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LITA DVD Behind the Scenes | SAVE. PEAT. (from a Kiss-and-Run?)
You heard the boy. Someone rescue him from Fort's chronic compulsion to kiss him as soon as any opportunity presents itself.
Fortpeat Fandom: *Hears plea, does nothing.*
#LITA#love in the air#love in the air series#prapaisky#paisky#prapai x sky#sky x prapai#fortpeat#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#i mean why would we#sorry peat he's all yours#fort's 'tail between his legs' face#fort's silly little run as he legs it#just another one of the infinite highlights on this goddamn boxset
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Sagau touched starved reader but you know got trauma so not comfortable with being touched. Like staring like a cat for affection but terrified of being hugged back or things like that
You got it, Anon! Though, I will warn you a little: I'm not going to go too deep into detail with the trauma stuff. It'll be very brief.
Touch Starved! Reader Wanting Hugs From Zhongli, Diluc, and Al-Haitham...With A Twist.
Zhongli
The moment he realizes that you are touched-starved, this old man isn't exactly sure what to do. After all, you got some extreme PTSD going on after the whole "imposter-creator" fiasco.
He does try to approach it as a topic, but since you're weary of (quite literally) everyone and find suspicion in every action, you kind of catch on to his intentions. And Zhongli notices this, but he's still going to take it slow.
"I assure you, Your Grace, I will not push your boundaries lest you are uncomfortable." He's sincere and means every word. To him, this is like signing a contract. He's the God of Contracts, so this is especially important to him. What he says is solid as stone—his dedication to prove that is clear as day.
This man is also very keen—he sees how you look like a touch-starved cat when you want affection, but are too scared to approach and ask. It kind of breaks him, but he doesn't show it because he wants to prove that he's not helping out of pity, but understanding.
In the end, Zhongli will probably be able to be near you, and get in a few (with consent) head peats that you are very well aware of. It's going to take time for you to warm up to him before this guy gets to hug you.
Diluc
This guy probably understands your intense cat-staring the most. He sometimes feels like that after his father passed. He's very unsure and awkward of what to do, if I'm being honest.
After a little while, of course, Diluc feels like he should place the offer out. He feels too awkward and guilty for just noticing you like this and not doing anything about it.
"Your Grace...I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries, but please know that I am willing to offer you any assistance you need." It's only later does he realize you wanted hugs and were too scared to ask for it.
Yeah...he's not exactly that open with his emotions either, so it will definitely be awkward, but he is willing to give it a few tries. Diluc will also be the first to pull back and apologize if he realizes you are in any discomfort.
To say it took a while is only putting it in the simplest form.
Alhaitham
Oho...if you though Diluc was awkward, consider this man. He's more "thinking machine that feels" than like his roommate ("feeling machine that thinks"), so he definitely does not understand the "social cue" that is your cat-stare.
He has done research (aka read books way back in the days and remembered the contents) and understands the mental turmoil you've gone through, so he has gone through the steps of trying to get out of your way, and also try and link you to a therapist. This, of course, kind of fails.
"Your Grace...please get some therapy. It's beneficial for your mental health." Quite literally might drag Tighnari or someone else into this if he can't convince you. This is quite literally out of his expertise.
The entire "I want a hug" cue flies completely over his head, and had it not been for Kaveh (and/or Nahida), he probably wouldn't have realized his mistake.
...Yes, it took what felt like 3 eternities just for him to try and give you affection. Must I say anything else?
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I'm back with another lita post😁, but this time on episode 13 cause I'm rewatching it, and im stunned each time with fortpeat performance in these heart-wrenching scenes. I mean, if you've watched, we've seen Sky's journey of allowing himself to trust and fully love pai allow himself to be happy be selfish and have this, which was the scariest thing to do cause of his past.
And peat wow🤧 his portrayal of Sky here, and later in the next scene when he goes to tell his story of what happened. It is the highlight of his acting! *makes me so excited for Love Sea* but Sky isn't crying. He looks so drained, and Prapai asks for him to cry, not to hold it in, but as he starts to cry himself, Sky asks him why. And then these lines!! If you can't cry, I'll cry for you. If you suffer, I will suffer with you, if your in pain, I'll be in pain too. Let me cry in your stead.
Pai is so emotional here, but he needs to have Sky see him like actually see him! He doesn't want to lose him again he isn't gonna leave him he wants to if anything be barrier for the pain he's feeling right now 😭😭😭😭Yet he's trying his best hold up but can't help but to cry
He doesn't want Sky to think this is something he has to face on his own, and what just happened won't make him change his mind. He's gonna listen and always encourage Sky to feel whatever it is he's feeling to him.
Which is so good cause in the special ep sky does that tho he feels already securee in his relationship with pai at this point of their relationship he says he knows how much pai loves him and knows his heart 🤧,he doesn't feel uncomfortable to express that discomfort of having his exes being around. And pai takes full responsibility for that and acknowledges it. He's sorry his past still is getting in the way of their relationship. And that's something sky shouldn't have have bear with constantly of his ex flings. Healthy communication at it's finest!!!
Even as back in ep 12 for sky to admit to himself that he actually loves pai as sad as it was to see sky break from this wall he was trying to keep up, a wall that protected him and told him that it was too good to be true and pai didnt really love him at all. But i think sky already knew he loved him and he lenaded into it but like i said seeing pai prove his point that made him retreat. But pai being there and reading all the things sky wrote about him making him see that this isnt really what you want and though u cant tell me yet how you really feel about me. It's okay cause I love you and you can too tell me you love me. like 😭😭😭😭😭
l'm probably rambling but like their relationship is just everything to me i can't put into words lol
#love in the air series#love in the air the series#love in the air#lita#prapai x sky#sky x prapai#prapaisky#skyprapai#prapai#sky#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#fortpeat#fort x peat
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John Price meeting civilian reader scenario (part 2)
Part 1
Masterlist
The alarm sets off so early the next morning, you feel, like you've just closed your eyes a few minutes ago. You drag yourself out from a comfort of your warm blanket and head to the bathroom.
As you are standing there before the mirror, brushing your teeth, you remember, that yesterday you invited a man you've only known a few hours for today's walk. Sounds unsafe, but then again that smile, that deep voice and muffled croaky chuckles...
Someone may call you reckless, but you call it a risk worth taking. Plus, if you never come back from that walk with him - that means, that your vacation never actually ends. So there are bright sides to even the worst possible outcomes.
In half an hour, you step out of your cabin fully prepared. Deep inside, you are ready to go on your hike alone, if the guy doesn't show up.
But Price already waits for you, leaning on the bench where you chatted yesterday. He looks at you with a smirk.
"How do you look so alive It's not even 5 am now!" - you whine, jealous of his fresh look despite the early hour.
Instead of answering, he hands you his thermos. You open and sniff it. The aroma is faintly reminiscent of coffee...
"Careful. Just a sip." - he says quietly.
You take a tiny sip and cover your mouth with your hand to keep from spitting out the contents. This drink really remotely resembles coffee. Coffee, if mixed with earth, pieces of peat and liquid fire. You cough so hard that your body trembles and tears come to your eyes. "What the bloody... thing is it? Biohazard home brew?"
He tries to hold back his laughter, but he can't. "Sorry, I thought I brewed it softer than usual today." he smiles as he takes the thermos from you and wipes a tear from your cheek.
Moving out on the road, you still occasionally cough. He is genuinely remorseful, though he can't help but smile when you turn away.
You reach the trail just as fog begins to descend from the hills covered with fir trees. The first rays of the sun break through the branches. You take out your camera and turn it on.
"Ok, now I'll go a few steps ahead, and you will be in charge of navigation" - you give him a printed map of your route.
"Add an external observation to that, and I might as well charge you for my services..." - he murmurs under his breath, as you proceed to film your walk.
He inadvertently approaches you several times and almost overtakes you. You have to catch him by the sleeve of his jacket and gently pull him back so that he doesn't get into the frame.
"Sorry, John, I just want those videos to be only about nature. When we come back, I'll show you how good it looks, I promise" - you whisper.
He doesn't mind, though. Fresh and calm morning nature, crisp air, the view he gets, following you from behind... No, he doesn't mind at all.
He likes to silently follow you, occasionally directing you by the shoulder on the cross paths.
This feels like a perfect combination of something he's good at (taking care and guiding) and something he craves (to have a rest).
He even regrets that time has flown by so quickly when you return.
You show him your YouTube channel with silent walking videos, and he is absolutely delighted.
"So there is a right side of this bloody circus after all! I thought it was just an endless chaotic party being translated there." He sighs in relief and turns on your next video.
You wonder what exactly he means by "a right side" of YouTube, but decide to leave him in peace as he's browsing through your vids.
When you are out of sight, he discreetly pulls out his reading glasses, puts them on and writes your channels name down in a little notebook. Then he thinks for a couple of seconds and writes its address down too.
Yes, this whole "...tube.com/channel/UClD8....." stuff. Just to be sure, you know?
After this vacation, your channel has seen a huge increase in viewing statistics.
Price revisits your videos in any free minute.
Others in the Task Force 141 notice that their captain has begun to spend more time at the computer, although they couldn’t even drag him there by force before.
"So when I make time to find and share something funny with your ingrate asses - I'm to be yelled at, but when the captain rewatches a walk down some road in a random forest for several hours - this is not a problem for you?" - Soap grunts at dinner.
No one answers him, because your vids became kind of meditation sessions to a half of the team, since Price shared them with others.
Price leaves awkwardly formal commentaries under every your video.
Like "Dear content creator, I want to send my sincere gratitude for your taking the time to make this video. I genuinely appreciate your enthusiasm for sharing this walk of yours with us all. Thank you again for your dedication."
Gaz can't stand such a level of cringe and shows Price, that there is an "about the channel" info section out there, with your email in it. Just in case, Price wanted to... express his gratitude to you more privately.
"I never asked for it!" - snarls Price, but ends up emailing you as soon as Gaz is out of his sight.
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I'm kinda feral over the fact that fort has so unabashedly mentioned on three different occasions (and maybe even more idk) that peat is the one that lead them or gave advice on what to do during their nc scenes (and all the while also being proud that he did well lmaoo) and each time he mentions it, my boy peat has looked shocked and/or embarrassed.
exhibit 1: https://youtu.be/gXh4fh2_jKg (around 3:55).
mc: "on the topic of "spicy" and handsome, what about p'peat do you think is hot in real life?"
f: "well for the nc scene, the one that gave me advice was p'peat, he suggest what to do"
p: *embarrassed laugh* "kill me, the cat's out of the bag now"
f: "really, before shooting p'peat suggested how to do things better, that's probably his "spicy" side. isn't that right?"
and this interview took place sometime in may I think where they said they were only around 50% done with filming. (also, really just recommend watching the whole interview because they're just so cute and fort is Whipped wbk)
exhibit 2: https://youtu.be/I7cpHuhzfdE (around 3:27) in which I assume filming was finished
q: which scene is hard?
p: "I think... love scene"
f: "really? but you guided me"
p: *shocked* "don't believe what he said. I just gave regular advice. I feel like love scene is something hard. I'm just a rookie actor. when it comes to love scenes, my heart will beat faster. anyway, I managed to do it. right?"
f: "you're right. though it's hard, you gave me a good tip. I did it well"
exhibit 3: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CkNQsQKLwYL/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= or https://twitter.com/poppydrc/status/1585524613504606208?t=boDncjXqZMP_kQSg7fsfSQ&s=19
and in this last one, it was definitely after filming had finished and they were also talking about the office table/board room scene
f: " actually p'peat was the one to give me suggestions since we filmed the official pilot. "fort, you have to do it like this"."
mc: "so he is the one teaching you"
f: "it was like "fort if you want me to feel something, that's my sensitive spot" something like that. "just giving you some suggestions". I was like oh, I see. but at the end, I would still follow my heart"
p: "you are making this up right?"
f: "noooo"
mc: "really? you are close enough to tell each other your sensitive spot?"
p: "yes, because we want to make it as natural as possible. my sensitive spot is my ears, but fort kept touching parts other than my ears"
mc: "touch where?"
f: "it was because of the setting. sometimes, I just couldn't reach his ears. something was blocking between us, and it was out of my reach"
mame: "it was an office table"
fortpeat: *put their heads down in laughter and embarrassment*
LIKE ??? Peat?? my son? but also fort leave my embarrassed son alone? and stop being smug? but not really because I love this for me. I'm sorry, I'm just Not normal over them at all. I've been thinking about this for days and I need more people to know about this just because.
also, peat has mentioned multiple times how it took them 3-4 takes (vs bn's 1-2 takes) to film their nc scenes because fort kept messing up (implying he was doing it on purpose). and fort mentioned how on nc scene filming days, the staff would tease him saying it's his time. like fort really was just there to have a good time with peat lmaooo
Hey nonnie ❤️
Sorry for the late reply 🙈 (time zones and I was sleeping) 😁
So moving on to your revelation MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. LIKE WHATTTT WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE. IS THIS FOR REAL. (proceeds to run to YouTube)
Poor Peat, trusted Fort to keep it a secret between them and my baby is so smug that he did so well for the first time in NC scenes (be proud my love, you were phenomenal 🤣)
Also it is such a FortPeat thing to do you know for Pear to direct Fort how to do and what to do and Fort to follow it to the point. 😌🤌
Also Mame spilling the beans OH BOYYY 🤣🤣 SHES THE BEST WHEN EXPOSING THE BOYS. ALSO I AM DYING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE ON SET HAS ALREADY DECLARED THAT FORT IS OBSESSED WITH PEAT 🤣🤣 AND EVEN ENCOURAGES IT 😂😂
I bet every time Peat showed TLC to Fort there would be fireworks blasting by the Crew just to celebrate Fort's happy moment. 🤭🤭
Also kudos to Fort following his heart and doing what he wants to NC scenes coz I feel like that has surprised Peat coz I have noticed that during the boardroom scene while Sky is still in the chair And Prapai is on his knees and just before Pai picks up Sky he looks a bit surprised and does a action like a (double take) and I always wondered what Fort was doing in that moment 😂
CHECK OUT THE LAST SECOND HOW PEAT LOOKS SURPRISED 🤭🫣
P. S Thank you sharing all this gold information with us. Really appreciate it ❤️😚
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Lastochka - Espionage
Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)
Summary: Your first covert assignment after you return to duty.
Prequel to A quiet moment - Lastochka
Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night,
TRIGGER WARNING: explicit scene. talk of PTSD, non-consensual touching. Smut. Slight Jealous! possessive and Dom! Nikolai.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse
“I said NO.” Nikolai threw the files back into Price and Laswell’s face, not even trying to contain his fury.
“Nik….” Tugging on your husband’s arm, trying to placid him to sit.
Shrugging off your hand and ignoring your plea he stepped closer to the desk, snarking at the two commanders.
“Have you two forgotten what happened last time when she went into the mission ALL BY HERSELF???” he roared. There is no way Nikolai is going to see you, his precious wife going through hell again.
You wrap your arm around yourself, biting your lip. Not a memory you want to revisit .
Slashed. Kept up for days straight, exhaustion. Only a piece of bread and sip of water for you to sustain on for weeks. Darkness of the chamber, contrasting with the bright light shining right into your face, demanding information.
The animalistic look when the soldiers try to tie you up and……
Soap was the first one noticing you stumbling back into the chair, hyperventilating. He dashed forward, steadying you. The unfocused eyes and lack of response when he calls out to you, head rolling back and mumbles incoherent words, he knows you are suffering from another episode. Putting his arm around your shoulder, he whispered words in Scottish, calling out your full name, trying to guide you back into the present. While Gaz and Ghost standing on each side, ready to assist.
