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hulijingemperor2 · 1 year

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Team D and A-Yao: *relaxing*

*A-Yao's attendants were fanning him*

Xue yang: Jiggy, you know A-Qing right.

Yao: ah yes, from Yi city.

Su she: isn't that your adoptive daughter.

Mo xuanyu: slash love child.

Xue yang: yea. She popped right out of me by the way. Xiao Daozhang could never because I have a healthier body than his.

Su she: xue yang, you run on candy 24/7.

Xue yang: cuz I'm on to something. Anyways, Jiggy, I hope you have a room in your palace for her.

Yao: of course! I love guests. Should I send a caravan for her?

Xue yang: nah, she doesn't like those fancy stuff. She rather travel and wreak havoc on people.

Yao: ohh *laughing* well good that she loves traveling. At least she will learn about certain cities and districts. I wish her a safe travel.

Xue yang: yea Jiggy. And I hope she wins a street fight.

Su she: she's maybe a year younger than Rusong right? The two would be great friends.

Xue yang: and make children.

Yao: *chokes on his tea*

*ignores* yes Shanshan, they'll be the best of friends

Mo xuanyu: awww. A-Qing and little Dianxia!

Xue yang: would she even like Song'er. Wait.... I think she might...cuz he's filthy rich.

Yao: yangyang, I don't believe that she would use up my son's money.

Xue yang: have you even met her. She would always ask me for money, then she would call me broke.

Yao: lol. She seems so witty like you.

Xue yang: yas! You'll love her.

She'll have you laughing.

Yao: great.

Ruosng and Xichen: *entering*

Hey team D, A-Die.

Yao: ohhh. Looks like Huanhuan got company.

Mo xuanyu: lipsy, what are you doing here?

Xue yang: A-Song, I thought that you got rid of him.

Yao: *glares at them*

Xichen: what?

Xue yang: Our Song'er was your distraction, lipsy.

Rusong: sorry Shizun. Team D begged me to help them.

But I really loved hanging out with you.

Xichen: ah, no problem Song'er. *pinches cheeks*

You're already cute anyways. And an exceptional guqin player.

Rusong: *smile* thank you!

Yao: why did you guys use Song'er as a distraction? *laughing*

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips could never say no to little Dianxia. Look at his face.

Xue yang: yea, Song'er was our only hope. How are we supposed to make out with Jiggy when we know Lan lips would walk in at any moment.

Su she: to snatch you away from us.

Yao: ahh. So he's team dimple's little mastermind.

Su she: yea. When it comes to chasing Lan lips away.

Yao: I see.

Anyways, what's up Huanhuan.

Xichen: *pulls him close* wanted to check up on you.

Yao: aww.

Xichen: did you stay hydrated? Did you do your paperwork and imperial affairs?

Yao: yes Huan. Don't worry. *hugs*

Xichen: *cups face* good, A-Yao. Don't stress ok.

*kisses* I came to check on you.

Su she: that's team dimple's job.

Mo xuanyu: get your own, Lan lips!

Xue yang: cringey Xichen.

Rusong: aiya, when will you guys love Shizun?

Mo xuanyu: when he leaves Yao gege alone.

Su she: when he doesn't exist.

Xue yang: hahahaha, love Lan lips? I'm unable to.

Su she: anyways Huangdi, deep down we kinda ship him with you. He's your property.

But team D loves you more!

Yao: aww.

Mo xuanyu: so what are your plans today, Yao gege?

Yao: I have to go meet some of my citizens.

You know, I got to check on them once in a while.

Su she: oh my. I'm always so astonished by you! You're truly a role model. Especially for little Dianxia.

Xue yang: xuanyu, he's simping again.

Mo xuanyu: I don't blame him. Yao gege is just waw!

Xichen: that's so sweet, A-Yao.

Yao: *smiling*

Rusong: have fun A-Die.

Yao: ah sure. Thank you darling.

Yao: team dimple. Do you want to come along.

Trio: YESSS JIGGY!!! OBVIOUSLY!!!

Su she: being in your presence is a blessing. *sniffles*

Xue yang: yay yay yay! Take me along with you!

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, I would love to. Agh, I think I'm going to get a nosebleed.

Yao: *opens fan* aw you little simps. Let's go.

Trio: *In a simping trance while following him*

Xichen: A-Yao is gorgeous.

Yao: *comes back, just to give Xichen a kiss* bye handsome.

Xichen: *blushing*

Rusong: oh gosh. *laughing* everyone is under A-Die's spell today.

Shizun, are you ok?

Xichen: I got to go organize his glove collection, and maybe sniff them a little......... I mean....yea I'm fine, Song'er.

Got to go.

