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Music Box Mayhem
Thief had waited all night for this moment. Hours of servicing the entitled elite, trying to avoid the watchful gaze of Supervillain's henchmen was finally paying off. The bejeweled lid of the Ophidian Music Box glistened in the pale moonlight, peering through the thick curtains. It sat on a red velvet pillow--which complimented its beauty--in the display closest to the office desk. This would likely be their most successful heist; assuming, of course, they could make it off the grounds of Supervillain's manor. Between security, the guests, and Supervillain themself, it wouldn't be an easy escape. They could worry about that later. Thief reached for the box--
The door handle jiggled. Thief dove behind the desk, shrinking into a tight ball as warm light bathed the room. The door quickly shut with a soft click--only one person had entered. The newcomer shuffled through the room as Thief crawled to the other side of the desk. As long as it wasn't Supervillain or their right hand, they would be easy to take out. Thief peeked from their hiding spot and... Came face-to-face with Hero?
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Hero froze, hands hovering over the sides of the box as he looked down at Thief.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
"I'm getting the Ophidian Music Box, obviously. Why else would I be here?"
"I should've known," he said with a disapproving shake of his head. "Of course you want to get your grubby little paws on the music box. I imagine you're going to sell it off instead--"
"Oh shut it with your self-righteous garbage. I'm going to sell it because I like money. And a good reputation. And stealing is fun. Now if you excuse me, I'm just gonna grab it and be on my way." Thief stepped forward, reaching for the music box. Hero sprung between the artifact and the thief, earning a glare from the criminal. "I was here first, so I get to keep it."
"That's not how it works! It should be returned to the museum for everyone to see--not locked away in some rich guy's vault!"
"Okay? How does that effect me? Honestly, I'm impressed your girlfriend tolerates you. You're such a nag. And you're dull."
"Girlfriend?"
"Uh yeah, Villain obviously."
"I'm not a dull nag," Hero grumbled as his ears reddened. "And-and Villain isn't my girlfriend! She's my enemy."
Thief snorted, giving him a pat on the arm. "Sure, buddy."
"Why do you insist on provoking me? All I want to do is return the music box to its rightful place." Hero sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to fight with you, Thief. If we set aside our differences and take the music box back together, we can both get what we want: your reputation as a good thief and the artifact in its rightful place." Hero offered his hand. "What do you say?"
Thief blinked at Hero, looking from his hand to the music box and back again. "You really think--"
The door handle twisted.
"Hide," Thief hissed. Hero pounced behind the desk as Thief sandwiched themself flat between a couch and coffee table. It wasn't the best hiding place in the world, but it was better than being in the open. Thief heard a single pair of footsteps stride through the room, pausing near the desk. How to get the music box and escape? The thief considered their options.
They could draw attention to the desk and slip behind the newcomer, grabbing the Ophidian Music Box. Hero would be stuck dealing with them, the other person would be distracted, and Thief could flee with their prize. It was risky--especially if the newcomer had powers--but with Hero there, perhaps that wasn't too much of a concern. He had powers and was harebrained enough to protect them.
Thief snaked forward to get a better look at who they were dealing with. They chanced a look over the table... And found Villain standing before the artifact.
"Seriously?! You're here too?!" Villain twirled around, her dress flowing with the movement. Just like every other outfit at the party, it was gaudy and flamboyant, impractical for a heist. Thief jumped to their feet and glared at the villain. She offered a genuine smile. The audacity.
"My dear, Thief! I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Though now that I have, I should've expected someone with your ambitions to be lurking around."
"What are you doing here?"
"You're always a nosey one," Villain hummed. "If you must know, this fine box will look great in my bedroom. I need something new to hold all my jewelry, and what better thing than the Ophidian Music Box? Now I'm tempted to ask you the same question, but I'm more interested to know who's hiding in here with you." Hero sheepishly emerged from behind the desk, blushing more than before.
"H-hey, Villain." Villain looked Hero up and down. He blushed harder.
"Hello, darling Hero. I didn't expect you here, either. I'm not one to complain though, you certainly clean up nicely," she purred. The hero-in-denial swallowed thickly while Thief gagged.
"First you ruin my plans, and now you're subjecting me to your flirting? At least be decent enough to wait until I'm out of the room."
"Don't be so grumpy. I haven't seen my lovely Hero in a while, and I should be allowed to chat with him. However, I am curious about these plans of yours. They don't have anything to do with my box, do they?"
"My plans are called none of your business. Now if you excuse me, I would like to get what I came here for and be on my way." Thief reached for the box again only for Villain to slap their hand away.
"The box needs to go back to the museum." Hero finally regained his voice. Both criminals stared at him. "Please, let me take it back where it belongs." Villain pouted and walked up to the hero, leaving Thief to roll their eyes. Of all the heroes and villains in the city, why did they have to get stuck with these two?
"But Hero, don't you think it'd look great in my room?"
"I-I don't know, I've nev-never seen your room."
"Oh right, that's truly a shame. Perhaps we should fix that." Villain punctuated her point with a wink. That was all it took to reduce Hero into a blushing mess and leave Thief to bury their face in their hands.
"You two are so embarrassing. How can you say the things you say and still show your faces in public? Actually, I don't care. I came here for the box, not to watch the two of you do...whatever this is." They gestured vaguely to the pair as they stalked to their prize.
"Not so fast," Villain tsked. An invisible force pushed against the thief. Not hard enough to knock them over, but enough to keep them away from reaching their goal. Again. "Who said you get to have the music box? Why do you think you deserve it more than myself, or even Hero?"
Thief glared. "I can give you an alphabetical list of reasons why I--"
The door handle turned.
"Hide." Villain pulled Hero behind the curtains as Thief ducked around a neighboring display. Just as before, only a single person entered the room. Dressed in a security guard uniform, they headed straight for the Ophidian Music Box. Thief studied the newcomer. They should be easy to take out as a low-level security guard who was probably sent to... It was Vigilante. Because of course it was Vigilante!
"You have got to be kidding me. At this rate, I'm going to throw myself out the window." Vigilante jumped as the criminal emerged from the darkness, muttering a string of swears under their breath. "I can't have nice things, can I? You people are just determined to ruin my night!"
"It's good to see you too, Thief," Vigilante said flatly.
"Save your pleasantries. I'm not in the mood for idle chitchat."
"You're never in the mood for idle chitchat."
"Who asked you anyway?" They grumbled, turning to the window. "You two can come out now. Unless you're being weird, in which case spare us and stay behind the curtains." The pair came shuffling out a moment later, Villain smiling and Hero hopelessly red. Throwing themself out the window was becoming more desirable by the second. It was almost worth leaving the box behind. Almost.
"Why are you here, Vigilante?" Villain asked, sitting herself on Supervillain's desk.
"I have a feeling I'm here for the same reason as the rest of you. Does the Ophidian Music Box ring a bell?"
Thief groaned, dramatically throwing back their head. "Of course your here for the box. Why wouldn't you be here for it?"
"What do you plan on doing with it?" Hero asked.
"I'm giving it to the museum. But only if they pay me, otherwise I'll keep it."
"You're ransoming it to the museum?!"
"When you put it that way, it sounds bad."
"That's because it is bad. You can't ransom the box to the museum, it belongs to them!"
Vigilante shrugged. "It's no different than what you're doing. I'm just getting money for it."
"Now Vigilante," Villain interjected, "I can appreciate a good hustle. You're plan actually isn't bad, but I think you should sit this one out. There's already three of us who want the box, adding you into the mix makes it more complicated."
"I hate to agree with her, but she's right," Thief mumbled. "I already have to deal with these two, I do not need to deal with you too."
Vigilante gasped, slapping a hand over their chest in mock offense. "That really hurts, Thief. I thought we were friends. I mean, we're not so different you and I."
"And that is exactly why we're not friends. You go around saying things like that."
"Come on now, you know I'm not--"
"Alright, that's enough." Hero stepped between the pair, and made an effort to look at everyone. Despite his best attempt to mask his feelings, Thief noticed a hint of irritation in his eyes. Mr. Goodytwoshoes could get annoyed if they pressed hard enough. "Clearly we're getting nowhere by arguing about the Ophidian Music Box. We all want it for one reason or another, but no one is going to get it if we continue to bicker. So, let's talk this out. We'll each present a case for why we want the music box, and then we can decide who gets it."
"I can see what you're trying to do, darling, but diplomacy isn't going to get us far. We all came for the music box, and I doubt any of us are willing to leave without it," Villain pointed out.
"I have to agree with Villain," Vigilante hummed, "which is exactly why I'll just take the music box off your hands. You can thank me later." Before Thief could protest, Hero put himself between the artifact and Vigilante. They eyed each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Villain rolled her eyes with a scoff, slipping off the desk and prowling toward the bickering crime-stoppers.
"Like he said, we're getting nowhere like this. Just let me take it and we can all go home for the night. Except for you, Hero. You can come home with me, if you'd like." That earned yet another blush from the hero and a long sigh from Thief.
"Great. He's definiently going to side with you on the matter because of your manipulation."
"She-she's not manipulating me!"
"I'm not manipulating him," Villain echoed. "Though I'm curious to know why you're trying to turn us against each other. It does conviently work in your favor if the two of us fight."
"Oh no, you don't get to accuse me of manipulating him."
The three of them were arguing. Well, it was more like Villain and Vigilante were arguing while Hero tried to keep the already shaky peace. Thief tuned them out. The others left Thief forgotten and the box open for the taking. They had one shot to claim their prize and make a run for it. They would make it good.
Thief snatched the music box and made a break for the door, failing to notice the handle fidgeting again.
Supervillain entered their office, taking a step back as they took in the sight. They looked from Villain to Hero to Vigilante before their eyes finally settled on Thief and the Ophidian Music Box. Shutting the door behind them, they leaned against it and smiled.
"Now what do we have here?"
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This thing is 2125 words long. I thought it would maybe be around 1500 words, but apparently not. I'm never writing again. I'm kidding, but wow this is the longest snippet I've written. And I've only written five. Anyway, there's probably some mistakes. I wrote and finished this all on my phone, so I might go and edit it when I have access to a computer. Hope you enjoy.
#thief#hero x villain#heroes and villains#heroes and villains community#I've been rewatching Leverage#One of my favorite episodes is The Rashomon Job so if you've seen that episode#you can tell this snippet is inspired (arguably heavily) by that#poor thief#they can't catch a break#all they wanted was to get money#instead they're stuck with three people after the same thing they are#Also I didn't intend for the hero x villain stuff to be so overt#I wanted to simply imply it#but that clearly didn't go as planned#Alternative titles include: The Turning of the Handle#Thief Can't Catch a Break#and The Music Box Job
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marriage and honor.
jake seresin x reader (wc: 6.5k)
summary: the Navy has already taken two people from your life, and you don’t intend to let there be a third. that is until Jake Seresin walks into your life
warnings: severe plot holes, mentions of character death, swearing
authors note: based off of the movie Purple Hearts. it’s a great movie and i highly suggest watching it! please bear with me in the beginning of this, the plot holes fix themselves, i promise lol. i literally threw this together because i wrote one scene for shits and giggles and had to commit to it
(read parts two and three here: december and devotion, cats and christmas)
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No one ever expects to have to bury their brother at fifteen. Kinda just like no one expects to have to bury their other brother at eighteen. But you do it the first time and then you do it again three years later. It's a bit like deja vu the second time, like you're reliving the actual nightmare all over again. Except this time there's no one to hold your hand and tell you it's all going to be alright because he's dead and buried too.
They both die honorable deaths in service to their country. At least that's what they say at the memorials. You're not so sure there's anything comforting about dying honorably. They're both still dead, honored or not.
Raised by your grandparents, you'd grown up the youngest of three on a military base smack dab in the middle of San Diego, better yet known as Fightertown USA. True military brats, your old brothers enlisted straight out of high school, one after the other. As their young and impressionable kid sister, you worshiped the ground they walked on and had your heart set on following in their footsteps. That was of course, until they both went and died.
'Sometime these things just happen', is what you were told. And you know, freak accidents do happen. Engines fail, training exercises go awry, safety precautions are ignored. But that doesn't make up for the fact that lightning has, against all odds, stuck the same place twice.
So after the Navy takes away not one but two people from your life, you swear off all things to do with military life. The moment you graduate high school you pay out of pocket just to move off of the base into a shitty the-bedroom-and-bathroom-are-in-the-same-place apartment. You go to college and get the kind of degree that looks good on paper but you can't really get a job with. But it's fine because it helped you to put the past behind you and move on. So much that when your grandmother passes away unexpectedly, leaving your grandfather widowed, you're able to stomach moving back closer to home to take care of him.
At least, you'd thought that you had moved on.
Now, standing in the middle of the courthouse wearing what had been your college graduation dress (the only white dress you could find on such short notice) and watching the man before you slip a ring on your finger, you're not so sure. As a matter of a fact, you actually feel sick, queasy like you might have to bend over the nearest trashcan to get the blood rushing to your head again. That might would be a good idea because what the hell were you thinking.
Jake must take notice of the expression on your face because he offers you a weak smile, his pink lips pressed together. The same thought must be running through his mind too because he also looks like he might be sick at any moment.
What the hell were either of you thinking?
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Thankfully the minister is too bored looking with his own job to notice that both of you are looking worse for wear. He also completely forgets to say 'you may now kiss the bride', which is another thing to be thankful for. That might have been the straw that broke the camel's back and sent both you and Jake running for the hills. Instead he mumbles a unenthusiastic congratulations and departs from the room, leaving you and Jake standing numbly side by side.
In the following seconds after the minister leaves the room, silence settles between the two of you, partially due to shock and partially because you don't even know what to say. It's a sight, Jake in his pristine navy dress whites and you in your too short college graduation dress.
Finally, Jake clears his throat, swallowing. "Well, there's no turning back now."
*queue rewind noise*
You may be wondering how we got here.
*six days ago*
"C'mon baby, you didn't think that was funny? Girls usually love that line."
He'd been after you all night, smiling, cracking jokes, buying you beers. You had to admit, he was nothing if not persistant.
"Unfortunately for you, I don't date funny guys." Despite your tone, you're actually genuinely amused by the situation. He's trying so hard, and it's getting him absolutely nowhere.
He's handsome, without a doubt the most attractive man at the bar, but he could be the most attractive man in the world and you still wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. Not with that smile and defiantly not with that uniform on.
"And why is that?" he laughs, undeterred by your blatant disinterest. His friends are watching, have been watching the two of you do this dance all night, and he's not about to back down now.
You watch the smile lines that appear on his tanned face, the way his eyes crinkle in amusement as he awaits on your answer. He's probably a few years your senior, early thirties if that's anything to go by.
"Funny guys are dangerous. They make you laugh and laugh and then boom you're naked."
His smile twitches and yeah, you can be funny too, wise guy.
"Is that where you think this is going?" he asks.
"Where else would it be going?"
And that's how it all started. The beginning of the end.
"You know navy spouses get a monthly stipend and are allowed to live on base?"
You remain facing the bar, peeling at the label on your bottle, not bothering to glance to your side. "You know, I really fucking wish Natasha would keep her mouth shut."
"(Y/n)—"
"It's no one else's fucking business what—"
He grabs the seat of your stool, nearly jerking it out from under you as he pulls it closer to his own. "Listen to me," he growls, a stark change from his usual demeanor.
