#I think it would be funny if I printed mini photos of him to put in my wallet...

[mrdinomaiz]

Jin Keisuke...

[sonicasura]

Rewatching Yu-Gi-Oh I find a lot of scenes that are very interesting and fantastic. One Mini-Episode Arc caught my attention though. The Master Of Magicians. This were we get too see someone else with a Dark Magician Card battle against Yugi and his Dark Magician.

This episode shows 2 sides of how both Dark Magicians react during the Shadow Game.

For Yugi's Dark Magician we see how when Yugi takes direct damage or gets hurt Dark Magician looks on in worry and fear for Yugi as there is nothing he can due because of being stopped by a Trap Card

These Photos just ooze with worry from the looks alone for Yugi during the Duel. I actually find it adorable how concerned Dark Magician is for Yugi and how he can't help protect him

Than we have the flip side of that with the other Dark Magician who wears red instead of purple. When Yugi's opponent is talking about sacrificing His Dark Magician with Ectoplasmer just too attack Yugi directly Dark Magician looks shocked and a betrayed that he would take such drastic steps just too attack Yugi. That he would sacrifice Dark Magician without a second thought along with all the cruel things he says about Dark Magician just being a Card too play and that's it. His expression are just perfect too

Just the you can't be serious look and Oh God he really does not care looks, really drive home that in Yu-Gi-Oh there is a good chance that your cards can actually hear you and they can react

I really like this Duel along with constant reverses that both Yugi and his opponent play on each other along with a lot of them being magic themed

On a much lighter note I find it funny too think that Dark Magician has Alts. The Card itself showed different art which makes me think that Pegasus for some reason just had like a lot of Dark Magician Cards with slightly different human designs along with robe colors made for some reason. Like it's so strange too think about just a Dark Magician appearing in a light blue or white colored robe depending on the Card print. Now I know this was done too distinguish the 2 from each other so people would not get confused but I just find it funny too think about that Pegasus just ok like 10 variations of 10 Dark Magician Art and threw it out into the world when no other Card has that odd design quirk

There could be multiple variants of Dark Magician in the Spirit World with the name serving more as a title one earns. Some cards are made by Pegasus while others manifest through their duel spirit. Plus when you consider how duplicates could be made, Arkana could've crafted copies from his original. I wouldn't put it past him.

I imagine Phos/Frontier shouting from the stands at Arkana. Obviously pissed with his treatment towards his own Dark Magician much to the monster's shock. Not even Kaiba does that to his deck.

I think it would be ironically poetic if Arkana's Dark Magician purposely faltered in his clash with Dark Magician Girl. Letting down his staff at the last few seconds as he's done with Arkana. The Dark Magician is an archetype to be respected and it clears this wielder doesn't.

Luckily he found someone who seems to not only understand that but doesn't have their own 'ultimate sorcerer': Phos/Frontier. Plus I figured a Dark Magician friendly rivalry would be a cool thing to explore.

[oscvlvmobscenvm]

Let me tell you a story that is just so fucking cute.

So, I was doing odd jobs around the classroom (I work in a school for kids with extreme social, emotional, mental health issues) with one of my students, and while he was helping me, we were taking it in turns to listen to songs. Every time it was my turn, I kept putting Ghost on, which prompted him to ask me about them. I explained who they are, and he asked to see a photo. I google searched Papa iii, because he happens to be my absolutely favourite of the bloodline, and I’m a little bit in love with him. 

My student found it very funny that I love Papa iii so much, so I played up to it a little bit to make him laugh. Every now and then, I would ask him to turn my staff laptop around so I could look at Papa’s face while I was working and he giggled and would turn the laptop around for me. He asked me why I like him so much and I told him, like the big dork that I am, that every time I see his face I get a little serotonin boost. He asked what serotonin was and I explained that it’s the chemical in your brain that helps make you happy. Every now and then I would keep asking him to turn the laptop screen around, because every time I did, one, I got my serotonin boost, but two, my student laughed. Eventually he said ‘I’m going to just print you off a picture of him so you can keep it with you and don’t keep having to look at the laptop’, which he did. Another pupil thought he was being funny and crumpled up the photo - this annoyed the student who had printed it off, and he said he would print off another, bless his little cotton socks.

So he ends up making me what is essentially a Papa iii mini poster. He set it out kind of like a collage and gave it to me. The day after he did this, I was set to teach in the other building of our school, so I wouldn’t see my students until Friday. My student knew I wanted to stay with our class, but had to help out because of staff shortages. He told me to take the poster with me, so that if I needed to, during the day, if I got stressed or upset, I could look at it and get my little serotonin boost. HOW FUCKING ADORABLE IS THAT?

When I came back to the main building on Friday, he announces to me that he’s had ‘Cirice’ stuck in his head since Tuesday, and that he thinks Ghost are actually pretty good. One of my colleagues told me he kept asking to put Ghost on and kept calling it ‘satanic music’ and was grooving along to it. My heart was so full.

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Love in the 21st - Jay Halstead Fic - Three

"We got a name, Omar Rojas." I said loudly as me and Jay got back up to the bullpen, going over to the printer and grabbing his photo that I had printed on the way here, wireless is a wonderful thing, and slapping it up on the board next to the two who are now headless.

"Alright, this guys got priors for drugs, assault, carrying a weapon, the usual. Except he is a member of the Columbian Cartel." Jay explained as he took a seat on the edge of his desk.

"Good job, see if there's anything else you can dig up on this guy, friends, family, known locations." He instructed just as his phone rang. "Excuse me."

A whistle coming from the top of the stairs caught everyone's attention, Al had been over to the academy and pulled someone out to help us out. The guy he had got was tall and he had dark blonde/brownish hair.

"Guys, this is Adam Ruzek, Adam this is intelligence." He briefly introduced before he looked over at Erin. "Where's Voight?"

"Uh, he took a call, he went down the hall." She answered nodding her head in the direction he went, with a nod Al made his way past.

"Antonio Dawson, welcome to intelligence." Dawson got up and introduced himself, everyone following suit as they met the second newbie today, sighing to myself slightly I stood up and walked over being the last one to introduce myself.

"Hey, Kylie Platt fellow newbie." I smiled shaking his hand, that were real soft by the way.

"Adam Ruzek, and I wasn't told there was another newbie." He smiled looking down at me.

"Uh yeah, I was transferred here this morning, although I didn't know I would be in intelligence until a couple days before I started." I laughed slightly thinking back to how shocked I was when Trudy first told me.

"We must be real good at what we do then." He joked winking at me, he was about to say something else before he was interrupted.

"Hey Kylie, wanna grab a coffee?" Erin asked coming up besides me with a 'let's go' kind of look on her face.

"Uh, yeah sure." I said kind of unsure giving Adam a small smile before following Erin into the break room.

"Listen, I just wanted to let you know that if I was you, I wouldn't get romantically involved with anyone here." She smiled slightly pouring herself a cup of coffee as I made myself a tea, never a fan of coffee.

"What? Adam? I just met the guy like five minutes ago." I said confused.

"No, I don't mean him I just mean in general, ya girls have gotta look out for each other, I'm mainly letting you know because of Voight, he really does not approve of in-house romances." She said with a slight smile grabbing her mug before walking out into the bullpen.

"Hey Erin." I called making her look back over her shoulder. "Thank you, for the advice." I smiled receiving one in return.

"There's one last hit, I've arranged a meet with another deal Xavier." Voights voice booms as he strolls into the bullpen, putting yet another picture up on the board. "Ruzek you're up, you're gunna pose as a buyer and get this guy to set you up with his boss." Voight pointed at the newest newbie.

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The meet was a success, the Xavier guy was quick to roll on another guy, his whereabouts currently being traced by Chicago's finest tech whizz Sheldon Jin, speaking of which.

"I got a location boss." His voice sounded from the hallway as he practically ran through to Voight's office.

"Alright, lets gear up, Platt you ride with me." He said nodding to me.

"Uh, yes, Sarge." I nodded as he walked away. "Okay, what did I do?" I asked the rest of the guys who were getting ready to move out.

"Probably for your baseball practice earlier."Jay grinned as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What baseball practice?" Antonio asks as we make our way down to the armory.

"You haven't heard how we got Omar's name?" He asked looking over at me with a sly grin on his face.

"I haven't, how'd you get it?" Adam asked as the rest of them shook their heads that they didn't know either.

"It was simple, he told us, anything Jay says is a lie." I lied narrowing my eyes at Jay.

"That doesn't sound right." Adam chuckled going along with Jay, Jackass.

"It's not, mini Platt here took the guys bat and started swinging it around the store, there was shit flying everywhere. He was so pissed man." Jay laughed loudly, the rest of the team joining in.

"Ha ha ha, you're real funny, you know that?" I laughed sarcastically.

"Come on mini Platt, I've already told you it was badass, Voight probably just wants to know if it went down the way he was told or something." Jay said throwing his arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, oh and by the way until you stop with the 'mini Platt' nickname you've got going on, you will be further known as chuckles." I smile sarcastically at him as the rest of the team got geared up.

"That'll never stick." He laughed shaking his head checking my vest was secure, just as Adam walked back in.

"We're ready to roll, you guys good?" He asked looking between my narrowed eyes and Jay's laughing face.

"We're good man, right mini Platt?" He chuckled raising an eyebrow at me.

"Wait, it just clicked, you're the niece aren't you." Adam asked wide eyed as he looked down at me.

"You're way too good for intelligence Ruzek." I laughed sarcastically patting his chest, turning and walking out towards the cars, hearing Jay's laughter as I went. "C'mon Chuckles we've gotta go!" I yelled grinning back at him as I watched how the laughter stopped and he narrowed his eyes at me for a change.

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We were about five minutes away from our location when Voight turned to look at me slightly before looking back at the road again, this is all the fifteen minute drive has been, him looking at me every now and again.

"Hey, did I do something wrong?" I asked looking at the side of his face, watching how a small smirk made its way onto his ever resting bitch face.

"I heard about what happened in that store." He said without looking at me.

"I didn't hurt anybody and I got the name, what's the issue?" I asked shrugging my shoulders. "I mean sure some of his goods are now unsaleable but that's his fault for not telling me when I first asked." I carried on looking out of my window.

"You did good kid." He smiled at me as he stopped the car before something behind me caught his attention. "Damn it." He muttered as he got out of the car and went over to a guy wearing a suit, who I believe is the Lieutenant from violent crimes.

"Approaching the apartment now." Jules' voice came through on the com as her, Antonio, Erin and Jay made their way inside the building.

"You didn't think to tell me this why?!" Voights yell carried through the air, grabbing his walkie. "Suspect is believed to be in the building! I repeat Pulpo is in the building." He yelled into his radio just as gunshots were heard coming from the apartment block.

"Officer down! Officer down! Jules has been hit in the neck!" Erin's panicked voice came through the coms causing my blood to run cold.

"Pulpo's heading out the back exit of the building, he's armed." Antonio's breathless voice came through the radio.

"All units go! This guy shot one of our own, I don't care if he walks out." Voight ordered, nodding I took off knowing exactly what he meant, if you get the shot, take it.

"He's heading south through the alley that runs along the north side of the building." Adam's voice came through.

Stopping in my tracks I turned around jumping in one of the SUV's and taking off to where I knew that the exit to the alley was. Just as I made it to the alley a loud bang was heard as a body ran straight into the side of the car, falling to the ground with a thud, jumping out I raised my weapon and held my aim on the guy groaning in pain on the floor.

"Chicago PD! Stay down and put your hands behind your head," I yelled kicking the gun that he'd dropped away from him, Jay and Adam appearing seconds after. "What's up chuckles, too quick for you?" I laughed as he knelt down and cuffed Pulpo.

"Smart thinking." Adam panted leaning up against the car with a small smile on his face.

"Why, thank you." I smiled helping Jay stand Pulpo up and shove him in the back of the car.

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"My god, I can not wait to go home and just forget all about today." I muttered from my place infront of Trudy's desk as I nurse my now cold cup of tea. Jules didn't make it, the bullet that hit her caught an artery, she had bled out before she'd even made it to med.

"I know Kyles, I still can't believe that he kept the fact that the bastard was in the building, if he would've just told Voight she'd still be alive." Trudy muttered narrowing her eyes at a figure who was in the captains office. Lieutenant Belden of violent crimes, absolute scum if you ask me.

Nodding in agreement I turned round just as Belden left the office, bad timing for him though as an extremly pissed off Voight stormed into the building.

"You did this!" He yelled as he charged at Beldon shoving him into the wall behind him. "You got her killed!" He yelled pointing his finger in his face.

Trudy was quick to come round and push him away, pushing against his chest as other officers grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Not the time or place Sergeant." Trudy told him seriously as she let go and pointed upstairs. "Go on." She told him receiving a slight glare from him before he stormed off slamming the gate behind him.

"Everyone back to work!" She yelled at the patrolmen who were stood watching the scene unfold. They quickly went back to their business. "And that, is just a taste of why you do not mess with Hank Voight and his unit." She sighed walking back round to her side of the desk.

"Platt, get back upstairs now." Voight's loud voice caught me off guard as he rushed back down the stairs and past the desk towards the garage type place where the cage sits, our private interview room for pieces of shit such as Pulpo. Which is currently where Antonio is, hopefully beating him senseless for what he did to Jules.

"What's going on Sarge?" I asked as me and Trudy looked at him confused.

"Antonio's son has been kidnapped." He said lowly before he went, I'm guessing, to the cage to get Dawson.

"Oh shit." I muttered to myself spinning round and sprinting up the stairs to intelligence.

