, averting his eyes only when you looked up.

“It’s getting kind of creepy the way you stare at her….” Fred continues, taking a bite out of his toast. George gives him a look and he grins, his mouth still full of toast and marmalade. Swallowing, Fred chuckles, “you never know, she might like you back”  

“Oh sod off, she doesn’t know I exist! Even if she did, she’s never spoken to me!” George whines, huffing. He pushes his own breakfast around the plate. 

“You sound like a whiny git, stop feeling so sorry for yourself!” Fred mocks.

“You’re one half of the famous Weasley duo, of course she’s heard of you” Ron pipes in from beside George. 

George’s spirits lift a little, “She’s in your year right?” he asks Ron.

“Yeah? So what? I’m not talking to her for you!” His younger brother replies, stabbing a sausage with his fork and taking a large bite. 

“Who knew that the famous George Weasley, known for his confidence and remarkable pranks, would find it so difficult to talk to a girl” Ginny giggles.

Fred laughs, “She’s got a point you know” 

It was full moon tonight and to say you weren’t feeling on edge would be a huge lie. 

You could barely walk through the corridors without shouting at someone and breakfast had been absolute hell, your heightened senses making everything sound louder and smell stronger.

Being used to it didn’t make it any less difficult, the only thing you found easy was hiding it from everyone, the front you put on making it seem like the most normal day in the world. 

You were walking back from Transfiguration, the last lesson of the day, looking forward to getting back to your dorm. On a full moon you’d miss dinner, choosing to take a long hot bath before slipping out of the common room, grabbing your backpack on the way, inside was a change of clothes, some snacks and a blanket. 

Entering the Y/H/N common room, you hurry to collect everything you need before slipping back out again, unseen by anyone. 

Making your way up to the prefect’s bathroom, you lock the door behind you and start the taps, undressing yourself whilst the bathtub filled.

This bathroom was never used, lucky for you. People always chose the showers in their respective houses, not needing or having time for a long bath. 

You definitely deserved a bath on a full moon. 

It was a small moment of relief before the horrors of the night, the painful transformation being only the start of it. 

Sighing, you slipped into the hot water, sinking down until it was just your head above the water. Closing your eyes, you went through the plan for the night, as you always did.

After your bath you would head down to the forbidden forest, stopping off at Hagrid’s to let him know it was a full moon and for him to stop any students from entering. They never do, but you always reminded him anyway, just to be on the safe side. 

By this time, the night would be closing in and you wouldn’t have long left so you’d run into the forest, getting as far in as possible. You’d strip down and wait for the transformation. 

From then on, you could never really control what happened, your wolf being taking complete domination over your body. 

As the bathwater began to cool down, you stood up and dried off. 

Here we go again….you thought before grabbing the backpack and rushing through the corridors, down the stairs and eventually slipping out of the castle.

George couldn’t sleep. 

It was the same every full moon.

He’d lie there all night worrying about you, dealing with your transformations all by yourself.

Sighing, he turned onto his back. Fred’s words from breakfast replaying in his mind. 

Why can’t I just talk to her?

George knew exactly why he couldn’t. He’d watched it happen with Remus and Tonks. 

Y/N would just push him away.

But Remus and Tonks are together now….said the tiny voice in the back of his mind. 

A sudden howl stirs him out of his thoughts. 

He immediately sits upright, looking over at his brother to see if the noise had awoken him. The sound of snoring makes George roll his eyes. Of course not…

He makes his way to the window, wiping away the condensation to peer out into the night, the darkness making it impossible to see anything except the faint glow of Hagrid’s hut.

Just as George was about to brush the noise off, thinking maybe he’d imagined it, another howl echoes through the night, this time, closely followed by a loud yelp. 

His heart hammering, George hurries to the door, pulling on his shoes and a cloak, his instincts telling him that you were in trouble.

Grabbing the marauders map from Fred’s nightstand, he searches the various corridors for a way to get to the forest without being seen. He scans the paper as he walks, folding and unfolding the various flaps to work out the best route. 

Settling on a quick path, he tucks the map in his pocket and with a determined expression, he heads off into the night.

You probably should have been worrying about who the other wolf was, or how he’d gotten into the forbidden forest but, right now, the only think you were thinking about was the giant gash in your side and quite frankly, how you were planning on staying alive.

The male wolf was circling your body, plotting his next move. 

You growled at him, daring him to finish you off. What are you waiting for?

A twig snapping caught both of your attention, your head lifting a little to see who the culprit was. 

You had no idea what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t him.

George Weasley had frozen stiff, his foot still standing on the broken twig. A look of panic flashed across his face as he realised his cover had been blown.

Damn it George Weasley, as much as I’ve dreamed about you being my knight in shining armour, now really isn’t the time….you think to yourself.

The male wolf growls at the ginger, the hackles rising on his back. 

George pulls out his wand, aiming at the snarling beast. 

Just as your opponent goes to attack however, you lurch yourself from where you were lying on the ground, tackling him backwards. 

Your hunting instincts kick in and you fight the male with all the strength you have, desperately trying to protect George from harm. 

But, your motive is lost as you lose control of your human side, biting and scratching and growling, only coming to a halt as a crossbow fires from somewhere in the trees, an arrow lodging in the other wolf’s side. He falls to the ground, his body becoming lifeless as the blood seeps from his wound. 

With your human side long forgotten and your wolf in complete control, you turn to George, growling at him, your hunting senses smelling the blood pumping through his veins. 

