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c4x19 47 seconds

The protest bomb ep

heck yeah! Let's go protestors! Mum & lil bro thought this was an episode of Arrow at first

She's lucky there are no swears

Cool how he kno-- wait ringo was the drummer for the beatles, not this guy's name

She got anxious there bc the filming was just a bit later than she expected bc of the drummer

heck yeah!

FUCK NO

Love how the camera one was shocked for a sec but immediately started filming again

"if you've just tuned in" girl it has been like three seconds since the explosion & six seconds since you went live

Ah, her face, she did not expect people to be injured

Oof all these injured people here.

wait is that the mime? Poor fellow there.

there is still fire here?

five dead is a LOT... 28 injured, depending how bad they might still die. Why was it so bright earlier & now so dark?

Good on her, no comment, deal with press relations

Did she somewho she recognized?

Ooh the music today.

She actually listens to someone tell her she, nypd, is not allowed to enter the crime scene, which is under control of the fbi? Wowie.

I hope they get both lanie & perlmutter (& possibly slaughter's mortician girl & alexis) here looking at bodies.

Castle looks so shocked & sad.

Ok on the outfits, castle is wearing typical castle garb & looks hot as always, beckett has a nice grey turtleneck, ryan & esposito have coats & I can't see them v well rn but I like their coats & outfits rn so yeah. grey detective-looking jacket for ryan, black collar-up for espt it looks like. I'll give another update later.

Could still be a suicide bomber but with like a briefcase bomb not a vest bomb. Also who is your medic friend? I need character names & faces!

VG, someone whom I actually respect: Listen up, people! We're still piecing together what happened here, but what I can tell you – FBI and Homeland Security will be taking point on this investigation. [Beckett looks disappointed & esposito & ryan kind of follow suit.] NYPD will act in a support capacity. Our first assignment is to determine if any of the victims were targeted because of their involvement in the protest. Uniforms are bringing families to the precinct as we speak, so…let's go hold some hands and do our jobs.

"To sin by silence when we should protest makes…cowards of men."

Heck man, look at ryan's jacket! Squares!

Dang, they were tourists..? That's honestly rly sad. & they were planning on starting a family...

[04:03, INT. PRECINCT, BREAK ROOM - DAY]

[Castle stares out the window ((btw wearing a leather dress jacket)); Beckett approaches him from behind.] ((he is not interviewing anyone, he is not excited over the case... this is something))

KB: You good?

RC: Yeah. Yeah, it's just this case, you know? It kind of gets to you. How'd it go with the rest of the families?

KB: Um, one victim was the first kid in his family to go to college, and the other was a mother of two, so… about like you'd expect. No one seems to have been targeted, though. ((How many people? We have the recruiter, the tourist, the college student, & the mom. that is only 4, who is the other dead victim?))

RC: So their deaths were random. You know, most of our victims they…they die for a reason. You know, there's a logic behind it. It's a twisted logic at times, but…at least it makes some kind of sense.

KB: Yeah, but in this case, these people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

RC: And their future and all their plans, everything is just gone in a flash. ((pUNintended))

[Beckett and Castle gaze at one another.]

KB: It makes you think about all those things in your own life that you don't want to put off anymore.

[Castle's mouth opens as he takes Beckett's meaning. Esposito enters, interrupting their confession of love.]

he says "troops" & I thought that was a colloquial term, just smth he said abt ppl congregating, but it could be actually the term for them.

I love how they show a clip of the bomb going off there. Good choice by the editor or whoever made that choice. I can't see it v well though & Ithought slowing it down I might be able to see more of it

OK SO: the reason I got into unus annus was bc during the protests in what, april, possibly may of 2020, I saw protest information including what it was like to get pepper sprayed, I saw the unus annus pepper spray video. Pepper spray sucks. They say to use milk but water is better (tho an acidic dairy product might help), however, be sure to wash AWAY from your eyes.

I bring this up because the fbi recovered a photo from one of the protestor's phones.

Do Not take photos! Don't include faces! Cover up any scars or tattoos, wear nondescript clothes. Turn off your phone's GPS, data, & wifi. In fact, turn off your phone entirely, only turn it on if you need to make an emergency call.

If a pig throws in a can of tear gas, you can cover it with a pylon & douse it with water.

Do Not wear suction swim goggles, if you get hit with a rubber bullet or even just thrown to the ground too hard, you can pop out an eye.

If you wear contact lenses: do not wear them if there is a risk of tear gas or pepper spray.

If you wear glasses: only wear them if you really need them, try to wear the most nondescript frames you have.

If you use mobility aides, use the nondescript ones, not the cane you personalized with stickers. If you use a wheelchair but can also use a walker/rollator, go for the rollator. You can still sit on it if you need to, but it is safer. If you do use a wheelchair, cover up the logo & anything you did to personalize it. I highly recommend using push-handle spikes to prevent people from moving you without consent. Hell on wheels is a business that sells them suited for your needs. You can get a pair that can be removed easily if you do need someone to push. Be aware, if rubber bullets are a risk, your mobility aid could be damaged.

& I repeat, do not take photos of protestors, I know it was a "good" thing in castle, but usually if the feds want photos of a protestor's phone, it is not good.

My question is though: why did they take a pic of where the bomb would have been?

47 seconds is a short zone, usually you have like a two hour kill zone

lots of names on the list wow.

Love the diagram on the board!

How did they get the names of all the ppl there tho? The injured ones maybe, but the ones who were just there? They would have run, they would refuse to give their names to pigs.

Holy moly only on the second intro rn! I have to go to work in an hour & a half!

Corinne: Do I look like I'm in the 99 percent?

Me: Uh, kind of. Do you have over 11 100 000 dollars?

Flashbacks are a good decision for this kind of stationary episode. (lol, really is stationary, they are in the station.) Like, even Castle is technically not in the top 1%, his net worth is like 4mil. There is a difference between rich-because-I-work-36-hour-shifts-as-a-surgeon-but-I-never-get-to-enjoy-my-mansion-because-I'm-at-work-all-the-time, inheritance-rich, rich-because-I'm-an-author-&-not-the-starving-artist-kind, & rich-because-I-commit-massive-wage-theft-on-all-the-employees-beneath-me. Now of course you can be hella rich, but the top 1% is about three standard deviations away from the mean. ofc statistics are probs wrong here. there is a wage GAP, not a nice bell curve. Anyway, you probably ARE within the 99%, just the rich side of it.

Good guy wearing a gas mask. There's the hoodie guy. There's the drummer.

Oh & btw you can LOOK at stuff online & buy them irl or vice versa. When buying my knives, I was told to go to a knife shop & test out the ones they had, find what I liked, & then buy it cheap online.

Box guy, "that's mine," spilled coffee

If he was carrying a bomb of course he'd look nervous & sweaty. Just like how the other dirty bomb the guy was calm bc he didn't know it was a bomb.

WEST SIDE WALLY! THE MAN IS BACK! Westside is one of my fave recurring characters.

(espt why do you look so weird when he says to call him westside.)

Johnny Law lmao

Love his sign. Will work protest for food. He is The Best.

Beethoven?

JE: Stop. Let me understand this. You…you saw Beethoven, [Ryan looks to the side on concern] the composer who's been dead for 200 years, in the plaza this afternoon?

WSW: Oh, yeah. And I bet that half-dead bastard is behind all this.

[Ryan clears his throat.]

KR: West Side, are you on any medications of any kind?

WSW: I don't see how that's relevant.

it's probably that he is NOT on medication lol. or hungry & dehydrated.

Man looks familiar. I swear tho, he's going to be real, not just west side's imagination.

You know, westside would look really good if they trimmed his beard, he's a really good looking actor.

Oh no, not more bomb threats...

RC: It's like trying to find Waldo in a sea of Waldos.

prioritizing interviews is a great idea.

RC: You know, the witnesses that were closest to the bomb aren't on our list. ((oof he right))

KB: *looks at him to continue*

RC: Maybe dead men do tell tales.

Jesse Freidman? More like Jesse fried-man eyo! Sorry that was distasteful. He wasn't even fried, he died in an explosion from blunt force trauma, not the fire of the explosion.

Oh poor alexis.

Except that Dr Parish said alexis needed to get stuff done. Lanie might say the same thing but Dr Parish said to get the personal effects done. You should at least talk to the staff & ask if you can take her home & let beckett know you're taking alexis home & staying, not talking to alexis for a minute like you implied when you said you needed a minute.

K but the film clips don't seem like they were what they were at the beginning of the episode

MR: Honey, do you ever wonder why I never visited you at the precinct the first year you were working there?

RC: I always thought it was because of the harsh lighting.

MR: (chuckles) Well, that was a consideration. No, I thought if I—if I saw you acting like a cop, I'd start thinking of you as a cop, and I just…whew. That—that brought on all manner of nightmares.

RC: How did you get over it?

MR: Eventually, you realize, your children are gonna make choices you don't like. Just a fact of life. ((this made my mom hug me so tight))

RC: Well, if the bombing proves anything, it's that bad things can happen no matter what you do. Nobody's tomorrow is guaranteed.

((In Cree the word for tomorrow is "IF the sun rises tomorrow" which implies that we don't KNOW that the sun will rise tomorrow, we just have FAITH that it will. wapaki. Edit: see the rest of this comment after the quote))

[Martha raises her eyebrows.]

MR: So…how do you plan to act on this realization?

RC: What do you mean?

MR: Oh, you know what I mean. Richard, how much longer are you gonna drag your heels before you tell Beckett how you feel?

[Castle shifts uncomfortably.]

MR: And I mean, while she is awake, not lying on the ground with a bullet in her chest.

((Wapaki comment, continued: I actually spell it wapaké bc that's how I was initially taught to pronounce it but other ppl say wapagi bc in cree k/g, t/d, n/ng, p/b, s/sh, & ts/ch are all both kind of considered the same. Ojibwe has different spellings but similar words: pimohte means walk, bimo'tee I think is it in ojibwe, & ojibwe is an anishinabe language so I saw an anishinabe word that meant "walk in a good way" & at first I didn't understand a thing, but then I saw the relation to the ojibwe word & I related it back to Cree. Languages are so cool. You know, I thought celtic languages would be removed from romance languages, I thought they might have a bit of german influence, but slainta means health in gaelgie (irish gaelic) & sante is health in french. That's the only relation I can remember rn but I think there was one more that I learned of recently.))

Martha is so right. I love her with all mu heart.

they are in LOVE!

RYAN NO YOU ALSO INTERRUPTED THEIR LOVE CONFESSION ACH (at least ryan is pretty)

castle it cannot wait until after the case, you never know if you have a tomorrow

This is why you turn off your gps.

That is a damn good friend!

Where did they get the audio from?

Andrew Haynes

I don't think he's planning on bombing you.

*just eating their food*

lmao he probably is not even in the 1%

She's making buddy buddy with him.

*all close to her*

lmao I hate him. Most of these people HAVE jobs, they just are still poor bc the wage is stupid. Besides, SOMEONE has to mop floors & wipe tables, who is going to do that job? They still deserve to live. Covid taught us which jobs are actually essential. Factory jobs, cashiers, medical professionals (including people like porters & janitors)

That's freidman, right? Who turned around Haynes?

Man this guy is so dumb.

& the longer you go, the more they forget & witness accounts get scrumbly.

The drummer <3 as a busker, I really respect him.

Well he's probably infamous, like that guy who plays the drum while on a skateboard in the city nearby. Everyone knows him. If he was drumming near the protest, he is probably going to be at the next protest.

I really respect him, not wanting to say anything. "I gave the wrong answer?"

Haynes should TOTALLY remain in custody.

VG: Not you Mr Castle, I have a special task for you

Me: "get out of my investigation?"

VG: I'mma get u to speedread

She actually thinks he has value uwu.

"no I'm not" she says & Iove her

ALEXIS' CHOCCY CHIP PANCAKES

Well he also does it bc he's in love with beckett

Well… they say genius… skips a generation WOW THAT'S--

Apparently, so does funny.

"Hey bobby" he says with a GUN

holy crap I need to take a pic of ryan's outfit

Man's an early greying bro.

Castle is back with COFFEE

"& I missed it?"

Castle acab moments

OH NO SHE'S NOW REVEALING THE TRAUMA THING.

Girl you can NOT remember every second of it. Different people have different reactions. Plus, at what point do you not remember?

& castle talks to her to himself

Talking to his mom. They have such a great relationship.

Maybe she didn't say anything bc she has that wall in her or bc she doesn't remember as much as she thinks

(But also bro you can't remember all of it, at what point do you not remember? Do you remember the surgery? No, they put you under. Do you remember every second of the shot & falling to the ground & that means "Every second of IT" it meaning the shot & nothing after.)

He's right. It is about MORE than books, more than HER even.

You can redirect love... & also he has worked with her for YEARS but he was pining with hope, not pining hopelessly

Castle you're communicating like a girl. You say these double entendres & half expect her to understand that you were watching.

There are only so many garage door opener frequencies out there so sometimes in big parking lots or alleys you can beep your car or try your garage door opened & someone else's will open.

*Tosses evidence bags FULL of that stuff*

He's a pickpocket?? I mean sexy ig but bro you're preying on OTHER POOR PEOPLE

The beethoven

& THEN THE MUSIC CHANGES LIKE THAT SO GOOD

Oh he has so much guilt bc he didn't mean to bomb anyone

WHY did they show freidman's photo? maybe bc he was the closest so he was chasing the backpack

RC: And since he placed the bomb between two dumpsters…

KB: He didn't think that anyone would get hurt. Then Bobby stole the backpack.

chronology!

"haranguing"

"business opportunity" lmao

How do they know it was seconds? Right they had his phone records w/o the ophone

Hold on, Westside knows that this is beethoven's 5th?

She called HIM? when?

Except when did SHE call HIM?

it was NOT the best vantage tho bc it exploded in a different place?

Except she would have had to continue reporting, she didn't just pop in for a few seconds, blow the bomb, then run to the storm drain

She KNOWS he's talking to HER but she DOUBTS it

Music recall & she gives congrats

captions said holler, sounded like he may have said yell. Does that mean he'll call her later?

LOVE HEARTBREAK GAACK

as always, thank you livejournal transcript https://scriptline.livejournal.com/64171.html

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daydreamerdrew · 1 year

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Comics read this past week:

Marvel Comics:

Iron Man (1968) #47-53

In this batch of Iron Man solo comics I went from March 1972 to August 1972. Issue #47 was written by Roy Thomas, penciled by Barry Windsor-Smith, and inked by Jim Mooney, though a large part of it was retelling Iron Man’s origin story from Tales of Suspense (1959) #39, which was plotted by Stan Lee, scripted by Larry Leiber, and drawn by Don Heck. And issues #48-53 were written by Mike Friedrich, penciled by George Tuska, and inked by Vince Colletta, though Jim Starlin is also credited for some of the penciling on issue #53. And, interestingly enough, the editor of the book changed from Stan Lee to Roy Thomas with issue #50.

