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room for two | jjk: prologue

a series from the "Misfit Parent Collection"

⌞banner and dividers by @itaeewon

title: room for two

pairing: heir/retired boxer!jeon jungkook x single mother!reader

genre/rating: angst, slow burn, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, ceo!jungkook, divorced!reader, aged up characters (in their mid thirties), surrogacy/pregnancy au; 18+

summary: As you signed the contract, you thought all your problems were solved—and so did he. However, no one can predict what life will throw your way. 

Despite your prejudices, this journey will reveal that the bond you share goes deeper than your womb.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions a sh*tty parent, character death, borderline inappropriate workplace relationships but nothing has exactly happened, swearing, mentions boxing & knockouts, people either like jungkook or they hate him, let me know if i missed anything 

release date: april 26th, 2024; 10:50pm est

note: the prologue is here !! i hope you all are ready for this ride. it's been a two year journey for me and i'm so happy you all get to join me. we have a lot to cover and so many people to meet. i hope you're ready !!

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One year ago.

The doors open to reveal the setting sun on the horizon. Shades of orange and red paint the sky as the faint presence of stars patiently awaits the giant orb's departure. 

Jungkook steps out into the crisp evening air without regard for the gusts that violently displace his perfectly styled bangs. 

His urgent steps have nothing to do with the conditions. After a long and exhausting day, he tends to enjoy a nippy pre-spring breeze. 

When he approaches the exit, his energy is almost completely drained. The first step he takes out of the building is like an instant charge, and the wind hitting his face is like a slap that brings him back to reality.

If that isn't enough to wake up his brain, the sharpness of his security personnel's tone will surely have him alert. 

Two men of large stature guide him to his Porsche. He can only imagine the twinkle in his eyes when they land on his baby—resting idly while she waits for him to claim his rightful seat behind the wheel.

Jungkook nearly bypasses his guards as he takes excited strides toward his vehicle. However, a muscular bicep forms a barricade directly in front of the young CEO, reminding him of the dangers of wandering ahead of them in public. 

Only authorized staff are allowed on the premises. Still, even a company as large as Sport's 5 cannot dictate who stands on a public sidewalk. Fortunately, most of the people who choose to spend their time out here are harmless. However, he still understands the importance of safety.

Some people are so desperate they'd do anything to get a picture with the Big 5—a panel Jungkook used to sit on before being offered an executive position. 

Sport's 5 comprises five individuals who have had exceptional professional sports careers. These are mainly retired sportsmen and women who still love the game.

Jungkook was offered a seat at the table before he could properly hang up his gloves. Everyone wanted to know his story, his input and opinions, and his firsthand account of the KO he delivered right to Joey "The Rhino" Reese.

Although it was the best highlight of his career, he's never publicly spoken on that night out of respect for the legend and his family. It'd be pointless to keep retelling the events when they're online for everyone to see. 

Despite keeping his mouth shut about the fall of an icon, he still receives his share of hate from the boxer's diehard fans.

"Coward!"

He hears a man shouting insults from across the street, but most of his words are inaudible due to the distance. It can't be anything good because a family walking by promptly covers their child's ears every time the man opens his mouth.

Like on any other occasion, Jungkook shrugs off the spew of hate and gets into his car, wishing security a safe night. The engine roars as he pushes start. The sound of purring grasps one of the men's attention, and he turns around with a point, a silent compliment that Jungkook accepts with a nod as he speeds away.

With only headlights in his rearview mirror, Jungkook zooms through the city—wondering where his journey will take him. After the day he's had, home seems like a great option, but he isn't in the mood to spend a weeknight surrounded by silence in a large penthouse.

So, he drives downtown, aiming for any bar without a crowd. That shouldn't be too hard. Most people have work tomorrow, and they aren't in the mood for a party, and neither is he. 

A distraction is all he needs to ease his restless mind.

He reaches the heart of the city and parks near the curb. Heads turn as he exits his vehicle, wondering who he could be. With his shades on and natural hair color, it's hard for people to recognize his identity these days. 

Still, everyone is captivated by the car he steps out of. They could care less about his appearance. The real attention grabbers are the wealth that oozes from his body and his Porsche. Without money, he's just another guy.

Jungkook adjusts his suit as he scopes out the area. He notices the establishment across from him has upbeat music blasting through the speakers. Judging by the people lined up, waiting to get in—it's more of a nightclub than a lounge.

He sighs as he eliminates one place after another, eventually deciding to walk the strip and see what it offers. 

He nearly misses it as he strolls aimlessly, but tucked in the corner—dark and rustic—is just what he's been searching for.

Somewhere laid back and secluded; just somewhere you go for a drink and maybe a few rounds of pool.

He can count the number of occupants in there on one hand, so before anyone can figure out who he is, he steps inside and removes his glasses. He scans the room and acknowledges those who randomly lock eyes with him.

Jungkook can't help but admire the way this place is set up. The outside doesn't do it any justice; he can't even remember the name on the sign. He'll have to check on his way out; tell some of his colleagues to visit so it can gain some more customers.

He'll have to look into that another time, though. He wants to spend only a little time here, so he makes his way to the bar. 

Two women stand on each side; one is at the register printing someone's bill, and the other is already waiting for him to order.

The greeting he receives is warm and sincere. One you will only find in a few places. He offers a smile, the best he can give, at least.

"Hey. Just a Jack & Coke for me," he replies.

With a slight nod, the bartender begins preparing his drink. 

While Jungkook waits, he starts going through his phone, checking texts he missed while he was up to his neck in paperwork.

Most of them are from associates, his trainer, and…

His assistant?

The number isn't saved because he hasn't used it, but he sees the name in a previous message—letting him know he's speaking with the woman he hired four months ago.

6:54 pm (###) ###-####: Hi! I think I dropped my earring in your car when we grabbed lunch today. Can you check?

He doesn't have to.

Jungkook saw when the earring "fell" between the center console and the passenger seat. It happened right after its owner dropped it there. 

He can't help but laugh at the whole thing. Had he remembered, he would have said something immediately, but he has to admit that the low-cut blouse was a great choice. He can't count how many red lights he almost ran, sneaking glances.

Usually, he has no problem keeping things professional, but with all the flirting and teasing over the last few weeks, the temptation is becoming a bit unbearable. 

Maybe he should take a detour on the way home and return the "lost" item.

7:49 pm Him: I'll look in a few

After he sends the message, his drink is placed before him, and he abandons his phone without hesitation.

"Tab or no?"

"No, love. That's it for me.."

He places a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and pushes it toward the woman behind the counter.

"Keep what's left," he insists.

She takes the cash and walks to the register, leaving him alone to sip his liquor and bob his head to some classic rock.

As soon as the glass touches his lip, he takes a large sip, and regret washes over his entire body.

"What the—"

"Don't drink that," the other bartender whispers sharply.

She rushes over and takes the glass from his hand, instantly replacing it with a new one.

"She's trying, but…"

Jungkook understands entirely. She's still learning. Everyone's been there, even him.

"Don't worry about it," he insists. "Let me grab my wallet—"

She declines.

"It's on me, sweetheart."

Before he can argue, she walks away and disappears with the horrible drink her coworker made.

Despite the little hiccup, Jungkook is glad he found this little gem. It seems like a nice place for a good time, but also somewhere to unwind. There's a bar, a dance floor, a billiards table—and whoever is in charge of the music has great taste.

He'll definitely be back, maybe even tomorrow.

The next sip he takes does exactly what it's supposed to do. "Goddamn it."

The liquor makes his mouth and throat tingle as it travels into his body. He can feel his body relaxing already. Now, all he needs is a shower and—

His phone buzzes in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

Once again, the number is unknown. 

Jungkook intends to ignore it, but his thumb accidentally presses accept. He stares at the screen in disbelief as he hears the faint sound of someone's voice on the other end of the call.

Slowly, he brings it to his ear and acknowledges the caller.

"Hello?"

"Hi, son."

Great, this is just what he needs right now. A call from his father, someone who basically disowned him for chasing the same dream that led to his wealth and success. 

"Yeah, I'm kind of busy. Can I call you back?"

He lies so he can end the call. There isn't a drink here that can give him enough strength to put up with this man. He can't deal with this tonight, and he won't.

"Hold on!" he shouts through the phone, making Jungkook release a defeated sigh. 

He's entirely prepared to hang up in his father's face if he has to, but he'll entertain him for a few more seconds.

"Look, I don't know who pumped your balls up so large that you have the audacity to call me, but—"

"It's your grandfather, Jungkook."

There's a pause.

There is a long, dreadful pause. It's as if Jungkook already knows what he's about to say, and unfortunately, his instinct is right.

"He's dead."

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[wordsinhaled]

the thing about crowley’s confession is… he must have thought about it in the bit of time he had before doing it. i mean... he went and sat outside marguerite’s with his wine, and thought. he thought very hard about how there was a threat—a sleeper—a ticking time bomb in aziraphale’s bookshop that could explode at any moment, take away all their hard-won peace, their safety, their comfort.

but most importantly, a threat to aziraphale. gabriel had tried once to destroy aziraphale already, and only hadn’t because they'd swapped bodies. and crowley's clearly terrified that this time, what they're doing feels reckless, feels like playing with something far too important at stake. it's like... already knowing someone is so important to you—and then having the possibility that it could really be something dangled in front of you—and then knowing there's an existential threat to that potential? awful. horrifying. no wonder he can't find the words.

we know crowley is a romantic. we know how much joy it brings him to see other people fall in love. and... honestly... i'm not sure it’s that nina needed to spell the nature of his feelings out for him, exactly. crowley's known where he stands towards aziraphale for a long time if we're to judge him by his acts (which are always acts of service, care, and attention, which always speak louder than his words). so i don't think it was that, as much as just—the experience of being perceived by someone else, sort of jostling something for him.

because crowley's watched the romance films, hasn't he, he knows the exact tropes he's working with, but the idea that they could apply to him—to him and aziraphale? i don't think he considered that until it was offered to him as an option. and once it was, there was crowley's mind far exceeding the speed limit trying to wrap itself around all of this.

and so he must have looked at it, and all signs, all signs, were pointing to aziraphale being receptive.

crowley probably thought about all the times aziraphale had touched him in the last day alone. all the little glances and looks aziraphale had been giving him, which crowley surely hadn’t missed because he’s always staring right back. he probably thought about how aziraphale thinks the bentley is their car and the bookshop is their shop, about how aziraphale told him that he thought they’d carved a peaceful existence out for themselves. and after the ball, he probably thought about how aziraphale asked him to dance, at this event that was meant to get other people to fall in love, but aziraphale had wanted to dance with him.

so crowley most likely looked at all of this and thought he’s finally ready. he’s finally caught up. when i ask this time, he’s going to say yes. and he watched aziraphale so warily, too, after the realization, because there's a way that it feels, to be holding on to a truth so direly important and so terribly exciting and so very requited, as far as crowley can tell. it's like, am i holding myself differently now? can he tell? has he always been able to tell? am i about to muck it up? i'm about to muck it up. i muck everything up, but not this. not this. he's the center of my universe so it's worth it. and it's alright, even if i muck it up, because he's going to say yes. dear god: i'd only ask if it was important.

and so he queued up their song in the bentley and he talked to muriel like they’re a them, like they’re going to be a couple, a couple who needs us time. he gave himself the luxury of imagining it, of planning it all out in his mind—how everyone was going to finally leave off pulling them toward some greater purpose and just let the two of them be together, and aziraphale was going to at last let crowley be to him what he’s always wanted to be—what he’s been being already, evidently, to the point where strangers on the street ask how long they’ve been together.

and then in the end, to be rejected like that. to be rejected even while the love is pouring off aziraphale in anguished waves—and if he loves me too, then why won't he say yes? to be rejected and to know this isn't how it's supposed to go, even though it's the way it's always gone. crowley always asks and aziraphale always says no. somehow, this time was supposed to be different. he'd dared to hope properly. and how had he misjudged it so terribly this time? how much of it had been wishful thinking? and he had to have felt aziraphale's hands grasping at his shoulders, had to have felt the start of a kiss returned, and thought that maybe there was a spark of hope yet.

but there wasn't.

because nothing lasts forever. apparently.

[jungwnies]

✰ syn ’ safe for work a-z boyfriend for jay park ✰ pairing ’ boyfriend!jay x gn!reader

requested!

a ⋆ affection - how affectionate are they?

very

very extremely affectionate

he's always touching you

always holding your hand

he likes to fiddle with your fingers

or he likes to play with your hair

he just loved being around you

and he tells you he loves you like all the damn time

b ⋆ bonding - how often do they bond with you?

whenever he has the chance to

he is always trying to hang out with you

tells you he misses you after 2 minutes of being apart tbh

he's so clingy but it's not overly clingy so it's okay

he always bonds with you

he will sit in a room with you and just do his own thing

as long as you guys are together everything is okay

c ⋆ communication - do they keep in touch with you when they're away?

uhhh duh

he literally sneaks his phone during events just to text you

buys airplane wi-fi just to be able to contact you

he is DEDICATED to being with you even if it's through some pixels on a screen

he will always keep in touch

communication is extremely important with jay i can't even express how important it is

d ⋆ dates - how often do they set up a date for you two?

all the time

he's always taking you out to eat tbh

his love language is litrally acts of service

he loves doing things for you

especially taking you on dates and seeing you get all dressed up for him

it literally makes him weak in the knees tbh

bro is ready to give everything up for you

e ⋆ essential - what is the thing that is important to them?

family and his members

in the beginning his relationship wasn't as important to him

but once he knew you guys were going to last he started to prioritize you more

basically you're family to him, his wife/husband, duh?

but he values his relationships more than anything!

f ⋆ friends - how did the friendship start?

you guys just kinda met through a mutual friend tbh and got close

your friends did not expect you and jay to get along and when they found out you guys liked eachother?

they were literally so shocked

g ⋆ gross - what is the thing he hates in your relationship?

he hates fighting

he's a very expressive person

and when he fights he tends to raise his voice

and he does not like raising his voice at you

so he tries not to argue with you

and when you pick petty arguments with him it really makes him upset because he hates fighting over stupid shit

h ⋆ hugs - do they like hugs? how do they feel?

yes

he loves hugging you

his hugs aren't big

but they are so tight

he's basically trying to squeeze you till you pop tbh

they are very comforting when you two are cuddling in bed especially though

i ⋆ intercourse - how are they during intercourse?

he's good

he's very loving

very domestic

very vanilla

literally loves missionary

just loves being close and intimate with you

it never gets old though

j ⋆ jealousy - how jealous do they get?

very

oh my god

his temper is so bad

so ofc he's gonna get jealous

why is jay lowkey a toxic jealous..

just very possessive over you

does NOT want another guy looking at you tbh

he will have murder on his mind if a guy looks a second too long

k ⋆ kiss - how good are they at kissing?

good

he loves kissing you

always kissing your neck or your shoulder

and steals a kiss from you every time you turn your head towards him

l ⋆ love - how do they show their love to you?

through acts of service of course

and physical touch

AND gift giving

he loves spoiling you, taking you out to dinner, taking you on trips

he just loves it ugh

m ⋆ mad - how often do you argue?

sometimes you guys clash

a little more often than some others

but that doesn't change how much he loves you

like i said, avoid petty arguments

he doesn't enjoy them, and i hope you don't either

n ⋆ naughty - how do they deal with you annoying them?

they just

don't

he ignores it

but sometimes he laughs

okay i lied

he always laughs

he doesn't get annoyed

he just thinks you're so cute trying to annoy him

o ⋆ open - how often do they open up to you?

he's very open with you

always having gossip sesh's with him

tells you all the hybe tea tbh

literally tells you all his problems

and even the members go to you for advice

he's very open <;/3

p ⋆ pet names - how are they with pet names?

babe, prince(ss), love, honey, sweetheart

he's not a baby person

never calls you by your name

always calls you by the pet name he picks for you

q ⋆ quiet - silent treatment?

he doesn't give you the silent treatment

if there is a problem you guys ARE going to talk about it

there is no avoiding anything in this relationship

even though he has a short temper, he will always talk things out with you

his communication skills are extremely good

r ⋆ ramble - how often do they talk about you to others?

all the time

but not in a bragging manner

just in the manner that's like "oh y/n and i did this" a few days ago

nothing that's privacy invading

just what you guys did or have planned to do

but he will never fail to mention at least a few times how amazing you are to him

and he is so glad he has you

s ⋆ soft - how soft are they to you?

he hates being soft with you tbh

but like only in joking way

he loves you a lot

he just tries to ignore the fact he does enjoy being the little spoon

but he gives in when you're laying in bed with him

but he will never openly admit that tbh

t ⋆ think - what reminds them of you?

food and music

if he sees your favorite food his mind traces back to you immediately

or if he sees something you really like to eat he will buy it for you and bring it to you

he also listens to music that reminds him of you

usually ballads

u ⋆ unhappy - what makes them break if you break up with them?

the fact he believed you were his one true love

he didn't believe in soulmates in the beginning but when he met you

he suddenly did

ugh he is a sucker for you

and everything would break him

he will literally be #broken

v ⋆ vacation - how are they with long distance relationships?

he's so awful with this

but he copes because he keeps a picture of you in his wallet tbh

he wears it's his lucky charm

and he texts you or calls you like every second of the day

even when you're asleep

you will wake up to like 600 messages from him tbh

w ⋆ wholesome - the sweetest thing they ever did to you?

there's too many times he's sweet with you

but probably when he went all out for valentine's day

literally so many roses and flowers

and he bought you outfits to wear

took you out to the fanciest places

and bought you the most meaningful gifts

the way i'd literally sell my soul just to be with him

x ⋆ extra headcanon

let's bffr

if you guys live together

jay will always say good morning to you

even if you're sleeping

he leaves you a note on the nightstand

and he always kisses your forehead before he leaves to go to work

y ⋆ young and beautiful - (how long does it last?)

it lasts a really long time

i can see it being long term and ending

or just lasting forever

i think if you broke up it would be so sad

so how about, we just scratch that idea and you guys never break up ofc

wedding planning starts now

z ⋆ zzz - how do they sleep with you?

jay does NOT like being coddled when he's sleeping

he will cuddle with you before he sleeps

but when he's actually ready to sleep he likes his space

he's a deep sleeper, so it'll be hard to get him off of you if he falls asleep cuddling you

so let's just avoid that

2022 © jungwnies thanks for reading! reblogs & likes are appreciated!