George raises a hand, “Y/N? Y/N it’s me, George Weasley…you don’t want to hurt me….” he gulped.

You growl again, prowling towards him. 

George hesitantly raises his wand towards you.

Just as you are about to go in for the kill, something fires into your neck and you feel your legs give way, letting out a small whine of pain before everything going dark.

“You shot her?!” George cries, seeing Hagrid appear from the shadows. 

“Not to worry lad, she’ll be alright” the giant replies, giving the male a light kick, checking that it was definitely dead. 

“She was going to kill me….” George croaked.

“Aye, but don’t blame Y/N. Once the wolf takes complete control, the human part basically doesn’t exist. She’s hurt, come on, we’ll get her to Madam Pomfrey. Better be quick though lad, don’t want any students seeing her like this” Hagrid says before gently scooping you into his arms. 

Your wolf body completely limp as he carried you carefully back to the castle. 

“Why did that other wolf attack her?” George asks as he follows behind, trying to take his mind off the way your wolf eyes had looked at him.

“No idea, but I’ll be letting Professor Dumbledore know as soon as possible. Nasty beast shouldn’t ‘ave been on the school grounds, let alone attacking our students”.

As they hurry into the hospital wing, you are already beginning to transform back into a human. 

Madam Pomfrey bustles into the room, a bottle of wolfsbane in her hand. 

“This should offer her some relief as she turns back” She says, laying you on one of the beds and pouring a small amount into your mouth. 

“You were expecting us?” George asks her, surprised that she had come out without being summoned.

“She comes here every full moon my dear, the affects of Lycanthropy are rather harsh on the human body. Have you never wondered where her scars come from?”

George’s heart sinks as he looks over at your lifeless form. 

You had completely transformed back into a human. The gash in your side looking much worse on human skin as opposed to a wolf’s body and George internally winced. 

“Will she be okay?” he asked the nurse. 

“I hope so Mr Weasley, I hope so” she murmurs.

You jolted awake, the nightmare of the night before pulling you from your slumber.

Madam Pomfrey appears beside you, “here, drink this dear, it’ll ease the pain” she says, offering you a spoon full of a deep purple liquid. 

Taking the medicine, you grimace at the bitter taste.

“What is that stuff?” you ask.

“It helps hasten the body’s natural healing process” she explains.

Swallowing, your mind goes back to your fight with the male wolf. 

You gasp, “Where’s George?! I didn’t hurt him did I? Is he okay?” 

The nurse smiles slightly and nods her head, gesturing to the seat next to your bed. 

Turning, you relax a little when your eyes land on George’s sleeping form.

“He’s been there all night” she whispers. Your eyes widen. All night? 

You don’t remember much of the night once your wolf took full control, but you knew you could have easily killed the ginger sat beside you…

With a stir, George’s eyes open slowly before he lets out a groan, stretching out his body on the small chair. 

When he notices that you’re awake you notice an uneasy expression flash across his face. 

Your heart sinks.

“Why didn’t you do it?” you whisper.

“Do what?” George asks.

“Kill me when you had the chance?”

He sighs, standing up from the chair and sitting on the bed, careful not to hurt you. 

“Why would you say something like that?” he asks. 

“Because I nearly killed you! Would have done if Hagrid hadn’t done whatever he did…” you mutter.

George takes your hand in his, “Y/N, it wasn’t you! Your wolf was acting on instinct, I can’t blame you for that” 

He brings your hand to his mouth and gently leaves a kiss on each of your knuckles. 

“Plus, I could never have taken the life of the girl who’s stolen my heart” he says, his eyes lifting to meet yours.

Your breath catches.

“But…but I’m a werewolf…” you stammer.

His hand finds your face, “Well observed” he chuckles. “Y/N I wouldn’t care if you had seven arms or turned into a troll every Friday….I want nothing more than to call you mine” 

You are stunned to silence. 

“Please say something….” George pleads, hoping he’d not just ruined his chances with you.

“Yes….” you whisper.

“What?” 

“Yes! I’d very much like to be yours George Weasley….but only if you’ll be mine too…” you blurted. 

He smiles, sighing in relief. 

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore Y/N, I promise I’m going to do everything in my power to make this easier for you” he says before lightly brushing his lips against yours.

Letting a tear fall down your cheek, you smile into the kiss. 

“Thank you…for everything” you whisper before pulling him into a tight embrace.

“For you Y/N….I’d do anything” 

A/N: My first werewolf!reader story! Let me know if this is okay, I have no idea xD Once again thanks anon for the request.

coffee cups

member: ong seongwoo

summary: you’re stressed out over your workplace and ended up breaking down and seongwoo was there to comfort you :)

genre: abit of fluff and angst

a/n: requested by an anon! i hoped you like it!! i added some of my ideas into this so i hope you don’t mind and it’d be nice if i can get a feedback hehe also thank you for requesting!! 