Argument stopped as Laswell held her hand up, stopping him from talking, he was about to protest, when she went around the desk with a motherly concern on her face. Nikolai turned around and realised what had happened to you.
“... Remember when Da and Ma were angry with both of us when I let you roll in the peat? Da had to hose both of us down… and your first time making scones but nearly burnt down the kitchen…..” Soap’s gentle and soft tones as he tries to recall childhood stories of both of your mischiefs, luring you out from the unwanted traumatic memory of time in captivity.
Slowly blinking, you slowly came to.The warmth of your brother’s arm around your shoulder, as your eyes came back into focus. Nikolai was kneeling in front of you, his big hand enveloped yours, thumb slowly caressing your hand, grounding you back into reality. Eyes full of worry and guilt. One by one, the muscles of your body relax again as you realise you are not back in that horrible prison. You are safe, and sound. With your team family around you.
The room was quiet, apart from the sound of your brother guiding you to slow down your breathing as he sees you coming out from the flash back, and your still uneven breathing.
“I am sorry.” You choked out after a long while. You feel guilty as the centre of attention, having the team worry about you. The feeling of incompetence, that fear again of getting kicked out of the team again comes careen down the hill.
Tightening the grip of Nikolai’s hand, he notices your distress coming back again. He stood up, guiding you to stand up and pull you into embrace.
“Meeting over.” Nikolai’s curt tone leaves no room for argument.
“Nik.” Price growled. “We need an answer soon as possible.”
“Give us a few minutes.” You interjected with a whisper.. Price’s softened gaze lands on you. Running a hand down his face, he nodded. He cares about you like his own daughter, but he knows the urgency of this mission will require him to get all the final details sorted as soon as possible.
Closing the door as you tow your husband out of the office before he can say anything , two of you walk down the corridor a few metres away from Price’s office, it’s late at night, no one else is around apart from people on night shift and patrol duty.
Stopping around the corner of the corridor and out of everyone’s earshot, Nikolai turned around, voicing his opinion on the matter again.
“I am sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned .. The Incident. “ He apologised, choosing his last few words carefully. “But I am not letting you into danger again. You are NOT going.”
“Nik.” Closing your eyes, trying not to let your mind astray again, “Love. At least let see what they have to say about this mission. And we can decide how we can help out?” You suggested meekly.
A scowling expression appeared on his face. You wonder between Price and Nikolai, these two can have competition to see who has the most variations of unimpressed or displeased expression on their face. You snorted at the thought.
“You are a stubborn one aren’t you. .. Why are you laughing?”
“And you love me for it.” dismissing him lightly, tip toeing up to give him a kiss on the cheek, “Come on. Let’s get back to the office.”
Walking back to the office after the reluctant discussion with Nikolai, everyone was relieved you have decided to rejoin the briefing.
“Shall we?” Laswell gave you and Nikolai a look, asking permission to proceed with the details of the mission. You gave her a nod, allowing her to continue.
Flipping open the folder, Laswell and Price started the briefing. Typical international criminal rings trying to stir up war and have a dab in money laundering and illegal weapon sales. Nothing new, you thought to yourself. Their latest stint was trying to dab into investment into businesses.
Whisky business. To be precise.
That had you and Soap’s full attention.
The MacTavish family had been around the highland area for generations. Started off as humble crofters all the years ago, and by luck, manage to own the piece of land they have farmers on for centuries, trying their luck in the whisky operation ( illegally, you remember your grandpa’s words as he winked at you.). They built their empire from the ground, bit by bit, and now the reputation of the MacTavish whisky is well known in the business circle and around the world for top quality but wide varieties and ranges of drink.
Gaz joked once when you mentioned the family business. He whistled, even though someone like him isn’t totally into whisky, he knew about the reputation of quality of MacTavish whisky. “So you two are posh rich kids? I always thought it was just coincidental that you two share the same surname with the famous whisky company.” You laughed. Even though two of you were sent to the best private school and had anything you could have wanted when young, your Ma and Da made sure you and Johnny knew money is not grown from trees and two of you always had to prove your weights around the farm to earn pocket money.
“We were used as free labourers during school breaks.” you rolled your eyes. “Johnny had to help the crofters cut up the peats and put them out to dry. While I get the other dirty job, look after the farm animals and clean their poops.”
(You did see Price’s eyes glint when you mentioned the cellars you and Johnny used to explore as children. Even Ghost, who is partial towards bourbon, his eyes drifted towards you, as he pretends not to be interested at all in the topic of conversation. You made sure every Christmas you asked your parents to send some vintages for the team as presents).
“I have a feeling this will be about Johnny and me. So what is the catch?’ You sighed as you lean back in the chair, crossing your arms.
"We need someone who is Scottish, obviously,” everyone’s eyes zoomed in on both of you and Soap, “In the Whisky business….”
“Send Soap.” Nikolai frowned and cut in. Price eyed his friend, shaking his head. “ I will send him if our target is interested in male.”
That leaves you.
Pressing your lip together, tapping your foot. Do you really want to do this? Grabbing your dog tag, you pull on the chain. Agitation setting in. There is really no point of sending Johnny in anyway, you thought. He hardly dabbed in your parent’s business, as he joined the military straight out of school, while you hanged around home more than him, during semester breaks, even attended a few business events and meetings here and there when your parents decided there are more hope for you to take over the family business than Johnny. You knew how the distillery runs, how the farm functions. It makes more sense for you to attend the mission.
“Let me see the file.” You extended your hand, as you sigh in resignation. Your eyes open wide with slight shock as you flip through the target info. Leaning back to show the photo of the target to Soap,
“Didn’t you go to school with him? Or was he a few years above you…” The name and the face were vaguely familiar. You search through your brain where exactly you have met him. But you were pretty sure he was at the same boarding school as Johnny.
Soap let out an amused hum, “Oh the Witherington boy? Spoilt brat he was. Always try to boast about his achievement. So now he is in the illegal business aye?” Tapping the photo, “He tried to flirt with you once, at the family day. Da wasn’t impressed.”
Ah. Now you remembered, it still sends chills down your back at the disgust. That boy wasn’t subtle with his advancement, and you nearly punched him if it wasn’t for Da and Johnny trying to pull you back.
“You are still not going.” Nikolai said in a clipped tone.
“And this is why You are going with her.” Laswell replied with a conspired tone.
Both you and Nikolai stared at her, confused.
Taking a deep breath, you look at yourself in the mirror. Hoping you have everything all done up right.
Thistle shaped floral hair accessories, secured and staying in. Make up, seductive but not over the top.Perfect for an evening function. Earrings, necklace, bracelets,all in place.
Laswell’s wife helped you to choose the evening dresses and accessories. Armed with the card Laswell handed over to her,she dragged you out shopping. “No need to worry about the cost. Let’s go all out!! Leave it to me to turn you into a seductress, making sure that husband of yours will fall head over heels for you again.” She smiled at you.
Laswell gave her wife a concerned look, you laughed nervously, promising her you would try your best and make sure the two of you don’t overspend.
She found a perfect dress for you at a high street shop, something elegant, suitable for a cocktail party, but still shows enough skin to seduce the target. A beautiful cabernet colour sweep train dress with a V-neck design at the front, showing a bit of cleavage but leaving enough just for imagination, and thin cross straps around the back holding up the top part of your dress. Split on one side of your dress, stop up to the top of the right thigh, well, that will make escape more easily, you thought, also means it is harder for you to hide anything underneath. Best of all, the dress hugs your figures perfectly. She certainly had good eyes for fashion.
Growing up with Johnny and no other female siblings, you two were labelled the wild children of highland by the neighbours for all the daredevil stuff he dragged you around to participate. You were never good at the so-called “girly stuff”. Everytime there is a special outing it’s always your Ma or your other friends that help you to get dolled up.
You haven’t done this for a while. There was no need for dressing up and playing the part of socialite since you have joined the military. The only piece of jewellery you own nowaday was the simple wedding band you and Nikolai gave to each other when you exchanged the vow in secrecy. You reach automatically around your neck where you usually have the dog tag and the wedding band around, a habit you developed when you are deep in thought or in need of comfort when Nikolai isn’t around with you.
You know you are not bad looking, but you didn’t think you are stunningly beautiful in comparison to your friends.
“Plain looking???” Johnny Scoffed. “Do you know how many boys and girls I had to fend off for you?” You were oblivious to the fact how many people were trying to chase after you until your overprotective brother complained to you once over a glass of whisky.
I CAN DO THIS. You assure yourself. Everyone is here to back you up. It won’t be like last time.
Opening the door of the rented hotel apartment, you stride towards the living area, where everyone was waiting.
Your breath hitched when you saw Nikolai, dressed to the nine with a dark tailored suit, sitting on an armchair, with a glass of whisky in one hand, rolling an unlit cigar in another, deep in thought.
Oh lord have mercy. You thought while feeling that familiar pool of heat in your core. You still don’t know how this charismatic and handsome man is your husband. You recite in your brain the whole Lord’s prayer in your mind three times, trying to dispel your unholy thought (Never expected your religious study at Catholic boarding school was useful until now), Concentrate on the mission Mini, don’t be such a horny teenager. You can have your husband anytime he wouldn’t run away. You chastised yourself.
“And this is why You are going with her.” Laswell replied with a conspired tone.
“ME?” Nikolai wasn’t sure if he heard her right. Pushing the details of the operation towards the front of the desk, both you and Nikolai leaned forward to have a good look.
“Well, this role suits you well.” you smirked. “Russian businessman slash possible mafia boss. Looking for possible new investment to expand his territory.”
Nikolai hummed. Not a bad idea. He has a valid excuse to be by your side.
“And our little spoilt brat will be eager to try and impress you to try to beat whatever offer you,” pointing at Nikolai, “had on the table.”
“Wait, so this isn’t as straight ‘go-in-and-steal-whatever -I-have-to-grab-and-exfil ‘ kind of mission I used to do?” you pointed out.
“No.” Price tipped his chin down, “ It’s more of a lure and capture mission. We are going to try and see what our pretty rich boy knows about this illegal weapon ring.”
Now you feel like a bond lady. This will be an interesting challenge. You cleared your throat, getting everyone’s attention. Heads turned, and Gaz whistled. Nikolai lifted his head up, you saw a flash of surprise,clenching of his jaw, nearly dropping his cigar that he was twirling in his hand. Quickly regaining his composure, he set down his drink on the side table as you walked up to him, swaying your hip slightly.
Extending out your hand, he grasps it lightly as he stands, keeping his eyes on you all the time as he brushes his lip against your knuckle. You can feel his hand warmer than usual, and he is already a furnace, and with his dark and lustful look, you are certain you have successfully turned him on. Side mission completed. You smirked. Now just hoping the main mission will be just as successful.
“You certainly polished up well Mini.” Soap chimed in. You rolled your eyes. Trust your brother to break the moment.
“Well thank you for saying I am not ugly my dear sibling.” Turning to face him as making a face, you feel Nikolai’s hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Final check. We will be stationed just outside the venue until you two give us the go ahead when you lure the target into the designated area. You got the sedative?” holding up your wallet, waving it around a bit indicating to Gaz everything is in there. “Good. All the communication equipment is on Nikolai. Sorry Mini, there is just not enough coverage on you to fit you with an earpiece or microphone discreetly. “ He looks at you apologetically.
You shrugged, “Well, Nik is going to be sticking by my side most of the time anyway. I am not too worried. At least there is a tracker in my wallet.”
“Alright. Let’s roll.”
Nikolai couldn’t take his eyes off you.
When you walked out of the room, he just barely held back a groan that was threatening to escape from his throat.
You look absolutely stunning in your dress. His Goddess. His beautiful Lastochka.
Half of his mind wants to abandon this mission straight away, kick everyone out of the room and devour you right on the spot.
The knowing smirk on your face shows you knew exactly what he is desiring and the deliberate sway of your hip and the stride you made showing most of your skin off your right thigh and leg? Blood was rushing down towards where it shouldn’t be.
For once he was glad for Soap’s distraction. While you and Soap had a little back and forth sibling banter, he pulls you in by the waist. Trying to get you close as possible, to touch you,to breathe in your scent. The beautiful bright citrus smell mixes with jasmine and orange blossom, yet there’s the mysterious calming sweet patchouli and amber scent.
How can a perfume describe your personality so perfectly? Nikolai thought. Bright and passionate , and yet,you can also be so intense and fearless.
He is falling in love with you all over again.
He wasn’t even listening to the last check over Gaz was conducting, all his focus was on you. Until you gave him a little tug, he noticed the team was piling out of the room.
“You alright Nik? Your mind seems to be somewhere else.”
Shaking his head. Carefully not to ruin your make up,he pressed a light kiss on your temple. “Sorry, your beauty distracted me so much I was floating away.”
Ducking your head, face heating up, embarrassed by his compliment. You gave him a little poke for his flirtatious words, “ Well that makes two of us. You look very dapper tonight.”
Pausing for a second, you lean into his chest, speaking in a soft and vulnerable voice, “Thank you for coming with me to the mission.”
Running his hand down your bare shoulder, “I want to be there to protect you, my Ненаглядная ( precious ). I can’t let you plummeting into danger again. I nearly lost you once. Never again I am going to let that happen.” Tightening his grip on your shoulder as he tries not to think what will happen if the mission fails tonight. “Come on, let’s head out. We are going to be late.”
Grabbing the long coat, he draped it over your shoulder, making sure you are all tucked in nicely before putting his own overcoat on. You murmured a word of thanks before looping your arm around his, searching for that bit of comfort to ease your nervousness.
Time to get some work done. Quicker the better. To have you away from the danger, and he can have you all by himself.
Sipping on your champagne while scanning the room, trying to spot the target. So far, no sign of him… yet.
“Any luck?” Nik appeared behind you, enquired in a low voice. His hand slowly glides down the spine, coming to rest at the small of your back, drawing circles. You swear he is doing it deliberately, to see your reaction. This man was here to distract you more than keeping a close eye on you or potential enemy.
You decided to pull a surprise on him.
“Nikolai,if you don’t want me to jump on you right here and now, you better behave and concentrate on the task ahead.” you murmured as you pretend to take another sip of your drink.
He was taken aback. Not by the context or the tone of your voice.
You were talking to him in near-perfect Russian.
You felt his finger halt his movement, before dipping his head down, looking at you with raised brows. You tilt your head up meeting his eyes, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Had too much time on my hands while recovering at my parent’s. So I thought I picked up a new skill.”
“We need to talk about what else you've been hiding from me later on.” Oh, he is definitely getting turned on with the way he is eyeing you, his low voice thick with lust. “Oh my love, I have a lot of hidden talents waiting for you to explore at any time.” You purred.
Before he could reply, both of you heard a boisterous greeting with a heavy Scottish accent from a short distance away.
“Well! Isn’t this Miss MacTavish?? Look at you all grown up!” You and Nikolai parted slightly and before turning around, put on a well schooled smile on your face and greeted the man with an overly cheerful voice.
“Ah, Mr MaCleans, what a pleasant surprise!” you extended your hands and leaned forward to give the older man a light embrace. You half expected to run into some of your parent’s associates and connections, but you are genuinely surprised to see this person here.
“I see you haven’t retired yet?” You asked half jokingly. This man was already quite old when you were growing up, and you remember him as a very energetic man, always travelling around, never seeming to stop for a second.
Letting out a laugh, “I will only retire the day I die! Now, what are you doing here? Where are your Da and Ma? And that daredevil brother of yours?”