[woozvc]

call you tonight

final (part XIX)

w/c - 1.6k + smau at the end

a/n - and this is it! after so long call you tonight has officially come to an end. I hope the last part of this clears up the eunwoo situation (reading your replies and theories made my day😭😭) and i hope this is an ending you can be satisfied with. thank you so much for all your love and patience on this series. it truly means a lot that you guys stuck around till the end even with my terrible posting schedule 🫶

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this is it. this is the day.

the event started 20 minutes ago and till now, it's been a success. the auditorium is filled with laughter and dancing, courtesy of jihoons playlists.

you're currently standing at a corner just observing the entire place. a part of you feels at peace that this is finally over, the results will be out today and this is it. a part of you is also shit scared. the past few days have been a rollercoaster.

seungcheols words keep echoing in your head about how you're still important to him and he's changed. you really want to believe him. you really want to give him a-

“hey are you okay?”

you wake out of your trace by jihoons voice.

“yeah I'm fine”

“you seen a bit…distracted” he hands you a cup of lemonade. you take it with a small smile and shrug his comment off. no need to reply when he's right?

“how do you feel, you know, about your performance and all?” you look at him. he shakes his head

“I don't know. all of this feels unreal. I never thought I'd have to perform that too dance but here we are”

“doesn't it scare you?”

“obviously it does, but I find some comfort in it too. maybe it's the fact that a part of me believes taking this chance could end really well. maybe I'll finally let go of my past fears and just let myself be in the moment once.”

“hah.. that sounds nice.”

“yea I guess so. I think whatever happens tonight, I just hope I don't regret it. I want to take that risk”

you open your mouth to reply but you're interrupted by hoshis voice calling jihoon. he gives you a small smile and walks away.

right. regret. don't regret tonight. you decide to leave your spot in the corner when you see hansol walk in. being with a friend is better than being alone.

so jihoon is an amazing dancer. you were mesmerized, truly. his moves are fluid and his body doesn't miss a single beat. obviously hoshi is amazing too. his sharp and timed movements make him look like he was born for the stage.

the song is also amazing. jihoon later revealed it was called “bring it”. you'll definitely tell him to record it and send it to you.

the auditorium is a bit loud now. one hour till new year and the presidential results are about to be announced. you avoided seungcheol all night today. reason? you don't really know.

maybe you know mentally a part of you won't be able to handle his teasing if he wins. it's all friendly of course, but it doesn't change the fact you really, really want to win.

“hey y/n ready for the results?” jeonghan nudges into you and you push him off with an annoyed whine.

“jeonghan I swear if I don't win you'll have to wipe my tears”

“I won't mind that because I'll be winning”

“this is important to you huh?”

“it's my one shot to prove I'm actually good at something, can't fuck this one up”

“you dont have to prove yourself to anyone you know?”

“this is for me. I need this to tell myself I'm better than I think. I'm done always being known as the problem kid. and who knows maybe this will get me some street cred?” he winks and walks back to his group, knowing if he kept speaking, he would say something something sad and make you feel more stressed than you already do. you'd probably scold him for being so self deprecating too. your eyes follow him walking back and

oh.

seungcheol is looking directly at you. his gaze burning deep into you. you look away quickly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. the music in the room slowly fades out.

“okay ladies and gentlemen are we ready for the most awaited moment of today?” seungkwans voice echos through the room and so does the cheering of the students.

“honestly? I'm not shocked at the result. I'm so proud of everyone who participated and made it this far. just know all of you are amazing and we as the student council and the teachers love your dedication. so first of all here are the names of the people who made it to the finals”

he starts reading off the list. there's your name and eunwoos name. after a few students he announces jeonghans name and….thats it? what?

this is surely a mistake and the entire auditorium feels so. there's chattering and confused looks all around

“ah yes, there's only 9 participants now. choi seungcheol removed his name because of some unavoidable circumstances so we divided all his votes to all the others”

your head shoots in seungcheols direction. you look at him confused and he smiles at you. he motions you to stay where you are for now. this can't be real? he can't just remove his name?

hansol taps your shoulder and tells you to focus on the stage. you look back at the stage, realizing you completely missed seungkwans dramatic speach on how much he waited for the results etc etc.

“and so, svtct, your student council president is…..y/n!”

there's screaming in the auditorium but this place has never felt so quiet. your legs are numb and your hearing is fucked. you…won? you actually did it?

“y/n go to the stage!!” jeonghan pushes you from the crowd towards the stage. you want to say something to him. you want to apologize for winning to him but

he's smiling so wide.

his eyes are genuine. he's genuinely happy you won. “don't worry about me, my favorite cousin’s win is my win” he grabs your hand and takes you to the stage.

seungkwan helps your walk onto the stage where the teachers are standing to give you your certificate and badge. you receive it, saying a small thank you to the teachers presenting and seungkwan hands you the mic

“any words president?”

any words? what the fuck even are words? you stare at the mic then back at seungkwan. you're glad you've been friends with him for so long that even without words, understands and nods at you

“I think our president wants to save the speach for during school hours to not bore us.. well I hope my speach was dramatic enough, wonwoo I'm looking at you. there's 30 minutes till new years so till then…enjoy!” he looks at jihoon to restart the music and when it does, all the eyes on you slowly move away as seungkwan leads you to the teachers.

they all congratulate you and praise you. after a while one teacher asks

“so who's going to be your vice?”

“jeonghan” there's no hesitation in your voice. the teachers seemed shocked, a bit put off too but they don't question it. they tell you good luck and let you go back to the crowd.

you stand near the stage for a bit. letting it all sink in. all these months of work, all the effort and everything worked out. even the banter with seungcheol worked- right. seungcheol.

you run back to try and find him when eunwoo bumps into you.

“hey y/n! congratulations there's no one who deserves it more than you” he gives you a smile and pat on your shoulder.

“thanks eunwoo”

“are you guys busy” you hear seungcheol behind you and immediately turn to him.

“not busy at all man” eunwoo says and walks off, winking at seungcheol while seungcheol just looks at him disgusted.

“I never liked that guy”

“why did you remove your name”

“he's always given me a bad vibe”

“you wanted this so badly”

“and he keeps flirting with-”

“choi seungcheol answer me.”

you cut him off

“answer you? okay fine. first of all don't call me by my full name. I left presidency because frankly I hate the pressure. I never wanted to be captain anyway. I got forced into it because of my grades and extra curriculars.” he takes a pause to look around the room before continuing.

”i realized I was only doing this because it was expected of me. so I left it. I rejoined the track and badminton team. that's what was important to me before and I'm going to continue it now” he says and looks at you. a small smile playing on his lips.

you're speechless. you always knew seungcheol never really liked captaincy but you didn't know till what extent. you feel bad. you feel bad for the all “why aren't you working” and “why did they make you captain” comments you said to him.

“I'm sorry seungcheol”

“for what”

“for everything”

he smiles. you realize that you're seeing his dimples after so long. he's never smiled that much in front of you before. he looks pretty.

“10 seconds guys!” yells seungkwan into the microphone. seungcheol softly takes your hand and says

“y/n, I know you haven't forgiven me”

10

“but I have to say”

8

“I've been thinking a lot”

6

“you're too important to me”

4

“I think I like you, more than friends.”

2

“can you give me a chance?”

“happy new year!” jeonghan comes and hugs you.

you have no idea how this is going to end. you're scared, terrified of this feeling but you won't let this go. you keep your grip on seungcheols hand. slowly the student council joins the hug and the rest of your friends follow. you look around. you're surrounded by people who love you, people who care for you. what could possibly go wrong?

“yeah…I'll take the risk.”

2months later :

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[peacefulpianist]

The Green Dress

Loki x Fem. Reader (no y/n)

Wow hi everyone, I can't say I ever thought I would be doing this, but I've written something! I've been an avid reader for a few years now and have finally convinced myself to give it a shot. Any constructive criticism is more than welcome, but please do bear in mind this is the first thing I've written since year 8 English that isn't an academic paper of sorts. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

I'm tagging a few members of the SAS who I think may like this? But if you want to be removed please do let me know - no hard feelings at all : @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @acidcasualties @muddyorbsblr @wheredafandomat @liminalpebble

Description: When Stark invites you last minute to one of his infamous parties, you've not got many options on hand to wear until Nat suggests you wear the green dress you had bought months ago. Perhaps it will be enough to inspire a certain god to finally make his move.

w/c: 4.2k whoops I didn't intend for it to be nearly this long

My Masterlist

“How many times do I need to tell you that you absolutely can not do that Stark!” You exclaimed in exasperation over the cluttered lab table once more.

“But if I just ignored that little thing-” the glare you sent from over the top of your glasses quickly shut his remark down before it could continue any further. Looking contrite, but rather worryingly still determined, Stark pushed back from the table, going slightly further than expected in his chair and trying to style it out as intentional as he almost collided into several rather important projects. 

“Well since you’ve thoroughly pooped on that party Brainiac, I’m declaring we call it a day here, and hey speaking of parties, you are coming later aren’t you?” He asked whilst trying not to fall of his chair and catching a rather dangerous looking item falling off one of the nearby tables he had knocked into. 

A wave of panic washed through you at the mention of the event later; you had been hoping that as no one had specifically invited you to it, only mentioned it in passing, that you would be able to give it a miss unnoticed. It wasn’t that you disliked Starks events or even parties in general, you just happened to be aware of who else would be there and definitely couldn’t trust yourself to keep up a front with the copious alcohol that would no doubt find its way into your system. Not that you were totally innocent in how it found its way there. You had been hoping to avoid a direct invitation like this, purely because you had a real issue saying no to people, especially those you liked and admired. It was because of this, and only this - not the fact you would get to see Loki in one of his impeccably tailored suits again as a helpful voice in your head supplied, that you found yourself blurting out the following. 

“Uh yeah sure, of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world boss!” 

You had hoped that it had come out in a convincing tone, but the slight frown emerging on Starks face said otherwise. However, as quick as it had appeared on his face it was gone, replaced by a trademark smile as he slapped his thighs and stood.

“Well then, you better be off to prepare and polish your elbows, or whatever it is you ladies manage to do to fill so much time getting ready before these events,” his face quickly faltered after realising what he had actually just said and quickly followed up with “not saying of course that it isn’t absolutely worth it, especially if Pepper asks”. 

In an effort to allow Tony to leave the interaction without digging himself an even deeper hole, you stood too, gathering your bag as you went, giving a slightly awkward wave over your shoulder as you walked out the door. 

It was only when you made it back to your room upstairs that you fully understood what you had actually agreed to. Not only were you going to have to be in the same room as Loki, desperately trying to hide your feelings towards him, whilst watching him flirt with practically everyone in attendance, but also work out what the hell you were going to wear to a party at such short notice. Unlike many of the other inhabitants of the tower, your wardrobe wasn’t exactly equipped for these kinds of events. You had always preferred to skip out on anything that required this level of formal wear, the comfort of your staple jeans and a hoody was something you had always chosen over the tighter fitting, more formal attire required at Stark’s parties. 

In a somewhat unhelpful move, you decided that putting off the outfit dilemma was the best course of action, as a frantic full-body shower was needed, and of course there was no point choosing an outfit before you’d done your hair and makeup after the shower as well. You had told yourself that the outfit choices could be mulled over during this time as well, but realistically knew that you were just lying to yourself and would inevitably put it off until the last moment. 

A frantic search of your wardrobe, which involved many an outfit being taken out, only to be thrown into the rejection pile on the floor moments later, left you coming up short and in the middle of a ring of discarded outfits whilst still in just your towel. You sank to the floor, just staring despondently at the chaos around you, contemplating whether Tony would actually notice if you didn’t go after all. 

It was in that state exactly that Nat found you minutes later after she had knocked, not waited for an answer and entered anyway, only to stop in her tracks and abandon whatever purpose she had come with upon seeing you in such a state. 

“Well that outfit is sure to grab everyone’s attention, not what I would choose personally but good for you girl!” Nat said with a smirk, leaning on your doorframe.

“Don’t even start with that right now, I wasn’t planning on going to this until and hour ago, and I appear to have greatly underestimated my wardrobe deficiencies. Some actual help right now would be greatly appreciated.” Your reply came from the floor, all hope of being able to avoid Stark’s shindig fading with the sound of the door closing behind Natasha. 

“I’m sure your so called deficiency isn’t nearly as bad as you’re making it out to be,” her voice somewhat muffled as she rooted through what was left of your clothes in you’re wardrobe. 

“I mean look right here, what was wrong with this option, it’s even green, perfect to catch you-know-who’s attention!” The smile on her face dropped when she turned to face you, brandishing the green dress you had bought months ago on a whim when out with some friends, only to realise you would never be comfortable enough to wear it out in public when you had tried it on at home later that evening. 

“Woah, what’s so wrong with this one that it makes you pull that face? It’s a stunning dress I can’t see what you could possibly have against this one, its perfect for tonight.” Nat questioned with a confused frown, after seeing the vehement refusal on your face at the suggestion. 

“It is a beautiful dress, just not on me, I don’t-” before you could even finish the thought, Nat had pulled you up, and was pushing you quite forcefully back towards the bathroom, throwing you in there along with the dress and your raciest, laciest underwear that you hadn’t even seen her grab.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, you should know better than to speak like that about one of my closest friends by now, by the time I’m back after getting changed myself, I want you wearing that dress so I can prove to you how wrong you are when you see everyone’s faces when we walk in later” Nate reply was somewhat muffled behind the bathroom door, but the fierceness, and her love for you, was still conveyed perfectly through the wood. 

“Besides if it truly makes you feel that bad after wearing it tonight, we’ll burn it together tomorrow, I’m not having you keeping it if its going to make you feel this way whenever you see it.” The finality in her tone and promise of being able to get rid of the thing tomorrow was enough to get you to follow her orders, that alongside the fact that you were still rather scared of her, even after having been friends with her for a few years now. 

With Natasha momentarily gone, it gave you the chance to ruminate in your thoughts, the dress was truly stunning, a deep emerald green that displayed your decolletage beautifully, with a daring slit from ankle to high up on your thigh. While you could see that the dress itself was objectively great, when it was you wearing it, it didn’t seem that way anymore. Instead of being able to focus on all of the ways it could highlight your beauty, all you could see was the way the closer fit of the dress clung to your stomach slightly, and how the slit showed off your thighs, and just seemed to emphasise how big they were. 

It was in this downward spiral that Nat found you in upon her return, a frown once again set on her face as when she saw the malice behind your eyes, directed solely at yourself. 

The way you could only ever focus on the parts of yourself that you saw as problems had always hurt Natasha, and how it impacted the way you behaved as well. It wasn’t just a matter of wearing baggier clothes that covered your insecurities, but the way you let it decide where you belonged socially. She was intimately familiar with your growing feelings towards a certain god of mischief who had taken up residence in the tower little over a year earlier, but also with your pessimistic view towards your chances of the feelings being reciprocated. Ever since you had realised that your feelings were more than that of just friendship you had immediately resigned yourself to remaining in the friend zone, refusing to believe that he would ever see you as something more because “he’s a god and I’m, well, I mean just look at me.” Nat had tried countless times to reassure you that the way you saw yourself, was not in fact the way others saw you, but had also at this point come to the understanding that your self perception wasn’t based in logic, and reasoning as such wasn’t going to make enough of an impact to change how you saw yourself. 

It was with this in mind that she approached you, an arm reaching round you and pulling you into her side for a hug, while smiling at you in the mirror, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your room and to the party on the floor above. 

Your outfit dilemma had delayed the two of you a little, so when you arrived upstairs, the party was already in full swing; with music blaring and alcohol clearly flowing freely if the state that some of the guests were in already was any indication. As such you were easily able to slip in behind Natasha unnoticed, before heading straight over to the bar, feeling the need to indulge a little more than normal tonight. 

From your vantage point at the bar up on the mezzanine, you could see almost all of the goings on down below you, from Lang absolutely busting it up on the dance floor to Tony trailing around after Pepper, seemingly trying to make up for something that was undoubtedly his fault, but wasn’t actually remorseful for. Unfortunately it also meant that you had the perfect view of Loki and his apparent flavour of the night. Despite knowing how unproductive it was, you found yourself comparing yourself to her, noting all the ways she was traditionally attractive, only to seemingly find yourself lacking in the same places in comparison. Even though you had accepted months ago that Loki was never going to reciprocate your feelings, and having desperately tried to allocate him into the friend box in your head unsuccessfully, it still hurt deeply to see him so close with other women, knowing what he would be doing with them that night, only to move on to the next when it suited him. 

This knowledge had one advantage for you though, it had made it much easier for you to become friends with the god. As you knew nothing romantic was ever going to happen between the two of you, you had found it that much easier to relax and joke around him, even going as far to return his flirty remarks, as there was no pressure behind it for you, and the potential embarrassment behind behaving more boldly was removed. Since he flirted with everyone that way, it obviously didn’t mean anything to him, so it made it much easier for you to jokingly flirt back. It was because of this new found confidence, that you had struck up a strong friendship with the god and had come to call him one of your closest friends. It had only added to your mental torture.