you’re currently at your workplace, struggling with the multitasks that have been given to you

you’re the assistant to this head of department and it's honestly a stressful job ever

sometimes you feel like quitting because firstly, people treat you like you’re some robot that knows how to work only and secondly, your boss barely give you time to REST

and you hate how you have to serve your own colleagues coffees when they’re the same level as you

most times you could see their fake expressions where they pretend to care for you 

or when you’re busy with this one task but they just give your THEIR tasks for you to do

and you really just want to quit but the world is cruel because you need this job to survive for you life, especially to buy food

but there was one thing that keeps you sane working in that company to be honest

that one cup of coffee that is always there on your desk the moment you arrive to work everyday, served just the way you like it

and at first you didn’t know who did it, but you were really thankful for that person

because you needed it so much with the amount of work you had

but then one day you arrived earlier than usual and you came to your work desk and you see someone about to place that exact coffee on the desk

and it was ong seongwoo, the least expected person you would thought giving you that coffee

and you were really surprised to see him like you did a mini scream

and seongwoo turned around quickly and had the same expression as you

“hey– um, i didn’t expect you to be here early….” he said, obviously embarrassed over it as he placed the coffee safely on your desk

you stood there, still trying to register the fact that all this time that ong seongwoo was the one

the person who is the second highest position in the company, the person who is loved by everyone in the company, the person who you finally want to thank to

“i didn’t expect you to be here at all….” you replied him, your expression remained surprised and he was still flustered

“i’m sorry… for going here without your permission. i just wanted to give you coffee since you do it for everyone else here”

“you didn’t really need to do that, mr. ong” you said, your reference to him made him blink repeatingly before he smiled

“you can call me seongwoo”

and it was your turn to become flustered because you didn’t want to sound rude by calling his first name

and you just shake your head, “i can’t call you that–”

“it’s okay. we both are the same so you can call me seongwoo” he smiles again and you’re in awe with his lovely smile

“okay then. i’m–”

“y/n. i know”

“…how did you know?”

“your name tag” seongwoo answered as he eyed your name tag that was hanging on your neck and you turned quiet because true….

“i’ll get going now. do enjoy your coffee” he said, as he passed by you but you quickly turned around

“wait”

he halted and then looked back at you, as his head tilted a little

“thank you for all of the coffee, seongwoo”

and seongwoo smiled and he just nodded his head once before he made his leave, and to be honest it left you more intrigued by him

you finally recovered from the new information about coffee person and you sat down on your chair 

and you picked up the cup, smiling looking at it

“at least i know there’s one person who is genuinely nice here” you talked to yourself before you sipped the coffee

after that day, you still got your own coffee but you still had to serve coffees for your boss and those other people

but also after that day, you don’t bump into seongwoo anymore and somehow you were a little disappointed but you figured it was for the best since it would be awkward to see him often when you both barely interact with each other and also would possibly lessen your guilt of him getting you coffee every single day

sometimes you did forget that it was seongwoo that gives you those coffees because you have a lot of tasks to do and you just gulps down the coffee and throw the cups into your rubbish bin

which reminds you that you need to empty the bin soon….. because the cups are piling up…..lol

but most time you would think the warmth of the coffee is the warmth of seongwoo has

and so you start to like him a little bit, just because of his kind gesture and honestly it’s those kind of liking that you could just do from far because you barely see seongwoo and it was just simply impossible to work while thinking anything related to love

because like you wanted, you needed to survive your life with the money you needed to earn, not love

but as work goes on, you sometimes wish you could be treated right by your colleagues and not being used instead

and sometimes you wish you could just become mean to them so they could just back off

but unfortunately you’re not that kind of person….

you tried to be positive over the whole thing. thinking about the benefit of working like that, being able to be seen as hardworking

so you continue to be the puppet of the company and work at after hours too and in the end, you just want to stop with everything

it’s nearly 10pm where everyone already went home while you’re still doing extra work at your desk and you’re super exhausted, stressed out and mostly just mad at yourself

as you go on typing some document on your laptop, your whole entire body just stops on you and you suddenly broke down

you feel your tears dropping endlessly and you close your laptop as you put your head on it

and you’re just crying, thinking how stupid you are to these people and how stupid you are for becoming someone you’re not proud of

and you’re crying even more because you remembered your desk had no sight of the coffee you used to get early in the morning, not being there anymore

and you’re trying to not think about it much but you can’t help but to feel sad over it

because it was the only thing that gave you strength to work

but it had stopped being there a week ago and you’re not blaming seongwoo at all because he had the rights to not give them to you

your head just turned to the left with it still on your laptop, seeing the whole pile of coffee cups in the bin and you bit your lips because they made you feel the emptiness you’re having right now

but then you see something under one cup and your head lifted up slowly

you grab onto the cup and there’s writings under the cup and it read

‘you’re doing great, y/n’

and you’re confused at first but then you see more writings under the rest of the cups and you’re more confused

but each time you read the cups, they’re mostly motivation words and you couldn’t help but to cry again because all these time ong seongwoo was cheering you up

and you cry even more because you didn’t see them earlier and you’re upset at yourself

then you see this one coffee cup and it says

‘i like your smile’

and another one

‘your laugh is cute’

and you feel butterflies in your stomach suddenly….. this new feeling you haven’t gotten in years

but at the same time you’re sad because it’s too late to do anything 

and the working thoughts consume in your head again and you just closes your eyes, letting your tears fall once again

and you know you’re going to quit first thing tomorrow because you had enough of this stressful job 

and then suddenly you hear something from behind you and you freak out because you swear you already had a rough day, you didn’t want to die tonight too

and you let out a scream when you feel a hand on your shoulder and you’re about to throw some punches to whoever that is

but your emotion got the best of you so you’re crying instead and you look so damn scared

“y/n, it’s me. it’s seongwoo!” 