Stubbornly leaning away so that you're not so close, you regard him with suspicious and narrowed eyes. You raise an eyebrow as if to say he's got your attention, however unwillingly.
"Right now, we're both in a tight spot, okay?"
You knew about his dad. Heard the whole spiel from Natasha— who you're learning that while, your best friend, cannot be trusted to keep her mouth shut— about how they weren't on good terms, hadn't talked since Jake got into the academy, and suddenly he calls out of the blue to tell Jake that he'd had enough of his son's playing around and that it was time for him to start thinking about getting married. That if he didn't within the next few months, he'd arrange the whole thing himself.
"You need a place to live—" You shush him, eyes darting to the people around you. You don't need anyone knowing that you can't exactly afford to pay your rent. Jake rolls his eyes because he doubts anyone could hear him even if he was yelling with how loud it is in the bar, but he lowers his voice regardless. "You need a place to live, and I need to get my old man off of my back..." He trails off, as if you should know where he's going with this.
You don't. You're just staring at him with an increasingly annoyed expression on your face, wondering how soon you can get out of this conversation.
He takes a deep breath and sighs.
"Hear me out, okay? What if we get married?"
You had actually laughed in his face at first, and Jake was so dead serious about it that he didn't even dwell on the fact that it was the first time you had laughed at something that he'd said.
"Not a chance in hell, Seresin," had been your second response. But that's the thing with pretty guys, they can be awfully convincing.
It all happens so fast that you have metaphorical whiplash. Next thing you know, you're wearing a brand new diamond on your finger and going out to the bar with his entire squad the night before their deployment.
Of course, they're all a bit shocked at first. You would be too. You and Jake hadn't exactly been even remotely civil with each other just a few days prior. But if any of them are suspicious of your's and Jake's sudden union, they don't let on, all too happy to have something to celebrate before they ship out. Fanboy and Payback have each brought their wives and Natasha her girlfriend as well. You suppose you're expected to mingle with them, maybe shed a tear or two over the shared bond that your partners are going across the country, but you can't really find a way to connect with them so you kind of just avoid them altogether. You do feel bad, sitting there without a care in the world while they all try to offer comfort and reassurance to each other. But you don't really know what else to do because it's not like you're exactly sad.
Thankfully Javy, or as he's known, Coyote, stands up and raises his near empty bottle of beer in the air and saves you from anymore uncomfortable sitting. "I'd like to make a toast! To the newlyweds!" You spoke too soon. The table cheers and raises their bottles in response, all of the attention turning to where you and Jake are sitting. Cheeks immediately flushing, you have to refrain from sinking down in your seat. Jake is grinning, accepting the few rough pats on the back that he receives from Rooster beside him.
And just when you think that's the worst it's going to get, it gets worse.
"Kiss!"
You're not sure who starts it, but like teenage boys, the entire squad parrots in unison.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
At first Jake just laughs and shakes his head good naturedly, shrugging off the insistent urging of his friends, and you think that's going to be the end of it. But the chanting doesn't stop and finally Jake turns towards you. Your face is probably red hot and undeniably panicked. Heart racing, you try to read him in the half second that you're given as he leans and wraps his arm around you. Is he going to kiss you? Are you supposed to kiss him?
Neither option happens. Jake's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side and at the last moment, he turns to press a kiss to your cheek. A series of disappointed boos follow but they are drowned out by clapping for the most part. He's uncomfortably close, closer than you ever would have liked to be to Jake Seresin, but you have to remind yourself that it's all for show. When Jake does turn away, you can still feel the warmth of his lips smeared against your cheek. Even so, he hasn't let go of you pressed into his side.
Your heart still racing, you reason with yourself that if Jake can play the part, you might as well too, and under that pretense, allow yourself to hide your face into his shoulder to conceal it's redness. The smell of his cologne washes over you, and oddly enough, you don't hate it. It's subtle, with a hit of what might be amber, and nothing like the overwhelmingly masculine scent that you would have pegged him for.
If Jake finds your sudden willingness to touch him strange, he doesn't comment on it, likely assuming that you're just trying to make this thing between the two of you seem real. You somewhat reluctantly pull away when Coyote's voice raises again.
"And here's to shooting down some fucking MiGs!"
Again, the table erupts into a chorus of cheering and hollering. You still, allowing Jake to fully pull away from your side while the proclamation rings out in your head. It's a very grounding moment, and suddenly you feel very alone sitting at the table. No one seems to have noticed your shift in mood. Maybe you're the only one put off by Javy's statement because this is their reality. There are people who are not coming home from this mission; everyone just likes to assume it won't be them. You know better.
You can't help it, the words just come out of your mouth. "That's a fucked up thing to say."
It's the first time you've really spoken up the entire night and all heads turn towards you. Based on the look in Jake's eyes, which is a bit apprehensive, as if he knows this is headed nowhere good, you realize you probably should have just kept your mouth shut.
Payback shifts uncomfortably in his chair while the rest of the crew glances around the table wearing varying states of confusion. Their gazes shift from you to Jake, as if waiting for some sort of explanation.
Coyote is the first to break the silence. "Look, sweetheart, that's just the way things are. Here in the Navy, that's a badge of honor. Your boy Hangman here is the only one of us with a confirmed air-to-air kill."
"(Y/n)—", Jake attempts to interject, but you're not about to let him explain himself to you in front of all these people.
You set your jaw and swallow back the anger threatening to rise up in your throat. "Yeah, because killing people is so honorable."
Coyote scoffs. "We're just doing our jobs. And if that means taking down a few planes while we're at it, so be it."
"Your job is to protect people," you snap. "There are people out there who have families—"
"Alright, that's enough—" Jake begins to interject for the second time, but this time it's Coyote who interrupts him.
"Come on, man. You're really going to let her say that kinda shit—"
You stand up. "I don't need his permission to—"
"I SAID ENOUGH." This time it's startling enough to cut both of you off. "(Y/n), what is your fucking problem?" Jake snaps.
You flinch at the harshness of his question.
Your eyes travel around the quiet table, where everyone is holding their breath, and then back to Jake. His green eyes reflect a type of pissed off what would be terrifying if you weren't so angry yourself.
A small, logical part of you knows that he has a right to be angry. You've picked a fight for no apparent reason in front of his friends and he hasn't the slightest clue why. It's not his fault your brothers are dead and you blame the Navy for it.
Regardless, that doesn't make up for the fact that you're pissed off by his defense of what Coyote has said. Even though you probably owe him an explanation, you're not about to answer him when he's just yelled at you. You also know that if you don't say something, he's going to and you'd rather die before letting him tell you off in front of all these people. You abruptly push away from the table and storm off for the bar top. You can hear Jake chasing after you.
"(Y/n)."
You ignore him in favor of heading towards the back door of the Hard Deck, pushing past people regardless of whether they're in your way or not. Being slightly more considerate, you can hear Jake moving much slower as he excuses himself through the crowd.
"(Y/n)—"
You come to a stop once you reach the door, spinning on your heels with a fire in your eyes.
"What's my problem?!"
Behind you, you can hear the loud jesting and jeering of his friends back at the table. They're still ruffled with excitement from your outburst, and Coyote's voice follows your retreating back. "Jesus man, get your girl under control."
I'm not his girl, you want to snap. He doesn't own me.
Jake has stopped a few feet away from you.
"What's my fucking problem?! My problem is that your friends are sitting over there calling murder honor."
Jake sighs harshly though his nose. Shaking his head, green eyes looking up, he begins, "He didn't mean—"
"No. I know what he meant, Jake. You're all a bunch of cowards. You're all too goddamn scared to admit that maybe you're not doing as much good as you thought over there, and so you just justify it by saying all killing is good killing, right?" you spit.
His vibrant green eyes harden but he doesn't respond. "That's some real goddamn honor, right, Jake?" you repeat, angrier this time, wanting more than just some watered down reaction from him. If there's one thing that pisses you off about Jake, it's that you've never gotten anything more than what he's conditioned himself to respond with. It's like he's locked up in this stupid box of his and the most you can ever get out of him is a glance. You want him to be angry with you.
"That's enough." His jaw is tight, and you can tell that even despite his lowered voice and rather subdued demeanor, you've hit a nerve.
"Admit it. Admit that you—“
"(Y/n)." His voice adopts a seriousness that you've never heard from him before. It sounds almost dangerous.
Jake steps towards you and for a moment you think you've won. And then in the moment following that, you actually think that he's going to get physically angry with you. Your heart stalls. Jake's a big guy, a naval aviator, and no matter how good he sells himself to be, he could hurt you if he wanted too. You would never have pegged him as someone who would put his hands on a girl, even after only knowing him for a week, but a man is a man, perfectly ironed uniform or not.
Only he doesn't. Instead he steps into your space and leans in closer than you've ever been before. His hand presses into your back, firmly pulling you into his chest so that you have no choice but to shift closer to him, your bodies molding together. "I said that's enough. They can see us arguing."
The press of his mouth to your ear conceals the exchange of your conversation from the listening table. You can smell his cologne on the starched collar of his uniform.
"I don't care if they see us—" Pushing your palm into his chest, you try to reestablish the distance between you, but like a brick wall, Jake doesn't budge.
"You realize that we have to make this look real?" he hisses. "From here on out, they're watching everything we do. The government is watching everything we do. Do you understood that?" His voice is tense, and it sounds more urgent than angry now.
Standing there, you realize his heart is thumping heavily beneath your palm. His body is uncomfortably rigid, like a scared dog waiting for its owner to show up and see the mess he's made. Behind you, the table has gone relatively quite. Rooster murmurs something along the lines of, "It's a little early for there to be trouble in paradise already."
Someone—Coyote—responds, "I don't think he thought this through, man. They won't last two weeks."
Jake's eyes meet yours, and you know he can hear them too. You swallow, trying to relax a little in his grasp. He's right, you have to make this look real, and fighting right off the bat doesn't exactly look good.
"Are they still looking at us?" You finally ask, leery now to even speak too loud.
Jake breathes a sigh of relief beside your ear, taking your sudden quiet as cooperation. "Yeah, just keep talking, okay? Act like we're working it out."
Despite trying to appear more comfortable than you are, you don't move your hand from his chest. The coarse material of his dress whites rises and falls steadily beneath your palm. It's calming in a sense, and you try to focus on its rhythm rather than the fact that you're so close that you can feel the heat of his mouth beside your ear.
"Still looking?" You ask after a few moments pass.
He hums. "Yep."
"Well then what do we do? We can't just stand like this forever." The longer you stand together, the more details you become aware of. Like the fact that his face is freshly shaven against your cheek and that he must have brushed his teeth before this because his breath smells like Listerine.
"Look at me."
"What?" You ask, your brow furrowing as he pulls away. His hand that had been holding your waist firmly in place lifts to grip your jaw.
"You're going to have to kiss me," he explains, glancing briefly over your shoulder.
"What?" Before you can even protest, he's leaning in and pressing his mouth to yours. Without the time to process what exactly is happening given your state of alarm, all you can do is go along with it. His lips mold against yours in what might be the most borderline tame kiss you've ever had. Despite this, you are reluctantly surprised to note how good of a kisser he is. It's just forceful enough to let you know he's in control but not so much that it's unpleasant. His lips are full and taste vaguely of his mouth wash.
You don't kiss him back.
It makes no difference to the group behind you whether you actually kiss or not; they can't tell from this distance and all they have to do is believe it happened. It's more for your own self preservation than anything. It's one thing to play the part, it's another thing to get caught up in it and catch feelings. And with Jake Seresin, that was a dangerous game to play. You'd already felt it, him prying his way under your skin when he'd held you at the table and the smell of his cologne filled your sense. It would be that easy.
To his credit, Jake lingers just long enough to make the kiss believable before pulling away. Even si, it still feels uncomfortably long. He leans back and you don't miss the fact that he wipes his hand across his mouth. "Sorry," he mutters under his breath, looking away.
"Jake..." you begin, immediately feeling bad, but he stops you.
"Whatever, (Y/n). It's fine." He won't look you in the eyes now. You turn to look over your shoulder, desperate to get yourself out of this increasingly bad situation .
"They're not looking," you say, finding the table now amicably chatting with each other rather than focused on the two of you. The sudden PDA must have finally diverted their attention. "...you can step away now."
"Right," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly. Jake drops his hand from your waist and steps back like he's glad to finally put some distance between the two of you. So much for making this look natural.
You return to the table shortly after, in hand to make it appear as if you've made up and smiling tightly when Bob cheerily welcomes you back to break the awkward silence. Once seated, you drop each other's hand beneath the table immediately. The rest of the evening is spent avoiding contributing to conversations that involve the other. If anyone notices, they don't comment on the fact that the two of you hardly look at each other for the rest of the evening, and somehow you manage to put up an otherwise happily married front.
When a few of the guys finally get a little bit too drunk, specifically Rooster, you're all too happy when Natasha calls it a night. Because they ship out the next day, Jake drives you back to the hotel where all of the married couples have rented out a room for the night. Apparently it's a tradition or something. You make the drive in silence. You let him check into the room and carry both of your bags up, disappearing into the small bathroom to splash cool water onto your face. It helps to ease some of the tension from this evening. Leaning over the sink, you watch the water swirl down the drain.
Is this crazy? This is crazy, right?
Jake is sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands when you step out. He's taken off his hat and suddenly he seems a lot more fragile than he was a few minutes ago. There's a softness to him, something having been previously concealed by the precise styling of his hair and tense pull of his set jaw. Before you can break the silence, he sucks in an uneasy breath.
"Hey, we need to talk about something. Um, you know... in case I..."
In case he doesn't come back.
You swallow, looking down at the ground. After tonight, after he's kissed you, all of this is starting to feel a little bit to real. What the hell happened to pretending? This was all supposed to be pretend. "Jake, please don't do that—"
He stands up from the end of the bed, and you notice the folded paper in his hands. "This is all of my personal information, you know, bank accounts, passwords, phone numbers... Anything you might need if something happens to me." He says it all as if it's so normal, but you can hear the apprehension in the thinness of his voice.
Already, you're shaking your head as he hands you the letter. "Jake, please. I don't want that." Your heart is pounding and all you want to do in the moment is go back in time and never have agreed to do this in the first place. This was insane. What were you thinking? Like you were going to put yourself through this again?
"(Y/n)—“ Jake tries, interrupting your spiral of thoughts.
"I said NO, Jake," you snap, stepping back from him and the letter. There are tears burning at the backs of your eyes, like you might burst into a hit of hysteria at any moment. "I change my mind. I can't do this..."
Jake's eyes glance from you to the paper in his hand and then back to you, and then he drops his outstretched arm with what sounds like a laugh. "Right. Not like we're fuckin' married or anything." He releases a puff of air from his cheeks and runs his hand through his hair like he's contemplating pulling it out. "Do you know how screwed we are if anyone finds out about this? Do you, (Y/n)??" he asks, his voice rising to a concerning level. "We're done!"
"Jake, I—"
He tosses the letter onto the bed and sits back down with a heavy sigh, looking down at his feet. When he finally speaks again, his voice had lowered to a more acceptable volume. "It's a bit too late for you to back out now. If the Navy finds out about this— if anyone one finds out about this, I could lose my job. We could both go to jail."
Silence settles over the two of you as Jake sits on the bed, staring at his feet, and you stand there in the middle of the room, willing your heart to stop pounding in your chest. You need to get out of here before your heart implodes. You turn and grab your coat from by the door.