After a few more self indulgent moments, agonising a little more over what could have been you turned to the bartender, and took another drink with a polite thanks and a smile before deciding that even if you did still regret coming, and especially wearing the dress, you were going to make the most of the evening. Besides how many people could say they got to drink and dance with the avengers, who they were friends with. 

It was with this new found resilience that you stood from your place and made your way down to the dance floor, having caught Nat and Wanda’s eyes before and been summoned. 

The next few hours passes in a slight blur of laughter and dancing for you, after a few, chaotic but incredibly fun dances with Nat and Wanda some of the other men began to join in, requesting a dance with you. Between the fun of teaching Steve how people actually danced in clubs now alongside Nat, and Bucky whirling you round the floor like an absolute professional - after complementing your outfit for the evening with an all too knowing look, you had almost forgotten about your preconceptions for the evening, but whenever you danced with one of the men, however gracious and smooth they were, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if it were Loki instead of them; comparing the feel of their hand on your back to what you had imagined Loki’s would be like if he were there instead. 

Just when you were about to take a break from dancing, a slightly cooler hand came to rest on your back, as its owner leant down to speak into your ear over the music.

“Darling, I think its about time we show them how its really done don’t you?”

The feeling of his breath over your neck as he leant in closer sent a jolt down your spine, that you were almost certain he must have felt in his hand, still placed firmly in the middle of your back, exactly where you had imagined it being all night. 

Quickly composing yourself, you managed a somewhat natural reply, rather impressed with your own neurones for still being able to function at least somewhat normally whilst Loki was so close to you, having not moved away under the pretence of needing to be closer to be able to hear you over the music.

“Ah of course your majesty, I’m sure us mere mortals couldn’t possibly live up to the prowess of a god”

His low reply was barely heard over the thumping of the bass, in a way that made you question whether he had actually intended for your to hear it, if it wasn’t for the sly wink he sent towards you after.

“Yes I find that is the case in many areas darling, especially when it comes to moving their bodies”

The raised eyebrow you gave in reply expressed all you needed him to know, and covered for the fact that your mind had been sent in a downward spiral imagining his trademark snake hips dance move, in areas other than the dance floor. 

Whilst you were somewhat distracted in your thoughts, he moved the hand from your back to loop his arm round your waist and bring you back into the middle of the dance floor, beginning to sensually move his hips and draw you into to him to do the same. 

What you didn’t know was that Loki and been subtly watching you all evening, ever since you had walked in the door, many may not have noticed your entrance behind the Black Widow, but at this point Loki’s body was finely attuned to your presence and he hadn’t been able to draw his sight away from you for more than a few seconds at a time. You were wearing his colours. His green. But it wasn’t just your choice in attire tonight that had drawn his attention, as delightful as that dress was, you’d had it for many months before this point. Initially you had been a curiosity to Loki, kind to him when many others weren’t immediately following his return to Midgard, but after talking to you the first few times it was your intelligence that had captured Loki’s heart. He had found you to be one of the few midgardians to match his voracious appetite for knowledge, both in reading and in your chosen profession as a biologist working alongside Stark and Banner, but much less insufferable than the other two. 

When Loki had first come to terms with his interest in you, he had thought his subtle flirtations would be enough to alert you to his intentions, but when these failed to elicit any kind of response from you he had slowly become more and more bold with his innuendoes and flirtatious comments when in your presence. At first he had thought he was finally getting somewhere with you when you had began to match him in conversations, but when you made no sign of anything more, he had found himself stumped. At one point he had even stooped so low as to flirt with others in your presence in the hope that it would inspire enough jealously within you to reveal your feelings towards him, alas it did not work. No one had ever taken this long to fall victim to his seduction. He had admitted to himself that this time was different to his previous experiences as truly desired more with you than just a roll in the bed, not to say that did not also desire that with you, he had thought about that extensively, but he was not sure how to progress from here. 

When you had walked in tonight though, looking exquisite in his colours he had decided that enough was enough, tonight he was going to finally bite the bullet and just ask you outright if you would be with him. It was not a decision that he had come to lightly, but he had finally come to the realisation that if he wanted something to happen he was going to have to do something about it for himself. 

You didn’t know whether Loki had bribed the DJ before approaching you, or it was a shear unfortunate coincidence but as you continued dancing, each song seemed to get progressively dirtier and more sensual. This combined with finally dancing with him after having imagined it all night, the enticing smell of him from being in such close proximity, and the one or two drinks you’d had early were practically sending you into an early death.

Simultaneously Loki was experiencing a similar issue, when she wasn’t looking, Loki found his eyes being drawn from her face down to her chest, which with his height he had a fabulous view down, and combined with the lyrics and music he hands had seemingly began to move of his own accord and were veering dangerously further south. He decided he needed to do something soon, or he was going to have a very hard time of it.

As he leant down once again to speak into your ear, your breath hitched ever so slightly, and a faint flush bloomed across your cheeks- a fact that didn’t go entirely unnoticed by the god, and one that made his own pulse race. All hope that you felt the same way as him was not lost.

“Are you alright there darling? You’re looking awfully flushed. You’re not too warm in here are you?”

You had barely managed to stutter out what you could only imagine would have been a terrible excuse before he continued;

“Unless of course it is for the same reason as I.”

The hope that formed in your chest from the one sentence alone caused you to whip your head up, needing to search his gaze to see if he was really implying what you thought he was, surely he couldn’t be, there was no way that he could have felt the same way towards you as you did to him. Before you could continue with your self deprecation, he interrupted your thoughts once again;

“Now now darling stop that immediately, I can tell you are already overthinking this before I have even truly started. I do not know what it is that makes you doubt yourself so, but you must know that whatever it is I do not share that same belief.”

You held his breath as he said this, still not truly believing that this could be going where you wished it was, but not daring to do anything to break the spell just yet

“I was almost sure you would have known by now, but apparently I have not been clear enough in my appreciation or my advances towards you. I very much like you min elskling, you have well and truly captivated me heart and mind, body and soul. I would be honoured if you wished to court me, or as I believe you mortals say, go on a date with me” Loki finished with a release of breath, like saying all that had released a burden from upon his chest and he could finally breath deeply again now it was done.

You just stood there frozen in the middle of the dance floor, unsure if what you had heard was really happening, surely this was all some wonderful fever induced dream, and you were going to wake up face down on one of the desks in the lab any moment. 

However Loki was reading your silence as rejection, and the insecurities that he had previously pushed aside were starting to flood back.

“Of course darling, if you do not feel the same then, I would be more than happy to just remain as friends,” it was of course a lie, but one that he would guard closely if that were the case, as he would never want for you to feel guilty for making an honest decision, and would much rather keep your friendship than not have you in his life at all.

“And I can completely understand why of course if you do not return my feelings, after all with my heritage I know-” before he could finish his sentence though you had reached up and pulled his face down to your height, before promptly pushing your mouth onto his in a scorching kiss. In the time Loki had began to panic and ramble, it had finally registered what Loki had been saying, and that it was in fact real, so before he could spiral any further you had to display your feelings towards him, and this had seemed like the most direct course of action.

After a brief moment in which Loki’s brain had to catch up to what was actually going on right now, he swiftly took charge of the kiss, both of you melting into it, especially as Loki opened his mouth to let he tongue dance along your lips before slowly meeting your own. At the same time, Lokis hands began to wander more actively, finally sliding that last little distance down to your behind, which he grasped firmly before sliding one hand down to bring your leg up and round his hip, letting you feel exactly what you were doing to him. Your own hands had found their way into his silky hair, finally fulfilling the desire you had held for many months to feel what it was like between your fingers, and when you gave it a gentle tug in the passion of the moment, a low growl made its way up Lokis throat, only enticing you in further. 

It was only as a few wolf whistles broke through your bubble that you remembered exactly where you both were and that it was perhaps not the best place for what was clearly on its way to happening. It was with the same thought that Loki took your hand and began leading you out of the room, stopping only briefly first to growl lowly into your ear “we need to leave now darling, don’t you agree?” Before nipping your earlobe and pulling back to grin at you. 

With absolutely no objections, and no subtlety either, you nodded before taking the lead taking you both in the direction your room, before stopping to remember the state you had left it in before the party in your distress to find an outfit. You blushed at the memory and changed direction slightly to lead you both to his rooms instead. Loki however took no notice, or simply did not care for the slight moment of hesitation, as at this point he didn’t particularly care where you were headed as long as it was close by, you were finally his and now it was time for him to claim you as such. 

Part Two here:

Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far! Please do let me know what you think x

[scintillyyy]

anyways like i hate the fanon where tim is just so excluded and alone upon his return because it is just so fundamentally NOT true on every possible level-

but. but. one of the things i find personally delicious is tim & the melancholy of returning home after a time spent away and realizing that life did indeed go on without you. and it's not like it's like a tragic upset! like you probably made the choice to leave! it's not like you think they should have stayed the same without you or anything, or done nothing while you were gone. it's just a random twinge at reminders of the time apart. like suddenly there are inside jokes you're not privy to, events & vacations you didn't get to go on. family game nights you didn't attend. you did missed out on those things, but you had your own rich and important experiences as a result.

so tim. tim. tim returns home & he is welcomed back with open arms! dick & that bond is as strong as ever. things are good. he is elated to finally be back & things are finally ready to return to normal. but normal changed a little bit, while he was gone because like moves on (and he can't complain too much, he changed too so it's not just them). babs is in the cave now with steph, dick & damian in the bunker. there's not really a space he feels most at home in yet. he runs into plenty of the same old villains, but there are suddenly villains who he has never heard of suddenly roaming the place. who is professor pyg. he has to do research, figure out who these people are, like he's new again. & dick is helpful, so helpful but it's still a little frustrating, feeling like he's out of the loop at points. "hey remember when-" or "just like that time-" he doesn't remember when. he wasn't there for it. and he's the one who chose to leave, so he can't complain too much, but it just makes him feel out of sync and sad, and almost like he missed out on something even as he had his own very special and rich and important experiences. it's different. he used to be in the thick of things! he has to relearn his place again.

but, time marches on & tim is there & things keep changing, except now tim is once again part of the change. and he runs into huntress against some new batman villain who started while tim was gone & he asks her if she knows anything about the guy. "robby," she says, "when has any batman ever keeped me in the loop of things. i should be asking you." and he laughs. he and dick have to sneak in an underground tunnel to investigate something, like they did that time to get into no man's land. dick teases him the whole time about rats, but tim gets the last laugh when dick's cape gets snagged on something. new inside jokes are always formed. when people say "remember when-" tim does, because he's there for it. he carves a space for himself in the theater, and suddenly everyone keeps dropping in on him like he used to drop in on them all the time (he keeps setting up glue traps. so far the only person he's managed to catch is tam and she was Not happy). he feels like he has his finger on gotham's pulse again, just where he likes it. the twinges hardly ever occur anymore. why would they need to? life keeps moving forward & he's home.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Please, please write a hurt/comfort of bringing Natasha back after the events of endgame. Reader had gotten blipped, came back, was completely broken, but they manage to bring Nat back and it’s just a tearful happy reunion. Please alleviate the pain tomorrow 😭 The pain now is too much to handle

Back to You

Warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst(happy end)

Authors note: thank you for this idea, I hope I did it justice 💖

Word count: 1799 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

   You lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a void expression on your face. Part of you still hadn’t come to terms with what you were told yesterday. I mean, how the hell had you been gone for five years? All you did was blink. And Natasha, she….she couldn’t be gone. She just couldn’t be. You had been right next to her. And Nat, she's the god damned Black Widow, she can’t just die. That's…that's impossible. Or, it should be. But here you are now, without her by your side. All because a stupid stone needed a sacrifice, and of course Clint couldn’t beat her in a fight. How ironic, you think. This is the only time you've ever wished for her to lose a fight. But of course, it's the most important one she's won. 

   “Y/n?” Clint's voice calls out, cutting through your thoughts, but you don’t spare him a glance, you can’t. “Look, I know you're angry with me, and believe me, I’m angry too, but dinner is ready and you need to eat. You haven't had a proper meal, and Nat wouldn’t want that.”

   “Well, Nats not here, is she?”

   His face twists in agony, not that you see it though, your eyes are still glued to the ceiling, “No, she isn’t. But that doesn’t mean you can just give up”

  “Why not? She was my world, Clint. My whole damn world, and now she's not here and I’m just expected to carry on?” you angrily ask as tears once again cloud your vision

   “I know she was, and of course you're allowed to grieve and process all that we- that you lost. But, you can’t just sit here and rot away, not when she always wanted so much for you. And not when Yelena is out there somewhere desperately trying to get in touch with a sister who will never respond. She needs closure.” 

   “And I don’t?!” you shout, finally looking at him, “You think knowing what she died for, knowing I missed out on five years with her, and knowing that I’ll never be able to see her face again, hear her laugh, be the cause of her smile, or get to fucking say goodbye and I love her gives me closure?!”

   “I’m sorry”

   “No, you don’t get to be sorry, Clint! You don’t get to, because she deemed you important enough to die for, and your fucking family is all here, waiting for you at home! Mines gone! At the bottom of some damned magical cliff in space!” you shout, gaining the attention of some of the other heroes

   “Y/n” Sam says, brushing past Clint in your doorway to offer you support

   “He doesn’t get to be sorry, Sam! He's here, and she's not!”

   “I know sweetheart, I know” he soothes, grabbing ahold of your shoulders 

   “He won’t even go home to the family he so desperately wanted back! Instead he just mopes around here feeling guilty while he continuously talks to me and tries to give me care that I don't want or need!”

   Deep down, you knew it was unfair to be saying these things about Clint, and to him. After all, he had lost Nat too and had even had to witness it. And he was only trying to care for you because he knew how much you mattered to his best friend and that she would want you looked out for. But right now, you can't think that rationally. Because all you see when you look at him, is her. They were a matching set, so when you see him alone, all you feel is anger at the unfairness of it all. Which unfortunately, has you lashing out at the already guilt ridden archer

   “Y/n, he's just trying to do what he can” Sam interjects, trying to calm your misplaced rage, but Clint lifts his hands up

   “It’s fine Sam. She has every right to be angry, and she's right. I should go home. She doesn’t need me as a constant reminder looming over her.” the defeated man admits before sulking off to his room, likely to begin packing 

   You stand there a moment next to Sam, letting him rub your shoulder to offer what little comfort he can. He doesn’t say anything, partially because what could he possibly say that could take this pain from you, and partially because he knows that you regret how you just treated Clint

   “She admired you, you know” you say, breaking the silence

  “Who? Me?”

   You can’t help but smile at his state of surprise, “Yes, you. Right from the start you showed your bravery and you were always her ally. Even during the accords when everyone didn’t see eye to eye, everyone was still her family”

   “She was mine too. I regret not telling her how much I looked up to her, not just Steve.”

   “She knew” you admit, smiling at him sadly, “She never felt deserving of it, but she knew”

   Before the two of you can reminisce any further, there's a knock on your doorframe, and the super soldiers body comes into view “Hey guys”

   “Hey Bucky” you reply, giving him a halfhearted smile. The poor guy looks almost as bad off as you

   “Steves just about ready to leave if you guys want to, you know, say goodbye”

   You both nod and your stomach tightens in knots. How unfair that you were given a chance to say goodbye to a teammate but not the woman you loved. Fate really was cruel. Before you knew it, you were out at the time travel pad with Bruce, Steve, Sam and Bucky. Bruce gives you a look of sorrow, and you hate it. You hate that he knows exactly how you're feeling because at one point he cared about her too even if she didn’t return the feelings

   “You know, I tried” he says, “When I had the gauntlet, the stones, I really tried to bring her back”

   You nod in appreciation as your eyes fill with tears, and you try your best to blink them away, not wanting to once again break down in front of them. Eventually after some rather short but sweet words between Steve Bucky and Sam, he picks up the briefcase with the stones and heads for the pad. Bruce gives him specific instructions for returning them as Steve gets in the center of the pad next to Mojlnir and activates his quantum suit.

   “How long is this gonna take?” Sam asks, glancing over to Bruce

   “For him, as long as he needs. For us, five seconds” The machine powers up, the hammer, “Ready Cap? Okay, we’ll meet you back here, alright?”

   “You bet”

   “Three….Two…One” he counts down and the four of you watch Steve disappear into the past, “Returning in, five…four…three…two…one”

   Nothing happens and Bruce frantically checks over the equipment. You nervously shift on your feet as Sam looks over at the scientist, “Where is he?”

   Bruce can only shake his head, “I don’t know. He should be here”

   “Well get him back!” 

   “I’m trying!” 

   “Get him the hell back!” Sam shouts even louder this time, losing what little calm he had

   “Hey, I said I’m trying!” he replies, pressing a few buttons

   But as they argue, Bucky notices an old man on a bench nearby, and in his heart of hearts, he knows it's Steve, “Hey Sam!”

   Both men walk in that direction, leaving both you and the big green guy alone at the pad. You think you realize what's happening, and you're about to tell Bruce not to bother with the machine, that there's no one to bring back, when suddenly it proves you wrong by humming to life

   Someone appears in the middle of it then, and they stumble forward. You can tell by the size of the figure that it's definitely not Steve, which you knew, but the helmet of the quantum suit stops you from being able to tell who it actually is. Whoever it is then reaches up to take off the helmet, and when long red tresses fall out, you can practically feel your heart stop. The woman looks up then, to see where she was, and is met with your distraught tear stained face. A face she's longed to see, hold and kiss for five years now.

   “Y/n?” she asks, barley above a whisper as her own tears fall down her cheeks

   Your bottom lip trembles, “Natty?”