“seongwoo…?” you open your eyes and you see seongwoo that looks panic and you’re trying to regain your composure because you didn’t want him to see you being a crying mess

but suddenly you feel being hugged by seongwoo and he’s patting your back soothingly 

you start to sob because you really needed that comfort

“are you okay?”

and you don’t want to lie so you’re shaking your head and he brings you closer to him, his hand moves on your head and stroking your head softly

“just cry, it’s okay”

so you cry, your head on his chest and you’re really sorry for ruining his shirt but his care makes you tear up more until you’re finally done and you slowly move away from him

“thank you.. again”

“it’s nothing… i’m glad you’re fine now?”

“i’m fine, thanks to you, seongwoo”

and seongwoo smiles, “you really need to stop thanking me”

“and you really need to stop saving me”

his eyebrows rise in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“you’re making me fall for you, seongwoo…..”

you’re looking at him before you realize you blurted out something that wasn’t supposed to be said so you quickly trying to avoid his eye contact and wanting to change the topic real quick

but seongwoo is smiling and he’s like REALLY happy and you could tell because he grabs onto your hand and you’re like oh my god

you get all shy and you don’t know how to react or do but seongwoo is like, “i’m glad”

and you’re fluster,,, and your heart is beating fast and you’re so confused with your emotional today and seongwoo makes you extra butterflies in your stomach because he goes:

“i’m glad you’re falling for me because… i’ve been liking you for a long time but i couldn’t confess to you because i’m an idiot…. so all i could do was give you coffee….which was a horrible way to show how i feel about you–”

“it wasn’t horrible… i really loved it” you smile at him and it warms his heart and he really likes it…

“–but i thought you hated me because i didn’t see any coffee anymore which is fine actually– i mean, it’s your choice–”

“i had one week of busy trip outside so i couldn’t give any coffee… but no, i don’t hate you” seongwoo says, as he rubs his neck, “actually i like you a lot and i know your name before we bump into each other so i’m sorry,,,, and being here suddenly… and scaring you because i felt like i needed to be here and then i saw you here crying and it makes my heart hurt seeing that”

and you’re looking at him, and he’s blushing hard and you are too… it’s cute actually

and you remember about the writings on the coffee cups and you grab onto one of them 

seongwoo’s eyes follow your hand and he gets embarrassed again because of his words to you

but then he also realizes that you might not have seen some cups because they’re in the bin messily….

“thank you for these” you tell him and he’s like ‘what did i tell you about thanking me again’ and you just chuckle

his hand take some other cups in the bin and you panic because it’s really messy and dirty and you didn’t want him to touch them but you’re too late because seongwoo takes them already

and he reads them again before showing them to you

“you haven’t read these?” 

you see the cups and they’re different sentences that you haven’t read before so you shake your head

but your eyes are still trying to focus on the cups and they finally hit you

‘i wish i could be there with you instead of this coffee’

‘if fate is really playing with me to get you, i don’t mind doing this forever’

‘i really like you…’

and you turn really quiet because seongwoo actually has been telling his feeling for you and you’re too oblivious over it 

but then you’re really happy… because he has been there for you and you feel really loved….

and seongwoo grabs his bag that’s been with him and unzip it and he takes out this empty coffee cup that looks like the exact one he had given you

and you realized that…. he’s the one that’s been making the coffee for you and you feel like tearing up again

and he takes his pen and write something on it and you just fill with a lot of emotions in your body

seongwoo finally looks up to see you and he’s smiling while showing you the cup and right after you read it, your tear of happiness falls and you immediately hug him

because the cup says

‘will you be mine?’

I am conflicted about sasusaku. I shipped it hardcore when I was younger then bore resentment toward him when he defected and caused my queen sm pain. Now, though, I adore and cherish Sasuke as a member of team7 and a character. In SS pairing there are things that he does that makes me iffy. I'm not at all blind to his affections to Sakura but like when he put her in a genjutsu of him stabbing her… he could've put her in lala land but instead stabbed her. Why though? Im so conflicted. Help?

See, to be honest with you this is the kind of ask that can always get me stumped and it’s the reason why I have never argued with a Sakura stan about SasuSaku. I always mention this as if it weren’t obvious enough; I am a Sasuke stan. Before even being a fan of the series and before being any type of shipper, first and foremost, I am always just a little shit here for Sasuke. Asking me questions like ‘did Sakura deserve better from Sasuke?’ ‘did he hurt my queen?’ won’t get you the greatest answer from a Sakura stan’s POV, and that is why ic you have not noticed most my posts/answered asks are from Sasuke’s POV or are just me defending her against asshats with double standards shitting on her for caring for him; or just defending her with no context to SS. This question gets me thinking and I am not sure my answer will satisfy you. However, Let me try to do this to the best of my ability.

‘Did Sakura deserve better?’

Short answer: yes, but it’s not really a sasusaku thing.

Did Sasuke leaving the village cause pain?

Yes, of course it did. When someone you care about to the point of feeling like you’ve become a family is suddenly out of your life it hurts like hell, both Naruto and Sakura can relate. Heck, even Kakashi who had become an almost father figure to them can.

However, put yourself in Sasuke’s shoes, he is a 12 year old child who has been manipulated into carrying the moral burden of his family’s massacre since the age 7. Seven is such a MALLEABLE age, his brain was literally molded like clay and he was taken advantage of since a very influential age. Since age seven sasuke viewed avenging his family to be the sole purpose he was allowed to live, he literally viewed himself to be someone not worthy of killing for five years of his life. The fact that he came so far during his time with T7 is a miracle in it’s own right, he was emotionally healing with them. It got to a point where even Orochimaru’s influence using the curse mark was weakening because he loved these 2 so much

And then this comes along 

In the same scene, sasuke is stripped of both his pride and his sanity.