"Where are you going?" Jake asks, his voice tired and annoyed.
"I need some air," you say, shrugging on your coat and opening the door. He doesn't try to stop you on the way out.
You regret the decision the second that you walk out the door. Now that the sun is gone, it's freezing outside. Your original plan had been to go for a walk to clear your head but you doubt now you'd make it very far. Walking down the stairs and out into the nearly empty parking lot, you look around, considering whether or not you would survive the trek to a gas station. When you realize you've left your phone back in the room, you decide against it. You aren't dumb enough to walk in the dark alone. Instead you head towards Jake's truck, which is parked out by itself at the end of the lot. To your surprise, you find it's unlocked and the door swings open when you tug on the handle. You climb in and the switch to lock the door behind you. Even the inside of the car is cold but at least it's out of the wind. You hug your knees into your check and tuck your chin into them, curling up in the driver's seat to keep warm.
And then you just sob.
It's the kind of sobbing that starts long and drawn out and then escalates into the rapid breathing that happens when you can't get enough air into your lungs and it feels as though there's an entire golf ball stuck in your throat. You haven't cried this hard since you were a kid—since your first brother died. You didn't cry the second time, didn't allow yourself to feel anything the second time because you knew there wasn't going to be anyone to pull you back together if you did.
At least being away from all of this had allowed you some time to forget, even if for just a moment, that they were gone without having to be constantly reminded. You had moved to put as much distance between yourself and the Navy as possible. Because that way life wouldn't get the chance to take another person from you in the same way. Looking at the ring on your finger now, that's exactly the opposite of what you had just done. This was just supposed to be until you could get back on your feet, and if it helped Jake out in the process then great. Now that you think about it, it was stupid of you to think that you would be able to make it through this with out catching feelings for him.
Now you're going to lose him too.
You cry until you almost make yourself sick and then some more. Your sobbing is interrupted every few minutes when you choke on your own air and have to swallow the golf ball that is lodged in your throat so that you can breathe. You're not sure how long you sit there just crying. Surely at least an hour has passed. By the time your sobbing has slowed, your head hurts and your chest aches enough to be sore.
Knock knock knock
You jump at the noise, head shooting up from between the bracket of your knees. It's dark outside, the parking lot just barley lit in a wash of grey by the moon. Even so, you can make out Jake's broad figure in the darkness.
"Open the damn door." His order comes out in a puff of frosty condensation that warms a spot on the window, his voice only partially muffled by the barrier. His shoulders are hunched against the cold, the upturned collar of his coat doing little to protect him from the brutal conditions.
For a while you just stare at him through the window, swallowing back the spit in your throat.
"Open the door," he repeats, knowing better than to think that you can't hear him. If only locking yourself in his car was the solution of all of your problems. Reluctantly, you reach over and click the lock, slowly rolling down the window.
After it stops, you stare at each other through the open car window, separated only by the frame of door that he could now easily reach out and open. His soft brown hair is mushed and in disarray, nose and cheeks tinted pink form the chill. The pleasant green of his eyes is mostly hidden as he squints against the wind.
Finally, you suck in a breathe, your chest shuddering. "I cannot do this," you stress, all of the fear that you've been shoving down now presenting itself in a singular sentence.
Jake sighs, his face softening to reflect a look of sympathy. "Look, I promise you, it's not that bad. You'll come with me to the carrier when I ship out tomorrow, we'll hug each other goodbye, and then you won't even have to see me for a couple of months. It'll be like none of this ever happened. And when I come back... we'll figure it out. Okay?" His voice is soft and understanding, like he's talking to a child.
You stare at the dashboard, your stomach still churning anxiously. "That's not what I'm... It's not you, Jake." Quite the opposite. "I lost my brothers to the Navy. Both of them. And I don't think I can take losing anyone else."
Immediately Jake's face falls as he puts everything into place. Your initial distaste for him, your furious outburst at Hard Deck, your reluctance to have have anything to do with the Navy... "I—God, I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I had no idea."
You shrug, calming down now that you've finally let go over everything that you've been holding in. "I asked Natasha not to tell you. I just thought that I could get over it so what was the point in even telling you?"
The wind blowing into through the open window is bone chilling and so you can only imagine how cold Jake is standing outside the car. For a while there's only the sound of his quiet breathing.
"Nothing's going to happen to me, (Y/n)," he says into the darkness.
"How can you be so sure?"
Hands shoved into his pockets, body braced against the wind, he shrugs. "I'm not. But if I didn't tell myself that every morning, I'd never get out of bed."
Sighing, you pull the handle on the inside of the door. "C'mon, it's fucking cold out there."
Jake huffs as if to say, you're telling me, and grabs the handle to pull open the door. Only instead of climbing in, he steps further inside the door and grabs your head in his cold hands so that your faces are mere inches apart. "I mean it, kid. I'm not going to leave you, alright? You just gotta trust me."
Looking into his eyes, you know he means it. For the second time since you've known Jake, you really see him. Standing before you is the same man that you saw in both of your brothers. Granted, they were much younger than he is now, but you get it. You'd been trying to see him as anyone else other than the brothers you lost, praying that it would hurt less, but you can't make someone into something they're not.
"Okay," you whisper. "I trust you, Jake."
You're awake hours earlier than what you're used to in the morning, but that's only because you had glanced at the alarm clock at half past three and realized that you only had few hours left with Jake. The both of you had returned to the hotel room and changed in comfortable silence, slipping into the single bed together without a word. Jake had reached over and pulled you into him without so much as a second thought. Now his body is draped heavily on top of yours, his nose tucked into your hair as your fingers trace along the bare skin of his exposed back.
You switch between staring at the ceiling and watching the numbers change on the alarm clock, trying to think about anything other than the fact that Jake would wake up in about an hour, you'd drop him off at the carrier at six, and that would be it. You'd only just gotten him and now you were going to have to let him go.
When Jake's alarm does go off, you're more emotional than you thought you would be, but Jake seems to be fine, dutifully putting on his uniform and carefully packing all of his bags, so you try to put on a brave face. You move slowly, dragging out the process of getting dressed as long as possible just so that there's no excuse to leave for the dock any sooner than you have too. After you're done getting ready, you watch him shave once and then again for good measure before he ultimately decides that you've both wasted enough time putting off the inevitable.
The drive there is silent as well and would have been unbearable had Jake not reached over the consol to reassuringly squeeze your hand. He doesn't let go of it until you pull into the crowded port. Between people trying to get their things on board and a bunch of teary goodbyes, it's beyond you how you manage to find the Dagger Squad in the midst of the chaos. Fanboy and Payback are saying goodbye to their families while Rooster and Natasha chatter excitedly with an older man also dressed in naval attire, the name plate on his uniform identify him as 'Maverick'. It's all so overwhelming that only when Jake squeezes your hand again do you realize that it's time for you to say goodbye.
Reluctantly, you turn towards him, interlocked hands swinging between the two of you. He does his best to smile, and to his credit, it's not entirely fake. "Well," he sighs. "This it it."
"For now," you add, returning his soft smile as you look up at him.
"For now," Jake agrees, his smile brightening now that you seem to be okay also. He pauses, just staring down at you for a moment before he adds, "Are you going to let me kiss you?"
You smile, answering him this time without hesitation. "Only if you keep your promise."
Jake's large hand comes up to cup your cheek, cradling your chin in his palm as he leans down to you. "I promise," he murmurs before pressing his mouth to yours, perhaps even more tender than he did the first time at Hard Deck. Only this time you reciprocate it, chasing his mouth as you lift up on your toes and run your fingers through the back of his hair. Groaning, Jake sighs into the kiss. It's dizzying and you don't know how it's possible to put all of the passion that you've been holding back into one kiss, but somehow you do. His lips are soft and you have to shove down the urge to grip his hair and demand him for more, because it by some miracle occurs to you that you're on a ship in front of hundreds people.
Jake's the one to pull away, his eyes shining and pink lips slightly more swollen than they were a minute ago. You can't help but laugh, wiping away some of your lipgloss from his mouth with your thumb. "Goodbye, Jake."
"Goodbye, (Y/n). And don't forget, I'll see you soon."
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Let me take care of you
Request: I don't know if you know, but Noah kind of lost his voice during a concert(?) when you can, can you write that the reader flew out to take care of him or just to be there with him? :c ♥️ You choose whether they're friends or in a relationship, whatever you feel. Don't overwhelm yourself, precious; we love you more♥️♥️
No warnings
An: sorry I put a friends to lovers trope. 😅 thank you for this request. I loved it.
Words 2800ish
Noah Sebastian x reader
Noah Master list
You had always been terrified of heights. The mere thought of being high up in the air made your palms sweat and your stomach churn.
So, how you boarded a plane and flew for more than half a minute was a mystery to you. But you did it for Noah, your best friend, who was going through a rough patch. Your sneaky self conspired with the other three men to visit without Noah knowing.
He'd lost his voice and had to cancel several shows, which made him feel guilty and depressed.
He kept blaming himself for not taking better care of his health even though the others assured him that it was not his fault and that he would recover soon.
You had booked a car online, but when you got to the rental center, you faced an unexpected problem. The vehicle you had reserved was unavailable, and the counter clerk seemed clueless about what to do. He asked you to wait in the lobby while he talked to his manager, promising to sort things out as soon as possible. You felt your blood boil with frustration. You hated waiting - especially when you had paid for something in advance. You glared at the clerk as he walked away, wishing you could zap him with your eyes. You grabbed your phone and dialed Noah's number, hoping to check on him. You waited for him to pick up but heard a different voice on the other end instead.
"Hello, this is Noah's assistant. How can I direct your call?" It was Jolly; his thick accent and cheerful tone always made you smile.
"Hey, Jolly. It's me." You chuckled. "Is Noah paying you well? You seem to be working very hard lately."
He laughs back, "He doesn't pay me shit! I'm just that good of a friend."
"Well, speaking of the devil, where is he?" You ask.
"Sleeping... I saw it was you so I answered for him. Are you here yet?" He whispers, and you hear the sound of a door closing. "Sorry, that was loud. I don't want to blow it. Must escape into the other room." He says, giggling like a child.
"I'm in the same state…city even, but there seems to be some fucking confusion with the car I rented, and it's taking everything in me not to lose my shit right now," you say with a sigh. "Why is this happening?"
You run your hand down your face, feeling lost and not knowing what to do. "Ah, the classic 'I rented a car, and now I'm stuck' situation. You know what they say: 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.'" He quips, "Do you need someone to come get you, or are you going to wait it out?"
"OK, well, nobody says that except you. I'm gonna wait. I hate not having my own way around." You pause when you hear your name called at the front desk.
He laughs, "No, I'm pretty sure that's how it's said, y/n. My English is good."
You roll your eyes, letting out a small giggle. "I gotta go. I'll call you when I get to the hotel. Like, I'll actually call your phone."
"See you soon. OK, this is the part where I say goodbye, right?" He laughs.
"Yes, goodbye!" You click end and start toward the desk, wondering how you ended up with the strangest people being some of your closest friends.
After a long, exhausting drive, you finally arrived at the hotel's parking lot. You took out your cell phone and called Jolly, hoping he would come down and help you with your luggage.
You waited and waited and waited…
"I'm coming." He said abruptly and hung up.
You stared at your phone in disbelief. What was that? Did he just cut you off without even saying goodbye? What if you had something important to tell him?
You got out of the car, putting on your sunglasses. You grabbed your backpack from the back seat and closed the car door, leaning against it as you waited for Jolly to show up.
You started to doubt your decision to come here; if Noah was sick, would he appreciate your surprise visit? You shook your head; of course, he would.
You feel excited when you see the tall Swede walking towards you with a goofy smile; he opens his arms wide, and you run to him, hugging him tightly.
"You made it!" He exclaimed.
You pulled away, grinning, "Barely. I think I only cried once on the plane, so that's an improvement, " you joke while adjusting your bag. "Lead the way," you say, gesturing to the door.
"Someone's eager," he teased, opening the door. "I'm excited to see everyone. I miss you guys so much," you said with exaggerated emotion.
He followed behind you as you sprinted up the stairs. "Oh, come on. Don't lie to me. You're dying to see Noah... Just admit it," he said, poking fun at you.
You stopped in the hallway, making him bump into you. You turned to face him, poking his chest and giving him a fierce glare, "Shut your mouth!"
He laughs, gently grabbing your shoulders, keeping you at bay. "Alright, pitbull, calm down!"
You shake your head and continue to walk, "Sorry." You mumble. "It's just, nobody needs to know that. I honestly didn't even want to tell you." You take a deep breath when you feel his arm lazily drape over your shoulder.
"Maybe it's time to tell him instead of telling me." He looks down at you, waiting for a response.
"Hear me out... I can just not say anything and keep my friendship intact," you say.
Jolly's arm drops from your shoulders as he points to the door. He grabs his key and unlocks the door, pushing you in first.
"This place is huge," you say as you peek around. You'd barely entered the kitchen and already felt lost.
"Down the hall doors on the left. Beware, the other two are lurking and waiting for your arrival," he warns.
As he's warning you, you hear a sudden commotion from around the corner. Two figures emerge, dart guns in their hands, and they laugh maniacally as they start shooting at you. You barely have time to react before the first dart hits you in the face. You instinctively raise your arms to shield yourself from the barrage of incoming darts.
"Fucking assholes!" You yell out in frustration, trying to catch your breath as you choke on your laughter. You quickly scan your surroundings for cover and spot Jolly nearby. You run towards him and hide behind him, hoping that he'll provide some protection from the incoming fire.
Jolly groans as he gets pelted with the soft bullets but doesn't move. You peek from behind him and see that the men are still laughing and shooting at you.
From behind them, you hear a door creak open and feet scruffing against the floor.
"What the fuck is going on?" you hear Noah's hoarse voice ask.
You poke your head around Jolly's torso, and your eyes land on Noah. You smile with excitement, feeling your stomach flip.
You run past Nicholas and Folio, flipping them off in the process and laughing hysterically as you jump into Noah's arms. As you cling to him, you can feel his body tense up in surprise. He looks down at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape, as if he can't believe what happened. You can tell he hasn't processed that you're there yet.
"What the…where did you? You're here," he manages to stutter out. His body relaxes, and he squeezes you gently, engulfing you in his tattooed arms. "What are you doing here?"
You pull back, still latched in his arms, as you look up at him. "Surprising you, dummy. Did it work?"
"What do you think?" His brown irises glow while he gazes down on you. "I'm surprised, but why? You had the whole tour, and you chose now? We're almost done." He says, chuckling. "Wait, did you get on a plane?"
You push out of his grasp, brushing your shirt down. "I heard you weren't feeling well…and yes, I did get on a plane."
"She only cried once," Jolly pipes in. "She's growing up so fast."
You shake your head, "...and then these two assholes tried to kill me." You glare at them. "You didn't even say hi! You just started blasting, and I find that rude. Could at least greet a girl." You turn your back to them, swinging around to face Noah. "Anyway, I'm here."
He looks back at you with tired eyes, "Well, as much as I love seeing you. I'm supposed to be on vocal rest. I'm going back to my room."
You stand there confused as he starts to walk away from you.
"Are you coming?" He asks, stopping before his door.
"Wait, you were inviting me?" You chuckle, "I'm comin'." You dash down the corridor and join Noah in his room. The room is plunged into darkness by the black-out blinds. You grin as he snuggles up on the bed, pulls the covers over him, and switches on the tiny TV on the desk at the foot of the bed.