   “Oh, moya lyubov'(my love)” she exclaims, rushing over to envelope you in her arms. You don't even care that they’re almost crushing you, “I missed you so much. I never thought I’d see you again”

   You sob against her, clutching onto her suit with all your strength, “You never thought you’d see me?! Tasha, I never thought I’d see you! I came back after what only felt like five seconds and the whole world was different and you…you were gone”

   “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t let Clint-  ”

   “Why? God, Nat, I don’t want the man dead either, but if there was ever a time for you to be selfish, that would have been it!” you exclaim, slightly frustrated with her, “I mean did you even think of me? Of Yelena? What we’d do without you? How your absence would kill us?”

   “Of course I did detka(baby), but someone had to go”

   You sigh, “And why must that someone always be you? Why can’t you see that you are just as important as anyone else, that you matter to someone too?”

   “I just….the things I've done…”

    “Don’t matter anymore, Natasha! You wiped your ledger clean years ago, either in the Battle of New York or the Battle of Sokovia. You have nothing to atone for, and your family needs you, I need you. So please, I am begging you, never ever do something like that again.” you plead, cupping her face, “Because, while I’m sure five years without me was terrible, I can’t do forever without you. I can’t. Please don’t ask me to” 

   She surges forward, unable to stop herself from kissing the lips she's longed for, for so long. You happily indulge her in this, kissing back with a ferocity that conveyed all your emotions, from love to anger and sorrow. Eventually she pulls away from your lips, but keeps you close

   “You're right, I could stand to be a bit more selfish at times. I’m sorry I put you through that, Y/n. It won’t happen again, I promise. And I'm here now, ok? I’m right here”

   You nod, and hug her again, silently thanking all the gods in existence that somehow, someway, the woman you loved had been able to find her way back to you.

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Against all odds (part 3)

Part 1 // Part 2

After his work is done and Dream finds the time to retreat to his chambers, he pulls out Hob Gadling’s notebook and reads Hob's last journal entry in its entirety.

June 8th, 1989

Dearest stranger, my friend! 

I can't believe I am allowed to call you that! Let me tell you that I nearly fainted when I found your message in my notebook this morning. I've read the words you've written a hundred times by now and still I almost can't believe them to be real. I can’t believe I’m touching the pen you must have held, that I missed your presence in my room

As devastated as I was after you didn't come yesterday, as happy am I that you chose to contact me after at all.

I'm quite embarrassed about my drunken ramblings that you must have read. There's no lie in them, but I would try and put the truth into less desperate words if I could. I must seem like a fool, fixating on you like this, after all we've only met six times so far. Still, what I wrote, that you are my one constant in life, is nothing but the truth. Our meetings are fixed points in time that I measure this immortal life of mine by now. I try not to, but meeting with you has often felt like the start and finish of an era of Hob Gadling, despite it being probably more in the middle of several. Every centennial meeting with you was the most important appointment that I would plan and prepare for (as best as I could) for months, sometimes years. So if writing to you like this is the only way I get to speak to you then I will gladly take it, and thank you for it. 

But make no mistake, dear stranger - I would love to see you again and I hope you will be ready and willing to meet me in person again someday. Because

As we are sharing truths and have both admitted that we're lonely, I would like you to know that I have never been content with our schedule. If you're willing I would love to meet you a lot more frequently. A lot of things I'd like to tell you about are long forgotten again when we meet. I guess this book is a good way to share stories with you more often now, if a regular Friday night at the pub isn't your thing. I kept notebooks like this all my life, to be able to peruse them in preparation for our meetings and choose the best stories to tell you, because I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to share them all. We got cut short so often, I wonder how you appeared to know me so well without me telling you overly much. But then, that is what you do, isn’t it?

Like with Lushing Lou, you know everyone. And now you mentioned that you do not forget anyone. Do you truly know everything about me then? Is me telling you stories of my life more of an amusement than a necessity for you? Could you actually know it all with a glance instead of listening to me ramble for hours?

Please forgive me, my friend, I do not mean to sound offended. You wrote that you enjoy our meetings - and apparently my ramblings - and I know you would not lie to me.

You do enjoy stories, then. Is that it? Are you a collector of stories? Of histories? Or is your interest actually in my interpretation of these stories and events, in how a mere human experiences the things that are so easily visible to you? I remember the spark in your eyes when I told you about printing. I was such a dewy-eyed fool then, it almost makes me laugh to remember. Did you already know what Gutenberg’s machine would mean for the advancement of humanity? Did you see me finally shaking off my rough and bloody persona as a step in the right direction? Or were you simply interested, like you said, in my experience, and how I would change over the years?I admit, waiting for you to finally tell me who you are is hard for me. But I’ve waited this long and I will wait longer, and I won’t be offended if it takes you another hundred years to tell me. We have time, after all.

Much has happened in the last hundred years. Mostly war. Humans have reached new heights of cruelty. We have become even more ingenuous at killing ourselves. We have created weapons to wipe out all of humanity. We are one wrong phone call away from destroying all we’ve accomplished with the press of a button. People are overthrowing their regimes left and right and while that is generally a good thing, I am still looking over my shoulder, metaphorically, stashing money and valuables in uncanny places like a pirate of old, in preparation for what might yet turn into a true apocalypse.

It is stressful, and I admit that the new drugs are very tempting. I have not been able to resist trying most of them over the last two decades, either to be able to relax or to be able to feel something other than dread, to see some colours in all this grey.

I participated in both wars and it left me unable to sleep properly for decades. Not that sleep was anything to look forward to. If I tell you that I’ve not had a dream since before the first World War started you will surely think that I’m being silly. That I just don’t remember them. But let me tell you, about a week ago I had the first dream since, I think it must have been 1916 or 17. It wasn’t anything magical or special, (just something very simple, about lying in the grass on a hill, looking at the sky and watching bright blue birds fly overhead) but when I woke up I cried because I felt such a profound relief! Relief that I could dream again! 

I did dream of something strange soon after, though.I dreamed of a skeletal little man, mad and raving, chasing someone that looked like a weird bird man - and here I want to make clear that I do not intend to insult you, dear friend!, but this man that looked like a bird and at the same time was neither, he reminded me of you. I can’t really put my finger on it. Just something in the way he moved, maybe, or the tilt of his head-

Anyway, it was a strange dream, and I felt reminded of you, which is why I am mentioning it, I guess. I’m sorry for rambling about silly dreams. But their return (for I am certain dreams returned, I did not simply start remembering them again) has made me hopeful again.

Maybe times are a-changin’, who knows. They always are, and hopefully for the better this time.

I could tell you a lot more of the last century, of course, but I don’t know if you care to hear war stories. I do not necessarily want to drag all those unpleasant memories up, as it took me years of therapy to get over a lot of them, if you can forgive me for summing things up like I did.

I will think of better and brighter things to tell you and write to you again soon. I would be very happy if I found a reply from you in the meantime, but please use this book at your own leisure and don’t feel pressured to answer me every time I start rambling at you.

I hope to

Yours, Hob

Yours. Dream swallows and reads the word again, traces it with his finger. Yours.

Hob considers himself Dream’s. He knows it’s just an expression used when writing letters, but somehow Dream also knows that Hob means it to be more than just an empty phrase.

His.

Dream does not know if he wants Hob to consider himself Dream’s. Dream would not trust himself with another, not before and certainly not after his ordeal. Where before his imprisonment he had felt too sharp, too lonely, too easily enraged, he now feels brittle, too thin and too vulnerable. He cannot hold another’s heart and keep it safe. He cannot be trusted with the affections of another. He has learned that, over the last billion years. Every relationship he has ever had has ultimately failed. Because of him.

He does not want Hob’s and his relationship to fail. He intends to fix this friendship that he knows he does not deserve but cannot stop himself from clinging to. Few are truly loyal to him, Dream has learned, even fewer because they want to. Hob is singular in that regard, in his enthusiasm and friendliness when it comes to Dream, despite, or rather because he does not know him. And there Dream’s thoughts circle back to his predicament again.

He wants Hob to know him and like him, but Dream is terrified that introducing himself to Hob will leave their barely-mended friendship ready to break completely.

With a heavy sigh he stops moving, realising that he has been walking in circles in his chamber while his thoughts do the same.

Maybe it will be better to simply start writing.

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OOO I have another one that came to me in a dream! Basically the kingdom yn lives in hosts a ball which anyone can attend and yn let's say they're a maid/Butler attends and shadow milk (I'm obsessed with him right now) asks them for a dance and as they're chatting while dancing the yn notices that shadow milk knows a bit more about them than he should and as the dancing goes on he becomes more dominant practically not letting yn step in their own two cookie feet! And as the music stops a dread suddenly dread enters the dance floor and the only thing yn remembers happening after that is shadow milk leaning down to their shoulder and whispering something before they passed out.

bestie you are literally tickling my silly brain right now, also i may have diverged from the prompt a bit and just made the thing a whole little fic instead of a prompt like I'm supposed to be doing.

Request Prompt #8 - 💓

Reader is fem btw, popping this one under a cut because it is LONG

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" Princess- No, Reader Cookie. Do you even realize how foolish you're being right now?" Your best friend and private advisor warned as they followed you around your room. " You father explicitly forbade you from going to the ball tonight! if he recognizes you there then I fear you may never leave your room again!" " He can't just expect me to miss out on every important social event until he deems me 'worthy enough to be queen'!" You argue back, already grabbing your masquerade mask and dress. " Besides, my mask is enchanted! There's no way he'll know it's me." You said, holding up your supposedly enchanted mask. " I wasn't aware of how far you planned this... to even sneaking out to purchase a dress for the ball beforehand." Your advisor mumbled in an exasperated manner, you simply just nodded along with their words. Truthfully, you'd gotten the dress and mask as a secret gift upon your windowsill one day. you'd originally planned to sneak out as a waiter... but actually partaking in the festivities sounded a lot more fun. " Oh calm down Crab Claw Cookie," You giggled. " It'll all be fine, I'm still a queen-to-be no matter what my father says. I am his only child after all, and it's not like anyone will be marrying him anytime soon." You spoke with a dismissive wave of your hand, you could still feel Crab Claw Cookie's worried eyes upon you, but you'd be fine, right? Plus, there was that odd dream you had a few days ago. A strange, shadowy cookie had appeared in the darkness, offering to give you your freedom in exchange for what you valued most. You had accepted, not thinking much of it at the time, but now that you thought about it... the dress had appeared once you woke up. And then there was the fact he'd said that he'd come to collect the other part of the deal at a later date. You shook your head, you should just continue to get ready. You have a night of freedom to attend to!

-✢-

The ball was in full swing, and yet here you were sitting off to the side. Why weren't you on the dance floor dancing away with the other cookies? Simple, you were completely unprepared for this kind of event! Because of your father and his overbearing nature, he never allowed you to attend any social events when you were younger. You must have gotten so used to your isolation that you had no idea how to actually interact with real people...! Crab Claw Cookie's social interaction simulations paled in comparison to the real thing... And maybe you were scared of your father noticing and recognizing you in the crowd. In short, you were completely lost. " Oh?" You here a voice speak, and looking next to you you can see a Cookie in quite the fancy blue and black suit, his white and blue haired mostly combed back into a sophisticated style while some covered his left eye. The eye that was uncovered was a rather nice shade of blue, like the ocean illuminated by the light of the full moon, or perhaps a blue moon? The mysterious cookie smiled at you, and you took note that it was rather cat-like. " What's a lovely girl like you doing over here on your own? Shouldn't you be having fun and dancing like the rest of the cookies here?" He asked with a tilt of his head, the playful grin never leaving his face for a moment. You hesitated before you let out a sigh, deciding to air your grievances to the stranger. Because isn't everyone a stranger at a masquerade ball? And yet, there was something familiar about him... " It's just that... I've never had the chance to go to a proper ball before. And now that I'm here, I have no idea what to do..." " Is that so?" The cookie mused with a hum, soon extending his hand after a moment. " Well, why not come dance with me? I can show you the ropes if you don't know how~" He offered, his expectant gaze imploring you to take his hand. So, and almost without question, you place your hand in his. Letting him lead you to the dance floor. The waltz was pretty simple, the music changing to signify that the current song was meant to be waltzed to. You knew how to waltz, but you still let him take the lead despite the fact that you( if only slightly) were the taller of your pair. It wouldn't hurt to strike some quiet conversation, right?

" It's so... odd." You mutter, your soft words having caught the ear of the cookie you were dancing with. " Hm? What is?" He asked, staring up into your masked eyes. Something about his gaze felt as if he were searching your very soul... But that was just a weird feeling, it was nothing. " It's just that..." You look down at your feet, yet a subtle movement from your partner caused you to make eye contact with him once again. " Who are you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..." You mumbled to the amusement of the other. " My dear Little Star, are we not at a masquerade ball? We aren't supposed to know who the other attendees are." He said with a chuckle, leading you further into the dance. You felt like you've heard someone call you that before, but where? You aren't sure. Are you even dancing anymore? It feels more like you're being puppeteered. You took a quick glance around, you weren't sure if the people watching you were anything more than shadows. " Princess," your partner begins, and your attention snapped back to him almost instantly like a dog hearing their favorite toy squeak. " You do know that you should keep your eyes on your partner while you're dancing, right~?" He hummed with a light giggle, taking your hands in his own. The music has stopped, in fact, you weren't even sure when it had. The entire ballroom was blanketed in shadows, the people you saw no more than silhouettes painted with glowing blue eyes. You felt like you were dreaming, hell, even your eyelids felt heavy as you continued to sway to the command of your partner. Soon enough, you lost your footing, collapsing into the other cookie's arms as you struggled to stay conscious. You could hear the cookie let out a slow, almost villainous chuckle. " Oh princess~ I've come for your half of the bargain~" He purred into your ear, leaving that as the last thing you heard before passing out.

-✢-

" Sire! Terrible news!" A pair of castle knights hollered, interrupting the king's morning. Reader Cookie hadn't even bothered to come down for dinner the prior night, even though he ended the ball early just to make time for her. If she kept up this pettiness then she would never be fit for the role of queen. " Yes?" He gruffly spoke, " Get on with it. Has another rebel group formed to usurp my throne? Is it an escaped Prisoner? It doesn't matter, we can handle all of those things." He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. " You don't understand sire!" The other knight cut in, stepping in front of the first knight. " It's Reader Cookie, she's gone missing!" It was as if a fuse had gone off inside the king's head. " WHAT!?" He yelled, almost spitting out his coffee. " What are you standing around for? Find her immediately! Her misbehavior will not be tolerated in this kingdom!" He barked out the order, with the knights saluting him and immediately running off to get to work. He slumped back into his throne, Reader Cookie was well above the age to know that her behavior was vastly unfit to be queen. Then, he heard it, that witches forsaken giggle that slowly turned into a cackle. " My my! It seems like your little princess has run off, your majesty!" The voice the laughter belonged to said in a mocking tone, with a certain jester stepping out from the shadows. " What a shame, truly!" " Shadow Milk Cookie." The king hissed, glaring at the jester with searing hatred. " You should know that you, nor any of the other beasts, are not welcome in this or any other kingdom!" He hollered, pointing directly at the beast. " Oh, your coldness wounds my heart..." He sighed dramatically, putting a hand over wherever his heart was supposed to be. " But, if you're going to be so rude, then I might as well just... not tell you what's happened to Reader Cookie." He smiled smugly, knowing that the King was falling right into his trap. " You! What have you done to my daughter?!" The king roared with frustration, which only caused Shadow Milk to laugh even more. " I swear, if you've hurt her then-!" " Then what?" Shadow Milk said with a sickening grin. " What will you do, your majesty? You and I both know that you've cared more about your kingdom than you do her, you just want her back because she's the only blood heir to the throne." He cackled at the revelation, and the horror dawning upon the king's face. " But if you want to prove me wrong... Then give up your kingdom, and I'll make sure she's safely returned." He proposed, eyes glinting with delight as he saw the hesitation in the king's stance. Oh how he loved to watch as cookies tried to decipher whether he was telling them the truth or not, not a single one had managed to catch him in a lie before it was already far too late. Such are the perks of practically embodying deceit, he supposed. He turned on his heel, waving goodbye to the king. " I'll give you a day to think it over. Either give up your kingdom and have your daughter returned to you... Or fail her for the last time, and live with the guilt." He left without another word, fading back into the shadows.

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An Alliance (Part 7)

        

        Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

        Parts: One, two, three, four, five, six, current part, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

        (Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

        The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story). 

        Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability). 

        The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

        This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

        The alarm rang and I groaned, covering my head with the sheets as Yuri got out of bed and turned it off.

        "Ugh. I have a killer headache." He groaned.

        "Then come back to sleep with me... You can miss a day..." I muttered.

        "You're a bad influence..." he sighed.

        I felt the covers lift and was surprised when he actually climbed back into bed.

        Oh? Am I gonna get to sleep in?! I thought, excitement taking over me. 

        I sighed happily—glad to be able to sleep in—especially after last night's events. I carefully tested the waters, wrapping my arms around Yuri and digging my face in his chest to block out the sunlight from the curtains. He hugged back, making me even happier as I felt myself starting to drift back to sleep.

        "WAIT!" he screamed loudly, jumping out of bed and looking at me like I was a virus.

        "Really, Yuri?" I whined.

        "YOUR CHARMS MAY WORK ON OTHER MEN, BUT I AM NOT LIKE THEM! I WON'T BE EASILY FOOLED BY TEMPTATIONS, YOU TEMPTRESS WITCH!" he wailed loudly, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

        "What the hell are you talking about...?" I muttered. 

        "Your spells of enticement won't work on me! I have work!" he shouted.