Having not only been shown his own parents and clan being murdered on repeat for twenty four hours  but also beaten bloody to get reminded of his own weakness. 

He trained all this time, thought himself getting physically and mentally stronger only to end up in this state

And he ended being even further manipulated into hatred

That day left him out of commission in the hospital for the time period naruto spent learning the rasengan and looking for tsunande; he was unconscious the entire time, and it was not even the physical attack that knocked him out, but rather, the mental ones.

Naruto took about four and a half weeks to learn the Rasengan

Despite all of this, he still wanted to slip out the village without hurting anyone’s feelings face to face. Sakura and Naruto both chased after him because they both loved him and did not think he was making the right decision by leaving. I’d like to highlight, sasuke himself said the characters misunderstood his motivations; his arc was never about just revenge, but also it’s been about justice. I truly feel for both Sakura and Naruto who were hurt by their loved one leaving; I cried during the confession, and God knows how much I cried during Sasuke and Naruto’s fight. But, it’s possible to feel for both of them while being objective, and in all honestly I find Sasuke perfectly justified in leaving and in fighting Naruto who instigated the fight himself.

Sakura got lucky with this

And I’d like to mention that Sasuke not once: interrupted her, belittled her feelings, called her stupid for loving him or anything of the sort. He respected her feelings and he had enough affection to give a thank you for it. What should he have said? ‘Yeah no, only interested in revenge atm’? lie and say something like ‘I hate you’?

He opted for letting her know she has been in his memories and that he has grateful for everything

(Mind you this is a mistranslation, he said uzai meaning annoying)

He even gave her answers for why he is leaving.

And it’s not like he was not just as affected by leaving and hurting the people he cares about either..he was also giving up his only hope of happiness

But he was literally manipulated into this since age SEVEN

Naruto is upset his friend whom is one of his first bonds is leaving to Orochimaru who clearly has ulterior motives, not understanding that sasuke already knows that

Sakura is upset the boy whom her crush for has grown into love is leaving and isolating himself for a ‘revenge’ she does not realize isn’t the main thing on the table for him

Sasuke is upset about his brother who’s killed his family being out there and about leaving the people he’s grown to care so much about. Sasuke left his fight with Naruto remembering his family while shaking with the pain of loosing everything, so it’s hard for me to place sakura above him in this situation.

See what I mean by sympathy is given to everyone but there is clearly someone with a stronger footing in the situation? 

What about the pain Sasuke caused because of what he was doing outside the village?

here is what sasuke was not justified on doing in terms of Konoha 

He is justified in hating Konoha, and getting angry over the political tyranny and the nationalist views it had that got his clan massacred and then threw the burden of the situation on his brother. He simply had a period of chronic insanity intensified by his curse of hatred; and that only grew with his pain and by overusing his mangekyo that comes at the price of insanity and vision.

His logic was a huge 180 from the Sasuke we we’re used to. he was no longer someone who believed in no killing under any circumstance; but now is willing to kill opponents after giving them a fair warning, since Konoha, whom he previously thought to be a good place can do it, and Itachi whom he previously believed to be evil but is now considered ‘perfect’ (god do i have my issues with itachi) had done it, it’s no longer an off the table option for him..He essentially had an existential crisis (paired with a panic attack that left him unconscious) that left his moral code completely shifted. 

But you also have to understand his pain

even Kakashi who got this from him

acknowledged that while sasuke might be in the wrong, he was still a victim of his surrounding situation (god i love kakashi)

Speaking of murder eyes, Sakura still got lucky she got off with what she got off with while dealing with such an unstable person

 Sasuke might be in the wrong; but expecting him not to retaliate when he knows she is out here, wearing her konoha head band and official cape, trying to kill him is pretty?????? She wanted to kill him, but he still gave her a chance (which ofc she would not take, she is not going to kill an innocent person) no murder eyes involved until it was clear to him what his intentions were. At this point, even sakura knew he was very far into the rabbit hole

he even softens a little when shes all like : ) ill betray konoha 4 u bb

Sasuke has never instigated a murder on sakura that she did not start herself, by ninja standards totally justifiable; they are 2 fighters meeting on field. This is not me saying Sakura is a bad person for attacking Sasuke, she too had full rights 

*when sasuke attacked her team mates she wanted to fight him and bring him back home

* when sasuke could have had a war starting in his name, started attacking villages and ‘joined’ a terrorist organisation 

Given all these circumstances they both had rights to fight each other 

Sad, but true

What about the war arc?

There is good things

Misunderstood things, due to mistranslations. Sasuke asks her literally ‘if you heard what can you do?’ and she does not answer because she couldn’t do much in that situation. He was not scolded on being a bully like some anti-sasuke folk want it to be, he was scolded on not being a team player.

The bad scenes include the lava pit comment which naruto called him out on as a bitch ass liar (he deserved that one tbh)

And of course the genjutsu. See, I don’t try to justify it and if a sakura fan dislikes sasuke and sasusaku because of it I can’t tell them anything. 

I can go in circles saying ‘oh but he cared! he was trying to cut off every bond to enter true darkness! he cared about her so much and the only way to ensure she writes him off forever is to do a violent type! naruto got murder!! she would have got hurt! he was preventing her getting physically hurt!’ and it’s all true but it does not answer ‘did sakura deserve that for just asking him not to kill the 5 kage and sit his ass down?’ because the answer to that is no; under no circumstance was he justified to do that, as commented on by kakashi.