"I had to make it dark." He explains, noticing your curious gaze, "I'm fooling myself into thinking nothing exciting is happening."
You roll your eyes playfully, "Nothing exciting is happening. This is a hotel." You tease, sliding under the covers next to him.
Noah gives you a sly smirk as he slides closer to you, resting his head on your chest. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, gently moving it up his neck and into his hair, where your fingers weave through, making him melt under your touch.
"I know you're not supposed to be talking, but I was curious how you feel about this. How are you coping?"
He lets out a sigh, showing his frustration. "I hate having to cancel shows, you know? It sucks knowing people were looking forward to seeing us maybe for months, and then we can't even show up." He buries his face in your neck, groaning, "I can talk, by the way, just not loudly."
You feel his hot breath against your skin, causing goose bumps down your arms. You wonder if this was the right time to tell him the truth.
You mentally shake the thoughts from your mind; now was probably not the right time. You didn't know if there ever would be a time when you'd feel brave enough. "I get that. As much as you hate hearing it, you're only human, Noah. Shit happens, and I'm sure they'll understand. They would want you to get better instead of ruining your voice," you remind him.
You feel his arm drape around your waist as he says, "I'm happy you're here. It makes things a little more manageable."
You hear his breathing slow down, and his soft snore comes from him. You let him rest and grab your phone, careful not to wake him up. You take a quick picture of your situation and send it to Jolly.
Help
Did you tell him?
NO.
Wake him up?
I can't. It's a rule. It's rude to move if someone is sleeping on you.
That only applies to cats, and Noah's not a cat.
You laugh and text back: Are we sure?
You put your phone down beside you and close your eyes, feeling the need for a nap after your long trip, and then you'd talk to Noah, maybe.
You stir in your sleep, feeling soft touches through your hair; you cuddle closer to the person's chest, feeling arms around you keep you safe and warm. Your eyes flutter open softly, and you are greeted with Noah's neck tattoo. You lean your head back, your nose grazing Noah's chin. "Hi," you groggily say.
"Hi, sleepy head." You snuggle your face back into his chest, not wanting to end the moment. You felt secure and calm, like you could stay this way forever. Until you hear the door fling open, you don't raise your head to look afraid you might get pelted in the face with another dart.
"You did it!" Jolly squeals when he sees you wrapped up in Noah's body. "I'm claiming best man at the wedding!"
Noah's eyes widen in confusion, and he looks at Jolly with a puzzled expression. "What wedding?" He asks nervously.
Jolly stares at you wide-eyed and yells, "Ah Fuck!" before leaving the room and shutting the door quickly.
You smack your hand over your eyes, wishing you could just disappear. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you contemplate getting up, walking to the front, getting on a plane, and never showing your face again.
Suddenly, Noah lightly pushes your shoulder and playfully smiles at you. "That was weird," he says. "Are you OK?" His eyes grow with concern as he realizes the color hasn't returned to your face.
You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. Your heart races with anticipation, and you feel sick to your stomach. But you quickly regain focus and open your eyes. "Is it THAT weird?" Noah's head tilts, eyebrows furrow together, and his voice laced with curiosity, "What do you mean?"
"The voice in my head is screaming not to tell you because I'm so fucking afraid of losing you, but I know…" you pause, trying to catch your breath. "I love you, Noah, but not just in a hey, I want to be your friend kind of way. It's been eating at me for a while now. I made the mistake of telling Jolly; that's why he said what he did."
Noah's mouth drops with surprise, and slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "I know," he says softly. He presses his lips together, not sure what else to say. He wasn't completely oblivious. "That's it?" You nervously bite the inside of your cheek.
"Y/n, why do you think I treat you like I do? I knew there was something more, but I didn't want to push this on you. I'm gone a lot, and I can't always give you what you want and what you need." He reaches out, holding both of your hands with his.
"If you want to give me a shot, I'm ready, but don't want to disappoint you." He flashes his infamous smile at you. "I want to try. At least then when people ask if you're my girlfriend, I won't have to correct them." He nervously laughs, "Are you ready?"
You smirk and sit up on your knees, bringing your hands to his face and pressing your lips against his. You lean back, gazing into his eyes, a permanent smile plastered on your face. "Yes, I'm fucking ready!"
You hear Jolly's voice yell from the hallway. "The wedding's back on!"
You chuckle, and Noah pulls you into his lap, kissing your temple. "He really wasn't the best one to tell."
You shrug your shoulders, "It wasn't that bad…he did kinda make this happen…"
Noah looks at the door hearing someone lean against it; chuckling while throwing his legs over the side of the bed and making his way to the door. He quickly opens the door to reveal Jolly practically falling on his face.
"Dude…" Noah laughs. "What the fuck."
Jolly apologizes, "Sorry, sorry. I'm nosy, you know plus had to make sure little miss wasn't getting her heartbroken." He pauses and smiles at you.
"Well," you say with a grin, "I guess we can't blame him for being curious about our love life. After all, it's not every day that he gets to witness such a steamy romance." You wink at Noah.
Noah rolls his eyes playfully and pulls you closer. "Yeah, Jolly," he says with a smirk, "you're just jealous that you're not getting any action."
Jolly laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else."
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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 4
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3
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Eddie doesn't graduate.
He's stuck here for another year, and he screams into his pillow, throws himself a pity party for the better part of two days, and then drags himself back out and gets the hell on with it.
In Eddie's second senior year, Hagan finds his new liege in the form of fucking Billy Hargrove.
Hargrove and Hagan fixate on Harrington, who frankly, doesn't seem all that interested in either raising to their bait or defending his title. Eddie'd almost have respect for the guy, if it weren't for the way their shit gets everywhere. The mess he'd been watching over the last year starts to spill out and out and out, and there's something in Hargrove's eyes that, for the first time, makes Eddie consider ducking his head and staying out of his way. There's a bitter taste in his mouth, because goddamn, if he did even a quarter of the things Hargrove is, he'd be getting queer written on his locker instead of freak before the end of first period.
But no, when it's a jock obsessed with another jock, it's a vicious rivalry. Hargrove is new, and pretty, and dangerous, and the balance seems to shift and waver on whether the masses find him thrilling or distasteful.
Eddie can't wait to graduate and leave this all behind.
Some time after Halloween, he finds I don't need to go to the hospital scrawled onto his hip, and his heart lodges itself in his throat. He's never been more tempted to say something - anything - to make his soulmate go to the damn hospital when he needs to.
But he's a coward who doesn't want to open that door again, and a bitter part of him reminds himself that his soulmate probably has tons of friends - a girlfriend - to bustle him off to the hospital and fuss over him.
He's a little bit ashamed of himself for the thought, but not enough to make him say anything.
Around the same time, neither of the dueling kings show up to school for three days straight. It's not entirely unexpected for Hargrove, but the last time Harrington missed school was the year before, when all that stuff with the missing Byers kid was going down.
It gets people talking.
When they both come back, the buzzing intensifies, and things come to a head at lunch. The cafeteria had dimmed a little when Harrington walked in, looking like a fucking trainwreck, but his swagger is just as strong as ever and he sits down with some of his friends like he's just daring anyone to ask him about it.
Then Hargrove walks in, looking not nearly as bad but still pretty clearly messed up, and the entire room goes quiet.
It makes Eddie's leg bounce in agitation, every bone in his body screaming at him to get the fuck out of there, but his sheepies are looking at him for their cues and he forces himself to look bored with all this shit.
Hargrove's swagger is even worse than Harrington's, and he saunters across the cafeteria as if he doesn't have a care in the world. Someone asks him a question, too low for Eddie to make out, and Hargrove grins, wide and amused.
"Harrington and I sorted our differences," he says, loud enough to echo across the cafeteria. "Ain't that right, Steve-o?"
Hargrove licks his lips as he looks over at Harrington - and see, see that's what Eddie's talking about, Hargrove is looking at Harrington like he wants to eat him. Some part of Eddie perks up a little, because fuck, that is one attractive man, but once again the look in Hargrove's eyes kills it. He looks like a fucking predator, like if a fight does spring up he'll go and go and go until one of them is dead, and Eddie feels a chill over his spine as his eyes snap back to Harrington.
If they're suddenly friends now, Eddie's going to have to make a dramatic exit to go be sick.
Fortunately for Eddie's stomach, there's a flare of disgust in Harrington's expression before it smooths over, looking bored and unaffected.
He smiles at Hargrove, sharp and wide and toothy. "Any time you want to skip the foreplay and get to the main event again, you just let me know."
Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, firmly telling his dick to sit the fuck down, that any attraction he might feel for him should die the same way it does for Hargrove. It doesn't listen to him, not until -
Hargrove tips back his head and laughs, wild and frenzied, and there's a titter of laughter that scatters across the cafeteria - some of it uncertain, some of it mean, some of it genuine. Just like that, everyone's back to their normal days.
"Jesus H. Christ," Eddie mutters under his breath. "And they say I'm the dramatic one."
He hears a smattering of soft agreements from the rest of Hellfire, a couple of snorts of laughter, and that buoys him a little. He tilts his head, making a sweeping gesture that nearly knocks over Jeff's milk. "Well! It seems our entertainment for the meal is over with. What say we adjourn to get set up for tonight's club meeting?"
He doesn't look at Hargrove or Harrington. All the people in this world, the chances of his soulmate being one of them are pretty damn small, despite their situations fitting. He doesn't think about how both of them probably could have used a fucking hospital, doesn't let himself wonder which one is the type to deny they needed it.
Doesn't let himself decide that he'd so much rather it be Steve Harrington.
He really doesn't want it to be Steve Harrington.
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Lies spring to life on his skin throughout the rest of the school year - not as much as last fall, but what he does get is… a little bit strange, a little bit personal, more so than Eddie's seen before.
Rabid dogs, you know, they're no joke.
I still think this is dumb.
You'd be surprised how many coyotes are in these woods.
I'm never going to play this thing with you, man, you might as well stop asking.
Nothing to worry about, all right?
I'm not lying, I'm totally fine.
Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington graduate with the rest of their class, that year.
Eddie doesn't.
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Part 5
#steddie#steddie fic#eddie munson#steve harrington#Soulmate au#more light angst but there will be a happy ending
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not my type 3 - Rafe Cameron x plus size!fem!reader
summary: y/n is trying to reconcile with her feelings towards Rafe
warnings: angsty, swearing, Rafe being a bit of an ass
word count: 3.1k
author's note: I don't really know what happened. I'm sorry /gen
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“What's he doing here?” you hiss at your best friend when you watch Rafe walk in, a blonde girl on his arm as he is greeted by your father.
“Your dad invited all the partners, you signed up on that, remember,” Claire reminds you and you groan. If you had remembered that he'd be there, you would've worn something else. Something more revealing.
“He doesn't look like-” Claire mumbles as you turn and drag her with you towards the bar.
“I know he doesn't. And he's not my type. And I hate him,” you list, and she lifts her eyebrows at you.
“But?”
“I haven’t- I tried everything okay, literally everything. But I can't cum,” you whisper. “The only time I manage to even get close to it, is on my own picturing him. And I hate it. I don't like it at all. It's disgusting and shouldn't be happening. Especially not to me.”
“I think we should get drunk. Hammered, actually. Like in college,” she smiles and orders two shots of tequila for each of you. You down the shots and turn back around to watch the mass of people in front of you. Everyone is mingling but no matter how much you try to not pay any attention to him, your eyes seem to be stuck.
He looks good. Too good. The loose suit shirt half unbuttoned, giving view to his abs just enough to make you wanna rip the fabric off.
It had been three whole months. Three months since he had left you wanting more. Three months since you had made him sleep on your couch, denying him the pleasure to sleep in your bed after what he had pulled at the restaurant and when you had woken up he had been gone. No note. No goodbye. Nothing.
It was a clean cut. The same thing you did the first time round. Just that he managed to make you cave, and you can't let it happen again. You have too much self-respect to let him get to you, again. Too much resentment towards him. Too much of all of it for him to ruin you. And besides, you can always hold onto the fact that he really isn't your type, he'd never be.
“Abort. Abort! Move, y/n/n! They are on their way over,” Clair pushes against you, but it feels like you're stuck. “And they're here.”
“Mr. Cameron, you remember my daughter,” your dad smiles politely, and you do your best to mirror it, but refusing to actually look at Rafe. To meet his gaze and get lost in it. Too scared that it'll remind you of that day.
You hold out your hand to shake his, but instead of giving it a proper shake, Rafe takes your hand softly into his own. He leans down and kisses your knuckles, staring right into your eyes, and you can swear your heart is about to stop. And there you are again, mentally trapped under the weight of his hot body, his eyes never leaving yours as he pounds into, nearly splitting you in half.
You could swear he thinks of it too when your eyes linger before you harshly pull your hand away.
“I remember him well. Please, do enjoy the party,” you say and quickly excuse yourself to the restroom.
You lock yourself in a stall, sitting down on the toilet and trying to keep yourself from crying.
“Are you okay?” Claire asks and you let out a choked cry.
“No. I don't think so, no.” You shake your head. It's unfair that you feel like this while he's perfect and not at all having any issues with it.
“If you cry, bend over, so the tears fall on the floor and don't ruin your makeup,” she suggests, and you stand to follow her instructions, just in case.
“Please tell me she's an escort. I can't deal with this if she isn't,” you press out. You don't know what exactly is wrong with you, never having been in a situation like this before.
“I don't think so. But I can do some research on it and get back to you,” you hear her stilettos on the marble as she walks away.
“He's no one. You don't care. You hate him. He's an asshole. A complete asshole,” you tell yourself, and it seems to help at first, but when you close your eyes he's there again. Brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face and telling you that you're his. And it all starts anew.
“Y/n? Are you still in there?” you hear Claire ask and reply with a quick “yes.”
“So, not an escort, but they just met at a bar. I guess he just brought her along to mess with you.”
“I think I'm having a heart attack,” your breath hitches, and you hold yourself up with a hand pressed to the stall door, still standing bent over like she had suggested earlier.
“Okay, tell me your symptoms, and I'll look it up. I'm not gonna call an ambulance if it's not real,” she replies, and you hate that you love her for being so pragmatic.
“I can't breathe, and my chest feels narrow and at the same time as if it's about to burst and I wanna rip his head off,” you cry out.
“Yeah, no, WebMD says- Actually, you're probably right, it's probably just a heart attack,” your best friend doubles down quickly. Lifting your head you unlock the door and step out, snatching the phone from her hands to read the screen.
“What the fuck does WebMD know about heartache? How am I supposed to even have gotten that? I don't even like anyone. Especially not Rafe Cameron!” you sneer.
“Okay, let's just calm down and then go back out there and not make a scene. You think we can do that?” Claire slowly pulls her phone out of your claws, and you glare at yourself in the mirror.
“Of course we can.” It takes you a second to switch up your face, back to smiling and pretending like your life was just as good as everyone thought it to be. “Who cares about some small town asshole, right?”
You manage to spend the rest of the night without much drama, always making sure to not be close enough to him so he couldn't share another look with you or even get close enough to pull you away.
And when you get home you pull off your heels and throw them to the side while stepping out of the elevator.
It takes some time to peel yourself out of the outfit you had forced yourself into, and even longer to free your hair from all the fixing gel the stylist had put in it.