[btsmakesmehappy]

Palate Cleanser | 1

Genre: Agent au, friends with benefit (sort of), Stranger to lover, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

Pairing: Agent!Taehyung x Baker!reader

Word Count: 5,6k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: broken heart, cursing.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 completed

Summary: Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

a/n: Hello again! This mini series is a continuation from Broken Vase. You can read it as as a standalone, but it’s better if you read it first for better understanding! As always, english is not my first language, so I would really appreciate if you give me correction or any suggestion. Please tell me if you want to be added on the taglist!

Also this is gonna be a part of The Company series (Click it for agents’ description!). Please look forward for it!

Taehyung walks mindlessly in the city. It is already noon, but still, he doesn’t want to go back to the company. The sun shines brightly like it is mocking him. And how the roads are full of couples, it is like hell to him. He hates it. He wants to be with someone too. Someone whose hand he can hold in the middle of a busy street. Not just someone, but someone he truly loves. That particular one who chooses Namjoon over him. He knows that the girl loves Namjoon deeply. He always knows it. Yet he refuses to acknowledge it. He thought that if he stays with her by her side, she will reciprocate his feelings. But it is just a mere hope. Love is not that simple.

His phone vibrates inside his pocket. He looks at it only to find Jimin is calling him. “What do you want, chim?” He then moves to the sidewalk, to take the call. His back leans onto a brick wall.

“Hello to you too. Where the fuck are you? The meeting is in 5 minutes, you know!” Jimin yells from the telephone. Taehyung taps his foot impatiently, waiting for Jimin to stop his blabbering. “Just come here fast!”

Taehyung interrupts, “I am not coming.”

There is silence on the phone and when Taehyung wants to turn his phone off, Jimin yells again. “Are you crazy? The meeting is about our mission in Hawaii. All of the agents who worked in it must be present. Our boss and that girl are gonna ask me about you.”

Taehyung can feel his heart stop for a bit after hearing about that girl. The girl he loves. But still, he doesn’t want to meet her. He is not ready. She will be together with Namjoon in the meeting. A sight he never wants to see. “Just act like you don’t know anything! I am hanging up!” Taehyung hangs up before Jimin replies back. He then turns his phone off and puts it again inside his pocket.

Yes, he thinks that it is not professional for him to avoid Namjoon and the girl. He doesn’t hate them, Hell no. Namjoon is one of his best friends and so does she. But he still needs a moment to mourn, to finally moving on. He sighs and walks again. His stomach grumbles. He hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday. He doesn’t even believe it himself. He thinks that only women will have anorexic as a breakup phase. But it seems, losing appetite applied for every human being who is brokenhearted.

His feet stop in front of a small bakery. It has a blue color outside and yellow inside, a rare combination since some people think that blue is not an appetizing color. He decides to buy some bread and eat it in the park, he is not in the mood of any rice right now. He just needs something to fill his empty stomach. The bell in the door rings as he opens it.

He is welcomed by delicious smells of freshly-baked bread. He takes a tray and walks around. Somehow the smells make his stomach growls even louder. After many considerations, he chooses a bread with red bean paste and butter and also an egg sandwich. He also takes a coke from the chiller and walks to the cashier.

He puts the tray in the cashier and his eyes wandering around the small bakery. The bakery itself is cozy, with some corners full of cute photo spots. There is only some seating area in front of the cashier. Taehyung is nodding at the rhythm of the music when his eyes dart at a little placard with a hand-written scribble beside the cashier.

Girls get 50% off

Taehyung frowns his brows and asks. “Why do only girls get 50% off?”

You raise your head. “Because all men are trash.” You reply dryly.

Taehyung gawks with that sudden explanation. “I’m sorry, what?”

Just before you say anything to the random guy, someone hit your head. “What the fuck, Hani? Why did you hit me?” you touch your head and look at another girl, Hani, who holds a rolling pin in her hand.

Hani then grabs the placard and tears it into pieces. “How many times did I tell you not to use this stupid ‘girl only’? You want us to go bankrupt?” She then throws it into the trash can. Hani turns to the man in the suit in front of them. “I am really sorry sir.”

“Why? I said the truth!” you shrug. Hani then glares at you, which shuts you up. “Fine. You handle this then.” you then walk to the back, to the kitchen, while Hani handles the cashier.

Taehyung is flabbergasted. His eyes following your back. What a weird girl. “So, how much?”

Hani then smiles, “2700 won. Would you want to pay with cash or card?” Taehyung gives her an exact amount. “Oh, this is a free cookie for you. It’s a new recipe.”

Taehyung takes the paper bag and nods politely. “Thank you.”

“Thank you! Please come again!” She yells to the girl as Taehyung walks out of the door. He can hear how the weird girl is being yelled at. Somehow he finds it amusing and funny, not at all weird.

He walks to the nearby park and sits on the bench. He puts the paper bag beside him. He looks at the bag. Palate Cleanser. A weird name for a bakery. It should be used for an ice cream parlor or that kind of stuff, but instead, they use it in a goddamn bakery. Well, not only the people working there are weirdos, the bakery itself is weird too.

He chuckles. Taehyung loves unusual stuff. He was once scolded by the higher-ups when he showed up in the Company in a pajama set and the other time in a suit with some doodles on the back. It is just his fashion sense, and everybody in the Company just looked at him like he was crazy. Why can't he be the unique one? It’s not that he bothers anyone with his habit nor his fashion sense. He opens the sandwich first and bites it. Not bad. Maybe he will come to that weird bakery again.

“What the fuck, Y/n? You almost scared him away!” Hani yells at you. She puts her hand on her hips. It may be the fifth time she yelled at you about this, this week.

You shrug. “So what? That is my intention anyway.” You open the kitchen cabinet and pull out a sack of flour, chocolates, caramel, and a bottle of peanut butter.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “He just wanted to buy some bread for god sakes. Not making a move at you!”

You look away and walk to the kitchen island to make another batch of cookies. “Men still are trash.” You said as you rolled your sleeves.

Hani just shakes her head. “Not all men are trash.”

“They are!” you yell. “You lucky you found a good one.”

“Enough with the stubbornness!” She sighs. “Fine then, just think like that. But don’t you ever put that placard again! People would think that this bakery is a lesbian crib, you fucker.” Hani stomps her foot to the front, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You sigh. I hope I am a lesbian, maybe It’s just better that way. You begin to measure the cookie ingredients. Your mind wanders freely as your hands work. You have done this for almost 5 years now, and you can measure a basic cookie dough subconsciously.

It’s because of Youngjae.

It was maybe the lowest point in your life. You found Youngjae naked in the bed with your college friend who you thought was your best friend. But frankly, she was just a bitch. Youngjae was your boyfriend for 3 years, you dated him in the last year of high school. He was kind, handsome, and smart, basically a grade-A boyfriend. You thought you were blessed for having a nice boyfriend. You gave all of you to him. But apparently, he cheated you all the time in your relationship. For 3 fucking years.

You are glad that you have a nice family and friends to help you through it. You cried, starved yourself, and did not take a bath for weeks in your break up. Hani is one of your friends that supports you in that hard time. Instead of just depressed and sad, she helped you move on. She was the one who printed huge ass banners that said ‘Youngjae got herpes’ with his photo and stuck it on every surface in your college. It probably cost you some dates but you were happy and satisfied. You were relieved that you got out of that unhealthy relationship. But still, you despise all of the men in this world.

You studied hard after that, took patisserie classes, not bothered by guys and dating. You get on your feet and finally, you open a bakery in the middle of the city with your best friend. It is like a successful revenge. Even that jerk ruined your life, you still have your best friend and a great job that you have always dreamt of.

You always love baking since you are just a little kid. You love the moment when you wait in front of the oven. You love to see how all the raw ingredients turn into an edible one. And you love to give your food to people, you love seeing their reaction. There was even a time when you made bread with a miso paste fillings. It was a horrible combination that made Hani and your family throw up. But you love trying new things, or just watching them trying your disgusting food.

You put the cookies in the oven. This time you made a batch of sumbitches, cookies filled with peanut butter, chocolate, and caramel. It is your bakery’s special and most favorite one because your customers are mostly girls. Who says that the girls need love? Well, who needs love if you can eat chewy, sweet, salty, and crunchy fresh baked cookies while watching Netflix?

Taehyung decides to go back to the Company after his lunch. He is racking his brain to avoid the other guys. He looks at his watch. The meeting should be over in an hour. He better moves faster. He speed-walks to his cubicle, nodding at everyone in his way. It is not that he has a job to do. He hasn’t got a new mission yet, so he basically can slack around. He sits on his chair. It’s been a while since he moved back to this city. He always chose to be located in other countries as an asset. He loves to interact with new people and to be in a new environment, not stuck in this tiny cubicle in a suit. But after that Hawaii Mission, the boss orders him to return to the head office, and well, he can’t refuse. Even Yoongi, who was an asset in Hawaii, ordered his return too.

He moves his chair around. He is bored. Maybe he is going to ask Jungkook to play with him. Oh but Jungkook is at the meeting. He sighs as he props his hand under his chin.

“Tae! Where have you been?” It’s the voice he wants to avoid the most. She walks to his cubicle with her bag on her shoulder. He can see the scar on her cheek is not as red as before, since it was from two weeks ago. “You are lucky, the Boss didn’t ask for you!”

He smiles sheepishly. “Ah, right. I kinda forget. So how is the meeting?”

She looks at him suspiciously and puts her arms across her chest. “Yoongi found that Ji Seok had contacted some people before he came to Hawaii. So, we need to investigate them. They sound suspicious from what Yoongi told us before. We thought that they might be the newest members of the Black.”

He tilts his head. “I’m sorry. We?” He is fine with another job to save him from boredom, but to work with her again? It’s just uncomfortable.

She laughs, “Oh, I am sorry. I mean you, Yoongi, Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok. Everyone except me and Namjoon. Can you believe that?”

Taehyung raises one of his eyebrows. At some point, he feels relief that he won’t work with her. “What? Why?”

“Namjoon is getting his ‘punishment’ and sent away to teach the recruits and as for me, I have finally decided to go on therapy.” She smiles proudly.

His jaw drops, “Oh my God! I am so glad you decided to do that!” He stands and hugs her tightly. “What makes you change your mind?”

She returns the hug. “Well, Namjoon kinda talked me into it. I was afraid I would get fired, at first. But he told me that if I get fired, he will leave too.” She laughs. “And after that, I gathered all of my courage to tell our Boss. Fortunately, he doesn’t fire me and encourages me to go to therapy. They told me to think about myself first.”

He gulps and gives a faint smile. “I am so happy for you.”

She then releases his hug. “I want to talk to you more, but I must go to my first session. Talk to you soon, okay?” she then waves and walks to the tall man standing beside the door. The tall man smiles and then puts his arms behind her back and walks with her happily. She never smiles like that before and if Namjoon is the only one who can make her happy, he will gladly let her go. Even if his heart aches whenever he sees her with Namjoon, he will be happy for her. He tries to be happy for her.

He needs to move on. He must let her go.

He drowns in his thoughts, not realizing Jimin walks to him. “Hey, bro. How are you?” Jimin has always been his best friend. They both went to college together and finally decided to work in the same place, Taehyung works in the field area, whereas Jimin works as a handler. Her handler. And Jimin was the one who introduced her to Taehyung.

Taehyung sighs. “So-so.”

Jimin pats his shoulder. “I know. You are doing good, by the way. I am so proud of you.” Jimin always knows about Taehyung’s love for her. It’s not that he is not supporting it, but Jimin has always known that the girl loves Namjoon, since a long time ago. Basically, he is stuck in between helping Taehyung, his best friend, or helping the girl. But love is not that simple, and can’t be controlled with a mere human being like him. It just goes with the flow like a log in the river. And unlucky for Taehyung, the log flows to another stream. “Just tell me if you want to hit the strip club okay? Hoseok is waiting for it too.”

“Haha. Yeah right.” Taehyung shrugs. “Maybe next couple of years.”

“Dude. Why are you so pessimistic about it? You are going to move on soon.”

Taehyung glares at him. “I have loved her for 3 years, okay? It’s not that simple to unlove someone you love.”

Jimin sighs. “You know what? I think you need a palate cleanser.”

Taehyung knits his brows. “What? Why do I need that bakery?”

“What bakery?” He asks back. “No, what I mean is you need some sex to help you get over her! And then you can get ready for a new one.”

“So, you suggest that I should hook up with a prostitute?” He crosses his arms across his chest, finding Jimin’s suggestion to be amusing. Amusing as Jimin who is a hopeless romantic and has been in love with his childhood friend since he was a kid suddenly told him to get a one night stand.

“Eww. No! Just look for a girl, you stupid. Hang out more.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Shouldn’t it be easier to find a prostitute?”

Jimin’s nose scrunches in disgust. “If you say a prostitute again, I won’t ever talk to you.” He then drops a binder on Taehyung’s desk. “Anyway, this is the data for our mission. Jin said that we would have a meeting tomorrow, so you should study it. Oh, did I mention that I am joining the fieldwork too? Finally, I don’t need to stay in front of my computer. I am so thrilled!”

“Wow, congrats bro.” Taehyung pats his shoulder and takes the binder and opens it. “But you should practice your gun skill more then.”

“Right! I think I will practice after this. Alright then, if you need other data just tell me, okay? I’ll see you soon.” Jimin then walks away.