You let out a real chuckle, “Ma and Da are on holiday overseas at the moment, that is why they send me in for the event instead. And my brother?” waving your hand around, “off on an adventure, somewhere. He’s always floating around. I am not sure.” Trying to make an excuse. No one really knows you and Soap both joined the military and in the special forces. Your parents always use the excuse of you being sent around studying and Johnny off somewhere travelling like a nomad.
“Your parents did talk about making you take over the family business a long while ago.. Ah, where are my manners and ignoring your companion, so who is this fine young man here.”
You manage to hold back an unladylike snort as Mr Mcleans called your husband a young man. You suppose anyone else is relatively young in comparison to him.
“This is Nikolai…..” “ Oh! Your husband?” Mr MaCleans interjected with a glimmer in his eyes.
Your smile falters slightly but you quickly cover up by a fake giggle. “Oh, no, Mr Belinski is Ma and Da’s .. um, new friend and possible new investors. They ask me to show him around to get more connections.” it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth not being able to call him your husband openly.
Nikolai introduces himself, as the two men engage in conversations about business and serves as a good distraction as you make an excuse to grab more drinks from the bar and to search for the target again.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a younger man approaching.
Bingo.
As you considered your next move, you saw him walking up towards Mr Mcleans. Taking a quick glance at Nikolai, you notice the subtle change of his body language, aware that the target is approaching towards the group.
“There you are, young lad, where have you been? Let me introduce you to my old associate’s daughter and her companion.” Hearing Mr Mcleans' comment, you quickly thanked the bartender as you grabbed your drink, returning to the group.
You feign surprise as the target holds his hand out and introduces himself to you and Nikolai, grasping and feeling your hand a tad bit longer for your liking. You pull your hand back, trying not to show your disgust.
“Benjamin Witherington?”
He raised an eyebrow, confused how you know him.
“You know him?” Mr Macleans asked, curious.
“He went to the same school as John. But I don’t believe they were in the same social circle.” You turned around to face Ben again, putting on your most flirtatious smile as you introduced yourself with your full name.
You can see a sudden recognition in his eyes as he heard your surname.
“MacTavish? Ah, you are Johnny MacTavish’s sister? I remember we met once during the family opening day.”
You are half impressed with his memory, since it has been some years ago when that happened. The day you wanted to punch the hell out of this man for being inappropriate to you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to suppress the anger from the memory.
“Look at you, all grown up and beautiful.” and you are still as slimy and frivolous as ever, you thought.
Letting out a little giggle, pretending to be bashful with the comment, “Well thank you, my mother will be pleased someone finally has something nice to say about my appearances.”
“Well I mean look at you…” Eying you up and down before landing his eyes on your tits, you strategically turned slightly to pick up your drink from the side table, covering yourself and changing the subject. “So, what are you doing here? Seems like you and Mr Macleans came together.”
He puffed, “My father wanted me to attend the function with him and try to gain some business connections and learn some social manners,” he rolled his eyes and puffed, your lip twitched slightly at the new information. Hum, this could prove interesting, there might be bigger fish to catch than him here. The young naive Witherington boy might be a tool for his father, but you doubt he will be all innocent like he is trying to present himself.
You lean forward, fingers on your chin, pretend to be empathise with him,
“Well we are in a similar boat then. Ma and Da are overseas at the moment, so couldn't attend the event.. And Johnny being Johnny, we have no idea where that nomad is, floating around the world with no care so, here I am,” sighing dramatically as you point to Nikolai, who standing on the side, pretend to listen to conversation Mr Macleans and few other gentlemen he had introduced him to, “babysitting duty for one of their new friend.”
Lowering your voice as if you were telling a great secret into his ears, “I heard through the grapevine he is very rich back in Russia though, and possible association to the Russian mob. But that is just rumours.” you lean back. “He did shower me with gifts when he first arrived. So who knows? I might keep him as a sugar daddy.”
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Nikolai’s hand twitching as he heard the last bit of the comment. Have you gone a bit too far?
“Well, let’s forget about these old men, boy, is it a bit hot in here?” you pretend to fan yourself, trying to dissipate the heat.
“Let’s go somewhere with less people“ Ben eagerly offer to escort you out of the main ballroom, “ I think there is rooms down the hallway with a balcony, Maybe we can talk more there.” he tries to loop his arm around your waist, you back away slightly, making excuse you have to let Nikolai know where you are heading to.
Shuffling yourself towards your husband, turning as he immediately notices you approach.
“Mr Belinski, Mr Macleans, sorry to interrupt your gentlemen’s conversation, but Ben and I are going to retreat somewhere with a balcony to get more fresh air.” You look at Nikolai right in the eyes. Target moving, ready to extract
“Ah, balcony. That is a good idea.” he repeated your location, relying onto the team through the concealed microphone. You can see his jaws clenching. This is the part he is worried about. You will have to be out of his sight, alone again.
“We will be back in five minutes!” send in the team through my tracker location in five minutes.
Out of the ballroom as you walk down the corridor, you grab tight onto your clutch wallet, hoping the tracker in there is working correctly. You try to calm yourself down, half listening to some outlandish stories Ben is currently rambling on about, trying to impress you.
Stopping in front of a room, you pushed it open. The room was dark and musty, the only source of illumination was the balcony and street light from outside the window.
As soon as you walk in, you feel Ben grabbing you from behind, trying to force a kiss on you.
“What…?!! Get off me Ben!!!” You try to push him off you, elbowing him.
“You slut!!! I thought you wanted this!!!”
“Oh don’t flatter yourself, you lavvy-heided wankstain.''You sneered. Pulling out your sedation needle from your wallet, you jabbed right into his neck, “I would prefer Nikolai over you ANY DAY. Sweet dreams.” And with that insult thrown at him, he dropped to the ground in an instant, passed out as the drug took effect. You threw the needle onto the ground, as if it burnt you and stumbled back until your leg hit a couch.
A minute later, Nikolai and the team bursted in, ready for a confrontation. They immediately relaxed as they saw the target on the ground, snoring away and you safe and sound.
Nikolai strided towards you, currently collapsed on the couch, looking dazed and out of breath, he immediately gathered up into his arm, murmuring words of assurances.
“I am fine Nik… I just need a minute to catch up on my breath.” you let out a big breath as you lean into his chest.
Soap came up towards the two of you, with a small smile on his face. “Thanks Mini. Couldn’t do it without you.” Giving him a weak smile, you held out your hand to give him a hi-five.
“Now you two love birds go back to the hotel, I’ll get Gaz to drive you two back. Rest of us will clean up the scene and cover the rest.” You peek over Nikolai’s shoulder, seeing Ghost hauling the unresponsive body of Ben over his shoulder without any care, you begin to wonder how strong the drug is to knock him out instantly. It’s probably one of those answers you don’t want to know.
Gaz gave you a wave, indicating he is ready to move. Nikolai helped you to stand, wrapping you up in the overcoat before leading you outside to the van waiting. Passing by Price, you gave him a salute, he returned with a warm smile, happy to know the mission has completed without much harm being done to you.
Now you just have to face your husband. You were certain he would be fussing over you once the two of you are alone.
Or maybe he will treat you with something better… to reward you for the job well done.
Your hands were still shaking from adrenaline as you tried to open the door with your key card. You can feel Nikolai’s body heat radiating off him as he is practically sticking right against your back.
You had told him what happened after you left the ballroom while in the car ride back to the hotel. His hand around your waist tightened, and the hardened look in his eyes says it all. He is angry. And pissed off. Not at you. But at the dirty, filthy, piece of lowlife target that has touched you without your permission.
As soon as the door is closed, he pushes you flat against the wall, nibbling your earlobes as his hand drifts down towards the slit of your dress, sliding this callous hand between your inner thigh.
“Do you know how hard it was for me to watch that Мудакl (asshole) touching you? Tainting my wife.. MY GODDESS with his dirty filthy hand…” he growled as he pushed himself closer to you, feeling his hard and thick arousal on your back. As you arch yourself back towards him, giving him more friction.He grabbed your throat lightly, and caressed the line of your jaw with his thumb. “I couldn’t do a thing. Watching him flirting away with you, ogling at your breasts like a hungry wolf…. “ Grabbing one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it lightly, “ No one, no one else should be touching you but ME. you belong to me.” he hissed. “I will not let any other despicable, wretched low life lay a hand on you ever again.”
“Nik…” you whispered, aching for more. More of his touch. To erase the filth and dirty feeling Ben has left on you. “Please...”
“Shh…” now he moved his hand towards the slit of your core, “I will give you what you want, soon. Be patient, my little bird. Oh?”
Ah he noticed. You bite your lip, waiting for his reaction.
“No underwear? How daring of you.” cupping his hand around your pussy, inserting his middle fingers in, prodding. “So you walked around all night like this, what were you thinking?”
“... I… I was thinking..” Whimpering, trying to get your words out. Gosh your mind is like a muddle right now, all you can think of is how much you want him to move his finger, make you feel good. Your pussy clenches around his finger, wanting to get a bit of relief.
“Louder. I can’t hear you” He commanded as he licked the back of your neck, from the nape of your neck right up to the base of your ear.
“I was thinking how pleased my husband will be when he finds out.” you blurted out, whole body trembling with anticipation.
You can feel his amusing smirk as he planted a kiss on the back of your head.
“Well, he is indeed pleased by it. But what he wasn't pleased about was how a scum had been touching you..ah. It’s not your fault.” his tone changed from slightly harsh to a softer genuine loving tone as he senses you shrinking away slightly. “You did well on the mission. And now, the good girl gets the reward.” he started moving his fingers languidly, his thumb rubbing ever so often circling around the sensitive nub of yours. Rolling your head back onto his shoulder, moving your hip in sync of his movement, silently begging for more.
“Already dripping wet thinking of me, hmmm?”
“Only you. It’s only you..” you moaned.
“MMM… and you are the only one,” As if to emphasise the point, he started grinding his hip into your back as he sped up his ministration, “That can get me this hard. Can you feel that?”
You nodded your head eagerly,
“Good. keep that thought. Because…” moving his hand from your throat, moving down towards your breast, kneading it through the thin fabric of your dress and pitching the nipple. “This is the cock that is going to fuck you until you scream out in pleasure for me, fill you up again and again.”
With that thought, it topped you over the edge. You didn’t even bother suppressing your loud moan as you felt the intensity of the orgasm hit you. Feeling the hot liquid gushing on from your fold and onto his finger. He murmurs words of praise into your ear as he slows down his pumping and lets you ride out the rest of the high.
You feel you are about to collapse after he just drew such an intense orgasm out of you. You tried to grab onto the wall, searching for some friction to hold yourself up right. He pulls away from you slightly, one arm supporting you around your waist, as he undresses with a quick tuck of the strap and unzipping the fastener on the back of the dress, letting it drop on to the floor.
Now you are standing there in front of him,with nothing but all your jewellery and heels still on. facing the wall in such a vulnerable position.
Hearing him undoing his belt and watching him kicking his pants to the side, he moved closer to you, one hand intertwined with yours, the other turning your head, facing him as he leaned down and giving you a deep, passionate yet loving kiss, before slowly pushing himself into you.
No matter how many times the two of you made love, you still can’t get over the delicious sensation of how his large cock stretches your pussy, with each pounding you see stars in front of your eyes.
The room is full of the sound of his low groan and your sobbing and begging, for him to give you another release. Lifting one of your legs up to change the angle, he ordered you to move your hand down towards your swollen bundle of nerves.
“I want to see how you pleasure yourself, my little bird.”
You began to rub your own clit intensely, trying to relieve that need that is bubbling up again, all of sudden he sped up with his pace, hitting right into the sweet spot that made you scream out with pleasure.
“That is … sing out for my lastochka… I love it when you show me how much pleasure my cock is bringing you. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and come for me?”
Your hand falters as the second orgasm hits you,your pussy clenching uncontrollably around his cock. Closing your eyes and letting out a stream of incoherent babble, followed by the sensation of Nikolai’s hot cum filling the inside of you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, trying to ride out his own orgasm.
You moaned out with frustration with the emptiness that he left you when he pulled out from you, you felt both of your cum dripping down between your legs and the drag of wetness between the crack of your ass as he drew his cock back.
Turning you around, he runs his fingers between the fold of your pussy, and gathers up a bit of the cum.
“What a mess you have made… Now, how would you suggest we clean this up?”
With an innocent smile, you draw his hand up towards your mouth, licking and sucking each of the fingers clean.
“Like this?? “ you batter your eyelashes as you cheekily replied. He let out a laugh and bent down to kiss you, getting a good taste of your and his own cum.
“What a brilliant idea.. Now , why don't we move to somewhere more… comfortable, so I can perform the cleaning procedure, and maybe, “ his eyes dart down, you can see him getting hard again, “you can clean up mine too?”
The two of you didn’t check out of the hotel the next day until the team came pounding down on the door, and silently retreated back out again as they saw all the clothes scattered along the floors of the living room, leading towards the bedroom.
“You love her don’t you?”Nikolai looked at Mr Mcleans with surprise but said nothing.“Ah, don’t look so surprised. I have lived twice as long as you, I know that look. The same look I give my lovely bonnie Linda. Bless her soul in heaven.” he took another sip of whisky.
“ I only agreed to take that bampot bairn because his father Lord Witherington begged me to do so. Now,” Slapping Nikolai’s back,”Go and get her back.”
And People, this is the story of how Anya MacTavish was produced.
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Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe
Story Summary: After a fight with Kurt, Blaine goes running back to Ohio…again! The problem is he doesn’t have Dalton to run back to.
Chapter 1 Title: Are You Happy?
Chapter 1 Summary: Blaine is back in Ohio after a fight with Kurt. His friends are determined to not let him fall back into old patterns
Notes: 10 Days of Seblaine Week 2023 Day 3: Dalton
Canon through Season 6 with exception of 5 year time jump.
❤️🎉HAPPY ANNIVERSARY EVERYONE 🎉❤️
Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our approach. Please prepare for landing. Welcome to Columbus. It is currently 62 degrees…
Blaine put his tray table up and his laptop in his carry on. This was NOT the trip he expected to be taking this week.
“Kurt! I’m home! You’ll never guess…what’s going on?”
“Isabelle got me a showing for my accessories at Paris Fashion Week! Can you believe it?”
“Um…isn’t Paris Fashion Week next week? Our anniversary is next week. We’re going to Hawaii on the Honey…the trip we postponed last year because Isabelle’s assistant got the flu and she insisted she’d never survive Paris Fashion Week without you. And the year before that because... You know, I can't remember what excuse you used that time."
“Oh, yeah. I forgot. But Blaine, this time it’s for our future. It's not the same.”
“Yes, yes, it is.”
“Come with me. We can enjoy the city during our down time. Support me like I supported you at the Grammys.”
“You didn’t go. You decided it wasn't worth missing your classes the next day because my category wasn’t televised.”
“Not this again. It was 3 months ago and you didn’t win. Get over it.”
“You did not just say that.”
“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. And I’m sorry I’m postponing our vacation again. I’m not sorry I’m going to Paris. Stop being so difficult.”
“Just go. I’ll go back to Ohio for the Groundbreaking Ceremony at Dalton. I was disappointed when I found out we couldn’t attend because we’d be in Hawaii. Since that’s no longer an issue…”
“Oh, hell no! I saw Sebastian Smythe’s name on the list of committee members. I’m not letting you go anywhere near that asshole without me.”
“Uh…excuse me. You’re forbidding, literally forbidding, me from going to Dalton’s Groundbreaking?"
"That's not what I meant."
