#or at least save the fans from the cardiac arrest of not having much to consume

[rogueshadeaux]

Anyone else gonna make a 2 book series in the inFAMOUS universe based on this photograph or am I gonna have to do it myself?

Edit: I started it, cmere and get y’all juice

[shijiujun]

hey so uh, it's 110% Not Your Job, but can i ask for like a crash course on these chinese bl series that are everywhere around me but i don't know them. like i'm familiar with the untamed or however many names it has but i'm seeing two or three more???? help please if you can thank you

hello!! oh no worries, i happened to be looking for a distraction too so this was timely hahaha although it’s a pretty broad question since there are so many new live adaptations coming out (and some which have already come out which are featured as bromances), but let me see if I can like round this up for you a little. 

*i may be giving you a bit more than you need or like irrelevant stuff, but i guess i’m bound to hit something hahaha

Okay so the chinese BL series you’re talking about is The Untamed, and since you said you’re familiar I won’t get into it in detail, BUT just for like flow’s sake:

The Untamed (Chen Qing Ling) is based on the danmei (BL) novel written by MXTX, called Mo Dao Zu Shi (and yes however many like English translations to this title there is), or MDZS for short. You watched the live-action, and there’s like a lot of other versions of it e.g. the anime, the chibi anime, audio dramas etc. etc. the list goes on. In case you still haven’t seen any of those, just glance through this masterpost made by @the-social-recluse​ - In any case, right now everything is sort of already out EXCEPT:

MDZSQ - chibi donghua, cutest shit you’ll ever see

More MDZS merch 

Some teasers from MDZS mobile game which has been one year and developing

Now moving on to other BL series floating around so frequently - MDZS is the second book that MXTX wrote. So there’s SVSSS (The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving-System), which is also called lovingly by others in the fandom by Scumbag System/Villain in short, this is MXTX’s first danmei novel. Right now if you’ve seen this on Tumblr, it’s the anime (donghua) version - 10 episodes only for Season 1, available on WeTV with subs, finished airing like a few weeks ago. Translations of the novel are definitely out in full somewhere.

An absolute mess, but an organized one

Tried to do a manhua but failed

Everyone thought the donghua wouldn’t air on time either (it has a history of dropping development halfway) but it did

Would probably be the most entertaining if ever dealt with a live-action

And then there’s arguably, the most beloved child out of all three novels (at least right this moment) - TGCF (Tian Guan Ci Fu, or Heaven Official’s Blessing). This is the third and so far last (???) danmei novel MXTX has written, main pairing invented love. Strawhat-wearing scrap collector smiley angel with devoted kid-turned-adult-turned-ghost-king who follows smiley angel for like many years because he loves him. Anyway, if you’re seeing this, once again on Tumblr a lot, it’s the donghua version you’re seeing. Still airing, I think we’re midway through the whole season, the yelling starts Saturday (Asia time zone) and then extends into Sunday, sometimes Monday.

There’s like a god-tier Eng translation in full for TGCF by Suika

There is a manhua for this as well, only like 45 chapters in, but the time Jan/Feb 2021 rolls around, the donghua would have overtaken the manhua progress on the storyline HAHAHA

Apparently the director/production team who did CQL/The Untamed managed to get the rights to filming its live-action, but heh nothing much about that just yet aside from casting rumours and fans worrying that the casting will be done wrongly and also that they won’t be able to do justice to the story.

Alright now that we’ve more or less cleared MXTX and what everyone is hyping over (for good reason), let’s move on to the other CHINESE BL stuff you could be seeing (although I feel like you might not actually be asking about this), and these will all be live-actions (I’m also only clearing SOME of this year’s stuff, so none from before 2020, don’t ask me why I didn’t leave Guardian or SCI up here):

✨✨✨ Already aired, done and dusted or maybe ongoing, just ones I see on my dash and notifs so I definitely am biased ✨✨✨

The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty (Cheng Hua’s Fourteenth Year) - Many episodes, much bromance, base novel is gay af, but live action is cute af. Read more here and full translation is not yet done I think

My Roommate is a Detective - THIS IS A SPECIAL MENTION. NOT BL. Doesn’t even have like a book to go along with it, it’s just I’ve seen people getting into this again and creating content, so idk, imma just leave this here. It ain’t BL but it got the most glaring BL-esque relationship I’ve ever seen in my life. You’ll get what I mean if you watch it

The Lost Tomb Reboot - AGAIN another special mention, because many handsome young-ish men who you know, head into tombs, much bromance. Based on a huge series of novels, totally not BL, but as always with like a lot of men put into one story, ships happen. This year as well, in case you’ve seen it floating around

✨✨✨  Upcoming Chinese BL live-action adaptations, confirmed + casting + filming. You may have seen some of these because like posters were recently released etc. - As far as I know these are all slated for 2021 ✨✨✨

Faraway Wanderers (Tian Ya Ke) - A danmei novel by Priest, filming wrapped up, should be airing soon. Leads are pretty cute, although I’m sure they’ll turn this bromance. One of the male leads is known for a lot of period web dramas, and Gong Jun, the other male lead, is known for more contemporary modern dramas, but damn Gong Jun’s jawline

Winner is King (Sha Po Lang) - Another danmei novel by Priest, filming wrapped up recently as well if I recall? Posters recently released, and this is arguably Priest’s most famous and popular danmei

Immortality (Hao Yi Xing) - A super popular danmei novel called 2ha or The White Husky and His White Cat Shizun by Meat Bun. Filming also... wrapped? I think, because posters came out the next day and everyone from Earth to Pluto went mad, definitely one you should look out for next year spring i think, but I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be a hell lot more teasers, posters etc. coming up and then half of danmei Tumblr will probably go into cardiac arrest

The Society of Four Leaves (Zhang Gong An) - Ehhhh I think this hasn’t yet been filmed but casting was recently confirmed (contentiously).  Concept posters are up though. This technically isn’t classified officially as a BL. There are no CPs officially in the novel, but apparently it’s very like idk flirty etc., also slated for next year

*There are a few more by Priest, e.g. Liu Yao, but no concrete news that I’ve seen (by now like at least 60% of her danmeis either have a live-action contract or a donghua contract or both lmao)

✨✨✨  Upcoming Chinese BL donghua adaptations (2021-ish). All by Priest✨✨✨

*Throwing this in just as a by the way thing, because these are also recent news (these two weeks). There might be more but I haven’t seen anything yet personally :D

Imperfection (Can Ci PIn) - Space AU, the novel won like two national literary awards if I recall like last year? Anyway a brief trailer recently came out last week I think, and main lead is handsome af, and once again it’s space and space wars so it’s pretty cool

Silent Reading (Mo Du Zhe) - Novel is called Mo Du, and honestly I think the donghua has been like teasing fans for like idk years, but it looks like we’re finally getting to the donghua as the team previewed the first ep like... two weeks ago live to an audience? Modern crime thriller thing, there’s a masterpost going on Tumblr

Lie Huo Jiao Chou - Another Priest fan favourite, a historical + modern danmei combination. Much angst from what I’ve seen, but donghua teaser looked good also, released also last week

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anyway hopefully some part of this or at least one part answers your question? if not, just send me another ask or like, DM me hahahaha

[luvlyrv]

Our Songs | Extra | Wendy x F!Reader SM!AU

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: So happy to say this series is completely finished now!! Enjoy!! I'm moving onto more projects and hopefully can wrap up some one shots I've been working on. This is a different style from what I usually do since it is an extra, warning that the post looks really long because it's in bulleted style lol

Date: 9/1/21

Series Masterlist

after your confession with wendy you were stuck with an enormous burst of energy

you were on cloud nine, a seemingly never-ending high

you decided not to text wendy the day right after

you didn't want her to think you regretted anything but you also didn't want to seem too clingy

also it didn't help that just thinking about her was enough to throw you into cardiac arrest

you didn't receive any notifications from wendy either

it was a bit disappointing, but you assumed she was also trying to take in the shock of it all

trying to take your mind off of wendy you spend an entire day running around your house

you pick up your instruments and have the jam of your life

emotional highs are very good for your creativity it seems

you decide to record some things and save some drafts

who knows if it'll be useful in the future?

you worked till you felt dead tired and like you couldn't have another thought in your brain

even after you spent an entire day trying to exert your nervous and elated energy you were still hesitating on texting wendy when you woke up

but you missed her so much already

so you send a text asking her how she feels

she says she feels okay, and then asks about you

'yeah, i'm okay too'

your conversation was rocky

things weren't going as smooth as before

and it was evident that it was because the both of you had no idea how to behave

you took a deep breath before texting her your question

'so, can i take you on that first date?'

you see a bubble showing that she was texting

and then it disappeared

before showing up again

and disappearing

and- ugh! your heart was racing waiting for her answer

i mean, she liked you back right? so why would she say no?