Issue #47 began with describing Tony in the Iron Man armor as appearing "like a great insensate robot" but wishing that he was "indeed a thing of unfeeling metal, instead of only a very vulnerable man in an armored shell." The context is that he was attending a funeral as Iron Man, which seems to have been to help him hide his emotions from the other people attending. This was interesting to pair with a retelling of his origin story as Iron Man, which was told through the lens of him reminiscing on it while wondering whether or not there needs to be an Iron Man. In that original story it was presented that Tony needed to wear the entire Iron Man suit to live and would be forever trapped in it, and so while his original flesh body was still living inside it, the armor was framed as essentially his new body. It's said that "the iron frame must duplicate virtually every action of the human body" and the chest plate specifically was referred to as "the life-giving heart of your iron body." This causes Tony to question, "Can the thing I have created survive? This thing which is less than human- yet somehow far more? This thing which now is- Tony Stark! And yet- am I truly Tony Stark anymore- when, in order to remain alive, I must stay forever in this walking iron prison?" When a villain refers to him as a robot, Tony doesn't correct them and identifies himself as an iron man, not at that point a superhero identity but just a description of what he is. And the story ended on the vague note that, "As for the Iron Man- that metallic hulk who once was Anthony Stark- who knows what destiny awaits him? Time alone will provide the answer. Time alone…" The next issue of Tales of Suspense provided the answer that Tony was not in fact no longer able to live as Tony Stark and that he only needed the chest plate, which he could keep hidden under his clothes, to live. The idea of Tony being trapped inside the Iron Man armor has come up a few times since then and this point in the comics with various stories only temporarily making his health issues so extreme that he couldn't leave it, but I think that Tony wishing, even only during this funeral scene in issue #47, that he was actually an unemotional robot and not a fully feeling person, has interesting implications for his identification with the Iron Man armor.

Issue #47 also presented for the first time that Tony had had the idea for the Iron Man armor and was working on prototypes for it prior to being kidnapped in Vietnam and having to make the firt legitimate suit while he was a prisoner there in order to escape and not die from the shrapnel near his heart. I think that this lessens the drama of Tony having to build a full suit of armor in order to power and protect his heart and that he had made this amazing technological advancement when he was in a tough situation where he either had to pull it off or die if he was just always going to make the armor going through that.

Tony's relationship with Marianne had a lot of development in this batch of issues. In issue #47 Marianne piles on to Tony's already growing insecurities by asking him, at a crucial moment, "Why must there be an Iron Man?" Though that issues ends with Tony feeling affirmed in his decision to be Iron Man, and we don't see them later discuss that she'd said that, in issue #48 Tony goes on one of his classic monologues about how he can't live a normal life, which he usually uses to refer to having a girlfriend or wife, and then afterwards brushes off Marianne, his fiancé, when she tries to talk to him. Later than issue the two of them go to a party together, where Marianne notices that Tony had "two drinks more than he ever has at a party" and then has to pull him away from getting into a fight after he hears someone make a comment about the problems at Stark Industries. On their way home, Tony drives recklessly, which the narrator describes as therapeutic for him, as Marianne is saying, "Tony- slow down! You're going much too fast! You'll kill us both! Please- for my sake- pull over on this ridge- please?!" Then they have a talk where Marianne tells him, "You've got to maintain control- keep yourself from falling to pieces!" This conversation nearly ends with Tony crying and comforted in Marianne's arms, but just before that happens he's pulled away by a call for Iron Man, which he accepts while saying, "If ever in my life I wanted to stay with you- to have you warm and near me- this is it!"

In issue #49 Marianne has a vision that she is also in of Tony dying as Iron Man and scared that by being with him she's endangering him by making it possible for it to come true. Tony is worried, but also thinks to himself, "How can a warm and loving, but powerless girl harm an iron man?" This issue ends with Marianne helping Tony to an electrical outlet as he was running out of power in the Iron Man suit, but then running away from him when she gets overwhelmed by another vision, convinced that her presence will kill him, leaving him to die alone of a heart attack. Tony manages to just barely crawl to the electrical outlet at the beginning of issue #50, but being abandoned by Marianne in that critical moment has shaken him. The narration compares her footsteps as she ran away to nails into Tony's heart. He says that, "I trusted Marianne- she held my life like a tender eggshell- then almost crushed it!" This experience prompts an internal monologue about Tony's thoughts on death and his control over his life, which ends in him deciding, "Marianne… There's no room for you in my fragile life- this is the fate- and the wish- of an Iron Man!"

In issue #51 Tony returns to his private quarters at Stark Industries and is angered to find Marianne there, as she was having a breakdown because of her powers and went to a place that she felt safe. He tells her, "You deserted me when I needed you most- I can't forget that! I realized I'm going to have to make it on my own strength- and no one else's!" Her response is that, "I have needs and feelings too! But you can't understand that! You don't want to understand! You're no more than a robot now, mister- a cold-steel machine!" He just tells her that their engagement is off and that she should leave her ring with his secretary. Though afterward he thinks to himself, "Proud of yourself, Tony, driving out the only girl to whom you dared drop the metal shield around your heart?" Marianne doesn't leave the Stark Industries property immediately as she realizes that the circumstances of her vision are about to occur, but Tony dismisses her pleas for him to flee from the battle, and then ultimately the fault in his armor that caused him to die in her vision doesn't happen. After this, Tony tells her, "I don't want to see you again- for your own sake!"

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In issue #52 Tony says that, "My engagement to Marianne Rodgers tied me down- now I'm free! Free to move- like Stark Industries has to move… There's only one alternative- and that's to die!" A montage splash page depicts him as golfing, snorkeling, and dancing under the moon light with different woman while on a vacation in California. This stands in contrast to how when Marianne was first introduced in issue #36, that was in a unique moment where Tony had briefly quit being Iron Man because he felt that his superhero responsibilities had taken over his life and prevented him from enjoying himself, but that now, "I'm declaring a moratorium on death… on the living death of Tony Stark! Starting tonight, we're going to see the new, improved playboy industrialist! Tonight… Tony Stark comes alive!" Marianne is the girl who he calls up to hang out with that night, and in the course of that evening events occurred that made him go back to being Iron Man, but Marianne stayed in his life. It seems significant to me that in issue #36 Tony had been framing the conflict between being Iron Man or and Tony Stark as entirely a conflict between being a superhero or a millionare playboy, with no mention of the other part of Tony Stark's life, that of a genius inventor and business. He ultimately told himself that Iron Man is "who makes your sickening social life worth living," and that if he stopped being Iron Man, he'd lose "the only decent thing in you." In the time inbetween issue #36 and issue #52 Tony has changed to allow for playboying as Tony Stark alongside being Iron Man without these kinds of moral qualms, and I think it's relevant to that that in issue #50 Tony announced that, "We at S.I. have too long been synonymous with war research… weapons… We want to change that… diversity into pollution control… consumer goods. We're out to help men as always- but in new ways!" I'm thinking that Tony is now more comfortable with the Tony Stark part of his life, including the playboying part of that, because he now has more positive associations with it as he's prouder of the work he's doing at Stark Industries. Also, in issue #52 Tony notably turns down a drink offered by a woman, saying, "You may have heard I've been a bit reckless lately- but that's behind me!"

Issue #51 ends with Marianne comes to the realization that, while she still loves him, "Now Tony only trusts himself- leaving me… where?" In issue #52 Marianne gets a job that she throws herself into to try to get her mind off of Tony, which she succeeds at for a time as a very focused worker, but eventually her mind snaps and she's overwhelmed by visions of monsters that cause her to freak out and start destroying everything around her. She's last seen being led away by a nurse.

In issue #48 Tony says, "When you strip off that steel-mesh armor you become a frail man- a man who has everything, but a man to be pitied. Yes, pitied- because underneath that powerful physique pounds a transplanted heart, kept beating by the iron thinness of a chestplate powerpack! And you refuse to allow that pity to reveal your dependency- to admit you don't have… control!" This is when he was still engaged to Marianne, but he notably brushes her off when she tries to talk to him right after this. Tony talking about not wanting to be pitied reminded me of how back in issue #3, when Tony had gone into seclusion because he couldn't leave his Iron Man armor, but was also too weak to build the new chestplate that was capable of powering his ever more-damaged heart, even though he was still mentally capable of designing it, he said "It'd be so easy to call for help- to throw my problem open to the world. But what then? A life spent flat on my back- an object of pity? I'll take my chances this way rather than go from being Iron Man to that!" His assumption was that if people learned about his health issues, they'd stop him from living his life on his own terms and he'd become a pitiable bedridden 'object' dependent on other people, and so he decided that he'd rather risk dying while on his own than involve anyone else. This is slightly different than how he spoke in issue #48 as there he was thinking about himself as pitiable and needing to hide it, and not as being scared of becoming pitiable. In issue #50, after he has just barely managed to crawl to an electrical outlet to plug himself in while having a heart attack, which was after Marianne abandoned him, Tony thinks, "It's a matter of pride- I'm gonna carry this bum heart unhindered- or unaided- by anyone else!" At this point he sees involving other people in his health issues as firstly something that would hold him back, and then secondly as something that could possibly benefit him.

Issue #49 opens with that Tony's employees are calling him a "man of iron." The context of this is that he has taken back control of Stark Industries and intends to pivot it in a new direction after the company had been going downhill under the previous management. This is a positive comparison to his famous bodyguard that is secretly also himself by the employees that trust and support him, but not quite. I think that the connotations of being an Iron Man versus a man of iron are pretty different. The former, which refers to the superhero identity, emphasizes more than he is an invincible substitute for a man, whereas the latter, which refers to the respectable businessman identity, frames him as the pinnacle of a man as determined by him being invincible.

In issue #50, after the latest in a long line of heart attacks that nearly killed him, Tony has an internal monologue about death. He wonders, "Why is it I battle mortality so much? What slavish force swells within me, driving me to cling to existence- no matter what the cost? At times I've seen it as fear- unwilling to trade known life for the greatest of uncertainties… But at others, like now, I feel a stream of destiny, demanding I seize control of my unique talents… and utilize them fully… as ought a man of iron! For in control there is strength!" It seems that at this point in his life, because he is so scared of the weakness caused by his heart condition, it's particularly important for Tony to feel strong and to feel in control of his life.

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At the beginning of issue #51 Tony was overseeing as Iron Man a Stark Industries rocket experiment, which unfortunately fails, that was part of the company's pivot away from weapons manufacturing. Afterwards he says that he wants everyone to get back to work immediately, but the employees as initially resistant to doing what Iron Man told them to because "Tony Stark gives us our orders- not his bodyguard!" Tony tells them, as Iron Man, "Listen to me- I've got Tony's complete backing! Either this project succeeds- or we're all up the creek!" This is surprising to one of the employees, who says, "Iron Man's pushing as hard as Stark himself! You'd think he had a personal stake in it!" The other employees response is that "we all do" and that, if the company's pivot doesn't work out, "We'll have no place to turn! No wonder Shellhead's upset!" It's interesting to me that this is how Tony's employees interpret the overlap between him and Iron Man, who they believe is like them, another employee of Tony's, that it's only reflective of how they should all feel as employees of Stark Industries. Later in that issue, another employee calls Tony to alert him of a crisis, and when Tony tells him to calm down and just explain what happened, the employee says to Tony, "Sorry, sir- I can't be as cool and unemotional as you!" The truth is that Tony had been relieved when he was called about an emergency because it happened just as he broke up with Marianne, thinking, "I almost need a crisis to divert my attentions!" But he ultimately framed that comment about him being unemotional as, "Little do my employees know! If only they could feel my adrenalin pumping- shoving me head-long into battle! I may be locked inside this iron 'machine'- but it's a machine gifted- with awesome power! The power of Iron Man!" It was strange that Iron Man would get upset at the beginning of the issue not because it's not excepted of Iron Man to get upset, but because it was strange he would react like he has as personal of a stake in the company as Tony Stark does, whereas the expectation of Tony is instead that he's cold and unemotional like a robot. Here being Iron Man is an escape from Tony's personal issues and his feelings about them, but it's also the identity in which he can more openly express in his feelings.

Fawcett Comics:

the Captain Marvel stories in Whiz Comics (1940) #63-65 and in Captain Marvel Adventures (1941) #44-46

In this batch of Captain Marvel stories I went from February 1946 to April 1946. There was one Captain Marvel story per issue of Whiz Comics, and originally it was that there were four per issue of Captain Marvel Adventures, but that changed with Captain Marvel Adventures #45 to be three stories, for a total of thirteen Captain Marvel stories read in this batch. These stories ranged from seven to eleven pages.

The story “The Monster Society of Evil Chapter 23: Mr. Mind’s School for Evil” (written by Otto Binder; drawn by C.C. Beck) in Captain Marvel Adventures #44 had a cute initial premise that Mr. Mind, still recovering from the amnesia he had in the previous chapter, has to attend his own school for evil in order to relearn how to come up with evil plots. He takes it very seriously, starting in the kindergarten and working his way up through all the grades, and is set to graduate as the star pupil as long as he can go out and pull off an evil deed in the real world as a final assignment.

The story “Captain Marvel Gets Mothered” (written by Otto Binder; possibly drawn by C.C. Beck) in Captain Marvel Adventures #45 begins with Sterling Morris telling Billy that he only has eighty-eight seconds for his radio broadcast, meaning that Billy has to rush through it all, saying, "HellofolksthisisBillyBatsonyourboybroadcastergivingyouthenewsoftheday! Flash- robbery! Flash- murder! Flash- Flash- Flash- Flash!" This is then revealed to Billy to be because they needed the time for a woman to do a commercial as part of Station Whiz's new soap sponsorship. Afterwards, the woman is overzealous when thanking Billy for giving her some of his time and out of politeness he invites her to dinner at his apartment as she's from out of town and doesn't know the restaurants. This results in the woman declaring that Billy is lacking a mother's care and that she's going to stay with him instead of getting a hotel room and that they'll all then be one big happy family, to Billy's begrudgement as he describes it as, "All I did was be kind and invite her for dinner- and now my life isn't my own!" And the deference to the woman's authority carries over to Captain Marvel, who allows her to tell him what to do when he fights criminals that night. Eventually, just as Billy is thinking to himself, "Oh golly! Another day and night with Mrs. Simpson mothering me to death!" he learns that the woman's job for the soap company is taking her to another city. She tells him, "Poor Billy! How you're going to miss my motherly presence! But get along the best you can without me!" Meanwhile Billy is thinking, "She's a bit- er- forceful! But she meant well all the time!" and is pleased to be able to give his radio show at a normal speed.

The story “Captain Marvel has a Dull Day” (written by Otto Binder; artist unknown) in Captain Marvel Adventures #46 was based around that Captain Marvel was finding the monotony of always saving people from falling safes and stopping buildings from collapsing and such boring, and the ending of it was him getting to do something he’d never done before and so found really exciting- going fishing. It also revealed that Billy is “faithfully keeping a scrap-book of the feats and deeds of Captain Marvel.”

The story “The Monster Society of Evil Chapter 25: The End of Mr. Mind” (written by Otto Binder; penciled by C.C. Beck; inked by the Beck-Constanza studio) in Captain Marvel Adventures #46 is the final story of the serial that’s been going on since Captain Marvel Adventures #22. It’s a strangely sad tale with Mr. Mind attempting to go on with his evil plans and kill Billy Batson all on his own after the dismantlement of his Monster Society of Evil, but being unable to actually kill Billy because he’s just a little worm, and because of that attempt ultimately getting captured, put on trial, and being found guilty and given the death penalty by electric chair. This story actually coming across as a sad end to a great character makes me glad that the comics published by DC Comics in the 70s reviving the Marvel Family characters revealed that Mr. Mind had actually survived and only tricked everyone into thinking they’d killed him.

#comics read this past week #my posts

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percontaion-points · 2 years

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Our Violent Ends chapters 1 & 2

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Chapter 1

O n e

J a n u a r y 1 9 2 7

Before we begin, I want to say that there are freaking 47 chapters and an epilogue, and 421 pages total (including the contents and backmatter, etc). I would normally triple up on chapters, but it hasn’t left my mind how much of a slog that the first book was. The reviews warn that Gong “has not learned her lesson” and that the book was in dire need of an editor to help her trim this down into something readable. (One reviewer challenged those who left 5 star reviews to “name one plot point that happened before the last 100 pages”. I think that that says a lot about what we can expect from this.)