        "Ugh. I can't believe you're actually going to work with a hangover, you goodie-two-shoes." I whined, tearing up in my eyes. "And you're dragging me with to a job I don't get paid for. That's just mean, Yuri." I pointed over, shoving my face in his pillow.

        "You do get paid for it! And you can't use those charms on me— wait, a-are you actually crying...?" he muttered. 

        "No..." I spoke, my voice muffled in the pillow as I breathed in his comforting scent to lure me back to sleep.

        "H-hey! Stop crying and get ready!" he scolded, picking up the covers from me.

        "You're mean..." I mumbled to myself, getting up and stretching my arms. 

        "Y-you're so damn oblivious." He spoke, his face flaring up.

        "What's gotten you excited?" I questioned, wiping the tears from my eyes as I started to get over not sleeping in.

        "I'M NOT EXCITED!" he shouted. "And when you stretch in the mornings, y-you should cover your bottom half, or at least get a longer nightgown, or pants." he mumbled softly. 

        "Oh." I spoke, looking down at my legs then smirking evilly once I realized what he meant. "Yuri's a pervert, huh?"

        "I AM NOT! YOU FLASHED ME WITHOUT CONSENT!" he screamed.

        "And I'll do it again, but worse if you keep yelling at me this early in the morning." I spoke calmly as his face bursted into red.

        I was worried he'd turn blue by the way he'd stopped breathing for a second. He regained his senses, coughing into his palm and looking away.

        "You're such a brat, just hurry up and get ready." He ordered.

        "Or we could stay in bed all day. Together." I emphasized, smirking as he screamed.

        "You're the pervert here; not me!" he shouted, running to the bathroom and shutting the door. 

        I quickly changed, brushing my hair and laying down on the bed, waiting for Yuri to hurry up. He walked out and I immediately smiled.

        "So, Yuri. You have a thing for crying or something?" I chuckled. "Funny with your job with torture and all."

        "NO!" he shouted, his face getting red.

        "And you like thighs best?" I teased more, taking a wild guess as he screamed loudly, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at me.

        "SHUT UP!" he shouted. 

        I laughed, catching the pillow and hugging it to my chest, enjoying his reaction as he screamed at how stupidly lewd I was.

        "It's okay, Yuri. I don't mind that I caught you staring. You're my husband after all." I teased. 

        "I SAID SHUT UP!" he yelled, red in the face.

        "I'm supposed to know what makes you tick. Besides, you're cute enough to let it slide." I chuckled, loving this way too much.

        Maybe I am a sadist.

        He covered his face with his arm, looking away from me.

        "What? Did you enjoy the view?" I questioned, deciding to leave it as the final teasing comment as his face went even impossibly redder.

        He coughed into his arm again, taking a deep breath and staring at me blankly.

        So what if I did?" he questioned. 

        "I...what?" I spoke, my heart beating fast.        

        "So what if I did?" he repeated, taking a step towards me.

        "Ah! No! Teasing is my thing!" I exclaimed as his eyes lit up evilly, covering my vision with my pillow, afraid of how red my face would be.

        "What? Once I respond back, you decide to get shy?" he questioned.

        He pulled the pillow down from my face. Seeing him closer to me as my heart beat faster and my mind to malfunction. 

        "Ah!" I yelped quickly clutching onto the pillow tighter and covering my face with it again, only for it to be ripped down from my field of vision again.        

        "I think that's not far. Don't you deserve a punishment?" he questioned, getting closer to me

        I screamed loudly, shoving the pillow in his face and shaking his hand off me, running out of the bedroom and screaming: "YURI'S A HUGE PERVERT!"

        "What?! You're the one that started it first! I just gave you a taste of your own medicine!" he declared, chasing after me. 

        "YOU MADE ME ENHALE APHRODISIACS OR SOMETHING!" I screamed, running around the apartment to get away from him.        

        "I DID NOT! DON'T GO SCREAMING AROUND THE APARTMENT SAYING THAT!" he yelled.

        .

        .

        We made it to the agency and clocked in, walking down the many hallways. 

        "Second-lieutenant! Mrs. Lieutenant!" we both turned around, confused.

        Am I Mrs. Lieutenant? That makes me sound a little old.

        "Morning, Lieutenant!" we both spoke, saluting.

        I think I'm getting accustomed to their traditions. I thought, smiling proudly.

        "The boss wanted you to interrogate a potential spy in interrogation room four, Mrs. Lieutenant. He said for you to specifically act motherly, possibly to bring their guard down or something." The Lieutenant spoke.

        "Yes, sir." I saluted. 

        "Second-lieutenant, you're in charge of watching the investigation." The lieutenant spoke.

        "Yes, sir." Yuri saluted. 

        "Report back to the boss afterwards. You're both dismissed." Lieutenant spoke, handing me a packet.

        Me and Yuri nodded, then walked down the hallways as I scared through the document.

        "I'm going to show you how good of a mother I can be for our kids." I teased, stretching my arms.

        "Don't you ever say that again." He deadpanned, a disgusted look on his face. 

        He led the way to the room and before opening the door, I slapped his hand gently. 

        "Not yet. Just trust me when we're in there, alright?" I spoke. 

        Yuri looked at me confused, then nodded.

        This isn't the first time I played the mother role. I've used the skill to bring out information from others whilst their act their weakest. It's dirty, but I think I can bring down this person's guard. 

        I knocked on the door three times, then walked in as Yuri looked at me, intrigued to see what my methods would be. 

        "Hello, hun. You're Zeni Houston, right?" I questioned, taking a seat in front of the man.

        The man was young and timid, looking around nervously. 

        Oh. I got this.

        Yuri sat on the sidelines near the transcriber as Zeni nervously tapped the desk.

        "Don't worry, I don't plan on hurting you. Believe it or not, I'm not a fan of violence much." I smiled, forcing my voice to be soft and not projecting. 

        "Then why are you working here?" he quickly retorted.

        "I'm here to find the truth about this war and about the government." I responded.

        "The government lies!" he shouted, then covered his mouth. "Sorry, sorry!" 

        "No, no, love. It's okay." I smiled as Yuri huffed, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms as I briefly looked at him, before focusing my attention back to Zeni. "I'm aware the government lies, but I like to pay special attention to the information we're given, from the government, from Westalis, and from the people I interrogate such as yourself. In order to... even out this cracked ground we're tip-toeing on, I need your help."

        "Really?" he questioned.

        "Of course." I hummed, tapping my finger lightly on the desk to mimic his actions from earlier. "Do you have any nicknames?" I questioned. "I don't really like the awkward atmosphere around us."

        Zeni shook his head: "No. I don't have any nicknames."

        "Can I make one for you?" I questioned. 

        "I mean... I guess?" he muttered, hesitate.

        "What do you think of Zen-Zen? Or just Zen. Or Ni?" I suggested. 

        "I think I like Zen best." He smiled nervously.

        "Alright, Zen. Now, is it alright if I ask you questions about your home life? You're allowed to keep personal information private, but if you do decide to lie to me while answering any questions I have, I'll know and I will unfortunately have to take you to my boss." I explained. "Do you understand?" 

        "Yes, ma'am." He gulped. 

        "Very well, Zen. Let's get started." I spoke, placing my hands on my lap to make myself appear smaller and motherly in hopes of making him open up. "Did you have both parents growing up?" I questioned. "If yes, are one or both still alive?"

        "Yeah. They're still alive." He nodded.

        "Are they split or are they together?" I questioned.

        "They're still together." He answered. "Twenty-eight years now." 

        "That's quite a while. Was their relationship healthy? For example, they rarely fought in front of you two and they spent time alone together such as going on dates." I suggested.

        "It was fairly healthy." He answered.

        "That's lovely. I didn't have both parents around growing up, but if they were still here, I would visit them every weekend." I confessed. "How about you, Zen? How often do you visit your parents?" I questioned.

        "Mostly for the holidays, but every now and then I stop by and say hi. My parents live far up on the East side of Ostania while I live here because of my job." He answered.

        "I see. What do you work as?" I asked.

        "I'm a constructor. To be specific, I fix the houses and buildings that were destroyed from the bombings." He spoke, becoming skittish as he mentioned the war.

        "Oh! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I questioned. "If I'd know that, I would've congratulated you! I'm really thankful of the hours and dedication you put into our country. That field uses a lot of math, but I'm really bad at it, so I think it's really special that you're able to use those complicated formulas to help house people and communities alike." 

        "It was complicated at first. I went to a university so I could study it since I was bad at it too." He admitted sheepishly. 

        "I see. What university did you go to?" I questioned.

        "Garten University." He spoke.

        "Garten University? As in, the one where you need a GPA over 4.0 to even fill out the application sheet?" I spoke, gawking at him.

        This guy? A scrawny, wobbly, 5'4" man working in construction and having a degree in mathematics? He sure is something!

        "Yeah. It's a little embarrassing." He sighed.

        "How so?" I questioned.

        "Because people naturally assumed I snuck in or paid my way through since I don't look like somebody who'd work in the construction field." He admitted.

        "To be honest with you, Zen, I really thought you worked in Foreign Ministry or as an accountant doing paperwork. It shows that I should've listened more when they say 'don't judge a book by its cover'." I laughed, getting Zen to slip up and chuckle. 

        He's warming up. Good.

        "I'm really impressed that you've made yourself such a successful person, really. That's a lot of dedication and patience to do what you do, I'm really proud of you." I smiled, causing Zen to fluster up.

        "T-thank you, ma'am, but it's really nothing." He stammered.

        He's not used to compliments. I can use that to get info out of him.

        "Do you have any siblings?" I questioned.

        "No. I'm an only child." He answered.

        "Woah, that must've been lonely, huh?" I asked.

        "A bit, but I had many friends I'd go outside and play with." He spoke.

       "What did you like to do with your friends? I liked to ride my bike with my friends growing up." I confessed.

        "I liked to play tag with my friends. I also enjoyed playing cops and robbers, w-which is a bad taste of irony now." Zen chuckled nervously, clamming up in his shell.

        "Yes! I used to play that too." I spoke, faking my enthusiasm to keep him open. "I was always the fastest runner when playing, yet I always tripped and got caught." I laughed. 

        "I was always the one calling out 'time out'." He admitted, flustered. 

        "Oh. So you're the one making the game harder than it needs to be." I joked, then laughed. "That's okay, we all have our limits, at least you knew yours." 

        "Yeah." He smiled.

        "Now. What was your first job?" I asked. "I helped a nice woman in my hometown bakery for some change when I was six. I even learned how to make her chocolate chip cookies." 

        "I'm more of a peanut butter cookie type." Zen smiled. "I worked in a bike shop when I was eleven—it was my dad's bike shop actually."

        "Ah. It wasn't in your ideals to take over?" I questioned.

        "It blew up in one of the bombings." He spoke, a sad smile on his face. "But luckily, me and my family were visiting my grandparents at the time it happened, so we didn't get hurt." 

        "I see." I nodded. "Do you enjoy your current job now?" I questioned.

        "Well, I like to build the buildings, sometimes I can even upgrade the buildings from the original design with a little imagination and signature from my boss and the employer, but it's sad to see the after result of war. Sometimes, I'd find dead bodies inside the rubble. I can't stand the smell of dead things, but the sight of it makes me puke my guts out." He admitted, a sorrowful expression on his face.

        "It's never fun to see what us humans have created." I sighed. "What company do you work at?" I questioned. 

        "Bau des Herzogs" Zeni spoke.

        “Is there any coworkers or employees you hate there? Such as your boss, a coworker who complains too much; stuff like that?” I questioned. "Or perhaps the other way around? Someone having it out for you?"

        “No. I don’t really talk with the other employees. I feel a little out of place since I’m so young compared to them.” He admitted shyly.

        “Ah. I feel that one.” I laughed. “You live alone?” I questioned.

        “I have my cat that keeps me company.” He smiled.

        “Aw, cute! What is it’s name?” I asked.

        “Dough...” He mumbled, embarrassed. “I-I picked the name when I was thirteen and decided to keep it when I got older!” 

        He’s certainly quick to avoid looking stupid, I thought and smiled.

        “It’s a adorable name! I should ask my husband to get a cat or dog.” I spoke, lying.

        I heard Yuri let out a choked splutter, before coughing, making Zeni turn his attention to him and the documenter, immediately making him quiet.

        Damn. I thought. I was doing so good too.

        “Do you have a girlfriend?” I questioned. “Or a boyfriend, I don’t judge.” I quickly spoke.

        He looked at me weird—probably confused on why I would ask if he had a boyfriend since our times are pretty homophobic towards that—before speaking. 

        “Ah, no… but there’s a girl I’ve been crushing on for a while.” He confessed.

        “Really? Is she pretty?” I questioned.

        “I like to think so. But what I like most about her is that she’s really kind. Like, kind enough to if you ask her to help you look for your dog, she would search until sunset then go back home and grab a flashlight to continue looking.” He rambled.

        “She sounds lovely. I wish you the best.” I smiled. 

        Nothing. He‘a absolutely innocent. Which dumbass decided to even reported him?

        “Alright, Zen. We’re pretty much done here.” I spoke, leaning back in my chair and stretching my arms.

        “R-really?” he questioned. 

        “Yeah. You’ve innocent. You haven’t lied to me once.” I shrugged my shoulders carelessly. 

        “How do you know?” he questioned.

        “What? You wanna confess and make me look like I fool?” I spoke.

        “N-no, ma’am! I was… expecting to die… honestly.” He admitted, squeezing his fingers together tightly. 

        “I told you, I don’t like violence. And besides, you’re an innocent person, I have no intention to hurt you.” I sighed.

        Yuri stood up from his chair, flabbergasted as the documenter looked shocked himself.

        “(Y/—“ Yuri immediately stopped himself from saying his name. “Ah, Mrs. Lieutenant!” he exclaimed. “Y-you can’t be serious! H-he did something to gain enough suspicion to be reported; he’s guilty!” Yuri spoke.

        “You’re stupid.” I spoke bluntly, causing everyone to look at me even more shocked.

        “Second-Lieutenant, with all due respect, I believe in innocent until proven guilty. Zen here hasn’t done nothing wrong, he’s just a shy and timid person whose single—that is what got him reported, because people aren’t allowed to be themselves and they aren’t allowed to keep secrets in fear of the government.” I rambled. “Zen is innocent, and if you have a problem with my verdict, we can skip together hand-in-hand and talk with the boss about this as we kiss and make up.” I smiled, clapping my hands. “Would you like that, love?” 

        “I mean... N-no…?” he muttered, face red as he looked down at the ground.

        “Very well. I’ll lead you out, Zen.” I spoke, opening up the door.

        Zen followed, nervous as Yuri quickly tailed us, not daring to keep us out of site.

        “Do you have a ride home?” I questioned Zen as we navigated throughout the hallways.

        “No, ma’am.” He answered.

        “We’ll get a taxi called for you.” I spoke, walking down the halls and to the front office.

        I told the office clerk to call a taxi as I waited outside with Zen to make sure he was safe here. Yuri didn’t seem happy as he leaned on the brick wall with his arms crossed and glaring daggers at Zen. 

        “Ignore him, dear.” I quickly spoke. “He just wants my attention.” I teased as Yuri huffed, angry at my comment.

        I made small talk with Zen before the taxi finally arrived here. 

        "Bye, Zen! Have a safe trip and good luck on the girl, hon." I waved as he hopped into the taxi, waving back before leaving.

        I immediately turned my attention back to Yuri, smiling as he looked at me angrily. 

        "Something wrong, love?" I smirked.

        "You want the ice cream sample, or the whole document?" he questioned.

        "I don't know. What do we have the time for?" I questioned. 

        "The whole fucking document." He grumbled. "First, you kept calling him pet names. Second, you extracted absolutely no information and even let him leave. Third, your approach was soft and held absolutely no threat. Fourth, what are you gonna tell the Director? And fifth, I know he didn't use it, but you gave him the option to withhold information." Yuri explained, using his fingers to exaggerate. "Would you like more? That was the first paragraph of the six pages."

        "And here's my argumentative essay to your thesis." I frowned. "First, I used those names to trick his brain to thinking we're close. Second, I received no suspicious information because not everyone that's brought into the office is a Westalis spy. I didn't recognize his name, face, or voice, and I, not you, would be the one knowing if he was a spy since I was one. Third, my approach was like that because I was assigned the motherly role straight from the Director. If I used violence or threats, it would've clammed him up with information he wouldn't release; because he'd be scared that once you hurt him for some info and he spills, you'll hurt him for some more. Fourth, I'm gonna tell the Director straight up that Zeni Houston is innocent. And fifth, I gave him the option to withhold information because it's a psychology trick. If you give someone one option they don't like; they're less likely to do it rather than give them two options that could benefit them." I took a deep breath, done explaining. 

        "Alright. Now, let's see what the boss says about that." Yuri spoke, grabbing my arm roughly. 

        I pushed down the anger in my gut, deciding it'd be best to just follow him. 

        If the Director gets mad, and I die, then I guess I die. Though, it would really suck, especially after I told Twilight how I want to live and have a family. I thought, resisting the urge to smile at the irony if the situation did come to be that. 

        We made it to the office, knocking on the door and hearing confirmation almost immediately. 

        "Hello, you two!" the Director greeted cheerfully as me and Yuri both saluted, saying our own hellos. 

        "I got the info from Zeni Houston, and I've come to the conclusion that he's innocent." I spoke.

        "That's great— wait, huh?" the Director immediately replied.

        "I've also sent him home." I added.

        "Huh?!" the Director exclaimed. "Y-you just did that without permission?!"

        "I did. There a problem to that?" I questioned. 

        "Well... yeah?!" the Director blurted. "Completely out of line, not to mention your life is on the line for this!" He spoke.

        I looked at Yuri, seeing him glare at me with a smile, happy that he was right.