But it’s important to remember at this point sakura is not trying to get in a romantic relationship with him, had that been the case it would have been THAT much more problematic, she was just trying to help.

You start asking fundamental questions if you ask ‘should she and naruto chase him to help?’ Sasuke asked them multiple times not to but at this point team 7 has become family. They could not just sit still and watch someone they cared about so much fuck up his own life and the life of others.

To Sasuke team 7 was hope and love after loss, to naruto they were the people who saved him from the darkness, to kakashi it’s the light at the end of the tunnel and to Sakura it’s where she grew up, where she faced life for what it is and arguably after ino were her first friends who helped her blossom into who she is. They really did not want to give up on that.

With all that in mind, I find it hard to believe these two could give up on sasuke.

He viewed them as family too, he too understands too well that the love you have for your family; the selfless, unconditional love that can cause a hell of suffering

Even a god believed there was hope.

When sasuke’s ideology stemmed from his beliefs that were about common interest above personal feelings he said this

and this

After everything, he had seen no reason for her to continue loving him; and it does not matter how he feels, since they have no common interest; he’s too busy trying to take over the world and she is thinking of a happy ending full of regained bonds

and he was right! Sasuke and Naruto officially ended the cycle of hatred begun by Kaguya and her grandchildren, and that’s when sasusaku got together.

had sasuke not been genuinely sorry I would have boarded off this ship, but he was. 

a romantic relationship only officially happened after this, even after sasuke stayed in konoha for a year after the war and whatever happened between them happened, he still did not allow himself a chance to enjoy these things because he was working off his sins.

In fact, in Shinden (I own it) it’s revealed he is working on himself because he was afraid of having intimate relationships without going off the rails again, despite longing to see team 7 again. What I am trying to get to is:  whatever punishment you want inflicted on sasuke, don’t worry he’s inflicting on himself/the world is inflicting it on him,,in fact I reckon this poor kid deserves a break, some tomato soup and a good tight hug. 

What about romantic sasusaku?

SasuSaku happened under great, healthy conditions and it’s not like sasuke is incapable of making sakura happy. You can only imagine (sadly no bitch is animating it) how much happiness she felt travelling around with a happy, free of hate sasuke and I 1000% believe he did his best to make her happy and I reckon it worked since she seems chipper despite the circumstances in gaiden…must have been one really good trip to have it’s after effects lingering for 12 years LOL

He makes her happy and she loves him and loves seeing him happy, and she has that forever now so I don’t really think Sakura is sad to end up with Sasuke and really neither should you

What does sakura deserve?

- More fights as given to her male counterparts to show her amazing skills, we want to see the genjutsu skills she’s renowned for

- More medical ninja scenes, the Kankuro one was iconic and was literally one of the most epic moments in the SERIES; more of the stuff showing her intellect please

- Her personal arc to be expanded on just as her male counterparts 

- To be involved in more important information just like her male counterparts, the entire sasuke fiasco could have been avoided and could have opened a door for some deep sasusaku moments

- Her emotional moments were the type that give you chills, more of those just as her male counterparts 

- An animation studio that does her justice in animation

- An animation studio that uses fillers to expand on her, not one that pulls shit like this to make her look immature and unlikable 

- A fanbase not full of ugly sexist boys who hate on her unnecessarily 

- A fanbase not full of insecure self inserty girls who hate her for being in place of their self insert 

- A better fucking plot for Gaiden

But, don’t take it out on sasuke or sasusaku man, don’t take it out on something you like. I love the judgmental couple that overcame everything.

Ultimately whether you believe she deserved better from Sasuke is completely up to how much you are willing to interpret both characters evenly. And ultimately, whether you like the dynamic of the ship or chose it’s not for you, is also completely up to you..it’s atypical and I understand why it might not be someone’s cup of tea. I only get annoyed when it’s unnecessary bashing of the relationship and the characters that sometimes extends to insulting real life people and their beliefs. Not cool.

Thanks for the ask and I hope this was not too sasuke centered hehe, also sorry for the late reply I have 78 asks in my box and it’s very hectic as I also have studying and socializing to keep up with.

Thank you again!