So yeah. 100% not looking forward to this. But hey! At least this is only a duology, and not anything longer.

“What you’re about to watch came directly from its premiere in Manhattan. Quality entertainment.”

The picture started. Screen One was the largest viewing room in the whole Grand Theatre, its orchestral sound booming from all sides. Each seat was equipped with its own translation system, reading out the text that appeared alongside the silent film. The couple to Juliette’s left were wearing their earpieces, murmuring excitedly to each other as the lines filtered through in Chinese.

Maybe things are different in China, but…

IT’S LITERALLY A SILENT FILM. HOW HARD COULD IT HAVE BEEN TO CHANGE THE DIALOGUE CARDS?!

“Why do you pause?” Juliette mimicked bitterly. Softly, she set him down, brushing his mussed hair out of his face. “Because even if you hate me, Roma Montagov, I still love you.”

Chapter 1 summary: Despite the fact that the first book closed on Paul’s death and him saying that it would bring about an even bigger plague…

We’re now three months past that, and the only deaths are because the Scarlets and White Flowers need to be forced into the “this is our get along shirt”.

Anyway, Juliette and Kathleen go to the theatre, where they’re annoyed that Roma has also shown up. They see him talking with a merchant, which is annoying because Juliette’s family also wants to make a deal with this British merchant who brought technology from the UK.

The movie starts, but Juliette sees a figure standing with a gun. She shoots him, but nobody in the audience notices because the orchestra is enacting a wild west gunfight on screen. But Roma notices, and he starts shooting at Juliette, and that’s what people notice. They start fleeing, but there are only two doors, so it creates a bottleneck situation.

Anyway, Roma is angry that Juliette “killed” Marshall. She points out that she loves him anyway, which is the stupidest fucking thing that I’ve ever seen in at least a month.

Also, exactly as I had predicted from my experience with the first book and the reviews warning about this, but this book drowned in purple prose. I probably skimmed half of this chapter, and somehow missed completely and utterly nothing. You know, BECAUSE NOTHING IS HAPPENING.

Chapter 2

There were twenty-two vases scattered around the Cai mansion, all of them filled with red roses.

Do you see what I’m dealing with here? Now picture the ENTIRE FUCKING SERIES BEING LIKE THIS.

[image description: an image of Tracy Morgan from 30 Rock. He is a middle-aged black man with short-cropped black hair, wearing a tan jacket, black shirt, and a silver chain. He is sitting on a red sofa. The image is captioned with “Was describing your flower vases necessary to our understanding of what happened?” End image description.]

“That was Shu Yang. General Shu. Do you know who he is? Have you been following the papers and the advancement of the Northern Expedition at all?”

Juliette winced. “Bàba,” she started. She dropped into a seat opposite her father’s desk. Kathleen silently followed suit. “The Northern Expedition is so terribly boring—”

“It will determine the fate of our country—”

“Okay, fine, fine—the reports are so boring. General so-and-so took this segment of land. Army division so-and-so moved this far up. I practically cry in excitement when you send me to strangle someone instead.” Juliette clasped her hands together. “Please, just let me do the strangling.”

Here’s some food for thought for everybody (especially the author): If the politics of this series are such a huge plot point, but the main character doesn’t give a fucking shit about any of it… WHY THE HELL SHOULD THE READERS CARE ABOUT THIS?!

He was still her brother. He wasn’t gone entirely.

Chapter 2 summary: Roma slinks home with his proverbial tail between his legs. There, he’s approached by the replacement goldfish for Marshall, Demetri. He tells Roma that if he had an encounter with Juliette, he should consider himself to be lucky.

Meanwhile, Juliette mopes around her house, and complains about the constant stream of politicians her dad meets with. Her dad chides her that these are important people, but as mentioned, Juliette couldn't care less about any of them, or politics.

Anyway, she and Kathleen tell Juliette’s father about striking the deal with the merchant, then about the would-be assassin, and Roma at the theater.

Then finally, FINALLY, 27 pages and 2 chapters into this, we get a random flashback to where we left off at the end of the first book. Right after it was revealed that Paul had other contacts who were going to release the plague upon news of Paul’s death. Except that literally nothing of importance happened. Now, the Cai family is being blackmailed by the plague-owner, and they feel like they have no choice but to cough up the money.

And then because the author has no idea how to write a decent story, we switch over to Alisa, who confirms for us that her family is also being blackmailed by the plague-owner, too. I don’t give a shit. The leader doesn’t think that it’s real, and thinks that it’s largely a joke. Apparently, Roma never bothered to tell them about the secondary plague being held off by said blackmailer. I guess cause we need an actual plot…

Then there’s this really dumb scene that goes on for too long where Alisa walks up to Ben, her cousin, but he’s angry over Marshall’s “death”, and takes his anger out on her. It serves no purpose that hasn’t already been established except to waste nearly three pages.

#These Violent Delights series #Our Violent Ends #Chapter 01 #chapter 02 #I would ask where the editor was but I think we all know there was none #What Is Happening #Juliette Cai #Roma Montagov #so much padding #bad writing is bad #Kathleen Cai #Demetri Montagov #Alisa Montagova

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Puppy who was set on fire survives without ears and gets adopted by lady who saved him

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Puppy who was set on fire survives without ears and gets adopted by lady who saved him

Exclusive:

When a six-week-old puppy was set alight and abandoned with 55% burns, Tracy Lystra, 47, from California, could not let him die – she named him Kringle and nursed him back to health, before adopting him as her own

It was a miracle Kringle survived (

Image: Tracy Lystra)

A six-week-old puppy who almost burned alive has miraculously recovered and found a forever home with the woman who saved him.

In December 2020, the tiny stray dog was spotted wandering a deserted dirt track in Mexico, covered in burns.

A stranger picked him up and took him to the closest animal hospital, where vets wrapped him in emergency bandages.

Tracy Lystra, founder of Huey’s Second Chance Ranch, saw a photo of the abused pup online and instantly wanted to save him.

She told The Mirror : “We didn’t know what the future would hold for him, so we promised to give him a lifetime of love every day.”

Kringle was on his death bed (

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Surgeons saved his life (

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Tracy Lystra)

Tracy named the pup Kringle – as it was days before Christmas – and transported him to an emergency hospital in California, US.

More than half of his body was covered in burns and his ears were mutilated when he underwent immediately surgery.

Tracy said: “I worried that he might not make it. He went into cardiac arrest on the operating table the first time he was placed under anaesthesia.

“The amazing surgical team revived him by manually pumping his heart.”

Kringle spent the next 49 days in hospital, having his ears amputated and eyelids constructed.

He “cried a lot” and struggled to adapt to the bright surroundings and other dogs.

He had to wear pyjamas (

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Tracy Lystra)

Doctors and nurses adored him (

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Tracy Lystra)

When surgeons removed his burned skin, Kringle had to get used to wearing brightly coloured jumpers and pyjamas.

But that wasn’t a problem, because staff were all wearing fancy dress costumes to lift his spirits.

Tracy even sold personalised socks with Kringle’s little face on to raise money for his bills.

Tracy said: “I remember the first night he came home. He was only a few months old and fit perfectly in the nook of my neck.”

Many people wanted to adopt Kringle after seeing his story online, so Tracy began sorting through potential adoptees.

“I only intended to temporarily foster him while he recovered,” she said.

They developed a strong bond (

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He knew where his home was (

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Tracy Lystra)

“But shortly after interviewing a few families, I realised that it would be impossible for me to part with Kringle.”

Kringle and Tracy has bonded immensely and she didn’t think he would cope well with the separation.

So on April 20, 2021, Tracy made the decision to adopt Kringle herself and he found his forever home in her arms.

Now, Kringle has made friends with his adoptive siblings and enjoys cuddling, playing with toys and exploring.

“Because his injuries occurred at such a young age, I would like to believe that he’s been able to forget most of his horrific experiences,” she said.

Physically, Kringle is very different to other dogs and requires a lot of care. He cannot be out in the sun without his UV suit or else he burns badly.

Kringle was found set on fire (

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Tracy Lystra)

Now he’s with his forever family (

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Tracy Lystra)

He is also prone to ear infections, as the canal is exposed.

“Kringle’s skin is extremely thin so we need to monitor his playtime. He normally wears a shirt or sweater that covers his burn areas, which helps protect his skin,” Tracy said.

Tracy describes Kringle as her fourth child, and says he “means the world” to her.

She added: “When my rescue dog Huey passed away, I didn’t think I would ever be able to love a dog as much, but Kringle has worked his way into my heart.

“I like to believe that Huey sent Kringle to the ranch because he knew that I would not only heal him, but I would love him with my entire being.”

Do you have a dog story to tell? Contact [email protected].

UK beaches banning dogs from May 1 – full list including Devon and Cornwall hotspots

Woman creates bucket list for dying dog with dementia – including steak, zoo and pub

#Dog News

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korasonata · 3 years

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So, the original plan was to do these quotes until Joe and Cleo finished their models, which was half accomplished during this stream (yay Cleo!). Question is should I still continue these after Joe has finished his model, or have we had enough now? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model stream part 7! Link to the video is below and time stamps are above each set of quotes!

Link: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1155955572

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00:32:05

Joe: This is our weekly paper craft stream. I’m joined today by ZombieCleo, who you can find at—

Cleo: Hiiiiiiiiii!!!

Joe: — twitch.tv/zombiecleo. You don’t need to type the “hi” in the middle. Although it is adorable, and so I wouldn’t blame you.

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00:56:25

Cleo (in response to someone saying they like Hershey’s chocolate): I mean you can like the chocolate. It’s ok to be wrong. It’s fine. You know, you can—

Joe: A certain amount of the other person being wrong is to be expected in any relationship.

Cleo: Yeah! Look at my relationship with you, Joe.

Joe: Yeah, I mean we’re— we’re off the charts for that.

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01:01:15

Joe (changing into his chroma green tank top): We can’t have people seeing my torso.

Cleo: Oh you know, yeah you— you are a cryptid.

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01:02:04

Joe (doing a face camera expansion): these chains I’ve forged in life are about to begin pulling me down to the deep below! Enter the Jhoooooooost!

Cleo: Can I just point out that “life” was very southern. At that point. (Heavy southern accent) Life.

Joe (heavy southern accent): Life.

Cleo: Laaaaaffe

Joe: Liiiiife *both laughing* These chains I’ve forged in—

Both: laaaaffe!!

Joe (heavy twang): Pullin’ me daaan to the deep behlooow!

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01:07:16

Cleo (in response to Joe having a laughing fit): And that is one of the rare times where Joe has a complete, absolute giggle fit on stream

Joe (still laughing): Ok I’m sorry, but “puritans go home” is the best thing to put on anything worth— ok im gonna start making a— ok. (Serious) Im gonna start making an actual checklist cause, um, (actually writing down a checklist of things he’s taking to his parents for thanksgiving) ok thanks—giving twenty twenty—one. Ok so, salad cream.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Joe (reading list): “Puritans go Home” icing on pie…Um, you know let’s just throw iron brew in there. Why not! Irn-Bru and vodka!

Cleo (laughing): Sure! Why not!

Joe: Yeah. Well, so, my maternal grandmother was Scottish and—

Cleo: oh I’m sorry.

Joe: —so I think my mom would get a kick out of Irn-Bru. As like “oh! Here’s something from the old country!”

Cleo: *physically wheezing* from the old country!

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01:29:43

Joe: Oh, it’s really fun. Did you know that a bunch of people on Tumblr care a lot about how tall each of us are?

Cleo: Yeah. Yeah.

Joe: Yeah, oh man I’ve been spreading information and taking weird height pictures with people at conventions for years. It’s like— *Cleo laughing* I’ll intentionally like stand on things or like, uh, or like stand in such a way that you can’t tell I’m crouching, so people are like “Ok, so Joe’s like taller than Bdubs but shorter than, uh, like— Stress or something. It’s like how does that happen?!” *trying not to laugh* Because I’m screwing with you.

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01:31:11

Joe: See that’s the thing is— is sometimes people think things are about power. I think they’re just about being obnoxious.

Cleo: I mean, you think most things are about being obnoxious which is why it’s a power move for you. Cause being obnoxious is your power move. It’s where you’ve got the most power, Joe.

Joe: Hm, that makes sense.

Cleo: Sometimes I do. I try not to when I’m with you, because— it’s easier.

Joe: Yeah. You don’t wanna give me any actual like workab— or usable intelligence.

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01:42:47

Joe (reading chat): I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season one— yeah. That was only like 10 years ago though.

Cleo: I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season 2.

Joe: Yay Cleo!

Cleo: Which was only because Joe asked me to come on, or pu— vouched for me.

Joe (genuine): Well I am glad you joined.

Cleo: I mean I was— I was at the point where I was just like “is this what I wanna do for the rest of my life? Should I just go full ham into teaching?” And, uh, then you made that offer and I thought “well, I’ll see how it goes”. And it did quite well for me. So…you know.

Joe (quietly): I am so glad

Cleo: You are the reason why I’m still doing Minecraft content.

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01:44:19

Joe (reading chat): Attasked says “Only you can judge whether you’re hot” no plenty of people can tell I’m hot, Graved. It’s— pretty blatantly obvious. You don’t— you don’t have to be good at judging to be able to tell. Like, that’s not an only me thing.

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02:00:54

Cleo: You ever have those moments where you’re just questioning your choices in life?

Joe: *having a breakdown* Moments!

Cleo: *cackling*

Joe (through tears): I’m sorry, you’re just the best Cleo.

Cleo: *laughing, but genuine* Awe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you today!

Joe: No it’s— *inaudible sobbing* Today—

Cleo: *dying*

Joe (quietly to himself): Is this is frame? Sorry, I was cutting this out of frame. My bad.

Cleo (still laughing): I like how everyone’s just sort of gone quiet and gone “…is Joe ok?”

Joe: nOO!!!

Cleo: We’ve established that Joe is not ok.

Joe: But I’m really good at it!

Cleo: *spitting out her drink*

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01:49:52

Joe: Let’s go down the Mississippi, Cleo.

Cleo: I mean, that I think we could probably do. Let’s go down the Mississippi, Joe.

Joe: yay!

Cleo: On a flimsy raft.

Joe: Yeah, we can actually— there’s a lot nicer boats now though. Like—

Cleo: I mean— yeah, but do we— do— you know…it’s the Huckleberry Finn experience.

Joe: I mean, here’s the thing, is if you actually came here and I was like “Cleo, let’s go to the Mississippi River and go down the river a few miles”. I think you’d be more likely to actually say yes if I had an actual boat lined up than if I had a flimsy raft.

Cleo (excited): If it— if it— if it makes you feel better, I— I would do the flimsy raft. Like, hands down. It seems more fun.

Joe (realizing that she’s serious): I— you say that, but I don’t think you’ve seen the Mississippi River. Like, the problem is it’s full of these giant barges these days, the wakes of which would just throw your raft over.

Cleo (dead serious): I can swim.

Joe (attempting to compromise, completely lost as to how he has somehow managed to be the voice of reason): Ok…Alternatively we can go down a smaller river…In a raft…

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02:04:43

Joe: Sorry, I’ll stop monologuing. Uh, but yeah sorry I was in the process of—

Cleo: I’LL STOP MONOLOGUING! Yeah, yeah that’s gonna happen.

Joe: yeah, I’ll- I’ll say I’m gonna stop monologuing and I’ll warn you that-

Cleo: And then he just continues

Joe: -that Cleo you should probably be ready to start talking sometime in the next 8-12 minutes.