Rusong: lol.

~~~

Jingjing imperial city 📍.

A-Yao and team dimple arrived in a caravan in Jingjing, then they set off on foot so that A-Yao can casually meet the folks again.

He loves meeting with his fox spirit citizens! Other than them asking him to visit, he would check up on them either on a Tuesday or a Friday. Twice (either of these days) per month.

Yao: *looking at a group of people grinding fine grains and sifting rice*

How lovely.

Waww! Greetings Huangdi.

Yao: are you planning to package these?

Yes. And we're going to sell them to Yunping and Tianwu markets.

Yao: *opens fan* ah, you're doing a great job.

You are too, Huangdi.

Yao: aww, really. Well it's good thay we appreciate each other. *smile* it helps the empire.

Definitely Huangdi.

Huangdi, I'm stressed. Two of my relatives were brutally killed.

Yao: oh my goodness. I'm so sorry.

Yes, and I don't know if it has to do with the Nies.

Not to gossip, but I heard that they kill fox spirits whenever they they claim a new district.

Yao: how dare they! Why can't they leave my hulijings alone!

Mo xuanyu: when would those guys behave themselves.

Xue yang: that huaisang doesn't have anything to do!

Su she: rest assured. Due to Huangdi's orders, hulijings are under the security of the Su Sect.

We're known for our stealthiness.

Ah thank you very much Huangdi and chief cultivator Su.

Yao: hm. Take care ok, and be careful.

I think about my fox spirits a lot.

As you wish Huangdi. Oh yes, I know that you care about us a lot.

Yao: *smile* yes. And all the best for your business.

Thank you Huangdi.

*walking through*

Xue yang: *eating a tanghulu* Jiggybun, do you want me to torture the Nies for you.

Yao: *sigh* not yet.

Su she: I'll have my sect members secure that district too. By the way, I don't think that district is part of your empire, yet your people need protection.

Yao: yes they do need protection..

Mo xuanyu: what if you claim that district as yours and jail the Nies. It's illegal to murder a hulijing in your empire.

Xue yang: I love it when you're sneaky.

Su she: got idea.

Mo xuanyu: I learnt it from Yao gege.

Yao: love that idea, but it may cause unnecessary drama.

Yao: you know some guangshan fanatics from Lanling had exploited fox spirits. But luckily I jailed them.

Lanling is mine and Zixuan's, so there's no uproar.

Mo xuanyu: yea, you can do whatever you want there!

Yao: exactly.

Su she: these people have the audacity to challenge the most powerful person in the Jianghu.

Yao: hmmm. Forget them.

Little fox spirit girl: Ma I want tanghulus!

Sorry darling but, I don't have any more money on me.

*disappointed* ok then....

Yao: *stops the tanghulu vendor* can I have one?

Vendor: *gasps* Huangdi!!!!! Omg! Take all. Is it for official xue?

Yao: *laughing* not this time*

Yao: *gives the young hulijing a tanghulu stick*

Little fox spirit girl: are you the emperor?

Yao: well yes, yes I am. But now I'm your Yao gege. *smiling*

That's so nice. Can I call you Yao gege?

Yao: mhm.

Girl's mom: Thank you Huangdi.

Yao: no problem.

Yao gege can I squish your dimples?

Yao: sure. *smile*

*squishes*

Little girl's mom: aw such a sweet Huangdi.

Su she: *wiping his nosebleed*

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege is always so stunning. These fox spirits are set for life.

Xue yang: heck yea. First they got a super hot Jiggy, and then Rusong.

Su she: exactly.

Huangdi and Dianxia are so sweet.

Xue yang: mini Jiggy will definitely slay.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege is really adorable.

Afterwards, they went near a silk factory, where silk fabrics are woven and dyed every day.

Shopkeeper Yu: greetings Huangdi! *bows*

Yao: please, forget the formalities.

Yu: it's so nice to see you, Huangdi.

I'll gift you with some fine silk fabric.

Yao: that will be delightful. Thank you.

Yu: how is our little Dianxia?

Yao: he's doing great.

Yu: you and Dianxia are very much adored by us.

Yao: thank you!

Yao: um, anyways, how's everything here, in this district? Anything you guys need help with.

Yu: no Huangdi. It looks like everyone is satisfied.

Yao: ok then. Good.

Take care.

Yu: yes. Here are your fabric, Huangdi.

Yao: thank you so much. It's very beautiful.

Yu: yea. It's the best in the Jianghu. We supply it to almost all your provinces.

Yao: that's so great.

Well I must take your leave. Nice to meet you.

Yu: nice to meet you too, Huangdi. I love how you interact with us.

Yao: *smile*

Team Dimple: Jiggy is so cute.

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #meng yao #part 2 #su she #the untamed #hulijing emperor 2

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milkybonya · 3 years

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donut test me

order 017, anon: large honey milk tea with pudding for Junghwan

Warning: swimming/water mentions, food mentions, some angst

Summary: an enemies to lovers!au where Junghwan hates his swimmer!classmate who always skips out on phys.ed, not knowing that they do something else with that extra time. (p.s. i'm sorry if you can't swim or don't like water :( i tried to think of other things but this au was just,, not leaving my brain so please don't read if you think it will make you sad or anxious okay?? take care of yourself first!)

[a/n] hahaha get it donut test me like do not test me but donut cause Junghwan likes donuts.... okay i'm sorry bye T.T

Junghwan sits down with Jaehyuk as they eat ramen in Jaehyuk's room. Noticing Junghwan is shaking his leg and seems to have something to say, Jaehyuk encourages him to speak.

"It's just... so unfair!! Why do they always skip out on phys. ed when everyone else has to run laps and do push-ups and-"

Jaehyuk puts his chopsticks down with a sigh, startling the younger boy.

"How many times have we talked about this already? All you can talk about is this person and how much you hate their guts because they skip phys. ed... is it really that deep?"

Junghwan intakes a sharp breath of air.

"You just don't get it, okay! I'll eat somewhere else," Junghwan says, but the boy leaves his bowl of food behind and slams the front door, going on a walk.

Jaehyuk would follow behind him, but he can tell the boy needs some space to clear his head.

"I'll worry and call him if he's not home in an hour..." Jaehyuk says to himself.

Outside, Junghwan walks slowly, lost in his thoughts and trying to figure out his feelings.

When Junghwan switched schools and entered the school you had been attending, he didn't pay too much attention to you. All he knew was that you sat in the back, were quiet and often dozed off but still tried your best when you weren't asleep. You always wore a tracksuit jacket over your uniform and zipped it up all the way, playing with the zipper when you were lost in your thoughts.

Okay, so clearly Junghwan observed you a lot, but he couldn't help it! There was just something... different about you. And that annoyed him, which made you annoy him.

That's how his hatred for you began, which slowly grew and developed over time, especially when he noticed that you were never in phys.ed. That was his favourite class, and not being able to see you there, breaking a sweat like everyone else bothered him.

What made you so special that you could just skip out on phys. ed? He wondered this all the time and it made him hate you.

You were oblivious. All you knew was that this new kid was a jerk, always bumping into you purposely when you crossed paths in the hallways, always rolling his eyes at you, glaring at you when you weren't looking at him and then looking the other way when you caught him... he was weird. And rude. But you ignored him because you had better things to think about.

The next day, Junghwan wakes up knowing he's decided on a course of action. He'll follow you when you leave after your last class before phys.ed to see where the heck you go.

Smiling to himself as he eats his breakfast, he makes Jaehyuk, who shuffles into the kitchen sleepily to drink water, think that Junghwan has gotten over his hate for his classmate. Little does he know how very wrong he is.

At school, Junghwan does not take his eyes off you, not wanting to keep you out of his sight. You notice someone is staring at you all day, but shrug it off and continue on as you usually do, talking with your friends before and after classes, and doing your best to stay awake during them.

Before phys.ed, you leave the math class just like everyone else does, except you make a right instead of a left. Junghwan does not miss this and carefully follows after you. He watches you pull out a duffel bag from your locker.

Hm, with a bag like that, aren't they going to phys.ed? Junghwan asks himself.

But you then continue down the hall, further away from the gym. When you begin walking down a staircase, Junghwan thinks you might actually be walking to the gym, but again, on the ground floor, you walk in a completely different direction. He's completely puzzled until he notices you walking towards a door that teachers and students alike have told you to never enter. Seeing you open those doors and step inside so comfortably makes Junghwan want to call out and stop you out of fear you'll get hurt or in trouble, but he stops himself, wondering why he even cares about you.

The smell of chlorine fills the hallway, and Junghwan decides to follow after you, not wanting to lose you.

The chlorine stench is even stronger past the doors, and he can hear lockers slamming as you get changed - although Junghwan doesn't realize what's happening. He simply walks straight ahead, not knowing where he's going until he's reached the entrance of a whole swimming pool!

The water glistens before him, completely still. His mouth is agape - why is this pool off-limits?

He hears your footsteps and hides behind a rack of pool items, watching through the cracks as you walk to the edge of the pool, pat yourself down and jump in. It takes a few seconds before you surface, but as soon as you do, you begin to swim slowly.

Junghwan watches you swim lap after lap without stopping, amazed at your endurance and skill. His jaw drops as, after you rest and stretch out of the pool for a bit, you enter and begin sprinting to the other end, swimming so fast that the motion of your arms and legs are like a blur.

"So Junghwan, please report to the gym immediately. So Junghwan, please report to the gym immediately."

Junghwan looks up at the speaker where the P.A sound came from, sighs and quickly leaves the pool.

Just as you finish your last lap, you look up to see someone's back as they leave the pool, not knowing who it is.

"Junghwan, why did you skip phys.ed?! That's your favourite class, you never do that," Hyunsuk tells Junghwan as they sit in the school office side by side.

The school phoned Junghwan's dorm after he was absent for the first 30 minutes of class, and Hyunsuk came rushing to see what was happening.

"I'm so sorry, but Junghwan is never like this, and I promise that it will never happen again," Hyunsuk tells the admin in the office.

Junghwan winces at Hyunsuk's words, knowing that it will indeed happen again because... Junghwan wants to watch you swim again.

From then on, Junghwan makes 3 bathroom breaks every phys.ed class just to watch you swim. He tells him teacher he has a bladder problem - of course the teacher doesn't believe him, but knowing he's a good student, he lets him go anyway.

You start noticing Junghwan after some time but never approach him, wondering if he'll ever speak to you first. He never does, and you never have the energy to talk to him until one day when your condition is bad and you feel embarrassed that you're being watched.

You end your lap and hop out of the pool, staring straight ahead at the wall on the far side opposite you.

"Hey, come out. I know you're there," you say.

After a moment of total silence, you repeat it, but louder, until a shy Junghwan slowly shuffles out from behind the pool equipment rack.

"Why do you always come here and watch me swim?"

"I-I don't-"

You sigh, not wanting to hear a silly excuse.

"Listen I'm not going to scold you or anything cause I don't really care, but my condition is really bad today so I'm extra pissed," you say truthfully.

Junghwan stays silent before mumbling an apology.

You bite your lip while looking at him, then hop out of the pool.

"It's fine. Practice is over for me anyways," you say, but Junghwan notices that you're leaving the pool fifteen minutes earlier than you usually do.

On your way home that day, you feel a little bad. Things weren't going your way and you took it out on Junghwan... but then, why you care? He's always such a jerk to you and deserved it. Still, though, he looked like he really felt bad when you scolded him.

Yet you decide to treat him better if he shows up the next day.

Which he doesn't.

He doesn't show up the next day, or the day after that. You find yourself waiting for him, not being able to focus and checking the pool entrance nonstop. It frustrates you, as your practice time is being wasted. You're a swimmer preparing to join the junior national team, given time out of phys.ed to practice because the school doesn't have a swimming coach and they trust you to figure things out on your own.

Yet Junghwan is present at school - you see him at all of your other lockers. He doesn't follow you around or stare at you anymore, and it makes you angry.

As he's getting his things from his locker a few days later, you slam your fist on the locker next to his, making him jump.

"Where have you been?" you ask.

"What do you mean?" he asks back.

"You haven't been coming... to watch me anymore," you say, feeling embarrassed.

"Because you didn't want me to," Junghwan responds, laughing slightly. You don't know if he's laughing at your embarrassed state or laughing in a way where he's wondering why you would even dare to ask such a thing.

"I never said that. I just said my condition wasn't good that day," you say, truthfully.

Junghwan remains silent, staring into his locker.

You poke his shoulder.

"You better be there tomorrow," you say before walking away.

Junghwan smiles slightly when you turn your back on him, holding his arm in the spot you touched it.

"Junghwan!" you yell from the pool as he approaches sheepishly.

He awkwardly says hi and waves, not used to your excitement. To be honest, you aren't used to it either.

"Come closer," you tell him, and he meets you at the edge of the pool.

"Do you want to try it?" you ask.

"Try what?"

"Swimming."

He stays quiet, thinking it over in your head.

You point at him.

"You're wearing your phys.ed clothes already. Just come in in those," you say.

Junghwan flashes you an awkward smile and he leans to the side, showing he's still not sure.

"I'll help you," you say, smiling up at him.

"... okay," he finally agrees.

He enters through the shallow end of the pool, complaining about the cool temperature of the water as soon as he dips his toes in.

"It's really cold!" he yelps.

All of his squirming makes him lose his balance, and you reach out to hold his hand so he won't fall. Both of you are so focused on making sure Junghwan gets in the pool safely that you don't even pay attention to the skinship. Or your hearts that are racing so quickly because of it

"Careful, careful down the ladder," you say.

He winces as he gets lower in the water until eventually his feet touch the bottom. He giggles and it makes you smile.

"So... what do we do first?" he asks you.

"Well... learning how to float is the most important thing. The way I learned was, I laid on my back like a starfish and my teacher held me from underneath until eventually I could do it without them having to hold me.

"On my back? I'm a little scared," Junghwan admits.

"Look, I'll show you first," you say, floating on your back and demonstrating.

"You just make it look easy," Junghwan says with a pout, but you firmly shake your head.

He gives in with a sigh and leans backward on your hands which hold him up.

"Ahhh the water in my ears sounds so weird!" Junghwan points out, laughing widely.

"You're doing great," you mumble, smiling down at him and moving a strand of hair out of his eye.

His eyes look away and his hands turn into fists as he feels your touch. He feels... loved. And warm even though the pool is so cold.

"I'll move my hands away slightly, see if you can try to float. It's all about relaxing, trusting the water. Don't get tense and don't hold your breath," you say as you slowly move away your hands.

But Junghwan's body reflexively stiffens and he begins to sink until you quickly hold him up again.

"Are you okay?" you ask, your eyes wide with worry.

"Yeah... cause you're here," he says a little shyly.

After teaching a boy you previously disliked for no real reason how to kind of float in water, you realize that all of your practice time has gone to waste, so you quickly sprint a few laps to make up for it as Junghwan watches you from the deck. He dries off his hair as he does so.

The next day, you tell Junghwan to join you again, but he shakes his head.

"You need to focus on your swimming, [y/n]."

"But-"

"I'll only come in for five minutes if you can do 40 laps in 20 minutes," Junghwan says.

Before he even finishes his sentence, you dive in and swim at a steady pace to finish it in time, and of course you do. You are a hidden star athlete after all.

When Junghwan joins you this time, he fills the place with his laughter as he tries to chase after you while running in the water as you swim away.

"Please just let me get you once!" he begs.

So you run with him and you chase each other around the pool until Junghwan tells you your five minutes are up and you have to practice again. You catch him as he says this though, wrapping your arms around the boy's waste and making him blush and stop talking mid-sentence.

Every day passes just like that, with the two of you exchanging nothing but small smiles and nods in class, but spending phys.ed together in the pool, Junghwan cheering you on as you train and you doing your best.

"You'll watch me at my swim meet, right?" you always ask Junghwan as the date begins to near.

"You know I will," he tells you each time.

And when the day finally comes, he's there in the bleachers, watching you walk up standing tall and looking confident despite feeling like a nervous wreck inside. You search for his face and find him, smiling and sending you a small wave.

It's all you need to remind you to breathe as you step up on the block and await the cue to get ready, then go. You dive in smoothly, dolphin kick for as long and far as you can before surfacing and beginning to sprint.

Not focusing on any of the lanes around you, you give it your all and just enjoy the feeling of you moving swiftly through the water as Junghwan cheers you on, and boy does he cheer you on.

He yells so loudly that it drowns out everyone else, and after you touch the wall on your final lap and raise your head, you can hear his booming voice yelling that you've done a good job.

The scoreboard confirms this, as you've come in first, and all you can do it smile down at the water, knowing your hard work paid off.

From the bleachers, Junghwan is ecstatic that you've come in first. He keeps wanting to turn to everyone around him and tell them that you're his s/o and you came in first... but you're not his s/o and now he doesn't even know what's wrong with him - why does he want you to be his s/o? Wait... he wants you to be his s/o?

When you're able to meet Junghwan for dinner at a fast food place later - your first meeting outside of school - he seems dazed and nervous. You keep asking him if he's okay as he fidgets with his hands, and all he can say is 'yes'... but something is clearly on his mind. So you wait for him to speak up first instead, and he does.

"Listen, [y/n], I know this may be really weird because... we don't even properly know each other yet, and I'm worried I'll ruin our friendship if I say this and it doesn't go well but... it's taking over my mind and I can't just forget about it anymore. [y/n]... I've realized that I like you and I want to date you."

Your silence causes him to keep rambling.

"I want to call you mine... like even at the meet I just wanted to tell everyone that you're mine and you won but-"

You put a piece of chicken in his mouth and he blinks at you.

"Let me answer, dammit. Sure, I'll date you. As long as we get to see each other outside of phys.ed class and outside of school," you say, looking down and eating so Junghwan won't see your excited eyes.

Junghwan laughs, poking your knee with his finger under the table.

"Of course we'll see each other outside of phys.ed and school..." he says, giggling to himself with joy.

Later, when he tells Jaehyuk that he's dating the person who he hated for skipping phys.ed, you can bet Jaehyuk teases Junghwan to no end. Why? Because he saw this coming. Of course he'd fall for you, because Jaehyuk knows who you are. You're the school's star athlete, known for using phys.ed time to train. Of course innocent little Junghwan, who very rarely hates anyone, would end up falling for you, hard. And he does, of course.

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princessphilly · 3 years

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All Bets Are Off Chapter 12

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CW: smut, filthy talk

This is a bit of a filler chapter, sorry.

“Are you going to miss me?”

Nina didn’t even look up from her iPad. It was so annoying yet adorable at the same time, how Sidney was desperately trying to get her to tell him how much she was going to miss him.

“Um, I think you’re going to miss me more than I’ll miss you,” Nina finally replied. She grinned as Sidney huffed.

The first month of the new year had passed by pretty quickly to Nina. After being together for New Year’s Eve, Nina and Sid separated as the Pens had to finish off their road trip. Nina stayed in Miami for Jason’s game before taking an extra week just for herself. It was nice to have a bit of a vacation, especially when Lauren flew down. Nina basically enjoyed being on the beach, hanging out with a close friend, and shopping.

The morning of New Year’s Day, after having their first breakfast together of the new year, Sid had given Nina a card. Nina was shocked to see a credit card with her name on it and she had tried to give it back but Sid had insisted. “You don’t treat yourself enough, pretty girl,” he had firmly stated. So Nina took advantage of it to treat herself a bit.

By the time she came back to Pittsburgh, Sidney’s road trip was over but Nina’s semester had started. They had a couple of weeks where they spent time together as much as possible before the Pens had another short road trip. Now, Sidney was on his way to the Olympics in Beijing for their longest separation so far.

Sidney finally had his bag packed the way that he liked it. Glancing at Nina laying on their, um, his bed, he drawled, “Are you sure you aren’t going to miss me?”

Nina looked up and giggled. “You hog the sheets, Sidney. And you’re like a furnace when you sleep.”

Sidney walked over to the bed, crouching over Nina. “Hurting my feelings right before I have to take a long flight. Tsk tsk.”

“Your flight leaves tomorrow. You’re just making sure you are totally prepared tonight. Stop being so dramatic, Sidney Crosby.”

Sidney smirked as he brushed a hand down Nina’s front. She was clothed, wearing one of his t-shirts. “Still, Nina.

“Still, Sidney.”

Nina stuck out her tongue at Sidney as he giggle-honked. Sidney brushed an errant strand of hair off of Nina’s forehead as he whispered, “I wish you were coming.”

“It was too short of a notice to take almost three weeks off, Sid,” Nina murmured. “Plus, hasn’t it always just been your family attending the Olympics?”

“Yes?”

Nina smiled. “Then, I would be breaking your tradition and your superstitions-”

Sidney opened his mouth to disagree but Nina put a finger over it. “Don’t even start, we both know how important ALL of your superstitions are. Even if you wouldn’t say it, if you lose without a gold medal and I'm there, part of you would be wondering. So quit the bullshit, Sidney.”

Sidney gave Nina a chagrined smile as she laughed at him. She was right, as always.

“Sid, it’ll be fine. You’re lucky I’m a morning person, you can call me crazy early here and I’ll pick up,” Nina reasoned.

Sidney pouted a bit. “I finally got you to actually date me, I don’t want to be separated from you for that long.”

“How cute, Mr. Obsessed-with-Hockey has become soft in his old age.”

Nina squealed when Sidney tickled her, squirming. “Okay, okay, you’re allowed to become soft!”

Sidney gave Nina a soft smile and she gulped. Something shifted in that look and Nina felt like there was something new.

Sidney bit his lip as Nina nervously laughed. In that moment, the pure joy on Nina’s face as she squealed while he tickled her, Sidney was sure that he loved her. He loved Nina. But this was the wrong time to admit that. So he chuckled and said, “If I’m soft, it’s only because of you.”

Nina stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Sidney chose not to respond to that statement, instead choosing to slide his lips over hers. Soft and sweet, exploratory as they kissed, not their usual hungry kisses. Then Nina wrapped a leg around Sidney’s waist and the mood changed.

Nina ended the kiss first, whispering, “I can feel that someone is going to really miss me.”

“Going to miss you so much,” Sidney replied, grinding his hips into Nina’s core. “Let me show you.”

Nina gasped as Sidney sucked along her neck, just light enough not to leave any marks. “Gonna give you something to remember while I’m gone,” Sidney promised as his hands went under her shirt before pulling it off.

Nina grinned before moaning as Sidney began to do exactly what he promised to do.

Sidney sighed as he sent the text. Everything was going great, even after a couple of hiccups in their first group stage games. This year, it was obvious to Sidney that this was going to be the last Olympics for him. Except for him, Tazer, Bergy, Tanger, Webs, Price, and Giroux, all of the other players on the team were under 30. Sidney saw his job as captain this year to not just get one more gold, but get the younger guys ready to take over.