"But it was what you said. You know how important Dalton was to me. I was devastated...”
“How important could Dalton have been if you left just because I asked you to?”
“Fuck you!”
“Blaine, don't…where are you going?”
“Ohio!”
*SLAM*
Three hours later Blaine finally relaxed when a friendly face opened his door and gave him a hug. “Get in here” Sam said, pulling him into his apartment. “Did you leave your luggage in the rental?”
“Nope. In my dramatic exit I only grabbed my school bag.”
“Good thing I’ve still got the stuff you forgot the last time you were here. For once my procrastination paid off.”
“You didn’t procrastinate, you've been busy. I remember how crazy it was preparing the Warblers for Sectionals. The New Directions are trying to three-peat at Nationals in a few weeks…big difference. I feel like an ass taking up your time, but I just couldn’t face my mom’s interrogation. At least not tonight. I mean it would be stupid if I didn’t stay with her when I go to Dalton.”
“But…”
“If you say one word about how I used to make that drive all the time, I’ll tell your new girlfriend about the time Sue was hypnotizing you and…”
“Hey! I had no control over what I was doing! And it’s not fair to use that stuff against me when I don’t remember any of it.”
“Except sleeping with Rachel.”
“I wasn’t hypnotized for that” Sam told him with an added wink.
Blaine’s phone went off (his mother not husband) so Sam went to his hall closet and brought out the box he’d stored there. Since Pam was on a tangent, it gave him time to go to the kitchen and make some calls of his own. He had a plan for his best friend and wanted to confirm the pieces were in place.
When he returned with drinks, Blaine was laying back on the couch rubbing his temples. Pam had that effect on people. “You’re going to have to go to Target for underwear and stuff like that. I’ve got a toothbrush…”
“Sam, what aren’t you telling me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You got kind of defensive when I mentioned your new girlfriend.”
“I know” Sam sighed as he rejoined Blaine on his couch. “It’s just, I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you this. My girlfriend already knows about everything that happened with Sue, and Rachel.”
“Ok? Why is it so hard to tell me you told your girlfriend?”
“I didn’t have to tell her. I’m dating Kitty.”
Did not see that coming! “Kitty? Kitty Wilde?”
“Yes, and we have a date tonight. So do you.”
“You realize I’m still married, no matter how pissed I am at Kurt.”
“Not like that. I called a friend and he’s taking you to Scandals to get drunk and forget how big a jerk your husband is.”
“Who did you call?”
“It’s a surprise. You have time for a shower and nap. After you called, I went to the store and got a bunch of your favorite Kurt did something stupid comfort food. Please eat something before you go to Scandals so you don’t get drunk on your second beer.”
Blaine wanted to give a snarky comeback but didn’t because Sam was right. “Thanks, Blond Chameleon.”
“Anytime NightBird.”
Because he wasn’t getting picked up until later in the evening, Blaine had time to run to Target. There was also enough time to visit with Kitty before she and Sam left on their date. He had to admit he was having a little trouble getting past the whole former football coach/cheerleader thing. It was only 3 years ago.
But if they wanted to relive that time in private…
Oh God, now it’s worse.
At 9PM on the dot the doorbell rang. He was not prepared for who was standing in front of him. “David? What are you doing here?”
“Taking you to Scandals? “Ready?”
Dave Karofsky? Sam called the guy he broke up with and then married Kurt a week later? Sending them to the place where they reconnected after he returned to Ohio when Kurt ended their engagement? Well, if Dave is here, he must be fine with it.
“Sure, just let me get my phone.”
“No phone. You’re going to drink and talk to me and the others. No checking your phone every 10 minutes to see if Kurt called. Sam was very specific with his directions but I’m pretty sure Kitty was the actual mastermind.”
“Sam and Kitty…I wouldn’t check my phone…” Then it dawned on him. “Did you say others? Who?”
“No idea. Let’s go. I don’t want to give up any more of my time because you’re overthinking what’s going on.”
Blaine shook his head and chuckled. This was nice. “You know me so well.”
It was all small talk until they were settled in a back booth at Scandals and each halfway through their first beer. “Do you remember what you promised me when you came over to tell me you’d married Kurt?”
“David, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
“You’re right, I didn’t” Dave told him with a confidence Blaine didn’t remember. It looked good on him. “Now answer my question. Do you remember your promise?”
Oh yeah, he remembered. “To not lose myself in my relationship with Kurt again. To do what was right for me, even if Kurt threw a hissy fit. And I have, most of the time. Sometimes that’s not how marriage works.”
“And yet you’re sitting here with me and your husband is on his way to Paris. Weren’t you supposed to be in Hawaii for your Spring Break? On the honeymoon you never took? We both know that weekend in Rhode Island didn’t count.”
“How do you…Sam?” Dave nodded his response, not giving him a chance to go off topic, which they both knew Blaine would try. “When we had our fight, I couldn’t say the word honeymoon. I just reminded him it was our anniversary. It wouldn’t have made a difference. Kurt was going to Paris no matter what I said.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
Shit! He noticed. “No, but I’m getting better at it. At least I think I am, but he makes it so fucking hard!” Blaine stopped to finish his beer and motion to the waitress he wanted another. If those coming later were anything like Dave, he needed to get a good buzz going. “I was so happy when I got home but he didn’t give a chance to tell him my news!”
“You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”
Blaine thought about it, but not for long. The thought Kurt had to be the first one he told was gone. “Do you know about the song writing contest I won at NYU?”
“Who doesn’t? The prize was it would be recorded by a major artist and put on their next album. None of us expected Celine Dion or that the song would be nominated for Pop Song of the Year at the Grammys. By the way, you should have won.”
“Thanks.” Blaine tried to push out the memory of Kurt’s earlier comment but couldn’t. “Celine was asked to record a song for a movie, a big…big movie, but she hated what they sent her. She told the studio she’d do it, but she wanted me to write a new song.”
Dave rushed around the table and crushed him in a bear hug…maybe bear was a poor choice of words. “Oh my God! That’s huge! What’s the movie?”
“I shouldn’t say…in case things don’t work out.”
“Blaine…”
“Ok, it’s Deadpool 2.”
Dave pulled back, a blank expression on his face. “Are you shitting me? Seriously, are you shitting me? The first one is my favorite movie of all time!”
“I remember.”
“And Sam! He’s going to freak that you’re going to write a song for a comic book movie!”
“If they use it.”
Once again, Dave tightened his hold, this time even harder. “You are a Grammy nominated song writer and Celine fucking Dion asked you to write her a song for fucking Deadpool 2. Stop doubting yourself.”
“Ok, the walk down memory lane is over. Time for the male hobbit to forgo the sugar coating and get some tough love from Auntie Snixx.”
Dave whispered Good Luck before leaving. Blaine wasn’t sure if his abrupt exit was part of the plan, animosity toward one of the masterminds of his ambush wedding to Kurt or not wanting to piss off the girl who once told him she had razor blades in her hair.
Did it matter? Yeah, it did. Their time together made him realize how much he missed him. He’d like them to be friends again…if it wasn’t too weird for Dave.
His long awaited second beer arrived, but Santana declined anything stating she wouldn’t be there much longer. She then pulled out her phone and smiled a smile Blaine had seen enough to know it meant trouble. “What are you doing here Lopez?”
“In Ohio? Lord Tubbington needed an intervention for his latest addiction…Internet porn.”
Blaine didn’t question her explanation which for some reason made perfect sense. “I meant here…at Scandals.”
“Sammy called. He needed help getting in contact with the third ghost of Blaine Warblers past.”
“You are not a ghost from my past. I see you at least once a week.”
“Then Karofsky’s your past, I’m your present and the next person can be your future. Guess that makes you and your pissy mood Scrooge.” Santana took a deep breath and folded her hands on the table. “I’m only going to say this once and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it…then cut off your balls.”
That was interesting. Interesting enough he prepared for what she was going to say by taking a big swig of beer. “Deal”
“I’m sorry.”
“Foooor?”
“I should’ve never let Britt talk me into the double wedding. She only remembered high school Klaine and then depressed Blaine who missed Kurt. She wasn’t here for the engagement and she definitely was around for toxic NYC Klaine. I was.”
For the second time since he arrived in Ohio, Blaine didn’t have a comeback because the person across from him was telling the truth. Was it progress to admit what they were saying were truths? “You didn’t have faith we’d make it?”
“Once I was out of the happy bubble of my wedding day? No, not a chance in hell. You and Hummel got back together only a few days before. You needed time to either work out the issues you had the first time or realize you were in a never-ending cycle, doomed to failure.”
“Wow, tell me how you really feel.” Blaine downed the rest of his beer for time to come of with a reasonable response. Like that was going to happen. “I thought we were ready.”
“Why? Because you went to therapy and a had rebound relationship with Karofsky?”
“Never, I mean never, say crap about Dave! I don’t care about shit that went down in high school. He didn’t deserve what I did to him, no matter what he did back then!”
Santana tilted her head then nodded, showing she was both stunned and impressed by Blaine’s outburst. “You obviously misunderstood Anderson. Was your relationship with Karofsky on anyone’s bingo card? No. Did some people think you were with him as revenge for Hummel ending your engagement? Yeah, probably more than you realize. But I know you had feelings for Dave, just not love. He was the wrong person at the right time.”
“Then who was the right person?”
“The guy who just walked in the door.” She took hold of his hands and asked “Do you remember when we went to Dalton to hear the Warblers sing MJ and they did I Want You Back? How I said we were in big trouble?” Blaine nodded because seeing Sebastian had rendered him speechless. “I didn’t mean for Regionals. The New Directions were in trouble because we were going to lose you. If that Slushie didn’t happened, you would’ve eventually gone back to Dalton. Not for the Warblers but for a Warbler…Smythe. You looked at him in a way I never saw between you and Hummel…ever.”
“San…”
“Just talk to him. Listen to him. And listen to the voice in your, thankfully no longer plastered into submission, head.”
“Hey” Sebastian said upon his arrival at their table, unsure of what he was doing there in the first place. Other than fear of what Santana Lopez would do if he’d declined, of course.
Santana stood to leave, kissed Blaine on the cheek, then took hold of Sebastian’s arm. “Thank you for coming but if you fuck this up, they’ll never find your body.”
“Understood.” Then as a shock to both men, she kissed his cheek before leaving. “That…that…my younger self would never believe that just happened” Sebastian stammered as he took the available seat. “I still live in fear of her revenge for the Slushie I threw at her. Sometimes I wish she would just get it over with. I mean, how many …don’t answer that. I remember. I’ve always remembered.”
Their missing waitress appeared out of nowhere, obviously due to Sebastian. Even though Blaine hadn’t finished his current beer, he went ahead and ordered one for each of them. Hopefully they’d arrive before the girl realized she worked in a gay bar.
They did.
The tension was awkward, but since Sam had gone to a lot of trouble to put this evening together, Blaine decided the least he could do was see it through. “How’s the Groundbreaking preparation going?”
“Crazy” Sebastian told him, but the former Warbler Captain instantly broke out a smile. “But it’s Dalton crazy so…”
“Organized chaos” Blaine finished for him. “How did you get involved?”?
“Long story.”
“Good. We can get comfortable while we get up the nerve to talk about whatever Santana told you.”
“She didn’t tell me anything. I had no idea you’d be here. In fact, shouldn’t you be in Hawaii? It’s the reason you declined your invitation.”
Blaine was still reeling from hearing Sebastian didn’t know he’d be here. As much as he wanted to ask how Santana convinced him to come, he decided it was safer not to know. “Kurt was offered a business opportunity in Paris, but that’s a conversation we should save until you’ve caught up to me. I’m on my third beer and I’m not the lightweight I used to be.”
“Challenge accepted.” Sebastian took a good-sized drink and looked for the waitress. She must have figured out flirting was a waste of time since she was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, one of the bartenders remembered Sebastian from the old days who took care of him. “So, we talk about Dalton for now?”
“For now.”
“Ok, then I got involved because the Reopening Committee asked. It’s my Spring Break so I have a lot of extra time.”
Before everything went to hell between them, Blaine learned some of Sebastian’s telltale ticks. If he tapped his fingers on the table, he wasn’t telling the whole truth. He never lied. He just had a habit of leaving out important details. Right now, he was practically tapping the drum solo to In The Air Tonight.
“It’s my Spring Break too, which makes sense since I'm supposed to be in Hawaii. Where did you wind up going to college?”
“Stanford”
“Not Harvard like your dad. I bet that went over like a led balloon.”
“Ding, ding, ding…200 points to the Grammy nominee.”
“You heard about that? Never mind, seems a lot of people have.”
“You’re kidding, right? Everyone knew you’d end up in music, we just didn’t know how. But I have a question. When I read about your nomination, the article said you won a song writing contest at NYU. What happened to NYADA?”
“Kurt broke off our engagement, crippling depression caused my work to suffer, NYADA cut me.”
“They cut you? Depression that bad should've gotten you a medical excuse.”
“My parents’ lawyers said the same thing. NYADA cleared my record, refunded my tuition, and when I refused to go back, the Director of NYADA convinced Tische into accepting me despite the fact I’d missed all application deadlines.”
“Let me guess, after NYADA (air quotes) fixed everything, you and your parents didn’t sue.”
“Ding, ding, ding…500 points to the Stanford man.” The tapping went into overdrive. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Sebastian moved his hands to his lap. “You remembered?”
“You’d be surprised how much I remember about you.“ Oh shit! Time to stop drinking.
Either his comment went over Sebastian’s head, or he was polite enough not to push the subject. “Let’s just say you weren’t the only one to switch colleges. I’m not at Stanford anymore. I’m at OSU.”
Huh? “Your turn to spill what happened.”
Sebastian finished his beer and signaled the bartender for another. They were both well aware this would be his third. According to their agreement, it was time to talk about the hard stuff. “Do you remember, back when we were friends, and you asked what was something I could never have but wanted more than anything?”
“Of course. You said my ass.”
“True, but then I said…”
Blaine’s eyes flew open even though they were heavy from the alcohol. “You told your father off? How you hated him for all the crap he’d put you and your mother through? Oh my God, what did he say?”
“You’re cut off.”
“Oh shit!” While Blaine was in disbelief (but in total awe at the same time) Sebastian seemed fine…peaceful. “That’s why you left Stanford? He even cut off tuition?”
“Everything. But Blaine, it was the best thing to happen to me.”
Huh? “What do you mean?”
“He no longer has control over me. I make all my own decisions. I’ll admit I was lucky this pissed off my grandmother, his mother. She gave me the equivalent of what I would inherit when she died. It didn’t take my finance classes for me to realize living in California, near San Francisco, was going to drain the money in less than 10 years. I finished the semester at Stanford then moved here.”
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off Sebastian. He was practically glowing, and not from the beer. “You look really happy.”
“I am and it’s not just being free of my father. Dalton plays a huge role in what I call my recovery.”
“Dalton? How?”
“I’m not just working on the Groundbreaking. I work part time for Dalton. I’m still working on my Finance Degree, so I’ve been helping with fundraising. OSU gives me credit for practical experience. I’m also getting a degree in Education Administration.”
Excuse me?! “You? Sebastian Smythe are going to be Dalton’s Head Master?”
“Oh, hell no! I’m going to teach French and work as an assistant to the Head Master…title pending. The Head Master has to handle crap like curriculum and faculty. I’ll be in charge of budgets and making sure students don’t do stupid shit…title pending. The idea was who's better for the job than someone who broke practically every rule. There’s not a lie or excuse I won’t see right through.”