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02:15:26

Joe: Oh, I need to get a green screen suit jacket. Um, I realized. Cause I got the green screen, um, uh dress shirt. That I wear under existing suits, but I don’t have an actual like green screen suit.

Cleo: I— I am always amused by your definition of “need”

Joe: My definition of what?

Cleo: Need.

Joe: Need.

Cleo: I need a green suit.

Joe: Ok, I’m sorry Cleo, the people need me to get a green suit.

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02:30:23

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe-Getters and Go-Getters” yeah, Joe’s not a Go-Getter, he’s a Joe-Getter. Which is infinitely worse.

Joe: You say being a Joe-Getter is infinitely worse, but you also frequently lament that you get me. So, maybe you’re a Joe-Getter. Have you considered that?

Cleo: I am a Joe-Getter. I do get you, Joe. Which is terrible. It’s— It’s a trauma, actually Joe, I’ll have you know.

Joe: Yeah, comprehend me and despair, Cleo.

Cleo: I looked too deep into the abyss. The Joe-byss, sorry.

Joe: Thank you, yeah we’ve got a brand. Always be branding.

Cleo: *giggling* A.B.B. - Always Be Branding.

Joe: That’s not an infinite void of despair. That’s an infinite void of—

Both: Joe’s despair.

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02:34:31

Joe: Let’s just leave it at don’t push me off a roof. Like *laughing* I feel like anything I could add to that would undermine the overall theme of just encouraging people to not do that.

Cleo: Um, let me put it like this. I always had the capacity. Always. But! I never acted on it, Joe.

Joe: Mhm, yeah thank you.

Cleo: …yet…I’ll try not to.

Joe: Yeah. And— and also keep in mind Cleo, I mean, given, you know, how well we’ve managed to work together over the last decade. Even if you did push me or throw me off a roof. *grinning* What makes you think that you’re not coming with me?

Cleo (slightly proud): That felt like a threat. It felt like a threat. I’m not gonna lie.

Joe (through giggles): Yeah, that was the, like— I spent 90 seconds figuring out how to revise that so is it was not blatantly like a violent threat.

Cleo: I mean…yeah, I think— I think— I think between the tw— it— it’s a mutual aggression pact at this point.

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02:51:53

Cleo (holding up seemingly two identical pictures of turret towers): Am I— am I going actually insane? Are they not…the same turret?

Joe (examining pages on screen): …y—you know there might be…subtle differences that, uh, a— you know, skilled crafts person would find unavoidably blatant. Um…I make no such claim Cleo.

Cleo: Good, because, you know…trauma…Yours, not mine.

Joe: *laughing* yeah I was gonna say. Trauma as a verb. I’m just gonna trauma you.

Cleo: *laughing* I’m gonna trauma you so hard right now.

Joe: Yeah, if you don’t calm down and agree with me.

Cleo: If you don’t agree with me, that’s— that’s your mistake.

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03:38:48

Cleo (about authors): just be careful who you like and just recognize the faults in any media that you do like. Just don’t imagine that everything’s perfect, because it’s not. Just be open to the fact it’s not perfect.

Joe: The only perfect media is YouTube videos produced by ZombieCleo.

Cleo: Fact.

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04:00:34

(Having finished her model)

Cleo (tiredly): No booshes. No booshes. I know it’s got places for booshes, but I don’t want to do booshes because…there’s a limit.

Joe (currently in the United States): Yeah. Well, now you can come over here and help me Cleo, is what chat’s saying.

Cleo: Ok.

Joe: Go help Joe hold this stuff he can’t glue.

Cleo (Currently in England): Hang on, hang on. *rummaging on desk* What do you need? I’ve got lots of things, what do you need?

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills

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feelingofcontent · 2 years

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DNP Rewatch: Dan Vs Phil | Hometown Showdown

Date video was published: 11/18/2021 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 450

A YouTube-sponsored joint video in 2021...never would have guessed that would be a possibility just a year before this.

0:10 - “two best buddies” 😂

0:13 - the aerial shots are cool

0:24 - “some guy” I can’t

1:13 - they’re wearing the same outfits as they did in Giving The People What They Want and I really want to know if that was planned

1:38 - “me and Phi like to um, crush each other” I’m sorry, what now. these ‘confessional’ style bits in the first half are really something. I’m sad we didn’t get more of them from the Winnersh part as well

1:54 - if I think too much about the imagery of DNP taking a train together to Phil’s hometown ~12 years after Dan took a train there for the first time, I want to weep

2:19 - Dan looks like he doesn’t believe that one

2:26 - the ‘cheers’-ing with the cake. it’s so casual I feel like that’s a thing they just do

2:33 - this is cut together from a bunch of different bits. every time there’s a cut they seem to be holding a different piece of cake

2:50 - you can tell when Phil is saying a planned line

2:56 - Dan just thinking Phil is hilarious at all times

3:04 - this was clearly an unplanned bit but YouTube decided it was worth including because of course 😂

3:17 - lol at whoever decided to get this shot then. this is what they were filming when people saw them back in July

3:22 - dog content!

3:41 - soft Dan “hello” voice 🥺

3:46 - Phil’s names for the dogs...‘Susan’ and ‘Steve’ as expected, but then just ‘Lady Gaga’ out of nowhere

3:49 - of course Dan ends up doing the harder work walking more of the dogs

3:54 - this lingering shot on the tattoo studio...I really thought something was going on with that

4:07 - Phil not answering the actual question Dan asked at all

4:24 - I do love the crime scene van highlight there because it’s just hilarious with what Dan is saying 😂

4:52 - Dan promoed this video as them going “back to the places they pretended to be straight”

5:15 - tell me this (and Dan’s bit at 5:31) don’t sound exactly like reality tv dating show confessionals. also, out of all the parts of this video THIS is what Phil chose to reblog a gif set of 😭

5:30 - “the best day of our life so far” okay Dan

5:52 - Phil had talked about the temperance bar in his Google-maps hometown tour video too

6:09 - cheers-ing yet again

6:18 - not getting to see any of what these actually are, just the sound a facial expression reactions

6:38 - Phil’s eyes look SO SO blue in the natural light in this

6:57 - Phil just enjoying the view for a moment there it looks like

7:08 - and Phil’s soft smile at the “this is actually quite nice”

7:17 - more dating-show-like confessionals!

7:28 - some of this feels like Dan pretending he had never seen Rawtenstall before, although he did respond to someone asking about that

7:50 - I’m guessing the alien bit that must have gotten cut had something to do with this

8:07 - I wonder if this is a bit of the more interesting conversations they talked about having that a lot got cut of

8:47 - he realized his description of parkin tasting like “a lot of parkin” was not so helpful. that sounds delicious though

9:07 - “Danny” also it’s so weird to see them walking so much

9:27 - these ski suits are something else

9:39 - babuse! the look on Dan’s face too and then Phil’s giggle 🥺

9:42 - Dan lost his ski suit apparently. also the 7 second challenge incorporation

10:05 - actually impressed Dan managed that

10:07 - this editing; I’m cackling 😂

10:21 - that was so much easier and yet

10:54 - “dad!” they’re just having fun with this bit it seems

11:42 - I really want to know what all the other people there thought was going on with the camera crew and everything

12:14 - a bit of honest Dan. I did wonder what he was going to do with this after the trailer came out, as he never really had something nice to say about his hometown

12:25 - Phil in his confident-making jean jacket for the other day of filming

12:43 - this is just hilarious. also, Dan must have forgotten his usual sunglasses this day and borrowed some

12:54 - “I know this is smaller than your one” “a train measuring contest” “size doesn’t matter, Phil” “hop on and let me take you for a wild ride” ...I have no words 😳

13:33 - okay this looks kind of fun. also there are so many of these in the UK actually

14:14 - the incorporation of llamas...of course he had to with the throwback style of some of this video

15:08 - a big Dan laugh there

15:33 - see, this is where we could use some more of the ‘confessional’ style clips I think

15:53 - I really wonder at what point in planning they came up with this. Phil looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh

16:06 - Dan is immediately concerned about Phil’s balance

16:37 - lol at Dan editing this statement but not really

16:59 - and this is important context for what’s coming next 😂 also Phil saying he needs to remind everyone else (since he already knows, of course)

17:25 - pretty sure that’s a reference to THE WARDROBE 🥺

17:34 - HOW was Phil so graceful getting out that cart?!

17:45 - Phil hiding!

18:25 - I cannot believe Phil managed that! and Dan’s immediate joy for him

18:59 - a sentimental location for Dan 🥺

19:22 - ah, baby Dan! and Phil teasing him about his posing is great

19:49 - they look so comfy just having a chat in this bit

20:00 - Dan talked about this in Gay and Not Proud too

20:49 - this whole game is the funniest part of the entire video. Phil using Dan’s first video 😂

21:13 - and then Dan’s is even better! the limp wrist I CAN’T. they didn’t pick a winner for this

21:39 - referencing to Phil falling off the stage at the first ever TATINOF show

22:01 - Dan adding to the good things about Rawtenstall; he can’t help himself

22:04 - “Phil, rescue me!” aww

22:15 - and of course they had to get an “all or nothing” reference in there

22:38 - I mean a video game does seem like an appropriate way to end this for them

23:47 - Dan got so far ahead at this point

24:08 - ...of course Phil had to win though. you can’t tell me that wasn’t planned all along

24:35 - DNP’s was much less competitive (and in much smaller towns) than the other videos that were part of this YouTube series, lol. they were like, ‘nah, we’re just going to have nice days hanging out’. 😂

I’m glad they did this with YouTube! Though there was so much footage we didn’t get to see. 😥 I’m sure if DNP had had full control of the editing and everything, it would have been very different and I probably would have liked it even more. But still, it’s just a fun video. Also, Both Phil and Dan posted some behind-the-scenes photos to Instagram to promote this as well. The third photo in Phil’s set will never fail to make me weep.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #daniel howell #phil lester #danisnotonfire #amazingphil videos #Dan Vs Phil | Hometown Showdown

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⤑ series: plot twist

⤑ pairing: rapper!namjoon x rich girl!reader

⤑ genre: let’s just call it angst, lmao.

⤑ rating: PG13

⤑ word count: 6.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: there aren’t any...

⤑ chapter song: lonely eyes - lauv.

⤑ A/N: hiii! don’t have a lot to say expect thank you so much for everyone who’s enjoying this story!! this part came out later in the day than i planned, but thank you soo much for being patient!! hope you like it nd of course ., let me know what you think x

APRIL 24TH, 2020 | 22:47

Namjoon spots you first. Through the crowd of smartly dressed mid-twenty-year-olds. The dress you wear hugs the subtle curves of your body nicely, very obviously outlining your figure. He pretends not to notice, but it's hard to ignore the look on your face when you laugh. Head tilted back, features contorting as you lean on the man beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, a bit low if anyone cared to ask.

His breath catches when you're turning to face in his direction as if you've sensed his arrival. A pretty smile breaks onto your features as you lift your hand up to wave, and he can't help but think you had been waiting for him to show up. Obviously.

The man beside you nods, accepting the kiss you showily place on his cheek. Grinning wide up at him before you're turning to make your way over. It's subconscious, the way he shifts to straighten himself beside his friends. Letting his mind wonder what you'd compliment him about first. Probably a lame joke about his glasses, or maybe you'd annoyingly poke at his dimples.

He doesn't miss the switch in your hips as you approach, drink seemingly appearing in your hand as a waiter passes. You really did have everything handed to you. Your smile only grows as you get closer and just as he's fixing himself to derail one of your blatant flirting attempts, you're being engulfed in Yoongi's embrace.

Bent backward as he hugs you, laughing loudly and your drink sloshes. Falling in dark droplets on to the carefully polished floor. As soon as you stood straight up again, you're setting your sights on the other three people stood in front of you. Brow arching as your gaze zeros in on Taehyung.

Outstretching your hand to set your drink in his palm, a sly smile spreads across your carefully glossed lips. “You're cute,” The remark is quick, thoughtless. But it still has Joon's stomach flipping, it only gets worse when while watching a flustered Taehyung fumble through a 'thanks'.

“Yn. This is Taehyung and that's Jimin,” Yoongi is pointing either of them out, all while moving to stand beside Taehyung an arm slung over his shoulder. Both of them are granted a short wave before you're turning your attention to Namjoon. Seemingly for the first time tonight.

His face is quickly shifting in a glare, hastily trying to cover up the fact that he had been watching you since you had walked over. Lips shifting into that flirty smirk of yours the moment your eyes lock, moving toward him with this bone-chilling slowness. “Hi, Joonie.” An instant shiver runs down his spine following the sweet tone of your voice.

The tips of your long fingers curl around the skinny fabric of his tie, tugging him down to eye level. “You look especially appetizing in your stuffy little monkey suit,” So close that your noses are barely touching, he can see the subtle sparkle detail in your eye shadow, fading into the sharp line of eyeliner. Lashes looking much longer than he remembers, probably stuck some on like he's seen some girls do from time to time.

You smell nice too. Sweet. Like vanilla, but there's a bit of tang from the alcohol you've been sipping. “What, Joon? Aren't you gonna repay the compliment?” Brows furrowing slightly, lip jutting out to create a pout. You're leaning back, taking in the flustered look on his face.

“Don't you think I look good in my dress?” His eyes are huge, stammering for a response. There's a cute blush rising on his cheeks, paired with the pop of one of his deep dimples. “Oh!” Giggling, the tip of your finger pokes at the indent causing his cheeks to darken. He was so cute.

Jimin is quickly coming to his rescue, an arm looping around yours and pulling the two of you apart. “Alright, alright. Down, temptress. Let our poor Joonie collect his bearings. I think it's time you introduce me to some cute boys,” The last bit of his sentence is emphasized, thrown over his shoulder to the two boys cooing back and forth.

He's pulling you away, leaving no room for argument. Quickly falling into his rapid chatter about his plans for tonight of getting drunk and hooking up. Maybe even meet up with someone that'll make him swoon, so like the perfect little wing woman, you're walking him right to the man of the hour.

Jungkook is sat in the middle of a long leather couch, arms outstretched over the back of it. Jin and Hoseok are sat on either side of him, both with scarcely clothed girls perched on their laps. You've seen the girl with Jin many times before a model of some sort who feeds on the undivided attention from Mister Kim Seokjin.

The girl with Hoseok is different, though. They always were. A pretty girl with hair dyed red a pointed nose and dark painted lips. Her body shakes as she giggles, twirling a piece of hair around her manicured finger. She gives an obvious wiggle of her hips and Hobi eats it up, pulling her closer to him by her hips.

“Jhope and Jin? They're both cute, Yn. But I'm not exactly sure I'm their type.” Jimin is making a board gesture toward the two of them and you're quick to roll your eyes, tilting your head to look over at him. “Duh. Not them. Jungkook,”

You watch as his gaze shifts to the middle, landing on Jungkook. Who looks extremely handsome with his drink in his hand and a smile on his face. “That's Jeon Jungkook... you're going to hook me up with Jeon Jungkook?”

If you had been any closer, you'd be sure he heard you with the way his head snaps up in your direction. Wide eyes focusing on the guy hanging off your arm. He's quick to stand as you approach, rattling the two men on his side. So wrapped up in their girls, they don't even notice his little outburst.

“Jungkookie, this is Jimin. His friends ditched him, isn't that so sad?” Pausing to show off your signature pout, paired with gently nudging Jimin forward. “Do you think you could entertain him for a bit?”