Right now, they were getting ready to play against Germany, their first game after the group stage, the real games. It was before pregame; the players whose families had come to Beijing were giving well-wishes. At this moment, Sidney wished Nina was here with him instead of home in Pittsburgh.

His phone pinged and Sidney relaxed when he saw the message: its midnight here. Good luck. Im g2g2 sleep. Bye

That message was quickly followed by another one: why the hell did they schedule yall for so fucking late? figured canada would be primetime here

Sidney laughed when he saw Nina’s message. Giroux looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Must be the elusive girlfriend.”

Giroux’s wife elbowed him, causing him to say ow. Sidney snickered; they may be teammates for Team Canada but their truce was still a fragile truce. Ryanne Giroux said, “I heard Nina’s very sweet and kind.”

“Oh?”

Sidney was suddenly very curious. Blithely, Ryanne replied, “You know as well as I do it’s a small league. People only have the kindest things to say about her.”

Relaxing a bit, Sidney grinned. “Nina’s pretty fucking amazing. I’m lucky she likes me.”

“Oh God, he’s talking about Nina again.”

Sidney’s grin turned into a smile as Tanger clasped him on the back. Tanger continued, “It took five years-”

“Five years,” Giroux asked as Sidney groaned. “Stop giving him chirp material.”

Ryanne snickered as Sidney’s phone pinged again; kris says ur bragging about me again?

“Really, Tanger, really?”

Kris laughed as Sidney narrowed his eyes. “Calm down, Sid.”

Before Sidney could reply, Nina sent him another text: score a hat trick

Sidney gave his phone a soft smile. It was time to get focused for the game, so Sidney put his phone away as soon as he went back into the locker room.

Nina cracked an eye open. The time difference was a motherfucker; it was 5:45 am but 5:45pm. Yawning, Nina sat up in her bed as she accepted the call from Sid.

“Nina, really?”

“Good morning to you,” Nina yawned.

Sid slightly frowned. Nina was wearing a team USA t-shirt. Her shorts were blue. Even her sleep bonnet was blue.

“I’m not Canadian, Sid.”

“Stilll-“

Nina smirked as she shook her head. “No, I’m not rooting for you. Score as many goals as you want, I’m Team USA.”

Sidney scowled as Nina laughed. “It’s not even like the US made the gold medal game!”

Nina was disappointed in Team USA. She was hoping they would make it to the gold medal game but they were going to go against Finland for Bronze. Tomorrow, at 8am Beijing Time, 8pm EST, Canada was going against Sweden for gold.

“Still, you should be rooting for me.”

“I am,” Nina reasoned. “I want you to score all the goals. But, I just cannot root for Canada, yet.”

“Yet.”

Nina looked up to the ceiling before yawning again. Sidney was in a snit. She felt a tiny bit bad for Sweden because they were going to get it. But that wasn’t her problem. “Seriously, good luck, Sidney.”

“Thank you, Nina.”

Nina blew Sidney a kiss and he pretended to catch it. Then he licked his lips. “How many days did you take off when I get back?”

“Three, Sidney. Just three.”

Nina couldn’t help the rush of heat in her center when Sidney drawled, “I don’t plan to let you out of my house then.”

“Win the damn gold then,” Nina snapped.

Sidney chuckled, saying, “You’re ready to go back to sleep then. Sweet dreams, Nina.”

“Bye, Sid.”

Nina looked down at her phone. There were three messages, long messages, all from Sid. She took in a deep, fortifying breath. Canada had one gold and Sidney had two goals. From the highlights, it seemed like Sidney was on a mission the whole game. Sighing, Nina pressed play on the first one. It was just a noisy celebration, nothing big until Sidney started talking. His talking was garbled at first and Nina laughed when she realized that he was drunk off his ass when he called her.

The second voicemail started just as garbled, then Nina heard Sidney clearly say, “I’m so happy we won, I still wish you were here, you’re my new lucky charm, pretty girl. Fuck, I love you so much, pretty girl, you make everything better now that you’re mine.”

The next one was just sappy as the second, but Sidney was definitely somewhere quieter with this one. But he was also just as drunk, as he ended by saying, “I wanna fuck you when I get back, with you wearing my gold, pretty girl. This gold is almost as pretty as you.”

Nina ruefully laughed, already expecting apologetic texts from Sidney when he was sober. But for the rest of the day, the thought lingered in her mind, the idea that Sidney loved her. However, her patients kept Nina busy and she didn’t get a moment to really ruminate on that. Then, Nina went over to Karesha’s house to babysit her play nephew, AJ, as Karesha went out with her boyfriend.

Within an hour of leaving, Karesha came back in, heated as she slammed the door. AJ commented, “He must have made Mom mad again.”

“AJ, please go upstairs and play with your Legos, Mommy needs to talk to Aunt Nina,” Karesha asked, trying hard to control her voice.

AJ quickly ran up the stairs, loudly closing the door to his room. Karesha flopped on the couch, kicking off her expensive heels. “Fuck men.”

Nina got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. Pour shots, she passed one to Karesha before sitting back down next to her friend. Karesha gratefully smiled before downing the shot.

“I’m tired of this shit. I told him it was over through text. How dare he say he’s coming up to Pittsburgh before spring training and then text me after I get to the restaurant to say he’s not coming after all. I’m done. I can’t.”

Nina murmured sympathetically, “Fuck him.”

“I’m so glad I never brought him around AJ though,” Karesha stated. “He had the nerve to say I spent too much time with my kid when I told him it was over.”

Nina’s eyes widened at that statement. “What are you supposed to do? Parent him less?”

Thoughts about Sidney were forgotten as Nina consoled her friend. Deciding to sleep over, Nina woke up early in the morning on the couch, several texts from Sidney waiting for her. Nina quickly scanned over them, starting with a text telling Nina his flight was about to come in to the last one asking if everything was okay. Nina sent him a message: friend had a crisis, be over around 10

It was early, around 7am so Nina didn’t expect to get a response. But Sidney replied: everything ok?

As ok as it’s gonna be, don’t worry, Nina sent back before straightening up Karesha’s living room. She then slipped out, locking the door from the inside.

“Gonna get you full with my cum, pretty girl. Fuck, look at you, your pussy already trying to milk my cum.”

Nina groaned as she watched Sid fuck her, claiming her. Her legs were over his shoulders, allowing Sidney to fuck her deep. “You missed me, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” Nina managed to say. He was fucking her so good, each stroke hitting her g-spot. It was like Sidney returned as a man on a mission.

“I missed you. Dreamed of you every night, Nina,” Sidney rasped.

“Mmmm.”

Nina no longer had words, she could feel her high coming. Then she felt Sidney’s fingers, just two fingers on her clit and it was enough to send her over the edge. Nina screamed, her nails digging into Sidney’s back. That was enough to get Sidney to reach his high as well, his grunts wordless as he came.

Nina sighed as Sidney withdrew, already sad at feeling empty. Sidney sat back on his haunches, watching as his cum started to leak out of Nina’s pussy. “I’ll never get enough of seeing that,” he remarked as he played with Nina’s clit. “Just for me, pretty girl.”

Moaning, Nina closed her eyes. She was sensitive but she felt herself respond to Sidney’s fingers. Then his fingers were replaced with his tongue, his fingers fucking his cum deeper inside of her pussy and the time for rational thought was gone.

Six weeks later

Nina sighed as she rifled through her bag for the keys to her apartment. Today was her thirty-first birthday and for some reason, she felt weird. ‘Maybe it’s because I’m now on the other side of thirty,’ Nina thought to herself.

The morning began with happy birthday texts from friends, birthday calls from Mom and Dad, and a facetime call with Jason. Sidney had sent her a funny meme birthday text but nothing else. Nina knew she shouldn’t feel too bad; the Pens were trying to solidify their playoff spot in the division and her birthday, April 5, fell right at the end of the season. As she opened the door, Nina hoped that Sid would at least do something once the playoffs were over. At the same time, it felt weird that she wasn’t going out with her parents either.

Just her luck that for the first time she was in a relationship around her birthday, her boyfriend had reasons not to take her out. Nina sniffled as she turned on the light.

“SURPRISE!!”

Nina gasped as Sidney, Kris, Geno, Anna, Catherine, Taylor, Alex, Victoria, Mario, Nathalie, Guentzy, Tristan, Hannah, Karesha, AJ, Lauren, her mom and dad, and Aryanna jumped out. Eyes wide, Nina burst into tears.

“Oh no, what’s wrong pretty girl,” Sidney replied, folding Nina into his arms.

Nina sniffled as she cried, “I thought everyone forgot my birthday!”

“I told you she wasn’t going to take it well,” Karesha muttered as Lauren kicked her. “Girl, be happy he did this all for you when he could be extra obsessive about the playoffs.”

Nina cut her eyes at Karesha before getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Sid’s cheek. “Thank you, Sid.”

The pictures of that night were put into a small scrapbook. Nina didn’t understand Sidney’s love for documenting memories in such a dramatic way but it was nice to look back at the memories in book form instead of having to scroll through her phone. Playoffs were now starting though so Nina was sure that would be the last carefree time until the playoffs were over, this time hopefully with another cup.

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 3 years

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Though It Ain't 1955

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none this is just a meetcute fic lol

Genre: fluff- straight fluff

Summary: Bucky meets the reader on a time travel recon mission and resigns to never seeing her again- until he does. (inspired by the song 1955 by The Cobb except I didn't want to make it angsty so consider it very loosely based)

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Bucky cannot believe what's happening right now. I mean he's seen sci-fi movies, courtesy of the spider kid and Sam and their long list of pop culture recommendations, and he knows that time is not to be messed with. Not once has time travel ever gone well in the movies. It always causes some crazy problems because of the thing they call The Butterfly Effect and yet, here he is. Walking through a bar in 1955 tracking down a HYDRA agent who jumped through a wormhole to escape the Avengers with a hostage. Now he and Steve are doing recon in the past. But as absolutely absurd as this is Bucky can't help but take in the sights around him, marveling at this glimpse of part of the life he was supposed to live.

"So this is post-World War II America." Steve hums.

"Man I haven't worn suspenders in ages." Bucky says snapping the band of the black elastics.

"Yeah- I bet it would've been cool to live through the fifties, don't you think Buck?" He asks.

"It- sure is something. But this isn't our world anymore and we certainly didn't come here to lament about what we should've had. We gotta find this Hydra guy." Bucky says.

"Of course." Steve nods, eyes scanning the crowd.

"There he is." Bucky nods towards him.

"Alright, I'm going in. We have to be careful not to draw too much attention to ourselves or to him." Steve says.

"I'll be on standby." Bucky slaps his back and finds a wall to blend into. Bucky watches as Steve closes in on the target giving Bucky the chance to intercept the hostage as Steve managed to remove the agent from the building.

"Hello, I'm Bucky. It's alright, you're safe now." Bucky says to the shaken up man.

"T-thank you Bucky." The man says. Bucky nods as he ushers the man outside.

"Once Steve returns we'll get you back to our time and you can get checked out by some members of the Avengers medical team." Bucky explains.

"Okay." The man says. Steve returns shortly with the HYDRA agent restrained.

"Alright, there's a specific location we have to get to in order to go back, it's not far, a couple of blocks from here. Let's go." Steve drags the HYDRA agent down the street, the hostage follows and Bucky stays at the tail end of the group.

The sound of bubbling laughter causes Bucky to look around as the four of them enter a different neighborhood. Before he can spot the source of the sound he hears a soft 'oof' as he feels something collide with him. You were so busy talking to your friends as you walked out of the dive bar you didn't realize until it was too late and you were crashing into what you thought was a wall. Well until the wall's arms shoot out to steady you before you fall.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry!" You say stepping back and shaking your head a little. Bucky can't help but take in your appearance, brown eyes, dark curly hair and a red polka dot dress.

"You okay doll?" He asks you. Your face heats slightly at the sound of his voice.

"I-I'm alright, thank you. Sorry for bumping into you like that." You mutter.

"Don't worry about it," he trails off in a way that signals you to fill in with your name.

"Y/n. I'm y/n." You say.

"Y/n- pretty girl with a pretty name to match." He smiles at you.

"Thank you." You reply shyly.

"I'm, James, James Barnes." He says holding out a hand.

"It's- it's nice to meet you James." You say intending to shake his outstretched hand.

"The pleasure is all mine." He says turning your wrist to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You let out a barely audible gasp.

"Y/N!! Come on!!" Your friends wave you over from further up the road.

"Oh- I um, excuse me I have to go. Bye James." You smile once more before running off to catch up with your friends.

"Y/n what the hell were you doing talking to that white boy?" Your friend asks looping her arm through yours.

"I accidentally bumped into him." You say looking over your shoulder as he catches up with Steve and their travel companions.

"Y/n remember what time we're in. It's the 50s! You have to be more careful talking to white folk around here. Next thing we know we find you hanging from a tree tarred and feathered or something and if that happens-"

"I know Mel! If something finite happens to me here I can't fix it when we go back to the present. It's alright! We're done here after tomorrow anyway." You tug her along to your next destination.

"Thank goodness we're leaving tomorrow. I'm tired of the 50s." Mel huffs.

"Well yeah, we're Black, America is segregated, remind me to never come back in time again. We should fuck around and go to the future next time."

"Y/n we're here for something specific. But you're right we're never coming back in time again." Mel nods.

"Yo Buck, you okay?" Sam waves his hand in front of his friend's face.

"He's been spacey all week." Nat shrugs.

"No I haven't." Bucky frowns.

"Yes you have." Nat says.

"Something happen on your recon mission?" Sam asks.

"Is this about that dame that ran into you Buck?" Steve asks.

"No." Bucky rolls his eyes. Yes.

"What dame?" Nat asks.

"Some girl- she bumped into Bucky while we were heading to our rendezvous point. They talked for a short while." Steve explains.

"You lovesick Buck?" Sam grins like the Cheshire cat.

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't even know the girl. And she's from the 50s." Bucky scoffs.

"Aw Bucky- never knew you were the love at first sight type." Nat says.

"Did you even hear what I said?" Bucky looks at her incredulously.

"Yeah but the look on your face tells a different story." Nat shrugs.

"It's not a bad thing to admit you have a crush." Steve frowns.

"I don't have a crush. I spoke to her for less than 5 minutes and she's from decades ago. She might not even be alive anymore." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Morbid." Sam mutters.

"Don't be ridiculous she's probably alive, I would guess she's in her 70s or 80s, 90s at most." Steve hums.

"What did she look like?" Nat asks.

"She had dark curls that sat on top of her head and really pretty brown skin-"

"She's a sister?! Man- now ain't that something." Sam laughs.

"Her eyes were dark brown, like smokey quartz. I bet they look like honey in the sun." Bucky mumbles.

"Oh you got it bad!" Nat laughs.

"Fuck off Nat." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Alright well you've been moping around like a kicked puppy for long enough. Let's go to that coffee shop you're always at. Get you out of the tower." Nat says dragging the super soldier out of his chair.

"Nat-" he groans.

"You boys too, come on." She gestures for Steve and Sam to follow. The four of them make the two block walk from the tower to a local coffee shop that Buck went to regularly.

"This shop is cute!" Nat says as the group walks up to the entrance.

"Yeah, it's a nice place. Plus the coffee is pretty good." Bucky says looking back at her as he opens the door. Before he can actually enter the shop he hears a soft 'oof' as he feels something collide with him. You were looking through your bag as you left the coffee shop to catch up with your friends. You didn't realize until it was too late and you were crashing into what you thought was a wall. Well until the wall's arms shoot out to steady you before you fall.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry!" You say stepping back and shaking your head a little.

"You okay doll?" He asks you, a vague sense of deja vu settling over him as he looks at you. You blink at him curiously, wondering why this feels so familiar.

"I-I'm alright, thank you. Sorry for bumping into you like that." You mutter.

"Y/n! You comin!?" Your friend Melissa yells to get your attention. Bucky's eyes snap to her before looking back to you. There's no way.

"Yeah!" You yell back.

"What did she just call you?" Bucky asks.

"Uh- my name- Y/n?" You frown, confused.

"Son of a bitch." He mutters.

"Excuse me?" You blink.

"Uh- excuse my language it's just-" Bucky pauses unsure, "I'm James- James Barnes." He says. Your eyes widen as it clicks.

"Holy shit." You whisper, "wait but- how is that possible? You were-"

"So were you! How did you-"

"Y/n! We're gonna be late!" Melissa yells again. You glance at her and huff before looking back at him.

"I- I'm sorry, I have to go." You frown. You dig through your bag for a moment, pulling out a pen and a sticky note, scribbling on it before handing it over to James. "Here- my phone number. If you want meet without me crashing into you." You smile."It was nice meeting you, James." You call before running off to catch up with your friends.

"By gods that was her." Steve says.

"Wait what?!" Nat looks at you.

"How is that possible?" Sam frowns.

"No idea, but I plan to find out." Bucky says.

"She was very pretty though." Nat says.

"Yeah." Bucky says looking over at you as you walk away with your friends.

"What was that about?" Melissa asks.

"You're not gonna believe this- but that's the guy from the 50s." You tell her.

"Sorry what?! That white boy you ran into outside the bar?" She frowns.

"Yes!" You nod.

"But how is that even-"

"I didn't realize it before but it's obvious seeing him with the others- he's an Avenger."

"Seriously??" She looks over her shoulder at the group.

"Yeah- he used to be the Winter Soldier from what I remember in the news. I can't believe I ran into him again."

"Seems like you two are tied to each other." She nudges you.

"Maybe. Only time will tell." You say with a small smile. Mel squeals with laughter as the two of you walk towards your next destination.

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#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fluff

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we-dragons · 3 years

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 8 Damian x reader

The school is shut down for a week ironically because of an attack by The Joker and Two-Face, that Robin and his team took down. The teachers sent out a notice with homework attached and told us to stay inside. Nightmare came back somewhere in the morning I couldn't tell the time because I apparently fell asleep along with Boy Wonder before the end of season 1 of The Highlander. I gently placed him down on the couch, gotten dressed, and made some breakfast, I only had eggs so I made some scrambled and put them on a plate for him and me. Nightmare got the last of the bacon. I put a plate over Robins while I ate mine sitting at the small table in the kitchen going over my homework. Sadly I finished my homework before my eggs and they have gone cold. I silently morn my eggs eating the cold carcass. "You stare any harder at that screen and you might break it." I jump, my head shoots upwards and I sigh, but then my eyes drop on my cat. My jaw drops the furball is purring in the arms of a masked stranger who is petting his head. Robin was petting my cat holding him like a baby and the demon is purring. Robin still had his eyes, and limbs not even a bite mark was seen on his skin.

"You traitor, you barely know him." I playful scold the feline, he meows nuzzling his face in Robin's chest.

"Your monster seems friendly."

"Nightmare looks like he's been introduced to catnip."

"Just a few scratches here and there." He smirks taking a seat next to me."Thank you for breakfast."

"Mhm." I turn back to the screen, "Will you be going back today Robin?"

"I might."

"Hmm." I finish the last problem for today closing the device, "Well I have to go to work, your welcome to stay if you want." I smooth out my clothes tossing one last look at the melting ball of fur. I quirk an eyebrow but move out to the door. I stop Halfway through the doorway and look back putting on my meanest face. "If you break a single window in my home I will find where ever you are and break you. Bye Nightmare, love you, I'll be back in a few hours."

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"Nightmare! I'm back!" my keys skitter across the floor but no black fur is seen. He's still in the arms of Robin though it's not Robin, Green eyes. My stomach sinks and my mouth goes dry. "Damian?" His is just as much shock as me, he puts down Nightmare and rushes to me the door slams behind me. And I'm being dragged then forced to sit, his hands grip my shoulders. "Your early, why did you arrive early, you not supposed to be back for another half hour." I hardly heard him, I scold myself now realizing the obvious. Why else would Nightmare feel comfortable around him he had been here before multiple times noticed how I treated Damian and that's why he was a purring mess in his arms. I said be nice to him when he was over not Robin, but of course, they smell the same Nightmare associated with both people. I should have spotted it sooner, the voice, the height, the tone of his speech. Dear God, I can mom telling how oblivious, like she did when she won Clue. It was right there, he asked the right question and baited me for answers. I don't know why this is a shock to me. Now that I think of it I have to stop myself from laughing

"What the hell," my voice quivers. "Damian, Damian Wayne. You help Gotham." I start snickering, pulling my hand over my face. I throw my head back laughing then fall over to the side. "Nightmare you knew didn't you! Haha, that's why you were you were melting like butter."

"Your laughing!"

"Did you assume I wouldn't!" I wheeze, my breath nearly coming out to form words. "I can imagine you fighting, but saving people that's something else entirely."

"Do you think so little of me?" He sounds disappointed.

"I don't mean it to offend you but what else can I say. I didn't expect this." I sit up, clearing my throat and looking him dead in the eye. "Can I just call you Damian now, or do I still have to you different names."

"Why aren't you more surprised?"I Smile sadly.

"I thought you would have read up on me, do you know who killed my parents that day at home." He stiffens, he opens his mouth but continues. "My Father's sister, my aunt, killed them both during dinner. All because my mother wouldn't let her see those journals you asked about. After that it many people took off their masks."

"That's all it took?"

"What should it take, she killed her own brother because she didn't get confidential knowledge. To be honest, I don't really care anymore."

"You need professional help." I shrug.

"Probably, but getting sessions is expensive and I don't enjoy answering "and how are you feeling?" questions. I had enough of that already from everyone else."

"Where's your brother, Emil?" I feel myself frown.

"He's with someone I trust, I can't tell you who, sorry."

"The file says you died, you also made a miraculous recovery, recovery from what?"

"I prefer not to answer that question, It's rather personal." I don't want to explain that either, I know the doctor was shocked to see me come back. They had to call the professor to have him take me and my brother. After that this entire fiasco.

"You know I'll find out either way."

"Listen, I don't know how I made it, I was tortured by my she who will not be named and left for dead. I prayed for anyone and everyone who would hear me, someone did, the police found me and I was rushed to the hospital. I decided to take a nap, and I woke up to the sound of Emil crying. He cried, even more, when I woke up, screaming even, the good doctor nearly fainted. I was plugged into wires of all sorts, and my uncle was holding a plug, I assume he pulled, tackled me. My body lit up in pain and felt like I was run over, the next I am separated from my family and rushed into a place where they check on me every three months. At least I got to choose the place, they pay for the school, and I cover everything else." I give in, it feels nice to tell someone, something even if it's not the whole truth. But it seems to shut him up. "Please don't go looking for Emil, they haven't caught my aunt yet. I don't know if she's looking for them next, I would prefer not to stand over another grave knowing she got them too." I stare at him gauging his reaction, his face is still stone, unmoving in the uncomfortable silence. I pick up Nightmare, who has been rubbing against my leg for a bit, and scratch his head as he wants.