When Blaine found out his best friend was taking over the New Directions, Sam asked if he was jealous. His answer of a little was true. He had loved coaching the Warblers. But what Sebastian was doing? He wasn’t a little jealous. He was so jealous his heart hurt. “Are you happy?”
“Extremely. I know everyone expected me to be a lawyer or CEO. I’d rather work at Dalton and not have high blood pressure and ulcers by the time I’m 30. I suppose I’ve grown up.”
“I suppose you have.”
Sebastian took a chance to reach over for Blaine’s hand and was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t pull away. “Killer, when was the last time you were truly happy? Not with something in your marriage, or Kurt in general. Something that was only about Blaine Devon Anderson.”
Was it sad he couldn’t answer immediately? Blaine wanted to say his song writing. How he’d been asked to write a song for a movie. Neither was the truth. “When I was coaching the Warblers before the fire. My life was a mess, but for those few hours a day, safe inside the walls of Dalton, I was genuinely happy.”
Sebastian didn’t look surprised. “If you have time, you should come help with the Groundbreaking. Or, even if you don’t have time, could you please, please, please come help with the Groundbreaking? Some of the bigger donors asked what the Warblers were performing…yesterday. As of now, there’s no performances scheduled, just speeches. You, former Warbler and musical savant, showing up like this is basically a miracle. Unless you say you won’t do it. No pressure. You obviously have a lot to deal with, but please, please pretty please.”
It sounded perfect, but he didn’t want Sebastian to know Dalton was the reason he was back in Ohio. Kurt forbidding him from coming would somehow come out and he didn’t need that getting around. It was beyond embarrassing. “I have time and even if I didn’t, I would’ve found a way. Can we have lunch tomorrow and keep catching up…no matter how difficult it might be?”
Sebastian smiled as Sam and he assumed Kitty walked in. The only reason he wasn’t sure was because she was tiny, and every single McKinley Warbler was scared shitless of her. “B, your designated drivers are here.”
“Not quite Eiffel Tower…”
“Eiffel Tower?” Blaine and Sebastian asked in unison.
Kitty rolled her eyes at them, but Sam thought it was funny. “They’re both tall and French.” She rolled her eyes again when not only Sam, but Blaine and Sebastian, began to laugh uncontrollably. “Anyway…” she said in a way Sebastian suddenly understood why the guys were terrified of her “It’s late, you’ve been drinking and none of us are making the drive to Westerville and back. You’re staying with Tana and Brittany at the Pierce’s. Give me your keys. I’m driving you.”
The guys all began laughing again. They were so loud the other bar patrons could hear them over the music. “You…you?” Sebastian tried to say between breaths. “I don’t think my seats go up that far!!”
Sam pulled himself together. Kitty was almost at her Santana level. “I’ll drive Sebastian’s car. You and Blaine follow in mine.”
“No, I want to talk to the jackass about me and the McKinley Warblers singing Blaine’s song at his fancy shindig on Saturday.”
That got Blaine’s attention. “My song?”
“Rise…the one you wrote when Dalton burned down.”
Blaine quickly got up, and once the room stopped spinning, he grabbed his jacket. “I’ve got to get back to Sam’s. I need my laptop.”
Sam didn’t like the sound of that. Kurt had been calling Blaine’s phone throughout the evening. He hoped his plan hadn’t been for naught with his best friend wanting to Skype his husband. “Why?”
“My song writing software is on it. I’ve got an idea.”
NOTES:
I read somewhere Klaine’s original “introduction” in the 5 year time jump had Blaine as a Grammy nominated song writer and Kurt with a popular accessories line…no Virgina Wolfe. I went with that narrative.
Season 6 Wedding: Episode 6x08 2/20/2015. However, there was no fear of snow or cold, and that barn was VERY open. This is why I moved the anniversary to April/Spring Break.
Dalton Fire: Episode 6x10 3/10/15. While in canon it was 2 weeks later, I moved it to 1 week.
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I’ve read your other asks on FortPeat shenanigans and frankly I’m simultaneously going 🤭 and 🤦🏻♀️ every time I go to the fortpeat tag (which yes I am following lmao). At first I was hesitant to even go there bc I’m very against actively shipping real people (hearing the horror stories of other bl actors, kpop idols, other celebrities has scarred me). But I’m sorry I’m comfy with my friends but I would never be that comfortable unless I there was something else going on there. Like at this point it really is an open secret. I remember reading a translation where basically MAME or the crew or someone exposed Fort and said that they had to do multiple takes of all the PrapaiSky NC scenes bc Fort would purposely mess them up so they’d have to do extra takes 😭 This poor boy is down bad and I can only hope it’s reciprocated but i honestly have no clue bc from what I can tell Peat is nowhere near as much of an open book as Fort is. This isn’t a dig at either of them, it’s just Fort has a very inner-thoughts-out-where-everyone-can-see-them-and-can’t-help-it face and Peat doesn’t. Regardless, they seem to both be enjoying whatever kind of relationship it is they have and I wish them happiness in the future.
But seriously, how the hell do you go to work knowing that you’re going to be shooting an NC scene with your crush where your mouth is all over his chest all while he is moaning? Fort is so real for that. Like I’d get the script for that and disappear screaming into the forest for a week. And how much was in the actual script and how much was improvised by the two of them? I can’t with these two. I could go on for paragraphs.
-MA
I think this is why like, Fort is a miraculous dog of a human being. Anybody else, realizing they were terminally hot for a coworker, would find the prospect of having to pretend to fuck them would be a living nightmare and I imagine either immediately retreat from society or set themselves on fire or whatever. Fort clearly was like 'HELL YEAH BROTHER' and then proceeded to fuck up his scenes so he could keep pretending to rail his crush on a table. That takes a level of Power of Dumb that puts him in the S tier of himbos, all the more powerful because he's apparently a fucking engineering student so this particular stupidity is a veil of smooth chicken breast brain over the actual folds that contain math and physics.
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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥
Chapter 10
Amaya POV
I walk with the gun pointed in front of me.
The only light is the red emergency neon that giving the corridors a sinister air.
Here below the screams from the upper floors are barely audible.
Sharon walks beside me, the gun ready for use.
All around us only rubble and smoke.
“The prisons are one floor below.The elevators are all gone, we will have to go up the stairs hoping they have withstood the explosions” Sharon informs me.
Her information is short and concise.
Her sense of duty is greater than any other feeling at the moment.
If I had been in her place, I don't know if I could have been so professional.
Collaborating with the woman who not even 48 hours before stole your man requires a great deal of willpower.
"Great" I sigh.
We continue our descent, check every room to make sure they are all safe.
"And I thought you were just Fury's boring and faithful secretary"
I turn to Sharon lifting a corner of my lips.
She continues with her monologue.
"And instead you are a killer, one of the best.Isn't that true Agent Zero?" she asks me.
I check around the corner and see that the passage is free.
"I see you've done your homework Agent Carter"
"The enemy must be studied"
"I'm not the enemy Sharon"
She looks at me with a skeptical expression.
I roll my eyes.
I know it is not the most suitable time but I am sure that such an opportunity will never happen to me again.
I grab her by the arm and stop her, check the room on my right and once I'm sure it's safe I enter dragging her with me.
"Listen to me Sharon, I know this is not the time and maybe it never will be but I wanted to apologize to you" I tell her in one breath.
“I never meant to take James away from you.I was wrong I know but I want you to know that I tried…I really tried to stay away from him.I tried with all of myself”
Sharon continues to remain silent and I take the opportunity to tell her everything that is wearing out my soul.
“I know you will think that I am doing all this to wash my conscience but I assure you that it is not.I have always respected you as a woman.As an agent.I respect your family.Your family is the reason why today I am a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, your family have always been a role model for my parents and for me.I'm sorry.I'm sorry I hurt you in the worst way a woman could be hurt.I hate myself for it but...but I love James.I really love him more than anything else.And I know you still love him too…and I…I don't…”
I run a hand through my hair trying to collect my thoughts.
“I'm sorry Sharon.I know that with my apologies you will wipe your ass off”
I see her giggle a little but as soon as she becomes aware of her peat immediately serious, her hazel gaze hard and sharp.
“I'm not asking for your forgiveness because I know I don't deserve it but I'm asking you to forgive James.Even if you feel hurt and don't believe him, know that you are one of the most important people in his life.You have always been there for him.And even if he doesn't say it so as not to hurt me, I know that he is suffering a lot from the whole situation.God!If he knew what I'm telling you...but it doesn't matter!I am convinced that you must know.He is bad without you.Please, please talk to him”
Sharon's eyes moisten.
I continue undeterred, the minutes are numbered and I have to tell her everything I think.
“If I could go back I would change a lot of things…but I can't…” I sigh wearily
“I just want him to be happy and I feel like shit telling you but he wasn't happy with you.He was suffering.He suffered and no one noticed.You have never noticed"
The woman in front of me looks at me with an unreadable expression on her face, wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and heads for the door.
"We have to go" are the only words that come out of her lips.
I sigh in resignation and return to focus on the mission.
I tried.
I hope someday she and Bucky can clear up.
We leave the semi-destroyed room and set out again along the dark and dusty corridors.
An imperceptible noise draws my attention by putting all my senses on alert.
I reach out my arm in front of Sharon, stopping her path, she looks at me with a questioning look.
I signal her to be quiet and pointing to my ear, I suggest at her to listen carefully.
We remain motionless for about 20 seconds, carefully scrutinizing everything around us.
That noise again.
It sounds like a moan and seems to come from the room to our left.
I nod to Sharon and walk over to her.
"I go forward.Cover my shoulders.And whatever happens go away, don't wait for me” I whisper barely audibly.
She looks at me with a strange expression that I cannot decipher.
She nods and positions herself behind me.
Ironic.
I am trusting her to the point of putting my life in her hands when she would have every right to put a bullet in my head and leave my corpse in this rubble.
Once we approach the entrance to the room where the faint lament seems to come from, we exchange a glance, the first to enter is me.
The room is half destroyed, there is rubble everywhere and half of the ceiling has collapsed.
A little movement catches my attention.
A hand appears from under the rubble of the collapsed ceiling and that faint lament repeats itself.
“Sharon run!I need you!" I yell at the woman who stayed at the door to make sure no one came.
Sharon rushes to me on her knees like I just did.
I grab the hand that comes out of that debris and squeeze it.
My squeeze is reciprocated.
"Take courage we will free you immediately" I say trying to instill some courage in this poor unfortunate.
Let's start digging with our hands, as fast as we can.
In the meantime, I activate my earpiece and try to communicate with my team.
“Steve can you hear me?Sam?James?Can you hear me?"
No reply.
Just a buzz.
"We are too low, there is no coverage here.If I'm not mistaken we should be two floors below ground” Sharon tells me with shortness of breath as she continues to move large chunks of the ceiling.
"Damn!" I swear.
I manage to take off the biggest piece and two big dark eyes that I know so well are staring at me.
"Amaya" she whispers and soon after she starts coughing.
Sharon and I look into each other's eyes and get back to work faster than before.
“Hold on Maria.Hold on" I whisper with my heart beating madly.
Maria Hill is the first friend I've ever had.
She is the only person besides Fury who knows my true identity.
And what seemed to be a simple working relationship over the years has grown into a solid friendship.
We had talked on the phone a few hours earlier.
And now she was buried alive struggling to stay conscious.
“Maria stay with me, ok?Breath slowly.We're almost there, a little longer and you'll be free” I tell her looking into her eyes.
Her face is dirty and full of dust.
There is a cut on her forehead where her blood has already congealed.
"I'm fine Amaya.Don't worry”
Her upper body is free.
Now only a large sheet of metal blocks her legs.
"Can you move your legs Maria?" Sharon asks about her, running a hand over her forehead to wipe away the sweat.
“No, I can't but they hurt so I don't think I have any injuries.I'm just stuck”
When she replies, I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding.
Sharon looks me in the eyes and points her instructions.
“I grab from this side and you stand in front of me.I will count to three and at my three we lift with all the strength we have”
I nod.
"Ok...one, two...three"
On three of her we both leverage our legs and try to lift the heavy metal.
A strangled sound due to the effort comes out of my throat.
The plate lifts about two inches."Maria tries to free you" Sharon murmurs, gritting her teeth with the effort.
Maria, helping herself with her arms, slips her from under the trap.
At the same time, Sharon and I let go of the metal plate that falls to the ground with a deafening noise.
I immediately rush to my friend.
"How are you?Do you think you have something broken?" I ask her.
Maria coughs again and tries to answer me.
"I think...I think..." but she stops because another coughing fit is shaking her.
I look at her in alarm.
When she calms down she tries to speak again.
"No, nothing broken but I'm hurt"
So she saying she lifts her jacket and beneath her a large red stain covers her once immaculate blouse.
I grab the garment and lift it, a fragment of glass protrudes from her side.
Ok, don't panic.
I have to think fast.
But Maria's voice interrupts my thoughts.
“What are you two doing down here?I mean you two together”
I roll my eyes.
She is always the same.
I don't answer her but Sharon does it for me.
“We have to find the Wakandian.Why were you here instead?" Carter asks as she looks carefully at Hill's wound.
“I went down with Rumlow and his men.I stopped at an office to sign documents, and at the first explosion I went back to help the agents go upstairs.
While I was inspecting the last room, the roof collapsed on me"
"You'll be fine Maria.We have faced worse.Do you remember Caracas?" I ask, lifting a corner of my lips.
“Oh Christ.We just survived that mission”
We laugh together.
Then I turn to Sharon.
"Take her upstairs.She needs medical attention immediately” I tell her.
"I'm not leaving you alone" she replies back, looking straight into my eyes.
“And I'm not going to let you kill one of my best friends.You take her upstairs.I have to get to the prisons.I will not be alone, surely there will be Rumlow and other agents under there”
I will not accept any reply to my words.
I stand up dragging Maria with me.
Sharon approaches the two of us and puts an arm around Maria's waist.
She entrusts it to her completely.
"Go" I order.
They both look at me worried.
“I can take care of myself.Go” I insist urgently.
The two women walk slowly and limping towards the door.
"Sharon?" I call her but then I freeze.
What the hell was I going to do?
Was I really going to tell her to relay a message to Bucky?
I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head.
"Be careful" I just tell her.
She looks at me and her words take me completely off guard.
"Don't worry, I'll tell James you're okay and safe"
I look at her with disbelief.
Maria's eyes go back and forth between me and Sharon, her lips curved into a sly smile.
She seems amused by the whole situation.
"Thank you" I murmur about her turning my back and resuming my descent towards the prisons.
I begin to descend the last ladder that will take me to my final destination.
I hit something with my foot and at first I don't understand what it is...then thanks to the red emergency neon lights that flash non-stop I see that it is a corpse.
I observe the weapons he holds in his hands and the black uniform he wears.
He is a member of Rumlow's team.
And he has a bullet in his forehead.
I tighten my grip on my gun and remove the safety.
This is the proof that there are not just friends down there.
I continue slowly, all senses alert.
There is nothing left in my head.
No worries.
In this moment, I am the glacial Agent Zero again.
I continue up the stairs, meeting another dozen corpses on my way.
I arrive in a long corridor, mostly destroyed by the explosions.
I look around.
The cells on my sides are all empty.
On the long floor there are other corpses but this time I don't recognize them.
They wear camouflage and red balaclavas.
They are all dead.
My heart beats furiously in my ears.
Voices come from the last cell on the left.
I sneak up to it.
When I reach the bars of the last cell I barely reach out and what I see makes no sense.
Rumlow is sitting on the floor.
He is clearly wounded in the arm, a large makeshift bandage wraps the injured part.