'yeah, of course! :)'

whew, okay, looked like you almost made a big deal out of nothing

little did you know wendy was freaking out

she was a bit embarrassed at herself, acting as if she was a high school kid in love or something

it took wayyy too much concentration for her to type out something sensible

but she was excited for you to finally ask

you were also excited for her to say yes

your first date is at the downtown center

there was a festival and you were hoping to enjoy all the effort the artisans put into their work with wendy

you're walking with her through the numerous stalls set up

as the both of you admire the beautiful crafts set on display your hand reaches for hers

you feel the pressure of her hand squeezing back and you look at her

she looks at you and giggles

you didn't even realize what you were doing

'oh, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to do that suddenly.' you freak out and let go of her hand

you're worried that she was laughing at you and that she didn't want to hold hands

'it's okay! i thought it was cute'

she reaches out for you and you don't let go this time

instead you enjoy how happy she seems to be sharing this moment with you

and out in public too

later on you both go to the square where there were musicians

the sun was beginning to set, allowing for beautiful lighting and you appreciated songs you've never listened to before

wendy tugs at your arm while still staring at the performers

'i hope we can perform up there someday. together.'

you smile at her as she still looks on

'i think we will.' you assure her

finally night hits and you both call it a day

you walk her to her car and stop her

you kiss her forehead

'so, will there be a second?' you ask with a smile

you feel like you already know the answer

'i think that sounds great.'

life with wendy in it became easy

you guys seldom fought

and even when you did at least one of you would make something for the other

dropping it off at the doorstep and leaving an apology note

and after enough time of cooling down you would always come back to each other, talking out your problems from before

you personally felt like your work improved as well

wendy had become your muse

you sought to create tracks that would impress her

or that would be worthy of having her voice in it

and you felt like it was easier to write lyrics

because every experience with wendy created new feelings

feelings that you could hardly describe sometimes

when you guys decided to finally start working on your second collaboration you busted out the drafts you created long ago

wendy was impressed after sitting down and listening to your drafts

'woah, how many hidden gems do you have on your computer?'

'well, these ones in particular i made on the same day. the day after i confessed to you.'

you're both flustered

because it's easy to tell the kind of state you were in by the songs

wendy takes your hand and kisses it gently as your music continued to play

'you must think of me pretty highly, if the thought of me compelled you to make something so incredible'

you heat up at her cheesiness

'oh stop it.'

the two of you end up choosing a refreshing feeling/sound for the album

'cause you recharge me every time i see you!' she says

when you guys are almost done producing the album, that was when you went on the dinner date with wendy

the one where you guys would finally confess to the world

after recording and uploading the announcement video the both of you decided to turn off your notifications and avoid reading people's reactions

instead you guys opted to spend the rest of the day baking and then watching a movie together

the both of you decided that it would be stressful to engage with your audience right away, and that's why it took a full day for you both to check your phones again

both seulgi and yeri already knew about your relationship but they both flooded you guys with congratulations anyways

they just wanted you to know they were proud of your bravery!

besides them, both of your families already knew and didn't comment much

they'd already stated how they think you're good for each other when you guys had visited together

especially your younger cousin

cause apparently she's a big fan of wendy and is definitely not using you as a way to get close to her idol

and is definitely not bragging about her how cousin is 'super super cool and famous and is dating another famous person and i think they'll be rich someday!!! so get on my nice side!'

you're happy to see that a lot of fans are happy for your relationship

wendy just keeps telling you 'of course they are, who wouldn't for a cute ass couple like us?'

it was at that point that you guys had decided to save up and move into a nice place together

you guys had talked about future plans before

not only that, but you had been practically living together already

between all the dates that lead to seemingly indefinite sleepovers

and the recent collaboration that made you guys be stuck together

it was really you guys living at each other's place weeks at a time

when you guys move in you're grateful

because you get to experience all the little things from her even more

some nights when you're stressed she rubs circles on your back to help you sleep

when you guys shower together she takes her time to carefully wash your hair

it was those deeply intimate moments that made you the happiest

both of your careers were doing really well due to the reception of your second collab and all the media fuss that happened with your dating annoucement

you both still have solo careers and interact with other musicians

but along with moving in, you guys decided to become a duo and consistently create music together

in the morning when you share breakfast you always remind her how good life is and how thankful you are

[gxldenflower]

It Was Enchanting To Meet You (Bruce Banner x Reader)

NOTE: Originally posted on my ao3, supposedly_archer, on August 15th, 2020. Both the summary and A/N are copied & pasted

Summary: The two Avengers are almost to the bottom of the staircase when you make eye contact with Bruce Banner. It lasted for what was maybe five seconds, but it felt like forever. His eyes were a beautiful brown. He was gorgeous. All of the other thoughts in your head left when you looked at him.

Based on the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift

A/N: There's totally not a Hamilton reference in here somewhere hahaha

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 2,857

Female Reader

The venue for the Stark gala was gorgeous. High arching ceilings, elegant staircases, even the floors were beautiful. So why did you want to go home so badly?

You had positioned yourself near a wall, hoping to avoid as much interaction with other people as possible. If you were to clutch your wine glass any tighter, you were sure it would shatter in your hands. You took another small swallow of it.

You thought back to a month ago, where you sat on your friend, Chelsea’s, couch as an old movie played in the background. You were talking about work drama when she suddenly gasped loudly and dramatically. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” She squealed. “How could I forget?”

You smile at her with your eyebrows raised. “What is it?”

She took a few deep breaths while smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Okay, so. My sister’s ex-boyfriend has a cousin whose wife works at a fancy building that’s like a venue, right? And, that’s where Tony Stark is hosting his annual gala, right?”

You nod, still smiling. “Right.” You didn’t pay much attention to the Avengers. Unless they were, of course, fighting aliens somewhere in the world. But, the Stark Gala was infamous. Everyone knew about it.

Chelsea continued. “To save a whole hour of storytelling, my sister’s ex-boyfriend’s cousin’s wife got us tickets to the gala.”

“No. Fucking. Way.” Your mouth hung open with your eyes wide as saucers.

“Yes. Fucking. Way.” She giggled at your reaction.

“Now, I know how much you hate parties, but I’ll be with you the whole time, and if you get too overwhelmed, I’ll help you find a secluded spot, got it?”

“Yeah! Holy shit, I- this is crazy!” You grab her by the shoulders and shake her, giggling hysterically.

She grabs your shoulders in response. “I know right; we’re gonna get to wear fancy dresses and pretend we’re rich people and part of the one percent!”

***

One month later, you both had bought fancy dresses that were way out of your budget and were probably never going to wear again.

The “going together and pretending you were rich” plan had fallen through the floors the day of the gala.

It had started in the morning when Chelsea called you. Picking up, she told you that she was having awful stomach pain.

“Could it be period cramps?” you had asked her.

“No, my period isn’t supposed to start for another two weeks. It hurts, worse than my regular cramps.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant and don’t know it,” you joked, trying to make her feel better.

“Har, har, har Y/N. Very funny.” You could hear her eye roll from the phone, she sighed and then groaned in pain. You winced. “I think I may have appendicitis.”

“That means we should get you to the ER; I’ll pick you up and drive you, alright?”

“Alright. But no matter what happens, you go to the gala. You absolutely cannot miss this, even if I’m lying dead in the hospital.”

You sighed. You weren’t going to argue with her about this, especially since you needed to get Chelsea to a hospital. “Alright. Fine.”

It turns out she did have appendicitis. Before they wheeled her off, she commanded you to go to the gala. “I know you can do it, Y/N. I’m not going to let my shitty luck keep you from finding true love.”

“But, what if something-”

“Go! Go get ready and have the time of your life. My sister will be here, and she’ll keep you updated. I love you.”

You sighed. Chelsea was so stubborn sometimes. “I love you, too.”

When you arrived at the venue, her sister called you telling you that she was okay. You thanked her and tucked your phone into the pocket of your dress. It blended into the dress, so you could easily carry it inconspicuously.

While you were busy recalling the events that had led to you hiding in a costly dress at a party you probably shouldn’t even be allowed to be at, you hadn’t realized you’d run out of wine. The glass had been offered to you by a waiter, and it was full when you grabbed it.

You were now freaking out about if you should put the old glass down, ask for a refill, or just hide in the bushes and cry. Your prayers were answered by a waiter who was walking past with a bottle of wine. “More wine, miss?” he asked you politely.

“Yes, please.” When he walked away, you heaved a deep sigh. At least that problem was solved. Though, you still felt way out of place. Watching everyone mingle and talk with their fancy outfits was unnerving. You barely knew how to start a conversation, and you doubted you would be able to with these types of people.

Are those people waltzing? You thought to yourself. They were! There seemed to be a small group of couples dancing around the room. I thought that only happened in movies!  It was a sight to see. They all looked so elegant. You sighed, Chelsea would’ve loved this.

You turn your head to look at the stairs. You blinked. And blinked again. Holy shit. That’s Tony fucking Stark. You didn’t know why you were so shocked. Of course, he would be here. It was his goddamn gala.

Though you weren’t an Avengers fangirl, it was still exhilarating to see one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. As you watched him walk down the stairs, you realized he was talking to another man. He looked to be around the same age as Tony Stark, and he looked familiar.

You mentally slapped yourself. It’s Bruce Banner, you moron!  If someone had asked you who your favorite Avenger was, you probably would’ve said Doctor Banner. You didn’t know much about him, other than that he was the Hulk. But, he was cute, with the curly salt and pepper hair and glasses.

The two Avengers are almost to the bottom of the staircase when you make eye contact with Bruce Banner. It lasted for what was maybe five seconds, but it felt like forever. His eyes were a beautiful brown. He was gorgeous. All of the other thoughts in your head left when you looked at him.

When you both break eye contact, your face is heated. You gulp down more wine. Your thoughts were racing. You wanted to talk to him. You needed to talk to him. There was something about him that just immediately drew you to him. And you didn’t even know him! You could hear your friend in your head; it’s love at first sight! Talk to him!