Taehyung drifts his attention to the binder. It looks like there are 3 suspects. They have been contacted by Ji Seok for at least ten times in the last 3 months before Ji Seok is caught. The First suspect is Byun Baekhyun, he went to the same college with Ji Seok, now working in a restaurant in the city. The contacts all happened in his restaurant, with no telephone trace. The second suspect is Park Chanyeol, he lived in the same neighborhood with Ji Seok. He now works as a journalist in a food magazine, last seen with Ji Seok at a work party. The last suspect is Jung Eunji, she has no connection with Ji Seok, but her credit card was used to buy a plane ticket to Hawaii.

His forehead furrows. There is still not enough data to capture them, which means they needed to go to the field to investigate. Another troublesome mission. But at least, he won’t be stuck in front of his computer.

It is the morning. You wake up lazily. You are not a morning person. Even though you have a job which requires you to go to work at 6 am for years, you still go to bed after midnight. You always have other activities that make you busy, either you watch movies or read books. Well, not books. You have been using Tumblr for almost 10 years now. That application has occupied your browser history for almost 10 years, and that is the only reason why people never get to see your phone, there are too many links to your favorite smut authors. There is no way people can see that. Basically it’s just like porn, but you always think that it is more than that. Smut is just full of artistic things too. You love how the author writes such a poetic description of humping with emotional touches which make you cry until 2 in the morning. Well, you did other stuff too besides crying. Let’s just say that not only your face is wet.

You take a quick shower before you go to work. You wrap your body in a towel and pick your clothes for today in the closet. You never go to work in classy clothes, usually, you just wear a t-shirt and jeans, you have to change into your kitchen clothes later after all. You wear your black t-shirt and your ripped jeans quickly, then after tying your hair into a messy bun, you grab your jacket and your purse on the couch. You should go now if you don’t want to be late, or getting scolded by Hani. You shudder in reflex.

It is still chilly in the morning. You keep thinking to yourself, why you hate morning so much when you love the morning weather and how empty the road is, like you own it. You yawn. Well, you hate the wake-up part in the morning. You hate to leave the comfort and the warmth of your blanket.

The walk from your apartment to your bakery is not that long. You are lucky to find such an affordable apartment in the middle of the city. It is small, but it is still livable and pretty. It is close to many things, like the market, train station, and even your bakery. It is a pity you don’t live with Hani. You were going to be Hani’s roommate when you first moved to the city, but now she lives with his boyfriend, Jackson. That’s why, when you first saw the ad of your apartment, you called it without any further thinking.

You arrive at the bakery as you sigh in relief for not seeing Hani’s head inside. Lucky to you, she won’t scold you for this morning. You unlock the door and go straight to your locker room to change your clothes. You then skillfully sweep, mop, and wash all the dishes. And after an hour, you begin to prepare your today’s bread. It’s just your usual menu in your bakery. While you are preparing the dough, your mind wanders, where the hell is Hani?

It’s almost 9 am, and you still can’t find Hani anywhere. You wanted to call her, but as clumsy as you are, you left your phone in your apartment. So you just hope that Hani is fine but her ass will not because you are gonna kick her ass for letting you prepare the bread alone. You sigh as you walk to the front door to turn the sign to ‘Open’.

It has always been a hectic morning for two people to make, display the bread, and handle the customers. And now you are the only one here. It is basically like a war. You still feel lucky, to have people loving your bread. But after 2 hours of working alone, you are admitting defeat. You change the sign on the door to ‘Still baking’ and run to the kitchen to bake some more. It is the only thing you could think of right now. All the bread this morning has already sold out, after all. You are never a multi-tasking girl. So it seems fair for you to work in this type of situation or you will go insane.

Your next batch of bread is already in the oven, and you finally can take a breather. You look at your clock on the wall, it’s almost noon, and Hani is still nowhere to be seen. You begin to worry, but it’s not like you can leave the bakery alone. Then the bell on the door rings. You almost run to the front to yell at Hani for coming so late, but instead Hani, it is a guy.

It’s a guy from yesterday.

He wears a different suit from yesterday, now he is wearing a navy one. His curly hair falls on his forehead smoothly, framing his frowning brows. “Are you close or something?” he asks after he observes your display area.

“My friend is a little late, so I work alone right now.” You give a half-smile, a business one. “If you do mind, you can come back for an hour for the bread. Can’t you see the sign on the door?”

He turns his sculpted face to the door, “Oh, right. Sorry.” He then walks to the seating area, “Can I wait here?”

You bite your lip. But before you say anything to him to forbid him, your alarm in the kitchen rings. You snarl and walk back to the kitchen. “Your call.” You begin to pick your bread and put it to the cooling rack. You then put the already cool one to the plastic back to put it on the display later. Your eyes leer to the guy sitting casually in the seating area in front of the cashier. The presence of a man close to you is kind of uncomfortable.

Taehyung looks at you from the kitchen window. It is a big glass window to show what’s going on inside the kitchen. And that noon, the window lives to its purpose, he can see what you are doing inside. He can see how uncomfortable you are. How you fidget every time you have nothing on your hand. How your eyes sometimes leer at him. It is his ability to know body language, he is an agent, after all. He knows that you are nervous.

Since you told him that all men are trash yesterday, he still thinks of you as a weird girl. Somehow he is drawn to you. At first, he thought it was just a joke or a prank, but seeing how awkward you are when you see him, he realizes that you do hate men. And he thinks it’s really adorable.

You then go out from the kitchen with a pan of freshly baked bread and walk to the display. You put them neatly, quietly, trying not to mind him, while mentally praying for Hani to come sooner.

“Wow, you really do hate men, don’t you?” He asks abruptly.

His deep voice startled you. Your empty pan falls to the ground as the impact, making a loud noise in the room. You then give him a dirty look. “Pardon?”

He walks to the display area, casually observing the bread. He then takes a piece of bread. “I thought it just a joke when you said all men are trash.” He walks back to his chair, opens the plastic, and bite the bread.

You raise one of your eyebrows. “So?” You ask without batting an eye.

“Nothing. Just find it amusing.”

You walk to the chair in front of him and pull it. You sit there facing him. “You have a problem with that?”

“No.” Taehyung throws his last bite to his mouth and chews it quickly. He inches forward to your face. “Let me guess. Hm.. You got dumped, didn’t you?”

You widen your eyes. “No, I didn’t! I was the one who dumped him!” You put your hand on your mouth. What the hell are you doing telling strangers that?

He hums and folds his arms across his chest. “Okay, let me try again.” He studies you for a bit. “Your boyfriend cheated on you with your friend?”

Your jaw drops and you can feel a flush crept on your face. “How do you know?” You ask in a shock.

He smirks and shrugs confidently. “I am just that good you know.” He chuckles. “Actually no, I just guessed it.”

Just when you wanted to reply to him, the door opened harshly. And there you find your best friend rushing towards you. “Oh my God, Y/N! I am sorry.”

You observe her from the top to her feet, well, she seems fine. That’s the important thing. You sigh. “Where have you been?”

“Jackson got sick so I took him to the hospital. I have been calling you for a hundred times, where is your phone?” Hani asks. You can see her face is bare, she didn’t even draw her eyebrows.

“I left it at home. Is Jackson okay?”

Hani takes off his jacket and rolls her sleeves. “Yeah, just a little infection, he will be fine.” She looks around the bakery. “I can’t believe you open this yourself, I feel terrible.”

You wave your hands. “It’s okay. But I think we should hire a part-timer. It has been a hell for me.”

She rubs her chin. “Yes, I think it is time for us to have a helper.” Hani then looks to the side to find a man there. “I am sorry. Am I interrupting something?” She smiles.

Taehyung smiles back and laughs. “Not really. We just discussed about her hatred of men. I got free bread for guessing the reason right!”

“It’s not free-“

You are interrupted by Hani’s laughter. “It is ridiculous, right? I talked to her all the time that not all men are like that.” Her voice then quieten. “I even told her to find a palate cleanser, you know. And, this is a lil bit TMI. But actually, it’s the reason why we use that name for our bakery.”

Palate cleanser. Taehyung then remembers what Jimin said to him yesterday. And an idea comes to his head.

You push Hani’s back to the locker room. “Alright, alright. Just go change already.” She follows your instruction as she waves to Taehyung.

Taehyung looks at his watch and then gathers his stuff and rises from his chair. He walks towards you and he holds out his hand to you. “I am Taehyung.”

You take his hand after many considerations. “Y/N.”

Taehyung smiles. He then takes his wallet out from his pocket and pulls out a card. A black name card. “This is my number. If you are interested in the palate cleanser thing,” he then forcefully puts the name card on your hand, “please give me a call.” He winks and Taehyung walks away to the door, leaving you speechless on the spot.

You are stunned, seeing the card on your hand. After a few seconds, you realize. You ran outside to catch him. “Hey, you haven’t paid!” but Taehyung has vanished in the crowded road.

“Finally!” Jimin yells. All of the 5 members gather in the meeting room, with Jin in the middle. It’s already 15 minutes past the meeting time. Taehyung walks faster and sits beside his friend.

Jin sighs, “I swear to God, if you are late one more time, I will kick your ass in the practice room.” He shifts his eye to Jungkook beside him. “Actually, I will ask Jungkook to do it.”

Taehyung being such a brat, like he always does, shrugs. “Fine. I am sorry. Please continue the meeting.”

Jin pouts and rolls his eyes. “What I am saying is, we need to gather as many pieces of information from the 3 suspects and they should know nothing. The Black is still an influential organization. We must be careful not to attract any attention.”

Hoseok raises his hand. “But actually, haven’t we attracted the attention already by capturing the leader in Hawaii?”

“That’s true. But most of the new members seem to be a rookie in this field, they haven’t been that loyal to him. For short, they are terrified. They will do whatever they take to throw all of the evidence that shows they’re in the organization right away. That’s why it’s our chance to dig a little deeper.” Jin continues.

“So what is the plan?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi rises from his seat and connects his laptop. He then shows all of the suspect’s profiles. “Jin and I already talked to our boss. We think that we should divide ourselves into groups to tail them.”

“So, Jimin and Yoongi will investigate Jung Eunji. Taehyung and Hoseok will investigate Park Chanyeol, and the last, Jungkook and I will investigate Byun Baekhyun.” Jin folds his hands across his chest. “You will be needed to submit your report every single day at 00.00. Just tailing, no harsh approaches. If they suspect something, you will retreat and report to me. We don’t need another attraction. Are we clear?”

All of the members nod and rise from their seats as Jin dismisses them. Taehyung walks to Hoseok. “So do we get a stake-out van?”

It is almost midnight but you still can’t fall asleep. You move your body anxiously on the bed, trying to get comfortable. Finally, you surrender. You pick your phone, scrolling on Tumblr. It is a bad idea actually. You always think that reading some stories will make you go to sleep, but instead, you feel excited and end up reading fifteen chapters of 10k stories. But tonight, you can’t find other stories to read.

You sigh. Your mind begins to wander. And suddenly Taehyung pops out in your mind. A palate cleanser, huh? It is tempting actually. He looks nice. Well, nice doesn’t do justice to him. You have never found a guy as handsome as him. It really makes nonsense to you. His beauty is beyond words. And to have such a guy to offer you such service, you must be dreaming.

Or, is he a prostitute? That’s why he looks so ethereal!

You turn your headlamp on and walk to your purse, where you kept his name card. You look at it carefully on both sides. It is just a simple card, with simple ‘Kim Taehyung’ written in gold in the center, with his email and phone number under it and ‘The Company’ on the other side of the card. It seems too sophisticated for a prostitute’s agency, well, not that you ever got it though. Or is he like an exclusive prostitute?

Should I just text him? You sit on your couch. You input his number on your phone and hit the message button. What should I send? You tap your phone on your chin. You have never texted a guy since college. It is lame actually. Whenever you got a guy’s number, you always ignore it. But now, you just got the feeling that you can ignore Taehyung.

You walk to your pantry, pouring a glass of wine, and bring the bottle to the couch. You begin to type.

To Taehyung: Hey...

You knit your eyebrows, what are you? A high schooler? You can do better than this. You delete and begin typing again. You gulp the wine in one shot and pour another glass.

To Taehyung: Dear, Kim Taehyung. I was happy to receive your number and I hope to see you again.

Are you his business partner? Damn, woman. Just type casually. You drink your wine again. Typing and deleting, and drinking. For several hours. Until you fell asleep on the couch with the phone on your hand.

And just like the safety slogan on the road, ‘Don’t Drink and Drive’. You need a new one.

‘Don’t drink and type’

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Behind The Family - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 2)

Part 1 

2020

You woke up to the sound of soft giggling in your bedroom. You turned around on your bed to see your husband tickling the twins as they leaned against his leg. You smiled as you watched the smile on their faces and their tiny hands trying to push Harry’s large hands away from their bellies. 

“Whoops, looks like we woke Mummy up,” Harry said. “Sorry, love.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you smiled. “I love waking up to the sound of baby giggles.”

He laughed kissing your forehead, “They woke up about an half hour ago. They’ve been fed and changed, so now it’s playtime.” 

“Aren’t you super dad,” you smiled sitting up beside. 

“Took you long enough to realize this,” he joked. 

You rolled your eyes and took Finn into your arms when he reached out for you. 

“Such a Mummy’s boy,” Harry laughed snuggling with Amelia. 

“He takes after his Daddy,” you pointed out. 

“That he does,” he smirked. 

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around your baby boy and he placed his head against your chest. You smiled kissing the top of his head as you rubbed his back. 

“Speaking of super dad, your first Father’s Day is coming up,” you smiled. “Is there anything special you want to do?” 

“Other than spend time with my babies, no,” he smiled. 

“Oh, so you’re okay with watching them while I go to the spa or something?” You joked. 

“Hey now! That’s not what I meant,” he laughed. “I meant all of us. You’re my baby too.” 