Jungkook is nodding almost instantly, “Y-yeah. I can do that,”

“Great!” With a quick pat on Jimin's shoulder and a wide smile sent up to your friend, you're quickly turning to leave the two of them alone. Making a quick beeline straight to the bar.

APRIL 24TH, 2020 | 22:59

Namjoon watches you walk away. Every dip and sway of your hips until you're disappearing out of sight. And even then he can't tear his eyes from that direction.

You've invaded his space countless times before, he was beginning to wonder if you even knew what personal space was. But this time was different. This time had a stronger hammering rising in his chest, this incessant urge to revel in the fact that you're so close rather than push you away.

He nearly lost it when you laughed, breath brushing against his lips. Nearly lost his mind at the sound, although he's sure his mind was already gone. Blame it on the alcohol he intended to drink tonight, must've got a head start in his system. There's no other explanation for why he's feeling this way.

Yoongi lets out a snort, moving to stand in front of his friend, cutting off his view just as you're reaching the rest of your friends. He's got this shit-eating grin on his face, hands set on his hips. “You like her, huh?” He's not sure if it's the teasing tone in his friend's voice or the knowing look on his face, but Joon is filled with annoyance.

“Even if it's just a little bit,” He rushes, lifting his hands up in defense.

Namjoon is instantly rolling his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he arches a brow down at his friend. “What are you even talking about?” Because there was no way he could be talking about what he thought. Suggesting that he might see you differently than he's seen you after all this time. That was insane.

“Come on, we all see how you get when we talk about her. And the way you look at her?” Taehyung is quickly jumping to his lover's side, dropping an arm around Joon's shoulder. His face shifting into a mock lovey-dovey expression, before he's bursting into a fit of giggles.

Joon is quick to shrug his arm off of him, pushing him away slightly. “I look at her like she's annoying the shit out of me,” They're both laughing this time, loud and obnoxious. Catching the attention of a few people nearby.

Wheezing breaths leave their lips, chest heaving as their laughs calm down. “Yeah, okay,” Yoongi speaks through fainting laughter, straightening his back while shoving his fingers through his hair. He shares a silent look with Taehyung before he's shifting his gaze back on to Joon.

“Don't you think she looks cute in magenta?” Yoongi grins, the words barely leaving his mouth before Namjoon is speaking up. Almost automatically. “It's baby pink, actually. She wears it because she thinks it makes her nose look smaller,”

His response has the both of them breaking into fits of laughter again, hunching forward as their backs shake. “And how do you know that!?” Taehyung is managing through his laughs, only causing Joon's cheeks to flush pink.

Why did he know that? No doubt something you uttered to him mindlessly while the two of you were alone, but why did he remember? And why was it the first thing he noticed the moment you were making your way over to him? With another roll of his eyes, he's brushing past his friends with a mumble of going to meet up with some people.

“I'll go get us drinks, baby. Wait here,” Yoongi says with a short laugh, setting his hand on Taehyung's shoulder before he's turning around, walking in the direction of the bar.

APRIL 24TH, 2020 | 23:19

Joon was so cute. You couldn't wrap your head around exactly what it was about him that made it so hard to not think of him, but it was like every free moment you had was filled with thoughts of him. He was so closed off and distant when it came to you, the dramatic show of annoyance he'd put on whenever you'd get close.

Yet, he wasn't as ambiguous as he liked to let on. You saw the little peaks in characters he'd have when the two of you were together. The lingering stare he'd give you while you'd look over his work or the spouts of jealously when you weren't given him your undivided attention.

Not sure exactly what it was Joon felt for you, but there had to be something there. He wanted you in some type of way and what were you supposed to do? Ignore it? Go to work every day and see him and just what?.. Do your job?

That was what was expected of you. Getting your job done. Every single day. No more fucking up, no more fucking around. Just doing everything the exact way it should be done. Or else...

“Do you want me to get you a drink?” Yoongi's voice sounds from behind you, breaking through the raging thoughts clouding your mind. He shoots a large grin in your direction, lifting his body onto the stool beside you.

Tipping back your glass, you're sucking back the last bits of drink you had left. Face souring from the bitter taste. “It's fine. I'll get you one,” You're lifting your hand to flag the bartender over. “Each glass is at least sixty dollars,” The tip of your manicured nail taps the menu where the prices are listed.

His eyes go wide. “Why!?”

“We're celebrating!” A laugh falls from your lips at his surprise. In a room full of filthy rich artists and their even richer team, of course, the drinks would be expensive. Dropping a hundred or two was equivalent to shopping at the dollar store among the lot of you. “I'll just open a tab, you and your friends can get whatever. On me.”

Chasing your words with your drink order to the bartender, Yoongi does the same after you. Swiveling around in his chair to check out the crowd of party-goers quickly filling up the room. His eyes catch the man stood a few feet away from you, leaning over the back of a chair.

Dark eyes squinted behind his thing rimmed glasses, glaring in your direction. One hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding a drink. It's obvious that he's watching every one of your movements, more than likely trying to read your lips. Yoongi is quick to avert his gaze, turning his attention back on to you.

“Is that your boyfriend?” He's subtle with the way he points him out, tipping his head in the direction of where he stood. You're not as discreet, whipping your body around to see where he's pointing. And then full-on lifting your hand to wave over at him.

Pure shock takes over his features, cheeks darkening as he waves back. Obviously caught in his staring. “One of them. Have you heard of him? His soundcloud name is IM,” Your drinks are brought out at that moment, set down on a pair of coasters.

“Wait. You're dating a soundcloud rapper?” You're familiar with the stigma and preconceived notions that come with soundcloud rappers and while most of them were true, Changkyun was different. Not only was he talented, but he was sweet, generous and he cared a lot.

About you especially. “Stop it. He's sweet. And he's a lot better than you'd think.” You're gearing up to further defend your man, but Yoongi is quick to lift his hand, shaking his head slightly at your protest.

“No, I mean. You literally own this place. Why don't you just sign him?” Pfft. Like you haven't thought of that before. “He says he wants to do it himself...” You're lifting your glass to your lips, taking a few sour sips before setting it back down. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

He's instantly engulfed in the sweet smell of you, cool breath tickling his flaming ears. “But sometimes, I think it's because of me.” Yoongi's getting a good look at your face when you're pulling back, the flash of sadness hidden deep in your eyes. It's gone before he can place it, masked with their normal pretty sparkle.

“What do you mean?”

Your fingers push through your hair as you lean back, letting a soft sigh fall past your lips. “I'm not dumb. I know how a lot of people view me and how it affects the company. If he were to sign and be dating me, it wouldn't be good for him.” The two of you never fully talked about it, but it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

“You sound like you've thought about this before,” He's taking his first sip of whiskey, corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile. Obviously impressed by the taste. You're nodding at his words, gaze shifting from him over to where Changkyun had been standing before. “I used to feel really bad about it. I mean... I still do, I just...”

What were you supposed to do? It's not like he's ever even said that was the real reason behind his reluctance, so how were you supposed to know? “Why don't you change then? Actually, clean up your act and be serious.” He sounds exactly like Hoseok and your father.

“I don't want to,” It's like you're constantly being surrounded by people telling you what to do. “Why not?” Truthfully, you didn't know yourself. If you were to start listening and following the rules, what's the worse that could happen? There was just this insistent tug in the other direction, clutching to the bit of control that you had.

You don't get a chance to answer, though. Changkyun is walking straight up to you. An arm circling around your waist and stare closing in on Yoongi. He's shooting him one hard glare that has him instinctively backing away. Gaze shifting back onto you, he's hitting you with one of his sweet smiles. “Come sit, baby. Kookie is about to go up and talk,”

Allowing him to help you from your stool, you're sending a wave over your shoulder as he leads you toward the couches where you had first left Jungkook and Jimin. Only now, Jimin was sat by himself – Jungkook making his way up toward the speakers. Namjoon and Taehyung have found their way over, sat with Hoseok and Jin.

Changkyun is slouching onto the couch, pulling your body down onto his lap. With your legs on either side of his thigh and his arm secured around your waist. His chin finds home on your shoulder, lips placing soft kisses to your cheek.

You can feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the side of your face, but you can't be bothered to look as Jungkook reaches to click the button, releasing his new single. Cheers instantly wash over the crowd as purchases of the song begin to flood in, the number of plays following.

With a large grin, Jungkook's moving to the mic to speak.

APRIL 25TH, 2020 | 00:12

Conversation bubbles between the lot of you. Mainly centered around Jungkook and his mixtape and it's projected success. Changkyun laughs along with everyone else, with both of his arms secured around your waist. Joon has moved from his spot beside you, disappearing somewhere within the crowd.

He had watched every one of you and Changkyun's movements, trying to hide his staring with large gulps of his beer. It wasn't annoyed glares that he had been shooting your way, those were obvious and really easy to read. But the way he was looking at you now, was something you hadn't seen before.

Something you couldn't easily place.

No time is given for you to decipher it because he's standing from his spot with a quick mumble to Yoongi about his whereabouts. And since he's walked away you can't seem to focus on the conversation happening around you. Can't help but wonder what he's up to and if he was having a good time.

And all at once, you're being hit with this urge to get something to drink. With a few taps to Changchun's arms, you're wiggling from his grip. Bending at your waist, you're planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I'll be right back, baby.”

You're heading straight to the bar, at least that's what you tell yourself when you're walking away from your friends. But you find yourself looking through the heads of the crowd for those familiar pair of glasses and deeply dimpled cheeks. Through your search, you find yourself in the record room.

Hidden from the rest of the building, a room filled with the highest-ranking records to ever come from this place. All hanging in glass frames, disks shiny gold, and the artists' names etched into the frame. Plush red carpet covering the floors, so soft you don't hear the footsteps approaching.

Not until you're feeling the brush against your shoulder, his tall presence makes you feel smaller, but at the same time secure beside him. Instantly. It's an odd feeling that you're not quite used to. “Hey.” For some reason your voice is caught, the only thing you can muster is a smile and a simple nod of your head.

“Why are you here away from anyone else?” You're not used to Namjoon actively trying to keep up a conversation with you, let alone starting them. You're not sure how to react, so your words come out awkward and your body language follows. “I came to get a drink... but, uhm. I got distracted... did you come to see the records?”

That had to be the reason why he was in here, right? Nothing else in here for him other than the history within these walls. You had planned to show him... and the other new signs, this room next week. Everyone got a kick out of seeing the records of their favorite artists hanging up on the walls, dreaming that their own would make it up there too.

So, of course, you're surprised with the shake of his head. The shy smile he tries to hide with the drop of his head. “I was actually looking for you.” He mumbles out, avoiding your eyes as he speaks. It's like he can tell how his words affect you because he's quick to buffer them. “Not for any particular reason,” Wide eyes finally find yours, his cheeks blushed pink. “I just wanted to ask you...”

He's shuffling the beer bottle between his hands, eyes dancing along the walls as he tries to put the words together. He doesn't look up at you until he's properly fixed his sentence in his head. “What happened with your dad? I heard he came down to talk to you.” You didn't have to guess that Yoongi was the one that told him.

Not like it was some big secret. “Nothing. He just told me to get my act together.” Punctuating your words with a quick shrug of your shoulder, extending your hand to reach for his bottle. Slipping it from his grasp and bringing it to your lips to take a few gulps of the liquor. “Ugh, that's nasty.” Never really liked the taste of beer.

“Or else?” Joon urges, reaching for his bottle again. He's taking a sip and your middle school heart flutters, thoughts of an indirect kiss flooding your thoughts. Sure not to get too ahead of yourself. “Or else, none of your business. I'm getting my work done now. You should tell Hoseok that,”

“Do you want me to?” In just a few days, you really did change at work. Had started taking the job a bit more seriously and it only had him wondering what type of trouble you could've gotten into for a change so drastic. “It'll get them off my back,” You're saying through a sigh.

Joon sees something hidden in your eyes that he's easily recognizing. Has seen the same look in his own eyes countless times before. And the way you're quick to blink it away as if you're hiding it away. So quick, like it's something that you've trained yourself to do in the past. He knew what that was like too.

“Do you like working here?” He's asking as if you hadn't made it obvious. “No, I hate it.” Your words filter through a laugh, but it doesn't quite meet your eyes.

“Why don't you go and do something else?” It takes everything in you not to laugh right in his face. As if you didn't think of the most obvious solution to your issue. Why don't you go and something else? Gee, wish you thought of that one. “You don't think I'd like that?” Not once in your entire life did you show any type of interest in music.

It wasn't for you, sure you liked to listen to it – but you didn't? All the ins and out of creating and signing artists, that part just wasn't for you. And no matter how hard you were pushed, it wouldn't ward off your resistance. “My entire life has revolved around preparing for this company. I don't know how to do anything else. You know what I'd really like to do?”

“Yeah, tell me.” He's giving you this look, you can't quite place. Like he's hanging on to your every word, actually listening to you. It has a fuzzy feeling rising in your chest. “I wanted to be an actress. Had some small roles too, but then my dad was putting a stop to it. Said it was time for me to quit playing and get serious, so naturally I didn't listen. Tried to keep doing my thing, little did I know he had planned for that, made sure that nobody would hire me.”

You could still remember the sting when you were no longer getting callbacks and agencies turning you away, all because of one phone call. No means to live on your own, so you were packing your bags and heading home to daddy. How could someone do that to their own daughter? Just to follow along with some stupid dream that wasn't even hers.

It was fucked up. As if you weren't able to control your own life, he never even let you try. “He thinks I'll grow into liking this place, but I won't! It's not what I want, I'm not good at it. Every day I want to quit. And nobody cares,” No matter how hard you tried, how much you fought. It was no use.

“I care,” The words are falling from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, but you hardly believe him. You're scoffing out a laugh, eyes rolling at his words. “I'm serious. I also wanted to apologize,”

Without thinking, you're reaching for his bottle again. “Okay,” You shrug, bringing the bottle to your lips and taking long gulps. “So, uhm. Are you close? With your dad?” He's asking softly, reaching to pull his body from your grasp.

He has way too many questions and you're not sure how you feel about it. Why was he trying to meddle into your business when he's shown no interest in talking to you before this? And why did you feel so inclined to talk to him? As if you could trust him enough to confide in him.

It's weird, but you're not in the mood to fight it. “Not at all. Hoseok's his poster child, I just happened to come along for the ride.” You're finishing up the last few sips of his beer, setting the empty bottle down onto the table. “What do you mean?”

“When he was planning to have kids, he wanted one perfect boy to follow in his footsteps... and then when he heard his wife was pregnant with twins... he thought 'great two perfect boys to follow in my footsteps,'. Not a part of him wanted a little girl,”

A hand lifts to gesture at your figure, a hushed laugh leaving your lips. “But as you can see, I am not a boy.” Joon is nodding his head, giving you this pitiful look that you want so badly to wipe off his face.

You didn't need to be pitied. “So what? He was mad because you weren't a boy?” Was it really that bad? It was easy to see that Hoseok was treated differently in terms of your father, but was that not because of how you acted? Maybe you acted the way you did for a deeper reason? There was so much he didn't know about you.

“You ask a whole lot of questions,” All done sharing, not too keen on the look on his face. You weren't some poor girl that needed sympathy, you had everything under control. Could figure it all out on your own.

Joon is moving to stand a bit closer to you, his shoulder pressed against yours. There's this unexplainable warmth to him, that closes around your entire body just from him being close. It's weird. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Letting out a huff, you're moving back to create some distance between the two of you. “Why are you curious? You've shown zero desire to talk to me, so why now?” He's moving too close the space that you've created, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. It's the first time you've seen the slightest resemblance of one on his face.