        "I'm aware." I responded, ignoring the audacity that he'd believe I've forgotten that. "Sir, I did exactly what you wanted me to do; I interviewed him and stayed in a motherly role just as you requested. I held no bias in this situation, nor did I ever resort to unnecessary violence. I never once recognized or suspected him as a member of WISE. He never lied once, he was honest and willing to cooperate. This was just simply a normal citizen being report due to their closeted nature and timidness; I'm sure this isn't the first time it's happened, though I doubt you and your men are smart enough to have enough common sense to come to the conclusion." 

        "You have balls. They're imaginary, but they are there." The Director spoke, then laughed, a smile on his face as I chuckled at the random comment.

        "I'm sure you can request the transcription from the transcriber there. I assume the room was bugged with a secret camera too and microphone too, so you can check that out if you don't believe me." I suggested.

        "I'm a little mad, but I'm a little impressed too. I'll look over the footage just to make sure, though. No hard feelings." The Director smiled.

        "Of course, sir." I smiled. 

        "Good work. Now, anything else?" he questioned. 

        "No, sir." I spoke, looking at Yuri.

        Yuri looked shocked, devastated, angry, and frustrated all at once.

        He's even more cynical than me, and that's shocking since it's me.

        "Come on, love." I spoke, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the Director's office. "We have work!"

        "I can't believe you, brat..." he grumbled. 

        "What?" I questioned as we walked down the hallway.

        "You got out of trouble scott-free! I don't think I'd even be able to get away with that!" he grumbled, keeping his voice down to not alert our co-workers of the argument. 

        "I'm just good at making two and two work." I smiled. "It's a pretty useful skill I learned." 

        "Yeah! And I'm mad it worked!" Yuri hissed.

        "Aw. Don't worry, love. It'll rub off on you...maybe..." I mumbled the last bit to myself. 

        "Huh? Say something, brat?" Yuri challenged. 

        "No, sir." I answered.

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        THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW! (Author's note: I found the internal dialogue in this chapter to be hilarious and there's no way I could cut it out!)

        It's been a week and a day since (Y/N) met Yuri. In that time, (Y/N)’s already exhausted of SSS work. Interrogations, collecting data, stopping shootings, and even another assassin attempt on the minister feels just too similar to working at the Westalis Intelligence for her liking.

        Yor called and asked if Yuri could tutor their daughter, Anya Forger. Yuri agreed, and (Y/N)’s being forced to follow since he still doesn't trust her alone.

        To say Yuri was excited to see his big sister was an understatement, he was absolutely bouncing up and down the walls, skipping on the way and almost tripping on his face if it wasn't for (Y/N) holding onto him. 

        I wonder, if my siblings were still alive, would they be excited to see me like that? (Y/N) thought. Doubt it. Plus, if it was Yuri’s level, it’d be really creepy. 

        They made it to the familiar building and door. Yuri slammed the door open, causing (Y/N) to stare, shocked. Why the door was unlocked, (Y/N)’s not sure if idea if it was brute strength or a flimsy lock but it sure opened.

        “I’m at your service, sis!” Yuri shouted loudly.

        “Ack!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shocked at his boldness and audacity to just do that in a building where others live. “Sorry for not knocking!” she immediately bowed.

        “Oh! No worries! You’re both family after all! It’s good to see you both!” Yor smiled.

        “Nice to have you back, Yuri and (Y/N).” Loid greeted.

        “Hmph.” Yuri sighed, giving Loid the cold shoulder.

        “Anya, this is my little brother, Yuri. And this is (Y/N), Yuri’s wife, so my sister-in-law.” Yor introduced.

        The kid was small. There’s no way she’s six. But she has really cute eyes and hair. I like her weird cone accessories, though I’ve never seen them before. Is this the new generations sense of fashion? (Y/N) thought intensely.

        Anya seemed to have cold feet, hiding behind Loid’s feet, yet spoke: “I’m Papa’s daughter, Anya. Nice to meet you.” She spoke, a slight childish tone and mispronunciation of words.

        Aw! Cute! (Y/N) thought. Even though she’s not Twilight’s biological daughter, I can tell that she does think of him as one! That’s so cute! Would my children be this cute?! I hope! Obviously not with Yuri, he’d probably be a really confusing father. I don’t ever see him actually getting married to anyone, I’m just “married” with him so I can live. I hope I’d find someone to actually live soon though.

        Yuri stared intensely at the little girl, his racing thoughts consisting of “the devil spawn of Loid” and how jealous he was that she got to see Yor everyday.

        “I think I have heartburn…” Anya sighed, her face showing disinterest and displease

        Oh. Did I scare her? I’ve heard I give off a scary vibe to people, but children usually always loved me? Was it Yuri that scared her. (Y/N) looked over at Yuri’s judging face. Oh, definitely. I’d be scared too. Just waking up to that face scares me. She thought, joking with herself as she resisted the urge to laugh at her mental joke.

        “Oh, no! Are you okay? Maybe you should rest up a little before we study.” Yor spoke.

        They were led to the living room and sat on the couches. (Y/N) sat at the end as Yuri sat in the middle of her and Yor. Yor kindly poured tea for them as Loid and Yuri talked, (Y/N) letting them take hold of the conversation.

        “So, how have things been at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, you two? The recent peace talks must’ve been tough to handle.” Loid questioned.

        Let’s pump for some intel, Loid thought. 

        (Y/N) looked at Yuri, expecting him to lead the conversation just like last time.

        “Mm, yeah… I guess…” Yuri paused.

        I was the one pretending to be the minister that day. Afterward, even the SSS must’ve figured out they’d been duped by “Twilight.” The circumstances demanded it, but that was a huge risk we took. Loid thought intensely as he smiled.

        Is this pissant mocking us over all the heat we took from the opposite party? The conference was delayed because of a terrorist attack! I’m not going to let you make me look bad in front of my sister, you despicable bastard! Yuri thought, his face noticeably disinterested and frowning.

        Man. The atmosphere is so awkward. I wanna go back to sleep… (Y/N) thought, staring back and forth at Loid and Yuri. Sucks I can’t, I’m wrapped around Yuri’s finger and doing this stupid SSS work. I should’ve retired earlier when I was a spy, then I wouldn’t be acting buddy-buddy with these guys.

        I have to be careful! Loid thought.

        I have to make myself look good! As a diplomat, to fall into this role. Yuri thought.

        Maybe I can convince Yuri into letting me cook tonight, but it’s unlikely since he’d think the seasonings are poison. (Y/N) thought, clueless to the internal battle these fierce rivals were having.

        “Did the incident lead the government to make policy changes?” Loid questioned.

        Of course you’re digging for info, Twilight. (Y/N) thought, mentally sighing. Always thinking about work. Why doesn’t he bud out before his curiosity leads him into a grave?

          "I couldn't be more proud of the hard work my ministry did to ensure the talks ended safely." Yuri spoke. 

        "Yeah, it was some hard work but we managed. I'm just glad nobody got hurt badly." (Y/N) smiled, hoping to throw Yuri off of Loid's trail so he won't know that Loid is a spy.

        It's dangerous though, if I act too buddy-buddy, me and Loid would both be exposed. But if I keep silent, Yuri might suspect of something. Or perhaps he'd be dumb enough to ignore it since Yor's here. However, I don't want Loid to suspect I'm doing real work with the SSS; sentencing spies to death and all, though that much can't really be helped since my life is on the line. I'm basically considered a double-agent... just with extra steps. (Y/N) thought intensely, adverting her gaze to Anya. 

        Anya seemed excited, clenching her fists, looking back between (Y/N), Yuri, and Loid.

        Papa versus Uncle Yuri versus Auntie (Y/N)! Spy versus secret police man versus double-agent! Uncle Yuri doesn't know who Papa is, but Auntie (Y/N) does! And Papa doesn't know Auntie (Y/N) is a double-agent! But Papa knows Uncle Yuri's identity, and Papa knows a bit about Auntie (Y/N), but so does Auntie (Y/N) knows about Papa and Uncle Yuri. Is Papa winning or is Auntie (Y/N) winning?! Anya thought, excited as she looked around. 

        "Well, someone's feeling better. Time to start studying." Loid spoke, causing Anya to deflate. "I don't want to be in the way, so I'll run some errands." Loid smiled, sitting up.

        A fine chance to work on my other missions. Loid spoke. 

        But who won?! Anya thought, shocked as she watched Loid stand up. 

        "Okay, should we get started?" Yor suggested. 

        (Y/N) looked down at the notebook on the table in front of them, mentally groaning. 

        Ah. Biology. I never understood what the hell the Handler was trying to tell me when she tried teaching me it... (Y/N) thought.

        I said I'd do this because I'd do anything Yor asks, but am I really going to sit here and tutor her husband's dim-witted child. Lucky little brat, getting to spend every day with my sweet sister... I'll hit her with some hard ones and introduce her to the pain of the real world... Yuri thought, scribbling math problems down onto the notebook.

        "Yuri, love, I think that's a little too hard. Not even I understand it." (Y/N) spoke, tilting her head to look at the paper better.

        "Oh, really?" Yuri questioned, turning his attention to his "wife". 

        Did she not go to school or something? What an idiot... Yuri thought.         

        Anya scribbled down her answers to the equations, giving the paper back to Yuri.

        "What?! You got every one of them correct?!" Yuri shouted. 

        "Heh heh heh." Anya chuckled, smirking proudly.

        "Wait, really?!" (Y/N) shouted.

        A-am I really that stupid?! (Y/N) thought in her head. How did I keep being a spy? Why am I an SSS agent now? What the hell?!

        "Then what do you even need to study for?" Yuri questioned.

        Oops, that's right! I can't cheat on the day of the midterm, so I need to study for real! Anya thought. 

        "Oh... that was just dumb luck." Anya responded nervously.

        "Oh... I guess... that makes sense... does it?" Yuri mumbled the last bit to himself, a little confused.

        Ah. So I'm not all that dumb? (Y/N) thought, mentally sighing relieved. 

        Yuri and Anya continued studying as Yor watched nearby. (Y/N) leaned her head on Yuri, watching intently as she tried to piece together what Yuri was trying to teach Anya. Yuri almost jumped, before remembering their fake-act, then decided to let it slide since Yor was watching intently, mentally cheering in her mind of how glad she is that Yuri is happy (who really isn't, but Yor doesn't know that). 

        "No! That's completely wrong! You're not so bright, are you?! Get your act together, kid!" Yuri shouted, pointing his free shoulder to Anya to not disturb (Y/N) much.

        "Yuri! You need to be more supportive!" Yor scolded. 

        "Yeah, be nicer." (Y/N) agreed. 

        A kid won't look forward to studying and won't study on their own if they get discouraged... (Y/N) thought, remembering how she had to tutor her little brother in English, extremely frustrated how he couldn't understand what she understood. Now that she's way older, she could've been able to properly teach him with the knowledge she's gained of children and life.

        "I don't want to see Anya get expelled. Please Yuri, I'm counting on you." Yor spoke.

        Yuri went crazy in his head as (Y/N) tuned out, annoyed at the sibling-affection.

        Rub it in that I'm an orphan, will ya? She thought, resisting the powerful urge to punch Yuri in the gut. 

        "By golly, I am going to work so very hard! I am going to become an umperial skoller and be an important person, and take care of my be-love-id Mama forever!" Anya spoke, clumsy making speech mistakes as (Y/N) mentally cringed at it (despite knowing that she does it very often too).

        Umperial skoller? Sounds like an ultimate roller-skater! (Y/N) thought, daydreaming.

        What a fine child! How can she be so virtuous here?! And what's an umperial skoller? Yuri thought. 

        "I'm going to make you some tea and sweets, Anya!" Yor spoke, excited and heart-touched 

        Ooh. Please be brownies. I'd steal one. (Y/N) thought, still daydreaming.

        To love my sweet sister so much... No, get ahold of yourself! This girl is trying to still Yor from me! Don't be taken in! But still... maybe... Yuri thought it over in his head, the process of teaching Anya and how happy Yor would be. 

        "All right, I will teach you." Yuri spoke. 

        Time went on as (Y/N) eventually dosed off, still leaning on Yuri as he did his best to ignore (Y/N) and focus on Anya's tuition.         

        "No, look, you made a mistake." Yuri spoke.

        "Oh no!" Anya exclaimed. 

        "The grammar here gets very complicated. You don't need to parse the whole thing. Just focus on the verb." Yuri pointed out. 

        Anya seemed exhausted, her brain frying the longer she went on.

        "Do you not like studying?" Yuri questioned.

        "I hate it. Do you like it, Uncle Yuri? Are you a weirdo?" Anya questioned.

        "Don't call me 'uncle'. And when I was young, I hated myself for how useless I was. I wanted to be able to help myself sister. And I studied really hard so I could. I felt like I grew an inch taller each time I answered a question right. I loved that feeling. I worked hard at language skills... because I thought that if I could speak well, I could become a lawyer or a journalist and make the world a better place for my sister. I worked hard at chemistry and biology... because I thought that if I mastered anatomy and medicine, I could heal my sister if she ever got hurt or sick. I worked hard at math and psychics... because I knew they were the root of everything that affected the safety and comfort of my sister's life. Ultimately, I decided to become a diplomat, but I still rely on all those powers I developed back then." Yuri explained in a buck-load. 

        "Powers?" Anya spoke.

        "A great man long ago said it best. 'Knowledge is power.' That's what you need to understand if you want to be someone great. Knowledge is everything. It's the whole enchilada." Yuri explained.

        "Knowledge is... a swole chihuahua?" Anya commented, scared. 

        "No! A whole... forget that part!" Yuri sighed.

        "If I study hard, can I make medicines?" Anya questioned.

        "Yes! Exactly!" Yuri encouraged. 

        "Can I build rockets?" Anya questioned.

        "That's right!" Yuri cheered. 

        "Can I conquer the world?" Anya smiled.

        "That's... well... I... I guess? Is that what you want?" Yuri spoke, mumbling the last part to himself as he looked at Anya suspiciously. "Do you get it now? Never mind the next test. Focus on the triumphant you of the future!" Yuri explained. 

        "I get it now!" Anya smiled.

        "Focus on the sweet smile on my sister's future lips!" Yuri cheered. 

        "Okay, sure!" Anya boasted.

        "Now let's answer this next question!" Yuri spoke.

        It must've been hours they went at studying. (Y/N) woke up from her nap at their rowdiness and watched from the couch as they laid on the ground, panting and out of breath at the intensity of their tutor session.

        "Well? Have you mastered that grammar now?" Yuri questioned, out of breath.

        "What's a 'grammar?'" Anya questioned, out of breath herself.

        "Okay, this was a massive waste of my time!" Yuri shouted. "Come on, (Y/N)!"

        (Y/N) stood up, relieved as she stretched.

        Good! Any longer of her butchering grammar, and I would've blown... (Y/N) thought.

        Now I see... I'm the one who needs to be studying here. I have nowhere near enough power. If I'd have more knowledge myself, I would've captured Twilight that day! I could've put an end to the Western threat right then and there! I'm still powerless to protect my sister... to protect my country. Yuri thought.

        Ah. Can we eat now? I'm hungry, but Yor's sweets don't smell appetizing. (Y/N) thought.

        Good call, Auntie (Y/N)... Anya thought, reading (Y/N)'s mind. 

        "I'm sorry, Yor. We have to go now." Yuri spoke, putting on his coat and walking out with (Y/N).

        "He's still as impatient as ever, I see." Yor sighed. "And after I worked so hard to make these cookies from scratch..." 

        Yuri ran into the apartment so fast, slamming open the door and eating every last thing on the plate before closing it the door and leaving.

        "Mmmm, so good! Blech—" Yuri was cut off by puking noises. 

        "Oh my god! Yuri, are you okay?!" (Y/N) screamed in the hallway. 

        "He ate every last one of them! I guess I'll make a new batch." Yor spoke.

        "No... thanks... my tummy's really full..." Anya lied, making excuses to avoid eating Yor's cooking. 

        .

        . 

        Back to first person point of view!

        I watched as Yuri listened intently into the bugged room, narrating what's going on as I wrote down the information I'm fed.

        "Sounds like the target just entered the room. Three people. The two guys in the back are big guys. They're avoiding the door and window. Pros, from the sound of their footsteps." Yuri spoke.

        Impressive, I wouldn't be able to tell whose trained and whose inexperienced just by listening to their footsteps! But I have bad hearing so.... my thoughts wandered off before I quickly forced myself back into the present.

        "Conrad just sat down on the sofa against the back wall. They made the deal." Yuri confirmed. 

        "Okay..." The Lieutenant started, "We're going in, Yuri. (Y/N), you're coming with me." 

        "Roger that!" me and Yuri spokes standing up from our chairs as Yuri removed his headphones.

        We forced our way into the room as the lieutenant pulled out his SSS badge, scaring Conrad badly.

        "State Security Service. You're under arrest on suspicion of espionage." Lieutenant explained. 

        "Dammit!" Conrad exclaimed, scared as he turned around to the window and opened it, turning around. 

        I watched from the window as he ran into Yuri. Yuri karate-chopped his back hard as he grabbed Conrad's hand, holding his arm in a very uncomfortable and no-doubt painful position. 

        "Good evening, Mr. Traitorous Trash. I've reserved our finest jail cell for you. May I escort you to the precinct?" Yuri beamed. 

        .

        . 

        We got into our next mission as Yuri got promoted to the title "Lieutenant" instead of "Second-lieutenant". It made me very prideful knowing he was making progress to the future he wanted (before I scowled knowing that he wanted me and other Westalians dead or locked up in said future). 

        "Excellent work, Lieutenant Briar. You too, Mrs. Briar." The head of the SSS spoke.