“Damn, there goes my plans,” you giggled. 

“Ha-Ha, you’re so funny,” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Hey, you know I’m fucking hilarious!” You pointed out. 

Harry gasped covering Amelia’s ears causing her to giggle, “Y/N! How dare you use such language around the children.” 

“I slipped! Besides I get it from you,” you smirked. “I talked like a saint before I met you then it was down hill and bunch of F-bombs from there.” 

“Oh, puhlease,” He shook his head “You wish. I seem to remember you not being very saint like at all especially when you came waltzing into my room wanting to me undress you.” 

“Hey! I needed help,” you defended. “And you didn’t exactly turn me away.” 

“Because you were hot,” he said in a duh tone. 

“Am I not hot now?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Now as in general, or now as in literally right now with your bedhead and sleepy eyes?” He joked. 

“You better watch it,” you pointed at him. 

He laughed, “Baby, you know you’re still hot. In fact, I think you may actually be hotter now than back then.”

“God, you make it sound like it was forever ago,” you laughed. “We’re not old even though you do dress like a grandpa sometimes.” 

“I do not!” He exclaimed. 

“Eh...” you shrugged. 

“Well then,” Harry said. “I guess I’ll go downstairs and make breakfast for myself and no one else.” 

“Good thing I’m perfectly capable of making my own breakfast,” you smirked. 

Harry looked back at you sticking his tongue out at you causing the babies to laugh and clap their hands. You and Harry both lost it when the babies tried to stick their tongues out as well. 

“They’re so cute,” you smiled. “We make some cute babies, don’t we?” 

“Yeah, we do,” he smiled tickling Amelia’s belly causing her to giggle. 

**

A few days have passed and you were still trying to place something special for Harry’s first Father’s Day, especially since he did such an amazing and thoughtful job on your first Mother’s Day. You were on the computer searching for ideas while the babies were napping and Harry had gone to the gym. You didn’t want it to be too over the top, but you didn’t want it to be small either. 

While searching on the internet wasn’t the most helpful, you decided to look at the folder of photos on your laptop instead. You smiled as you looked through all of the photos you’ve taken of Harry with the babies and during your pregnancy. That’s when you got the idea for a gift. You quickly gathered all of the photos you wanted to use in the collage and put them in an order. 

The middle and largest photo was one of Harry holding the babies for the first time in the hospital. He was shirtless, holding the two bundle of joys in his arms, as he looked down at them. Tears had fallen down his cheeks and it was one of your favorite photos you’ve ever taken. Surrounding that photo, you had chosen some of your favorites of him with the babies and of you from your pregnancy. You used those as a border for the larger photo, leaving a space for a caption “Happy 1st Father’s Day! We love you - Finneas and Amelia Styles” and a spot to put their handprints in the shape of a heart. 

Once you were happy with the outcome, you sent the photo to one of the poster/photo companies you work with when you need large scales of your photos printed. Just as you were finishing up, you heard the front door being opened. You quickly finalized your order and closed your laptop before turning around to greet your husband. 

“Hey baby,” you smiled. “How was the gym?” 

“Great,” he said. “I’m going to feeling in tomorrow though.” 

He grabbed some water from the kitchen before walking over to you and giving you a kiss. “How’d everything go here?” 

“The babies have been sleeping and I got some work done,” you said. 

He nodded, “I’m going to go shower and then I’ll take over baby duty if you want to rest.” 

“You’re the best,” you smiled. 

He smiled kissing you again before heading up to the bedroom. When Harry was out of sight, you grabbed your phone and started texting Harry L about setting up some things for Harry’s other Father’s Day gift. It was always a pain trying to find something the man hasn’t already got for himself or something he wouldn’t just go out and buy himself. Luckily, Harry L had gotten word of some new things from various designers and instead of telling Harry about them first, he contacted you. 

You had looked at the different pictures and chose a few pieces which you would be picking up in a few days. After taking care of that, you decided to look through the kitchen to make sure you had all the ingredients to make Harry’s favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. You wrote down everything you didn’t have and made plans to go to the market tomorrow. 

While you are doing that, Harry had made his way down from taking a shower and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Whatcha doing?” He asked putting his head in your neck. 

“Just making a grocery list,” you said. “I’ll probably be going tomorrow if that’s okay.” 

“Should be,” he nodded. “I’ll be home most of the day.” 

You smiled turning around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Babies still asleep?” 

“They are,” he nodded. “I checked in on them before coming down.” 

“Sooo hypothetically if we wanted to have some Mummy and Daddy time... we could?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Hypothetically, yes I believe we could,” he said. 

“Good to know,” you said unwrapping your arms from him and going back to your list. 

“Hey! Wait a minute,” he groaned. “What are you doing?” 

“Finishing my list,” you said. 

“So, we’re not going to be having any Mummy and Daddy time?” He pouted. 

“It was hypothetical remember,” you said. 

“That’s not fair,” he groaned. 

You laughed shaking your head, “Oh don’t be pouting. It was a joke, now come on,” you said taking his hand and pulling him towards the bedroom. 

**

It was finally the big day. Harry’s first Father’s Day since the twins were born. All of his gifts turned out perfect and were neatly wrapped and ready to be given. You made sure to wake up before him, so that you could sneak down to the kitchen with the babies to start making breakfast. You fed the babies and put them in their chairs with some toys while they watched you get to work on making breakfast. 

You softly played music as you danced around the kitchen, the babies loving every second of it. They even started to join in by moving their heads and arms around as they sat there. Even though you were cooking a lot of food, it didn’t take very long to finish everything up. You brought everything to the table that you decorated and just when you moved the babies over to the table, Harry started making his way down. 

“Happy Father’s Day!” You smiled quickly. 

Harry smiled sleepily as he scratched his belly walking towards his little family, “Thank you,” he smiled kissing you first and kissing the top of the babies head. “This looks delicious. I smelled it all the way from our room.” 

“I know it’s a little much for the two of us, but it makes great leftovers we can eat the rest of the week,” you smiled. 

“I’ll need to make sure I spend some extra time at the gym or some more Mummy and Daddy time,” he winked. 

“Behave,” you giggled hitting his shoulder. “Now, go ahead and sit down. I just need to get our drinks.” 

Harry sat down and looked over at the babies. They were staring at him as they chewed on their tiny hands. 

“Are you two hungry?” He laughed. “You’re still too young to have these, but I bet we’ve got some yummy baby food for you.” 

“On it!” You smiled grabbing some baby oatmeal and mixing it up for them and bringing it over. You handed one bowl to Harry, while you two the other bowl. 

Both of you started feeding the babies in-between bites of your own food. 

“One of these days I feel like I’m going to put the wrong spoon of food in my mouth,” Harry laughed. 

“Oh, I know,” you giggled. “Don’t jinx us, now.” 

After breakfast was over, Harry took the babies into the living room while you finished cleaning up. Once you were done, you went to join Harry. 

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled. “Breakfast was so good.” 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. “Now, do you want all of your gifts now or later. Or would you rather have them scattered out throughout the day?” 

“Baby, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he groaned. 

“Says the man who went a little overboard with my gifts,” you pointed out. 

“That’s different,” he stated. 

“How so?” You asked. 

“Because I love giving more than receiving,” he said. 

“Don’t I know it,” you winked.

“Behave!” He mocked. 

You laughed, “Anyway, and that’s exactly why you deserve every little bit from today. Now, how do you want to do this?” 

“We can scatter them out, I guess,” he said. 

“Okay! I’ll go get the first one,” you smiled. 

The first one was something small. You had gotten him a ring with the babies’ birthstone and their birthday engraved on the inside. It also had two tiny gems on the side with your and Harry’s birthstones. 

“Oh, wow,” he whispered opening it up. “Y/N, this is beautiful. I love it.” 

You smiled, “I knew you had been talking about getting a ring or something for the kids, so I decided to get one for you. It works as both a ring or if you wanted to wear it on your necklace chain too.” 

“I love it, so much, thank you,” he smiled leaning over to kiss you, which was a bit difficult since the babies were cuddling into his chest. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

The rest of the day was spent with the babies and some more time for Mummy and Daddy. You also gave him the rest of the his gifts, which were mostly new shirts, shoes, and sunglasses. However, you made sure to wait on giving him the photo until after dinner. The babies had been put to bed and the two of you were enjoying his favorite dessert. 

“Now, there’s one more present left,” you said getting up from the couch. 

“Geez, Y/N,” he laughed. “You’ve already given me a shit ton already.” 

“I know, I know, but this is my favorite one and I know it’s going to be yours too,” you smiled. 

“Okay, now you’re killing me here,” he laughed. “What is it?” 

You went into the other room, pulling out this massive wrapped picture frame you had hidden behind a bookshelf. When Harry saw you with it, his eyes widen at the size. 

“Bloody hell, why’s it so big,” he laughed. 

“That’s what she said,” you joked. 

“Really, Y/N?” He laughed. 

“Sorry! Sorry, the wine’s getting to be a bit,” you giggled. “But go ahead and open it.” 

Harry put down his wine glass and quickly started tearing at the wrapping paper. He knew exactly what it was the second he torn the paper and saw the picture frame. Once all the paper was off, he took in every inch of the photo or should he say photos. 

He bit his lip as tears threaten to spill over at the sight of his babies tiny hands in the shape of a heart. Harry didn’t say anything for what felt like forever. You knew it was mostly because he was probably overwhelmed, but you couldn’t help, but wonder if it he didn’t like it. 

“So, what do you think?” You asked. 

“I love it,” he said not looking up from it. “It’s amazing. I can’t believe... well I mean I can believe you’d do something like this, but seeing it... damn it.. this is without a doubt the best thing I’ve never received. Thank you so fucking much.” 

You smiled wrapping your arms around him, “You’re welcome.” 

“I love you,” he whispered putting his head ontop of yours as he wraps his arms around you as well. 

“I love you, too,” you smiled. “Happy Father’s Day.” 

Harry smiled leaning down to press his lips against yours. It may have only been his first Father’s Day ever in his life, but it was already his most favorite one yet. 

[calypsoff]

Seventy Nine.

I can’t believe my daughter is a month old already, time goes so quick when you are constantly busy trying to make sure she is ok you just lose track of time and things, but I am proud of my baby girl, smiling lightly at her on the hospital bed. She is dress down into her diaper while the nurse is doing all the checks of her, as a father I just want to protect her at all times but sometimes I can’t like now while she is on the bed. She is being so good though, so I am super proud of her just letting the nurse do her thing and not causing a fuss. Taking in a deep breath looking over at Robyn “what you doing? Why are you taking picture of me sneaky, sneaky” looking over at her phone “I just like praising you Chris, you just do so much. You make it to every appointment, you do everything. My house husband” Robyn chuckled nudging me “awww stop it, you’re always praising me when I don’t need praising. I don’t always need the praise, I do it because I love you” looking at the caption “cute” I pointed at the caption she put about me coming to every appointment “you amaze me every time Chris. You showed me that not every man is bad, even though I did think they are because you know. I didn’t know how one should treat you, but you changed that” I grinned “we are going to give Rylee her second dose of HepB” the nurse looked over at us saying, letting out an oh “she about to have a boo boo then” my daughter is just a cutie, I love it “how is she though? She is growing well yeah?” the nurse smiled “you hear me saying anything? She is doing great, healthy as ever” getting up from the chair, I need to support her in this.

Rylee is stumped, she is asleep in the car seat not caring for anything after that injection. She wasn’t best pleased and cried a little, but she was over it “she is a champ Robyn, not going to lie. I can’t believe she didn’t have a tantrum over someone doing that to her, I am super proud” pushing open the door “she is amazing, I can’t believe she didn’t even really cry or care for it” I chuckled “she is not your daughter, I can imagine how much you cried when you had an injection. You’re a diva” Robyn scoffed behind me, I gasped “Mel! Damn, you scared me. You could have said” Mel laughed out just watching me stood here in shock “you’re so annoying” frowning at her “I come to see my niece, how is she” she rushed over, turning the car seat around “she had her shot, she is tired now. She is doing well, I am guessing that is Monica” I said hearing Robyn’ phone ringing out, she said she was going to call to check on what happened at the appointment “it is” Robyn said “let’s go in” I said walking off to the living room “she is so chubby Chris, can I hold her. I know she is asleep, but I want a snuggle” placing the car seat on the couch “do as you please Mel, I do not mind at all” sitting down in a huff “tired then” she said, nodding my head resting my head back.

Watching Mel coo over Rylee, it’s nice to see all the love my daughter gets from the family “she is so spoilt with love” looking over at Mel “how can you not love this face Chris, she is adorable. The fat chunky legs, god!” I chuckled “oh and are you free tonight?” this is my chance, I am sure Mel would “I am, am I the babysitter?” nodding my head “please, just going to take my wife out for some food. Let us have some us time, I think it’s nice to just spend some time together you know? I just want to spoil Robyn, nothing sexual just a meal” I added “you wish” she mumbled, rolling my eyes smiling “time, I got to just wait it out Mel. Patience, I have that with Robyn. I ain’t like them other niggas, you know the ones that just go out of their way to cheat just because their girl had a baby, that ain’t me. I just want to take her out, a little date but can you take care of Rylee for me, she doesn’t know yet so don’t mention it to her” Mel winked at me “I got you, here you are. What is momma Monica saying now?” Robyn made her way into the room “what isn’t she saying, she said facetime my grandbaby, I said she is asleep. She is tired, she has been through a long day. I will later, but you want to see Rylee photoshoot, oh my god. You should see her eye colour, it’s a light brown now and Chris and I was saying that it was hazel at the shoot, oh my god. Imagine if she has hazel” Mel gasped “she is about to be a mini Rihanna” I think my daughter is already a mini Rihanna “so when we did the photoshoot, she woke up and she also peed on the Dennis, he didn’t mind but she got a little excited” I chuckled “it was so funny, he said oh I feel it’s wet. Oh she is peeing on me” I said through my laughter “let me see my niece! Show me now” Mel spat.