"Fine, I won't push further but I have terms."

"Really?" What would he need terms for?

"1, you don't reveal my identity to anyone. 2, you will not acknowledge that you know my family’s identities. 3, I come whenever I like as Robin or as Damian. 4, I add terms whenever I please."

"Why would I agree to any of that? I'm the one who has your identity." He smiles.

"Because I will tell Batman this information, and he doesn't talk as kindly to people hiding something. You obviously still are, but for now, I'll let it slide I'm sure by now you've decided to watch the news, so you know what he does." I gulp, I did see his more recent victim and he looked traumatized.

"Alright fine, but I binge so if you fall asleep tough luck, I'm not going back."

"Fine," he reaches back and pulls out his mask which he puts back on, walking out to the kitchen. "I back in a bit, pull out your couch bed while I'm gone. I will be staying here a while." I get up after him.

"Hey, that offer is for when I thought you were some homeless bums who fights crime, gets money from villain's wallets. You have a perfectly good bed at home!" He turns back one foot on the railing and a grappling hook in hand. "Term 6, I will stay as long as I like." he jumps off like before, not giving me a chance to speak.

"Bastard! I need my alone time!" He's gone I don't even know if he heard me. I grumble pulling out the spare sheets and blankets to set up the bed. "He better be paying rent, smug rich kid."

"Meow." Nightmare looks over at the window Robin left of.

"Yes, he's coming back."

"Meow"

"No, I'm not going tell him, not until I have to."

"Merrow"

"Shut up." I kick the side of the couch holding the two large cushions that lay on it, the bed springs out and makes a satisfying thud on the floor. "Go and see if the data has finished downloading, then put it back in the box I'll make you something in a how you feel about tuna our downstairs grandparents gave me a can."

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The sheets are made, the cat is fed and now I am going over how I was going to cover for another person. How much would he eat, can he survive on pastries, ramen, and eggs. How long was he staying, would his family come asking about him seeing as he was here before. At both times, when he broke my window, and when they came for coffee.

"Hey, open the door." The voice is cold but still recognizable. I get up slowly taking my time getting there along with opening the door. He hurries in, dressed in some normal-ish clothes that still look expensive, but he still dressed like he came out of a photo shoot. He not only has a suitcase but some grocery bags, I frown at those. He seems to notice because he forgets his suitcase and charges into the kitchen. "Hey!"

"Y/N I am not eating ramen and eggs for god knows how long. I will cook a decent meal and you will have something healthy."

"How did you know I only had eggs and ramen?"

"I went through your fridge," He places a bag of tomatoes in the bottom drawer where I see green onions and various other veggies.

"I make stir-fry once a month, you have bought enough greens and reds to make that for two weeks. I don't even have rice."

"You don't like it when people spend money on you, do you?"

"I don't need other people's money," He opens his mouth, but I stop him raising a finger cutting him off. "And before you mention Molly, she remains the exception. Not that me telling her not to stops her."

"And why is that." He stops putting the food in the fridge.

"Because I've been friends with her longer," I look back at his bags and frown. "How long do you plan on staying again."

"For as long as I please."

"Won't they come looking for you? Your family I mean, the Detective stops by almost every day."

"Grayson won't be a problem, I left them a trail that leads to several other places." He stuffs the last of the food in the fridge, getting up and looking out the balcony window. "Should take a long while." I can hear the smugness in his voice.

"Your happy you tricked your brothers aren't you." He turns around forcing himself to frown but the corners of his lips twitch.

"Ho, you're a bastard Wayne."

"You're really gonna curse me?"

"You didn't tell me I couldn't Damian." I grab my computer and open Hulu putting on Star Trek; Next-generation where I left off. "Hope you enjoy space adventure, because I'm not starting this over its seven seasons and 4 movies. I'm halfway through season 3, if you want context just ask." I glance up signaling that I am waiting for a response, he leans on the wall in front of my kitchen. I can't read his face, but his face of neutral displeasure wasn't much better. "So, your done feeling good about yourself, or is there something else you need."

"It's been something I've been wondering for a while now, those iridescent pieces you fed me."

"Part of my mother's work." Not a complete lie,

"Was that what those missing journals about?"

"No." More of a lie but not wrong. He groans anyway, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, you really like to cut in deep and waste time. Just come here and watch some Star Trek with me I need someone else to groan in pain about Counselor Troy's and Will Riker's on and off slow burn romance." Begrudgingly he walks over plopping down next to me.

"Your tastes in tv are odd."

"You have no idea, my tastes in something go everywhere, after this and Highlander I have several old cartoons next. First, I might have to gather what you know about the Quack pack, Goof troop, Ducktales, and all that pizazz. Though I have a feeling that you would like Darkwing Duck more, or it could possibly be too relatable." He gives me a look.

"How could I relate to a duck?"

"We are a long way from that now, at the moment we must bear witness to Captain Picard and his adventures commanding the USS Enterprise."

"Has anyone told you how unbelievably weird you are?"

"Sir, you have entered my life for what looks to be the long run. You will experience the kind of weirdness only Molly has ever seen. But now that you are basically my roommate you might see more." I pat his shoulder. "So, buckle up, because this is now you've got a seat on this roller-coaster, and you can't get off till the car reaches a complete stop. Now can we please get back to the show I want to see some cosmic action?"

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"Was that a statement or a question?"

"He can achieve the perception of feeling with a chip that goes into his hyper-advanced brain, lets his brother take it but can't make his own."

"I lent you my computer to catch up to where I left off for one night and that's what you're hung upon."

"Yes," his eyes look serious while he shoves some oatmeal in his mouth. "You are the one who can't stand the slow burn."

"Touche."

Before we got to the last season, Damian had asked he could see the rest of the show before the finally. I didn't expect that he would binge because it was a weekend, he even made extensive notes on character weakness. He still went out on patrol every night but came back with no one tailing him. That's what he says at least. He looks tired, with bags under his eyes and just lacking energy altogether.

"While I'm at work please go to sleep, you look like you fought an energy vampire and lost."

"I wouldn’t have lost to a vampire, they’re not that hard to kill.”

“But they drink blood they need to get close; energy vampires are more psychic they don’t even have to be a real monster.” He stops eating/

“How so?”

“They could be emotionally, physically, and mentally draining people. You know like Deity Skimmer, the girl in our science class. You can’t kill the energy-sucking vibes she gives off, can you.” He snorts behind his hand.” I mean it, even creatures of the night need sleep.” I drop my dishes off in the sink. I walk off to the door putting on my boots, I hear the chair slide and I feel his judging eyes digging holes in the back of my skull.

“Once again your conditions said nothing about teasing you, suck it up.” He scoffs. “I’ll be back around 5, don’t break any more windows while I’m gone.” I close the door before I hear any remarks once more about the incident. Though I laugh to myself, I straighten out my outfit and head down to the wonderful smells of the coffee shop. I walk slowly down the stairs looking out to the crowd that had been seated in the lounge. My managers were out by the couches talking to one of the regulars. Pull me behind the counter and relieve my coworker Meg, she looks exhausted and excuses herself. She takes what I assume is her coffee and puts away her apron and rushes out the door. I finish out what she didn’t clean and wait for anyone to come up to the counter. *Ring* though it is loud I hear the bell for the door ring.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment, I need to clean the nozzle here.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.” I flinch but catch myself, so it looks like I flicked something. I turn around with the best smile I can pull off. The sleep-deprived brother of Damian, peers at me from under his hair a frown tugging on his face.

“Oh hey! You came here with detective Grayson last time. Is there anything you would like?”

“Coffee.”

“Any particular kind?”

“Anything that will keep me from sleeping on this counter.” He knocks on the surface twice.

“I Can recommend our D&D potion bottle, it’s a personal favorite of the owners.”

“Why not, how much?” He fumbles around for his pockets, I stop him.

“How about, I make get it for you, and then you pay.” He brings his hands back on the counter and nods.

“I will only be a few minutes, please make yourself comfortable.” I pull out the ingredients for our powerful concoction, the pho fried ice cream, a large potion bottle with a straw, and 20-sided dice. I place the potion bottle in front of him and the ice cream but hand him the dice. He stares at the shiny plastic unmoving.

“I would roll that.” He does what I say and lands on a nine. “Well, sir after this one you can either have another potion or chose two desserts of any kind from our display or menu.” He takes a sip from the straw rather slow; his eyes perk up a bit.

“How Much did you say this was?”

“Oh! That will be $9.23?” He pulls out the exact amount, and I put it away in the register, placing it in the compartment marked D&D.

“And I would like another one of these to go.”

“Sure, would you like it now or before you go?”

“Well now should be nice, I’m leaving in just a bit.” I pull out a cup that is relatively the same size as the potion bottle. I go to give him his cup and notice that he finished the bottle and ice cream. Confusion hits me, but I don’t stare too long to turn to clean the mess. “Have you seen Damian at all?” And there it was.

“No, not since the Gala? Did something happen?”

“There was a…disagreement so he ran out, but if you see him,” He handed me a piece of paper with a string of numbers and an email. “Tell me. That is my number and email.” He does not say anymore and walks out the door, the bell signaling his departure.

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When I got back, I told Damian what happened, he isn’t pleased and is currently pacing the floor.

“My guess is that he knows.” I sigh over my tea and stare sadly at the replaced window.

“No doubt.”

“You know I was rather hoping not to be having another visit from the Batman. What will happen when they find out that I know about the caped crusader thing.”

“He’ll either force into secrecy, turn you into a child crusader, or confine you to the manor.”

“So in other words no privacy.”

“None.”

“As lovely as that would be you told me this was temporary, so why can’t you go back?”

“At the Gala I was supposed to keep you entertained at the table so that we could trap you into to talking about those journals.” I knew it.

“So, you lied to me.” I look at him, faking shock and betrayal.

“It was for the sake of the investigation; I didn’t think that I would end up-.” He examines my expression and face palms. “What’s wrong with you.”

“I like to call it “I laugh in the face of danger” Syndrome, in a moment of despair I crave comedy.”

“You're worse than Grayson.”

“I like him, so I’ll let this one slide.” I sip the warm liquid feeling soothed at the pumpkin spice. “What are you going to do now?” Nightmare jumps on the table noticing my concern and waiting for his answer from me. He walks to the corner where he put his bag then went to the closet pulling out my suitcase. He then grabs his outfit Robin outfit from the coat rack and his other materials. “Get packed, we’re leaving. I’ll grab Nightmare’s things gab whatever you need. And I mean need, don’t pick it up unless it’s necessary.”

“What? I can’t just leave, what about my job? School?!” He Pulls out my backpack and puts some food in it. “Damian!”

“Just trust me, I’ll take care of it! I don’t want you tangled up in my family’s nonsense.” He looks at me something odd swirling in his eyes. “Please.”

“Fine,” I grab my suitcase and pack my box and my compiece which hasn’t gotten back to me on its progress. I throw a few sets of clothes. I open the box to make sure the journals, the scales, and everything else, then I hide it under the clothing and my laptop in the front pocket. I thank myself for making sure to get a suitcase that has a double use as a backpack. In the living room, Damian is all packed the bag is strapped across his chest and he’s holding Nightmare.

“Let’s go.” He hands me Nightmare and pulls me to the balcony. He pulls out and belts with a ring pultruded out on one side swiftly put it around me connecting the loop to his belt. “Hold on tight, and don’t let go till I tell you.” I Sling an arm around him and grip on to Nightmare, he doesn’t hesitate and shoots across the balcony with his grappling gun. I screw my eyes shut. And wait to stop, my heart beats wildly in my chest Nightmare begins purring maybe in hopes to soothe me. I feel something wrong, but it would mean I was away from the Crows. I’m running again, even if it’s not me who chose this it still feels wrong. Because in the direction he’s going it seems that we were leaving Gotham. And for some reason, I feel like it would be a while before I returned.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 18

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TWs/Summary: We stan ✨women in science✨. Bruce uwu. Twitter social media AU nobody asked for. Stephen and Tony are dicks and I'm not talking about their anatomy. Setting up mood for Bruce smut, ngl. PTSD makes things spicy. I'm depressed so please be kind ✌🏻💀🙃

"I really do wonder how can you two fit those egos of yours in your pants," I kept my tone forcefully casual, cheerful even. "Why don't you just fuck already?"

I was met with stunned silence. Suddenly, the room seemed far too large and the people in much too quiet, staring at me with various expressions of horror obvious in their faces. As the strange friendship began developing between me and the team, my "outbursts" - how Steve liked to call them - lessened considerably. I had no need to provoke them into giving me attention, just striking up a casual chat was enough. The Avengers were great conversationalists, to my surprise.

Tony and Stephen, when paired, were the exception. I could count on one hand the amount of times they successfully came to a conclusion without fighting like cats and dogs. It was like each man had made it a personal mission to verbally top the other, more often than not resulting in a thirty-minute shitshow ending with one storming off in a dramatic flourish. It was mind-boggling how two supremely intelligent men could not find a way to communicate efficiently without infuriating the rest of the team.

Plus me. One way or another, I was almost always around. In the beginning, it was hilarious to see the free circus but it got old really quickly when they couldn't decide on dinner or a movie, leaving the rest of us starving and bored. Or the great Cloak debate - that one lasted days and the fussy thing was so upset, it point blank refused to part from Peter for a substantial amount of time. It's pretty fucking creepy that a semi-sentient, ancient piece of outerwear watches you when you sleep - just sayin'. I personally interjected with my own snark and sass whenever Tony and Stephen got too heated, successfully drawing the attention to myself. The fight broke up and I had amazing sex with Tony later, it was a win-win scenario.

Yet, Tony and Stephen didn't stop. To me, their way of "talking" (and I use that term loosely) looked a lot like unresolved sexual tension. Stephen frequently used his greater height to tower over Tony in a childish attempt to establish dominance; the engineer was no rookie and responded with extravagant peacocking such as "subtly" tapping the bracelet that hosted his nanotech suit or parading at dinner in a $30,000 custom made designer outfit. Because Tony could.

I was pleasantly surprised when Natasha started laughing at my remark. Full-blown, belly laugh. Those were rare, coming from the Widow, her usual mirth was quiet, sophisticated, just like her. Deadly (adorable). Bucky followed suit, snorting together with Clint and Loki.

Steve looked none too pleased with me. But then again, was he ever? "Doll, don't be rude."

"Brat," Bruce said at the same time, palming his face.

"People always call me a brat. And guess what, Steve?" I popped my hip, twirling a cotton candy pink coloured Dum-Dum between my fingers. "What can you do about it? Nothing," I shrugged, leaning my head against Bruce's shoulder affectionately.

Steve just shook his head in disappointment. "Can we get back on topic? Please?"

"Captain, I think that Stark..." Strange began talking with Tony dramatically groaning in the background and I instantly tuned out the useless babble. Steve should've been smarter and revoked speaking rights from Tony and Stephen. Or asked Loki to magically render them both mute for ten minutes.

"You're not wrong," Bruce quietly whispered next to my ear. "Ten bucks says Wanda meddles and those two finally work out their frustrations," The scientist hid a grin against my head. I felt the amused, giddy energy radiating off him like a plasma beam.

"I don't even have to bet," I rolled my eyes. "If she doesn't do it, I will."

Both Tony and Stephen were throwing me equally infuriated glances. One promised me a good, hard fucking and the other saw me a short, poisonous lecture on appropriate behaviour in the nearest future - you can guess which is which. If I had it my way, I'd skip the lecture and go straight to a hot, filthy threesome with two men twice my age. I wasn't blind, Strange was hot as hell and could be decent and even nice once in a blue moon.

He could, but he wouldn't be. I wanted that raw, unadulterated lust, tension so concentrated it walked the razor's edge between violent craving and repulsion. Ever since the incident with Clint, I had this ugly mess inside of me, like a live wire about to snap. My brain was constantly racing, darting between how utterly useless I am in a group of supers and embracing my normal-ness, amplifying it by hosting game nights and spending time trying to convince people to start a dungeons and dragons campaign. Or something.

My sleep was like Swiss cheese, riddled with holes where I stayed awake for one or two hours at a time in the middle of the night after waking up sweaty, with my heart hammering out of my chest. Sometimes I dreamt of Clint's lifeless, sickly white body, sometimes the whole room flooded with blood and I couldn't stop it no matter what, there was so much of it, I drowned in it, I startled up with the taste of it in my mouth. Rarely, the worst of it came - the one where Clint was alive as millions of millions of little fluorescent, poisonous jellyfish burst out of him and he screamed and screamed and screamed...

I had PTSD. Yay, me. As if my uselessness wasn't enough of a burden, my brain decided for me that it wasn't good enough that I saved Clint and now it was punishing me for being close to a group of people who routinely saved the WORLD.

I contemplated my usual habits - going to a party, getting trashed and dancing until my legs were numb. I just wanted to shut my brain off for a moment, give it a hard reset so-to-say, but with Tony on my back like a jet-pack, I didn't doubt he'd show up to the place and drag me out of there even if I was kicking and screaming. And he was a Stark, a billionaire, so visiting my dad in Cali wouldn't be possible on my own. Tony would gas up the jet and the rest of the team would find and excuse to tag along, too. As much as I loved being the baby menace who could get away with anything, I hated the way they all herded me, like I was an actual child. I couldn't get away from myself, not even for a moment.

I had the backup-backup plan and I was going to have to execute it. Desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't doubt y'all enjoy listening to Tony and Steph flirt," The nickname escaped unmoderated from my lips before I could catch myself. "But what are we doing for Halloween? I need to know if I gotta get a costume," Bruce chuckled next to me and wrapped an arm around me, happy for the distraction. Unlike me, the scientist was obligated to listen and participate in the avengers-themed discussion. Which was difficult because the engineer and the sorcerer constantly bickered, inadvertently taking over the talk.

"Halloween?" Steve groaned.

"We should do something," Bucky side-eyed his boyfriend. "For the children." Something told me he wasn't thinking of the children, at all. The man was positively leering, probably thinking about what kind of a tight suit he could convince Steve to squeeze into.

"A party!" Tony immediately exclaimed, interrupting Stephen mid-setence.

"Tony, no," Steve stated firmly.

"Tony, YES!" Clint perked up. "A snack bar. A bar-bar."

"I will not be helping you all if you get alcohol poisoning," Stephen crossed his arms.

"So it's a party," I stated firmly, throwing a contemplating look at Wanda and Pietro. The twins looked unsure but excited. I knew I could count on fellow young people to support my decision to have fun, dance a little, drink a little. Let loose. To nail my point, I turned to Bruce with a mischievous smirk. "Fifty bucks says Stephen is too stuck up to show up in costume."

"Beg pardon?!" The sorcerer exclaimed. His eyebrows threatened to meet his hairline.

"I think you give him too little credit, Princess," Bruce winked at me and we solemnly shook hands. It was great having a fellow partner in mischief. Loki's approving smirk just sealed the deal for me.

"It's not my fault you sometimes act like you have a stick up your butt," I gave in the way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders innocently in Stephen's direction. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I don't dare to imagine what's been up yours," The sorcerer retorted dryly, in an uncharacteristically childish fashion, arms still crossed. It almost looked like he was pouting.

"Tony," I simply said, leering salaciously at the man.

"Ooh, kinky," Clint reached over and we promptly high-fived each other in the wake of multiple embarrassed groans emanating around the room. "Strange, you're a boring old man, get over it."

"And you regularly end up in dumpsters, Barton," Strange retorted quickly. "Not my idea of fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face!" Tony grinned triumphantly, confident in his superiority over Strange. Look at that, the team was doing the work for me and I didn't even have to try.

"I'll show you fun," Stephen retorted darkly. It was obvious the man was planning something.

"Ok, boomer," I raised my eyebrows in muted satisfaction before turning around and grabbing Bruce to drag along with me. "I'm confiscating your best scientist to amuse myself. I am bored. We will go and do actual science whilst y'all argue. Bye."

My patience had run out. We were examining the parasites we found in the murder-anthropods-from-space, codename MAFS, courtesy of yours truly, and their amazing properties to penetrate cell membranes and feed on metals in organic life forms. Without Bruce's help I understood maybe half of it but he had the patience of a saint and dutifully and understandably explained to me the finer points of studying aliens. Signing half a dozen NDAs was never more worth it.

Steve's sigh consisted of 99% suffering and 2% disappointment. Natasha face-palmed silently in the corner, clutching a mug of coffee, a poster child for existential dread.

"Wait for me," Tony whined, going for the door and promptly being stopped by Steve pointing out the team needing his input on one mission or another. The engineer sighed. "Baby girl, don't let the green mean to start any experiments without me." Tony instructed, pointing an accusatory finger in our direction.

I clutched at Bruce dramatically, feigning hurt feelings and was rewarded with a swift motion of his arms. I shrieked delightfully at being thrown over the scientist's shoulder as he hastened his pace towards the elevator, hightailing it out of there. "I'd never snitch on science daddy," I wiggled my eyebrows in Tony's direction, sticking a hand down the back pocket of Bruce's pants, dangling over his shoulder like a happy sack of potatoes.

The lab smelled strongly of alcohol and bitter chemicals, the solution that Bruce developed to ensure the optimal state of the alien pathogens. The man's genius never ceased to amaze me: Bruce came up with the needed formula in the span of a few hours while running low on sleep, post a Hulk-out session.

We put on our protective gear - "science onesies" I called them - along with a respirator and goggles and set to the segregated part of the lab where the specimens were kept under a blue light. The glass wall between Bruce's and Tony's lab was dimmed; I reflected in it, looking positively futuristic in my double-stacked white platformed boots and white hazmat suit.

"Wait," I motioned to Bruce to come over.