“I don't know... you just seem different tonight. I feel like I might've missed something.” You wonder how long it took him to come to that conclusion, always so cautious and calculated with his thought. Never really forgetting his initial impression of someone.

But it's like now he's looking past what you've worked so hard to obtain. You didn't like it one bit. “You didn't. What you see is what you get,” Body straightening, nose pointed toward the ceiling. He's letting out a laugh, obviously amused by your childish stance.

“I don't know if I believe you,” Your head lowers to look at him, eyes rolling dramatically as you lift your hand to toss your hair over your shoulder. “Well, that's your choice,” You reply, in the snobbiest tone you've ever used. “I'm going to get a drink,”

You're leaving him without another word, taking long strides down the hall. Actually, heading for the bar this time.

APIRL 25TH, 2020 | 01:23

Namjoon knows he should probably give you some space. Not that you were pissed at him or anything, but the meddling was something he knew you weren't the biggest fan of. If your sudden departure was any proof of that. He should leave you alone, let you enjoy yourself with your friends... and your boyfriend.

He should really stop thinking about you.

That's easier said than done, though. All he can do is think about you. Only half-listening to Taehyung's words, eyes scanning the crowd for you. Any sign of you and he's certain he'd be rushing to follow behind you.

There really was something different about you tonight. Something underneath the facade you kept up with. The reckless behavior, the spoiled brat act. He hadn't been able to see it before, but now he was getting peaks of your personality he failed to notice before. Bits that reminded him a lot of himself.

Stood on the other side of the room, your arms are looped in Changkyun's. You've tied your hair up into a ponytail at the top of your head, long enough that the ends are tickling your elbows. He watches as you say something to him, flashing a cute smile up in his direction before you're turning to walk out of the room.

A few minutes pass before Changkyun is making his way over to where Namjoon is seated, plopping down in the vacant spot beside Jungkook. Who has been pretty much under Jimin's spell since the start of this whole night. “Where's Yn?” Yoongi's asking as if he can read his best friend's mind.

He really had no other reason to ask.

“She's in her office. Wanted to look over a few things,” For some reason, Joon is taking that as an invitation to go to you. Standing quickly, he's catching the attention of his friends seated beside him, “I'm gonna go, uh... go to the bathroom.”

He's earning an uninterested nod just before he's able to slip away, hurried steps taken out of the room and down the hallway leading straight to your office. The door's open when he approaches, you're sat at your desk scrolling through your laptop.

Soft knocks tap against the door, catching your attention. You're surprised to see Joon standing on the other side, that awkward smile playing on his lips. He's lifting his hand up to a wave, pushing his fingers through his hair as he steps past the threshold, shutting the door behind him. “Hey. I came to see if you were okay,”

Why wouldn't you be okay? “I'm fine,” A smile that doesn't quite meet your eyes, but still lights up your whole face. “Come here, listen to this.”

He was sure that when you had left you were sad, or at least a bit unhappy. But you were fine? And you looked fine too, completely focused on locating whatever song you planned to show him. Joon moves to take a seat beside you, in the same spot he sits each and every time he's in here with you. Thighs just barely touching.

“Can I ask you another question?” Humming out your response, head tilting toward him. The suit looked good on him, it really did. Different from the baggy jeans and t-shirts he normally wears, which are just the same amount of cute. This was just different, gave a different vibe to him. You just barely miss the way he was staring back at you. It has a heat rising in your cheeks. “W-what's your question?”

His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, teeth cutting into his lower lip gently. It's embarrassing, he's forgotten his question. Wrapped up in his thoughts of you, the things that he had failed to notice before. “What's so fun? You know about being impulsive and doing what you want?” He finds himself asking.

Never could he imagine himself doing it, just jumping at any chance without thinking everything through. Weighing out all of the possible outcomes, yet you were doing it all of the time without a second thought.

That's not what you were expecting him to ask. Not much thought was put into the decisions you made, which was why you found yourself getting into so much trouble. You just did what you felt like and dealt with the consequences later. Sometimes not at all. “I don't know, I just do what I want.” You're saying with a shrug.

“You're so calm. And calculating. I'd love to see you do one thing without thinking...” He's looking at you in that weird way again, moving closer until your knees are touching. Dark eyes scanning over your features gaze slowly dropping to your lips. “Just one thing. Completely on impulse, first thing that pops into your-”

His lips taste like the beer he's been sipping, a delicious mix to your shots of liquor. One large hand pressed onto the back of your neck, the other clutching the fabric of your dress. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest as he pulls back from your lips, your eyes wide as you look up at him.

“Did you just kiss me?” Your entire face is on fire and it's hard to hide the grin that threatens to split your face in half. “Yeah, I have no idea why.” He looks so cute and dazed, just from kissing you.

His lips were so soft too, could be addicting if you got enough of it. “Do it again.” A pretty smile brightens his face, cheeks lifting to show off his dimples. His fingers tangling in the loose hairs at the nape of your neck, grip tightening around your waist to pull you closer.

“You want me to?”

There's not a bit of hesitation from you, lower lip jutting out into a pout. “Please,” A soft laugh leaves his lips before he's leaning forward to capture yours with his.

He kisses you as if you're made of glass, cautious in the shift of his lips. Unsure of himself, worried if he's gone too far. And you're quickly deciding, he hasn't gone far enough. Moving closer, you reach up to bury your fingers in his hair. A bold swipe of your tongue has his jaw falling slack, allowing your tongue to sliver into his mouth.

A soft groan erupts from the back of his throat as your tongue twists and pushes against his. Even the way he kisses is calculated, timed movements of his tongue the mouth. The complete opposite of your unrhythmic advances. But, still, he moans.

Out loud for your greedy ears to soak up, it's the moment you're sinking your teeth into his lower lip. All at once, his hands are dropping onto your hips, easily lifting your body up and onto his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, you can feel the bulge of his cock through the fabric of his dress pants. And the thought of getting a peek at it has your body buzzing.

He's effortlessly positioning you, slowing the movements of your lips with his own. Fingers tracing down the sides of your body, dragging over the hem of your dress. Just as he's about to inch it up, the doorknob of your office jiggles. It's barely audible, but Namjoon has this type of supersonic hearing, his body reacting instantly to the sound.

A single line of saliva connects your lips as he tears away from you, your tongue slips out to break it. His head whips around to stare at the door, turned away so fast he missed the pout of protest that from on your lips.

“Someone's trying to get in,” He's whispering, eyes going wide when he sees how close your faces are. You shrug, reaching up to knit your fingers n the hair at the nape of his neck, holding his head still before he can move too far from you. “That's fine, it's locked. They'll just go away. I want another kiss,”

Your lips are swollen from his, shiny with your shared spit. Puckered cutely, waiting for him to satisfy your request. But reality has sunk in for Namjoon, the gravity of what he was just done hitting him like a ton of bricks.

He couldn't kiss you. There were so many reasons why it's wrong, starting with the incessant knock of whoever is on the other side of the door. He could only guess it's the man you showed up with your date. Your boyfriend. Cheating was something he took very seriously and the fact you'd just do it, without a second thought. No, he couldn't kiss you. Couldn't even be involved with you aside from a professional relationship.

Your eyes flutter open with the gentle nudge on your thigh, frowning as he shoos you off his lap. He's quick to stand, just in case you've got any ideas of climbing back on. “What's wrong?” He's avoiding your gaze, fingers shoving through his hair as he searches your office for something. Positive he brought a jacket along with him. Maybe he had a hat?

No matter how hard he looked, he could feel your stare burning in the side of his face. Forcing him to answer. “Nothing's wrong. I just shouldn't have kissed you.” It bothers you to hear him say that so easily, but you're not sure why.

“You didn't want to?” He's not sure he's heard you sound any sadder. He can't help but take a peak at your face, instantly looking it away when he catches the sad pout of your lips. He couldn't feel bad for you. Your feelings weren't his responsibility. You were an adult and his boss, he shouldn't have to coddle you.

Even still, he can't bring himself to lie. Because he had wanted to kiss you, wouldn't have done it if he didn't. “I did... I'm just. I gotta go,” He's turning from you, all at once forgetting what he had been looking for. Shaking off any thoughts of looking back and checking on you, instead, he's heading straight for the door. Tugging it open and stepping back into the crowd of the party.

Changkyun is just a few feet away from the door, had given up on knocking after a few minutes. He watches as Namjoon makes a beeline from your door to the crowd, the back of his hand wiping at his lips.

You're sat slouched in front of your computer when he walks in. Fingers typing away at the screen of your phone. He's not sure what to expect from you, knowing you had just been in here with Namjoon. If you had changed your mind and decided that you'd be going home with him instead, but he still tries.

“People are starting to leave. Are you ready to go?” You're hitting him with the brightest, prettiest smile he's ever seen. Sparkly eyes dancing over his features as you stand, taking long strides over to him. It's only when you're closer does he had mistaken the wetness as your signature sparkle. Your smile doesn't quite reach them either.

He doesn't say anything, though. Allows you to pull his hand around your waist, tucking yourself into his side. Shooting him another fake smile before you're nodding, leaning up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah. Let's get out of here,”

— daughter of the ceo of the biggest record label, it’s obvious she’d get whatever and whoever she wants. but what happens when she’s meeting the one person that refuses to play into her spoiled brat act?

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one spoon for two |

first of all, i can't make my first post in english without thanking those who helped and encouraged me to make this decision. thank you for everything @waitimcomingtoo, @harryhoney-bee and @parkers-gal 🧡

summary: you and peter share spoons and sweatshirts and are “secretly” in love with each other.

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warning: hi! english (obviously) is not my first language, so I ask for patience, im still learning <3

"Good morning." You said with a enviable morning good humor as soon as you arrived at the complex's kitchen, receiving distracted nods and murmurs from Bucky, Sam, and Natasha. Peter, on the other hand, received your greeting with equal enthusiasm.

"Good morning, Y/N." He replied anxiously, straightening the posture and removing his feet from the chair beside. "Do you want to sit here?" He asked quick and shyly, pretending not to notice Bucky and Sam narrowing their eyes across the table. "I-I mean, it's empty, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

You nodded, accepting the offer before sitting down next to the boy you used to call best friend, frowning as you noticed that your yogurt with granola was already prepared next to a spoon and a glass of milk.

"Did you do that?"

Peter agreed, feeling a warmth rise from his neck to his cheeks.

"Yes, I figured you would be tired after last night."

That answer was enough to capture the attention of the entire kitchen. Steve, who was walking through the door with an empty mug in hand, stopped as soon as he heard the phrase leave Peter's lips, widening his eyes as he struggled not to let the ceramic object hit the floor.

"What?" Bucky asked in astonishment, blinking rapidly as he looked away between you and Peter. "What did you guys do last night?"

You and Peter looked at each other in confusion, but before you could respond, Natasha pointed to your clothes.

"Is that Peter's sweatshirt?"

Steve's pressure seemed to have dropped at this very moment. With trembling hands and flushed cheeks, the soldier sat down on one of the chairs, hiding his face amidst inaudible murmurs.

"Tony already knows this?" Sam asked with his mouth full of cereal, looking at you both with disapproval.

"What should I know?"

Peter swallowed hard when he heard your father's voice, dreading the mischievous smile that grew on Bucky's face.

"That me and Pete spent the whole night watching Star Wars." You were quick to respond, causing Peter to let out a relieved sigh.

"So that's what the kids call it these days?" Steve whispered, looking more shocked by the minute. Natasha patted her friend on the back, offering consolation.

"The Spider-Baby said he made Y/N very tired last night." Bucky, playing the part of the devil on Peter's shoulder, repeated the sentence with slight alteration.

"I didn't say that." The boy with bright curls said in horror, shaking his head frantically as his face turned as red as fresh strawberries. "It wasn't like that, Mr. Stark."

"So explain it to me." Tony demanded with a serious face, crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy became an clumsy mess in a matter of seconds. Bucky, Sam and Natasha holding their own giggling as the comic moment unfolded.

"You don't have to say anything, Pete." You reassured him, understanding your father's intentions. "Let's get away from those perverts. We still have a lot to enjoy this weekend."

You stood up with Peter at your heels, leaving the kitchen under the watchful eyes of the Avengers. Everyone, except Steve, burst out laughing as soon as Tony made sure that you were no longer around, Sam having to wipe away a few tears that had escaped from the corner of his eyes.

"What?" Steve asked confused, staring at the others strangely. "What did I miss?"

"They are so oblivious." Natasha said with a smile, shaking her head negatively.

"It's kind of cute." Tony admitted, shaking his shoulders. "The boy is unable to make a move, however."

"What?" Steve voiced it for the third time in less than three minutes. "They-they- you know; Aren't you angry? Isn't that a move for you?"

"They did nothing, cap." Tony stated between a sigh. "They spent the night watching Star Wars just as Y/N said, believe me."

"But is painfully obvious the Spider-Boy is upside down for her." Sam stated, earning a nod from Tony, Bucky and Natasha. "He was already here when me and Bucky showed up in the morning. He was sitting at the table and Y/N's breakfast was also already prepared. I was about to sit next to him– and it was the first time I ever considered sitting next to that child, I swear, when he simply put his feet up on the empty chair, saying that he had severe cramps and needed space. When Y/N appeared at the door all smiling and wearing his college sweatshirt, puft, it seems that the boy went out of his mind, and the first thing he did was to offer the seat next to him."

"There was one day that Y/N needed to help Bruce in the lab and was without access to her cell phone for most of the day. Peter and I were working together on his suit, but the boy was picking up the cell phone every two minutes. He sent a message at 04:30 and Y/N didn't answer until at 08:47, so guess what? Peter answered at 08:48." Said Tony.

"The boy was whipped." Bucky uttered between a sip of coffee.

"He and Y/N were sharing a pot of strawberry ice cream during the last movie session." It was Natasha's turn to share a moment between you and Peter, attracting the attention of the men accompanying her, "but there was only one spoon for both."

There was a suggestive exchange of glances between her, Stark, Barnes and Wilson, broken by Rogers' timid and cautious voice.

"So the kids didn't do anything indecent?"

"Oh, for God's sake!" Tony rolled his eyes, leaving the room.

–

It was almost seven in the evening when Peter came into the kitchen again, now with a green mask on his face and a Hello Kitty's patch over his nose.

"What the fuck?" Bucky asked skeptically, almost spitting out the sandwich that was in his mouth.

"Y/N and I are going skin care tonight." Peter replied simply, going over to the refrigerator as everyone watched him intently.

"And what is that on your face?" Natasha asked the question everyone wanted while Peter grabbed a pot of ice cream from the freezer.

"Avocado mask. She saw in TikTok that it is good for the pores."

"So that was the fate of the avocado I bought to eat in the morning." Steve said regretfully. "It's okay, I can buy another one tomorrow."

"I have many questions, but I don't think any answer will answer them." Sam do a grimace before turning to the food laid out on the table.

"Peter, you should ask Y/N out on a date." Thor gave his opinion. "That's what you Midgardians call, right?"

Peter choked with the air as he heard the Thunder God's phrase, almost letting the pot of ice cream slide down the sink.

"W-we go to dates almost every day." He refuted with red face. "Tomorrow we will go to the supermarket. We can buy another avocado for you, Steve."

"But this is not the kind of date we are talking abo–" Natasha tried to explain, but Peter was already leaving the kitchen practically running.

"Bye, Y/N is waiting me to put cucumbers over the eyes."

"You got only one spoon!" The redhead screamed.

"It's enough!"

The Avengers present exchanged a look of recognition before Thor broke the silence, repeating the question Sam had asked that same morning:

"Tony already knows this?"

Everyone shook their shoulders simultaneously, Bruce being the only one to speak up verbally when silence filled the room.