I love the photoshoot of Rylee, it’s just the fact she woke up while we were doing the shoot and her eyes, they were so bright, and she seemed so overjoyed. Dennis caught her smile too; I love my daughter “so this was just before she peed on him, she woke up and was awake just looking around. Then Chris held her, as you can see topless. This wasn’t even supposed to be a photo for the shoot, but he was holding her against his chest and she smiled and Dennis caught it” Robyn explained to Mel “I want this! Print it out for me so I can put it up at my apartment, I love it so much. Can I post a little something too when you both post” Mel asked permission, we have been so big on nobody posting anything because it’s something we didn’t want but it’s time, we are posting her at our own time and when we want “why not, auntie Mel can. I have told the family, on my side and Robyn her side that we are. And if they wish too, they can. But yeah, you can” I said “awww thank you, she is literally my whole heart already, but this picture of her smiling and with her awake. Just her face, her bright eyes, the fact they are hazel here. They really are, they not light brown, they are hazel here but just seeing that look. That stare, she is camera ready. This picture I think Robyn should post, and the smiling one you should. It just compliments the tattooed hands but yeah, I think that” Mel is right “cool, I will post that. Like Robyn and I discussed this, what we want for Rylee. And I have no issue with my daughter doing fashion or whatever but if she didn’t want that, then I don’t mind. I think, Robyn thinks I am wrong, but I think people expect her to be Rihanna, and they will” Robyn rolled her eyes “but she is her own person” we already had this “no, he is right actually. People, fans in general. Like Oliver sending these clothes Robyn, matching clothes to be exact, they want you to model them. You wear it, it’s sold out. You and Rylee will be iconic and it’s just that way. It’s being set up like that, Dior and Balmain didn’t send it for nothing” this has really shut Robyn up, she always says I am wrong, and I am not.

I let Robyn post first, I mean of course I would because Robyn name carries so she can go first with it “I wrote out, I would like you all to meet Rylee Fenty-Brown, the joy in our lives. We thank you for all the love shown to us while on this journey. I kept it short and sweet. That is just me, but it’s posted now” taking in a deep breath “that is it now, most liked picture in the world. But I ain’t being biased but we make cute babies, like I ain’t seen no baby with that head of hair. Like you can braid that shit” Mel cackled, I didn’t know she was recording “no I am being serious, like Mel. You can braid that shit how is it normal” Mel is in hysterics “I am cutting that and posting it on my Insta, you funny but right. She has so much of it” rubbing the top of my head “Katy just text me, did you just give birth to yourself?” Robyn cackled “she ain’t wrong” I mumbled, unlocking my phone “I am posting now, just going to put hello world. I am trying to be edgy like Robyn” she side eyed me “we all trying to be like her, but my niece is the most beautiful” licking my top lip as I pressed post “I am just so worried for her at the same time I am excited for her future too, I praise the love she gets but worried about the love she gets. I want to protect my daughter at all costs, you know” taking in a deep breath “I get what you mean, people are crazy for Rihanna. But don’t worry, she got us, we will make sure she is good” nodding my head, Mel is right.

I jolted up, Mel laughed in my face “yo, man. You ain’t shit” I said with my eyes still half closed “nigga is tired, and you were blowing in my face” I am groggy as shit “didn’t you say you would be taking Robyn out? I just thought I would wake you so you can go and tell my girl she is going out” she is right, stretching my body out “man, thank you” I am actually glad she told me to wake up, I need to tell Robyn we are going for a meal “it’s ok, I just want to spend time with my niece. I don’t want the parents here interrupting us now” I chuckled “let me go and tell her” walking off to go upstairs, it’s late actually. I really just knocked out asleep like that, I get little sleep because I want Robyn to get the sleep but like fitting in Rylee, and then jerking myself off in the middle of the night too, it’s a little busy. Last night I didn’t sleep till like three and then Rylee woke up so I didn’t really sleep, then I had the hospital appointment, I really miss sex. I miss Robyn so bad; I miss her body so much. I just want sex, but I am working on trying to be calm about it, I don’t want to seem like a feign but Robyn stopped having sex with me way before giving birth, so I am missing out on sex, I just ain’t having fun at all with my hand. I need to make it an event once we can have sex, I need it to be romantic love making night. No baby making shit, like we good on that end but raw sex, love making, nasty sex too. I growled to myself “what?” Robyn said as she came out of Rylee’ room “oh nothing” I laughed “I needed to catch up with you actually, Mel is babysitting but I want to take you out for a meal, just you and me. Let us spend some us time, without Rylee crying on the side. I want to take you out, you need some fresh air” Robyn looked taken aback “really?” nodding my head “yeah, just get some cute things on. I will be waiting downstairs” she looks so happy about it.

I just wore a shirt, I mean I changed from a tee to a shirt if that helps but I am so sleepy “you seem so tired” Mel pointed out, she is noticing I am just sleepy “it’s hard Mel, like I am trying to make sure Robyn is sleeping as much as she can. She is always awake by like six or seven and she sleeps early so this is actually kind of late for her so I am not sure about it, I thought she may have said no, let’s not go but she hasn’t” I was so sure of it “she wants to go out, when speaking to her she is always saying I can’t wait to go out, I can’t wait to go back to normal. How about I stay over, give you both some time to sleep in? What about it? It’s late already so like you both will come in late and need to the rest, I don’t mind it at all. You know what I am not even asking I am telling. You both have fun out there, ok?” I chuckled; she is just deciding for us now “thank you” I smiled lightly “don’t say that I want too. Oh wow, you look so good!” Mel spat, looking behind me seeing Robyn has dressed up. I am shocked she did but then again she did take time “I feel weird, like I shouldn’t be? I don’t know, I am just missing a bump, there is still a little one there still. I am healing you know” Robyn seems so self-conscious for no reason “you look amazing” she really does “I love when her hair is down” she took in a deep breath “thank you, maybe I am doing the most? It’s just a meal” Mel scoffed “just get out now!” Mel spat; she is amazingly beautiful.

Robyn trying to eat healthy, she makes me laugh. She is trying to be healthy to lose weight, but she needs to calm down with all that “and for you sir” the waiter said “erm” looking back down at the menu “can I have the Wally burger and Truffle Pizzette and the dessert we will order after. Actually, can you bring out a rack of lamb and some soft shell crab. She is paying you see, so you need to go all out. And can you get me for drink, wally’s proper paloma. Thanks” looking up at the waiter, he is laughing “seriously Chris, who is going to eat all that?” I chuckled, the waiter bowed his head and took the menus “I am joking, I am paying but you eating a salad isn’t going to hit the sides, I want you to eat. Your body needs food you damn rabbit, stop this shit ok? I ain’t like what you are doing right now, nurse said six weeks tops, it isn’t even six yet. We a month in, I don’t want to hear it so eat” I scolded Robyn, she poked her lips out not impressed but I bought her out to Wally’s for some food and she is just eating rabbit food, the fuck.

Sipping on my drink “this is nice, I am speaking on you being extra quiet” placing my glass down “well you got mean with me” I chuckled “I just want you to eat, properly too Robyn. You’re breastfeeding and doing all these things; your body has changed yes. I know my wife, I know the person I am with, the person I sleep with every night, and I know your body has changed. Not even in a bad way, it’s more..” I paused trying to catch up with my words because this can get really touchy if I say something stupid “more what?” Robyn said “thick” that is the word “you only need to impress me Robyn, I see you just pulling at your black dress here and there, your body changed so what. If you looked bad I would have said, ok? You are unbelievably beautiful, and I just want to eat you out, so let’s get on twin. Come on, we out here yeah” Robyn smiled, that is what I wanted to see “this is what I want to see twin, I love you so much. You so cute” she just needs the compliments “crazy isn’t it, how much our daughter is loved. I just seen these magazines and blogs posting her like its big major news, it’s crazy. Like that is my daughter, why is she on the news? It makes no sense; I am super proud. I read one comment, and it said I ain’t ever seen a beautiful baby like that. Crazy to me” shaking my head laughing “I try and not look once I post but I feel so protective of her, like if I see anything out of line I am snatching. I didn’t want to post her but also I wanted to control what they see, I miss her already just being here, and she is there. I keep checking my phone but thank you for making me feel good. And thank you for ordering all that extra food” I snorted laughing “I know you Robyn, you just being good” biting my bottom lip “it’s nice that we spend time together, it’s nice that you make sure we do” I grinned wide staring at Robyn, I am so damn in love with this woman and she doesn’t even realise it.

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Father’s Day Pride - MCU AU mini-fic

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson AU. 

Father’s Day is coming up, and Peter is stuck on what to get Tony and Loki. 

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, father’s day, LGBT+ themes, over-protective Tony, (Loki is mentioned but isn’t actually in this)

Word count: 4101

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Peter was exhausted. He’d been trawling around for hours, looking in shop after shop, venturing into parts of town he’d never been before, feeling lost and tired. Father’s day was coming up, and he was stuck. His friends hadn’t been much help at all. They all came from nuclear families, and their suggestions were; ‘anything with Number One Dad written on it’, and ‘just get them something they like’. Malaki had been especially unhelpful, because he said he never got his father anything for father’s day, and he said Peter shouldn’t bother, because what exactly did he suppose he could get for a billionaire who had everything they could possibly want already, to which Peter had poured a cup of water over his head and stalked off. 

Peter stopped outside a shop. It was a bookshop, but not one he remembered seeing before. It had rainbow flags flying outside, and he could tell by the displays in the window that he was exactly the target market. It looked old, and dusty, but it looked like it was open. He paused, and then pushed the door open. The bell above the door rang as he did so. He let the door close behind him. It felt empty, like he was the only person there. The shop smelt of old books and coffee. It was a funny place, with books in higgledy-piggledy piles on tables beside shelves, and old gay posters blu-tacked to the walls. There wasn’t just books: there was gifts and nick-nacks and bits and bobs all over the place. He could hear the whirring of an industrial coffee machine coming from above him. 

“Hey kid, you ok there?”

Peter jumped violently. He hadn’t noticed the older man behind the desk, watching him.

“Oh, um...”

“You look thirsty, and tired” the man said. “Stairs to the coffee shop are over there, just past the blue shelf”

“Oh, thank you”

Peter found the stairs and went up to the coffee shop, mostly because it was less awkward than trying to explain he wasn’t there for coffee, or just leaving. The upstairs coffee shop was much more modern looking and sleek, although quite interestingly decorated. There were a handful of people up there, and a couple of people behind the counter. One was an incredibly fierce looking drag queen, who waved her manicured nails at him when he appeared.

“Hey baby, you lost, sweetie?” 

“No, um, I just- uh..”

She laughed at him. “What can I get you, honey?”

“Um...” Peter approached the counter, too nervous of the drag queen to focus properly on the menu. “C-can I get a cappuccino please?”

“Sure thing, honey” She nodded at her colleague, and leant against the counter while they were making the drink. “You’re tiny, aren’t you? How old are you, baby?”

“I- uh, I’m fifteen. How old are you?”

The drag queen laughed. “A lady never tells. $2.50, please”

“Oh yeah, sorry” Peter handed over the money.

“Take a seat, baby; we’ll bring it over”

Peter was grateful for the excuse to leave the counter. He took an empty table over by the window, so he could people-watch. The drag queen soon brought his drink over, and he was surprised when she sat down opposite him. 

“What brings you here, baby? You’re looking tired. Fall out with the parents?”

“What?”

“Have they only just found out, is that it?”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that!” Peter said defensively. “I just kinda stumbled across this place. I’ve been out - out in town, I mean - for a while. And out in the other way as well, kinda, but, well. I- Uh. I didn’t know this place was here until just now. I’ve been looking in loads of shops today”

“Retail therapy?”

“Not really. I’m trying to find something for father’s day, but... Well, I’m a bit stuck. I can’t really do the whole generic Number One Dad mug thing, because I’ve got two dads”

“Aww baby. Tell me about them: maybe I can help”

Peter pressed his lips together.

“What’s up? Stranger danger?” she smiled a big lipsticky smile. Peter wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or not. “Most people call me Auntie. I’ve been a barista right out of high school, I work here during the day three days a week, and I work at some local bars as a performer two or three nights a week, depending on how in demand I am. I’ve been doing drag for about fifteen years now. There, now you know me, so you don’t have to be scared. So what’s your name, baby?”

“Peter”

“Peter what?”

“Peter... Parker. Parker-Stark”

Auntie’s eyes widened for a moment. “Ah, I thought you looked familiar! So you’re Tony Stark’s kid?”

Peter nodded. 

“So, daddies a mechanic, and other daddy is a nurse. Shame you’re not one of them; I’d be better able to help that way”

Peter wrinkled his nose at her suggestive comment. She laughed.

“Aw baby, you can’t expect people not to have inappropriate thoughts about an ex-playboy and someone as pretty as Loki Stark”

“Ok, but you don’t have to make it known” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Auntie grinned. “Sorry, baby. So, Father’s day. What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been real basic in the past, just cards, and chocolate for daddy Loki, and coffee for other daddy”

“Oh, so it’s ‘Daddy’ is it?”