You took a deep breath. It couldn’t be that hard to start a conversation. Right? Your hands were sweaty. Why were they so sweaty? You shouldn’t be this nervous to start a conversation. You take some more deep breaths. You knew if you didn’t talk to him tonight, you might regret this night for the rest of your days.

You look through the crowd and spot him again easily. He’s still with Tony Stark, though the both of them were closer to where you stood now. You watch them both for a moment. They seem just to be idly chatting; they now had wine glasses in their hand. You then see Tony clap Bruce on the shoulder and leave him, supposedly to talk to someone else. This was your chance.

You start to walk through the crowd. Bruce is still standing there, alone. He looks almost as uncomfortable as you feel. He’s staring at his shoes, and you get closer. You can easily see all of him now. You slow down a bit; you didn’t want to seem like a stalker or weirdo.

You’re right beside him now. You’re facing his side, and you turn to look at whatever he’s looking at now. “It’s a nice night tonight,” are the first words out of your mouth. You feel like you’re about to go into cardiac arrest.

Bruce turns to face you. He seems to be caught off guard by your statement. “Hm? Oh, yeah, it’s, um, it’s nice.” His voice is quiet, and he’s back to staring at his shoes.

What the fuck do I say now? Do I introduce myself? What do I do? “You’re Bruce Banner, right?” You scream in your head. Why did I say that?

“Uh, yep, that’s me.” He gives a nervous chuckle. “And you are?” he trails off, waiting for your answer.

“Y/N,” you say, quickly, turning to smile at him.

“Y/N, that’s a nice name.” Bruce returns your smile.

You feel your face heat up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You laugh softly, still smiling gently at him. He laughs nervously as well. “Do you attend these types of parties often?” you ask him.

Bruce sighs. “Yeah, Steve says it’s good publicity for us, and Tony can never turn away a chance to host a party, so I just kind of go with it.” He takes a sip of his wine. “If I’m honest, I’m not a huge fan of these types of gatherings.”

You smile at his exasperated face. “That makes two of us then. My friend got us both tickets, but she wasn’t able to make it, so I’m here. Alone.”

He gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It’s fine. I think Chelsea would’ve wrung my neck if I hadn’t gone. She’s very dramatic that way.”

Bruce smiles again. He has a beautiful smile. “I think I know what it’s like to have a dramatic friend.”

You both laugh, “you know I saw a fountain inside a small garden when I got here, and I’ve wanted to check it out. Do you wanna come with?”

“Yeah, I would. I think I know where it is.”

“Really? Have you been here before?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah. All of the Avengers were here last night. Steve got Thor to try and teach us all how to waltz.” He sighs and chuckles. “It did not go well.”

“So, I’m assuming you’re not a dancer?” You grin mischievously at him.

He grins back. Not a shy, slight smile. An actual grin. You could feel your heartbeat faster if that was even possible. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind.” You pause and look at Bruce. “Which way is the fountain?”

“Oh, uh, it’s this way.” He points to a door close to the stairs.

As you and Bruce make your way through the crowd, you fall into a comfortable silence, walking so close that your shoulders are almost brushing together.

When you get to the doors, he opens it for you. You feel your face heat up for what feels like the millionth time that night. “Thank you, Bruce.”

“You’re welcome.” You look around the garden and see a plethora of different flowers planted around a large stone fountain, along with shrubs surrounding the whole area.

“This is beautiful. So much better than the pictures.” You start walking to the fountain and sit on the edge. Bruce sits opposite of you.

“Yeah, the pictures don’t do this place justice.” He looks around before settling on your face.  “What do you do for work?” He asks.

“I’m an x-ray technician at an ER.” He nods appreciatively. “It’s nothing too exciting unless you count trying to get a drunk man to lay still for more than two seconds as exciting.”

Bruce laughs at that. “I’d like that to be my definition of exciting.”

You grin at him. “Yeah, well, I think being an x-ray tech is a little below your paygrade. Though we almost always have a spot open for hiring, so if you ever decide being an Avenger gets boring, you’ll have a backup plan.”

He laughs again. His laugh sounds like music. “I may have to take you up on that sometime.” Bruce looks down at the water in the fountain. “What got you into that field?”

You let out a sigh. “That’s a long, long story.”

“Well, I have all night if you do.”

So, you launched into the story of how you got a job at an ER. Which then turned into a conversation about the way x-rays work and the science of radiology. Which then snowballed into a discussion about anything and everything.

Time didn’t seem like a concept as you talked with Bruce. It was like talking to someone you’d known your whole life. The conversation flowed so smoothly you never understood why you were so nervous about speaking to him in the first place.

Eventually, a notification from your phone pulls you out of your conversation. It’s from your friend, asking how your night is going and if you’ve found prince charming.

“It’s my friend.” Bruce nods, understanding. You quickly type out a “tell you later.” And put your phone back in your pocket. “Sorry. Where were we?”

He was about to respond when he was suddenly cut off by a booming voice. “Banner!”

Suddenly a tall, muscular man is standing in front of both of you. Oh my God, it’s Thor. “The team’s been looking for you everywhere! We thought that you had just gone home.”

He turns to you as if he’s just noticed you. “I wasn’t aware you were talking to a lady. I apologize for my rudeness and for not greeting you right away.” He holds his hand out to you. “Thor Odinson.”

“Y/N.” You put your hand out to shake it, but he shocks you by bringing it up to his lips and kissing it softly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N, I will allow you two to get back to your conversation.” And with that, Thor’s gone as quickly as he came.

“I’m sorry about him.” Bruce smiles sheepishly at you.

You laugh at the look on his face. “It’s fine; he seemed very nice.” Bruce nods in agreement.

“Do you know what time it is? I forgot to put my watch on before I left.”

“Uhm, yeah, hold on,” you reply, pulling out your phone. “Oh, wow, it’s almost midnight.”

Bruce raises his eyebrows. “Really? We must’ve been talking for a while, then.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, I guess we have.” You sit in silence for a moment. Bruce clears his throat.

“If they’re looking for me, that probably means I should, um, get going.”

“Right, right. I should probably get going as well.” There’s a pause. You stand up at the same time. “Do you want my number?” You say, probably too fast.

“What? Um, yeah, yes, I would, uh, I would love your number.” There’s another pause. “Do you have anything to write down with, I don’t have my phone on me,” he starts patting his pockets as you grip your phone tightly. “I have a pen; you can just write it on my hand if you’re good with that.”

“Yeah, yep! That’s perfect!” He hands you a ballpoint pen, and you grab it quickly and take off the cap. “Do you prefer what hand or arm-”

“Um, not really.” He holds out his left hand, partially pulling up the arm of his suit jacket and shirt, revealing part of his wrist. Grabbing his hand, you quickly write down your number, praying he doesn’t notice how sweaty or shaky your hands are.

You pull away, putting the cap back on the pen and handing it back to him. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiles at you softly, and you feel like you’re going to melt into the floor.

“You’re welcome.” You smile back at him. “I know you’re probably busy constantly saving the world,” he chuckles at that, “but maybe we could find some time to get coffee together?”

Bruce grins at you. “I would love to.”

You grin back. “It’s a date, then.” You lean close to him and kiss his cheek. “I hope to see you soon.” As you pull back, you see his face is bright red.

“I hope to see you soon, as well.” He’s almost stumbling over his words.

“Bye, Bruce.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

With that, you leave through the same doors you came through, and through the corner of your eye, you see Thor again, this time rushing at Bruce. You shake your head as you make your way out to catch a ride home.

***

Finally, inside your apartment, you let out a squeal of delight. You laugh and grin to yourself as you get ready for bed. You shoot a quick text to Chelsea, saying, “I THINK I MET PRINCE CHARMING” and lay down in your bed. You laugh again into your pillow, replaying the night you spent with Bruce over and over again till you fell asleep.

In the morning, you wake up to two text messages. One from Chelsea, saying, “Y/N YOU CANT JUST TEXT ME THAT AND NOT FUCKING ELABORATE. WTF.” And one from an unknown number. “How do you feel about coffee next Saturday at 11:00 am?”

[foryoumyheroes]

Stan Twitter

[Midoriya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Kaminari] and their secret stan accounts.

A/N:  Gender neutral reader and [H/N] stands for [Hero Name].  Aged-up AU and everyone is already a Pro-Hero. Kinda SMAU? 

Disclaimer: I recently became aware that the word “simp” has been appropriated from AAVE. As someone who is not from the black community, I genuinely apologize and I don’t have an excuse for my ignorance. I am removing it from these hcs! I consider myself an ally (but I clearly have a lot of work to do) and it is my own fault for not educating myself, which I hope to do more of in the future.

I also have to give credit where credit’s due I love @myherowritings​ ‘s SMAUs and was inspired to write this from their works so please check them out if you’re reading this!  

Izuku Midoriya: 

Goes the whole mile. Has a [Name] stan account with 10k followers. Interacts with other [H/N] stans regularly. Retweets edits and compilations. Makes his own fancams and edits. 