"I'm sure he's already pulling some strings."

–

"Please, Tony, don't tell me that you are hiding to spying Peter and Y/N."

Tony peeked a bit between the leaves as he heard Pepper's harsh voice, putting the binoculars in the back pocket of his pants as covertly as possible.

"Spying?" He laughed exaggeratedly loudly. "Of course not, dear. This is absurd."

The woman eyed him suspiciously, reaching into her husband's pocket as soon as he hugged her.

"So can you start explaining to me the binoculars, the camouflage clothing, and the presence of a giant plant that was not in the hallway before?"

Tony walked away defeated, lowering his eyes at the judgmental look he was receiving.

"The word "spying" is too strong, okay? Let's say I was watching them without them knowing."

Pepper rolled her eyes.

"They are already adults, Tony. You should let them make their own decisions, and it is pretty obvious that they like each other. I know that the idea of Peter and Y/N dating may be strange to you, but–"

"Strange?" He almost shouted, lowering his voice when he noticed that the music that used to come from your room had stopped, now putting his camouflage skills at risk. "Baby, I love you, but you are crazy." He whispered. "Peter is the only boy who deserves to be with someone like Y/N, and all I have been doing for the past seven months is trying to get them to confess the feelings that everyone knows exist, but they seem too blind to see. So far I remain with the verdict that the boy is right for her and I hope don't change my mind anytime soon. They are my OTP."

"OTP?" Pepper asked confused by the slang.

"One True Pairing. Honey, you are so out of date."

"All right, I'm leaving."

Tony arched an eyebrow as he watched his wife walk away and take the binoculars, shrugging his shoulders before hiding behind the leaves again. He spent almost two hours there, but nothing interesting had happened, just you and Peter going back and forth from the kitchen with greasy foods and ice cream, a spoon for two as you shared whatever it was in the aisles, sometimes even taking it into each other's mouths, making Tony look away from those nauseatingly sweet scenes.

He had a story appointment with Morgan and his presence in the little girl's room at nine was a must. The plan affectionately called "Project Starker" had failed that day, and Tony had to accept defeat as he went to your room, expecting to find you and Peter sprawled out on the bed while some nerdy movie was playing on TV.

"Y/N? Peter?"

The room was dark, lit only by adjacent lights coming through the window. Tony stumbled over a few objects along the way, walking blindly through the furniture until he was near your bed.

"Can you even see each other here? God, how–"

Tony had to interrupt the sentence, surprised to see you and Peter snuggled up to each other, sleeping peacefully while a current series he didn't know the name of played on the TV at an almost inaudible volume. He shook his head in denial, holding back a smile before nudging Peter's waist, forging an angry timbre:

"Kid, you have a room here for a reason. What are you doing in my daughter's bed?"

Peter blinked a few times, completely lost and surprised by Tony's presence.

"Mr. Stark?" He asked stunned, trying to see Tony through the shadows. "Why are you here?"

Your father raised one of his eyebrows, aghast at the sudden boldness of the teenager before remembering the younger man's sleepwalking habits. Peter probably thought he was dreaming or some shit.

"Why are you here?" Tony returned the question, crossing his arms.

"Because I'm in love with Y/N and I want to sleep next to her."

Tony opened his mouth like a goldfish, cursing himself mentally for not recording that statement, shaking Peter's body when he started to close his eyes again.

"Aren't you going to your room?"

Peter mumbled something indecipherable, tightening his arms around your body as you continued to sleep heavily on his chest.

"No, thanks for the offer."

Tony nodded to nothing, deciding to just close your curtain and ask to Friday to turn off the TV.

"Thank you for doing Y/N too, Mr. Stark. I appreciate that."

Tony laughed softly, promising himself that he would tease the boy about it the next morning, “Go to sleep, kid. I'm sure no one will leave you alone tomorrow after I tell what you said."

Stark was about to leave when he noticed Peter's feet sticking out of the covers. The night was cold, and there was nothing but a thin comforter protecting the two of you.

"Just one blanket?" He asked.

"Yes." Peter kind of whispered, pulling you closer. "It's enough."

This time Tony didn't hold back his smile, shaking his head before closing the door, leaving you and Peter in that little bubble of teenage passion.

"Point for you, Spider-Boy."

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r1ntaros · 3 years

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home // c.jh

Pairing: mafia!jongho x fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Warning/s: language, mentions of weapons, food, blood and kissing

Prompts:

17 - “I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it.”

41 - “Don’t touch that.” five minutes later. “Oh, I… uhm… I broke it.”

47 - “Is that… is that your blood?

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Jongho woke up to a commotion happening downstairs. Now out of his bed, he can’t hear anything but the sounds of rushed footsteps and loud speaking voices. Everyone is rushing, the aroma of food lingering around and most importantly, Park Seonghwa, his boss, barking orders to every single household worker as they do the job he asked them to. He tried to peek down but his grogginess is getting the best of him, taking a lazy peek and nearly slipping down the railings if he hadn’t caught himself in time.

He heard another footsteps coming from his right so he took a glance, only to see his half-brother, Yunho, walking towards him with a bright look on his face. It seems like he’s been awake for quite some time now because he’s already dressed in a soft blue cashmere sweater and a black ripped jeans. Confused with his surroundings, Jongho asked, “You’re awake early, what’s happening downstairs?”

His older brother shrugged, “You know.. Just getting ready,”

“Getting ready for what?” Jongho tried to remember his schedule, thinking if he had missed another day for another mission but all he can remember is the biggest ball happening three weeks from now.

Yunho must’ve sensed his confusion and he ruffled his younger brother’s hair, “The little princess is coming home so everyone’s preparing for it.” He tried to comb his hair just to make it look a little bit presentable and added, “Seonghwa hyung let you sleep in more so that you’ll at least be prepared for your one and only love’s arrival.”

Jongho swatted his hands away and glared at his brother, “You could’ve woken me up so I’ll have more time to freshen up.”

“Well, you’re awake now so go!” His older brother pushed him back in his room, adding a little bit more force making him stumble in the floor. If he hadn’t caught himself in time, you’ll see a sleepy Choi Jongho trying to stand up after getting face planted.

He did his morning routine but this time with extra caution. As much as possible, he wants to impress the woman he’s been trying to bag ever since he met her as a kid. He undid his hair a lot of times until just settling to putting it in a slick back manner.

Maybe she likes men who show their foreheads now, he thought as he carefully gelled up his baby hairs.

He settled for a plain black shirt and a black pants to go with so it wouldn’t be too obvious that he’s dressing up for her. He took one last glance of himself and when he’s finally content, he made his way downstairs.

Seonghwa was the first person to see him while he’s in the middle of feeding his own child. He noticed that Jongho styled his hair a bit more than he usually does making him smirk. He calculated Jongho’s activities before calling him out, “Hey apple boy.”

Jongho froze a bit then glared at his boss, “I thought I made it clear to stop calling me that?”

Satisfied with the reaction, Seonghwa just laughed, smiling when his daughter giggled at the sound of her father laughing. He stroked her cheek with his finger then gave Jongho a piercing look to which the other returned, “I have a test for you though.”

Jongho slightly tensed but Seonghwa proceeded to speak, “I would like to know where your loyalty lies.”

Turning his back and continuing his cereal shenanigans, Jongho answered, “My loyalty is dedicated to your sister.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but laugh, deeming Jongho as a keeper, “Welcome to the family, apple boy.” He said as he placed the dishes his own little family used for eating.

The younger slammed his hand at the table as he yelled, “Stop calling me that!”

Seonghwa’s little daughter just giggled and pointed at her uncle and said, “Apple boy!” Earning laughs from the people around them, specifically his friends.

Jongho just lets out a sigh knowing that he doesn’t have the heart to fight his little niece.

“Is she really going to arrive today?” Jongho’s glad that it was San who first snapped out of his impatience as they’ve been doing nothing but sitting in the living room as they wait for Seonghwa’s little sister to arrive.

The older brother himself is just as impatient as he glanced at his phone and frowned, “She told me she’s arriving today.”

Wooyoung let out a huff and said, “I swear if she doesn’t arrive I’m gonna eat the steak all by myself!”

However, as if by miracle, the sound of engine revving outside could be heard and the main security of the manor started barking out orders to those who were outside. Seonghwa’s daughter stood up first and ran to the door, her father following her then the rest.

Truly, outside, is the person they’ve all been waiting for. Helping the workers unload her things even if they didn’t ask for her help. She noticed the commotion at the front door and immediately rushed as her big brother who opened his arms for her to run into.

“I missed you!” She squealed as she tightened her hold in his waist, earning a groan from Seonghwa, “You became more handsome, big bro. Fatherhood suits you.” It earned a smile from Seonghwa who planted a kiss on her forehead as a welcome.

Her niece then started jumping up and down, “Auntie y/n!” She squealed, her arms raised, “Auntie y/n!”

The female smiled and lifted her up and poked her nose, “Hello, little Luna. I brought lots of gifts for you!”

Luna lets out a happy sound as Seonghwa sighed and took his own daughter in his arms. She was welcomed by the others who she fooled around with until she saw the man that she’s been wanting to see ever since she found out that she can finally go home.

“Hey, Jongho.” She said with a smile on her face to which the other returned, “Hi.”

And then silenced followed them after that.

No one dared to speak as they just stared at each other.. the others expecting a lot more than just the greetings but they grew impatient, especially San and groaned, “Guys, for the love of God, stop eye fucking each other!”

“We’re not eye fucking!” Jongho defended as he glared at the older, “It’s what you call appreciating each other’s presence.”

The others just laughed at his lame attempt at defending himself and Hongjoong just place his hand on his shoulders and said, “Since the both of you are appreciating each other’s presence, we would also appreciate it if you accompany our lovely y/n from Paris to her own room so she can rest.”

It’s been a good two weeks ever since y/n had arrived and to say that things are going crazy is a total understatement especially since it’s Jongho who usually gets involved.

One time it was in the middle of the night, somewhere around 3am when she disturbed Jongho in the middle of his gaming hours and said, “Jongho, I need you to accompany me to Mcdonald's and steal a thousand of their chicken nuggets.”

Jongho gave her a weird look, “I don’t think that’s legal,” he said making the girl whine and say, “You’ve done much more worst illegal things than what I-”

Not letting her finish her tantrum party, Jongho took his black card out of his wallet and said, “But we can work around it. Instead of stealing, how about I buy you the hundred pieces of chicken nuggets?”

Y/n just pouted and negotiated, “Two hundred?”

The male let out a sigh of defeat and said, “Fine. Let’s go.”

She let out a squeal full of excitement and instead of going back to her room to grab some warm clothes, she opened Jongho’s wardrobe to grab one of his hoodies and wear it.

Jongho admits, she looks good with it but he just wants to tease her, “Hey, you’re not allowed to wear my clothes.”

“Wha-” She had a look of disbelief in her face, “Since when?!” She screeched making the male in front of her laugh.

“Ever since you chose Paris over me.”

An exasperated gasp was heard between the two of them then suddenly, Jongho’s holding a clinging y/n, “Jongie, I’m so sorry but you know I’m doing it for our future babies.”

Jongho furiously blushed but he raised an eyebrow, “Future babies?”

“Yes, the future offspring of ours.”

“What makes you think that I want an offspring with you?” He deadpanned making the girl in his arms whine again, “C’mon Jjong, I know you love me.”

“I don’t.”

“You do!”

“Nope.” He said popping the p out.

Y/n whined even more, “You doooo!” She insisted with a pout.

Jongho broke his facade and laughed, “Okay maybe I do.”

She gasped and gave him an expression like she’s been scandalized, “Maybe?! Just maybe?!”

“I’m still not sure about it,” Jongho teased and puts her down on the floor, “Now, nuggets?”

She squealed and immediately made her way downstairs faster than Jongho making him laugh.

God she’s infuriating but I love her a lot, he thought with a smile as he grabbed his car keys and made his way downstairs where his little nuisance was waiting for him.

It was around 9:30pm when their meeting ended. Jongho has made his way out of the planning room and proceeded to go to his own room to freshen up and play some games.

He immediately started a hot shower and did his own little concert at the same time. Deeming his tensed muscles are finally loose, his vocal cords strained and his body thoroughly cleaned, he went out of the bathroom to get changed only to scream in shock when he saw y/n sitting down in his gaming chair, looking equally shocked as him.

“Goodness Jongho, for a mafia assassin you sure do get scared easily.” Y/n said when she had finally calmed down from the initial shock her crush had given her.

Jongho glared at her and defended himself, “Who wouldn't get shocked if I suddenly saw an intruder in my room with my computer turned on, especially when I don’t remember turning it on.”

Y/n just let out a small hmph and said, “Go wear your clothes.”

“Get out.”

“No.”

Jongho deadpanned and tried to be as threatening as possible, “Are you going out or do I have to throw you myself out.”

Y/n squirmed in her seat and retorted, “But your gaming chair is so comfy!” She then lit up and said, “You go get dressed while I play phasmophobia!”

“Are you sure you’re going to play phasmophobia?” The male asked with a smirk and couldn’t help but laugh at the eager nod he received as he got dressed.

—

After playing one round of phasmophobia, Jongho holds a shaken up y/n as they eat their midnight snacks and watches the movie he put up on his TV.

Jongho couldn’t help but laugh at her state, “Don’t say I didn’t ask you if you were sure about playing it.”

Y/n sniffled, “Shut up, I didn’t know it was that scary.”

He just giggled and planted a kiss on the crown of her head, “Want to sleep here and cuddle or do you want me to carry you to your room and keep you company until you fall asleep?”

Tightening her hold on his waist, she shook her head, “Want to sleep here and your cuddles.” She answered, making Jongho smile softly and said, “I’m here baby, now go eat your fries.”

The next day, y/n stayed a bit more in his room after waking up as she watched her favorite anime on Jongho’s huge TV. He can’t blame her though, Seonghwa hasn’t set up her whole room so it’s kind of boring and dead still.

Jongho was once again in the shower, freshening himself up. She waited for thirty minutes and that’s when a freshly bathed Jongho, wearing a plain white shirt and sweatpants, emerged from the bathroom.

He planted a kiss on her cheek and said, “I’ll be right back.”

It seemed like he caught her attention as she pouted in his direction, “Where the fuck are you going?”

He snorted, “I’m just gonna go to the storage room and have one of my guns fixed.” He replied as he grabbed a bag that was hidden under his closet, “I swear I’ll be right back.”

“Can I not just come with you?”

With her sporting a puppy eyed look, Jongho knows that he can’t resist her. He lets out a sigh, “Fine, as long as you don’t do anything stupid or accidentally shoot me in the head or something.”

—

Y/n, somehow, did ended up doing something stupid.

But it wasn’t as severe as he had expected her to do.

Jongho sometimes forgot that she’s like a child who needs to be under supervision.

He was just having one of his guns cleaned, entertaining y/n by answering her questions regarding the mafia life that Seonghwa refuses to get her involved when she looked at one of the enormous pistols that’s currently in Jongho’s ownership.

Not missing a beat, he warned her, “Hey, don’t touch that.” Thinking that she listened to him like an obedient girl she is, he went to the back room to grab more stuff to clean his weapons and fix the gun that had y/n’s attention earlier.

He went back to the main room and was satisfied to see y/n sitting down on one of the couches Jongho told her so. He proceeded to clean his stuff and five minutes later, he decided to fix the gun.

Looking around, he asked, “Y/n, where’s the gun?”

The girl had a terrified look on her face and Jongho knew, he just knew that something had happened, “Oh, I uhm..” She stuttered, refusing to meet Jongho in the eyes, “I broke it.”