Peter felt the blood rush to his face. “What? I’m adorable! Leave me alone”

Auntie laughed, pushing his coffee closer towards him. “Have your milk, baby”

Peter scowled, but he picked up his mug and took a mouthful anyway. He looked at Auntie over the rim of his mug. She was incredibly well made up, with perfectly teased strawberry blonde hair (definitely a wig, Peter thought), bright red lipstick, and gold eye shadow. She had fierce eyeliner wings, and her tight dress showed an awful lot of fake cleavage.

“My eyes are up here, honey” Auntie said, seeing him looking at her chest.

“Sorry. How do you make it look so real?”

“They’re flesh tone silicone, and you just use make up to get it to blend in. Add in a good bra, and you’re set to go” she leant closer to him. “Thinking of getting involved?”

Peter shook his head. “It’s not my sort of thing. I- uh, I don’t think I’d be any good at it”

“I don’t know, I think you could make a cute girly drag queen. I can imagine you with a bow in your hair, winged eyeliner, bit of blusher, pink lipstick, cute little dungaree dress - worn off the shoulder, of course”

Peter giggled. “I’m not sure about that”

“Hey, dungarees are cute! I bet you could rock them even without the slap. Doesn’t have to be a dress; you could get ordinary ones. Long trousers, maybe black denim? Or light blue”

“I’ll think about it” 

Auntie smiled. “So, what do we get for the Stark daddies for father’s day?”

Peter shrugged. “I’ve got no idea. I asked some friends, but they were useless. I looked at a load of Buzzfeed posts, but they’re all things for stereotypical dad’s. I don’t think mine would appreciate beer making kits and beard grooming sets”

“Really?”

“Well, daddy kinda has a very specific brand he uses, and a specific supplier, and I’ve never even seen other daddy with so much as stubble” 

“Hmm. How about just being a bit basic and giving them something with a personal touch?”

“Personal how?”

“Well, there’s lots of things. Hmm. Ah, have you got your phone with you?”

Peter unlocked it and handed it over. Auntie took it, flicking to the next screen. She paused.

“Wait, before I click on your camera roll, there’s no nudes on here, is there?”

Peter blushed furiously. “No, of course not!”

“Hey, I just want to be safe” Auntie shrugged, clicking on his camera roll and flicking through some of the photos. “You’ve got some pretty cute pictures on here. I’m guessing your friends took some of these?”

Peter nodded. “Flo likes taking photos of me. She’s good at candid shots”

“How about getting one of these framed or printed onto a canvas for them?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to get them something special”

“That is special. Your parents love you, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“But what? Baby, they love you, and they’d love this, believe me”

Peter still wasn’t sure. “But what if they’re expecting something really cool and they open it and it’s just a picture of me?”

“I’d be happy with a framed photo from my kids for father’s day”

“You’ve got kids?!”

“Don’t sound so shocked!” Auntie laughed. “I’ve got three!”

“Wow. But aren’t you gay?”

“Aren’t you?” she shot back.

“I’m... I like both”

“So do I. But men are better” Auntie smiled at him. “I’ve got a daughter who’s a couple of years older than you, and I’ve got the twins. They’re seven”

“Oh right. Are they adopted?”

“No. My daughter is from a previous relationship, and me and the husband had the twins through IVF with a surrogate”

“Oh! So, are you dad to them, or are you mum?”

“I’m dad. The drag is just an act, baby. I’m not always this gorgeous” she winked. “I’m Auntie at work, and I’m plain old Arthur at home”

“Huh” Peter blinked. “So...”

“You’ve got some cute pictures on here. Choose one, get it printed, get it framed, put it in a nice little box or wrap it up nicely. Your parents will love it” she handed Peter his phone back. “Drink your coffee, baby. I’ll find out where the nearest place that does instant print photo’s is”

“Auntie?” Peter said when she stood up. “Thank you”

Auntie reached out and ruffled the boys hair. “No problem, honey”

-

Auntie gave Peter a little hug and sent him on his way the an address scribbled on a post-it note.

“Drop by again some time” she told him. Peter rather thought he would.

-

Peter tried to think of what kind of photo he should print as he walked to the shop Auntie had recommended. He knew he had a lot of photos on his phone, but a lot of the ones of himself were selfies. Well, Flo stole his phone a lot to take pictures of him, and they were usually pretty good. Maybe those would be better.

Once he reached the shop, he unlocked his phone, and saw that Auntie had left a photo up on the screen. Peter remembered the day it was taken. It wasn’t something that he really wanted his parents to know about. 

Armed with special new waterproof cases for their phones, Flo and Peter had snuck into the swimming pool at home fully clothed. It hadn’t gone exactly according to plan. They’d thought that, because there were so many ledges and walkways with either very shallow or no water at all, they’d be able to get through to the fairy cove without getting too wet. They were wrong. They both ended up in water up to their knees very quickly. Fortunately Peter was wearing shorts, and Flo could hold her dress up and keep her clothes mostly dry. However, after they’d been in the fairy cove for a good half an hour, they’d both slipped and ended up falling into the pool and getting soaked through. Still, at least they’d managed to take some decent photos before that happened, which had been their original goal. 

That was where the photo Auntie had left on the screen was from. Peter couldn’t help worrying that he’d get into trouble if his parents found out he’d gone into the pool fully-clothed, but he supposed they hadn’t actually done any harm by doing so. Besides, it was a good photo. Part of the pool could be seen in the photo, with its soft glowing lights adding a nice touch. The funny glowing lights from the little cubby holes in the fairy cove gave the photo a funny hue, mostly pink, but with a more green hue on one side. Peter could almost hear the rush of the water and the sounds of the harp-and-xylophone music as he looked at the photo. He was dressed simply, just in black denim shorts and a white tank top. He was leaning against the rocky wall, looking off over to the other side of the pool, sat with one leg straight and the other bent up, his hands wrapped round his knee. The lights were shining in his eyes, and he looked calm, and happy. Peter had been happy with this photo at the time. It had looked almost ethereal, like he was in a different world entirely. 

Peter plugged his phone into the photo machine, and brought that photo up on the screen, having a proper look at it. It still looked good on a decent sized screen. He wasn’t sure what size to get, and he hadn’t decided if he was going to get a canvas or just a print to frame, but he was glad of the self serve photo machine, as it meant he could take his time - and he didn’t have to try to talk to anyone. Eventually he chose the 8x12 print, deciding it was better to get something that would be ready almost instantly, rather than have to hang about waiting for a canvas. He slipped the print into the paper wallet provided, unplugged his phone, and stepped aside. 

Mercifully, the shop also sold frames. After a lot of looking around and thinking, Peter purchased a thick black glittery frame, deciding it would offset the picture well. He wasn’t sure where he’d find a box to fit it, but he was sure he’d passed a card shop before getting here, and they’d certainly have some appropriate wrapping paper. He just had to do that, maybe revert to type and also buy chocolates for Loki and artisan coffee for Tony, and then that would be father’s day sorted.

-

Peter’s phone rang. Peter slipped his shopping bag onto his wrist, and took his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing in the dodgy end of town, young man?”

“Dad? Um-”

“I’m coming to pick you up right now. Go down to the Starbucks on the corner and stay there until I arrive” Tony said.

“Wait, are you tracking my location?!”

“Yes. Well, technically, FRIDAY is. Now do as you’re told. I’ll be there in three minutes”

Tony hung up. Peter sighed, and walked the few steps to the Starbucks, leaning against the wall. Tony’s car soon came into view, the window winding down as it stopped at the side of the road.

“Get in”

Peter did as he was told. He put his bag in the foot-well, careful not to reveal its contents. Tony drove off again as soon as Peter had put his belt on.

“Do you not pay attention to the news? Three kids around your age were stabbed here just two weeks ago, and that girl was kidnapped. You had no business coming anywhere near here. What on Earth did you think you were doing?”

“Dad, I wasn’t in any danger! And anyway, even if I was, it’s not like I’m just any other kid. I’m Spiderman!”

“Yes, but before that, you’re Peter Parker-Stark: my son. And I don’t want you anywhere where you can get into trouble, especially unprepared. You might be a good little neighbourhood Spiderboy, but how do you think you’d fare if the same thing happened to you as happened to that poor girl? You know they stuck her in the neck with a needle to knock her out before they took her? You know, you might whine about me keeping tabs on you, but if that girl hadn’t had that tracking app on her phone and Fitbit, they might not have found her”

“Dad, please, for Gods sake! You sound like Doctor Shefska on daddy’s ward, spouting scare stories like that”

“Hey, don’t you dare get cheeky with me!” Tony snapped, slapping the boys leg sharply. “I’ve told you time and time again not to go any further than the big library by the arch when you’re alone, and you disobeyed me anyway. This isn’t the first time you’ve done it, either. You’re on your final warning, young man. Go any further than the library again, and you’ll be grounded for a month - and that includes patrols”

“What?! Dad! Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“Uh, you and that attitude are going to earn you a spanking, Mister” Tony said. “Stop being cheeky and trying to downplay this. You know I worry about you, and you know I give you boundaries for you own good; for your own safety. When FRIDAY alerted me to where you were, the first thing that went through my head was; ‘oh god what if he’s hurt?’, and considering recent events, it was a very real possibility. You’re not indestructible”

Peter sighed. “I know”

“What were you doing around there anyway?”

Peter shrugged. “Just walking, I guess”

“That’s not a good enough excuse” Tony shook his head, sighing. “Like I said; you’re on your last warning. We’ll just leave it at that for now... Did you talk to any strangers?”

“Dad, I’ve got selective mutism, remember?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t always apply with customer service staff, and we both know that strange little quirk”

Peter just raised an eyebrow at him and stayed quiet.

“What’s in your bag?”

“None of your business”

“Peter! How many times do I have to tell you not to be so cheeky?!” 

“Sorry...”

“What is it, then? Is it something naughty? Is it drugs?”

“What?! No! Of course it’s not drugs! What do you take me for?!”

“Your defensiveness isn’t exactly reassuring”

“Look, I’m not an idiot: I wouldn’t take anything illegal or harmful. I was against it all even before Macy showed me Trainspotting and scarred me for life”

“Hm, I’m still not happy about that” Tony grumbled. “That girl’s a right little madam. How did she manage to get hold of it, anyway? It’s an 18!”

“She’s said her cousin sent it to her” 

“I see. Must run in the family, then. You never should’ve watched it, even if you weren’t poorly”

Peter scowled at him. “Is that why you treat me like a baby all the time?”

“I’ve treated you like a baby for way longer than you’ve been ill for” Tony said. “I treat you like a baby because you are a baby, as much as you like to think otherwise”

Peter rolled his eyes, and looked out of the window.

Tony sighed again. “Let’s just get you home. Your father is gonna get home before us at this rate”

“He was at the hospital today?”

“Yeah, last minute meeting of some sort. Whatever”

“Are you gonna tell him about today?”

Tony went quiet for a moment. “Not this time. Let’s keep it between us. Just this once”

-

As per Tony’s prediction, Loki got home first. He wasn’t in a good mood. Ordinarily, Peter would have minded, but today it meant he could escape and sort the father’s day presents uninterrupted while his parents were talking. He was as careful and neat as possible while he wrapped up the coffee and chocolates. He put the print of himself in the frame, making sure it was lined up properly, and took extra care wrapping it, fixing a ribbon diagonally over the bottom right corner. He still wasn’t entirely sure about gifting a photo of himself, but he supposed he’d just have to wait and see if Auntie’s judgement had been trustworthy or not. He hoped it would pay off. 

-

A few days after Father’s day, Peter broke the rules again and ventured back into the bad area of town. He found the gay bookshop again, and pushed the door open. He knew there would be someone behind the counter this time, so he didn’t jump when they spoke.

“Hey kid”

“Hey...” Peter swallowed hard, and approached the counter. “Is- is Auntie working today?”

“Yeah, head on up: she should be on the counter”

Peter nodded his thanks, passed by the blue bookshelf, and went upstairs. He found he was pleased to see Auntie. She looked different today. She had the same hair, but she had black lipstick and smokey eye shadow, and she was wearing a tight low-cut jumper and leather skirt. She was serving a table when he walked in, so Peter could see her killer stiletto boots too.

“Hey, it’s baby Stark!” she said when she spotted him, and gave him a hug.

Peter was surprised, but hugged her back. She smelt good; of powder and expensive perfume. She held him at arms length.

“Have you come back just to see old Auntie, baby?”

Peter nodded. “Kind of. I can’t stay long though; I’ll get into awful trouble if dad finds out I’m here”

“Oh, is that so?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s not what you think! He just worries about me being in this part of town”

“Well, I can’t blame him” she said, and sat down at a nearby table. “Come here, honey”

Peter sat down beside her, and Auntie pulled his chair closer. 

“How did father’s day go?”

“Oh! You remembered!”

Auntie smiled. “Of course. I asked you to come back, remember?”

Peter nodded. “Yep! And I nodded, didn’t I?”

“I was hoping to see you tarted up. Have you tried out dungarees yet?”

Peter giggled. “Not yet. No, I dropped by, just to say thank you again. You were right; they loved the photo. I used the one you left up on my phone”

“Show me again?”

Peter got out his phone and showed her the photo. She nodded.

“Good, I chose well! I knew they’d like it. I’m never wrong, you know”

“I know now” Peter smiled. “I got a nice frame for it, all black glitter. They moved some stuff around and put it in the centre of the mantelpiece in the main living room. I’m was kinda nervous giving it to them, so it’s good it’s appreciated, y’know?”