Vote [H/N] for the top ten  @[H/N]might345  I am so lucky to be able to get the entire @official[Hero Name] x @Super_Groupies collaboration collection!! It sold out within minutes! 💨💨 It was kinda stressful haha. 😅 Thanks again to everyone who supported our favorite Hero! http://bit.ly/G4peUrTd36A

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 Thank you to tik tok user @rainbowinureye for giving me permission to post their playdate edit of [H/N]! It’s so well done and the cuts and the scenes line up perfectly 😊 http://m.tiktok.com/WrqKOXWpYbU  

Vote [H/N] for the top ten  @[H/N]might345 I made another [H/N] edit to the song “This is Love” by Illene Woods slowed and pitched version 😊💕💕 Please tell me what you think and how I can improve! http://bit.ly/dK9-c7QOcWg 

Of course it’s edited perfectly with all of the clips synced up perfectly?? It’s a byproduct from his All Might days. He’s still sure to respond to every person who gives him constructive criticism on how to improve his edits. 

Unintentionally becomes a meme?? Becomes known as the fanboy to end all fanboys. Like this guy is EVERYWHERE. He’s in the comments of every [H/N] funny moments and [H/N] battles but every fight is poorly edited to the sound of vines and every official interview posted by official YT channels. 

Stream Fine Line  @randomaccount360 The wildest thing about Twitter is that one [H/N] stan account that comes running whenever you mention their name. 

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 replying to @randomaccount360  hahaha! I am here! 😁

High-key people think that he’s one of those stalkerish fans?? Like he’ll post pictures of you eating at super close angles that no other news site has and it isn’t like a pic a fan has asked for either... it’s like a candid photo of you shoveling back food 

But you guys are legitimately dating?? He lives with you?? It’s just so embarrassing to know that he runs this popular stan account of you that you rarely bring it up asdfg ;; You ;; politely look away.  

Vote [H/N] for the top ten @[H/N]might345 Isn’t @official[Hero Name] the cutest? Here’s them eating the souffle pancakes at Flipper's! It was super good! http://bit.ly/fQE__7riZko

Mashomallow @mashomallowfood  replying to @[H/N]might345 OP how do you know what the pancakes taste like 

Pinky step on me @Minastannn replying to @mashomallowfood  OP pls respond it’s a legit question 

thehighground @ayeyeye  replying to @[H/N]might345  @official[Hero Name] if you are in danger please wink twice  

OHH if you get hate?? He will respectfully put that person in their place in the most eloquent way possible. Five pages, doubled-spaced, MLA format, works cited page. 

[H/N] > Deku >:(  @[H/N]might345  It has recently come to my attention that people online have been saying that Deku is a better hero than [H/N] and I am here to say that is not the case. Not only is pitting two heroes against each other extremely toxic but [H/N] has shown time and time again that they are the more successful Hero. [1/24] 

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He exposes himself by being tagged in those “Get to know them better” trends and it wasn’t like he was ever hiding the fact that he ran the stan account so he has no problem doing it. He’s so casual with posting a selfie of himself and saying his name and likes and dislikes but the people who tagged him just thought that he was just a regular fan?? Not Pro-Hero Deku?? 

#WTFDeku is trending for a whole day in Japan. 

It answers a lot of questions but opens up more. 

Everyone legit thought that @[H/N]might345 was just a rich kid with a lot of free time this whole time. But no?? It was Number One Hero Deku?? Does he make the edits when he’s fighting villains or something asdfg 

It makes him so happy though!! You guys would be chilling and his phone dings from notifications and he’s turning to you so happily like, “Look, [Name]! Another popular fan account retweeted my compilation of you! I can’t believe they noticed me!” Asdf i love this boy. 

Shoto Todoroki: 

LOOK even before you two debuted as Pro-Heroes he was your number one stan buying all the merch, watching all of the interviews. 

Interacts with other fans occasionally. 5K followers. Verified by Twitter for some reason. Has a generic name like @[Name]snumberone and thinks that it’s polite to always end his posts with a simple :) 

He’s told you about his side account before, but you know that he has one dedicated to Endeavor hate, so you always think that he’s referring to that one. 

Horny on main for some reason?? People think that he’s socially inept and doesn’t really understand a lot of jargon or slang, but thanks to Kaminari and all of the other stans he’s studied up because he thinks that’s how you’re supposed to talk on the internet. 

Like someone will post a pic of you holding something between your thighs like a water bottle or your phone or wallet while you tie your hair up or sign something for a fan and he’ll be like “goD i wish that was me.” 

it’s photosynthesUS @queenking[H/N]  Can you believe that there are people out there that don’t think about [H/N]’s thighs at least once a day?? coughcough anyWAY on an unrelated topic here’s several pictures of those beautiful legs http://bit.ly/pH6KeOjpKeI

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone replying to @queenking[H/N]  I can die happy if those legs suffocated me 

[H/n]’s biggest fan  @[Name]snumberone  Another fan messaged me saying that they liked my account :) thank you. I love [H/N] more than anything. 

[H/N]’s biggest fan  @[Name]snumberone Someone messaged me this from a site called Archive of Our Own? They said since I like [H/N] so much I would like this. It’s pretty enjoyable :) although kind of OOC? (is that right?) 

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone I thought I would try my own hand at [H/N] fanfiction since it was so fun to read I binged the entire tag last night :) But please be warned that it’s not for underage readers. 

Would try to fight the haters in the most passive-aggressive and aggressive-aggressive way possible. He had no problem with trying to square up against the chief of police and he’s incredibly stubborn. He immediately responds to their post and tries to shut it down as quick as possible and sometimes it’s ;; kinda hurtful 

One time a hater account was spreading negative things about you and after Shoto came on the scene they quickly ended their thread with a “Of course [H/N]’s white knight came to save the day again 🙄🙄”

Within the next hour he changed his bio to “[H/N]’s white knight” 

Doesn’t get that trend where after someone posts something thirsty about someone else another user will reply by thanking them for something random? 

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone Has anyone seen [H/N]’s arms after their most recent fight with a villain? They can break my back like a glowstick :) and stick their tongue down my throat ig 

Stradandelous @pikadeegeek  replying to @[Name]snumberone  Thank you for paying for my anger management classes :))))

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone replying to @pikadeegeek  Oh, do you have me confused for someone else? I know that @realbakusatsuou needs anger management lessons 

He gets exposed after someone posts a picture of you and him smiling at each other cutely and someone responds with “🥺🥺 get someone who looks at you the way Shoto looks at [Name] and soba. It must be nice to kiss one of the cutest Heroes of the century” 

[H/N]’s biggest fan @[Name]snumberone  replying to @bossbiccc Thank you but soba will always be number two to [Name] :) and it was nice. 

Everyone then collectively LoSeS their minds and connects the dots like hUH?? You included!! You aren’t spared from this shit!! You spend your whole day with your jaw dropped to the goddamned grOUND as you scroll through his side account. Did he try all of that before or AFTER writing his fanfiction?? 

Endeavor gets news of it and learns just how horny his youngest son is and nearly goes into cardiac arrest. 

He just slurps his soba when everyone under the sun confronts him about it and he’s just like “what about it?” 

Katsuki Bakugou: 

About 600 followers. Doesn’t interact with anyone other than retweeting posts and liking them. Rarely comments. Never answers DM’s. Only follows one person and that’s @official[Hero Name].

You don’t know about it. No one knows about it. If he had it his way, no one will ever know about it.  

Occasionally he posts, but it’s mostly him flaunting the fact that he got limited edition or super expensive [H/N] merch that gets sold out in seconds and he’s super fucking smug. 

my hero [Name] @[H/N][Name] check out my limited edition [H/N] figurine. their costume is covered in real strakowski crystals. they did a good job with the face too.

Whatcanisayyyy his parents are designers. He has a taste for the finer things in life. 

He’s not much of a texter in general? So he doesn’t go off on lengthy arguments with people who post hate like the other two. Surprisingly mature when he does this. He reports or blocks them, but he’s always proud to know that these lowlife people can’t bring up a good argument because he always finds holes in their points. (They also don’t have the whole story. Which is? He loves you.) 

NEVER retweets or likes content that involves you and another Hero being shipped together. Purely Ground Zero x [Hero Name] only. Who gives a damn that Creati x [Hero Name] got the most votes from the Official [H/N] Fan Club?? Bakugou ,,, does not see it. 

Kinda boring really ;; he only has that many followers because he only retweets the BEST [Name] content and he’s fucking proud of it. 

He gets exposed when you and he get dragged to a club with Bakusquad one day. You’re on the dance floor with Mina and Sero and he’s just reclining in the booth retweeting paparazzi pictures of you that night and Kaminari manages to sneak up behind him and takes a picture of him without him noticing. People ofc zoom into his phone screen and find out that hE FUCKING HAS A WHOLE STAN ACCOUNT DEDICATED TO YOU?? When y’all are dating?! He’s retweeting photos of you in your outfit that night when he was right there?? He sometimes uncharacteristically comments 🥺 or 😍 or “my love”??? 

The goddamned UWUs that are passed around that night!!

The unsuppressed anger 😨😨

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway @realbakusatsuou YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!! IT WAS SAID THAT YOU WOULD DESTROY THEM NOT JOIN THEM!! 

Red Riot @theofficialredriot replying to @NOTjammingway The PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY! NOT EVEN THE SHARINGAN COULD’VE PREDICTED THIS

Cellophane @Serophanetape  replying to @theofficialredriot  No wonder he’s changed since our school days... 😔😔 as his bros we should’ve seen it... the good in him...the c o n f l i c t 

Pro Hero Ground Zero @realbakusatsuou  replying to @NOTjammingway  Shut. The fuck. UP!!! 