“How the fuck-” Jongho shook his head, “You know what, never mind. Just show me where you placed it then I’ll see what I can do.”

Y/n pointed at the drawer and Jongho opened it then examined the gun she claimed that she broke.

It only ended up getting even more loose on the part where the shells should be inserted and Jongho fixed it without having any more problems and y/n watching him do his work obediently.

A day before the mafia’s big day, Jongho was called by Seonghwa in the office. It’s only 7am that time so him being summoned by the big boss at his office at this early hour means that it’s a serious matter. He was given thirty minutes to freshen himself up but this time, he resorted to washing his face, brushing his teeth and breaking an apple into half using his bare hands.

He knocked at Seonghwa’s office, hearing a muffled squeal from Luna inside and then the door was opened, “Good morning uncle Jjongi!” She squealed and he placed his index finger in his lips and said, “Indoor voice, Luna. Not everyone is awake yet.”

The young girl placed her hand on her mouth, a muffled “oops” coming from her as she immediately rushed back to her playpen inside her father’s office.

He entered the office silently, only seeing Seonghwa with his hair down unlike his usual slicked back hairdo with his eyeglasses perked up in his nose. However, he wasn’t alone. Y/n was sitting in one of his couches in the office, hugging her knees close to her chest, looking as problematic as her brother.

“Did something happen?” He asked as he gave y/n the other half of the apple he’s holding, receiving a silent thank you from her. Jongho gave her a small smile then diverted his attention to her brother as he sat down on the chair in front of his table, “A penny for your thoughts, hyung?”

Seonghwa removed his glasses and massaged his temple and said, “Someone has y/n’s information and was planning to attack here in the manor by the time we leave tomorrow for the ball.” He opened a folder containing the files and information regarding the plotted attack, “I don’t know what to do. I’m planning to bring her along with us but that means she can get totally exposed to the mafia world. If I were to leave her alone here, it’s quite risky because you know.. Despite this place being my second guarded establishment, there’s still a 1% chance out of 99 that it can still be infiltrated. I can’t just make any of you stay here with her because that means I have to redo the plan for tomorrow.”

Jongho weighed his options for a while and said, “You actually can leave one of us here instead, hyung.”

Seonghwa looked at him as if he had grown another head, “You know I don’t function well when the eight of us are not complete. I even have to bring Yeosang alone with us even if he works in the mafia’s internal functions!”

“Yes I know, but think about it. Will you rather not function properly or live along, carrying the guilt that you could’ve saved your sister’s life by letting at least one of us stay here?” Jongho took one big bite of the remaining edible parts of his apple and threw it in the bin near Luna, making the girl amazed that her uncle was able to shoot it right there, “You’re bringing Luna and your wife back to her brother’s territory right? Why don’t I drop them off to her brother’s territory so I can bring y/n with me then we’ll go to my penthouse in the downtown.”

The mafia boss looked baffled, “You’re volunteering yourself to stay?!” He exclaimed and scoffed, “Jongho out of all people you-”

“Play the most important part in the mafia, I know.” He then glanced at y/n who just shrunk at her place even more, “But y/n plays the most important part in my life and I just want her to be safe.” Jongho said it in a quiet voice, enough for only Seonghwa to hear but he forgot how Seonghwa had told his own daughter to listen sharply in conversations and use her sharp ears well. It’s helpful most of the time but it brings them in trouble.

And now is one of those times. Luna suddenly gasped and pointed at Jongho, “Uncle Jjongie likes auntie!” She shrieks and clapped with a cute smile of hers, “Cousin, I want a baby cousin!”

Seonghwa face palmed himself, “Oh my goodness,” he then picked up Luna and placed him on his lap, “Luna what did daddy tell you before?”

Luna pouts and plays with her father’s hand, “Never get involved with adult conversation.”

Her father smiled and kissed the side of her head, “Don’t do that again, okay?” Luna nodded. “Oki, daddy.”

He then gave Jongho a look who now had his face planted on the desk and he took a quick glance at his sister who seemed shocked by the sudden revelation. He pats Jongho in his forearm, “Since Luna caused a bit of an issue, I think letting you go with my sister wouldn’t hurt the mafia a bit.” A small smile suddenly broke out in his face, “Besides, you said that your loyalty lies within my sister. Now, prove it to me.”

“No daddy, I want to go with you!” Luna tightened her hold on her father as tears streamed down her cute little face. Seonghwa held a pained look in his face as he tried his best to not fall for his daughter’s whines. He sat her down on the seat of Jongho’s audi and wiped her face, “Baby, you’ll be seeing me in three days time again. For now be good to your mom, okay?”

Luna nodded but then she asked, “Will mommy miss you too?”

Seonghwa’s wife laughed and planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, “Of course baby, mommy will miss daddy too. For now, be good to uncle Jongho and entertain him as he drives us to uncle Inseong’s place, okay?” Luna agreed to her mother’s statement, already standing near the driver’s seat where Jongho and y/n silently sat.

The tension between the two of them is not awkward but it’s full of repressed feelings that haven't been let out in the air. Jongho felt y/n’s hand crawling its way to his and gave it a squeeze of reassurance that they’ll talk and Jongho felt relieved that she’s willing to do so.

Now that Seonghwa had finished his temporary farewells to his little family, he went to Jongho’s side and smiled at him, “Take care of yourselves. I want my family to come back to me alive and whole.”

Jongho gave him a sincere smile, “I will, hyung. Finish the mission safely and look after my other big brother. Yunho can be quite clumsy when he’s on a killing streak.” They both laughed at that but still got an affirmation from his boss.

With finality, Jongho started to drive away from the manor.

He first dropped off Luna and her mother to the Kim territory before driving to his penthouse that is only used for undercover purposes or for times like this. It isn’t the first time that Jongho has his life on the line hence the reason why he doesn’t abandon this penthouse despite having been obligated to live in the manor.

He safely parked his car in his reserved parking space and helped y/n with her things. They didn’t talk, but it wasn’t an awkward silence as well. They rode the elevator that led to the highest floor in the building and Jongho punched in the password. Once his access was granted, he went inside along with y/n.

The girl behind him is so fascinated, “You own a place like this, wow.”

Jongho just smiled and put their bags down in the living room, “Your brother pays well.”

“How long do we have to stay here?” She said and ran her fingers in the framed pictures of him and his family along with his friends who now play the huge part in the mafia, “I kind of just want to stay here with you.” She added and giggled at the silly photo of the Ateez affiliates, especially when her own brother looked so offended with San and Wooyoung fooling around with him in the picture.

Jongho went behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He had done this a lot of times before but his affection hits differently now, “We can stay here as long as we want but Seonghwa said the maximum is one week.”

Plenty of time to talk, y/n thought and she glanced at Jongho over her shoulder, “Tired?” She asked and played with his hair.

The other shook his head a no, “Just enjoying your presence?”

“Should we move this to the bedroom?”

Jongho kept himself at a distance after that statement and looked at her teasingly, “I thought we’re going to talk?”

Y/n looked at him in disbelief, “Get your mind out of the gutter, we’re going to talk in the bedroom.” She said and elbowed Jongho at his side, earning a yelp of pain from him. She lets out a giggled and strutted towards what she assumed as Jongho’s room, the other just following her and guiding her when she nearly entered the wrong room.

Making herself comfortable in his bed, she called out for him, “Jjongie, cuddle me.”

Jongho lets out an amused snort, “I thought we’re going to talk?”

The female just glared at him and said, “We can cuddle while talking, you fucking asshole.” She pulled her down with him and said, “Beside, right after this talk we’ll be doing this a lot more.. hopefully.”

Jongho positioned himself properly and said, “Okay, what do you want to talk about first?”

Y/n did not speak for a while until she giggled, “Remember when we were kids? You gave me the last chocolate because you don't like sweets?”

The other laughed and ran his hand through her hair, “I remembered how you squealed so loud that your parents thought I was bullying you or something.” He suddenly breaks out into a smile, “I thought I was gonna die or something but then you helped me.”

She then took his other free hand and played with it, “We spent a lot of time growing up.”

“I know, we went through a lot of pain but I think the most painful one was when your parents announced that you have to go to Paris to study.” Jongho remembers that day clearly. He remembered how he comforted y/n as she cried into his arms, not wanting to leave her best friend behind.

But Jongho assured her, despite him getting teary, that he’ll wait for her no matter how long it takes for her to come back.

Jongho’s glad he did or else he wouldn’t have her here in his arms.

“You know, y/n, every single waking day without you, I always think of you. If you’re having fun, if you’re eating well or taking care of yourself. I even thought once if you’ve started dating someone and if you did, are you happy with him?” Jongho looked down only to see her looking up at him with eyes full of adoration, “Every single day, my feelings have not faded. I always planned the day where I’m going to tell you that I want to be with you. If you decided to go back to Paris, I’m willing to go back with you.”

“Jjongie, you’re being too serious.” Y/n teased as he poked his abdomen.

“You said we’re going to talk. You know that Luna just exposed me so I figured we’re going to talk about that.” He then huffed, “That brat.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my niece like that. She’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah but her father spoils her too much. If she’s not just cute I would’ve flicked her forehead already.”

Y/n just laughed and then suddenly squirmed. She relocated herself and straddled Jongho’s hips, “I like you too.”

Jongho smirked, “Oh yeah?”

She rolled her eyes at him, “When I said I want to have babies with you, I really mean it.”

Wanting to teased her more, Jongho urged, “Really? I thought we were just platonic flirting?”

“Choi Jongho!”

“Alright, I’m just kidding, come here.” He said and pulled her close to his chest. “From now on, I’m going to protect you with my whole being. I’ll swear on it up until the day that I die.”

“So it means you’re my boyfriend now, right?”

“It’s so lame but yes.”

Y/n just hummed contentedly and planted small kisses on his jaw, making him laugh, “If you want to give me kisses might as well do it on my li–”

He was suddenly cut off when he was silenced by a hungry kiss. He was taken aback but he reciprocated it in no time after he came up with the initial shock. His hands traveled down her waist until he reached the hem of the hoodie she was wearing, to which he figured was his, and inserted his hands inside of it where he could feel the warmth of her skin.

She whimpered in his mouth, making him tighten his hold on her waist. Jongho felt her pinch the back of his neck which prompted him to bite her lower lip.

After they ran out of air, Jongho sat her properly in the bed and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Thank you for your service.” Jongho bowed at the cashier who gave him no interest as he carried the plastic bag that contains their cup noodles, chips, sweets and drinks. He cupped his pants and some places in his body, making sure that his weapons are well hidden and secured.

Once he deemed himself secretly armed, he immediately went out and walked towards where his car was parked only to be grabbed by a hand to which he tried to resist until he felt a blade press towards his side.

“Where is she, Choi?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. Who are you?”

He heard the person behind him and dug their knife deeper in his side. He felt his own skin break, followed by a sting but Jongho still refused to talk about her.

“Tell me, Jongho then I’ll spare your life.”

He did not move but either way he slightly moved away from the knife and tried to move away but the person was able to match his speed which earned him a deep gash on his side. He groaned in pain but then earned him the upper hand as he landed a solid punch on the guy’s face and pulled out his knife strapped on his thighs and pushed it deep on the person’s side until they’re bleeding themselves out.

He immediately rushed to his car, not forgetting the plastic bag and drove himself as quickly as possible back to his penthouse.

—

Y/n was just chilling in the bedroom when he heard the door harshly open, making her jump from her spot.

Curious about the commotion, she went out and saw Jongho clutching his sides and muttering curses under his breath.

“Jongho? What happened?”

The guy in question looked at her and managed a smile, “Hey,” he croaked out weakly, “I bought us food.”

She studied the man in front of her and noticed that the side he’s clutching has crimson liquid coming out of his sides. With fear and concern overcoming her senses, she dumbly asked, “Is that… is that your blood?”

Jongho still managed to let out a weak laugh, “Don't go on shock with me, baby and help me.” He said and walked slowly, “Come on, doctor y/n. Don’t go useless on me.”

Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Right. Come on, let’s bring you to the bathroom.”

—

Immediately tending to her lover’s wounds, y/n made sure to take care of her well. The adrenaline rushed out of Jongho’s body immediately knocking him out to sleep.

Sighing deeply, she stared at his peaceful face. She knows that this is one of the risks of dating Jongho. She has to face that every single day, there’s a threat in their lives and a gun pointed at their heads. But either way, when it happens, she’s willing to tend him until death.

Her stupor was broken when she heard her own phone ringing. She stared at the caller’s ID first and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it’s her own brother calling.

“Hey, Hwa.” She greeted, a small smile making its way to y/n’s face, “Are you safe? How did it go?”

“It went successful,” Seonghwa said, triumph evident in his voice, “How are you and Jongho? You can now go home anytime. Yunho and the others were also able to eliminate the gang going after you.”

Y/n frowned as Jongho squirmed beside her and involuntarily let out a groan of pain, “I’m good but we might come home after three days. Jongho needs to rest.”

“Huh? What happened to him?”

“Got stabbed at his side and it’s quite deep. He lost some blood too, but don’t worry, I immediately tended him.”

Silence enveloped the two of them for a while until Seonghwa spoke, “Thank you y/n. I don’t know what he’ll do if you’re not there with him.”

“It’s nothing Hwa.” She smiled and then suddenly remembered something, “Oh by the way, I have something to ask you that I’ve been wanting to ever since I arrived.”

“Sure, hit me up.”

“Can I apply as the mafia’s doctor?”

“Captain Luna is speaking. Say your names, over!”

“Agent golden retriever is here, over.”

“Daddy night fury is here, over.”

“Mommy light fury is here, over!”

“Uncle mountain, over.”

“Wooyu uncle is here Captain Luna, reporting for duty!”

“Uncle Joongie here, little night light.”

“Uncle hehetmon is currently on duty!”

“Uncle Minki reporting to princess Luna for duty.”

Most of them had answered Luna from the walkie talkie but Seonghwa watched his own daughter frown and say, “Where is uncle Jelly Bear? Has anyone heard of Uncle Jelly Bear?”

There was no answer from the others and Seonghwa frowned. Jongho and y/n are supposed to be away for only a week but it’s already nearing a two, making Luna miss both of them terribly. Y/n always made sure to give him an update about Jongho’s recovery but the last few days, he received nothing.

Maybe they’re just too busy with each other.

He was cut off from his thoughts when his daughter let out a frustrated scream as her tears fell and threw the walkie talkie in her hand when she received no answer from Jongho.

Seonghwa immediately went to her side to calm her down when static signals were suddenly heard and a voice spoke, “Sorry, Uncle Jelly Bear was late but he’s home!”

Saved from another temper tantrum, Seonghwa thought as he carried Luna and talked to her, “Uncle Jjongie’s home baby, let’s go downstairs to meet them or do you want to wait for them to come up here and report to daddy?”

Luna pointed at the door and said, “Go downstairs please, daddy.”

Seonghwa smiled, “What a polite girl you are.”

The father and daughter duo immediately went downstairs just in time for them to see Jongho plant a kiss on y/n’s lips and pat her bum as he maneuvered her to the kitchen.

Luna then gasped, enough to be heard by the new couple and pointed at the two of them while looking incredulously at her dad, “Daddy, they did the thing that you and mommy do every day!”

Her father couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes baby, it’s because uncle Jongho and auntie y/n loves each other like how daddy loves your mom.”

The little girl clapped her hand excitedly and said, “Does that mean I get to have a younger cousin now?!”

Jongho tensed at the question while y/n just laughed and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at her boyfriend, “What do you say, Jongho?”

The man in question let out a pained smile, “Let’s get married first, okay?”

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