"Oh, right, our music," He was already half-way to being in total Science Mode. "Friday, please put on the "Get Schwifty" playlist, 60% volume."

The playlist that me and Bruce came up with for our lab sessions. The man was such an adorable dork. Thirty percent my music, thirty percent of his indie rock shit and forty percent 00's bops. In other words, utter perfection.

I finally managed to fish out my phone from my pants. "No, let's take a selfie," I struck an impressive pose and pointed the camera as Avril Lavigne sung the first verse to Sk8r Boi.

Bruce laughed but abided by the request, giving me bunny ears in the photo, tapping the fingers of his other hand on my waist to the rhythm of the song.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!" I sang along, switching my Instagram to stories and posting the short clip of us just vibing with the caption #sciencetime, Bruce laughing openly behind his respirator. I looked cute and silly in my outfit.

"Send the video to me, I'll post it on my Twitter," Bruce requested. I indulged him then put my phone away, ready to conquer the world of microbiology. Or die trying. Science was calling...

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Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair? So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

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'An unexpected event ' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"An unexpected event "

Chapter Summary : Yirina is, with Park, Zasha and the team, prepared for their next mission : get their hands on Sonya Kuzmin.....

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Well, I can say that the day started greatly for me : waking up in the car with Park after spending all night for fun and then taking a coffee with Zasha as our first day back together since 3 years and today was going to mark the real first day of them in the team and their first official mission since an long time. Of course, with our new mission that came by for us and the presence of Sonya Kuzmin in West-Berlin, we have no choices but to probably delay our trip to go to Moscow to get to Portnova.

It was an risk to take but since we don't know how much Sonya will stay in the city, it's better that we act today and if possible, be on our very way to Moscow the next day with maybe Sonya in the MI6 custody....let's hope for that to happen actually. Once everyone has taken their breakfast including me & Park because coffee weren't the only thing we were going to take, we started to work on the possibilities and opportunities that we can have to kidnap Sonya in the area they used to make their calls.

As Zasha was the one to give us these intels, they're the one who were explaining to us what Sonya could possibly do after their calls : going to an coffee bar called 'am Neuen See' and then, returning back to an secret Perseus hideout that was unfortunately unknown to Zasha and according to them, not right into the city itself and maybe in East-Berlin or East-Germany. We decided to strike at the moment they will leave the coffee bar, it was our only option to put our hands on Sonya themselves but we put ourselves an exception : we don't hurt Sonya, just knock her out by behind in case they're not cooperative....and we all think it would be what will be happening.

Once it was done, we waited until the presumed time, in the afternoon, Sonya could appear at the suspected phonebooth they always make their calls in the Tiergarten neighborhood and then, it was time to launch our operation. We separated ourselves in two teams : me, Park & Zasha will stay in the car on an parking to watch Sonya, the phonebooth and any surprises that we can have as Garrett & Greta will stay in another car that the BND gave to Greta for the mission as they will be the one that will got close to Sonya and capture them away.

"You're sure it's here, Zed ?" I asked to them as I was the one who drive the car with Park next to me in the front passenger seat and them, in the backseats, the three of us watching from afar the phonebooth, we really had an big view on the street to be sure as Garrett & Greta were positioned in another parking just next to the coffee bar.

"Yes, Sonya is always making their calls in the same spot." They replied, sure of themselves as I looked at them with binoculars on the eyes. "I don't know why but I presume that they're liking the place or this particular phonebooth." They added, almost laughing at the end.

"Zasha..." Park started, turning around to look at them. "I was wondering of something."

"Yes ?" They removed their binoculars to put their eyes on her.

"How did you manage to intercept Perseus communications during almost an year ?" She asked and to be honest, it was an question that was also in my head.

"In fact, since I remembered well where the Perseus hideouts were in the UK, I decided one day to make an little raid in one of them, stealing some of their equipments and any means that could serve me to intercept any communications from them." They responded as they moved to get in the middle seat between my & Park seats. "It was an hideout located near Dover if I remember well...."

"Oh, I see the one you were talking about." Park expressed, having like an flash in her head to have found what Zasha was talking about. "It's all thanks to you that the MI5 was able to eliminate an large part of the Perseus threat in the UK mainland."

"It was my mission to do so." They exclaimed as I looked at them with an little grin.

"It was something that we both promised to each other : to bring Perseus down." I added to their statement and they nodded, recalling of what we said before we left each other 3 years ago. "And now, we can do it since we're back on work....together."

"Yeah." They breathed as they decided to give me an little tap on the shoulders, smiling about it before Park took the radio that was our means to communicate with Garrett & Greta.

"Garrett, is the listening system in place ?" She asked. To know more about what Sonya could talk about if they don't say an thing in the future, Garrett had an idea to put an little gadget, courtesy of the MI6 and one of his contacts, that could allow us to listen to what Sonya will say.

"Placed it 5 minutes ago, Park." He said, sounding sure.

"Do you mind to make an simple test if everything work ?" She asked him as we couldn't know if it was working perfectly.

"You want me to go make an call ? Okay then." He took a deep breath before we could hear a door getting opening that he was going to do it....it was necessary and we were curious if he was going to make an real call or just to see if the listening gadget was good to go.

"Let's see who you are going to call, Garrett." I whispered to myself while crossing my arms, making Park laugh about it before we could hear a phone ringing, meaning that the gadget was working....to listen, it was the radio of the car we were using....another something from the MI6 that I wasn't aware of....

"Kwan Song." We could hear a feminine voice....Garrett's girlfriend....he was calling this fiance....well, it's a good test to say.

"Hi Song, it's me." He said in a low voice, sounding an little bit enthuastic.

"Oh, Donnie, it's good to hear you !" Song expressed, making me resisting the urge to burst into laughter....calling Garrett Donnie was like becoming an private joke between me & him. "I heard from Woods that you will soon come to Moscow."

"Yes, we got one of our leads there and an friend of our team too." He explained, knowing that he was talking about Portnova. I looked at Zasha for an second who breath about hearing this. "But right now, we got to deal with someone in West-Berlin before we took an plane to Moscow."

"Nice !" Song whispered, in an lovely voice to him. "You know that in the safehouse we are, they gave me an king-sized bed ?" By that, me, Park & Zasha looked at each other with wide eyes....it was becoming an bit sexual in that phone call. "Oh, Donnie, I really need you."

"Me too, Song." He gasped, knowning that he was listened too by us. "Listen, I'm sorry but I have to go : I need to prepare myself for an mission."

"Ok then, I'm glad you have called me....bye, Donnie and see you soon." She told him.

"Bye Song, love you." He then hangs up the phone, stopping any communications between us and the phonebooth, meaning that the gadget work only when the phone is activated. We could see him, going away from the phonebooth before getting out of our sight as he, with Greta were parked somewhere else. "So, did he worked ?" He asked us through Park's radio, going back to his car.

"Yeah, it worked !" I exclaimed in an funny tone. "Now, you know that Song has an king-sized bed, awaiting for you." I added before laughing, joined by Park and Zasha too, even if they were a bit silent about it.

"Fuck you, Yirina !" He proclaimed, joking about it and then he laughed, joining us and also Greta that we could hear too laughing.....guess that it was better to destress an bit. "At least, we know that it's working."

"Right." Park snorted before we started to await for Sonya, with everyone taking back their seriousness in both cars and taking a deep breaths for everyone and then....."Here they are !" Park told us, having found out that Sonya was here and she pointed at us the location they were, Zasha taking their binoculars to look at them. "Okay, everyone's quiet." She ordered us and we nodded in approval as Sonya was getting into the phonebooth, starting to dial an number.

"Harry Stone's speaking." It was Stone himself that they were calling as I saw Park getting an bit nervous to hear his phone and I could think of the same for Garrett & Greta.

"It's Sonya Kuzmin at the other side." Sonya started as we could see that they were looking suspicious as they were checking their surroundings.

"So, your brother still have you in West-Berlin....kinda bad for you, isn't it ?" Stone scoffed, joking about Sonya's presence here. "Still wandering around to search about where the MI6......"

"Okay, I'm stopping you right now....lad." Sonya's voice wasn't sounding very nice to Stone.....at least, the hatred for Stone was share by an lot, even for Perseus member. "I'm not here to do your dirty work, it's your job to find where's the MI6 task force is hiding to get your ass down." They explained, looking from afar a bit angry. "Me, I'm just here to make sure that your deliveries are done to our mens."

"You don't understand, right, fucker ?" Stone started also to get angry. "I can't make an fucking delivery if the MI6 is neutralizing one by one my contacts...right now, I've lost contacts from the US Army and the British one....only our supplier from the KGB is remaining." He added, wanting to make things clear with Sonya. "If you don't help me...."

"I told you that it's your fucking problem, dickhead." Sonya affirmed....the two doesn't get along well...."You got your own men and frankly, it's your fault if you fucked up everything."

"Are you giving me an lesson about how to do my job ?" He asked, sounding angry & curious to know. "I've been with Perseus for years now and I'm getting an lesson from an beginner ?"

"Me, an beginner ?" Sonya said, sounding taken aback by Stone's words. "Says the one who is getting his operations destroyed one by one."

"Listen to me, stupid russian !" Stone ordered in an harsh voice. "I know that the MI6 task force is leaded by Helen Park and her stupid friends." I looked at Park, getting angry and I put my hands on hers to calm her down. "So, you might...."

"You're deaf or something ?" Sonya questioned him. "I'm not going to help you, Stone." They repeated again, taking an second between each word before speaking again. "And frankly, I never going to help someone like you."

"Fuck you, Sonya !" Stone affirmed.

"Yeah, fuck you too, Harry Stone !" Sonya affirmed back before they hang up the phone. They didn't talked too much about their works and more getting angry against each other. We now wait that they were leaving the phonebooth.

"Wait, they're making another call !" Zasha exclaimed as they could see Sonya dial another number so we decided to listen to it too.

"Freya Helvig !" This time, it was Freya herself, sending in me some chills as for Zasha, they were shocked to hear her voice again....they know of me & her.

"Hi, it's me, Sonya." Sonya whispered, changing from her angry voice to an more peaceful voice.

"Oh, Sonya....it's so nice that you called me." Freya said, sounding enthuastic from hearing Sonya. "How's West-Berlin ?"

"Well, it's kinda depressing and boring." Sonya replied....to say that we have an lot of common points between me & Sonya....except the sides we have took. "Where are you ?" They asked her.

"Right now ? I'm in Ukraine...paying tribute to an close friend." Freya responded, sounding low.

"Where in Ukraine ?" Sonya continued in their questions.

"Uhm....an small village near Donetsk....where that person lived in their youth...." Freya added to her responses as Zasha gave me an tap on the shoulders.

"Damnit, Yirina, it's where you lived before !" They exclaimed, making my eyes go wide as I was looking to Sonya and I looked at Zasha, looking shocked as they just told me where I lived before.

"Really ?" I breathed and they nodded before I looked back to Sonya, trying to calm myself down.

"Sonya, it's better that you don't know about who that person was." Freya exclaimed, having missed an little part of their discussion. "It's too personal." She added

"Even for your love ?" Sonya was sounding a bit disturbed to be refused to know....they maybe asked about who was the mysterious person....who was me of course.

"Yes, it's too....risky and frankly, it's for your own good." Freya admitted, hearing her taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry but....I have to go, Sonya, I'm sorry."

"Already ?"

"Yes, there's Perseus soldiers that just arrived here and I think I'm needed." Freya sniffed. "Where are you coming back ?"

"I don't know....maybe tonight or tomorrow." Sonya said, not sure of their own words. "I will try my best."

"Ok, be well, Sonya...love you !" Freya snorted.

"Love you too, Freya." Sonya breathed gently before they hanged up the phone again, leaving them alone in the phonebooth. Me, I was kinda stressed to have heard Freya's voice and Zasha too. Been 2 weeks I didn't hear it, 3 years for Zasha.

"Fuck, I never thought that I will hear that voice again." Zasha affirmed to themselves, looking away.

"Okay, they're leaving now." Park said as we could see Sonya starting to leave the phonebooth....until we saw an black van arriving next to their position. "What the fuck ?" Park added as we could see two masked person getting out of the van from it's right side and suddenly put an bag on Sonya's head as they were struggling with those peoples before they were put in the van as the bystanders were doing nothing to help...it wasn't us neither Garrett & Greta acting....

"Shit !" I started the car's engine as Sonya was like the only person that could help us to have some answers...we couldn't let them get kidnapped by others people. "We need to save them for the moment." I added as I drove off the parking at unusual speed.

"Garrett, Greta, Sonya has just been captured by someone else in an black van, we're pursuing it." Park started to said in the radio as I was now on the road to pursue the van getting away.

"We got it in visual, we're joining you !" Greta affirmed as we were passing through the multiples cars in the street, breaking the traffics laws as it was necessary to do so.

"Okay, it's in sight." I whispered, seeing the van from afar and getting close to it as we were now driving on the big 17th of June Street, right in the center of Berlin. "I'm gonna get closer and trying to stop the van." I said, not sure as the car I was driving was an bit smaller than the van.

"I'm gonna try to shoot the wheels." Park got her own pistol from her jacket and loading it with an new mag. It was stressful as that street wasn't so peaceful to drive on, with an lot of cars to avoid while in high speed. Somehow, I managed to get myself next to the van, allowing Park to try to shoot the van's wheels but it was something that the van's driver expected as they saw us coming next to the van. The van tried to push us away but I managed to get away from its manoeuvers, avoiding an bus in the process. "Shit, those guys are crazy." Park breathed as she almost got her arm crushed between her door and the van.

As I was trying to get myself back next to the van, another car...the one Garrett & Greta were using suddenly arrived from the Klopstockstraße street and hit the van on its right side, sending it flying on its left side on the street and by impact, I nearly managed to avoid Garrett & Greta's car, almost hitting us too and I quickly stopped myself as we saw the van crashing and their car at the same time.

"Shit, Zasha, go check Greta & Garrett." I ordered them as I was taking out my M1911 from my jacket. "I'm gonna go with Park to the van."

"Understood." They agreed as they started to leave the car, running in the crashed car as me were checking my pistol mag before getting out of the car with Park, running to get to the van.

"They didn't go easy on it." Park affirmed, looking at the van and the place of the impact of it as we got close to it.

"Check the driver, I'm going to open the back doors." I proposed and she nodded before she moved to get to the front of the van as I was going behind it.

The doors were like hard to open but I managed to open them....and to be greeted by an wounded masked man, jumping on me by surprise. I didn't have time to fire an single shot that I found myself on the ground with this person on top of me, controlling the arm where I was using my M1911. He then tried to move my arm towards me, wanting me to shoot myself with the gun but I punched right into his face and kicked him right into the nuts, causing him to lose his grasp on me and when I was about to shoot him, three bullets flied to hit him in the chest, killing the guy and when I looked behind, I could see Zasha with an gun in their hands.

"You're okay ?" They asked me as they helped to get up, I nodded to them.

"Pretty good, see that you're still an good shooter." I complimented them with an grin before looking behind them "The others, how are they ?" I asked them back.

"They're good but an bit wounded from the crash, they're in the car we're using." They replied as Park arrived to get to us.

"I just heard shots, you're alright ?" Park questioned us and we both nodded before we looked back inside. "What about Sonya ?"

"Good, I think...Zasha, get the car next to the van." I ordered them as I started to move to get inside the crashed van with Park, finding Sonya unconscious but still alive below the bag on their head. "Still breathing." I added before I took them with me in my arms, getting helped by Park with it to get it out of the van as Zasha arrived with the car.

"Let's put them in the trunk." Park moved near it and she opened it with her free hands as we put Sonya inside, gently. "Okay, let's get the hell out of here before the police showed up." She continued as I closed the trunk and getting myself installed in the empty front passenger seat with Zasha driving as Park got next to Garrett & Greta who got some minimal wounds on their faces despite the crash they did. We then got away from the scene quickly as we were just in an very public place. I breathed as we were going far from everyone's attention.....

"Well, that went quite unexpected to say....."

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #call of duty #black ops cold war #cod bell #yirina grigoriev #fem!bell #helen park

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No More Divisions - Chapter Seven: Goodbye

JJ x Original Character

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It was 3:10 pm. John B. and Sarah were late. Under different circumstances I probably wouldn't have cared but knowing the situation we were in, every second counted.

Although we were all very nervous, Pope was the worst of all. He was pacing the dock, talking to himself in hushed tones. He was scaring me a little.

"Pope," Kiara spoke up, cautiously walking towards him.

He stopped and looked to her. "What if they got caught?"

Kiara cupped her hands and brought them to Pope's face. "No. They're fine, just late."

I stood beside Kiara. "She's right Pope, he'll be here any second."

"C'mon dude," JJ smirked, patting his friend on the back. "You know JB, he's always late."

Pope nodded, smiling at all of us. "You're right, he'll be here."

We all hugged Pope, hoping that our reassuring words helped him. To be honest, I didn't even know if I was correct. He could be caught or even worse, dead. The police around here had tunnel vision, like JJ said, and I was scared for John B. and Sarah. The reward mixed in with how determined the police were made a scary pair of odds for John B. and Sarah.

We all separate after a minute of hugging Pope, except for Kiara. She continues to hug Pope and reassure him, even after JJ and I have backed away. I don't say anything even though I know what's going on. I look to JJ to see if he senses the same thing, but I realized he's not looking at Kiara and Pope, he's looking at me. Inch by inch, he's shifted towards my side and now he's so close that his hand touches mine.

Once our fingers graze, my eyes widen and I pull away. He's making me so nervous. To avoid his fingers again, I cross my arms over my chest.

JJ looks away and towards Kiara and Pope, who are still talking. "So, are we gonna talk about it, or are you just gonna ignore me?"

I glance at him, scoffing quietly. "I'm not ignoring you. I'm trying to focus on the task at hand. I have to be responsible."

JJ groans. "How am I even attracted to you? Doesn't matter, I am."

Now I'm suppressing laughter. I turn towards him. His body is not facing me yet and he hasn't looked back at me. "You're attracted to me?"

JJ's eyes widen as I speak, turning towards me quickly. He's looking directly at me. "I'm -"

"Cops!" Pope yells, pointing to something behind us.

JJ and I both jump in surprise and turn around. Every hair on my body is up. I'm on high alert. These cops are probably here because they know we have something to do with John B. and they want to see who is gonna break. It's not gonna be me.

I see the police car park on the grass and turn off the ignition, the car's lights turning off. JJ stands in front of me as Kiara and Pope run closer to us. We're all trying to protect eachother just in case.

Yet, we don't have to protect eachother. Instead of a cop poking his head out of the car, it turns out to be John B. I laugh, surprised. He was definitely the last person I though I'd see driving a cop car.

"JB!" JJ yells, running to his friend as John B. makes his way to us.

"Hey." John B. smiles at us and hugs JJ. He looks completely exhausted. There's deep bags under his eyes I can see from where I'm standing. His clothes are very dirty too; sweat and dirt coating his body. I'm sure he'll be glad to be near the water.

Pope is not far behind and hugs him soon after. Kiara and I wait until he comes to us.

As he's hugging Kiara, JJ speaks up. "Where the hell did you get a cop car?"

John B. turned to JJ and shrugged. "Kinda stole it."

JJ howls, acting so juvenile. "That's so cool."

John B. turns to me and smiles. "Callie..."

I give him a shy smile. He doesn't need to say anything, I already know. I open my arms wide and hug him. This is the first time I'm actually talking to John B., let alone hugging him but it feels so natural. I know it's because we already feel so close to each other.

As we hug, John B. speaks. "I can't thank you enough. Sarah is so lucky to have you."

We let go of eachother and I look at John B. again. "You have me too now." Then, my brain reminds me of something and I feel like I got punched in the gut. "Where's Sarah?"

John B. frowns. "She said she'd meet me here. She's not here?"

I shake my head, starting to panic. If she's not with John B., then where the hell is she? Is she with the police? My mind is operating on minimal sleep and my brain is thinking of the worst possible situations.

"She's not." I'm full on panicking. The girl that's basically my sister is gone.

"I can't leave without her." John B. said, looking at all of us.

"No," Kiara frowns, grabbing onto John B.'s elbow. "You have to. Sarah's gonna get here eventually."

Kiara was right. Sarah was gonna show up eventually. We'll see John B. hopefully soon so Sarah will see him again.

Kiara is trying to push John B. to the boat but she's having difficulty.

Pope stops them and looks to John B., brows furrowed. "You're gonna get caught if you stay here any longer. How will that help Sarah?"

We have all surrounded John B. now. He nods, realizing Pope and Kiara are right. Even though it's hard for me because I know Sarah wants to say goodbye, we have to make sure John B. is away from OBX. That is our first priority.

John B. closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them again. He's looking at all of us, almost as if he's trying to remember what we look like. I have to keep reminding myself that this is not the last time I'm gonna see John B. Once we find out a way to clear his name, he'll be back.

He nods at me. "Tell Sarah I love her."

I nod, trying not to react to what he's said. I don't think they've said that to eachother yet and I'm sad they can't say it to eachother now.

John B. says goodbye one more time before walking past us and onto the dock. Kiara gives him the key and he waves at her first, then all of us. We wave back and we don't stop waving until he's on the boat and gone, his boat only a small dot on the water.

I can't believe we did it.

I turn to JJ, exhausted. "I can't believe Sarah didn't get to say goodbye."

JJ smirks. "Don't get all sappy on me. We're gonna see him again."

I nod, holding back tears. I'm holding back tears because of Sarah and John B. and how they didn't get to say bye, but mostly because I'm so exhausted. It's been a rough 24 hours and I know it's not gonna get any easier.

JJ reaches for my hand. "Are we gonna talk about my rad macking skills?"

I looked up at him, making a fake gagging sound. "If you ever say that word again, I'll kill you."

I don't know if the murder jokes were appropriate but JJ didn't mind.