In the end you find yourself curled up on your couch, sweats on and a blanket drawn over you while eating ice cream and watching your favorite movie, just to make it easier on your heart.
You really want to avoid going to the office the next day, but after your dad announced to open another office down in Florida, you didn't expect him to put so much of the work on you to make up for it.
That's how you find yourself buried in paperwork and working through the night, making it 4am when you finally get back home.
And you're exhausted, drained and moody and not at all able to rejoice. The job you once loved is reduced to a dull day to day bullshit that you can only imagine being the worst you have ever felt. And all of it was because of him.
“You need to look at the Cameron account. He says we gave him a bad deal. Fix it,” your dad orders the next day, and you grit your teeth, but you can't just not do it. This was professional, nothing personal should've ever gotten in the way of that.
“I'll fly down next thing tomorrow morning,” you tell him and hang up the phone. But getting back to the paperwork seems impossible.
The jet lands and you smell the salty air, so clean compared to New York.
“Do you want to go to the hotel to freshen up first, miss?” your driver asks.
“No, take me to the office. I want to be off this island again, as fast as possible.”
“Mr. Cameron isn't available right now,” his assistant tells you and you scoff.
“He’s not getting a better deal unless he gets his ass over here in the next five minutes. Do you understand that?” you stare her down, and she nods before getting on the phone.
“He's on his way, Miss,” she says shyly after hanging up, and you smile at her.
“Thank you.”
“Didn't think you'd actually come down here for it,” Rafe mocks a laugh as he walks into the building, pulling his glasses off.
“I take my job rather seriously, Mr. Cameron.” You look him up and down, there is no mistaking. He had been out golfing.
“Let's go to my office,” he starts walking, and you follow, clenching your jaw because your eyes keep darting down to his ass, that looks so delicious in the tight pants.
“What's the issue with the contract?” you ask flatly, whilst taking the seat opposite of him.
“Oh, there's no issue with the contract. Not that I don't think it's a perfect contract, but it's giving good enough profit on my end, so I shouldn't care too much about it,” he waves it off and you can feel your blood boiling.
“Why did you make me fly all the way down here for nothing!” You spit out and stand, harshly pushing your chair back as you do.
“That's it, that's the issue. There's nowhere in there where it says ‘Miss y/l/n has to come and check in on Mr. Cameron every once a month.’ We missed that little line, I'm afraid,” he's cocky. Too cocky. And for once you don't find it charming.
“I'm your boss, remember?” Your eyes narrow and he smirks deeply.
“You wouldn't be if I dropped you. I can always just do that. Unless you don't want me to. We wouldn't wanna disappoint daddy, right?” he mocks and you swallow hard. But he's bluffing, he has to be.
“He'll understand after I tell him how you took advantage of me. Two can play this game, Rafe,” you say his name with so much disgust in your voice that he's pretending to be offended by it.
“If anything, you were the one taking advantage of me. I mean, you are my superior after all. And I'm just a young man, who lost his father and is struggling to keep his company afloat.”
“You're a real asshole, you know that?”
“Been told before,” he grins.
“What do you really want?” you finally cave and ask the question that had been lying on your tongue since landing on the island.
“You,” he looks at you, no hint of a lie in his eyes.
“I don't want you, though,” you lie nonchalantly. But your heart is racing, and the heat has been puddling in your pants for some time.
“Why not?”
“I don't need to give a reason for that. At least I didn't go around hiring escorts or whatever for events that no one even wanted me to be at,” you huff.
“Your dad invited me personally. He called, telling me about how much of a Debbie Downer you are. He actually tried to apologize for your behavior that day,” Rafe laughs and your eye starts twitching, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching in anger.
“Listen, I know it's partially my fault, but I was the only one there who was actually prepared to teach you a lesson. I don't know if you've learned it yet, but I'd be more than happy to give you a refresher on it.”
“You're fucked in the head, Rafe,” you mutter before going to walk out.
“Yeah, ‘cause I'm the one with the unresolved issues here,” he calls after you as you storm out.
You know you can't go home already, it'd be too suspicious, so you take the room at the dumb hotel and at least try to relax a little.
The next morning your dad calls just to tell you to check out on the properties, make sure that Rafe wasn't selling undervalue.
You make your way to the construction sites, your jeans and skimpy shirt are the only thing covering your body as you fight the heat.
“The best Italian marble, Miss,” the site manager tells you while walking you through what would later be the master-bathroom.
“Looks good. Will you be able to stick to the schedule?” you ask and hear a familiar laugh behind you.
“Of course they will, we've got only the best men down here, Miss.” Rafe walks over and you roll your eyes.
“I care about numbers and about making my clients happy. The rest is not on my level of expertise, especially the quality of men down here,” you tell him before looking back at the manager. “Thank you so much for the tour.”
You turn in your heels and walk out to what will one day be a beautiful garden. “Walk with me, Cameron.”
“Are you suddenly interested again, or?”
“Keep it in your pants, asshole. No, and I'll never be ever again.”
“You say that now,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes again.
“I'm not a puppet for anyone. Not for my dad, and especially not for you. Do you understand?” you urge, and he runs his hand over the light stubble on his chin.
“I was just like that, then my shit father died and some therapy later, and now we're better than ever.”
“You're wrong. I'm not like you, and I'll never be. Wanna know why?” you lean in and he swallows.
“Pretty sure you're about to tell me, sugar.”
“Because I actually chose this life because I wanted it, not because I felt guilty or like I needed some praise. My life is perfect as is. Understood?”
“Sure you are,” he laughs.
“I am!”
Rafe leans in and whispers, “is that what you tell yourself, late at night when you can't cum unless you think of me. The way I made you beg, and you could only finish ‘cause I let you. Because at the end of the day, you'll always be my good girl.”
You push him away from you, watching him stumble backwards, before stomping back to the house, through it and getting into your car.
You can't help it, it feels like he's jinxed you. And when you're back at the hotel and try to get off, you once again can't. It's frustrating to say the least and the worst part of it is that he knows, and you don't know how he found out, but it's too late for that.
You didn't intend to find yourself knocking on his door. But here you are, standing in your sweats and hoodie, hammering on the windowpane until you can see him run down the stairs, and you wrap your arms around yourself.
“What are you doing here?” Rafe asks but lets you in, anyway.
“I had a nice life. I was content with it all. I was happy. I could go to clubs and hook up in a dirty bathroom and get off whenever I liked. I was free!” you yell at him, but it's hard to stay focused the way he's standing in front of you. Bare chest and gray sweatpants that never could've tried to hide the outline of his massive dick even if he had wanted to.
“I understand,” he tries his best to not smile as he wets his lips.
“You owe me one. That's for fucking sure. So, I came to cash it in so we can go back to pretending neither of us exist or have any interest in each other in any way. Ever. Good?” you tilt your head to the side before storming past him upstairs into his bedroom.
“That's a really bad idea!” Rafe calls after you, but he's also not actively stopping you. And when you open the door to his bedroom you know why. Or better who.
“Are you coming back to bed?” His assistant is lying there, face pressed into his pillow and completely naked.
“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” you huff a laugh, pushing past him just as he made it up the stairs.
“Y/n, I can explain,” he tries, but you're filled with rage.
“Why would you need to explain anything? You're free to do what you like, or in this case who. I just don't know if HR would like to know about this arrangement,” you scream, not giving a single fuck about the girl.
“We don't have HR,” Rafe reminds you.
“Fine. You're fired.” Your voice has reached a pitch that you had never heard of yourself before and breathing got harder by the second.
“You can't fire me.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, Rafe! I can do anything I want!” ‘Apart from getting what I want, what I need,’ you think, but you don't tell him that.
“I would've kicked her out if I'd known,” he tries to console you while following you back downstairs.
“Oh, that's really soothing. Thank you, Rafe,” you scoff.
“You're acting a little crazy right now, sugar.”
“Says the guy who made up an emergency, so I would have to come down here in the hopes that I'd jump his bones? And the fact that it would've nearly worked if you weren't so fucking selfish. You're such a selfish asshole!” You don't even realize that you're crying until you rip the door open and the cold wind makes your teary face feel frozen.
“And you're a bitch,” he snaps back, finally actually fighting.
“You left without saying goodbye!”
“You made me sleep on the fucking couch!”
“I should've kicked you out on the street!”
“Why the fuck are you suddenly pretending to care so much about what I think or do? I'm not even your type, remember?” he sneers and your walls, the perfectly built walls inside of you start crumbling.
“I don't have a fucking type, Rafe! I don't get to have a type! I get to take any hot guy that thinks it'd be fun to fuck a fat chick, because they are high or have to get a dare out of the way. And you don't get to hurt me. You don't get to tell me how to feel about myself. Do you get that? This is my game, I'm the queen, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be different. But you're not. You're just who I thought you'd be. No disappointment there.” Your rant calms you down a bit, and you get quieter with each sentence. “I'm going home. Don't even think about ever stepping foot into my city again.”
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part 4
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All this discourse with Saltburn may or may not being an eat-the-rich movie takes me back to when people's main criticism of Parasite was that its writing failed by making the Kim family too unlikable.
If you ask me, I feel like if you went into either film thinking them as eat-the-rich films, then it does come off as bad writing. However, neither story works well as an eat-the-rich film because that was never the intention. Sure, class disparity and social inequality are both vital themes but the main point of the EtR genre is about taking down the system, which neither film even tries to accomplish.
Parasite is a criticism of modern capitalism. It was never about pitting the poor against the rich. Bong Joon-Ho said himself, "It's a comedy without clowns and a tragedy without villains." The Kim family aren't meant to be hailed as heroes, and nowhere in the writing does it come off like that. But you end up asking yourself how come this family, who is clearly very capable and skillful, are just barely surviving off the edge of poverty and has no choice but to resort to scamming an entire family just to make a livable wage. Keep in mind they were barely making a profit—the biggest change to their lifestyle was being able to afford slightly better food than usual. Why is it that the poor will go as far as to fight among themselves just to continue leeching of the wealthy? Who benefited aside from the Parks? You could argue that Mr. Kim stabbing Mr.Park in the end was his way of fighting the system, but the film ends with him stuck in the basement, feeding off the house itself, still contributing to the same system that placed him there. EtR would've been more about the negative effects that come from the Parks from hoarding so much wealth that could sustain three entire families, making them deserved of comeuppance. Parasite instead focuses on how it's the system that keeps these class divisions in place.
It's the same with Saltburn. Oliver Quick does, in his own way, challenge the system. But what people forget is that it's not even as though the system ever worked against Oliver—he grew up in an (upper) middle-class household and managed his way into a prestigious university. He may not have been in the 1%, but he was at least in a position where he could go the rest of his life being comfortable. He just got greedy. He wanted more. He wanted to be on the inside. Saltburn isn't a story where a person painstakingly makes his way up the social ladder after starting from nothing whilst making the rich succumb to their sins; there is no justice or vengeance taking place here. Just a single man who manipulated the system to get more than his fair shares, just like his predecessors of Saltburn did. If it was EtR, it would've shed more light on how the Catton family and their wealth do more harm than good, justifying Oliver's actions. And even though they're unlikable, the most harmful thing about them is their performative charity and willful ignorance of the real world. This doesn't mean Saltburn lacks in substance; it's a compelling narrative on obsession and hedonism which introduces an excellent anti-hero, it just doesn't work as an EtR story. And it isn't supposed to.
#Saltburn#Parasite#eat the rich#Bong joon ho#anti villains#film rant#critical analysis#emerald fennell
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Pet peeves
I posted a question about Buck and Bucky’s pet peeves a few days ago and I received a lot of great responses! Thank you guys! I will compile them in this post instead of replying individually.
bucky def hates being micromanaged and passive aggressive people
Hahaha, very true, especially the micromanagement. He doesn’t like unreasonably tight reins.
another common pet peeve is when ppl talk over u/ interrupt OR talk down to u. i could see bucky having a pet peeve of ppl talking down to him but not really interrupting. however can we say that those two r his biggest pet peeves when directed towards buck… (i cannot separate these two in my head)
Bucky wouldn’t be able to stand that, for sure! I like how you extended it to him having the same pet peeves about people doing that to Buck. I can see him being really irritated with that.
i think buck might have a pet peeve of chewing too loud.
Maybe if it's too loud, but I’m not sure about this because he's the one who always has something in his mouth 😁
i could see bucky having a pet peeve with slow drivers and know it alls.
Oh, the faces he’d make if he was stuck behind a slow driver 😆 The best would be if they were stuck while it was Gale driving - Gale would be all calm and collected while Bucky would be rolling his eyes and huffing in the passenger seat.
Mm pet peeve - Bucky is more than fine with physical touches, but only if he initiates it. He actually do like his personal space, but it's something that he prefers to invite people into rather than have them just come in. Remember that one scene when Croz was pointing out the general direction of Scotland in ep2, and Bucky (hilariously) pushed Croz's finger from his face with a cute little disgruntled look on his face? Cutest thing!
I remember that moment, it was so funny! I think it was because of the vomit, but I like this idea, would be interesting to explore. Actually, if we think about it, when was Bucky touched in the show without him or Buck initiating it first?
They both can't stand wasting anything. Be it food, clothes or anything materialistic. They rather eat leftovers for three days then throw it in the bin. Wear their clothes until they can't be repaired anymore. (Not because they have no money but because they're frugal af) This would be so for the rest of their lives.
I think this is a good one because imagine wasting food after their experiences in the stalag. I agree that they'd try to eat everything. They're not picky anyway. I do think they like nice clothes though, they were always so stylish 😄
Gale's very specific about the way things are done. He's very OCD, has lists for everything. He can't stand to be disrupted if he's in the middle of solving a problem.
Omg yeah, disrupting Gale while he’s solving a problem is a no-no. He shoots the other person these looks that could kill - doesn’t even need to say anything, people just scamper away.
And OCD Buck has just come up recently - it could be an interesting take on him! And also how others try to accommodate it, especially John, who's the furthest thing from OCD.
John is a nurturer and loves to give presents (but always things that are needed, never just fun things because that seems wasteful) so he gets a bit standoffish when people take this for granted and NEVER give back.
Aww, yes, poor John! He's such a giver. Giving back doesn’t even have to be a present, it's enough for him to feel the other's happiness and love. It would hurt him so bad if someone just discarded his present.
Thank you so much for these, lovely anons and @getinthefuckingjaeger!
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Siblings Rivalry
The Kamisato siblings were nothing less than perfect, or at least, that's what the rumours around the college said, by now you were aware that one should never trust such rumours mindlessly, especially since after being stuck between the Kamisato siblings themselves a number of times, you were now sure that their "perfection" was nothing but a rumour that people senseless spread.
pairing:: ayaka kamisato x gn!reader; ayato kamisato x gn!reader
cw:: none; colege!au, fluff.
notes:: have been with this idea rotting on my head for months now, grr, but ayaka gave me strength to post it now.