Standing in front of him is Lucas.
Lucas Scott.
He has his hands turned upwards, as if he were giving up.
From here I can see the strong and firm profile of his jaw.
His blonde hair is covered in dust and blood.
He is more handsome than I remembered.
I watch him carefully and he seems unharmed.
I just need to look a few meters in front of him to see a man, in fact he is just a boy.
He has dark skin and long hair braided behind his neck.
And he's pointing a gun at Lucas.
I have to intervene.
I take two steps, just crawling my feet in order to attract the attention of the Wakandian.
As soon as his gaze lands on me he immediately points the gun at me.
“Don't shoot.Don't shoot.I'm not here to hurt you” I tell him showing him my hands and slowly, very slowly I put my weapon on the floor.
Lucas looks at me with wide eyes.
I approach Rumlow with my hands up.
I kneel beside him and grabbing his wrist I check his pulse.
I sigh of relief.
He is still alive.
His dark eyes slowly open.
"Snow" he croaks at me in a hoarse voice.
"Quiet Brock I'll get you out of here" I whisper.
Only now that I'm close can I see the big gash he has on his thigh.
A belt tightens it to try to slow down the bleeding.
When I'm about to get up he grabs me by the arm.
“I have lost all my men.Everyone…” his words die in his throat.
His red, bloodshot eyes fill with tears.
He may be a jerk but he has always been a good Captain and the loss of his men is always something devastating.
I squeeze his hand which is still resting on my arm.
"It's not your fault" I try to reassure him.
"Now stay down and hold on" I get up and go beside Lucas.
We exchange a quick glance, it's the first time we've seen each other since that night.
Let us turn our attention to the young man in front of us.
His eyes seem haunted, the gun continues to be aimed at us.
"Stay calm.We can help you” I tell him softly.
He laughs, a scary laugh.
He almost seems to be demon-possessed.
“But you already have.Bringing me here.Thanks to your stupidity you have led me where I needed it”
I turn to Lucas without understanding what the boy is saying.
The look of the blonde next to me is as confused as mine.
"What does it mean?" Lucas asks.
“It means that while you are wasting your time here with me other men have managed to get hold of the Vibranium that you had seized from us again.And if we are lucky enough we will also be able to kill T’Challa today"
His eyes light up as if he were a child on Christmas Eve, waiting for his much-desired gifts.
"You still have time" I tell him trying to instill confidence in my words.
“We can really help you.Don't you have a family?Someone waiting for your at home?If you collaborate with us we could make you hug your family again”
A sad smile makes room on the face of the young Wakandian. "I had a family but you took it away from me"
"Us?" I ask disoriented.
“Lagos.My family was in Lagos to help our less fortunate brothers and the Avengers killed them.And what did our King do?Nothing!He was content with the Sokovia Accords.As if that were enough.As if the signatures of a couple of Avengers could ever be enough to erase the spilled blood”
The pain in his words is tangible.
“I can assure you I know what it's like to lose your family.I know how much it hurts and that seeking revenge seems like the best solution but it isn't!Believe me”
I feel Lucas eyes on me.
He knows what I'm talking about and he knows how hard it is for me to talk about it.
The Wakandian smiles in our direction.
“You will not win.Your world will fall apart as it should be.Only then will our revenge be accomplished” he raves about him and after sticking the barrel of the gun into his mouth he shoots himself.
"No!" I scream out loud.
But it's too late now.
The boy lies on the ground with his skull crushed.
"No!Fuck!" I exclaim angrily, running a hand through my hair.
Lucas approaches me.
“It's not your fault Amaya.You couldn't have stopped him.By now he had made the choice of him for some time” he whispers to me, touching my arm.
We remain for a few seconds to observe ourselves.
A whirlwind of emotions stir in my heart.
I would be lying if I said that I did not miss the man in front of me.
Talking to him was one of my favorite things, in the evening on the phone we wasted hours chatting.
With him I was always able to be myself, for better or for worse.
And he has always listened to me without ever judging me.
Instinctively I take a step closer and my arms are raised as if I wanted to hug him but suddenly a frightening noise takes us by surprise.
I crouch with my arms over my head, Lucas immediately lowers himself on me as if to shield me with his body.
We hear Rumlow cursing.
After a few moments we are hit by a cloud of dust.
We all cough convulsively.
I feel Lucas's arms tighten around my shoulders, his warm voice whispers in my ear "Are you okay Amaya?"
I nod my head against his chest, breathing in his sweet scent.
Honey and citrus fruits, sweat and blood.
When the last echo of the collapse dies out around us, we rise with caution.
Lucas moves away from me and without saying a word approaches Rumlow who, unable to move, was only able to crouch more against the wall and shield his head with his arms.
"Are you okay Brock?" he asks with concern.
"Never been better" Brock replies with his usual arrogant frown.
I roll my eyes.
Asshole.
When the dust in the air disperses, we can see the damage.
The ceiling in front of the cell door collapsed.
We're stuck in here.
Fantastic.
I try to contact my team.
I put a hand to my ear activating the earpiece.
“Guys can you hear me?We need help!Steve?Nat?We have a wounded man.Can you hear me?"
"They can't hear you from below" Rumlow murmurs in a faint voice.
"I know!" I sigh full of frustration starting to circle around the cell.
I feel the panic assault me.
Right now I regret not allowing James to follow me.
I need him now.
I sit cross-legged on the ground leaning my head against the wall.
With an involuntary gesture my hand tightens around his tags.
It's like they are my natural sedative, my lucky charm.
I smile silently with my eyes closed thinking about my panties that are currently in Bucky's pocket.
His lucky charm.
His madness is one of the reasons why I am madly in love with him.
I sigh, squeezing the tags even more tightly in my fingers.
I know how important they are to him, they remind him of who he was and who Sergeant Barnes is.
His meaningful gesture left me speechless.
When he slipped off his neck and gave me a sense of warmth he radiated into my heart.
"I'll come back to you, Sergeant" I murmur softly.
I feel a movement next to me, Lucas sat next to me.
He too leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
I look at his profile.
His face is covered in dust, a cut crosses his cheek and another across his forehead.
I touch one wound first and then the other with the tips of my fingers.
"Are you okay Lucas?"
His big blue eyes like the California sky open pointing to mine, he grabs my hand that's still on his face and squeezes it, bringing it to his lips.
"Yes I'm fine"
With a nod of the head I indicate Rumlow.
He has his eyes closed, his face ashen but his chest rises and falls.
Barely.
"And how is he?"
"He has lost a lot of blood" he replies worried.
"I hope they find us as soon as possible"
"They will.I'm sure they are already coming”
I try to reassure him.
My fingers tighten even more around James's tags.
It is now a gesture that I make unconsciously.
Lucas notices this and smiles.
He knows too.
Obviously he knows.
We continue to hold hands each lost in our thoughts.
His thumb continues to caress the back of my hand with small circular movements and I unwittingly relax.
This was one of the reasons I was attracted to him.
Every word or gesture from him calmed me easily.
I turn back to him, slipping my hand out of him, my gesture seems to hurt him but he says nothing.
“Lucas what happened before I arrived.I saw Rumlow's men and who were those men with the red balaclavas?"
I see him sigh.
“We have no idea.Rumlow and I were talking about the Wakandan prisoner when the first explosion occurred and we were surrounded by these men immediately after.There was a very heavy firefight.Brock has lost all of his men.It was horrible but we made it" he stops and his gaze becomes vacant as if he were reliving the horror he had just experienced.
“When you arrived I was trying to get the boy to give up”
Rumlow just moans without opening his eyes.
"I hope the Avengers find us quickly" Lucas murmurs.
I smile thinking of Bucky and Nat giving orders yelling at anyone to move.
"They will come.You can count on this”
Let's remain silent for a few minutes.
"So...it was Sergeant Barnes, huh?"
I lift my legs and hug my knees to my chest.
I know what he is asking me.
He's asking me if I turned him down months ago because of him.
"Yeah" I whisper.
"It was him"
I look down guilty but Lucas crystalline laugh makes me look up quickly at him.
“Everything is fine Amaya.You don't have to feel guilty”
I feel compelled to give him an explanation.
He deserves it.
“Before I joined the Avengers I had a one night stand with James.I never saw him again after that night.But then…then with my arrival in the team everything changed.I tried to let him go but couldn't.He didn't let me"
A corner of my lips lifts up thinking about how despite we tried with all our strength to stay away from each other, in the end our love won just the same.
But my smile dissipates as I think about how many people we have hurt.
“I'm sorry I hurt you Lucas.I should have been honest with you right away”
He watches me silently.
"Right person at the wrong time, remember?"
Lucas uses the words I used for him that night many months ago.
"I still think so, you know?" he says.
We smile at each other.
Lucas is about to tell me something but my attention is captured by something else.
A very faint hum approaches the cell where we got stuck.
I just need to look up and Red Wing is in front of me.
A smile spreads across my face as I turn to Lucas.
“They found us.Hold on Rumlow!" I say addressing the man on the floor who in response barely raises a hand as if to say "Hey I'm here, I'm holding on"
I speak to Sam's precious toy, hoping that he has some sort of audio system.
“Guys if you can hear me we got stuck in the Wakandan's cell.Rumlow is badly injured.Agent Scott and I are fine.But hurry up I don't know how long this place will hold up, half the ceiling has already collapsed and the other half is really unstable"
Red Wing makes a small swinging movement and flies away.
I tightly squeeze the bars of the cell between my fingers.
I raise my face to the crumbling ceiling.
I hope they hurry.
Bucky POV
"Buck there is no one anymore.Now let's let the bomb squad do their job”
Steve is next to me talking to me but I can't pay attention.
My eyes are glued to the spot where Amaya disappeared almost an hour ago.
“Pal I know what you're thinking…you can't go down there.There are unsafe points and the building could collapse"
I look at him with eyes full of desperation.
His hand tightens on my shoulder.
"It will all be fine.Amaya is strong and smart.I'm sure she's fine”
“Captain Rogers we need you” A soldier approaches Steve.
"Go ahead buddy" I tell him continuing to stare into space around me.
I feel him linger with his gaze on my face.
I turn to him with a smile on my face.
"I promise I won't bullshit"
Steve laughs and shakes his head walks away.
I think of Amaya.
What happened to her?
I clench my fists.
I knew I should have gone with her.
Someone approaches me.
“I'm sure she's fine.Do not be afraid”
Of all the people in the world I would never have imagined that she would come to console me.
I turn my face to Sharon.
I observe her delicate features.
Her concern is like a slap in the face.
Despite everything I've done to her, she's here to console me.
I feel like a monster.
"I'm sorry"
I know it sounds pathetic but it's the only thing I can tell her.
She immediately becomes serious.
I think she is about to yell at me a lot of insults and instead she apologizes.
"I'm sorry James"
I look at her open-mouthed unable to formulate any thoughts.
Why is she apologizing?
“Sharon, you have nothing to apologize for.I'm the one who did wrong”
“Not so James.I had understood it.I understood it and I ignored it.I thought that ignoring him the problem would disappear”
I keep looking at her without understanding her words.
“I realized you were unhappy with me James.But I was selfish.I wanted you all to myself”
I see her sigh.
“Instead of understanding why you were unhappy, I pressured you.I forced you to stay with me”
I interrupt her immediately.
“Sharon you didn't force anyone.I was a coward not to tell you about it.I didn't mean to disappoint you, you were one of the first people to believe in me.If today I am a happy man again it is thanks to you”
We smile at each other.
"Can you accept my apologies?" I ask fearfully.
She looks at me intently.
"Only if you accept mine" and so she says she holds out her hand to me.
I accept it and hold it tightly.
Then I draw her towards my body and hold her in a strong hug by wrapping my arms around her neck.
At first she does not reciprocate but then her arms close around my waist, squeezing strongly.
As soon as we part there is a moment of embarrassment and we both turn our gaze in front of us.
“You know I like her.She is strong.She can handle you”
Sharon talks about Amaya looking straight in front of her, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I know all too well" I giggle amused.
“She is strong.Stubborn.She is a pain in the ass but..."
"But you love her"
"Yeah...I love her"
I turn to Sharon.
"I'm sor..."
"Oh my God!" she interrupts me.
"I swear to God that if you're going to apologize again I'll kick your ass"
We burst out laughing together.
Meanwhile Natasha approaches us.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but there are news"
The former Russian spy's gaze sharpens.
"As long as you still care"
So saying she turns her back to me and goes away.
I roll my eyes and smile in the direction of Sharon who walks next to me.
I approach a small emergency station where a PC screen is on display.
It is broadcasting the images captured by Red Wing.
Behind the bars of a cell is my beautiful Amaya.
All my senses go on alert, from grainy images I try to understand if she is hurt.
"Can't this stupid thing convey more clearly?" I ask Sam.
"Hey don't insult Red Wing"
Amaya waves in front of the little drone, she looks like she's talking.
"Are the images live?" Steve asks to Sam.
“No, it's a recording from about a minute ago.I'm trying to recover the audio.Give me a minute”
Sam keeps typing letters over letters, numbers over numbers.
"Ok.Done!We have audio" exclaims Sam enthusiastically.
Just before starting the video again, a noise attracts our attention.
Iron Man descends from the sky joining us.
"What are you doing here Stark?" Steve asks surprised.
Tony takes off the helmet of his armor and stroking his goatee with one hand he answers us.
"As soon as I heard about the attack on the Triskelion I immediately flew"
While he speaks he looks around.
"Where the hell is Amaya?"
It is Sharon who answers him.
"She is in the building.We were about to watch this footage recorded by Sam's drone”
“It's called Red Wing” interrupts Sam.
She rolls her eyes in response.
Sam presses the play button and the video starts.
Amaya is seen behind the bars of a cell, behind her sitting on the floor there seem to be two other people.
Then I can finally hear her voice again.
“Guys if you can hear me we got stuck in the Wakandan's cell.Rumlow is badly injured.Agent Scott and I are fine.But hurry up I don't know how long this place will hold up, half the ceiling has already collapsed and the other half is really unstable"
Red Wing makes a small movement and flies away.
Agent Scott?Lucas Scott?
And Rumlow?
Great.
She is trapped together with two men who have a crush on her.
"I'm going" I say without thinking, turning my back on my friends.
“Woah dude!Hold your horses!The building is unsafe.Where do you think you're going?" Sam is talking.
“What do you want me to do, huh?Should I leave her there?Does not exist!I'm going” I repeat with conviction.
I'm not going to leave her there for a minute longer than necessary.
"Buck!" Steve calls me.
I know that he too wants to make me think but I don't care.
"Wait!I'm coming with you”
I'm surprised by his words.
"What?" Sam and Nat exclaim in unison.
Steve turns to his girlfriend.
“Listen baby.I know it could be dangerous but we can't wait for the bomb squad to secure the building.It might be too late”
I nod at his words.
Steve hit the spot exactly.
The longer we wait, the more we risk the worst.
"Count on me"
I turn to the man who spoke.
“Are you sure Tony?It could be dangerous"
"She is only a kid!She needs us now!”
I nod at his words.
Steve, Tony and I look into each other's eyes and with a nod of the head I tell him to follow me.
In front of the entrance we are blocked by some soldiers.
"Captain Rogers it could be dangerous" a man replies after listening to our intentions.
"Son are you wasting our time"
So saying Tony pushes the man aside and makes his way.
"So you want to follow me?" echoes Tony.
We walk inwards and begin to go down the stairs.
Arriving at the last flight of stairs, dozens of corpses are spilled all over the floor.
Men of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other men with covered faces.