"Which word? Rad? Or macking?" JJ sarcastically asks, stepping closer to me. I already know he wants to kiss me again and I'm ready for him to make the first move.

I scrunch my nose up. "Ew. Macking? Just say kissing."

"What a Kook." JJ rolled his eyes, glancing at my lips.

I wanna make fun of him but I can't because something else has caught his attention. He's looking at something behind me. I turn around and almost gasp. Behind us, on the dock, stood Kiara and Pope and they were kissing. Finally.

I scoffed, watching them for a second longer and then turning my head back around. "Wow -"

I can't get a word in because as soon as my head is facing JJ again, his lips are on mine. I kiss him back instantly, my hands reaching up to wrap around his neck.

I want to kiss him deeply but I never get the chance to because we're pulled apart by the sirens.

We look to the grass of JJ's house and we see like two or three black SUV's parking.

"Kiara! Pope!" I yell to them. They pull apart and follow my finger.

Once they see the police, they run to us. They're off the dock in seconds and we're trying to run but it's too late. The police, who I realize now are not police but the feds, have surrounded us. JJ grabs my hand and I hold onto his. No matter what, I'm not leaving these guys. They're my friends now. They're more than that. They're like family.

One of the feds steps forward. He stands right in front of me but he looks at all of us. Deputy Shoupe walks right past us and onto the dock, gun in hand. Once he sees that John B. is gone, he curses for a moment then holsters his weapon. He turns around and storms back to us.

"Where is he?" He glares at all of us. First he looks at Kiara. "Kiara, what would your father say?"

Kiara says nothing, she just holds onto Pope tighter.

Deputy Shoupe looks at Pope. "You're gonna loose your scholarship for your friends?"

Pope says nothing.

Deputy Shoupe then looks to JJ. "Not surprised. You really wanna go down like your old man?"

JJ says nothing. He only reacts to Shoupe's mean comments by squeezing my hand for a moment. I squeeze back.

The Deputy Shoupe looks to me. He looks beyond surprised. "Callie Miller? What are you doing hanging around with people like them."

I glare at Deputy Shoupe. I say nothing, only stare at a man that once use to coach my soccer team when I was younger. Now, this man meant nothing to me.

"Your parents are looking for you. Worried sick. Ward told us you ran off to help Sarah. She's manipulated you into thinking that John B. is innocent." Deputy Shoupe speaks to me but I stay silent. That is, until he brings up John B.'s innocence.

I take a deep breath and then speak. "John B. is innocent." My voice is even and smooth.

Shoupe has an amused look on his face. "I'm sure he is."

"It wasn't John B. who killed Peterkin. I was there. I saw it." I continued to stay cool.

The fed standing in front of me shifted on his feet when I said this. I look to him. His brows are furrowed but he speaks clearly, "Who did it then?"

I gulp. God, these four words were going to be so hard to say. But they must be said. For John B. "It was Rafe Cameron."

The fed raised his eyebrows but other than that, didn't look that surprised. I figured he didn't believe me either. Deputy Shoupe sure didn't.

"Rafe Cameron?" Shoupe laughed. "Why would Rafe want to kill Peterkin?"

My eyes narrowed. "Why would John B. kill Peterkin. She was the only cop that thought he was a good kid."

The fed in front of me sighed. "I've been told the same thing you're telling me now by another girl. That girl's name was Sarah Cameron."

My head instantly turned to the fed. "You know where Sarah is?"

He shook his head. "She left before I could properly talk to her."

I frowned. Where the hell was Sarah then? "Her and I are telling the truth. Why would we purposely rat out her brother?"

The fed is about to speak again but he doesn't get a chance to. Shoupe cuts him off. He's clearly annoyed about the whole escape John B. made and since he knows we won't talk, he is ready to get rid of us and look for John B.

"They're no use to us now." Shoupe says to the fed.

The fed shrugs. "Bring them along anyways. Their parents will pick them up there."

Shoupe looks at me. "Your parents are waiting for you Callie. You're riding in a different car."

My eyes widen. I look to JJ. He's in just as much shock as I am in. Shoupe grabs onto my arm and tips me from JJ's grasp.

I plant my feet to the floor. "No, let me stay with them."

Shoupe rolls his eyes. "C'mon Miller."

"Callie!" JJ yells, trying to push his way through the bodies of cops to get to me.

I look to him. "It's ok." I don't want to cry in front of him.

I see Kiara and Pope fighting the cops as well and I can't help but smile. They think I'm worth fighting for.

Before I can even wave goodbye, I'm thrown into the backseat of Shoupe's car and the doors are locked. The hardest part is watching all of my friends getting put into different cars. Although they're not beside me, I still feel their presence.

I close my eyes. I take a breath. I open my eyes. I'm gonna get through this and find Sarah. I'm gonna get back to my friends. That's not gonna be the last time I'm ever gonna see them.

I keep telling this to myself over and over again as Shoupe drives me to the headquarters.

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“Sorry, Chilly, but I choose Olivia” • Ben Chilwell

Day 15 💗

“Have you fastened her?” you sat in the passenger seat and checked if you didn’t forget to take baby food and her favorite toy.

“Of course, love” Ben was already sitting nearby. “(Y/N), Olivia, are you ready, girls?”

“Yes!” the baby clapped her hands, singing the lyrics of the song that dad turned on in the car.

“Do you think they’ll get along?” you asked softly, when you were already halfway to Madders’ house. Olivia fell asleep sweetly, because of the tiredness from singing all daddy’s songs, albeit the wrong lyrics.

“Don't even doubt it, (Y/N)” Ben answered in a whisper, slowing the car down a bit. “Madders loves kids.”

“There definitely won't be a problem with James. I mean Olivia. She’s a very modest girl, she takes hostility with all men except dad and grandfathers. I’m worrying.”

“Don’t worry, baby” he put his free hand on your lap and, distracting from the road for a second, kissed you on the cheek. “Almost arrived.”

James was waiting for you near the gates to get to know little angel as soon as possible. He talked Ben's ears off that he’s eager to meet Olivia for the first time, that he wants to see your mini copy. To his disappointment, the baby didn’t run out to Uncle James with open arms. She was sleeping and wasn’t going to wake up.

“Shh, Madders, she's sleeping” Ben put his index finger on his friend's lips as he was about to say something joyfully and loudly. “Better help us.”

You took Olivia’s bike, Ben carefully passed the sleeping kid to James and took all the bags, which was quite a lot.

“God, James, this is so sweet...” you stopped in the middle of the room, paying attention to the small gift that was lying in the corner of the sofa.

“Madders...” Ben put the bags on the floor and lightly hug you around shoulders. “So that's why you were asking what kind of sweets and toys Olivia likes.”

“Why are you talking so loud? You people call themselves parents. The baby is sleeping, please be quiet” he sat on the sofa, not letting the girl out of his hands. “She’s so cute.”

You talked for about twenty minutes before Olivia woke up. She opened her green eyes and starred in surprise at the uncle in whose arms she was laying.

“Hi baby” James smiled sweetly.

“Mom...” she muttered softly, holding out her hands somewhere in the air, in search of her mother.

“I'm here, babygirl” you smiled too.

The girl quickly jumped off Madders’ lap and ran to you. You were sitting in Ben’s hugs, so the child jumped into your arms, clinging to her father’s shoulder. Ben gently stroked the girl through her brown hair and picked her up, getting up from the couch.

“Olivia, meet Uncle James” Ben sat next to his friend and tried to turn the child around, facing James. The girl clung harder and harder to dad. “Baby, don’t be afraid. Uncle James is very kind, he’s daddy’s best friend. He won’t hurt you” absolutely nothing helped. Ben turned to you, shrugging his shoulders, and noticed your upset look.

Madders took his present from the sofa and handed it to the girl.

“Look” he touched her back, “this is for you.” Your favorite chocolate bar and soft, furry kitten.”

Olivia turned and looked apprehensively at James and his presents. Madders tried to smile as sweetly as possible, although Ben knew that he was upset that Olivia was afraid of him.

“Do you like pets, huh?” Ben handed the kid over to James, even though she didn’t want to.

“Yeah” Olivia muttered softly. “Are these gifts for me?”

“Of course, you can eat a chocolate bar now.”

“First you need to eat something proper” you said, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen to warm the food. “Ben, please bring the bag we forgot from the car.”

You left the room, leaving James and Olivia alone. The girl was still sitting in Madders’ arms, hugging a teddy cat.

“You can eat a chocolate bar” he winked at the child.

“But mom said that I can’t...”

“But I said, that you can” James smiled and unpacked a chocolate bar. Olivia giggled, but still doubted a little. She was afraid that her mother would tell her off and James seemed to read her mind. “Don’t be afraid, if mom wants to punish anyone, it’ll be me, who she can punish, okay?”

When you came back with some food, Olivia was laughing, licking her fingers from the chocolate. James stood near the TV and tried to turn on at least some cartoon, but couldn’t find the children’s channel: all the channels were sports ones.

“Hey, Olivia! I told you not to eat sweets.”

“But Uncle James said...”

“Olivia!” Ben said sternly, “You have to listen to your parents, not to Uncle James.”

“Don't be mad at her” James said, raising the child in his arms. “I let her do it.”

“But...” you literally were speechless.

Diego ran into the room, wagging his tail. He ran to Ben, joyfully yapping and slightly bouncing. The puppy was definitely glad to see Ben. The guy squatted and stroked the dog’s back.

“Hey bud, I haven’t seen you for so long,” he said.

“Wow” Olivia's eyes glittered. “Puppy! Uncle James, why didn't you tell me you have a dog?”

Madders shrugged and lowered the three-year-old girl to the floor. She ran to the puppy and took him in her arms, throwing a toy to the side. With a serious look Olivia carried Diego with her to the sofa and sat on the pillow, laying the dog next to her. Diego was licking her hands, making her laugh cheerfully.

“Let's watch cartoons!” Olivia said loudly.

“Sorry, princess, I don’t have a channel with cartoons” James continued to search, changing channels. Football flashed across the screen, but Madders continued to flick through.

“Dad! Daddy was there!” shouted the girl.

“Will you watch football?” Maddison asked with a smile on his face.

“I’ll watch daddy!”

You and Ben sat next to the girl, but the child got up off the couch and ran to James, crawling into his arms. Madders smiled widely and hugged Olivia, stroking her head. You watched the match to the end and decided to have your own match in the garden. Ben played on the same team with Olivia, and you with James. Maddison was a goalkeeper and purposefully dived the wrong way several times when the girl wanted to score a goal.

“What could be cuter than a mini (Y/N), that celebrates a goal with dad” James whispered in your ear when the child cried out again joyfully and rushed to hug daddy.

In the evening it was time to go home. You went out to put all your stuff in a car and asked Ben and James to get Olivia ready. They played hide and seek, and Ben still couldn’t find his daughter and his friend.

“Are you still not ready?” you asked, going into the room.

“I can’t find our daughter, what a shame” Ben said sarcastically and loudly, pointing you to the pink socks, which were visible from behind the curtains.

“Oh my God, then we have to go home without her” you started stomping your feet, as if you were leaving.

You and Ben expected Olivia to run after you with the words “Mommy, daddy! I’m here! I’m coming!” But this didn’t happen. From the next room you heard James laugh loudly and after a second he came up to you, still laughing.

“That's all guys, I won” he couldn't stop laughing, “Olivia stays with me. Apparently she no longer wants to go with her parents.”

Ben rolled his eyes and gave James a friendly kick.

“I want to go with mom and dad” Olivia said sadly, finally getting out of her place where she was hiding. “I just don’t want to leave Uncle James...” she went to Madders and buried her face in his pants.

“Oh my baby...” James seemed about to cry. He lifted the kid in his arms and hugged her tightly. “We’ll definitely see each other as soon as possible. I promise” he put a sweatshirt on her and handed her over to her father. You were already on the doorstep.

“Bye bye, my best friend.” Olivia smiled and waved at him. You put her in a car seat and fastened her seat belt.

“She said that I’m her best friend, or did I hear wrong?” James didn’t stop smiling.

“Yeah, she did say, but please remember that you’re my best friend” Ben patted his shoulder as a goodbye.

“Sorry, Chilly, but I choose Olivia.”

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#baby series #ben chilwell #james maddison #ben chilwell imagine #james maddison imagine #ben chilwell imagines #james maddison imagines #baby series: ben chilwell #daddy ben

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luckyukhei · 6 years

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Decisions

Word Count: 2.1k! This one beats "Okay, Twilight" in length.

A/N: I've been working on this idea for ages! I'm finally doing it!

Summary: In her third year of going to a school notoriously known for its high population of Seoul's richest kids. In a world where her economic class is the most important thing about her, she's now faced with a more prevalent question. What Will You Choose?

AU: High School, Rich Kids

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader x Jaemin

Teaser Jaemin Version - Teaser Jaehyun Version

The first day of school was stressful just because of all the talk of class fees that your scholarship didn’t particularly pay for. Your group of friends waited for you as you made a call to your cousin asking if they had shifts for you to pick up at the family restaurant.

Making your way back to the group as they started walking with you. They were on scholarship to this school as well but, you were the poorest of the group. Being the goofs they were they were playfully horsing around. While you were quiet.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and Jaemin’s voice manifested directing itself at you, “What did your cousin say?”

“Oh,” You covered his hand in yours, “She’s picking me up to talk to my uncle about it?”

Haechan’s voice interrupted the small moment with the mentioning of someone else, “Chunja looks like she changed a bit over the summer. You going to slide up on her?”

“Who says that?” Renjun squinted at the unarguably most wild of the bunch.

“I do, No fun Renjun.” Haechan raised his fist to pretend to hit Renjun but, instead, he nudged Jaemin.

Jaemin rubbed his neck,” I dunno maybe. You think she’d be into me?”

Your heart barely had time to swell in an odd feeling when the whole group slowed down. You didn’t have much of a choice because of your position in the middle of the group but, to stop as you heard the speeding of a car pass the group with hooping and hollering.

You looked at Mark as he mumbled, “God. They’re such asses. Rich kids...”

The group continued their own conversations even causing Chenle’s dolphin laugh ring out among the group.

You squeezed through to stand next to him, “Don’t you hang out with them sometimes?”

He nodded in response, “That’s only because my uncle has money and makes his stepson take me with him so my mom feels like I’m assimilating fine.”

“Look at you! Using big words! Sounding all educated.” You laughed at him and he gave you a big brother seeming smile.

They always dropped you off at your house first then Jaemin as he lived right next to you. This time you took notice of your cousin’s car in the driveway along with your mother’s.

“Movie night at Mark- Hyung’s on Saturday!” Jisung reminded you.

“Jisung, it’s Monday. What are you gonna do? Remind her every day?” Jeno teased as they left.

You walked inside greeting your siblings, who excitedly talked about the first day back from break, and mother, who always took the first day of school off of work.

“Jiwoo is waiting for you in your room. We’ll talk about your day when you get back.” Your mom winked at you as she continued listening to your young sister.

“Yes, ma’am.” You nodded at her and walked to your room.

After years of saving up and asking for certain decorations for your birthday or even creating some of them, including a wobbly desk that served as a reminder of why you and the “Dream Team” shouldn’t be anywhere near Woodworking class or power tools in general. One thing that wasn’t apart of your room was your cousin who was lounging on your with two big bags set on the floor.

“What did you bring me?” You asked, tossing your bag in your desk chair.

“Well, hello to you too,” Jiwoo chuckled and wobbled on her knees to the edge of the bed, “I figured that since the girls at my college really liked you from your visit, they wanted to add on to this set of hand me downs. They even gave you old jewelry and shoes. Those are in my car. Although it seems lame that you’re wearing others clothes and stuff.”

You smiled as you looked through the clothes, “Are you kidding me? These are all so pretty and nice!”

“Yeah. They’re nice but, you deserve clothes you bought not preowned.” She told you with sadness laced in her voice.

“That’s why I work hard now, Ji... Tell them I said thank you,” You gave her a big smile as you held up a crop top and a pair of jeans, “For now, let’s try on this cute outfit.”

You sat with Jiwoo and ate ice cream that she leaves in the freezer just in case she has to stay in the restaurant late. You both eat ice cream out of the tub and talk.

“Today, on the way home Haechan was talking to Jaemin about Chunja,” You started scooping out a spoonful of ice cream.

“And this is significant why?” Jiwoo asked, sipping her drink.

“First off, Jaemin is my best friend and he has never, ever, said anything about this girl to me.” You put the spoon in your mouth.

“Is sweet little Y/N jealous?” Jiwoo teased.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m not jealous. Just worried. Chunja is one of the most popular girls in school and I think she’s-”

You dragged your eyes to look at a group of boys who started to wave you over.

“Those kids go to your school?” Jiwoo asked looking over.

“Yeah. They’re Flushes.” You told her standing.

“Flushes?” She asked tilting her head. She grew up rather middle class so some slang she just hasn’t heard.

“Shitty rich people.” You told her before walking over to the table.

You knew of all of them. You knew Lucas fairly well. He hung out with you and The Dreamies every now and then. He was a cool person and fit right in but, he only hung out with the group if his rich friends. He did tell you when he hung out with his friends if you or anyone in the group saw him call him Yukhei.

“Hey, Yukhei!” You gave him a fist bump and a wink.

“Hey, beautiful. I’ve got a few questions for you.” He told you with his ‘playboy’ voice.

“Anything for you.” You nudged him.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas smiled.

“I hope your hoodrat friends aren’t here,” Taeyong muttered before being hit by Jaehyun. Taeyong was known for his distaste for the scholarships. He would go out of his way not to be associated with any of them except Mark.

“My family owns this place.” You answered ignoring the comment and the assault of Taeyong.

“They do?” Jaehyun inquired seemingly interested. You had a few classes with Jaehyun but, you never really talked because you had at least one member from your group in your classes. But, this year he has two classes with you. One filled with his friends and another with you and two of your friends.

You nodded and looked at Yukhei, “Next question. “

“That ice cream you had looked really good... Do they sell it here?”

“No, sorry.” You chuckled and rubbed on your neck.

“See I told you,” Jungwoo hit Yukhei’s shoulder then looked at you, “Yukhei’s is wrong about most things.”

Jaehyun spoke up,” He was right about one thing.”

“Oh? What was that?” You asked playing along.

“You definitely are beautiful,” Jaehyun took your hand gently, “We’re having a party this Saturday. I would love for you to come.”

You looked around before leaning toward the center and beckoning them to lean, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want a hoodrat messing up your party. Plus, I’ve got better things to do than hang out with a bunch of Flushes.”

Before any of them could respond you did a full 180 and waved them goodbye, “Bye, boys. Don’t forget to tip your waitress. I know you’ve got the cash.”

You slid into the office where your uncle usually counted money at night and where the security footage was collected. He told you to wait in there while he finished some things up. Jiwoo was seated on the table and started clapping as you slipped in.

“I have no idea what you did but, they tipped Ms.Kim fifty dollars,” Jiwoo smirked at you,” One of them left you his number.”

“Toss it.” You told her.

“Y/N... He’s a rich kid. Maybe his your way out.”

“He’s a Flush and I’m my own way out.” You couldn’t continue because your uncle came in.

“Y/N, I can’t give you any shifts.”

Your heart dropped, “I need the money...” You were willing to do anything. You worked hard to make sure you were helping your mom out in any way. As long as her and your siblings were taken care of you would work every minute you weren’t in school.

He held out a stack of bills,” That’s why I’m handing it to you. Y/N, you work so hard for everything you have so now it’s time for us to let you relax. You’re still a kid. You aren’t an adult you shouldn’t work like one. Just maintain good grades and get out of the lower class and I’ll help take care of you.”

Your eyes began to water before tears quickly made their way down your chin before you hugged the old man with as much strength as you could muster, “Thank you so much.”

Little did any of you know that the blessing to relax would come at the cost of teenage drama.

That night you were putting your new clothes, shoes, and jewelry away while playing music. There was a knock on your window. You jerked your head towards the window and saw a smiling Jaemin at your window. This was a frequent occurrence that started in middle school. When Mark wanted to hold a group meeting or Jaemin just wanted to come over.

You unlocked the window and slid it open, “Are you staying or are we going?”

“We’re going. Put a jacket and some shoes on.”

“Yes, sir.” You pulled a pair of shoes on and a jacket before taking Jaemin’s hand and climbing out the window and on to the raggedy old roof. From there you climbed down the tree by your house that connected your backyards.

You both dusted your hands off and stuffed your hands in your pockets. You two didn’t really talk. There were a few reasons for that.

A group of voices and smell of distant weed was one of those reasons. Instinctively Jaemin yanked your hood to cover your head and then covered his. He brought you into his side and shielded you.

The group watched you two walked by. They used to be your friends. You grew up with them but, ever since your group got scholarships to the “rich kid school” they felt like your group was trying to become “Flushes”. Although that wasn’t the case.

Another reason was keeping quiet until you got to the rest of the group as it was in your best interest not to get caught as rumors spread fast in a school full of snobby kids who are all watching all the time. Looking for reasons to justify the want in the separation of both groups.

The meeting place was at the picnic table by the swings in the park. Jaemin hopped the fence and you followed suit.

The smell of pizza caused you to run to the spot and grab a slice of pizza.

“Hello to you too,” Chenle commented and you lovingly leaned on him.

With a mouthful of pizza, you asked,” Who’s to thank for feed yours truly?”

Mark raised his hand and you blew him a kiss.

“What’s the meeting about, great leader?” Jaemin asked in a joking manner.

“It’s about Saturday,” He leaned on the pole,” Johnny, my uncle’s stepson, invited us to a party this Saturday.”

“Okay... Did you say no?” Jeno asked eating some pizza.

“I told them we’d be there.” Mark sighed at the chorus of groans.

“Saturday is for the boys plus, Y/N not a bunch of rich kids we don’t like.” Jisung voiced.

“For once in his very young life, Jisung is very right.” You spoke up.

“Guys, this is our chance to befriend the rich kids. Show them that we aren’t that bad. So, Saturday, I want you in your best party clothes. I want you guys to show those Flushes how we ‘hoodrats’ get down.” Mark got his leadership voice and you raised your hand.

“We can meet up at my place since it takes me the longest to get ready.” You offered.

“I’ll take my dad’s van and pick everyone up,” Jeno suggested.

“Sounds good,” Mark nodded, “Y/N, did your uncle give you any shifts?”

“He told me to stop working like an adult and to relax then handed me money for class fees “

Haechan smiled at you, ”Thank Goodness. Now we don’t have to hang out at the restaurant when you work. What are we gonna do with all this time with our favorite girl?”

“Get through the party with the rich kids,” Jaemin answered.

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simplybennnnett · 4 years

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hi I am here to rant about how much I HATE that mack kept fitz's death from deke

so let's depict this line by line... starting from his conversation with daisy

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Daisy: What have you been told?

Deke: Well, Mack was pretty cagey on the details-