Ayato and Ayaka
— one would say they got along well, quite like a perfect family
— but those who knew the both of them for a bit longer would know that couldn't be farther from the truth
— being the type to argue over petty things, the both of them could be considered to be insufferable (by thomas's words)
— you on the other hand would rather say that they were simply... annoying
— usually they make both you and thoma pick sides, fuming in rage if you both try to keep things balanced
— ayaka choose you the strawberry frappe, but you'd much rather have the unnecessarily expensive expresso ayato recommended, wouldn't you? choose a latte, the mildness could be a nice change of pace
— ayato invited you to a business party, but oh my, ayaka's concert is on the very same day! actually you have a group project reunion that day, so sorry
— honestly, at times you just wished they wouldn't make things so much bigger than they actually are
— still, when you end up having to actually choose one side, be sure to make up to the other later, okay? or else they'll sulk for a whole week and it can be quite the headache
— they have a very good team work though
— years of playing pretend did make them learn about it better than anyone
—they're very good at keeping their potential rivals at bay by maintaining your schedule packed full
— when that doesn't work they can just make threats with a polite smile, scarily enough, it always seem to work
— but even with all that they're really good friends
— they try to make you feel at ease with them even if your upbringing is different from theirs
— if you ever feel burdened to accompany them to a party, they'll be sure to not insist
— instead, why don't you recommend them a place where the three of you could go together?
— ayato and ayaka will do anything in their power to make you feel better, and with the kamisato in their name, believe me, there's not much they can't do
— the siblings care greatly for both your wellbeing, so let them take care everything, won't you?
Ayaka Kamisato
— the sweet himegimi of the kamisato clan
— the very definition of purity, many may say
— you also believed in it before you got to know her for what she is
— your first encounter with her was with a theater piece you were participating under venti's urging
— “i won't let them use my work unless you participate as my muse” his smile gave away how amused he felt with the situation, even when he despised the thought of sharing works about you with someone else
— with much arguing venti let you off the hook of acting as a protagonist, instead playing the protagonist attendant
— the kamisato would play your original role instead, acting as your master and the center of the stage
—she helped you during all of the trainings with immense patience, you even felt bad for her
— but she was enjoying it far more than acting alone as usual, it was like having a real friend for the first time
— the training went by fast and when it finally came to the show day you felt as if you'd panic
— but then ayaka, like the saviour she was, took you hands in her and saying you'd do good and to just look at her if you, didn't know what to do
— and it surprisingly worked, the kamisato covered for your every mistake with perfection and no one seemed to notice
— after this you thought you'd never see her again, after all she was one of the most popular girls around the college
— but one day you just found her waiting for you in front of you class, deep blush painting her expression as she asked if you wanted to be friends with her
— heart attack! the only response you could offer was a quick nod, being as flustered as her
— when you accepted, she took your hands with the brightest smile you'd ever seen, quickly dragging you to get acquainted with her other friends
— she was still quite shy even after months of friendship, but she was surprisingly clingy with you
— everyone warmed up to you quite quickly, especially thoma, who instantly understood that his best friend may have a little crush on you
— days with her lean more on the calming side, her attitude reminding you of a curious kitten at times
— you get reminded really often of how she made part of a higher class of sorts whenever she was amazed by a simple coffee downtown or some hobbies of yours
— that however was kinda cute, since she was always eager to try anything with you
— thoma always tried to help the girl with her helpless flirting skills, setting up dates or ways to make her earn some points with you
— expect lots of hot pot parties upon thoma's urging, all of them who end in a sleepover on one of your houses
— but your obliviousness made the both of them speechless
— she'd invite you to every single show she was participating, at times even inviting you to watch her brother model and badmouth him
— she was really happy to just spend time beside you, but please, notice her intentions quickly
— she may not be able to maintain her perfect facade for long if you start to spend much more time with those she acknowledge as rivals
— and honestly, she fears so much you'd disapprove of her after she argues with someone you're friends with
— for now though, she'll be happy enough with hand feeding you with the highest class cakes and pastries she bought especially for you
Ayato Kamisato
— you wonder to this day how you even got friends with him
— you got acquainted with him considerably later than with ayaka, with reason too
— he's in his last year of political science, a major quite know for the growing animosity between it's students
— he got interested in you after he saw his own little sister wandering too much around someone, a little curiosity of sorts
— he dropped by one of your hot pot parties by chance to talk with thoma
— but the way his eyes sized you up the whole time he was there gave his intention away, that is, for ayaka and thoma at least
— being too intimidated by his presence you didn't even dare to look at his face the whole time
— after that uncomfortable first meeting you could only hope he wouldn't come to you, demanding you would get out of ayaka's life
— however the older kamisato head seemed to function in strange ways
— the next day he just appeared in front of the college with a luxury car, saying he wanted to talk with you
— you know, like a mafia boss
— and of course, you, scared shitless, ran like your life depended on it, leaving an utterly confused ayato there
— fortunately the misunderstandings were solved the next day while thoma poked fun at you for your reaction
— the friendship between you bloomed quite easily, as, despite his appearance, ayato was the friendly kind
— however he, differently from ayaka, couldn't seem to hide his diamond spoon nature
— if ayaka's curiosity for new things was cute, ayato's felt condescending
— he'd spew shit like "oh, so that's what common people usually eat"
— excuse me, sir? he said such things as if he didn't mix the most disgusting things into his drink daily
— though ayaka saw him as a rival, he wouldn't say he loves you, yk, like a liar
— dude has been seeking you out the whole day with that dumb lovestruck gaze of his
— also, the way he'd just nonchalantly give you expensive gifts at if it was nothing
— “it just made me remember of you, nothing much” this diamond encrusted locket that cost at least 7 months of a normal wage worker..? sure, if you say so
— honestly, man's whipped, he's just afraid to admit it
— don't take him wrong though, he'll try to pursue and do things right, just wait until he can calm his mind down first
— also, please, let ayato spoil you, he's not that good phrasing his affection for you, so intead let him show you off otherwise
— dressing you prettily/handsomely and taking you to a dinner night
— talking about unimportant things until the break of dawn
— he's way too fond of your presence, too bad you can't seem to notice it, don't worry though, for he has enough patience
— and otherwise, some dirty tricks to keep you bound to the kamisato's could work too
#genshin headcanons#kamisato ayaka#genshin ayaka#ayaka x reader#kamisato ayato#genshin ayato#ayato x reader#kamisato siblings#— zestrya's writing
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The Undertale characters are hired to give humans a tour of the Underground after they reached the Surface. Do they take their role seriously?
Undertale Sans - He's not too happy about it so he's only showing the big cities and some places not too secretive. Though he loves to mess and make crazy his humans by going in the wong direction to shortcut everyone somewhere else. The humans are losing their mind over it. Also, be careful, he might have set several pranks along the way. Somehow, despite not really liking the job, everyone wants to go have the tour with him. It's kinda annoying him for his brother.
Undertale Papyrus - He takes his role very seriously but he is maybe just a bit too enthusiastic about it, and might have gone too far when he showed a bunch of his most famous forbidden traps to his group of humans and set one up to show them, sending a 4 years old to solve it. After that, Undyne confiscated everything and Papyrus had to show his regular puzzles, which is boring, so he decided to show the humans cool attacks instead, knocking out the same 4 years old in front of the eyes of their parents, who then... threatened to sue him. Oops.
Undertale Toriel - She's taking care exclusively of school visits with human classroom and shows them everything, doing her best to gain their interest and entertain them with puzzles and quizz. She was not too enthusiastic about the idea of visiting the Underground at first, but she has to confess she didn't see the day pass.
Undertale Asgore - He's showing the people around the castle, avoiding at all costs the room with the human corpses to, you know, not freak out anyone. Asgore is happy he has some people to talk too and he might have lost thoughts of what he was supposed to do at some point, inviting his group of humans to take tea and talk about their lives...
Undertale Undyne - Undyne is trying her best but she is really not very good at the "show around everyone" thing. She's not patient, she's losing it because of that couple that isn't listening to anything and walk very slowly and man, at some point, she can't anymore. She takes a big rock and explodes it with her bare hands. All the children are in awe and asking for more. The couple fled in fear and got lost in Waterfalls... She didn't get to fetch them, the will met one of the other groups eventually... right?
Undertale Alphys - She said she would do it, but when people knocked at the door of her lab, she freaked out, decided it was a bad idea and ran down in the true lab to hide from everyone. She curled up against Endogeny, who came for figuration, and hugged the big dog all day long.
Undertale Frisk - They're having fun, showing the people around and tell them everything about their journey and how they almost die at least 200 times! The kids are traumatised and their parents are not too happy about knowing this place is not safe at all for children. Oh well. Live dangerously or what's the point?
Undertale Chara - They thinks all the people in their groups are idiots. They keep asking stupid questions and Chara just sighs with exaggeration and answers to them like they are children. They gives up miday and follows Toriel around as she has way more patience than they are.
Undertale Mettaton - He's showing them his building , the backstage of his movies and all the famous places where he thought Frisk in duel. Mettaton might have changed the story to make himself the main character and hero. He might also have invented half of it to make it look more epic. He prepared a private show at the end of the tour where he almost cut in half a poor screaming woman with a chainsaw. These humans have no sense of humor, it's boring.
Undertale Gaster - He was just chilling in his room in Waterfall when the couple Undyne lost showed up and asked him something. Gaster freaked out and made the door disapeared. Now the three of them are stuck in the Void. Welp. That happened...
Undertale Grillby - He's not doing the tour, he's serving food for the people who spends the day here and needs to eat. He never gain so much money in his entire life and he's so happy because it means he can finally open a bar on the Surface! He's in a good mood, even randomly gifting free icecream to children nice to him.
Undertale Muffet - Both humans and monsters are avoiding here. She tried to promote her bakery but surprisingly, people are not too happy about getting imprisonned in cobweb until they accept to buy one of her spider donuts. She might or might not be very jealous of Grillby's success. Even Sans is selling more hotdogs than her and that's not even real hotdogs!
Undertale Burgerpants - He's selling Mettaton merch and is trying all he can to convince people to not buy it since his boss is too busy to notice. He's also telling everyone to please talk around them about how Mettaton is treating him so he can destroy his reputation.
Undertale Flowey - He's following Toriel's group, trying to catch the attention of the children and dragging them apart of the group to show them the best forbidden and dangerous spots to see them risk their lives stupidly. That's entertaining, especially when Toriel comes to fetch them in panick after a few minutes to lecture them to death. Damn, he could do that all day.
Undertale Gerson - He's doing the historical tour, giving people who are interested the story of how the Underground got build, the story of Asriel and Chara... And of course a top 10 of the greatest arguments he witnesses between Toriel and Asgore with baits on which of them win in the end. He's a big gossip.
#undertale#sans#papyrus#toriel#asgore#undyne#alphys#frisk#chara#gaster#mettaton#grillby#muffet#burgerpants#flowey#gerson#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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Fuck it, another discord ramble. This time on the menu we have Uncle Eden getting diddled by his yandere nibling. 100% not proofread lol.
Gn reader, noncon, brief choking, Eden is tied up and drugged, somno, psuedocest.
I'm imagining Eden sleeping at Bailey's for a week to take care of his precious kiddo, not allowed to be left alone because so many people would hurt them while Bailey is out of town. They refuse to go into the forest because they have work or college things to do, so Eden has to bite the bullet and come into town. It's all part of their plan, though. Getting the gruff man out of his comfort zone so that his sense of control is wavered. So that he relies on them for a sense of normality and trusts them because of it.
He insists that that stay home as long as possible. Walks them between places when they need to go anywhere. Goes to sleep after them, tries to wake up before them. They lean into it, playing as helpless and innocent while hiding exactly how like their dad they actually are. Because they have a penchant for manipulation, one that Eden overlooks due to his close proximity to them.
They thought they'd be content just recieving all of Eden's attention throughout the week, but as the days come to an end they have an itching under their skin. A longing for more of his touch beyond the chaste kisses to the cheek and platonic cuddles on the couch. They propose a meal. A nice one, in the dining room - they'll be cooking! A treat, a thank you for all Eden has done for them. Eden's steak gets a special seasoning - crushed up sleeping pills massaged into the meat. A pill in his whiskey just to make sure. It has to taste bad, Eden's face scrunches up when he takes a bite, but their bright smile keeps him from saying anything. He couldn't dissapoint them by insulting their gift.
The poor hunter finds it hard to stay awake in his seat, resting his head on his fist as he pokes at the veggies left on his plate. He fights the fluttering of his eyes, shaking his head each time they close. But he can't fight it forever. Soon enough, his eyes close properly and the fork falls onto the plate. Bailey's little demon spawn licks their lips as the slink from the room, fetching the rope from the kitchen and returning with a skip in their step as they tie up their dear Uncle.
They take care to stop him falling into his plate as they bind his legs and arms, using the final length to secure his torso to the backrest for extra safety. With all of the ropes it's hard to undo his pants. They have to cut them open, same with his underwear to get at what lies below. Their heart pounds, their mouth goes dry as their hands clam up.
Fascinated, they take his soft cock in their hands, playing with the length and marvelling at how it hardens the more attention they give. Eden lets out small puffs of breath in his sleep, his hips jolting when they pull at him a little to hard. They're quick to slow down again. They'd never hurt their dear Uncle. They only want to make him feel good. He'll understand when he wakes up - he has to.
It takes everything they have to tear themself away, but they manage after a few minutes. As quickly as they can they sprint to their room to uncover the bottle of lube they had hidden away; a sneaky purchase made at the pharmacy when Eden wasn't looking. They're back beside him in an instant, their pants being kicked off of their legs as they open the cap; curse when they release the safety thing is still on to stop leaks; remove the damn thing as they stand with one leg stuck in their pants; then finally squirt a large amount onto their hand as they slip a finger into their hole.
They consider spending longer working themself, but instead ignore the burning stretch as they get to three fingers as quickly as possible. There's plenty lube left on their hand when they're done, a hand that wraps around Eden half-hard cock and lathers it up as they ensure he's fully hard and ready.
It's been a while since they've had these dreams about Eden. The haunting dreams of his hands all over their body, his whispered words in their ear as he bounces them up and down on their lap. Every morning they'd awaken to nothing but disappointment. Sweet Eden wouldn't touch them. He'd never see them as nothing more than family. Not without some pushing, that is. He needs this. They're meant for each other, he just needs to have his eyes opened.
There's a few stumbles as they get into his lap, his damn thick thighs making them stretch to sit comfortably. They can't reach the floor with their toes as they sit there. A core workout, then. But worth it. With a long hiss, they raise themself up and slide down onto his cock slowly, gritting their teeth as the stretching keeps them from riding the hunter hard and fast as they want to do.
Leaning back onto the table with their elbows helps them find a rhythm when they finally reach the hilt, ignoring the slight pain as they desperately circle their hips and shamelessly moan. The moans are almost a performance - even as Eden sleeps. He'll wake up at any moment, he deserves the first thing he hears and sees to be enticing. With shaking hands, they take off their shirt, flinging it to the floor as they push Eden discarded plate back so they can lean further back into the table and quicken their hips. He's just so big - so filling.
They need more, they need this to never end.
Groans slip from Eden's lips, his head rolling to his shoulder as his eyes struggle to open. A frown turns his lips down, his brows furrowing as their name slips out on a quiet breath.
"Stop..." He tries, clearing his throat as he tries to move. Eden doesn't seem to notice that the ropes are their yet, brain too fogged up to distinguish between outside forces and the lethargy of his own limbs.
"Shh, shh, its okay," they insist, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw and wrap their arms around his wide shoulders. "I'm taking care of you, just let me do it."
The poor hunter still can't quite wake up, more whispers of their name and begging for them to stop as his head lolls forward to rest on their shoulder. His scent is intoxicating, his surprising assailant burying their nose in his hair, loosening the tie that keeps the longer length back to feel the tresses falling over their face. Despite his protests, they feel his cock twitch inside of them. They feel the slight kicks of his hips as they pepper kisses up his neck and suckle on the sensitive patches of skin behind his ear.