As soon as we arrive in the long corridor lined with cells I call her name.
"Amaya?Amaya I'm here!"
“James!James babe!"
At the sound of her voice my heart quickens his beat and I rush towards her.
I climb over lifeless bodies and debris until I reach the cell where she is imprisoned with the others.
The exit is blocked by large pieces of ceiling, stones and sheets to obstruct the passage.
And here it is my little robin.
She is covered in dust.
Her little hands are wrapped around the cell's metal bars.
I rush towards her, grabbing her face in my hands.
“I'm here doll.I will get you out of here don't worry!”
I kiss her not giving a damn about everything and everyone.
Tony and Steve join me.
I reserve my attention to Agent Scott who is now approaching behind Amaya.
"Rumlow has lost too much blood" he informs me, turning his gaze to the man on the ground.
Rumlow is almost lifeless, we have to hurry.
Some rubble falls on our heads.
“Friday just checked the stability of this place.It will collapse shortly.We don't have time to clear the exit" Tony informs us trying to remain calm but without success.
I can feel the panic in his voice.
"Get away" I suggest to Amaya.
She takes a few steps back until she joins Agent Charming.
"What are your intentions, babe?" she asks suspiciously.
"You just stay back" I tell her again.
I grab two bars and shoot with all my strength.
I want to try to create a gap in the bars to get them out.
I pull so hard that my Vibranium arm creaks as if the components are about to come off.
But I do not care.
I keep shooting non-stop.
Steve stands by my side, he grabs the bar in my right hand.
"I pull this one, you keep pulling the other one in the opposite direction"
Tony approaches the cell grabbing Rumlow's arm.
"The pulse is weak we must hurry" he looks at us urgently.
“If I used my repulsors I could cut the bars in an instant” he suggests.
"But you would risk hitting a few pillars and everything would collapse instantly" says Steve with a tight voice from the effort.
"I know" Stark nods disconsolately.
The bars begin to bend.
"Come on man!Here we are...we are almost there” I gasp from the effort.
After a few moments the bars bend and we manage to enter the cell.
Amaya immediately throws herself into my arms pressing her lips to mine.
I hold her so tightly that I could suffocate her but I don't care.
And it doesn't seem to matter to her either.
Steve and Tony approach Rumlow grabbing him by the arms and lifting him off the floor.
Rumlow opens his eyes, they are glassy and bloodshot.
I don't think he realizes what's going on.
"We have to go, quick!" I urge my teammates to get moving.
We walk quickly towards the exit.
Lily follows me keeping her fingers tight around mine, she squeezes as if she is afraid of losing me.
I just turn to her.
"C'mon doll.We are almost there.Are you all right back there?" I ask.
“Yeah!It's all as beautiful as a walk in the park” mumbles Tony as he and Steve drag a half-knowing Rumlow.
Lucas closes the line.
Arriving in the lobby of the Triskelion we all breathe a sigh of relief.
A team of paramedics comes immediately to meet us, they grab Rumlow and after loading him on a stretcher they carry him away at the speed of light.
Natasha runs up to us, literally snatching Amaya from my hands.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" she asks her.
In her voice I can feel an excited tremble.
The two redheads in front of me really love each other, they are more like sisters than friends.
Kind of like me and Steve.
“Yeah bitch!I told you I'm hard to die" Amaya chuckles in response.
Typical of her.
Use sarcasm when she feels overwhelmed by emotions.
And Natasha knows this so she hugs her even tighter and whispers something in her ear.
A moment later Amaya is sobbing in her arms.
I just go over to leave her a kiss on the head.
“You are in good hands my beautiful robin.I'm going to talk to Steve and the others, you take all the time you need" I whisper close to her ear.
She nods without taking her face off Natasha's chest.
I walk away and look at her while Nat continues to whisper something to her ear and pets her hair.
I get closer to others.
Sam is asking Agent Scott something.
“It was a massacre.If it wasn't for Brock I don't know if I would still be alive” Lucas replies.
"Who updates me?" I ask without addressing anyone in particular.
“I'll give you the short version Barnes.We're in shit" Tony replies, then nodding his head to where Amaya is, he asks me "How's the kid?"
"She's a little shaken but she'll be fine" I reply.
Lucas steps in.
“She feels guilty about the death of the prisoner.She saw him shoot himself in the mouth.She believes she could have done more"
I look at him with a raised eyebrow but he doesn't let my gaze intimidate him.
"Problems Barnes?"
"Do you have problems Scott?"
"Look, you're not the only one who knows Amaya..."
I don't let him finish the sentence because I come dangerously close to him.
Our faces are inches apart.
“Choose your next words very carefully Agent Blondie because it's my girlfriend you're talking about”
Scott looks at me with a sly smile and I want to punch him.
Steve walks up to me putting his hand on my chest.
"Easy man" he warns me.
Tony, on the other hand, laughs amused.
"Gentlemen as much as your little theater tempts me at the moment we have bigger problems"
"We need to talk but we need a safe place" Steve murmurs thoughtfully.
"My home.A few miles from here is my apartment.It's a safe place”
Meanwhile, Amaya and Natasha join us.
Tony puts his arm around my girlfriend's shoulders and kisses her head.
"Are you okay kid?"
She nods giving him a sweet smile then her gaze, for a split second, rests on Lucas's.
It is a fleeting glance but full of some feeling that I cannot understand.
Does she still have feelings for him?
I shake my head trying to push these uncomfortable thoughts away.
Twenty minutes later we're all crammed into Sam's small kitchen.
Tony and Steve are one next to the cave, both are leaning against the kitchen counter.
Sam and Lucas are seated at the table while Amaya and Natasha are seated directly across from the two men.
I am standing with my back to the wall and my gaze fixed on Agent Scott.
His gaze falls too often on my little robin.
“To recap” murmurs Iron Man “It was all studied.But why did the prisoner want to come to America?That is, they could destroy the Triskelion and steal the Vibranium even without his presence"
"But his presence served to attract us and T’Challa.A great way to eliminate multiple targets at once” Amaya replies.
"This makes sense" replies Sam.
Steve sighs.
"They've failed at this but they've got all the vibranium again...and that's absolutely no good"
Steve is right.
They failed to kill us but recovered their booty.
“Not forgetting that they had time to plant the explosives.This means that the mole is someone very close to us.Someone who followed the plan step by step” reflect Sam aloud.
Shit.We are in shit.
“We will need all the video surveillance footage from the Triskelion.Tony, could you also send us all the images of the various security cameras around the area?Let's say within 500 meters?" Natasha asks.
Tony nods.
“Well” the redhead resumes looking at Amaya.
“You and I have a long job to do.Are you ready?"
“I was born ready”
The two women smile at each other.
“I'll investigate those men in the red balaclavas.As soon as I have news, I'll get in touch with you” Lucas speaks to Steve.
Great.
We now work in the same team.
"Perfect tomorrow we'll start digging into this whole thing and..." but Tony stop talking because his phone starts ringing.
He answers and after muttering some "ok" and some "good" he ends the call.
"It was Agent Carter.Maria Hill and Rumlow are fine.They are out of danger and will recover.T’Challa is safe, she is on a return flight to Wakanda" Tony updates us.
Amaya sighs in relief.
Then her gaze turns to Tony.
"Is your phone safe?" she asks him.
"Sure" Tony replies almost offended by such a question.
Amaya continues to stare at him.
"What?" Tony asks.
“I would need it”
Tony hands her his phone muttering “A please would be appreciated.These kids today are too rude"
Amaya rolls her eyes as she grabs the phone from Tony's hands, she leaves him a kiss on his cheek as she walks past him and she heads to another room.
Automatically I follow her but I freeze on the threshold of the door when I realize that I don't know if she wants me to know who she is calling.
I start to go back but her sweet voice calls me.
"James?You come in and close the door” she whispers.
I look around.
We are in a bedroom, the walls are covered with photos of two beautiful children.
I observe them rapt.
“They are Sam's grandchildren” Amaya explains to me as she hugs me from behind.
I turn to her and grabbing her hand I go to the bed and sit on top of it making her sit on my lap.
Amaya's hot and sensual lips rest on mine.
At first it is a light kiss, just a touch of lips but then it gradually becomes more and more understood.
My tongue invades her mouth as her arms close around my neck.
We only detach when it's time to catch our breath.
Her forehead rests on mine.
She then kisses the tip of my nose and while sitting in my arms she dials a number on the phone keypad and she holds it to her ear.
After a few moments a male voice answers her.
He's Fury.
Of course she called him.
They just exchange a couple of information and say goodbye quickly.
She snuggles up to my chest and sighs.
I kiss the top of her head and we remain in silence enjoying each other's presence.
"Sharon and I have clarified" I begin.
"I'm really happy babe"
I feel her smile on my chest.
"Why do I get the impression that it is your robin?"
"Me?I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Sergeant”
We both laugh when a soft knock on the door catches our attention.
"I hope you two aren't having sex in my house" Sam exclaims as he opens the door.
Amaya laughs heartily and Sam enter in the room sitting next to us.
“Tony, Steve and Nat have left.Unfortunately the house is small and they went to sleep in the hotel which is a few blocks away.Agent Scott will sleep on the sofa.You two can stay here if you want”
“Will Mister Perfection really sleep here?Nice friend you are!" I interrupt what I thought was one of my best friends.
Traitor.
Host him as if he wasn't my enemy!
Amaya nudges me in the stomach so hard that my breath hisses out.
“Thanks Sam.Thanks Sam you idiot!” and so saying she gives me a second elbow in my stomach.
“Ouch…yeah…thanks Sam.You are a true friend” I whisper under my breath.
Sam laughs.
"C'mon dude!That man went through hell today, he saw a dozen colleagues die...I didn't feel like sending him away" he explains, turning a look at me in search of understanding.
Right now I would punch him in the face I swear.
“Thanks Sam, you were really kind to host him” Amaya thanks Sam all too kindly for his gesture.
Are she really that excited about spending the night under the same roof as Lucas?
Sam stands up leaving a kiss on my girlfriend's cheek.
"Don't worry Amaya, it's nothing.Goodnight.Night Buck”
“Goodnight” we reply at the same time.
Once we are left alone Amaya gets up and goes to the bathroom we have in the room.
"I need a shower" she tells me stretching her arms upwards making her back bones crack.
"Go ahead.I'll wait here" I reply irritably.
I'm still thinking about the idiot who will sleep on the sofa tonight.
I see her hesitating at the door.
"What?" I ask confused.
"I was thinking...I was thinking if you would like to enjoy me in the shower" she whispers sensually opening the zip of her leather suit sliding it down her shoulders.
She is left topless with only my tags idly falling on it.
She finishes taking it off, remaining only with a pair of plain black panties in front of my eyes.
She undoes her bun and keeps looking at me biting her lip.
"Didn't you say we weren't suitable for sex in confined spaces?" I tease her by quoting the same words as her.
"Maybe the shower here is bigger...but quiet if you don't feel like I can go over there and ask Lucas"
A growl of possession resounds in my chest and getting up like a fury I go towards her.
I grab her by the neck and kiss her almost nastily.
I bite her lips until I hurt her, until I feel the taste of blood on my tongue.
"Don’t mess with me doll" I whisper on her lips, kissing her again forcefully.
I tear off her panties making her jump and taking her in my arms I drag her with me into the shower.
I undress with dry and determined movements continuing to kiss her, our tongues continue to dance together sensually.
Amaya moans eagerly in my mouth as her hand tightens around my erection.
I remove her hands abruptly and grabbing both of her wrists I only whisper a word in her ear.
"Kneel"
She obeys me instantly.
"Yes sir"
Good girl.
I grab her hair and bend her head behind and then I bend down on her and spit in her mouth.
"Swallow my little whore"
She does it while continuing to look at me with adoring eyes.
God how much I love this woman.
I love her so much that I feel my heart hurt.
Her little hands claw my thighs and her face gets closer and closer to my dick.
After a few moments her lips wrap around my tip, teasing it with her tongue.
I throw my head behind, moaning silently, bringing my hands between her silky red hair.
I push a few locks away from her face to be able to observe her in all the magnificence of her while her sinful mouth takes care of me.
“Touch yourself for me my little robin” I urge her with shortness of breath.
She puts her hand on her sex and with her fingertips begins to tease her clit.
She purrs while she continues to please me with her mouth.
"Cum with me doll" I hiss as I push her head faster, my cock moves in and out mercilessly from her mouth.
I cum on her lips, on her breasts.
I open the water which immediately washes my semen away from her body.
She lifts and fastens her arms around my neck.
"I love you James"
"I love you too" I answer her by grabbing her thigh, bringing it to my side and with a single movement I enter her.
I start fucking her mercilessly.
She is mine.
And she will always be mine.
"You're only mine right?" I ask her in an angry voice, looking for confirmation.
"Yes sir" she gasps in my ear between one moan and another.
I grab her other leg and lift her up in my arms, her hands clutching strands of my wet hair.
I place my lips in the curve of her neck, kissing her softly.
"You are only mine right?You only love me right?"
This time in my voice there is no trace of the Dom that is in me, there is only desperation.
A pathetic desperation.
Amaya senses the change of course of my feelings and her sweet gaze lands on mine.
"I'll always be yours James"
"So the man over there...you don't feel anything for him, do you?" I lower my eyes, avoiding her gaze.
I also stop penetrating her.
I simply hold her in my arms while remaining firm inside her body.
"James?James please look at me”
I surrender to her sweet will by looking up at her.
Her hands caress my face with such a sweetness that my soul vibrates.
"You are the only man I want.You are the only one I want.I love you and thanks to your love I feel that I am coming back to life.You saved my life babe”
I hold her tight and start moving again.
But this time I do it slowly.
The urgency and the anger I felt before seem to have disappeared thanks to her words.
Now we are just a man and a woman who sweetly make love.
We cum together tightly in each other's arms.
“I love you Amaya.I love you more than anything in this world"
We get out of the shower and after drying ourselves we lie down on the bed.
Amaya snuggles into my arms, our legs are entwined.
Our breaths mix with each other in a last sweet kiss before abandoning us to sleep.
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We all love Shen Wei’s super-romantic wrapper-holding pendant, but we’re all in agreement that it’s pretty silly-looking, right? Teleport back in time and give your twelve-year-old self the money and opportunity to buy one of these from that store in the mall with the replica katanas. Your twelve-year-old self would not hesitate.
Maybe my favorite thing about it is how it’s not a locket. It is not an object made so you can open it, insert something, close it, and then remove that something again later. It is a solid acrylic sphere cut in half, then rubber-cemented back together. And honestly? If you’re trying to preserve something as delicate as a sucker wrapper for ten thousand years, probably the only way to do it is to hermetically seal it. It’s either that or a peat bog.
You can buy cosplay versions of the necklace, complete with the embedded wrapper. I don’t think they look nearly as good, though, in part because the material is so much clearer than Shen Wei’s actual necklace. With the actual prop, you can see something is in there, but it’s not clear what until the dramatic reveal. The cosplay necklace makes the wrapper unmissable, and the overall effect is a little unwieldy.
The production still introduces two interesting pieces of information. The first is that the necklace is adjustable! It has the thick black cord, which is the part visible when he’s wearing it, but it also seems to have a thinner cord with a metal slider. It does, in fact, change lengths at different points in the show, so it’s kind of nice to know that they’re not just putting it on different chains to get it in the right shot -- Shen Wei had the foresight to get something that can work with every outfit.
The second is that the original version of necklace seems to have been ... white? Pearly, milky white? No, I have to end this post before I make a jizz joke. Shit. Too late. I’m sorry, I’m trying to delete it.