~~~

deke has been gone for a while (being amazing)

so here's what we know:

he just found out everyone went to space

he probably thinks they went just cuz

mack told him about it

mack did not say anything about fitz in that moment

mack is the biggest jerk on the planet

no the universe

mack literally had a chance to tell deke. who cares if he left then, he's back now, he's here, just let him know where is only 2 family members are. it's literally not hard to say:

"hey, jemma and daisy went to space to go get fitz, because fitz didn't make it through the battle but there is another fitz in space and he is perfectly fine"

that's literally one of the easiest ways to say it

~~~

Mack and May are talking about something, Deke walks in:

Deke: Why didn't you tell me!?

Mack: *sighs* Might want to give us a minute.

May: *rolls her eyes* Gladly.

~~~

THIS!

mack was waiting for this conversation to happen

he knew eventually deke would find out and he just... didn't say anything?

please someone point out the logic

and don't say "it was just too hard for mack to talk about"

cause no.

it wasnt.

he has no problem talking about it now

and then there's may

deke walks into the room and sound so unlike deke

he's clearly mad

distressed

upset

you can hear it in his voice

this isn't deke coming to bother someone, this is deke legitimately looking for an answer. even if you don't know his question you can hear how serious he is. but may rolls her eyes and uuuggghhh her reaction just makes me so angry!

it's not hard to tell when someone is upset, I really don't understand why people cant get out of their pretty little heads to see that maybe they are not the only ones who have some problems

can you tell I'm sensitive on this subject???

~~~

Deke: Fitz died. He died, and no one was gonna bother to, I don't know, send me a text?

Mack: It was complicated-

Deke: Yeah, no kidding.

~~~

okay but it wasnt.

you know what is complicated:

fighting aliens

finding out you are an alien

losing a limb

losing TWO limbs

robots who are too human

time travel

time travel to the end of the world

THE END OF THE WORLD

things that aren't complicated:

texting a friend to tell him one of HIS ONLY FAMILY MEMBERS has died BUT it's okay because they have a way to get him back

it's not complicated. mack just didn't tell him. period.

~~~

Deke: Besides the fact that this completely proves my entire multi-verse theory 'cause I'm still here,

~~~

he was scared

deke was legitimately scared of what would happen if the time line changed

he probably spent all the time he was gone wondering if one day he would *poof* out of existance

he was scared

and he wouldn't have had to been if SOMEONE would have told him

~~~

Deke: -there's a second Fitz! And-and you sent a team out to find him, and you didn't tell me that either?! That's not complicated. That just sucks!

~~~

and he's right!

it does suck.

it would have taken mack 20 seconds tops to text him and that is the literal least he could have done

he should have said something

~~~

Mack: It was the call made at the time.

Deke: Well, maybe you shouldn't be making the calls because that was bad one.

~~~

okay I have like 3 things that I need to point out now:

1. mack made the call

mack made the call not to tell deke. maybe he consulted jemma, but honestly, I doubt it. jemma is such a family person she probably wasn't even thinking about anyone else but fitz at that point AND she probably assumed someone would tell deke maybe like *cough* the director who shouldn't be director *cough*

which leads me to the next point

2. he really shouldn't be making the calls

this is more toward the writers than it is toward mack

daisy should have been director. she has been loyal to shield and coulson longer than mack. she was there through the hydra problem, the alien problem, the outer space problem, the robot problem, and the time travel problem and she was closest to coulson right behind may. if not daisy then it should have been may. it should not have been mack. it just should not have been.