“I told you it’d go down well, honey. It’s a cool photo” Auntie said. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“Well... I’d really better not. I’ll try to come back for longer some other time, but I can’t really today”

“Aw honey, you’re a bit of a daddy’s boy, aren’t you? Don’t try to deny it; even the tabloid photos are proof enough” she took his hand and kissed it. “Look up the shop on Instagram when you get home. You can find my page through it, and maybe I’ll end up doing a gig near you some time, and you can come along”

“Ok, but I’m too young for clubs”

“But you’re not too young for cafe-bars. Get your parents to go along. Maybe Mr Playboy will let you hang about the bookshop if he knows old Auntie is here to keep an eye on you”

Peter smiled nervously. “I don’t know about that. I’ll give it a go anyway. I- well, aside from obviously being in a big gay household, I don’t really get to talk to many other people like me, and it’s kinda nice doing that”

“Honey, you enter a whole other world when you find more people like you. You’re young, and most people have to wait until they can go to gay clubs. You’re lucky to have places like this about. You’ll meet people if you go to them. You know it’s healthy to do so”

Peter nodded. “I know. Maybe I’ll guilt trip daddy that way”

Auntie laughed. “You’re a caution, baby”

Peter’s phone started ringing before he could reply.

“Is that daddy-Playboy?”

Peter looked at his phone, and nodded. He answered the call.

“I know where you are!” Tony said. “Don’t you dare leave that shop; I’ll be there to get you in five minutes. You are so totally grounded!”

Peter grimaced, glancing at Auntie. “I’ll stay put”

“You’d better! We’re gonna have a falling out one of these days, young man! See you in a minute”

“See you in a minute”

Peter ended the call, and sighed heavily. Auntie squeezed his shoulder.

“Don’t go looking so worried, baby” she said. “I’ll talk him round the moment he arrives”

Peter couldn’t help but grin. Maybe this fierce drag queen could mellow out his over-protective father. He certainly hoped so.

*

[enibly]

DCOM and Dessert: The Cheetah Girls

here begins my livewatch of the The Cheetah Girls.

first observation: this feels like just yesterday! this movie does not look old at all

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i would totally wear any of their outfits even today. I used to want to dress like Aqua as a kid but now I think I kinda dress like Chanel

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Raven doing a Jamaican accent, oh no

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Galleria’s mom: “comin’ up with this cheetah chatter!”

classic

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“ka ching ka ching, bling bling bling”

this movie is so quotable

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I think Chanel was my favorite character when I first watched this (which was the world premiere in August 2003!) and I think she’s still my favorite character- what a sweet kid~

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I still feel sad seeing Chanel’s mom being too self-absorbed to pay attention to her daughter :(  hits too close to home in some ways :(((

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ITS THAT LONG BLOND HAIRED GUY!!! HE STILL MAKES ME CRINGE AS MUCH AS EVER!! HIS DUMB LITTLE WALK AND WAY OF SPEAKING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT A LOSER

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ewwww this guy is so gross (and I think Galleria knows this in her gay heart)

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ok there’s like waaaay too much to liveblog about this movie. i may have to stop just so i can watch properly. plus Cinderella is coming up!!!!!!!!!! what a jam!!!!!!!!!!

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oh my gosh, I just learned that Drinka is played by a trans actress! <3

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Galleria’s mom is such a power player, wow. i would love to have her as a boss, but damn is she intense as a mom

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ok so they’re making upside down cheetah mini-cakes for the baking portion. should... should i be making this right now?

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ad time: hmm kidz-bop must have slim pickings cause they’re releasing an all-time greatest hits cd instead of their usual kidz bop vol. 300

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galleria and her mom fighting... could use some NVC skills

reminds me of me and mom when we fight... we could use some NVC skills

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oh no Chanel’s mom just dropped the bomb of moving like that??!?!? not ok

Galleria’s award-winning solution: “tell her no chance, no dance”

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Galleria really wants money/luxury huh...

what about the art? what about the stage? i’m kinda getting the sense that what she really wants is to be a producer or agent (but she has such a talent for songwriting!)

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Galleria: “if he can’t respect my art, he can’t have my heart“

also Aqua thinks that those rival upperclassmen are “fine” which is just nonsensical

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aww Galleria and Chanel are such a cute pair <3

but will Galleria’s ambition tear them apart??!?

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Jackal wants to record the track in just a week? hm

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ok Galleria is so funny when she’s full of herself- being hilarious when being annoying is really Raven-Symone’s specialty as an actress

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does chompcheetah.com work?

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Aqua got way too mean girl when telling Chanel to reign her wife, i mean best friend, in. I remember thinking that was not good friend behavior when I was little

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ad break: hahahaha Skye Katz has a commercial with Tony the Tiger. I don’t know why that’s kinda fun

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apparently some people have gotten promo boxes for DCOM and Dessert?? how are they getting these???

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photo credit: https://twitter.com/minkus/status/1381684466150600705

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oh Galleria, if only you had better interpersonal skills...

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Dorinda dance time [music emoji]

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Chanel is a precious baby <3  stop neglecting her Mama Chanel!!

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ok, did “Breakthrough” ever get play on the radio? cause i swear i thought it was a regular, non-Cheetah Girls song cause I heard it so much. am i just imagining this? am i confusing it with those other dozens of songs like it that were on 2003 radio?

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Dorinda having a crisis about what race she is didn’t make sense to me when I was little, but I totally get what she means now

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aww, the Cheetah Girls are a chosen family <3

and Dorinda and Chanel are such a sweet pair <3

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oh my god i forgot about that cd cover BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Galleria is so transparent

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snapshot of the music exec’s pitch: “kids love endangered species. kids wanna party.” classic

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also dude you’re an adult putting your arms around a teen girl. GET OFF HER!!!

this film is definitely missing several scenes where Galleria shoves these dudes’ arms off her

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i’ve.

made mistakes before, but

i know i’m not perfect,

but it’s ok cause

who

could

eh-

-ver

be

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i SO wanted Aqua’s outfit in “Girl Power” when i was a kid

also, the bridges in all these rock. i mean, EVERY part of each of these songs is incredible, but i’m always amazed by how strong those bridges are in particular

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i know that “All Around the World” is supposed to be cheap pop schlock, but like, I love cheap pop schlock so I don’t hate it heh

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Aqua’s going mean girl again :/  the way she communicates really stresses me out

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I can’t believe this movie is over halfway done! it goes so fast!!!

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hmm, Chanel it’s lovely that’s you want to show that you’re grateful to your mom, but like, I think you have some problems you still need to talk about. you gotta speak your truth! she needs to hear in detail about all the things that have been bothering you!

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now everyone on twitter is getting all emotional watching the Cheetah Girls, and you know, i feel it- this movie gets really real

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wait, for this recipe for upside down cheetah cakes, are these cakes or english muffins?? they do not look like what i expected

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time for Galleria’s soulful piano ballad in the auditorium. very theatre kid of her

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ah, blond kid doesn’t like pop music, i see. he will never fit in with a gay like Galleria.

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Galleria’s talking about lipsynching like she was asked to dance with the devil at midnight

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now blond kid is trying to tell Galleria about the path of a true artist. these kids!

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the detail of Galleria’s favorite movie being The Wizard of Oz is really cute tho

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wow, they got Global Get Down to market in like, 2 days. what kind of racket is Jackal Johnson running?

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Galleria just slammed into a cop and made him drop his donut: Cheetah Girls say ACAB

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never mind, the police are helping get Toto out- they responded way more positively to a black teen in a pink cheetah print jumpsuit than they would in real life. Cheetah Girls do not say ACAB :(

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bahahahahahaha Sonic Chaos is on stage- white boy’s rapping. how can he say that Galleria’s pop music is fluff when this is his work???!?!?!? what a hypocrite. or... he’s trying to mess with Galleria’s head to take her out of the competition!!!! insidious

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ppppfpfpfajipfeqpsihqpeihvdapiejdvpajfiodacj the white boy’s dance moves!!!!!! SO LAME BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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Trinka was about to tell us a story about going to the movies with the Captain and Tennille and I’m kinda curious?

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the way the power comes on and then Galleria’s face is blown up on screen is so funny ahahahaha

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all the adults in this movie are so New York heh

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hooray Toto is saved by the power of music!!

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when blond boy isn’t posturing, he’s ok actually, but he is really posturing almost all the time. also he’s supposed to be a sophomore in high school but he looks like he’s 24. ah well, whatever

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time for a ballad of sisterhood in the streets T-T

chills down my spine

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ghahahahahahaha I forgot about that guitar solo

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oh my gosh what a song to end on though!!!

and with all the smoke and lights and the choreo aaaaaaa

legendary~!

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wait i totally forgot about this dance break, except for Toto’s dance in it

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“Cheetah Girls, Cheetah Sisters” = an anthem of cross-community solidarity

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cheetah por vida indeed

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hooray they won the talent show!!! and everyone’s happy about it!!!

but guys, I think Jackal Johnson might have hung up by now

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and what sparkly beautiful fireworks to end on <3

what a wonderful film!!!!!!!!!!!!

also i want to look up some of the other songs the music ppl on this film made cause, damn, they really did an INCREDIBLE JOB!!!!!!

(also i was hoping there would be some interview portions but it’s ok- when it comes to the cheetah girls, we’ve already got plenty of hot goss)

and that’s the end! AND ZENON IS NEXT WEEK I CANT WAIT

[fatesinthenight]

Bim's Date (part 2)

“So what do you think?” Bim looks around the restaurant happily. “I have been told it is a good place to go to for a date.”

“Was that person Mark?” You laugh.

“Ummm no… What makes you say that?” Bim asks knowing he was caught.

“It’s the Crackle Barrel Bim. You know that’s his favorite place.” You smile.

“Ok ok fine you got me. I didn’t know any other place to go to.” Bim admits trying to smooth out his hair embarrassed.

“No it’s ok. To be honest I have never been here. So this will be fun.” You reassure Bim. He relaxes just a bit and smiles back at you.

“What are they saying?” Willford asks loudly.

“Shhhh we are trying to remain in disguise Will. That’s what it means to be stealthy.” Silver whispers hiding obvious behind the menu.

“How did we get to this point…” Dr. Iplier sighs. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Oooo look guys!! They are having a special. I need me some grub while we are here.” Ed goes over the menu eagerly.

“To answer the Doctors question. Willford ran out to look for Bim himself. Google goes through messages exchanged by Bim to (Y/N) and sees they would come here. The egos then proceed to make themselves look different according to Silver to hide our identities. Soon we find Willford Warfstache still running down the street and take him in the car. Now here we sit spying on Bim and his date.” The Host saids recalling the events.

“Trying to remain under the radar and not succeeding clearly.” Google sighs.

Silver took off his costume and only put on a pair of sunglasses, a hat that saids Silver in big black letters, and a shirt that saids “Undercover”. Willford changed his mustache to look black, put on a pink knitted hat with a yellow Pom Pom at the top, and a red and white striped jacket. Ed took off his hat only and put on a brown leather jacket. The doctor had sunglasses, a backwards cap (Willford made him put it on like that), and causal clothes rather than his usually doctor outfit. Goggle refused to put on a ‘disguise’ but was force to wear a beanie with a big 'G’ on it, more sunglasses, and a Rastafarian shirt with a lion on it. Host had big sunglasses to cover up his eye patches instead of using his bandages, the patch of blond in his hair was spray painted to match the rest of his dark hair, he had a t-shirt that said “Pentatonics”, he needed his cane on him and had torn jeans.

“What are you talking about? Our disguises are perfect!!!” Willford said proudly as he was going through the the children’s activities with a crayon.

“We look ridiculous and very obvious Willford. Bim isn’t stupid he will know it’s us.” The Doctor saids head in his hand.

“That’s why we are at a table far away from him. Far enough to so he will not see us but just enough to where we can get a good view of him without him noticing.” Silver said peeking from his menu.

“I still can’t believe we had to get advice from Yandere.” The doctor shakes his head.

“Hey if anyone knows about stalking someone it is him. We had to ask.” Ed saids as he goes though the menu.

“Again… We are not stalking. We are just looking out for Bim.” Willford saids as he finishes the last activity.

“Host thinks maybe we are crossing the line.” Host saids turning to the others.

“Hosty you know just as much as me that Bim can be sensitive so if this person really is using him we need to stop it before it happens.” Willford saids seriously.

“Host understands… But Host also hopes this doesn’t make Bim hate us for it.” Host saids facing down.

The others became silent. They care about Bim and know this could hurt him. Still they wanted to keep him safe. “So does this mean we don’t get dessert?” Willford asks.

Across the restaurant you are laughing at Bim’s story. “Are you serious? And he just walked away.”

“Well more like ran away. I mean he painted Darks room pink and put up photos of himself in his office to. Will said it was the best April Fools prank by far.” Bim laughs remembering the incident.

“Your house must be a really fun place to live at.” You smile.

“It is. But you know sometimes it isn’t. You know Dark has a tendency to bring us down from time to time. Still reminds me I’m just a second rate television host. I will never get my own show.” Bim looks upset and looks down at the table moving the straw in his cup around.

You feel bad for Bim. You know from what you have heard that Dark is really bad but as a fan you don’t get to see all the bad thing he does constantly like Bim does. You reach out at place a hand on Bim’s. “You know he is wrong right? Who is he to tell you what you are good at? You are you and you are fine just the way you are. You may not have your own show but you still get those segments and well it might be small but it is something right?” You smile and tilt your head. Bim blushes red. He looks at your hand on his, it feels warm and calms him. He looks up at you and smiles shyly.

“Thank you for that (Y/N). Hey I have only been talking about myself. Something I’m good at. Tell me about yourself more.” Bim saids smiling big and outing on the t.v host charm. You pat his hand and take it back giggling.