Audibly, Eden swallows. His body presses forward as the chair and ropes creak, his strength returning. Yet he remains bound, frustrated growls ringing in their ear.
"Come on, little one. This isn't like you... just let me out," he continues, breathless, yet his voice is losing the grogginess of sleep.
"I promise you'll like it," they return, their kisses coming back up his chin as they attempt to capture his mouth.
Eden is quicker than they expect, dodging the kiss and instead pressing his face to their neck. They chuckle for a second only to yelp when the feeling of his teeth digging into their flesh registers. It's not hard enough to bleed, not even to break the skin. Even now, Eden can't bring himself to hurt them.
They laugh, holding his head to their neck to encourage his biting, their fingers pulling at his hair.
Eden grunts again, his body tensing, his breath fanning across their shoulder, his- His cock spurting rope after rope of seed right into them as the large man shivers and groans.
They stop moving. Their eyes blink as they pull Eden away from their neck slowly, trying to meet his eyes as he attempts to keep his gaze distant.
"Eden?"
He swallows once more, redness creeping up his neck and colouring his cheeks. The silence fills the dining room, awkward and cloying. Slowly, they rolls their hips once more, the need in their gut still their even as Eden's cock softens inside of them.
"Stop!" he yells, eyes going wide as his struggles double in effort.
"No, it's okay, it happens-"
"Why wont you fucking listen?"
"You'll get over the sensitivity, just let me finish."
"That's not the problem!"
Tears gather in their eyes at Eden's denial. He's never yelled at them before. He doesn't have the wherewithall to dodge the kiss this time. They need it, they need him to stop talking, need him to at least pretend.
Eden tries to pull away as their lips meet, but they follow. He keeps his lips sealed as they lick at them. He keeps making muffled noises as they grind their hips harder once more.
Every time he attempts to get out of the chair they feel his muscled body press against their own, his hips sometimes meeting their own and making him hit deeper than before. They gasp, breaking the kiss, whining into another kiss as poor Uncle Eden focuses his efforts on struggling.
Doesn't he remember who taught them all those knots? He did. That's why they know they won't come loose.
Abruptly, Eden stops struggling. It brings hope, hope that he's finally giving in or just too burnt out to keep trying. God, it feels so good to be joined like this. To be this close as his sweat rubs off on them. To pet his chest and rake their fingers down his exposed chest hair, the buttons on his shirt coming undone in the struggle.
Maybe they should have paid more attention to Eden's change. In the end it didn't matter, not as that tightness in their stomach built ever tighter until it teetered right on the edge of snapping. Just a little more, just a few more seconds, just-
Eden's hand raising registers in the corner of their eye as they lean away to gasp for air. It strikes quickly, his large hand wrapping around their throat. It's too late, or perhaps just what they needed to push them over the edge and finish right then and there. It almost sounds like they're sobbing as they cum, the noises becoming strangled as Eden squeezes down on their throat. Insistent to drain bit of pleasure they can, they hurry their grinding, expecting to be pushed away.
They aren't. Eden's head rests against their shoulder, the hunter making another animalistic sound as he shudders. It's hard to giggle when he's choking them, but they feel the bubbling joy in their chest. He came again. Them finishing made him cum again.
Exhausted, satisfied and exhilarated, they let their body relax. Eden's grip in their throat loosens but his hand stays where it his, holding them. They choose to think of it as a loving embrace. This silence is far less awkward for them, more peaceful.
"... Let me out now. Seriously."
"So the past asks weren't serious?"
"Don't tease me, little one. I'm not in a good mood right now."
They tut, and just to be petty they stay right where they are for a few more seconds. It's also just nice to bask in the feeling of being like this. And their legs feel like jelly.
It's a struggle to get up, their mood right up high as they fetch their knife from their abandoned pants. Eden refuses to look at them as they undo the bindings, instead he glares at his whiskey and his plate, pupils flitting between the two as he tries to figure out which is to blame.
"I put it in both, just in case," they confess.
Eden lets out a heavy sigh. He swats their hand away as they go to move his hair behind his ear, stumbling to his feet.
"Did you have to cut up my clothes?" It's nothing but a mumble as he makes his way slowly upstairs. The drugs are still in his system, he likely needs more sleep. He's always grumpy when he's sleepy, he'll have a better outlook on all of this when he wakes up. They know this for certain.
They can't stop smiling as they clean up the dining room. Not when they know that they'll crawl into his bed and spend their final night alone together, in each other's arms, before their father returns in the next afternoon.
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im curious!!! how do you think other ships/pairings would react if the timeloop happened to them instead of shaymien 😳
OHHHH okay tysm for asking i LOVE this question!! im gonna put it under the cut for length's sake but here we go. im skipping some ships simply bc i don't think this works for every ship (like i cannot picture a courtivia time loop???) BUT everything i could picture below!
spommy: so a thing about me is that i love the time loop trope like. a lot. so spommy almost got this fic just by being them <3 i think... if either of them were to get time looped it'd be spencer 'feelings what feelings' agnew and it would take him. so. painfully. long. i think he doesn't even realize he's in love with tommy Before the loop starts and then just ends up spending the day with him over and over again and realizes 'oh. i think im falling in love with him.' i think the ONLY person he might tell he's stuck in a time loop is kiana, and that's after like. a couple weeks. the first few days he's assuming it's crazy deja vu, the fourth day he like checks himself into a hospital. by day five he's like. well fuck. and then he would try to fix it himself before cracking and telling kiana. and he would get Inventive with the ways he tried to solve it.
amangela: i think angela's gotta be the one to get stuck in the loop - she be gettin into situations and shit. this time loop would be a lot more lighthearted, so many more shenanigans. i think angelas telling EVERYONE she's stuck in this fucking time loop and amanda is Not listening tbh. chanse is also not listening. arasha is actively trying to help angela out tho so that's nice. i think the whole thing culminates with them fighting and it turning into a love confession but tbh thats how most amangela fics culminate in my mind
koah: imo noah has gotta be the one stuck here bc idk if keith could Physically Handle It. i really think he'd lose his marbles after like day 2. so noah it is! i think once again this is a lot more shenanigans-based, with a lesser twinge of sad pining on noah's end. like yes he's pining but he's silly! he's a goofball! i think he tells keith by day Three. and i don't think keith believes him i really don't. i think he has to prove it to him by telling him a bunch of shit that happens and then keith is like. alright fine. what do we do about it. they'll have to start dragging other people in who might know what they're doing. and then at the end when they get together and the loop ends they're like. that's it. that was the whole thing. fuckin lame.
kimney: i really think either of them would pine for the other in silence forever if they thought it'd make that person happy. so every option here is Sad. but i think the saddest and most fun option is: kimmy time loop! to watch her optimism slowly fade over time until she eventually breaks down and tells courtney! i think they would get together in that same loop where kimmy has a breakdown. like courtney realizes what's going on and offers to take care of her if kimmy will let her.
ianthony: ian time loop! ian time loop! ian's that mf who will pine and pine and pine AND who will try to fix the bs himself before he even Thinks about telling someone else. i think his story would go a lot like shayne's; taking notes, coming up with theories, trying different variables, etc. by the time he tells anthony... bro is a husk. i think anthony is a lot less likely to go based off of trust, and ian would think to prove it to him - tell him what's going to happen next and stuff. and then i think anthony would be. Completely fucking overwhelmed. like okay what do you Do if you're trapped in someone else's timeloop. i have no idea, do you? anyway i think anthony would panic a lot more than anybody else (relatable tbh)
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Finished my first week (I don't go in on Fridays) of Commute Listening! (Plus a day technically because I did have to go in last Saturday.)
Here's the summary of the undertaking so far...and of just how much car/public transit time I've logged:
Bach's Brandenburg Concertos 1-6 My beloveds--the only classical music that IS for sure on my faves list, because in the period when I had a CD player in my bedroom and about three CDs, these were two of them. Still not sure how well I could identify them, but I recognized them once they started playing and greatly enjoyed them.
Artifexian podcast ep 1. Interesting! All about worldbuilding. Just far enough removed from my own interests (yes I love fantasy, no I don't enjoy worldbuilding, it took me years to process that) that I can listen as, like, a spectator, but also listening to two people who do love worldbuilding makes me feel more positive about it. Like the energy.
Several Masses by Haydn (St. Cecilia, Mass in B flat, Mass in honor of the Blessed Virgin). Beautiful, obviously, but... did not grab me. Might just be that Masses and commuting are not the right combination. Might be my chant-inclined mind going "you're drawing out the words too much." Idk.
Art of Manliness ep 1, about Easy Company. INteresting and informative—a window into a subject I wouldn't have sought out on my own.
Out Alive ep 1. About a skier buried in an avalanche! Again, not something I would have sought out myself, but hearing the skier and the other people involved talk about the impact of a crisis situation and near-death experience, without any polish or dramatization... oof. Really interesting.
Reply All Billed as a "podcast about the internet," the first ep was about a social situation enabled by the internet. Also interesting as a window into someone else's personal experience that I don't think you'd quite get in any other medium than this unpolished interview format. This time about relationships instead of death, though.
In the Wind (album) by Peter, Paul and Mary. Branching aside from classical for some folk, since I was in the headspace for something between podcasts and instrumentals. Good! I recognized several of the songs but definitely not all. They also reminded me of several other country and folk artists I could listen to if I want to keep going down that road, in addition to listening to more of their work.
Vivaldi Concertos for Diverse Instruments GOOD. I loved these! They got stuck in my head afterward! Definitely want to try more Vivaldi. Also reinforcing my theory that any kind of music is good music if it involves violins going wild.
Mozart Violin Concertos 3-5 ALSO very very good. And I think I could hear the cleaner/plainer sound of Mozart as opposed to the baroque I'd just been listening to.
My Writing Sucks podcast ep 1, in which an author lovingly roasts her 14-year-old self's writing. Very fun. Endearing. Kinda makes me want to pull out my oldest, worst writing and approach it from an outside perspective, which I think would be Growth if my fragile ego could actually follow through on that. :P Maybe after a few more episodes of this.
Pints With Aquinas episode 1. This is an introductory episode giving background on Aquinas, as opposed to later episodes which will have more actual theology. Already good, though. Little harder for me to stay focused than some of the more fun ones, but I'll be coming back.
Classics for Kids Short and educational segment about classical music. Definitely told me things I don't know! A little short and a little flat in delivery for my needs, but good stuff.
Stuff You Missed in History Class ep 1. Interesting, but same issue as the above—it was just short. I need to check if episode length varies, and if they're all short I might load up six or so at once to give it a better trial. It was interesting but I couldn't get much flavor from one segment.
In conclusion, this project is definitely a success so far. I've been enjoying my commutes even when there's traffic, and I feel like I'm taking in things that I enjoy and are constructive in some way! It's fun for me. And I have a bunch of podcasts in store for next week that I haven't even touched yet.
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seeing a lot of people complaining about the FIA reinforcing the jewelry rules and i don't understand why people are upset? asking the drivers not to wear jewelry isn't some kind of personal attack or a way to idk undermine their fashion choices, it's literally a safety precaution! others have posted about this too but i just wanna put everything in one post, so here's why jewelry can be dangerous:
if there's a crash and the car is on fire – which we've seen unfortunately happens often enough to be considered a real risk – metal jewelry can superheat and cause dangerous burns.
facial jewelry can get stuck in the balaclava and cause tissue damage if you're trying to take it off in a hurry. i've accidentally torn out my nose ring doing something as simple as bathing my dog (it caught on my shirt when i wiped my arm across my face), and it bled for three days. imagine something caught in the balaclava that's so close to your face. it can literally tear soft tissue.
in the event of a fracture, the body's inflammatory response includes swelling. if this is on, say, your arm, and you're wearing bracelets, the bracelet can constrict this swelling and cut off blood flow, therefore making your problems worse.
if a driver needs an emergency MRI, any metal jewelry will prevent that since an MRI is basically a giant magnet. metal inside an MRI can be really dangerous. removing that jewelry before the MRI can be time-consuming, and that's time you can't afford to waste if the situation is already serious enough that you require an MRI.
the same goes for CT scans. x-rays can be taken with metals on, but those will create artifacts in the images which can impede diagnosis.
there are glass or plastic retainers that drivers can wear instead of jewelry to prevent piercings closing up. no one is asking anyone to choose between having piercings etc. or driving. besides, this isn't the only profession where there's jewelry restrictions. plenty of jobs require you to either have no jewelry, or to wear minimal jewelry. my own job for instance! i'm a dentist and occasionally have to work in the OR too, and i can only wear studs in my ears and nose. no dangly earrings, nothing on my hands and wrists. i LOVE jewelry but i know that my job has restrictions on it, and i accepted that because i can't afford to have dangly earrings or bracelets or rings compromise my infection control, or get caught in my PPE etc. i made the mistake of wearing a nose ring to work once and it got caught in my mask and it was SO annoying and painful. i switched back to a stud even though i really like the nose ring. it's my job.
i think it's a good thing for once that they're taking safety seriously. better do it now and annoy some people, than do it later after it's already caused problems, in my opinion.
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20 questions for fic writers!
tagged by @chubsthehamster- thanks!
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
32, unless you count the book covers. I've got 106 book covers
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
487,170
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Whatever I get stuck on at any given moment. My most recent ones are 9-1-1, Inception, ATS and Hawkeye, but my repeat fandoms are Spn, X-Men, The Old Guard and Black Sails.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
I'm copying chubs and doing my personal favorites, because my top four kudos'd fic are all for the same fandom (The Old Guard) and written within like three weeks of each other.
The Scroll of Saint Barnabas (9-1-1, Buddie, 15k): recency bias, but I had a lot of fun with this one. I also probably drove my girlfriend*and cousin insane during the writing process. Sorry about that. The basic premise is: we all know how time loop fics go, but what if after the loop is broken the character has PTSD from all the things that nobody else remembers? And also what if you get a knotted dildo hooked onto your permanent retainer?
*though we've now established consent and parameters for whether we can have sex if one of us is stuck in a time loop. It's always important to have these conversations in advance!!!
What The Moon Was Saying (Spn, destiel, 16k.) It's about Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty, technically, but it's also about Dean working through things he refuses to think about directly, and it's also about the perspective of dead characters who aren't all-knowing and have no clue what happened after they died, and it's also about Inanna's Descent into the Underworld and how many jokes about Sumerian mythology I could fit in there that probably nobody else is going to think are funny but I think are funny, and it's also about what issues Orpheus would have had if he'd succeeded. The central thesis statement is that Margaritaville is thee Dean Winchester Mental State song.
The Mixtape, Or: Six Things You Learn in Thursday School (Spn, destiel, 6k.) I always had this idea that I was going to write a fantasy book of some kind, where the first part would be about the founding of a religion and then the following parts would jump ahead a few hundred years and see how that religion and that original story change in the telling. Instead of writing that book I wrote 6,000 words about a post-apocalyptic religion whose foundational text was the Winchester Gospels, except they don't actually have the Winchester Gospels, so they're relying on collected ephemera and thirdhand accounts. It is also about both academic and online discourse.
The House on Graymalkin Lane (X-Men, background cherik, 92k.) My nice little outsider-POV x-men haunted house fic. It started out as "the x-mansion would be a bonkers haunted house" and then it turned into a love letter to the original timeline (we barely knew ye). It's about the mortifying ordeal of being in high school and also about how all my grandparents died at once and I had a lot of complicated feelings about that.