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway  ASDFGHJKLHELPMEEEEE http://bit.ly/DVtNve4qySA

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woah pass that  @hellofolksclapclap Transcription of @NOTjammingway’s post that was taken from his IG live for anyone that needs it 😊

[Chargebolt]: [to Red Riot] and anyway, I there I was barbecue sauce— [two knocks appear on his door]. Huh?  [Red Riot]: [walking to the door] were you expecting anyone?  [Chargebolt]: No—? [Door slams open loudly. It falls to the ground off its hinges.] [AHHHHASDGHSPE?] [T/N: how did he manage to keysmash in real life?] Bakugouuuu! [Screams impressively high pitched.]  [Ground Zero]: I’m going to fucking kill you!  [Red Riot]: Bakugou, no! Stop! What would [Name] think?! [Ground Zero]: [Name] can’t fucking look at me without laughing anymore!  [A whole bunch of voices interlap and more screaming ensues.] [A faint ‘wheee’ is heard.]  [END.] 

Eventually he just fucking owns it and is like yEAH!! I HAVE A [NAME] STAN ACCOUNT WHAT OF IT?? 

hero for all  @official[Hero Name] Love you too, @[H/N][Name] <3 <3

Pro Hero Ground Zero @realbakusatsuou  replying to @official[Hero Name] ...You’re lucky I didn’t deactivate the whole fucking account. 

He still retweets things to this day, but now he’s getting more bold. 

Denki Kaminari: 

Unlike the others his official twitter IS his [Name] stan page. 

He’s going back and forth from posting about his battles, his promotional content, and then splits them all with retweets that are like “I’ve NEVER wanted to hold a hand so bad before in my life. I SWEAR!” 

IMAGINE if he did have a stan account though. He would be going back and forth between his official and stan account and like fake beefing with each other. 

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway  [Name] just defeated 28 villains today!!! FUCK👏ING👏TWENTY EIGHT👏 The talent in this household... the sexiness... 😳😳

i sent you my love pls respond @[H/N]steponme replying to @NOTjammingway Dude I’m going to steal your lover 

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway  replying to @[H/N]steponme  You wouldn’t dare 😤 😤😡

i sent you my love pls respond @[H/N]steponme replying to @NOTjammingway   If that’s your lover why are they buying MY animal crossing turnips? 

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway replying to @[H/N]steponme @official[Hero Name]... say it isn’t so... 

hero for all @official[Hero Name]  replying to @NOTjammingway  What the FUCK is going on 

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway  Replying to @[H/N]steponme They’re in your acnh island but they’re replying to MY tweets we are not the same 

Since he’s a Pro-Hero and therefore a public figure, sometimes he gets flagged by karens on the internet for saying stuff like “pls sit on my face [Name]” on his official twitter and he always replies to comments that are like “Think about the children!” with “This AINT about them!!”  

If his S/O is getting hate he’ll reply to them such as

dog mom coffee lover @lilyjargon920 I’m sorry I can’t help it, [H/N] is so ugly ESPECIALLY after a fight 

Pikachu’s long lost son @NOTjammingway replying to @lilyjargon920 That’s a strange way to say that you’ve never gotten anyone hot and bothered 

Flip-flops between being super horny and “Can i hold your hand ;;; PLEASE” 

Whenever he takes mirror selfies in his bedroom his bed is like ;; half [H/N] plushies 

Because he’s not hiding anything he’s able to interact with your page freely and most of the time his retweets get more likes than your tweet because he’s just randomly thirsty without it having anything to do with your og tweet. 

He tries tik tok trends on you and reposts it on his twitter as well. He tried the “getting naked in front of partner” challenge while you were in the middle of working at your desk at home and you just looked at him like “Put some clothes on HOE” while laughing and getting back to work. 

He posts Boyfriend ASMR POVs but most of them are like self-indulgent fanfiction and he’s talking to “[Name]” instead of making it open to everyone. 

Everyone in Class 1-A clowns him so hard for this. 

Present Mic plays one of them during his radio one day as a request from a listener and he had to leave the room but since he’s so loud his laughter was basically the only thing people hear. 

[anika-ann]

WINSoD - Pt.4

What You Need (Is What I’m About)

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2, part 3)  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, one more ;)  Word count: 3400

Summary: In which fate has a strange sense of humour, the Maximoffs appear and... well. 

Warnings: brief violence, mention of death, messing around in one’s brain, language, cutesy and fluff (yep, it’s all there)

Part 3

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You watched the kettle quiver as the temperature of the water climbed towards the boiling point. You’d like to say your blood was reaching it too, but despite the warm hoodie (Steve’s, naturally), you were feeling coldness seeping into your very core.

You hated waiting for him. You had never been a fan of it, sitting on your ass and stressing until he returned from a mission, bruised and usually bloody, but this time it was something else. This time, you had more than just a vague idea of what he was fighting; you had witnessed it first-hand. An army of fucking robots.

The team had left 43 hours ago, but who the hell was counting, right? Certainly not you. And you had certainly not been feeling the urge to ask Jarvis (R.I.P., my beloved A.I.) like every half an hour for any updates. You weren’t that desperate. You weren’t that scared-

Yeah, not even you were having your bullshit anymore.

You were shivering in cold from losing sleep, terrified and over all out of your mind. Nothing helped to ease your worries. Definitely not the fact they hadn’t made any contact ever since they had left.

They consisted of the usual Avengers team; Nat, Clint, Tony, Bruce and Thor, plus Bucky. All of them under Steve’s attentive command.

Surprisingly, Matt Murdock – also known as a freaking vigilante (a blind lawyer!!) – did not join the quest. He had said that robots were way outside his territory. You would beg to differ, because he punched the robot like a champ, yet you didn’t quite blame him for refusing. Bottomline, you still thought he was pretty swell (not to mention easy on the eyes, but that was beside the point). He had saved your life though, so you might be a bit biased. A lot biased.

Sam Wilson might have fought once too, but he would sit this one out as well. It was not helping your anxiety.

The soft click of the kettle brought you back to reality and you grabbed the handle to pour water into your mug, only to see you failed to actually put a teabag in it.

To be fair, you would have sworn you had done it, but that was just another prove of you losing your mind. At this rate you were about to burn the kitchen down – not that you felt like cooking… or eating for that matter. Steve was out there, in his own sci-fi movie that had somehow become reality and-

You sighed and set the kettle down, reaching for the box with chamomile tea. Taking one bag, you felt a strange gust of wind and curled into the hoodie as a shiver ran down your spine. Was the air-conditioning misbehaving…? Perhaps it was an aftermath of what they called the Ultron mess-

You shook your head, scolding yourself for getting paranoid and went to finally finish the simplest task of making yourself tea.

Only for your blood turning to ice when you noticed the teabag was missing. You had just put it there half a minute ago, you were sure of it. Your heart started hammering in your chest as you spun on your heels, your eyes scanning the room.

The cupboard behind your head clacked and your head swiftly snapped back to it. Feeling your own pulse pounding in your temples, you forced your brain to come up with a rational explanation.

You were losing your mind, you were imagining things, you hadn’t slept in almost two days, your mind was playing tricks on you-

Another gust of wind and the kettle disappeared from your hands, a shriek escaping your lips. On instinct, you opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. You were probably useless with it, basically offering it the potential attacker as a weapon, because they would be able to disarm you and use it to their advantage, but you didn’t give a shit. You felt better being armed.

What the fuck was happening?!

A man suddenly appeared by your left hip, like a hurricane inside of the room, and your body acted on its own, driving the knife in his side.

Or you attempted to; the knife met something solid that could not have been a body and the blond – he was a blond man, younger, hell, looking younger than you, dressed in a jumpsuit – stared at you with his mouth hanging open.

It was only then when you registered a strange red matter--- no, something unsubstantial, like an energy, swirling and changing, hovering around the blade that had stopped an inch from the man’s torso.

“Taka se ubivate, kolibri,” a female voice sounded from the other side of the room, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest.

Yet, you couldn’t tear you gaze away from the strange man, whose face was now twisted in annoyed grimace as the woman seemed to be scolding him.

What kind of a language was that anyway?

Really not relevant.

There were two strangers in the Tower, in the very same room as you, they could be talking about how to kill you the most painful way and you wouldn’t even know, and for fuck’s sake, why couldn’t you catch a break-

“Ne ti e zabavno, foĭerverk,” he hummed back, his lips spreading in a smile, baffling you to no end. “Zdraveĭ, krasavitse.”

Your hand still on the handle of the knife that was no longer under your control, of which you refused to let go though because you were not a complete idiot, you had no idea what to do.

The man sounded almost friendly, but then again, villains often did. Sleazy. You would know.

A tremble ran through your body and out of nowhere, you made a lightning-fast decision of kicking the man in the crotch.

Your knee only brushed his manhood when your leg was no longer yours. With horror filling every cell in your body, you realized it was caught in the freaky red spiderweb of energy and you couldn’t move it no matter how much you tried.

Tears filled your eyes and suddenly you were free, the man several feet from you. A gorgeous young woman, dressed even more strangely than him – crimson leather jacket, black and half-torn leather leggings with high boots with way too many straps, her outfit completed by sleeves peeking from under her jacket –, stood next to him, cuffing him in the back of his head.

“Idiot!” she hissed and in the back of your mind, the one tiny corner that was not occupied with the fact you might die in the next second, you thanked god for some words being international.

Then, the girl with long wild red hair smiled at you apologetically, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Hello. Sorry for startling you,” she spoke with thick accent which you identified as Eastern-European and shot her companion a murderous look. “My brother is an ass and doesn’t know the difference between being funny and scaring people.”