You go on to tell him about yourself. About your likes and dislikes. About your family and your hobbies. Mention fun times with friends and what you are up to now. Bim listens to every word smiling. He laughs at your funny stories and asks about your hobbies because you light up when you talk about how much you love them and he thinks it’s cute. You also tell him a sad story about yourself and he reaches out like you did and takes your hand in his. “But your here now and everything is ok. Right?” Bim saids and smiles brightly. You blush pink as he holds your hand. You smile at him and he lets go once the food comes in.

Back at the ego table Ed is stuffing his face with appetizers. “Did he just hold hands with someone!”

“Ed manners come on. Your going to choke on your food if you talk with it full. And I will not help you if you do start to choke.” Dr. Iplier saids and takes a drink of his water.

“That’s right Ed. Have some manners.” Willford saids while his face is covered in chocolate.

“Look who is talking you ordered all the desserts!!” The Doctor motions to the table that is covered in all the desserts from the menu and the one plate of appetizers from Ed.

“From my calculations the bill will be very expensive. I’m not paying for it.” Goggles eyes glow from behind the sunglasses for a moment as he calculates the price.

“Host suggest Willford pays since he is the one who ordered the most.” Host saids calmly as he takes a bite from the chocolate cake Willford is devouring. “I do admit this does taste nice.”

“See someone appreciates it!” Willford saids. Silver is also happily munching on a pie.

“You are not helping guys… Ughhhh Goggle tell us the information on Bim’s date that you found.” The doctor looks at Google.

“Of course.” He takes out a file. “I have the information printed out and organized here.” He opens it up and looks at the first page. “Their name is (Y/N). They seem to be normal. Nothing too out of the ordinary. They do look good to be honest.” The egos take a peek at you. You are eating and giggle at Bim who gets exited when he gets his order.

“True (Y/N) is cute. I’m almost impressed he got a date.” Doc saids.

“Our sweet Bim is growing up.” Willford takes a napkin and dabs at his tears of joy and blows his nose loudly.

“Anyway… Going through the these from social media they seem good. But look here."Google point at one of the pages. ” (Y/N) is obviously a huge fan of Mark. And look at this post. It saids “One day I wish I would be lucky enough to go out Mark.” You guys don’t think…“

"That (Y/N) really is using Bim only to feel like they are going out with Mark… O no.. Not again…” Willford looks up at Bim at his table worried. He sees Bim smiling so brightly with you. You both eat your dinner and talk happily. Will doesn’t want Bim’s heart to break again..

Back at the ego house Dark smiles at his guest walks in. “Finally. They already left and have been there for 20 minutes already. If you get ready now we can leave in time to catch them at the mini golf course.” Dark saids tossing his guest clothes to change into. “I know you don’t like this idea but you know it has to happen. You don’t want sweet Bim to get his heart broken again like last time. Like I honestly care but I need him to learn a lesson and this will teach him why we made our rule of not allowing egos to date. You know what you have to do right.”

The guest comes out the bathroom from changing. They have on a nice suit and have changed their hair to look slick back. “I don’t like it but I have to… For Bim.” Mark sighs and shakes himself off. He made himself ready for the part of Bim Trimmer.

[zacklover24]

CrossRoads Chapter V

So funny story, what lavender is doing with the chicks my old dog use to do. My old dog who passed away due to old age dog rest her soul, was part shepard. So when we took her to the park should would herd the other dogs up. It was really funny to watch. 

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Angel was pissed. And there were few things in Eos that made her pissed. Top of her list was someone picking on Prompto or those dumbasses going on a behemoth hunt.  A behemoth, really? Angel let out a growl/hiss as she took a sip from her drink. Lavender seemed to be having fun, she was trying to herd the chicks into a group. The little puppy let out a happy bark as she herded the chicks into a circle. Wiz and Angel laughed. Angel stood stretching out. She hated sitting for too long. As she stood, she spotted a young hunter eyeing her. She gave him a half smile and turned waiting for the guys.

“Angel Leonis?” The hunter asks approaching her.

“The one and the only.” She says with a smile.

“It’s an honor to finally meet one the best hunter around.” The hunter smiles, as Angel took a step back. Well this was awkward.

“Well I try.” She half smiles taking another step back and bumping to something solid and warm.

“I was wondering if you would like to…”

“Something wrong Ang?” A baritone, gravelly sounding tone voice asks, as an all too familiar tattooed arm draped itself across her shoulder. Aww Gladio to save the day,

“Umm yea you see.” Angel starts to say as he pulled her close to his side. The hunter didn’t take the hint nor did he back down, he cast a glare to Gladio.

“I was trying to ask Miss. Leonis out.” The hunter tells Gladio. Gladio gave the hunter a leveled look as Angel was trying to not look at the hunter.

“Listen pal, Ang here ain’t interested.” And there it was.

“I would like to hear it from Miss. Leonis.”

“Trust me she ain’t interested.” He snaps, Gladio had height and muscle over the hunter. The hunter and Gladio started at each other, before the hunter smartly backed down

“Whatever she’s not worth it.” The hunter scoffs before walking off. Gladio let out a snort

“You okay there Ang?” He asks ruffling the top her head. Angel let out a whine. She really hated that.

“Yea, thanks you bemouth.” As she started to fix her hair. Wait bemouth…. Angel let out a growl as she punched Gladio in the stomach, which did nothing. Gladio knew from so many childhood fights that her punching him was nothing.

“I take it your mad over the dead eye thing.” Angel snorted. “Right.” As he pointed to the others, Ignis and Noctis were watching Prompto take photos of the chicks.

“IGNIS!” Angel yells startling him, Noctis, Prompto and the chicks who let out scared peeps and ran out of the circle. Lavender let out a bark and went after them. “You’re the smart one!” As she stalked over to the advisor and poked him in the chest.

“You’re the smart one! For God’s sake act like it. Why did you think taking on a bemouth was a good idea?”

“It was fun?” Prompto chirps, earning a harsh glare from his sister.

“Well?” She asks tapping her foot. Ignis gave her a look, it was the look. The look that said, ‘why do you think?’

“Can you deny Prompto?” He asks, “And if it meant getting rid of a dangerous and nasty monster where was the harm?”

“Prom almost dying? You almost dying? Noct almost dying? Gladio almost dying?” She lists off jabbing him in the chest each time.

“I’m sorry my dear.”

“You better be.” She mutters, “And you.” As she turned her gaze to Promtpo who let out an eep. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

“Very?” He asks taking a step back. Those he equally worried about Angel.

“Yes very. If it wasn’t for dad or for any of my hunter friends then fuck.” As she pulled him into a hug, “You don’t know how worried I’ve been.” Prompto smiled and hugged his sister back.

“Sorry Ang.” As hugged her tightly.

“Wait Ang how did you know we were here?” Noctis asks.

“Oh, Wiz told me.” As she pulled out of the hug and looked down looking for lavender who was herding the chicks again.

“Wiz told you? Why?” Ignis asks.

“Wiz is my friend. When I gave you my tags I did it knowing that you would need all the help you could get. By now you’ve heard how great a hunter I am.” Angel explain rubbing the back of her head. Prompto let out a snort. “Yea well better safe than sorry.”

The night was spent catching up and learning about the plan. The plan being get to Lestallum asap. When asked about Iris, Angel told Gladio that the girl spent half the night crying over the death of her father, the loose of her home and loose of her friends. Angel did her best to get her back to sleep. But Iris has not been the same.  That made Gladio worried, Iris needed him.

Morning came a little too fast if you were to ask Angel. Angel woke to the chocobos chirping and to snoring. She cracked open one amber eye to see that Gladio was sleeping on his back, and being flanked on either side by Prompto and Noctis and snoring. Ignis was still sleeping, good. Angel may or may not have slipped him a sleeping aid last night. He looked tired. Not that she blamed him, with the loose of the crystal and the crown city he must been working hard to think up ways to get both back. And trying to take care of others and of a puppy, could not be good for him.

With a yawn Angel stretched and got up. The morning looked good enough to go swimming. Finding and putting on her light blue bikini with the flower print and tying on skirt she went down to the lake. But not alone. Lavender followed her.

Angel did enjoy the cool clear water of the Alstor Slough lake, she was also happy that must of the monsters that called the lake bed their home were nowhere in sight, just the friendly grazing monster having their breakfast.

As Angel swam to the deeper parts of the lake, lavender choose to stay in the shallows chasing after the minnows and the frogs. She was having a fun time trying to catch and eat the little fish. They would be leaving for Lestallum today, and try to find a clue to the next royal tomb.

“Worst scavenger hunt.” Angel mutters diving under the water. As her father told her they needed the power of the kings. Even if it meant putting everyone in danger. She broke the surface to find Ignis sitting on the towel she had spread out.

“Well good morning my dear.” He greets from the towel. The advisor was sitting on the towel with a pair of mugs looking a little smug.

“How?”

“Wiz told me, said you like to go for an early morning swim weather permitting.” Angel stuck her tongue out, “Rather childish of you.”

“So, what I’m going to do a few more laps.” As she started to swim off. “We can talk when I get back.”

“Very well my dear.” As he took a sip from of the mugs.

End of line

[nosidam]

Seville

Tuesday, Feb. 6

Up at 6:15 and out the door my 7:00.  I could hear the loud snores of my host down the hall.  He was nice little man, but I couldn’t help get a bit of a creepy vibe from him, I made sure to lock my bedroom door and bathroom door at all times just to be safe.  He was unemployed, had been a journalist  and now relies on his parents to support him.  According to him the unemployment rate in Spain is somewhere between 25-30%, the average person makes 800-1000 Euros a month in income.  With the prices in the stores and restaurants it must be quite a hardship on these people.

Fernando’s advice had been sound, I walked 15 minutes to the north train station that provided a free shuttle to the south train station.  At the train station I had my first McDonald’s experience - the only option at the station - I grabbed a coffee.  

At this train station you had to put your bags through security screening, and when I went to show my eticket, I was redirected to the Club to get my ticket printed.  I guess paperless is not a universal concept.  The train was lovely, it’s a 4 hour ride….a good opportunity to catch up on my photos and blog while seeing the countryside.  Not to mention, catch a nap as well, at least I tried to catch a nap.  How is it that when you are sitting there with your eyes closed the person beside you decides to make a phone call.  And not just one…then another and another.  She had slept initially while I quietly caught up on my blog.  Now that I wanted to nap it was a different story.  I finally got fed up and grabbed my stuff and moved.  I was a bit miffed she had sat beside me in the first place as there were other empty seats.  I dropped my things at a new seat and then used the facilities, only to find on my return that she moved to the area I put my stuff in…what?!!!!!  I don’t know what the hell she was thinking….I moved back to my spot - what a moron.

Once in Seville came the same old…”how to get where I’m going”.  Found the bus alright and botched the pronunciation of my stop.  Thankfully the Spanish have been able to understand my dreadful accent.  The words always sound so much better in my head.

When I got to what I thought was my apartment, I rang the buzzer, no answer then rang again.  Walked in the building and thankfully left my suitcase at the foot of the stairs to ensure I was at the right spot.  Up the stairsI knocked on a door and heard the shuffle of approaching footsteps .  An elderly woman answered the door…Juan?  I asked.  Nope, wrong place ….she motioned for me to go around the corner.  Back downstairs I go and try to get out…not happening.  I looked for a buzzer release on the wall somewhere…nothing, the door would not open!  Back up the stairs I go, timidly knocking on the door. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle…the door opens, I apologize profusely and motion that the door won’t open.  She pushes the button from her suite, I thank her and run down before the door changes it’s mind.

I finally find the place around the corner, and yes…up the stairs I go.  The guy was just mopping the floors as I arrived, inviting me in to the suite.  I had a nice room, a mini tour, a set of keys and I was ready to go.  Juan pulled out a map for me and pointed out all the places for me to go.  First on the agenda was food!  I didn’t really have a chance to eat and was eager for a meal.  He pointed me in the direction for restaurant options and I sussed out an outdoor space to sit, order some food and drink, and a toast to myself for making it to Seville.  I had some lasagna, somehow was craving it….not a Spanish specialty for the record - at least the beer was good.

Ventured out to find the sights marked off on the map.  First up was the Metropol Parasol - a wooden structure located in the old quarter of Seville.  It was designed by the German architect Jurgen Mayer and completed in April 2011. It has dimensions of 150 by 70 metres (490 by 230 ft) and an approximate height of 26 metres (85 ft) and claims to be the largest wooden structure in the world.  

Like always, it took me a bit to find it….but success in the end.  My host mentioned that you can go up top and then have a view of the city, the ticket also entitles you to a free beverage.  It was a lovely view of the cityscape, the weather cooperated completely ( sorry to all of you back home, buried under snow ).  From there I wandered and eventually stumbled on the Seville Cathedral.  A modern train runs very slowly, along the tracks in front of the cathedral - couldn’t help but appreciate the contrast of time periods 30m apart.  I walked around the Cathedral and poked my head in the exit of Alcazar.  Had I any sense I would have just walked right in!  No one was there and I would’ve save myself 9.50 euros.  

Took pictures of the beautiful Giralda, the bell tower of the Cathedral, really was breathtakingly beautiful.  I can’t help but marvel at the minds and genius of those who design and build these wonderful structures that millions of people come to see year after year after year.  If only they could have known the impact they made with their creation and hard work.

I managed to find my way back….funny how much easier it is getting back - why is that?  Grabbed a few groceries and headed back to the flat.  After walking 13 km I was a bit tired and welcomed a nice soft bed.  

Seville is really a lovely city, such a different vibe than any of the other cities. It feels a bit more like Mexico in the back streets but not so smelly, cleaner and more eclectic.  Definite influence from Morocco and the Middle East.