The Ill-Made Knight (X-Men, cherik, 1.5k) OK so you know that trope that's like "if anyone is going to kill me I want it to be you"?? it's that, but instead of being used as a statement of everlasting love and devotion, it's being used as psychological warfare. And also kind of a statement of everlasting love. But in a fucked up sort of way. Because Cherik.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I didn't used to but I do now because I always like it when people reply to mine. Sometimes I miss them and respond years later but like... I got there eventually?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
the whole estate of mortal man. (Black Sails, silverflint, 40k.) Silver is immortal but has a very impermanent self. Flint is mortal and has a very permanent self. There was only one way that was ever going to end and I stand by it.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Of recent ones, I guess The Most Fun A Girl Can Have? (Kate/Yelena, 8k.) They're having a pretty good time for most of it.
8. Do you get hate on fic?
Not since like, high school.
9. Do you write smut?
Nope. Hats off to smut writers, you're doing God's work. It's very difficult.
10. Do you write crossovers?
I haven't, unless you count every Marvel fic being a crossover. And Good Omens show/book. But that seems like a cop-out.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! Some very kind people translated The Punishment of Sisyphus (Black Sails crackfic) and Antebellum (Black Sails, Anne & Eleanor fic) into Russian, Stalefish (Old Guard, Nile-centric) into Polish, and Kidnapping for Dummies (Old Guard, Joe shenanigans) into Spanish. I can only read the Spanish one.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yessss. The #ImmortalHusbands Conspiracy (The Old Guard social media fic) with @phoenix-acid. That was very fun.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
Why would you ask me this. This is cruel. I can barely pick a top 5.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?
The Marvel pirate AU, probably. It's almost a complete story on its own as it stands. There's about half a next chapter written and I could probably us that to tie things up, if I cut out a bunch of things, but I'd have to reread all my research. I did way too much research for that.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Character voices? I hope it's character voices. I watch a lot of youtube compilations before writing anyone to try and get a handle on how they talk.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
The actual romance part of a romance. What do you mean they have to get together after I've set everything up so that they get together? Ridiculous.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've never done it before, but I respect people who can pull it off. I do really hate that trope though where a multilingual character calls their love interest pet names in their mother-tongue, when they are never shown using it that way (or mixing that language and English in a conversation) in canon.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
....percy jackson and the olympians.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Since I listed five favorites up there I'm switching this with the kudos question. Fic with the most kudos is Kidnapping for Dummies (The Old Guard, 3.5k)
Tagging @monstrous-femme @thegeminisage @bomberqueen17 @ellelans @annerbhp @significanceofmoths and anyone else who wants to do it. say i tagged you. nobody will ever check to find out.
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Do you think Will could have blocked some memories of what happened during his time in the UD, like El did with what really happened in the lab? And how likely do you think it is that the duffers could bring that to the story?
confident yes + highly likely to both. this is going to be a long response, because the evidence in its favor is abundant.
the details of what happened to will in the upside down were never plot relevant before and we know that canonically everyone treated will like he was gonna break, like he was a baby, and like he couldn't handle things on his own (his exact words). given that, i doubt they were asking him about what happened even if they were curious. they only learned about what it was like to be possessed because that information was necessary in both season two and three.
now, in season four, we and the characters learn many things:
henry was a child when he first became a predator, started "reaching into others, into their minds, into their memories", "became an explorer", conceived his plan to "restore balance to a broken world", and grew the hive mind.
when henry first lands in the upside down, it does not resemble upside down hawkins at all. it's its own golden world with seemingly peaceful life forms.
henry is the one that shaped the particles, that has used its power, and that has been behind everything we've seen so far. ("it was you. always you." + the demodogs only attacking when invaded by dark particles.)
the teens learned that the upside down is stuck in time on the day that will went missing.
there are light particles which "feel good" and allow you to communicate with the other side.
will confirms that he is still psychically connected to henry directly.
season four focuses on truths, lies, and their consequences. we see that the only way to move forward, become stronger, or be saved is by uncovering and accepting your truth. not only that, but we get a hefty amount of unreliable narrating. there are some things that this season tells you and others that you have to work to discover yourself, just as the characters have. there are also some very fascinating lines about this and examples:
"I’m sorry, Eleven. You’ll have to find your own way out. Leave your train station. Stop waiting. Focus. Listen. Remember."
not to make everything about will byers, but considering the fact that the duffers didn't shoot down the idea that everything is related to will byers...
consider this: henry keeps coming back year after year, because they're all relying on eleven to fix it, but she can't. she isn't the cure, no matter how many people keep trying to force this on her. in fact, will's the one that we're shown standing in front of a "the cure" poster. this is further implied by dustin rolling an eleven against vecna and losing. the day is saved by a pair of siblings & will tells her in that same episode "it's gonna be okay, it's not that bad. we'll fix it together, okay?"
will needs to find his own way out of this neverending story. he needs to think back to what happened in that shed and directly after. he needs to remember the lights, the phone, and the stereo. he needs to recall how he managed to survive staying in that house when the demogorgon knew he was there and would appear seconds after right where he was, and why it never went after him but went after joyce instead. he needs to recall who took him and what he saw at the library. there's so much that only will knows. he just needs to remember.
"There are good people, brave friends, who have helped you fight your battle in the past. But they alone can’t win this war, not without you. I know it’s not fair to ask more of you, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think this was the only way, if I didn’t think you were the only one who might have a shot to hit this thing so hard it can’t get back up."
dr. owens is known to be an unreliable source (in my eyes). he didn't trust will at first in season two, he wasn't there for season three, and then he gets it 100% wrong in season four.
eleven hit henry and he got right back up.
they didn't win the war, even with her help.
the group has helped eleven in the past, yes, but, barring season three, everyone has banded together to help save will's life twice.
eleven "started this war" by creating henry, but she's always been removed from it. will was the one fighting to survive in season one & will was the one that got possessed in season two. she helps, but the war was only centered on her in season three because henry switched objectives and sought her power instead.
like... he's literally talking about will lol. he doesn't mean to lie, but this is a lie that has consequences. hawkins falls, max goes missing, and henry has won. will is the only one that can tell them how this story begins, who is still connected to him, and who needs to join the fight for once. will is the only one that knew how to defeat henry in season two and he's the only one that'll be able to tell them how to defeat him in season five.
(also, it's interesting how eleven's decision to "conform" by "doing what she's told" (as owens says) ends up "killing the kids" aka max. not her fault, though—max's fate was inevitable.)
"But there are others who don’t believe in you, who think you are the cause. I believe they’re wrong. I believe you’re the cure." [Cuts to Jonathan saying, "The reservation’s under 'Byers.'" as the camera then moves over him, Mike, and lands on Will who then looks up.]
will is someone everyone feels they have to protect; he's the damsel, never the hero. he's also the beginning of this story—he's the first and last bearer of his curse, the one he came back for and has not let go of still. he's the one related to "the cure". the scene literally cuts to him before going back to owens and eleven, so i'm filing that as "proof" that owens is incorrect. she isn't "their only hope".
Owens: “We should’ve just told her the truth.”
Brenner: “And risk everything? She’ll find out soon enough.”
this one's funny. it explains why we and the characters don't know why henry and will are still linked, and what happened in the upside down. it would compromise everything.
"The truth is, you're regressing, Eleven. You're going backwards. [..] I know you're frightened. You're terribly frightened by what you've seen. But it's this very fear that's now holding you back. If you want Nina to succeed, you cannot hide from the truth, no matter how frightening it may be."
this one applies to many characters. will seems to have made progress in lenora, but he regresses by lying to mike and hiding from his truth. he veils his confession, pushes mike in eleven's direction, and dooms them all for it. addressing his trauma and being honest about his feelings isn't going to be easy, but he needs to do that to help them win this war.
i feel like there are more lines from this season, but this post is already long enough lol.
in addition to canon s4 evidence, it already is established that will doesn't want to revisit those experiences and whatever memories he has of them unless absolutely necessary.
in season three, when recounting having sensed the mind flayer's return at various times, will says: "I didn't think it was anything at first. I mean, I think I just didn't want to believe it."
also, did everyone forget how henry already blocked will's memories once? that was a key point of his possession, the reason for the shed scene, and joyce's biggest worry ("What happens when he can't remember anything? When there's nothing else there? What happens when my boy is gone?")
that, along with everything presented in season four, tells me that will is the missing piece. all of them fought alongside eleven and it wasn't enough. dustin said they needed will and he was right. henry is said multiple times to be a mind explorer that toys with people's memories. the duffers have ALREADY done this twice now. "every ending has a beginning." the teens figured things out, but not all of it and it contradicts what will experienced in the upside down. will is henry's perfect character foil. he's the last curse left. the show begins with the vanishing of will byers, but we don't actually know what happened to him. it literally all points in this direction.
season four was all about lies, whether intentional or not, and season five will be based on the truth finally coming out.
#byler#<- inflicting this on u all teehee#this is my favorite theory ever it's the one thing tht i believe in more than i believe in byIer endgame lmao#i could talk abt this + his connection with henry literally All Day Every Day bro i am not a fan i am a Scholar#will#will theories#s5 predictions#long post
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What's the story of this event where hibiki and miku get stuck in a time looping that you mentioned in the tags?
Okay, so the event in question is Valkyries' Endless Summer. Details under cut
Basically while Hibiki, Chris, Kirika, and Shirabe are training for an upcoming mission on an island in a parallel world (with Miku tagging along), Hibiki and Miku come across a box in a cave and when they touch it a palace and a bunch of fishmen come out of it and occasionally attack people around the neighboring island
It turns out a local legend ends with a princess offering a prince a wish granting box but incurs the wrath of the ocean gods so the princess along with her palace and fishmen get sealed in the box
So while Hibiki and Miku are investigating those legends, Chris is helping Kirika and Shirabe train and when they return it turns out Chris lost her swimsuit top at some point during the training, which of course made the training totally pointless because they were so focused on that
Afterward Miku and Chris make the other girls do their homework. Once they stop for the night, Miku makes a comment about wanting to stay with Hibiki instead of having her leave for the mission
The next day, Hibiki and Miku notice the date on their clock hasn't changed and assume maybe it's broken. Hibiki starts to get a weird feeling when Shirabe scolds Kirika about leaning over the table again, but brushes it off. Hibiki and Miku decide to ask if there's anyone knowledgeable in old legends since their search "yesterday" came up with nothing and get told about a fisherman who dabbles in that stuff.
They talk to him and find out the box from the legend also gets referred to as a box that "imprisons time" but they don't have a clue what that means. Upon returning, more of the same events start happening and the story about Chris losing her top gets brought up again and they assume it just happened again. Hibiki starts to do more of her homework and notices...it's blank.
So Hibiki and Miku use the next day to determine that yes, they're repeating the same day over and over and come to the conclusion that touching the box was what caused it. They also realize that the Fishmen probably also exist outside of the loop since some of the attacks have been different. So Hibiki and Miku go back to Chris, Kirika, and Shirabe to inform them that they're stuck in a time loop, but Chris, Kirika, and Shirabe have a hard time believing them since they're not experiencing it.
So to make them believe it, Miku tells them that she knows Chris' top came off while she was pretending to drown for Kirika and Shirabe's training which is convincing enough for them since they couldn't have known without being there
The next morning, everything resets again so Miku has to convince Chris and the others a different way, this time telling them the exact thing they'll eat for breakfast right down to the number of slices of ham. Thankfully they believe them. They plan to investigate the palace that came out of the box before but they all realize that Chris and the others will forget everything the next day so the mission is on a fairly tight time limit
They can't take a boat back to the other island due to fishmen constantly attacking them so they take one of Chris' missiles. At the other island, Hibiki and Miku go ahead while the other three fight the fishmen. They start to drag Chris underwater so Kirika and Shirabe go after her and their Gears finally change form
Hibiki and Miku make it to the palace and a larger fishman comes out and asks why they've come, surprising both of them because they didn't think they could talk. He tells them opening the box would not only release time but also an inescapable disaster, and the only way to prevent it is to keep time from moving forward
Hibiki and Miku tell him they want to keep moving forward, and hopefully help with the disaster, saying they can do it as long as they have each other, so the fishman agrees to take them to the box
The box won't open though and he tells them the reason it won't is because they don't actually want to move on. They insist that they do and they can face the disaster together
So the fishman tells Hibiki that...her summer homework is going to have to be done
...yep, they're stuck in a time loop because Hibiki doesn't want to do her homework
Hibiki can't possibly face a disaster that terrifying and gives up
Chris, Kirika, and Shirabe make their way to the palace, asking the fishman what they did to Hibiki and he answers he didn't do anything, she succumbed to the disaster that is "summer homework"
So they grab the box and run but the fishmen give chase. They get out of the cave and see that it's night and the time limit is fast approaching. Miku finally says she likes helping Hibiki with her homework and watching her work so hard, and in a way, it's also an important summer memory
Hibiki asks if she can just copy Miku's work, but no. She knows Hibiki can do it, that the Hibiki she loves could never lose to something like homework. She tells her to do her homework, so then they can go watch the fireworks together.
Hibiki realizes it wasn't just the homework, but she didn't want to be a burden to Miku, but now she thinks she can do it and the box starts responding to her will
The fishman doesn't want them to open the box (because they've all been sealed so long), so he transforms into a larger form to stop them. After a fight, Hibiki starts to open the box but it only opens halfway
Hibiki had found her resolve so she's confused why it won't open, but the fishman points out Hibiki wasn't the only one who touched the box, and that Miku is afraid of the overseas mission. They wonder why since Miku isn't even going, but it hits them that she's afraid because she isn't going and she'll be separated from Hibiki.
Chris and the others continue the fight with the fishman while Hibiki tries to help Miku get past her fear.
At first, Hibiki tells Miku that she'll...buy a souvenir. Obviously that isn't really enough. So Hibiki points out that summer vacation won't be completely over, and the fireworks show will still be happening afterward. And after that they'll have not only the rest of summer, but autumn, winter, spring, and the rest of their future together.
Miku wants to have that future, so she and Hibiki open the box the rest of the way, releasing time and sealing the fishmen again
Right on time for the date to finally change
After the mission, Hibiki and Miku immediately go right to each other prompting a "Get a room!" from Chris, but Kirika and Shirabe defend them saying that it was a touching reunion after being apart for five days, and that they would be the same way if they had been separated that long
Chris points out they called each other every day, but Hibiki and Miku argue that it's totally different.
Tsubasa and Maria mention that the fireworks will start soon, and Kirika and Shirabe go to check out some food stalls. Maria and Tsubasa ask Hibiki and Miku what they did with the box and they say they put it back where they found it.
Maria asks what it was like to be stuck in a time loop and Chris says it didn't feel like anything because for her, that one day was the first time it happened, but Hibiki answers that it was a pain because her homework kept going blank no matter how many times she worked on it
So they watch the fireworks together, and Miku is happy that Hibiki got to keep her promise
...After all that, it turns out Hibiki, Kirika, and Shirabe still have some homework left so they sit around and whine about it while Chris and Miku try to get them to do it ("This is a disaster"). After doing some of it, they all start whining more so Chris lets them take a break.
For five minutes.
Hibiki: "God is dead"
The three of them start talking about how they wish they had the box again, to make it so their homework wouldn't have to be done.
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