Promise

sadly no CF tonight....but here's a fic! Hope you all enjoy! i plan on writing another one at some time where gabby finds out in a more shocked kind of way. i don't own anything! —————— "What?" Sylvie was confused why Gabby was giving her a look. While maintaining most of her attention on her friend, Sylvie continued to watch Antonio walk away out of the corner of her eye, until he rejoined his intelligence unit co-workers. "That!" Gabby pointed from Sylvie to the table Antonio was sitting at. Luckily, he wasn't paying attention. A part of Sylvie was disappointed that he wasn't though, but she quickly shoved that thought out of her mind. "I don't understand what you are talking about...." Sylvie pretended, taking another sip from her margarita. Internally she was freaking out. Antonio Dawson just flirted with her, and she flirted right back. What the hell was that? Her eyes couldn't help but go back to him again. He had to have been a little drunk. That was the reason, definitely. When she continued to study him however, he didn't seem to be intoxicated at all, just being normal Antonio. Normal attractive, intelligent, funny Antonio.... Sylvie almost dropped her drink when he made eye contact with her, giving her a smile and a wave. Face flushing, she returned her attention back to Gabby. "You know exactly what I am talking about!" Gabby hissed. "You! My brother! Flirting!" "T-That was not flirting." Sylvie stuttered, knowing her face was now turning bright red. Hopefully she would be able to convince Gabby that the reason her face was turning red was because of the embarrassing topic, not that she liked her brother. Because she didn't. Not at all. "Just friends talking that's all. Actually, we aren't even friends! Merely acquaintances!" "Right." The look Gabby gave her was full of doubt. "Okay. Well you're in luck, I am going to force myself to believe you because honestly that was extremely weird and I don't want it to ruin this night." "No need to force, Gabby." Sylvie tried to be as serious as she could be. Even though she was pretty much lying to her face. "Because there's nothing going on, I promise you." "Okay, if you say so." Gabby finally gave in. Sylvie couldn't hold back a smile of victory, as they began to talk about something totally unrelated to Antonio Dawson. *** "The firehouse is blocks away, I find it ridiculous that I have to drop you off right here." Antonio complained, eyeing Sylvie warily. "We can't—" "Let Gabby find out." Antonio finished her sentence, slightly frustrated. "I know." Sylvie frowned, reaching out to push a stray piece of Antonio's hair out of his eyes. "End of the week." She promised. "We can tell her then." "She's not going to hate you." He told her. This is a conversation they have had multiple times before. "She probably would need some time to get used to our relationship, but I believe overall she'll be happy for us." "It's not only that." Sylvie confessed. She tried to think how to word what she was about to say, to not make it sound like she is too clingy or sappy. "I have enjoyed it being just the two of us knowing. I feel like this relationship is just ours." Antonio's face softened, leaning in towards Sylvie to press a kiss on her forehead. "I'm just worried that people might find out in a way we wouldn't want them to." He explained. "We've gone this long already." Sylvie reminded him, unbuckling the seatbelt and removing herself from his car. She walked around to get on the sidewalk, then leaned down to his window. "Just until Friday until this is all revealed." She promised. After giving him a brief kiss, she stepped back from the car. "I'll just stay here until you get to the firehouse." By the crossing of his arms over his chest and his stubborn expression on his face, Sylvie knew he wasn't going anywhere. "Okay, you overprotective goof." She started walked backwards on the sidewalk. "I'll see you tonight!" She then twirled around on the balls of her feet, now seeing where she was going. The walk to the firehouse was actually peaceful, when hers and Antonio's relationship would come public in a few days time she knew she would miss it. But winter was soon approaching, so overall it was for the best. Firehouse 51 came into view. Luckily, everyone who was walking in was in front of her, so they didn't notice that she walked a couple blocks. Honestly, it was amazing that no one has been suspicious these past couple of weeks. "Morning, everyone!" Sylvie cheerily said once she arrived in the locker room. "Why the hell are you so excited for?" Stella grumbled, barely holding back a yawn. "No reason, it's just the beginning of yet another beautiful day." Sylvie shrugged her shoulders, putting her normal everyday clothes back in the locker. She had brought her work clothes home for a wash, so she had actually taken a small pit stop in one of the bathroom's before heading to the locker room. "The only people who are that happy are those who are getting laid." Cruz bluntly stated. He started to waggle his eyebrows at Sylvie, much to her dismay. She practically shoved her head into her locker, pretending to look for something to hide her bright red face. But Stella pulled her out by her shirt collar. She was now exposed. "Ha! You're blushing!" She pointed a finger right in front of Sylvie's face. Sylvie was trapped. It was obvious that she was getting laid, she knew that. But if she said she was, there then would be questions on who the person was. And the fact that Gabby was listening wasn't making this any easier. "I....." She was screwed. She was so, so screwed. In her panic, she ended up blurting out something she had no plan on saying. "I had a one night stand!" Silence. Oh, great. She had no idea how she was going to explain to Antonio about all of this. "Yeah, you know....just those one time things...." Someone please shut her up, anyone.. Sylvie did an internal cry for help. "Didn't even know his name. Oh well." Sylvie weakly shrugged. To her horror, Stella took it as a sign that Sylvie had met her one true love. "We have to find him then, Brett!" "No, we really don't—" "People never act this happy after a one night stand!" She grabbed both of her shoulders, beginning to shake her to make her understand. "This could be your future husband." Sylvie made a face. She didn't think that Stella was some kind of hopeless romantic. "That isn't necessary." She told her. Thankfully, before Stella could open her mouth again to say some more romantic shit, the alarm above them started to go off. "Duty calls." Gabby said, shutting her own locker. "Thank God." Sylvie muttered under her breath, following the others out of the locker room. *** There were so swamped with calls today that the whole 'one night stand' fib Sylvie made up luckily was not brought up again. However, Sylvie should have noticed there was a motive behind Stella inviting her out to Molly's tonight. Unfortunately, she