3. mack cannot come up with a justifiable reason as to why he didn't tell deke

OKAY AND NOW THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE

he can't.

he doesn't tell him why he made the call he just says he does. deke had a right to know and mack didn't tell him and he had no reason to keep that from him. there was no reason.

~~~

Mack: It looked like you had other priorities besides being apart of this team.

Deke: Oh, this team? You mean the team that I helped bring back from the dystopian future?

Mack: Yeah, you did that. Then you left.

~~~

This makes me so mad.

I have to admit I had to read a Wikipedia article to remember the deke's story but even before I did that, I know that he did not grow up with a good childhood. he lived in a place where people killed each other for food. he lived in a terrible place with no trees no sky no nothing. he lived in the freaking middle of space. he lives in a place with blue aliens that constantly tried to kill them.

and then he comes to earth

and there's trees, and there's a sky, and there's everything.

people aren't always trying to kill him there's food everywhere, he finally has it all.

there's just one thing looming over his head

if the timeline changes, will he stay on Earth?

I don't know about you but if that question was on my mind constantly, you bet everything you own that I am out doing the most that I can before I spontaneously disappear.

deke had every right to leave.

he had every right to go live his life, to go build a company, to go see the world, to go experience things. he had every right.

and even then. Even if he didn't have the right to leave, mack still had no right to NOT tell deke.

deke was still a family member to fitz, he was related to him. that gives him a right to know!

anyway mack is a jerk lets move on...

~~~

Deke: I would have gone on the mission to help you find him.

Mack: I believe you.

~~~

you can tell he doesnt

he doesnt believe him. at this point he is doing anything he can to deflect the conversation away from him.

mack probably just forgot to tell deke, but instead of just owning up to that mistake, he is creating excuses and deflecting the conversation away from his own mistake by guilting deke and telling him lies.

he will do or say anything to get deke away and to have him stop pointing out his own mistakes

~~~

Mack: And if we get things settled here on the home front, you'll get your chance. 'Cause I'm gonna pour every resource we have into getting back out there and bringing them home.

~~~

if deke hadn't found out, I doubt mack would have given him this chance. he probably would have continued on life without him. mack does not believe the deke is capable of anything good. He's just saying this to make deke happy and to make him content.

~~~

Deke: *nods*

Mack: But... until then, I need someone smart enough to fill their shoes.

~~~

if you watch the scene closely, right before mack says this he kind of looks around, like he's trying to find something to give deke.

he wants deke off his back.

a part of me thinks that mack thinks the deke is a joke. I don't think deke could do anything to earn mack respect at this point.

~~~

Mack: Maybe you can put that google-sized brain of your to work and help crack this tech.

Deke: What, you tryin' to flatter me?

Mack: Absolutely

Deke: Well... totally worked.

~~~

and if he wasn't trying to flatter de ak, and deek didn't take it so lightly, I would think that Max was making fun of him. sorry. maybe this is a stretch. but this is what I got from this scene.

also maybe put this into perspective.

deke lived in a dystopian world where he had to steal things to be able to eat. The chances of survival were low and nobody liked him. everyone thought of him as a traitor but he was really just doing what he could to survive. I think that he would give anything for someone to tell him that he is doing something good.

I don't even live on an alien planet and I strive for people to tell me that I'm doing something good.

deke is not self-centered.

immature? yes.

naive? Yes.

but self-centered? no.

He's just looking for validation and acceptance. and nobody on this stupid team is giving it to him.

except for jemma

but she's in space so.

no wonder he builds such a big company with a good atmosphere. it's what he wants. it's the environment he wants.

~~~

so basically what im trying to say is mack is a jerk and i hate him... thanks bye ;)

#agentsofs #i used to really like him but now i really hate him #all because he was mean to deke #well i mean before that but this really sealed the deal...

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warmau · 7 years

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hello!! would you mind writing an apartment neighbor au for yuta, taeil and sicheng? i'm really in love with your work by the way and thank you so much in advance! 💓💖

wah how sweet of you!! and sure, no problem!! (some1 asked for sicheng!!!!)find mark + jaehyung (here) // taeyong + ten + haechan (here)

Yuta

what is,,,,,cleaning? who made up that concept,,,,,

owns like 5000 chargers for different like tech stuff like his consoles, his phone, his microwave, his helicam he bought for no apparent reason except for the fact that it looked cool, probably owns that hoverboard from nct dream??? does he use it??? no???? but it has a charger and all those chargers are tangled right in the corner of his room and it’s a Mess

eats in his bed and then says he doesn’t but when sicheng is over with taeyong and jaehyun he feels a crumb under his butt as he’s sitting on yuta’s bed and he was like “what,,,,,,,,,,the heck”

owns a wii u and gets super competitive in wii sports resort like,,,,,he doesn’t take games lightly

other than that he’s pretty simple. doesn’t own a lot of stuff which becomes a problem because he has like one towel and that towel is in the laundry so he has to run naked from the bathroom to his bedroom

and like instead of money gifts he’s just like for the holidays can someone buy me some drapes. mine tore like 4 months ago

has soccer memorabilia in his living room but it’s not displayed neatly it’s just a mess of soccer balls he sticks into the shelves and team jerseys and some old photographs from japan

his mom sends him photos and he puts those up but that’s like the extent of his decorating

walks around in sweatpants and nothing else and leaves the window open and the neighbors are just like YUTA every time and he’s like sO RRy (never changes his habit tho)

and speaking of which you know yuta and he’s really friendly always smiling and you even saw him once dancing to a SISTAR song that was playing in the grocery store you were both in

so you’re like you know he’s a cute, silly guy

but what you don’t know is that he’s also LOL player summorname: winwinshyung WHO KEEPS COMING FOR YOU in GAMES

and it’s because your apartment building is right above a pcroom and you always go down there to blow of steam but everytime you queue into a game,,,,,,your like ok whatever different people on your team

but this one ,,,,,, player,,,,,,winwinshyung,,,,,,,,,will not freakign get off your back

and it’s happened like 3 weeks in a row and you just want to know WHO this dude is

and it’s by chance that you get up to go buy some snacks and as you’re walking past another booth you see that the person is playing league,,,,,and their summorname,,,,,, oh my god its him ITS WINWINSHYUNG

and you try to get a peak of his face but you can’t so you do the old ‘bump into his chair and apologize’ trick and when the person looks up you almost fall over because,,,,,,,,,,,,that’s,,,,,

that’s yuta

and you’re like WHAT and he’s like oh!! you live in my building and you’re still on the fact that he’s the a**hole from your game like you can’t believe it

and you’re like “winwinshyung,,,,,is you?” and he’s like YEAH are you on my team whats your-

and you’re like “no im on the opposite team and im going to c R U S H you” and he’s taken aback but you stomp off to your seat and crack your knuckles and you’re like LETS DO THIS

and the whole time you’re playing your like “do it so you won’t get embarrassed in front of him. he’s your neighbor. you gotta. do it. kill his TEAM,,,,,,curse him and his,,,,,really handsome face and good gaming skills”

but ofc,,,,,,,,,,,you lose and once you get up you’re shocked to see yuta standing there and he’s like smiling and you’re like he’s gonna rub it in

but he goes “you did really well!!! i was surprised you could hold me off for so long!!!” and you’re like what and he’s like “that was our team strategy for me to keep you preoccupied. you were really strong though, we should game together!”

and you’re like.,,,why is he being all nice and you wanna be like “bye” but he’s like digging around in his pocket and he’s like “good neighbors should treat each other, want to go get chicken with me?”

and he smiles again and you can see how pretty his smile is, how pretty his eyes and skin are up close and you’re like dammit dammit damm i t

but you end up in the chicken place sitting with him in one of the outside tables eating together and yuta,,,,,is pretty funny like not only super handsome but with a great personality

even though he rubs some of the sauce off on his jeans which makes you laugh into your hand

but it’s like enjoyable,,,,,and you talk about games but also he tells you he’s from japan and you’re like that’s so cool tell me more

and you end up only going back when it’s like 2 am and as you’re walking he like

steps around you so he’s walking closer to the street and you’re on the inside and it’s such a subtle,,,gentlemen-y thing to do but you find your heart skipping a beat

and once you get home he’s like “i hope we see each other soon!!” and you’re like “yeah!! thank you for the meal!!” but before you go inside you’re like “is it true,,,,i heard from some neighbors that you walk around shirtless with the windows open??? are you really like that?” and yuta bursts out laughing and he’s like “why, are you interested in the view?”

and you turn scarlet red and you’re like nO I JUST HEARD A RUMOR OK BYE NOW but it’s cute the next weekend you see yuta in the pcroom again and he’s like “hey, you’re gonna play?” and you’re like maybe a bit and he’s like cool tell me when you’re done so we can go on another chicken date

and you’re like yeah omg- wait did he just call it a chicken date (he did)

Taeil

always has soft music playing in his apartment

since he has the last name moon and people refer to that as his nickname he got a lot of moon shaped stuff during his housewarming,,,,which is pretty cute like he has a little lamp that is the shape of a crescent moon and some dining wear with a night sky theme and he’s embraced it,,,,he thinks it’s kinda adorable

wanted to keep plants but he settled for buying a fake mini-tree and putting it in his living room and covering it in little ornaments that double as photograph frames of pictures of his friends and stuff

yuta insisted that his picture be at the top and taeil was like,,,,,,,,,,,sure but when yuta came back for some reason it was haechan’s photo at the top Who Did This

haechan voice: it was not me

doesn’t own a bed, lays out a futon when going to sleep and everyone is like that’s so traditonal of you and taeil is like no i do it because i could sleepwalk and end up falling off my bed, hitting my head, and dying

taeyong: why is that so specific

taeil with the same expression: because i have Fears taeyong lay off

likes warm shaggy carpets probably and like big blankets that he can roll himself up into and just sleep,,,,because he always goes to sleep way to damn late

the neighbors are always curious as to why his lights are on until like 3 am and it’s actually because he stays up listening to music and playing guitar

makes guests wear slippers inside and all the slippers are different animals and there’s this cute secret side to taeil even though he’s really mature and awkward sometimes

and you’ve only really talked to taeil like twice,,,,,once while you two were getting mail and another time when he helped you fix your broken lightbulbs but other than that it’s a very smile-based friendship you guys have,,,

until you find yourself sick in bed, literally unable to move because your fever is dragging you into hell

and the friend you called like 5242 times isn’t picking up and you only have the strength left to get out of bed, ring taeil’s doorbell and beg him to go get you some meds from the pharmacy

and he does because taeil is a good person

but he,,,,,,,,,has no idea how to take care of sick people. the motherly one in his friend group is not Him so he calls taeyong and explains the situation and taeyong is like get them meds, buy some soup from a local place, and then make them tea and taeil is like ok ok got it

but then he hangs up and he’s looking at all the medication and he’s like What,,,,,,,,,,,The,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Hell

and so taeil comes back to your place with like ten bags and you’re like why in the world he need so many

and he’s like “i got 20 different meds. 5 different kinds of soup. and some packets of herbal tea, in a variety of flavors im going to read them outloud and make some kind of motion for which one you want ok here we go: raspberry, green tea, lemongrass- ok lemongrass? ok ill go make it”

and for someone who doesn’t take care of others a lot,,,,like physically,,,,,taeil works really hard to make you feel better and it’s really sweet

even though you don’t hear him call taeyong like ten times just to make sure he’s helping and not accidentally making you worse

and taeyong at some point is like “is this your significant other that you’ve been hiding from us or something?” and taeil is like. well he’s like nothing he just hangs up

because ok yes maybe he’s trying so hard not only because you know,,,,neighborly love,,,,,but he also thinks you’re cute

even when you’re sweaty and sick and coughing and wearing some oversized shirt and your hair looks like a nest

he still think you’re cute and wants to get you all better

and when he realizes you can’t even hold the bowl of soup and he has to feed you,,,,,you see his cheeks flush red and you think it might be because the soup is hot

but taeil is just like bkfgdsw im,,,,,feeding my crush,,,,,ok keep cool moon taeil you’re a manly, cool dude,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no just scream inside your head nonstop for the next couple of minutes

and with taeil’s care you’re back on your feet in like two days and you’re like “i don’t know how to thank you!!!” and taeil is like you don’t have to!

but you’re insistent and he’s like “it’s really ok, just if i get sick perhaps you’ll take care of me?”

and you agree, because of course you will but you also let it slip out that you wouldn’t mind just taking care of him everyday he’s so charming

and taeil is like what

and you’re like UM it’s the fever still speaking hahahahaha

but taeil is pretty sure you haven’t had a fever in the past few hours so he just smiles to himself hehe

Winwin

universally adored by the entire block. i would even dare say,,,,,the entire neighborhood,,,,,,,province???

has a shelf full of chinese movies and books and comics because he misses his home country so much that he’s gotten into the habit of collecting whatever he can find in his native language and his parents will always send a care package when they can

is really proud of where he’s from so he ha chinese charms and items that his parents consider lucky hanging around his house

old photos of him in his costumes from dance are up in the living room and he even has some trophies too!!

seems like the type that wants a pet but doesn’t have the time so he has a pet fish that’s named after his home province zhejiang (which literally means zhe river which is a good name for,,,,well a fish)

keeps his place really colorful and pretty and won’t admit it but has an affinity for stuffed toys,,,,mark got him a little toy dragon once and winwin liked it so much he displayed it on a shelf in his bedroom he’s adorable like that

color coordinates his closet (he learned this from the one and only Taeyong)

owns a lot of card games,,,,seems like he’d be pretty good at them too because he’d always just have a cute angelic expression so no one would think twice about him having the upperhand but everytime they play they end up losing and doyoung is like winwin is magical and winwin is like “you all lost and owe me fifty dollars collectively”

likes to buy fresh flowers because they smell good so he gets them for his kitchen hehe

you and winwin don’t talk much,,,,mostly because you’re always leaving your house in a hurry and he’s not much of a,,,,,open person with strangers a bit shy/???

but one day as you’re both taking the elevator up to your floor it suddenly shakes and you and winwin look at each other and then realize that,,,,,,you’re stuck

and you have no reception on your phones so you have press the emergency button and wait till someone responds to help you two and that could take literal Hours

so you and winwin slide against the walls and sit,,,,,,,,,,,in silence

and like 45 minutes goes by of you counting sheep and winwin looking down at his phone and you can’t take the boredom so you’re like “do you wanna play like,,,,,truth or dare or something?”

and winwin looks up at you and is like ??? and you’re like “sorry, im just really bad at being bored you can so no though-” but winwin seems intrigued so he kind of sits up a bit and is like “you go first”

and he picks truth so you’re like well is it true you’re from china? you know it’s the first question so you go easy on him

and he’s like yes truth or dare?

and you’re like ok dare and he’s like,,,,,,i dare you to do a handstand and you’re like in this elevator????? now????

and winwin is giving you an innocent smile and he’s like sure why not

and you’re like ok,,,um,,,,,trying to figure out how you’re going to do this without falling over and looking dumb

and winwin is like “let me show you!!” and he just, like water,,,,is able to get his hands on the floor and lift his body up and you’re like holy hell are you dancer???

and winwin after coming down is like “yes ^^ im happy you noticed!!” and you’re like,,,,,omg

but you try at first by walking your legs up the wall which like does not work and winwin is like let me help

and he reaches out to hold your ankles but you’re ticklish so you end up kind of kicking a bit and he’s like wOAH and you’re like s O RRy

and he’s like you know what let’s skip this dare instead um i dare you to take a really bad selfie and show me

and wow ok winwin is way more ,,,,,,, creative than you expect him to be

and your time stuck in the elevator is pretty fun until the lights suddenly go out and it’s pitch black inside and you,,,clam up in fear

and winwin is like “are you ok?” because he feels your tense shoulder against his and you kind of lean in toward him and you’re like “im sorry, the dark scares me a bit,,,,”

and you can feel the warmth of his arm but you don’t want to be weird and like hide against him

not until he pulls you toward him and your head gently falls against his chest and he’s like “im here. don’t worry”

and you’re shocked,,,,,,like he????? is full of so much mystery and charm

you thought he was the quiet neighbor too scared to talk with others,,,but he’s actually pretty funny and even,,,,,straight-forward??? it makes you kind of blush

also for a dancer he’s so strong,,,,anyway,,,,

you stay beside him and when the lights go back up and the elevator begins to move winwin looks down and you peek up at him

and you both turn red now that you can see each others faces and he lets you go and you get up to gather your things

and when the doors open you’re faced with the technician whose like “sorry i didn’t get here earlier, but hey - did you have fun together?”

and he winks and you and winwin are like redder than ever like WHAT NO ,,,,,,, and you both stumble out and go to your doors and the technician just shrugs

but you have to hold your bag to your chest once you’re inside because,,,,you still feel the warmth of winwin holding you and it ,,,,,it was nice

and winwin is also in his room remembering how nice your hair had smelled, you pressed against his arm,,,,,,,and he has to like shake his head and he’s like,,,,,,,,it’s,,,,what is this

he meets up with his friends and he explains that he felt a warmness from you and a warmness in his friends and jaehyun is like “winwin, i think you’re experiencing what we call a crush” and winwin is like i know what a crush is jaehyun,,,,,,,,,but ,,,,,,,,,,,maybe

haechan: good plan, get stuck in an elevator again

taeyong: no. that is a bad plan don’t do th-

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