        "Thank you very much, sir!" Yuri and I acknowledged. 

        I didn't do anything, but sure. I thought to myself.

        "I have another assignment for you." The head of the SSS spoke. "Are you aware of the recent spate of books and articles being released in the West that mock and slander Ostania? A bunch of lies and conspiracy-theory nonsense. Vulgar garbage, all of it." 

        Yuri glanced at me as I gave him a quick glare back, our quick and silent banter going unnoticed by the boss as he continued to speak.

        "And a lot of them are printed by Ostanian blackmarket presses before being sold to the West. This man's name keeps popping up among their articles." The boss spoke, pointing at one of the names. "Franklin Perlin, age 39. A newspaper journalist during the previous administration. He was arrested and found guilty of aiding anti-government extremists. I want you to follow him, secure evidence of his crimes and find out who's paying him to write this trash." 

        "There are no shortage of morons in the West who believe the nonsense he's peddling. I want him gone before it begins to influence the public opinion around here." The boss ordered.

        "Yes, sir!" Yuri beamed as I simply nodded.

        "Don't you think you're working Yuri a little too hard lately?" The lieutenant behind us spoke.

        "I second that idea." I agreed, respectful to keep my tone and posture in check for the man.

        "Don't worry, I can handle this! Selling out his own country just to make a few bucks... it disgusts me that this scumbag is out there breathing the same air as my beloved sister!"

        Oh, Yuri. What will I do with you? I sighed, having the incredible power to keep my inner thoughts to myself. 

        Not even an hour later, Yuri and I found ourselves listening to the microphones in Franklin's house that another SSS agent set up, recording information down and sharing our data together as we shared a desk. 

        "You both really dug into the details of this guy." The lieutenant spoke.

        "You can count on me, sir!" Yuri smiled as I resisted the urge to topple over on the desk and sleep.

        "You've both pulled two all-nighters in a row. Let someone else take care of the rest so you both can go rest." The lieutenant explained.

        "C'mon, this is nothing!" Yuri persisted.

        "Is it?" I sighed as I removed my headphones (Yuri looked over at me, giving me a look, but I was too tired enough to care or try to read his emotions at the moment).

        "Really? "On the 7th at 8:07, subject goes to work. Has lunch at the restaurant Fjord and orders lunch set B...'" the Lieutenant paused, taking a moment to process the word. "Fjord? Yor?" 

        Yuri twitched, finding himself to be caught.

        "You're tired, Yuri. Go rest." The Lieutenant sighed.

        "I'm not. That always happens." Yuri explained. 

        Yuri went quiet, listening into his headphones. 

        There must be something going on. I thought to myself. While I am curious to know, I don't want to pick up the headphones and do more work.

        "(Y/N), you should go clock out. I'll meet you at home, okay, love?" Yuri smiled, patting my shoulder. 

        "Are you sure?" I questioned.

        Yuri? Leaving me on my own to be alone? Without him for once? What's going on? I thought to myself. Could it be, he's worried about my health? I thought to myself. Or he thinks this mission will be too dangerous and doubts my strength and perseverance... I thought, finding myself jumping to conclusions and getting upset. 

        "Don't worry about me; you're still new around here, so you shouldn't be working as much as me, especially since you're a lower rank." Yuri spoke, giving me a reassuring smile.

        That sounds insulting coming from you, I thought to myself. But if he really persists, then I supposed it'd be wrong for me to go against my husband's "wishes" I thought.

        "You better be safe." I sighed, standing up from my desk.

        I took the opportunity to prove to the lieutenant that we were a couple and kissed Yuri's cheek. 

        "I'll let ya take the care, so don't worry about taking the bus. Love ya!" I smiled, walking away from the awestruck Yuri and confused lieutenant. 

        "Never been kissed by your wife?" I heard the lieutenant speak, followed by Yuri shouting: "With all due respect, sir. Shut up!"

        I grabbed my bag from a locker inside of the Director's office (the Director is still trying to figure out a place for a women's locker room, but we need to find the space and more women to join us). I walked to the bathroom and changed my uniform into a casual oversized gray sweater and black jeans. 

        I walked to the lobby, clocking out and exiting the building. I made it to the train station and noticed a familiar face working one of the stands. I got closer to the tobacco stand, standing right in front of the man and smiling.

        "Franky?" I smiled.

        "(Y/N)? Hey! You're alive!" Franky beamed. "I thought something happened, I haven't seen you in so long!" 

        "Aw, man. It's been a hectic few months. How've you been, man?" I smiled, leaning on the stand's dirty counter.

        I can spare a few minutes. I thought to myself. It's a good thing Yuri isn't here, he'd kill us both if he found out I was interacting with a spy!

        "Ah, still single. Unfortunately..." he huffed. "But what about you? I heard from Loid that you got a husband now?" Franky spoke.

        Ah, he wants to know about my mission. We can't talk about it here, Ostanian cameras and microphones are everywhere, so we're going to have to be discreet.

        "He's very loving and... hectic. I work in his office now! He works for the Foreign Ministry." I spoke, giving him a quick wink that the camera's in the station wouldn't be able to see or detect (the cameras are quite terribly quality, hopefully in the future we receive better and more reliable photos and videos). 

        "What?!" Franky exclaimed, then cleared his throat. "How'd you meet?" 

        "Ahaha, funny story." I smiled, a smile not friendly at all. "Some... old friend... at the old workplace introduced us. I liked my husband so much I started working in the same office as him, except I have a bit of a special contract cause I'm a woman (spy)." I gritted through my teeth.

        "So they know?" Franky spoke, shocked.        

        "Yes, but I just have some major good luck now a days." I smiled.

        "Wow... You talk to Loid recently, or your old boss?" Frank questioned.

        "I've been seeing Loid around lately, we're in-laws!" I beamed. "But, I haven't talked to the boss yet, I'm sure they heard of my retirement, yeah?" 

        "Not sure. They didn't disclose it to me." Franky sighed. "But, hey. I'm really glad you're doing okay." 

        "Yeah. Hey, I got to get hoe before my husband, but I'll make sure I visit you soon, man. I'll see you later!" I spoke, waving bye as I walked away from the tobacco stand and to a ticket stand instead to purchase my train ticket.

        I purchased my ticket, deciding I'd stop by the store to buy some dinner ingredients, then walk the rest of the way home. I boarded the train, looking out the window until I noticed a woman sit next to me.

        "(Y/N)." She spoke, her face holding no smile.

        I didn't recognize her face due to her changing her appearance in public quite regularly, but I certainly recognized her voice.

        "Miss... Metal?" I smiled nervously, unsure of what I'd call her on this train.

        This is my first time meeting her in public, let alone after I quit... I thought, sweating bullets.

        "I'm disappointed; I thought you'd stay in the workplace longer." Miss Metal spoke, otherwise known as the Handler.

        "I apologize... I ran into some complications." I muttered.

        I felt guilt pierce my heart. Here I am, working with Ostania, the side that murdered my family in cold blood. Even though my mother left me when I was very young, the Handler seemed to take her place (at least in my eyes). The Handler gave me a roof, clothes, food, and helped me study; even though it was all to become an emotionally-detached spy, I still found myself seeing her as the closest thing to a mother figure.

        "You're in a good situation, right?" Miss Metal spoke.

        "Yes, Ma'am. I have a husband now." I spoke.

        "My, you've grown. Is this husband also the one working in Foreign Ministry?" she questioned.

        Damn it, to be expected. Of course Twilight wouldn't keep our promise, work always came first before relationships and friendships... I thought. This is the end, if she doesn't kill me on this train, then I'm going to have to throw away all my cups and food in case of poison, and buy new bedsheets in case of more poison! I'm going to have to check the air vents for lethal gas, and I'm going to have to check the apartment three times and more for any cameras and microphones.

        "Yes, Ma'am..." I admitted disappointedly, my heart racing in fear. "I'm... also working there, but you know that, huh?" 

        "I've known." She whispered, her tone sending chills down my spine. "You still have your... telephone... correct?" she questioned. 

        My spy gear. I thought to myself.

        "Yes, Ma'am." I nodded, keeping my eyes adverted to my lap.

        "Stay in contact. Keep me updated on your work, and I'll give you some information. After all, we may be rival companies now, but we can still help each other, yes?" she spoke, giving me a cold smile.

        "I..understand, Ma'am..." I muttered.

        "I'll be expecting a voicemail once you've reached home. Thank you for your cooperation." She spoke, getting up from her seat as the train stopped. "And... you're doing good, kid. This is going to be worth it." She sighed, giving me enough time to turn and look at me, before walking out of the opening exits.        

        I never got swaddled in affection as a kid. Even before the war happened, I forced myself to grow up quick. I had to, that way I can take care of my family. Living in such a poor town such as Luwen with five kids really affected my dad's wallet. My older brother was in a rebellious phase, so he saw no point in helping out with our situation. My older sister had a condition that affected her socially and sometimes neurologically; she could barely get a job and the jobs she did get she couldn’t keep it for long. My two younger brothers were too young; still looking to explore the world, still trying to figure out what new games to play, they wouldn't understand the concept of money and labor if I even tried to explain it. I, however, always had a second-conscience inside my head. I was raised street-smart and taught myself how to be book-smart. I was the only one with the clearest mindset to earn money.

        Even though it was exhausting having to work during the days, school myself in the afternoon, cook and clean at dusk, then sleep still dawn, only to get back to work; I wouldn't change it for anything. My father was always working, there was barley ever a time I actually spent time with him, but I could understand why he was so absent. He never tried to hide anything from us; not about the cruelty of the world, the need of money, or his feelings. He was an open man that would do anything to protect and raise his children to the best of his abilities; I only wish I could be able to return that favor.

        So I never received a lot of hugs or kisses or hand-holding or even supportive words; so I cried when the Handler told me I was going good (whether she meant it or not) because she was the closest thing I could ever experience to a mother's love; or to any real love in general now. 

        I should've known I wouldn't be able to hide for long... I thought to myself, staring out the train's window with my teary-eyed vision. It was stupid to think I would actually get away from this war. I don't have anyone to blame but myself, I'm the one that did this to myself. I was the one that forced my way into the Westalis military, I was the one that accepted the hardships of becoming a spy, I was the one that turned my back against my own side so I could save myself, and now I'll be running back to the ones I ran from. What other choice do I have? They'll kill me if I don't accept; at least they were kind enough to make a proposition for me. 

        Now I'll be turning my back against a side that did their best to accept and bring me in despite knowing exactly who I am and what I've done, except this time, I've found myself backstabbing someone I genuinely started to grow caring for.

        I zombie-walked to the store, picking out a lot of products and buying it with my own money as I walked home with bags of food. I cooked a big feast for Yuri and I, including his favorite meals that I know of and waited for him at the door. I felt bad for betraying him like this, especially after I started believing I was finally making progress.

        "Oh? You're actually still here? I thought you left for the West, to be honest." Yuri admitted as he walked through the door, then started sniffing the air. "I thought I told you to rest!" Yuri groaned, sending me a glare.

        "You deserve to come home to a good meal." I smiled, walking behind him and taking his coat, hanging it up on its designated hanger, right next to mine. 

        "What are you planning?" Yuri questioned, eyeing me suspiciously.

        "Jeez! I can't do something nice for you? You've been overworking yourself a bit, I just wanna make sure you're being taken care of!" I huffed, crossing my arms. "Now let's go eat, before it gets cold!"

        I pushed him into the kitchen, watching as his eyes widened at the sight of all this food.

        "Wow, you made all of this?" he questioned.

        "I told ya I wanted to treat you..." I mumbled, ignoring the heat that started to creep onto my face. "Consider it a thanks for everything you've done to me and everyone around you." 

        I adverted my eyes, expecting to hear some harsh words spat at me or a rant about how "suspicious" and "lethal" this meal is. Instead, I felt a hand rest on the top of my head before he ruffled it slightly.

        "Thank you, (Y/N). This means a lot for me. Been forever since I've been welcomed home." Yuri smiled sincerely, a newfound glimmer in his ruby eyes.

        "You deserve it, Yuri." I smiled back.

        You don't deserve me, not after what I've done. I thought to myself, thinking of the message I sent to WISE's HQ.

        This is Vixen. I've returned. I've got intel on the mission's of Ostania's State Security Service. I have infiltrated the forces and am currently working with them. They are aware of my connections with WISE; however, they believe it's all in the past and that I'm actually working with them. I have everything under control and am waiting for your orders.

        For there to be peace, sacrifices must be made, no matter if it's family, friends, love, or someone's life.

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[theflyindutchwoman]

Everyone seems to think it was so romantic when Tim said "I can't lose you the way I lost her", but I honestly can't.

To me it implies that he's ok with losing Lucy in any other way, just not in that especific way he lost Isabel.

Like his biggest fear is not losing Lucy, is going through those traumatic events again.

Which is totally valid and understandable, but I fail see romance in that. I just see Isabel's shadow looming over their relationship.

I really enjoy your analysis, help me see what others see. Thanks!

To be honest, I don't know if romantic is the word I'd use either, though I can understand this perspective… I can't speak for others, of course, but what resonated with me is the humanity and the extreme vulnerability that Lucy and Tim portrayed in this scene. This is about them sharing their deepest fears and that is something incredibly intimate and personal. Important too.

To me it implies that he's ok with losing Lucy in any other way, just not in that especific way he lost Isabel. I mean, if you were to take this out of context, maybe… But as it is, this sentence doesn't exist in a vacuum. Never mind that we're talking about the same man who was ready to cross a line when Lucy was missing, who needed to embrace her for a while to reassure himself she was alive… Earlier in the episode, he practically had a heart attack watching her get shot at and was only able to breathe again once he saw she was unharmed. He was still so rattled that it almost cost him his life a few minutes later. So no, this isn't a man who is even remotely OK with losing her, regardless of the way. And I don't think this is what the writers intended to imply.

Let's get back to what Tim says : 'Listen, I need you to take it seriously if I ever sound the alarm about something. Otherwise, the pain of what I went through will have been for nothing, and I can't lose you the way I lost her'. There's something so profoundly human and relatable in how he is trying to find a meaning behind his pain. To convince himself that what he went through must have been for something. This is how many react after a tragedy or a trauma. And for him, the meaning is related to Lucy. In his mind, if his experience can help her avoid some of the pitfalls of undercover work, can ensure that they make it through, then his pain wouldn't have been for nothing… He's trying to find a way to turn a traumatic experience into something positive.

Like his biggest fear is not losing Lucy, is going through those traumatic events again. See, I understand this part a bit differently - I think his biggest fear is to see LUCY go through something like that. To lose HER that way. Watching the people you love lose themselves and their light fade away while being powerless to stop it, is soul crushing. It's brutal. He barely survived it with Isabel… Going through that all over again, with Lucy, who is so empathetic, who has been his light from the start, would be completely devastating. This isn't just reliving his trauma that terrifies him… It's reliving it with Lucy. And this fear is particularly tangible in that moment… Because Isabel just came back into his life. Everything is a bit more tender, more raw. Especially since they spent time talking about her time as an undercover agent. That had to stir up some memories. You can't erase life experience. And a few days later, Lucy had to go undercover… where she could have died. Tim can be very good at compartmentalising, but not so much when it comes to her. By the time they made it back to her apartment, he was reaching his boiling point. And fear took over.

I do think it was important for Lucy to make sure he understood she was different. Otherwise, it is unfair to her. And they needed to have this conversation. To set some boundaries. But I'm not really sure Isabel's shadow is looming over their relationship either… Until that episode, he had never said anything to indicate such a thing - with the exception of his outburst in 3.06. And notice that this was pre-relationship and right after his friend ODed. Other than that, he has been nothing but supportive, even going as far as encouraging Lucy to go to UC school. So it's not like there is a pattern. Yet. Who knows where this storyline will go.