did not realize until it was too late, right when she sat down across from her and Gabby. "Do you think he's here right now?" Stella dove right in, excitement shining in her eyes. Sylvie rolled her eyes, but looked around for their amusement. She noticed Antonio a few tables down, talking with Atwater and Ruzek. Their eyes met briefly, and she couldn't help but flush slightly when he gave her a small smile. "Oh!!" Stella flung her head back, noticing the three detectives. "Did you sleep with one of them?" Gabby choked on her drink. "Even though I know it can't be Antonio, I couldn't help but imagining it and..." She shuddered. Sylvie blanched at Gabby's comment. If only she knew. "Ruzek or Atwater?" Stella demanded, a coy smile on her face. "Ooh, if Kim knew you slept with Ruzek—" "Atwater! It was Atwater!" Sylvie lied, slamming her hands on the table. She was really digging a hole for herself now. "Shit, Sylvie." Stella gasped. Gabby became confused. "Wait, you said that you didn't know who he was...." Damn. She really wasn't good at this making up stories thing. "I...." She drew a blank. "I thought it would be enough to get you guys to stop questioning me! But guess that cat's out of the bag!" She nervously laughed. "Well let's go over there then!" Stella announced, getting up out of her chair. Oh hell no. "That really isn't necessary, Stella—" But Stella ignored her, approaching the table. Gabby turned to Sylvie and shrugged, like 'what can we do' and got up to follow Stella. Sylvie groaned, but begrudgingly walked over to the table. Stella was already talking, and what she was saying apparently wasn't good because Ruzek spit his beer out. Everyone's eyes turned to her when she caught their attention. "Uh, hey guys." She broke the silence, giving them an awkward wave. "Hey Sylvie." Atwater spoke up. "Stella just told us an interesting story...." "Oh God." Sylvie collapsed into the booth. "Everything she said was a lie." Atwater snickered. "I sure hope so." His demeanor shifted, worried that she would take offense. "I mean, I'm sure it would be lovely but—" Sylvie shuddered at the image. "Let's stop talking." She offered. Atwater nodded in agreement and relief. Stella squeezed herself into the booth. So Sylvie was pushed closer to Antonio, who didn't seem to mind, and truthfully, she didn't either. He even grabbed Sylvie's hand, pulling it into his lap. "Why did you lie to us?" Stella questioned, actually looking hurt. Sylvie was beginning to feel guilty. "Because you guys wouldn't let it go!" She protested, unconsciously grabbing Antonio's beer and took a sip. Once she placed the drink back down, she realized her mistake. She tried to save it, shoving the bottle back towards Antonio. "Thought it was mine, sorry." She mumbled, face reddening. Antonio shrugged, acting unfazed. Sylvie saw the corner of his mouth turn up in amusement. He was finding all of this to be amusing. Gabby was looking suspicious across from them. But she didn't say anything, however Sylvie knew she would have to be more careful. "Was anything you said true?" Stella grabbed Sylvie's attention back. Sylvie sighed, wishing that they could all forget about everything she has said today. Luck was not on her side though. "No." She gave up, tired of stringing her friends along with her lies. Antonio and her were planning on telling their friends in just a few days, so revealing their relationship early wasn't a big deal. "I was trying to divert you from the truth." "What truth?" Ruzek inserted himself in the conversation, looking interested. She could just run, Sylvie thought and tempted with the idea. Get up and dash out of the bar. But she knew that running from her problems would not end well in the long run. "That Antonio and I are sleeping together." The words practically fell out of her mouth. She slapped her hand over her mouth immediately, but she couldn't take them back. "Er- not just sleeping together—" Thankfully, Sylvie felt Antonio's arm wrap around her shoulders. This reminded her that she was not alone, her boyfriend was right next to her full of support. "We're dating." Antonio finally confirmed what they have been hiding for weeks. Unlike Sylvie, he was looking pretty poised, until he made eye contact with his sister. Then he begun to act a little flustered. "We were going to let everyone know on Friday but.." He gave Sylvie a look. She stuck her tongue out at him as her reply, but then judging by Gabby's reaction, she should have chosen words. She was looking pretty scandalized. Sylvie switched her attention from Antonio to Gabby. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you. Honestly I was afraid of your response—" "How long?" Gabby interrupted her. "How long has this been going on?" "Um, almost a month." Sylvie warily told her friend. When her jaw dropped, Sylvie felt the need to quickly explain herself. "I was nervous, and also it was nice just having it be just between the two of us." She gestured to Antonio beside her, who gave her a smile. "Well, I can't lie, this does freak me out a little." Gabby admitted. She became silent, it was apparent that she was trying to find her words. Sylvie strengthened her squeeze on Antonio's hand, trying to maintain control of her nerves. "But I have noticed that you've been happier lately." Gabby mused, eyes shifting back and forth from Antonio and Sylvie. "Both of you." She added. "So you're okay with us being together?" Sylvie tentatively asked, unconsciously tightening her grip on Antonio. He let out a gasp of pain. "Damn it, Sylvie!" He cursed. "You have a tight hold!" Sylvie quickly let go of his hand. "Sorry!" Seeing her own brother in pain might have broken the ice, as Gabby began to snicker. "I'll have to get used to it, but yeah, I'm okay with it." Gabby shrugged, giving both a smile. "As long as you two are happy. And you don't make out or get all touchy-feely in front of me." She warned. "Deal." Sylvie took Antonio's drink to cling it against Gabby's, as she had left her's back at their table. However, what Atwater yelled out next solved that problem. "This calls for another round of drinks!" They all cheer to that. Sylvie leaned against Antonio's shoulder, feeling relief now that their relationship was public. He leaned down to brush his lips against her forehead. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" Sylvie couldn't help but sneak a peek at Gabby. Her paramedic partner was staring intently at her phone, ignoring what was going on in front of her. "Made it to be one hell of a stressful day." Sylvie admitted. "But now that it's out in the open, no, it isn't bad at all." "I told you it was going to be okay." He couldn't resist the urge to tease, to which Sylvie rolled her eyes. "And you were right." She turned her head to press a kiss against his jaw, before sitting back up to let Gabby stop playing on her phone and return to the conversation.