She didn’t sound menacing at all; in fact, you saw every responsible older sibling annoyed at their younger family member in her. You blinked away the sting in your eyes and attempted to focus despite the ringing in your ears.

“Huh?” slipped from your lips intelligently, utter confusion gradually replacing your despair.

The blond rolled his eyes, which only earned him another clip round his ear.

“See what you’ve done? This is all your fault!”

“I was just messing around!”

“Do you have any idea what she’s been through? You scared her to death!” the woman hissed, effectively sending you back to the spiral of dismay, your slowly calming heartbeat skyrocketing again.

What did she know about what you had been through?!

With your knees wobbly and not to be trusted to keep you upright on their own anymore, you gripped the counter behind you with such force your muscles cramped.

“Who- who are you?” you breathed out shakily, catching the attention of the supposed sibling duo once more.

The woman smiled warmly, patronizingly almost.

“My name is Wanda and this is my brother, Pietro. We are of Sokovia. Your Captain and the other Avengers found us, showing us that we were fighting on the wrong side of things. Would you like to see?”

Her words echoed in your suddenly dull skull, the meaning escaping you.

And because her last sentence was what made sense the most and yet the least, you nodded.

Later, you would realize just how stupid and trusting you had been when agreeing, mostly because Steve gave you his look of disappointment and horror, but at the moment, it seemed right.

Somehow, on a level you couldn’t quite comprehend, you already understood they weren’t a threat to you.

“See how?”

Wanda smiled.

*Like this,* a ghost of her voice sounded somewhere deep in your mind, making you dizzy. What the hell-? *Please, don’t judge me. I thought I was doing the right thing.*

Before you could question such statement or the fact her lips were not moving while you heard her voice crystal clear, you were thrown into a vortex.

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Ultron had been sure they were coming; he left a bait for them, an easy track to follow. The track they could follow towards their end.

Wanda wasn’t one to enjoy killing or hurting people in general, no. She hadn’t even considered herself a strong person once, but that had all changed with their parent’s deaths. She had had to rely on herself – on herself and on her brother. Where an opportunity had risen, to step up their game and possibly to get revenge on the name still haunting them in their worst nightmares, they hadn’t even hesitated.

Wanda had once been a weakling. It had been the tempering in fire, in a burning pain of experimentation with the sceptre that had made her the woman who she was now.

And she had a mission; she and Pietro had a mission, their chance at revenge finally gaining a shape.

She had already played with Stark’s mind, with the scum only interested in money and destruction; now she could do the same to all of them.

Bursting in with a crash, they clearly hadn’t expected such livid counterattack. A response so… nightmare-like.

Just a flick of wrist and a little concentration on Wanda’s part and they were dropping like dead, trapped in their own minds.

Black Widow, locked in a scary base, ballet dancers, martial art training and merciless killing, her fresh fears creating a horror picture of aiming her gun at her current lover’s head, at her soulmate.

“I should have known you’d never change. You’re nothing but human reduced to a murder machine…”

Thor, oh so mighty God, travelling back to his home planet to a feast, legends messing with his headspace, confusion and helplessness, thunder and lightning all around and out of his control.

“You’ll kill us all! See, son of Odin, close your eyes and see!”

The righteous captain, trapped in his own mind, folded like a house of cards under his soulmate’s dead eyes, anger and accusation blossoming into hate and finally indifference.

“You cared about your 40’s sweetheart more, anyway, didn’t you? If it was her in my place, you would have chosen her before the thousands. You wouldn’t let her blow up… but if I’m nothing to you, then you are nothing to me…”

Satisfied with her work, with only a nudge to their consciousness and their own brains doing the work for her, Wanda smirked as she noticed the busy archer. Now what tricks his could mind come up with? What hardship would he get caught in?

As she slowly sneaked behind his back, a voice snarled behind her, causing her heart to stop from more than a simple fright.

“Kak mozhe neshto tolkova malko da prichini tolkova nepriyatnosti?”

Her first reaction to her blood crystallizing in her veins with horror and rage towards the whole fucking universe, was a snarky reply.

How dared he to call her small? Implying she was weak? Underestimating her and saying that she couldn’t cause any real trouble? Oh, she would show him… that arrogant bastard! She would show him trouble-

“Laĭna…ti mi narichash nepriyatnosti?” she hissed back, carelessly losing the sight of the archer, not interested in him in the slightest all of sudden. “Vie ste strana s greshni khora!”

This stranger, this—this man-machine radiating pain as her powers barely brushed the surface of his mind on instinct… he was the real trouble as she didn’t hesitate to tell him. He was on the wrong side of things! Fraternizing with a mass murderer, with her parent’s killer-

“Pone te sa kho—” he wanted to argue, but they his mind stopped before it started screaming, punching her telepathic powers she seemed suddenly unable to turn off.

Memories, a dozen of his own memories, the way he looked at his soulmark in a mirror, the pain, the sorrow, the torture… his encounter with the Avengers, living with them; with the band of heroes she just put down, one by one, teasing and laughter, compassion and acceptance, even from the man who was supposed to be nothing but a cocky heartless bastard-

“What the hell did you just say?” Bucky rasped, astonished and horrified.

He realized it too then. Everyone always did, didn’t they? Because every person with a soulmark awaited a moment like this; the moment someone would finally say the words matching the ones on their skin, met their expectations or not…

But Bucky Burnes was the farthest from Wanda’s dream when it came to a life-long partner.

Strength is tempered in fire, she remembered reading once. She had once found a special irony in the fact that the treatment by the sceptre felt exactly like that. Wanda’s soul turned to steel with the games the fate had played with her.

So why did her hands fell from their defensive position to her side, limp and drained of all strength and determination they had known, tears stinging her eyes.

Her life was shit and she thought she had made her peace with that. But judging by the deep ache in her chest, she had been holding out for her soulmate more than she had thought. Because why else would it hurt so bad when she found out he was an enemy?

“And I thought Romeo and Juliet was just a lot of crap,” she chuckled bitterly, switching to English when he did.

His thoughts scream at her, disbelief, caution, pain, confusion, regret and hope— ambivalence. He had no idea what to do and he hated her for what she had done to his friends, but the knowledge of her being his, supposedly, it torn him in half, reaching out with willingness to forgive her if she fixed it, because if anyone understood fighting at the wrong side it was him--

Unable to resist, she dug deeper into his mind, baring his very soul, fascinated.

Pietro was still fighting with the archer and Stark, dodging the lame attempts at attack of the Avengers lost in their minds, but for two people, the time stopped.

They stood against each other, staring and motionless, and Wanda was confident she saw more than him. His mind was a tangled mess of emotions and desperate desire to get a hold of them and think rationally, bundle of memories and hopes colliding with reality and rock-solid facts and Wanda felt a pang at her heart, a crushing sensation in her chest when she finally embraced everything his headspace had to offer, getting lost in it.

Lost in him.

James Buchannan Barnes had a beautiful soul. Torn and glued together with little kind gestures from his friends, sweet memories of his sister and everlasting friendship with Steve, his no-longer-little-but-equally-stubborn Steve, Steve’s soulmate, his teammates that accepted Bucky with surprising ease and less judgement anyone would deserve… and the careful way he was giving away the pieces of the very same heart that was barely together, in gentle smiles and good-natured teasing, silent self-declaration of giving his whole life for every single one member of his new-found family.

And Wanda understood. In a fraction of second she looked under the illusions she had helped to build in the Avengers’ minds and saw the truth.

*Pietro, spri!* she cried out straight into his mind, begging him to stop fighting. With another flick of her wrist, her enemies were free of her handiwork, shell-shocked from the experience, too lost to find their footing. “Brat, spri! Pietro… greshim. They are right.”

The battle froze as if the time did and for a second, Wanda felt like she was in her brother’s skin, moving so fast that the world around her stopped turning. The stunned silence was only broken by a soft gush of wind when Pietro appeared by her side.

The Avengers seemed so baffled at her admission they didn’t try to attack them.

She exchanged a look with her twin, hoping her face spoke volumes as tears gathered in her eyes. She was far from convinced that Anthony Stark was a good man; but she knew he was better than the creature they had sworn to assist. And her mother always used to say that a man should be judged by the company he kept. From what she had seen in Bucky Barnes’ head, Stark had one bunch of fine people around; and their imperfections seemed to be balanced by the good they all wished to do.

Pietro understood. Of course he would. More than he could read her expression, he must have felt the change in Wanda’s aura, the transformation touching their bond as well.

He graced her with a reluctant nod of agreement. Via their mental connection, he whispered he trusted her. Her lips curled up in a tender smile.

“Are we just gonna stand here? Are we fighting together or against each other or what?!”

No, Tony Stark was by no means a man she would call good. In fact, she already found out he was an ass. But now, he had become her ally.

From all the eyes on their duo, she chose to meet her soulmate’s.

“Together, Anthony. Because there’s bigger malice in this world than you are.”

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Wanda nearly cut you off right then. The rest of what she showed was a blur of images, fear, pain and determination, destruction and cooperation, all of that leading to this very moment. It all resembled waking up from a very intense confusing dream, being pulled away into consciousness by the first sunrays of the dawn.

You blinked heavily as the world swayed off its place, the counter seemingly in a peculiar angle from your point of view.

Why was the lamp not up, but on the side? Why was it spinning?

“Oops. Sorry. Never made the connection for such a long period of time-“ a voice reached you, breaking through the hush of blood and your own heartbeat in your ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get a fucking grip on both your body and thoughts.