The way I see it, relationships are not about perfection. It's about communicating even when it's hard, it's about choosing someone with all their flaws, not despite of them. It's about finding someone who can help you carry your baggage and who you can help carry theirs. Because we all have baggage. Some bigger than others, but we all do. And this is where I can see the romantic aspect. Because none of this is new to either of them. Lucy knew all about his hang-ups and Isabel and Tim knew all about her choice of doing undercover work. And yet, they both chose to take that leap of faith, they both believe that the other is worth the effort and the risk. They choose to communicate, even when their instincts would be to pretend that everything is alright. They choose each other and help each other when it's hard, when it gets uncomfortable… And that's romantic to me. I can understand if you feel differently though. I hope this answers your question :)

[mrs-santoss]

I'll Make It Up To You - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Hiii, I was wondering if you could make a ff of Neymar getting mad bc I didn’t go to his game and getting in an argument with me but at the end I fix things In a spicy way 🌶️

(My Name is Valentina or just Vale for short ☺️)

Warning: mentions of sex. Neymar's POV: I texted her one last time before throwing my phone inside the bag. We were about to go on the field and I still haven't gotten a text from Valentina to let me know she's here. She always does that. She was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. Maybe, she just forgot to text me and she isn't checking her phone at the moment. We step outside and I immediately take a look at the crowd. I can't spot her in her usual place or anywhere else. She isn't here. I became mad, she knows how important this game is to me. I tried my best to think positively during the game. We ended up winning, thank god, even though It wasn't my best performance. Why did she ignore me? Didn't she think this could've affected my mental state for the game? As soon as I get into the locker room, I hop in the shower. I took a quick shower and got dressed very quickly. I decided to check my phone. I saw 5 missed calls and 20 messages from Vale. Most of them said stuff like 'bebê, Im so sorry, I fell asleep after work and I didn't hear the alarm' or 'are you mad at me? Can you respond as soon as you get this'. Unbelievable, I can't comprehend the fact that she missed THIS game because she fell asleep. After I got inside my car, I decided to call her, considering she's been trying to reach me twenty times since the game ended. I dial her number and she answers in seconds. "Bebê, I'm so so so so sorry. Please, don't be mad. I don't know how I feel asleep, I was completely dressed and ready to come to the stadium." she says the second the answers. "Yeah, whatever. Did you at least get a good rest?" I say coldly. "Neymar, please don't be like this. You know I wanted to be there for you so badly. Can you please forgive me?" "Vale, I'm driving. I'll talk to you when I get home, bye." I say and I quickly hang up. _________________________________ I park the car and walk up to the front door. Valentina opens the door before I even ring the bell. I can tell she wants to jump into my arms, but she's not sure that's something I want. I walk past her inside the living room and throw my bag on the floor near the couch. I crash on the couch, laying on my back. Vale just stands at the door looking at me. "What can I do to make it up to you?" she asks in a soft voice. "I don't know. I just want to rest for now." She makes her way to the couch sitting next to me. She looks very sad about the events, but I'm still pissed about it, I can't just let it go. She puts her hand underneath my shirt, tracing her fingers up and down my stomach. She knows I like that. She looks at me with pleading eyes, asking for forgiveness. "Vale...It's okay, just let it go" "No, it's not. I'll make it up to you." she says and travels her hand down to my area. She strokes me with her hand while giving me kisses on my neck. I begin to forget about the fight and I let a light moan escape my mouth. She slips her hand under my underwear and pulls them down, revealing a turned on me. She smirks at me and climbs on top of me rubbing her area into me and kissing me. She was wearing a dress and I could feel her wetness through her panties. She breaks the kiss and travels down to my legs before taking me in her mouth. I shut my eyes. I grap her hands that were hanging my my sides. After a few minutes of her pleasuring me, I pull her up by her hands and kiss her passionately. I grab her butt, squeezing it hard, before spanking her. She lets a small moan and stand up a bit from me to remove her panties. She takes me in slowly at first, pushing her head behind in pleasure. She starts grinding her hips on my slowly. Her moans and our skin clapping fill the room. I pull her dress straps down, revealing her boobs bouncing. I grab them and squeeze them hard.

She fastens her pace making me shut my eyes. She sounds fucking sexy when she moans.

"Ney, fuck me" I quickly place her under me and put her legs on my shoulder. I grab her my her hips and thrust fast. She's full on screaming my name by now. "Vale- I'm so close, bebê."

"Me too, Ney, ahhh." We climax at the same time. I lay down next to her and pull her to my chest. I kiss her forehead. "I wouldn't mind it if you miss a game from time to time" I say to her jokingly, referring to the fun we just had. "I'll make it up to you however you want, Ney" she winks at me before kissing me. "I love you, Vale." "I love you too, Ney."

[kaisitzybitzyworld]

Jeon Jungkook

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"Sir this way please" "JINN"

"Kim Namjoon tell us about your next accomplishment"

"Sir this side" "DO y'all young lads have any girls yet?"

"LOOK OVER HERE BTS"

The blinding flashes of the cameres makes it almost impossible to comprehend where to look.

"Sirs, you all may step down and follow me inside the venue" I could hardly hear Martha say that.

"NO BTS! BTS! WAIT!! JK TELL US ABOUT THE BLONDE CHICK YOU HAD IN YOUR ARMS LAST NIGHT"

"I told you to be more discrete about your little adventures jk" Namjoon shook his head.

Giving him a slight smirk I turned around to look at the reporter who mentioned that and gave him a distinct view of my middle finger.

The crowd roared and hollered. My hand was yanked down by Martha but it wasn't of any use. "You people never fail to make me regret being your manager"

"Hey! You love us. We keep you entertained"

The event started shortly after.

Half way into the event, I couldn't help but zone out.

"..... we are thrilled to have the most important people in music industry amongst us right now. BTS's success has been skyrocketing and now that they are getting involved in funding for children's education all over the world, we cannot thank them enough for their generosity" with that the Host of the event finally stepped down.

In between yawns and fatigue, I failed to realise that it was finally time for us to go home. I saw Namjoon hyung bidding goodbyes while the others ushered him to hurry. Safe to say every one of us was tired as hell.

"Remind me why we have to attend all these boring charity events" yoongi hyung sighed and leaned back in his car seat.

"Because we have to"

The car ride back to the hotel didn't seem as long as it did while coming. That's a relief.

We followed our manager inside the hotel lobby and collected our room cards.

"I can't wait to talk to my little bird" jimin said as we stepped inside the elevator. "I miss her"

"Min, you don't just "talk" to her" Yoongi said making the others snicker.

"Whatever hyung, you're just jealous"

Within a few minutes we reached out floor and with a nod I left for my room.

As soon as my back fell on the bed, I was out like the light.

"Wake up, dude. Manager wants us to meet in Namjoon's room"

Through a sleepy haze, I recognized taehyung's voice calling me. I checked the time on my phone. It was nearly 8.

I got up and went to the shower. After doing the needful, I came out in a towel and blow dried my hair.

"May I come in, sir?" A soft voice from the outside spoke.

"Come in"

With a small push at the door, a pretty face came in holding a tray with coffee.

"Keep it on the bedside table"

She did as I said with a nod all the while glancing not so sneakily at my physique. "Would you like anything else, sir? Anyway I can.. perhaps please you?

I turned on my heels and walked closer to the bed and sat down. Taking a sip of the coffee I asked "what's your name?"

"Leila"

"Hmm well, Leila, what do you have to please me?"

"I- well, I can do what you'd like me to do?"

Getting up from my position on the bed, I inched clower to her. With one hand holding the mug, the other tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and I leaned in to say

"How well can you use that pretty mouth of yours?"

She looked up with eyes gleaming with eagerness and quickly got on her knees. As she was about to pull the hem of my towel, the door opened loudly.

"OH god dude, it's 10 in the morning , our fucking manager is out there waiting for us. And you were too busy getting your dick sucked."

"Shut up, tae"

Leila hastily got off her knees and proceeded towards the door.

Giving me a last glance, she was out of the door.

"Get ready bro" and with that Tae left too.

After 10 minutes I was done with everything and with a last look at myself in the mirror, got out of my room.

On my arrival, everyone inside Namjoon's room heaved a sigh of relief and everyone cheered "Finally!"

"Yeah yeah whatever. So why are we here gathered today?"

"Yes I have an important news to share" Martha said

"Yes we've been hearing that for some time now. Spill it"

"Patience, bud. So you all have been invited to be the main guests at a school's prog-"

"What? Wait! School?"

"School??"

"Seriously? Kids?"

The seven of us got immediately heated at the mention of school. Seriously ??? We will entertain school kids now? What the fuck?

"Guys calm down"

Martha tried to settle us through all the commotion going around the room.

Among the loud voices, Namjoon spoke up "what will we do in a school event? Our concepts are too mature for them, don't you think?"

"I know, Namjoon. But they aren't asking you to sing your songs there. They are only asking you to go there, judge them." Martha said almost pleading.

"What do you mean 'judge them' ?" Namjoon asked again.

"Well that event is basically a competition between them and other different schools. This is held every year and the host school changes. The host school invites big artists to be present there through the time they prepare and perform and judge them on basis of unity and talent." Martha explained.

"DO we have to live there? Like, go to the school everyday to see them prepare for a performance we will see later? That doesn't make sense" Yoongi said.

"No, you don't literally have to live there on campus to monitor them. The principal will personally guide you around the school, give a tour Basically. Tell you about the history of the school, cultural significance. That school is known for having students from different cultures and they show their cultures in these events."

"So we go there, learn about the school's history, mark them on their talent and leave?" Namjoon asked.

"Yes that's it, it should be easy right?" Martha asked hopeful.

"What will we get out of it? Like why should we go?" Namjoon's question sparked interest in all of us.

"Well for starters, your rumours about this and that girl will be put on a hold, the media will focus on your generosity for making time to attend a school event. Your popularity among school kids will increase and you'll gain a lot of profit"

With a hum everyone fell became silent.

"So, which school are we going to?" I finally spoke up.

"It's the Agatha highs"

After informing us that we will be leaving for North Yorkshire tomorrow, we were sent back to our rooms to pack our stuff.

I came back to my room and fell down on my bed with a sigh. After a few minutes I got up to pack my suitcases.

As the night came everyone was too tired to meet at the dining area to eat. So we ordered our food in our respective rooms.

After my dinner, I went to sleep early.

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By 8 in the morning, all of us were already inside the plane. Ready to leave.

I was in my seat, with my eyes closed. I could hear the other members talk about work and random stuff.

I wonder what Yorkshire has in store for us. I can only hope this event will put the media's attention on the positive side of our career than the rumours. My last scandal about that girl blew up on a large scale, almost affecting our sale. This event might help in the sale of our upcoming album, so I am actually trying to make the best out of it. It can't be that hard. Just go, listen to their yapping, judge. That's it. It's as easy as-

"OH my- oh.. I'm, ah, hii" my inner pep talk was interrupted by a hushed voice.

I cracked open one eye to see one of the cabin crew member close to my face, with an excited and broad smile. She was pretty. Not gonna lie. With blue eyes, red painted lips and that outfit hugging her perfect body and ass, maybe she can help me get through this torturous 10 hours flight?

"Omg I can't believe this. Hi, I'm Brooklyn, brook for short. You're- you're-"

"Yes, I'm Jeon Jungkook from BTS"

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Could You Just Try To Listen?

Words: 1175

Warnings: angst, me almost forgetting about Luke's adorable dog named Roxy, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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I've been writing some angst lately. It's a lot of fun tho

My requests still are closed, vibing with life like that.

Based off of the bridge of Taylor Swift's song Sad Beautiful Tragic

Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting Silence, the train runs off its tracks Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up and for the life of us, we can't get back

Also the end being based off of Taylor's song That Was The Moment I Knew

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stared at the empty seat in front of her. He was supposed to be home over an hour ago. Where was he? She checked her phone again and saw that he still hadn't texted her back. She sighed as she turned it off. This wasn't the first time it had happened. She got up and began to clear away the table. Putting the uneaten food into containers and then cleaning the plates before placing them into the washer.

She glanced at the table as she heard the noise of her phone vibrating. She knew from the rhythm that it was a call, but she ignored it. She continued to clean up and get ready for bed. She heard her phone go off a few more times as she removed her makeup and jewelry. Changed into pajamas before she finally checked it.

6 missed calls and around 20 texts. At least had finally remembered that she existed. She still ignored him. She didn't want to deal with it. With him. She just wanted to forget about this. Forget that for the millionth time he forgot her.

So when the time came and he opened the door, Y/N just stared at the TV and continued to pet Roxy. She heard him drop his bag as he shut the door. She was silent as he walked over to her.

"Y/N, are you okay." She nodded, "You didn't call me back. Or respond to my text." She shrugged, "Y/N?"

"Do you know what today is?"

"Friday."

"So that's all it is? Just a friday?"

"Should it be more."

She scoffed as she stood up. "It's Friday October 5th." She crossed her arms, "Does that sound familiar to you Luke?"

"Y/N, I--"

"You promised me that you'd be here! And you didn't have a case, Luke! You...you what? Forgot? Got caught up? Lied?" When he didn't say anything she sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Luke, this isn't the first time even."

"What do you mean?"

She looked at him hopelessly, "We've been growing in distance. It feels like your never here and when you are it's like you're not! All it feels like is that you need me for is sex."

He sat next to her, "It's not."

She leaned her head back, letting it fall back onto the small table behind it. "I thought it would be different, you know? Different than when you were on the Fugitive Task Force. Different because we're married. But it seems like ever since that last one happened all that has happened is distance between the two of us." She lifted her head to look at him again, "You were supposed to be here today. Two weeks ago for date night. 3 weeks before that my birthday. 5 days before that my sisters engagement party." She rubbed her eyes, "Everyone was asking where you were and I had to tell them that you were at work." She looked down at her hands, "Even though you promised me you would take off to be at those events." She ran a hand though her hair, "And those are only in the past month and a half."

"So you're blaming my job?"

She scoffed, " I am not blaming you're job, I'm blaming you!"

"How is that not blaming my job, Y/N?!" He angrily stood up, "My job that helps pay the bills while you are jobless going through school! I mean, you seriously think I can be home all of the time?"

"I know that you can't Luke! But what I do fucking want is for you to keep your promises! Promises that you make to be here when it's important! I mean fuck, Luke, it's our 2nd wedding anniversary and you couldn't seem less interested!"

"We've had another anniversaries and we'll have more, it's just one!"

"One of how many, Luke? One of one? Two? Three, four, five, six, seven?!" She angrily stood up, "Did you know that if the couple is lucky enough to make it through their first year, they usually divorce at 7? Did you know that?"

When he didn't say anything she just let out a small scream and stormed to their bedroom. She didn't even grab a suitcase. Just clothes and a travel bag full of her bathroom products. She stormed out of the room with the bag and clothes in her arms. She grabbed her purse and keys before storming to the door.

That was when Luke finally spoke again. "Where're you going, Y/N?"

She stopped to look at him, "Anywhere else. I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you say it's fucking okay that you missed those things. But it's not. God only knows what everyone was thinking when you didn't show to my birthday and then at my sisters engagement. You should have been at both of those events! I kept looking at the door, waiting for you to walk through them, but you didn't. You didn't walk through them. Everyone left and all I had from you was a text saying sorry, you had a local case, but you were done. But the team was going to O'Keefe's and you were joining them."

"I asked you to join us."

She let out an exasperated sigh, "But I didn't, you know what I did do though?

He looked like he was thinking for a moment before continuing, "You weren't home that day. When I asked you, you told me you were staying at your sisters. When you came home I..."

He trailed off and she continued, "You got mad at me. Because I didn't respond. And I got mad at you for not being there. We went back and forth. Just like now." He walked over to her and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she just shrugged him off. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. "You're not even listening, Luke. We can't just kiss and make up, it's more than that."

"Then what is it? What can I do to make it up?"

She shook her head, "I don't think you can, Luke. I've been trying to get you to notice for months now, but you haven't, not once." She ran a hand though her hair, "I think we just ran our course."

"So are you suggesting, what? We get a divorce?"

"Luke, I should have done this before. After my birthday. You should have been here and if you had, I would have been happy. This was just the tipping point." She placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it open. "I'm sorry Luke. I really am."

And as she walked out of that door, that was the moment Luke knew that she was the only person he needed. And that was the moment Luke knew that he was never going to get her back. That this really was the final moment that just pushed it over the edge.

That was the moment he knew that he should have been there.

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review XI

This week's header is dedicated to @legendary-pink-dot for the idea of Dieter being his own 80s sitcom 😝💕

Is everyone okay this morning? Have we all recovered from last night? Do we need to hydrate, grab a snack (not that kind of snack) and recoup? Any welfare checks we need to send out? Phew 🫠

It's been a slog to get through this week, and I didn't get to as much reading as I wanted, which you'll see below. These daily prompts have been taking up more time than I expected and work has picked up (rude). But I'm also realising as I read through people's weekly round-ups, that I've missed a lot this week that I haven't seen come across my dash.

So if you've posted something this week (fanfic, thots or anything else) and you'd like to share it - feel free to drop it in my DM's or as an Asks!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 15 - first wine (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 16 - flying kites (frankie x reader)

oct' x 17 - whispers (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct' x 18 - picking apples (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 19 - ghosts (dieter x f!reader)

oct' x 20 - sweater weather (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct' x 21 - acorns (tim rockford x f!reader)

birthdays, besties & bravos (celebrating the lovely @wildemaven)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

A Safe Haven | Chapter 9 (Joel) (Check TW’s) by @joelsgreys This was the update I've been so patiently waiting for and it did not disappoint! This is a fantastic series that I never thought I'd get so emotionally invested in - but that's how good Vee is! This is always one of my top recommendations when suggesting Joel fanfics to read!

Working Title | Chapter 14 (Dieter) by @rhoorl Another great update for Dieter and Belle - I'm rooting for these two from the sidelines and I'm exciting to see how things play out for them!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 8 (Triple Frontier + Pedro Characters) by @rhoorl Okay, there's not one, but two Pedro Character appearances this week and I'm trying to figure out how I can move to Mule Falls Court like yesterday - because it's all going down over there and I highly recommend this be added to your reading if you haven't read it yet. A Month of Sundays (Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I'm living for all of these prompts and I can't choose one or two because they've all been soooo good!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

I'm on edge as @for-a-longlongtime shares more of their WIP that is Peña x Rockford x Reader, with that line up you know it's going to be good!

Self Care with Dieter & Jett (@morallyinept) - this week it's emotions and highlights some important stuff!

More Dieter and his hippo table shenanigans delivered by @i-love-movies to @gnpwdrnwhiskey, this made my week 🤣

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Bit of a personal one, but we got to do a little Halloween festive trip out yesterday with the little Truly's. Something you're not always able to do when you have a child with extra needs, as events such as these can be a bit overwhelming for a multitude of reasons. So when we're able to attend ones that are specially catered for families like ours, it's always a special occasion - even if it does make you realise how unfit you are wrangling two kids 🤣 Also, keeping on brand, Baby Truly adored all the Halloween decor and was waving and saying hello to her minions the props.

Watched the new Goosebumps on Disney+ not expecting much, and I actually enjoyed it. Little Betty would have been all over this as a kid.

Also, watched my annual viewing of Practical Magic, which thanks to the wonders of the digital age I own to stream to my heart's content regardless of the season.

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Matchbox Twenty feels this week 💛 - this one has been in heavy rotation while writing!

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a new week ahead! Hopefully, if Pedro makes another appearance we'll all be ready for it, or at least recovered by then! 😝🫠

Happy Sunday all! ☀️💛