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Hi! Sorry to bug you, but I'm curious about something. Do you think fortpeat are romantically involved? I'm sort of new to the fandom and I've observed them a bit and I wonder lol Although Peat seems to not like public PDA too much, but I think he's joking when he brushes off Fort a bit? lol Again sorry to bug you, but I'm not sure if many people think like I do about this topic.
Hello Anon.
I probably going to be hated for this opinion but no I don't think FortPeat are romantically involved. But if they are together in a relationship then that's great for them. I wish them all the happiness in the world.
But mostly I think after LITA ended we just saw an extension of the characters they played for a few months. But now we are seeing the real FortPeat the way they are as friends.
I think Peat is just naturally reserved and he had admitted to being shy in the past so I think he just more introverted. Fort is the complete opposite which probably makes Peat look more reserved then he actually is. Fort is all out there in touching Peat any way he can because that is just the way he is, he seems to be naturally touchy as a person.
I do think Peat has become a lot more confident now compared to back in December or January and it's probably Fort's influence. Also Peat loves to tease Fort a lot which he does by brushing him off when Fort flirts with him or whatever it is he is doing. They love to joke around and bicker with each other and it's great to see it.
I hope that answered your question.
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19 “sea change” for Vito or any Mafia II character
Send me a number and I'll write a micro-story using the word or phrase!
(This turned out to be WAY longer than I anticipated, sorry about that lmaooo. Also heads up, there's a bit of a gore warning!!!!)
The waves that extend past the diluted horizon are eerily languid and thick like ink. Their moonlight-shimmer reflects in the bottle of whiskey that has grown slippery in Vito's palms. Its taste is smoky and antiseptic; like the smell of an open field of groaning soldiers on their cotton sheets over lumpy soil, only given to them to mimic a proper hospital bed.
The whiskey must be peated, probably Irish. He turns the bottle over in his hands, hunches his back further, and squints to read the label in the dimness of this late night or early morning. It doesn't matter. Not really. Little distractions, very minuscule ones like this, have been occupying his mind every couple of minutes for the past few hours to distract him from why he can't seem to get off of this dock.
All of the bodies are scattered about behind him, around the loading areas leading into the main warehouse where Derek used to sit on his ass all day. They've probably begun to smell, Vito thinks, like rot and metallic sulfur. All of those bodies...they've probably begun to stiffen in their dark, dry blood. He could very well be in their places right now instead of perched on this red cedar dock, legs crossed and feet tucked underneath his thighs.
The tide has grown in the hours he's been out here and its threats to soak him with each minute that passes only become very real possibilities. Although he dreads the thought of getting his car seats wet and feeling that squelch under his feet when he walks or steps on the pedals, the idea that he could be clean is one that he wants to revel in. The ocean's icy and salty water will break down the dried blood on his skin and clothes and carry it out far beyond where he can see. And as the water rises, he'll take a big breath before it engulfs him entirely and he is scrubbed anew.
Are you going to submit to him as your king and serve him to the end of your days?
He can see his mother, head to toe in white and curled hair bobby-pinned back. Through clouded eyes, her smile is strained. Vito returns the puffed cheeks and crinkled eyes the best he can as his hands wriggle and legs begin to shake under his own weight. She laid his ironed suit out on his bed this morning and twisted his tie into a pompous perfection. She combed his hair and dusted his shoulders, tied his shoes and kissed his cheeks. She wants this more than he does.
Do you renounce Satan?
His own stench is almost as bad as what lies behind him. He rests the bottle of whiskey in his lap before lowering both hands into the sea. It's even colder than he expected and it tenses his nerves into tight, scratchy rope. His fingers bend and rub against his palms and although he can't see much of anything, he can feel a slickness leave his skin and disperse into nothing. He sheds himself of this slowly, as though his hands belong to a man older and more careful than himself. Eyelids now closed with enough pressure to pop his eyeballs, his lungs fill to their brim again.
Rot. Rot. Rot.
His arms are stinging. They feel like they're on fire.
Vito jumps to his feet too quickly. His head pounds and his balance can no longer be considered a working sense. But he spreads his arms out in an attempt to stay where he is instead of face-down in the water. After he reminds himself of the feeling in his toes to his fingers, he walks to his car. Under its dome light, his arms are lined with thin lines and tiny drops of red. Under his own nails, the same color is there.
He drives back to Joe's.
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I posted 1,110 times in 2022
That's 1,097 more posts than 2021!
403 posts created (36%)
707 posts reblogged (64%)
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I tagged 351 of my posts in 2022
#kinnporsche the series - 113 posts
#ghost - 64 posts
#the band ghost - 59 posts
#vegaspete - 52 posts
#impera - 34 posts
#kimchay - 33 posts
#kinnporsche - 31 posts
#nameless ghouls - 26 posts
#imperatour - 26 posts
#stray kids - 24 posts
Longest Tag: 92 characters
#because there’s no fucking way he would entrust kinn’s safety with anyone other than himself
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Rain went from “I don’t want you to race that guy” to “KICK HIS ASS BABE, FUCK HIM UP, MAKE HIM SORRY FOR HIS OWN EXISTENCE!” real quick.
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#4
At the people saying that Kim wasn’t supposed to cry and that it was just Jeff being very in character:
ALL THE MORE REASON TO LEAVE IT IN!!!!! I WANT THE ROBOT BROTHER TO SHOW EMOTION!!!!!! I WANT HIM TO SHOW REGRET FOR HIS ACTIONS!!!! I WANT HIM TO MOURN THE LOSS OF A RELATIONSHIP HE WOULDN’T EVEN LET FLOURISH IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!! I WANT TO SEE HIM REALIZE THAT HE FUCKED UP BIG TIME!!!!!
And Jeff portrayed that perfectly goddamnit! The film crew fucking applauded him!!!
Like, I get where you’re coming from but I stand by my decision.
We were fucking robbed.
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#3
Ngl, one reason I’m really excited for PrapaiSky eps to start is because I can’t wait for Boss and Noeul to give Fort and Peat the same amount of shit over their NC scenes as Fort and Peat have given them. The tables will turn and it’s gonna be hilarious!!!!
207 notes - Posted September 28, 2022
#2
Considering the number of Thai actors I follow, I don’t consider the names Choco and Milk to be weird names for humans anymore.
Yes I know it’s a kdrama.
After knowing that there’s a Gun, Boat, Book, multiple Earths Firsts and Perths, a Bible, a Build, a Barcode, I don’t consider random words as names to be odd anymore.
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My #1 post of 2022
Porsche: What I want is for you to get a degree and make a good life for yourself.
Chay: *proceeds to unintentionally follow his brother’s footsteps and get his very own mafia boyfriend from the same mafia family* “This is what you really meant, right?”
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Alrighty tungle, here’s another poem I’m throwing in my upcoming chapbook
Hide and Seek
If I look you up now I find all I need to know. Google provides photos, links, articles. You’re a lawyer now, in Australia. It sounds like the punchline to a joke.
If you look me up now, what would you find? It depends on who you search I suppose. I’ve been so many different people and only scraps of evidence that they ever existed remain.
I read the things you’ve written now, a man and not a boy. It’s sleight of hand; you jumble your million dollar worlds, tying your tongue into knots no fingers could undo after this many years of fumbling and backtracking. If you keep tangling and talking fast enough maybe no one will notice what you’re saying doesn’t actually mean anything at all.
What would you say if you read what I wrote now? Could you even bear to look at its oozing surface except through gaps in fingers, peeking like a child? It’s bloodied, pulpy surface pulses and throbs under scrutiny, my words look like they’ve been run through a meat grinder several hundred times.
I see your life now. You’re married to a woman. What more can I say except that she’s a woman since she has no other defining characteristics. Weird guys always go for average women in the end they say, it’s easier to project your fantasy on someone who’s a blank slate. But maybe she isn’t as empty of a vessel as you’d like to believe. Inside, her soul might be screaming and pounding at the walls of the prison she made for herself, the prison she made her body and heart and mind because society told her to make herself invisible so men like you could consume her. I hope she breaks out one day.
What would you see if you saw my lover now? They are world weathered in the way you used to pretend to be. What could a 19 year old boy sitting atop an ivory tower know about pain? Could he know what it’s like to live defiantly in the face of a world who won’t acknowledge what you are? No. They have a darkness in them that may taste bitter to some, but then so does a fine whiskey. I taste smoke and earth and peat as they feed me their soul through open mouth kisses. Could a man like you, sitting atop a mountain of gold and ignorance ever satisfy a refined pallet? No. They are bold in ways you’ll never comprehend. They know life, they’ve tasted it’s poison and come back for more, a handsome Lazarus, living and dying and living again. And they could kick your sorry ass.
What do you do to refill your cup? Who’s to say these days. Maybe it’s the same as it was when we were young. You go skiing at a members only lodge in Vermont. You travel to Europe for a quick weekend getaway. You spend your sodden spring wandering out in the ankle deep mud of your family’s many ancestral acres. You summer in elba when you have your heart broken, the worlds most expensive temper tantrum. Even Napoleon had the self respect to pick up and leave before daddy ordered him to come home.
It would be a lie if I told you that everything I did fed my soul. I take the train. I clean my apartment with the windows that let in the bite of winter. I pull my rumpled laundry out of my broken dryer. I spent hours sifting through the dirt to find another shitty job that doesn’t pay me enough to live, since I deserve to spent my whole life suffering for not having a college degree. I take them up in my hands like a lump of clay and squish them down as hard as I can until they transform. I watch my friends tell secrets on stage to hundreds of people. They scream without making a sound, they tear their former selves to shreds. They change in front of our very eyes, rising from their old skin, raw and new. I open my hands and the lump of clay has turned into a diamond. I’d say that’s worth it all, don’t you?
If you looked me up now, you’d never find me. I’ve hidden myself well, deep in the chasms of the earth. No matter how desperately you claw at me you’ll never dig me out. It took me so long to sew up the wounds you left as you sunk your silvery teeth into my flesh the last time we met, I’ll never let you get another taste. They say the things that hurt us loom larger than life, and seeing them again makes them small. Your shiny fangs and dark, wet maw have lost their sheen, tarnished by time. You could never find me now, you wouldn’t even know where to look. The best you can manage is the trail of breadcrumbs that ends abruptly where my real life begins.
If you saw me now, how long would you be able to stare? Cover your face with your hands, shield yourself with your arms against me. Behold me and blind yourself. I burn brighter than any star. All you can see now are the scorch marks.
#i have another one but I do t think tungle is ready to hear my scathing criticism of classism in musical theatre#bird boy writes#and yes a house is not a heart is going in the book too don’t worry
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Fwiw, The Eclipse was what got me into gmmtv! I will say that it is a highschool setting, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless bc it's got a bit of those "boarding school" vibes even though it's not truly that. Not to mention if you enjoy FK, they're absolutely phenomenal in the show. The plot was great until the last couple eps where it suffered a bit, but the FK chemistry alone CARRIED that show soo well. One look between them had so much. Plus the side pairing was also easy to get invested in!
Pt 2 of The Eclipse rec (sorry for rambling haha) but wanted to add, I watched 2gether & just couldn't get into it bc I struggled with the main characters chemistry and some of the acting. But none of those issues there with Eclipse! F&K are incredible talents and have a lot of awesome range. Plus having seen First in Not Me, it's wild how different his character is in eclipse but he still does so well! Plus the show covers a lot of themes about mental health, grief, class diff, etc.
Babydoll never apologize for rambling my ask box is open for a reason
I'll admit, I'm not a huge~~ fan of GMMTV shows like they're getting better, they're doing more and taking more risks and I'm hella happy for them. I'm def checking out Midnight Museum b/c supernatural horror is my fucking shit that hits every hot point I have I've watched some other GMMTV shows and they just....didn't hit for me.
2Gether was booooooooring it was so boring, the actor who played Sarawat couldn't act lord have mercy I'm sorry to that man but he couldn't he was so stiff I was like somebody lube up his face and joints a bit also the plot broke my brain like Tine just fucking tell Green you don't like him or don't wanna date him and if he keeps pressuring you report his ass to your uni dean like my god you couldn't find ONE girl to pretend to be your girlfriend ugggh so dumb and his friends were so ANNOYING anyways
I did love First in Not Me, and you bring up a reason why I like First in general; he's had a lot of screen partners (romantic ones) and that's only helped his acting imo. To the surprise of no one who's been following my blog for a minute I do not like Acting Pairs (I refuse to call them ships they're coworkers). Don't get me wrong I like different APs like I'm ready to see Nouel and Boss in another series together I freaking loved them as Rain and Payu it'd be dope.
BUT I'd 1000% be down to see Nouel and Peat in a series together as romantic leads too. And Boss/Fort too because why not?? Why not??? They all have great chemistry together let's mix things up! I've said for a while now I'd love to see Apo and Bible in a series together b/c they have awesome chemistry and they're both strong actors so why not?? I find it limiting to both the actors and the audience to constantly restrain them under strict Acting Pairs.
I saw someone on twitter say they thought they could never ship Perth (of SaintPerth fame) with someone else again but now they could and that's just bonkers thinking to me idk idk ANYWAYS
I guess I gotta give The Eclipse a try if only for First and Khao b/c I do like them individually and I just gotta ignore the knee shorts as ridiculous as they look. The show sounds pretty good conceptually ugggh it's on the list but my god high school settings First can't even pass for a high school my god lmao
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So in regards to FortPeat it is quite obvious how much Fort likes Peat because of how loudly he loves. He loves so loudly to his friends and family and Peat is included. Peat however is much more subdued about his love and it isn't as obvious how much he appreciates Fort. So my question is
What are some of your favorite FortPeat moments that center around Peat being the one to show love to Fort?
Hey Nonnie ❤️☺️
Yes it is indeed obvious how much Fort loves Peat, it's shown in every action of Fort coz that's who he is. Fort is someone who would scream about his love at the rooftops in the middle of night. But Peat, his love is equally beautiful it might not be "shouting across the rooftop" kind but still it is loud and obvious if one chose to hear and see it. You just have to know where to look. The way people love is different, it's what makes them unique. And if Peat didn't love Fort as much as Fort loves him then they wouldn't be having the kind of beautiful mature relationship that we see every single day.
"it isn't as obvious how much he appreciates Fort" - sorry Nonnie I have to disagree with you there. It is very much obvious. Peat is quite literally Fort's anchor in fact they are each other's anchors. The way he supports Fort through everything (top example: Fort's brand TROFI launching, Peat has been there since the beginning by Forts side be it his model or Forts sounding board or by Forts side for the TROFI launching live. Fort is the only who who Peat teases the most, he shares this food (his most precious thing) with Fort even if Fort doesn't ask him to, Peat literally said in one of the interviews from their shoots that hr misses Fort whenever he has a solo event (his words - "it's like I am missing something" ).
The way I see it (of course this can change for many people but it's my perspective of their relationship) Fort and Peat reminds me of the Sun and the Moon. They both need each other. Do they need the other to live. No. But they are their best version because they found each other. They inspire each other to be the best version - Fort encouraging Peat since the beginning to be confident in his singing and Peat encouraging Fort to let go of certain things and to enjoy the moment. It's in all the little things.
(Iam gonna post a beautiful quote about it that I discovered a while back which reminded me of them)
Now on to Fortpeat moments where Peat being extra obvious well like I said you just have to look for it.
(sorry I get quite emotional when talking about them) 😭😭
#love in the air#fortpeat#fort thitipong#lita cast#asks are always appreciated#just fortpeat being fortpeat
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