Bucky had a soulmate?

No, not relevant, the images were too unclear for you to be sure everyone made it out alright, you needed to see Steve first, you had to-

By the time Steve’s figure appeared in your field of vision, you were certain you were steady on your feet and finally managed to control your mouth.

“Steve!” you cried out excitedly as you sprang his direction, relief mixing with delight, because he was alive, he was not bleeding visibly, he-

-was suddenly graced with an identical twin, two loving tired smiles blending into one and splitting into two the next moment, swimming in your vision and you felt something solid grabbing your body and positioning it right into his strong arms.

You gazed at him in haze, melting into his warm and firm embrace, spotting a swirl of red energy flow around you.

Oh. Wanda’s work, no doubt. Sweet.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you sick? What happened?”

Wanda’s guilt was nearly solid in your reach, but you only let your head lull onto Steve’s shoulder, plunging into the fluff of love that his presence provided.

“Nah. I’m fine… just drunk on you…” you mumbled.

The girl’s bubbly relieved laughter rang in the room, bringing a satisfied smile on your face.

Steve’s kiss landed on your forehead, corners of his own lips upright despite the concern in his voice.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s just get you to bed…”

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Part 5

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Thank you for reading!

I chose Bulgarian, just to avoid traditional Russian this once. Bucky is a Winter Soldier after all and he should know how to speak 30 languages or so :D just thought this would work. Google translator used; apologize for any mistakes.

I hope you had an okay start to 2021 :-*

[okmcintyre]

So if bellarke were going to (I’m assuming) have sex in 6x11 does that mean that maybe him and Echo had an almost silent agreement that their relationship was over since she said to save Clarke and he left everyone on doing so? I mean it kinda felt that way, but then they obviously changed their minds with bellarke so they continued it, but what do you think? (Tbh even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t really care since those two have been holding for 6 years and he could break up when he got back). Also did that scene ever happen or was it just in a script? (Even thinking it actually happened would send me into cardiac arrest)

I’ve had this one in my ask box since the news about 6x11 came out, those are some great questions anon. I don’t think the bellarke tent scenes were ever filmed, and it’s unclear if they were in an OG script or not? 

To answer your question: the way I interpreted it? I would be of the opinion that no: the “Save Clarke” scene by no means signaled an end for bcho and Bellamy was very much still attached in 6x11. This isn’t the way I personally would’ve chosen to go ahead with Bellarke, but assuming that was the plan and the show had added that in: I see two ways the writers could resolve that.

(1) They wouldn’t. At least not in Season 6. Bellarke would get together in 6x11 and the story would otherwise carry on much the same: everyone too busy to stop and talk about what went on. It would’ve set up a love triangle/cliffhanger that would have carried on into Season 7. 

And what a final season that would have made for. Can you imagine?? Clarke and Bellamy sleep together only to be separated, like, the next day when he, Echo, Gabriel and Hope are trapped on Skyring for SIX YEARS. That would have made for some awkward conversations around the campfire.😬 In all fairness, it would have given bcho appropriate time to be resolved before bellarke progressed any further. And it would've provided an opportunity to mirror Clarke's 6 years away from Bellamy, making radio calls & realizing her feelings about him when he was worlds away.

If 6x11 had meant canon bellarke, I would've preferred the story actually go this way. I’m a huge Echo fan and really wanted to see her find another partner: hopefully while maintaining some semblance of family with Bellamy. 

But then of course (2) They could have resolved the love triangle immediately, by killing off Echo with Ryker in 6x11. I always had a suspicion that this episode was written that way, with the flashbacks to Echo/Ash as a child, and the writers giving her nightblood with no further application for it in her story. And it would be true to the show’s history of simply killing off bellarke’s love interests... but I hate everything about this option. I feel it would’ve been a disservice to both ships. And also a very likely scenario if they had gone ahead with the tent scenes.

I guess we’ll never know now, but it’s interesting to think about. I’m itching to write a S7 au with scenario #1 now, lol. And after your ask anon, I did actually put together a short bellarke fanfic where they do get together in 6x11, for Bellarke Week. So thank you again your ask... but also for the inspiration! ✨✍️

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Descendants of the Moon

Descendants of the Moon Masterlist

Tag list: @chastja  @multi-fan-trash @serpentityx @syublush @laadychat @whoissheff Dm me if you want to be on the tag list!

Word Count: 6,048

Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

Tough Nut To Crack

Episode 14

Yoo Ji was informed that they wouldn't be attending the dinner, but rather they would sit in another room, and one of the secretaries was going to answer the questions. Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, so she couldn't get any dirt, this was going to be a very controlled press conference

An hour and a half pass and almost all the reporters have given up on getting any details on whether the representatives are going to come to an agreement on the separated families in their regions. Yoo Ji watched as the journalists fired away the questions and the secretary dodged the question and answered vaguely. Yoo Ji was planning on putting him on the spot so at least she can get an unplanned reaction to a slip-up. Before she raised her hand to ask the question, she felt her phone going, she sighed and silently left the room. 

“Hello?” 

“Where are you? I am coming to pick you up, something happened to Shi Jin” Gwang Nam’s voice was unstable, Yoo Ji could feel his panic as it seeped into her skin. The words he said finally registered.

“What happened?” Yoo Ji asked as she ran down the hallway to get to the main entrance.

“He got shot, he’s already at Haesung”

“Ok, I am coming down, I’ll send you the address” she hung up as she went into the elevator, it would lead her to the parking levels. Soon she reached the ground floor and the doors opened. 

Yoo Ji was shocked but not surprised, Gwang Nam was standing with Cheol Ho talking to the Lieutenant Colonel. He glanced to the side, he did a double-take when he recognized Yoo Ji. 

Yoo Ji ran over and tackled him into a hug, it made Cheol Ho smile softly before turning to the Lieutenant Colonel who looked uncomfortable and questioning. Cheol Ho leaned over and whispered an explanation.

“Reporter Mun and First Sergeant Lim are dating now” Cheol Ho informed his superior, he nodded and looked at them with slight distaste. 

Woo Geun diverted the Lieutenant Colonel’s attention with updates on the condition of the victim. 

“I just got a call from the hospital. The surgery on Senior Lieutenant Ahn just finished earlier.” Woo Geun’s eyes darted to Yoo Ji’s figure as she clung to his colleague, he mentally smiled but also understood how bad the situation would seem to Yoo Ji.

“I am fine” Gwang Nam mumbled into Yoo Ji’s neck, he had his arms wrapped around her as she hugged him tightly. Her feet aren't touching the floor since she basically jumped into him. He set her down, and finally looked at her face up close. She had worry lines on her forehead and she was biting her lip.

“What are you doing here?” Gwang Nam asked. 

“The political dinner between South Korea and North Korea is on the 6th floor” Yoo Ji responded, she was finally feeling her panic subside but her worry was still there.

“What are you doing here?” Yoo Ji asked. 

“Work” he answered abruptly, Yoo Ji nodded, she didn't question it further than that.

“Let’s go, Shi Jin should be awake by now,” Gwang Nam said as he bid his boss and Cheol Ho goodbye and they walked the car they came in with. Cheol Ho and Woo Geun had to stay behind to finish some more interviews and debriefing for the case. 

“How fatal is the wound?” Yoo Ji asked as she got into the car.

“I am not sure, at first glance it looked bad, multiple gunshot wounds but Mo Yeon called Dae Young and told him that Shi Jin is awake and is fine”

“Were you close to the shooting?” Yoo Ji bit her lip, she knew that this might be sensitive information but her curiosity got the best of her. 

“No, I was a long-range scout, Dae Young asked for assistance and that's when I found out” Gwang Nam responded as he pulled out from the parking lot, he had revealed too much information which is frowned upon but he felt the need to assure her that he was safe. 

Yoo Ji nodded in response and looked out the window. She picked at her nails and bit her lip as she continued to think about Mo Yeon. 

“Which hospital did he get transferred to?” Yoo Ji intertwined her fingers, she tried to stop herself from wallowing in anxiety. 

“Haesung hospital” Gwang Nam responded as he laced his free hand with hers to give her a small comforting squeeze.

“Are you serious? Mo Yeon would’ve had a heart attack” Yoo Ji sucked her teeth, cringing at the image of a horror-stricken Mo Yeon. 

“He’s fine, Mo Yeon sounds more pissed than anything” Gwang Nam replied. Yoo Ji was so into her head she didn't notice that they had arrived.

“That's her way of concealing that she was terrified” Yoo Ji closed the door as she told Gwang Nam. 

“Well, it's a good thing he survived to help ease that '' Gwang Nam extended his hand so that she could grab it while he locked the car. Yoo Ji slowly felt her anxiety calm down and disappear into the depth of her mind.

“You guys need to be more careful” Yoo Ji reminded him. 

“What happened to ‘Mun I-do-what-I-want Yoo Ji’? He teased. They made their way to the elevator to reach the floor Shi Jin and the North Korean Lieutenant were staying on. 

Yoo Ji never had the chance to refute because they reached their destination. Yoo Ji could only roll her eyes and give him an uneasy smile. 

They reached the room Shi Jin stayed at, as they walked in they heard Mo Yeon’s voice.

“Besides that patient, there is another patient whose life was just saved.” she scolded. 

“I guess that patient just sees me as a doctor.” she continued. Yoo Ji breathed out a laugh as she felt herself completely relax. Mo Yeon’s attention snapped to Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam. 

“Looks like everything is fine” Yoo Ji teased as she smiled at Mo Yeon who sighed in relief. Mo Yeon went to greet them.

“He’s going to be the death of me” Mo Yeon murmured as she rested her forehead on Yoo Ji’s shoulder. Yoo Ji laughed and rubbed her back. 

“It’s okay, I freaked out too”

“It's not that big of a deal” Shi Jin tried to wave off when both girls looked at him with a hard glare.

“An hour ago, this doctor crossed hell after seeing her boyfriend wheeled into the emergency room for a cardiac arrest.”

“I am sorry.” Shi Jin lowered his eyes. Gwang Nam straightened his posture when he heard Mo Yeon mention a cardiac arrest,

“Is that all? How about an explanation? You don't have it this time either?” Mo Yeon’s cold tone cut through the air. Gwang Nam made eye contact with Yoo Ji, she seemed to be in as much shock as he was.

“Aren't you curious if I am okay?” Mo Yeon shook her head, her anger slowly returning.

“Even though you're affectionately asking about that friend whom you're not even that close to?” Mo Yeon mentions, this grabs Yoo Ji’s attention. Yoo Ji looked at the captain curiously, what happened that made him so reckless.

“Just you get better because I will kill you.” Mo Yeon threatened. A moment later, she sighed, all anger draining out of her and Mo Yeon just looked resigned. She pulled out a small container, Yoo Ji almost missed it if she wasn't watching the couple like a hawk.

“Maybe I shouldn't give this to you either.” she was about to hand him a container. But before she could explain what was in it, the door opened and a nurse and Chi Hoon rolled in Lieutenant Ahn followed by two men in suits. Mo Yeon pocketed the container again.

Yoo Ji watched as they wheeled the unconscious soldier next to Shi Jin’s bed. She looked at Gwang Nam and raised an eyebrow, he shrugged. Chi Hoon and the nurse excused themselves.

“Power of unity.” Dae Young said as he and Woo Geun arrived, Yoo Ji suspected it didn't take long to debrief as they had limited information. 

“From this point on, I will control this patient's room. We will put an access restriction on medical personnel as well.” Dae Young informed Mo Yeon, Dae Young didn't reveal anything more than what he said. Yoo Ji mentally groaned these men are so hard to get information out of indirectly and directly. Yoo Ji wondered why they needed to restrict the area so much when one of their own is in the same room as the North Korean.

“We ask for your cooperation.” Mo Yeon nodded and excused herself to check on another patient. Dae Young moved his eyes to Yoo Ji but his expression was blank. 

“I know, I’ll leave by myself, no need to escort me” Yoo Ji waved off before he said anything. Restricted access was especially for reporters trying to get information and she was a reporter. 

“Feel better, but if you scare us again, I’ll kill you” Yoo Ji smiled at Shi Jin and gave him a side hug as she threatened him.

“First Sergeant Lim, you're on guard duty starting 1400” Dae Young informed Gwang Nam. he nodded and followed Yoo Ji out. 

“I’ll be in the cafeteria if you need me,” Gwang Nam told Dae Young as he closed the door. Cheol Ho was standing guard outside the door, Gwang Nam nodded at him and followed Yoo Ji to the elevator to head down to the cafeteria.

“Have you had lunch?” Gwang Nam asked.

“Not really, I didn't have time before I was preparing for the press conference,” Yoo Ji said. 

As they walked through the lobby they saw Chi Hoon, the nurse from before, and another doctor. Yoo Ji knew her from her times hanging out at the hospital, Kim Eun Ji was rude and underqualified to be a doctor, she just had many connections to higher-ups that she got her professorship.

“There's a rumor going around that the patient is a North Korean soldier.” the nurse said.

“But can we treat a North Korean person?” Eun Ji questioned.

“Of course, we should. He's injured. We took an oath.” Chi Hoon responded, typing on the computer. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow, oh she has to listen to this conversation. She grabbed Gwang Nam’s hand and steered him towards the desk instead of the cafeteria. Gwang Nam asked where they were going but Yoo Ji just shrugged and told him they still had a few hours before he started his shift.

“I have to listen to this” Gwang Nam rolled his eyes but smiled, her tendency to sneak and eavesdrop made him worry but also laugh at how easily she is distracted by it. Gwang Nam was surprised when they didn't hide and instead went to greet Chi Hoon. 

The doctor ignored Yoo Ji but her eyes focused slightly on Gwang Nam. Yoo Ji could tell she was zeroing in on her victim, she mentally cackled. Kim Eun Ji faked disinterest and continued her conversation with Chi Hoon.

“Aren't you scared? He even came in all bloodied from gunshot wounds. It wasn't because he got drunk in the broad daylight and hit himself on a billboard.” 

“We saw even worse things in Urk.” Chi Hoon greeted Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam back and turned to his computer nonchalantly. 

“All the soldiers blocked at gunpoint.” Chi Hoon added, looking at Eun Ji with unwavering eye contact. He didn't glance at Gwang Nam as he mentioned the soldiers, since you know, he was one of them and they weren't allowed to bring it up to other civilians. Yoo Ji peeked at Gwang Nam’s reaction, he had a very neutral face, she mused, he was trained well. She wasn't surprised but she was amused because Chi Hoon stood up and mimed a gun pointing at Eun Ji.

“Going, "power of unity" and "power of unity" while the guns are "click-click" loading.”

“‘Hands off. If you move, we'll shoot.’” he repeated the words of the Arabian president’s guard. Yoo Ji smiled in amusement, while Gwang Nam was trying to hide his chuckle.

“You're lying! Where do you think you're selling medicine?” Eun Ji scoffed and rolled her eyes. Yoo Ji narrowed her eyes.

“He’s not lying,” she stated while looking her straight in the eyes.

“I'd like to give it a whack.” Nurse Ha joined their conversation, glaring at Eun Ji while setting her tray down on the counter. 

As Yoo Ji was going to add something to the conversation, she was cut off by Doctor Sang Hyun’s shout for Nurse Ha, as he slowed his run to a jog he pushed Eun Ji aside to get to Nurse Ha. Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji had to stifle their laughs at how offended the girl was. Eun Ji huffed and left to stand a little further away.

“I heard you were held hostage. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he fretted over the nurse. Nurse Ha rolled her eyes and shook him off.

“Where is that punk? I'm going to kill him halfway!” he threatened, but it was like a mouse threatening a lion, harmless.

“Dr. Song is bringing him back to life from being half dead.” Nurse Jae Ae informed him with a deadpan tone.

“The patient I operated on was him?” Doctor Song dropped his dramatics and loud volume as well. He asked with his eyebrows furrowed as if he really didn't know about that, which he didn't.

“Ow, Heo Jun. (Most famous physician during Joseon period) Ow, Schweitzer. (Dr. Albert Schweitzer)” Sang Hyun slapped both of his cheeks then held them as he whined, Nurse Ha scoffed softly and patted his head.

“Why didn't you react like that when I got kidnapped?” Yoo Ji teased Gwang Nam, she kept her voice low so only he could hear her. Gwang Nam raised an eyebrow.

“Because you had them at gunpoint. You didn't even need me to rescue you!” he said with a tone of disbelief. 

“You’re right but it would’ve been nice” Yoo Ji responded, grinning at the tall man beside her. 

“I thought you didn't want someone to fawn over you, you said you wanted ‘a cool and casual romance’” Gwang Nam pointed out. Yoo Ji chuckled, she did say that to him at some point. 

“Yes but this was then when every step we took was dangerous and we were living on the edge, but now that would be nice, we're back to domesticity.” Yoo Ji sarcastically explained. Gwang Nam laughed, wrapping an arm around her as he leaned to kiss the top of her head. They started to finally head back to the cafeteria.

“Alright, I will become what you wish, including the protective boyfriend if we meet your ex-boyfriend” Gwang Nam smirked, while Yoo Ji shook her head at his cheekiness. Immediately, as if God was waiting for Gwang Nam to say that, Yoo Ji recognized Min Yoon Gi. as in the Min Yoon Gi that made all three military men planning his murder. Yoo Ji’s eyes widened, she grabbed Gwang Nam’s arm and tried to steer him away from that direction.

“You still have a few hours before your shift, let's go out to eat.” Yoo Ji excused her as she tried to get him out of the cafeteria as fast as she could before Yoon Gi recognized her.

“I don't have that long to be able to leave and come back, I only have an hour,” Gwang Nam said, looking at his watch. Gwang Nam was very confused about why his girlfriend was dragging him out of the hospital so adamantly until he heard a man’s voice call her name.

“Mun Yoo Ji!” Yoo Ji cringed, slowly turning around to acknowledge the man she was trying to escape. 

“It’s been a while!” the man said, smiling at Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam. 

“It has, how have you been...Yoon Gi?” Yoo Ji tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. Gwang Nam finally understood why she was acting so weird. He started chuckling at the irony. This is her ex-boyfriend, the one they were talking about in Urk. He had mixed feelings, he didn't know whether to be protective like he was joking or to smirk in the satisfaction that he looked much better in all aspects than her ex-boyfriend. He eventually relaxed and wrapped an arm around Yoo Ji with a lazy smile on his lips. He could feel the tension in Yoo Ji’s shoulders.

“Uh… Yoon Gi this is Gwang Nam; my boyfriend, Gwang Nam this is Yoon Gi, Mo Yeon, and Myung Ju’s classmate” Yoo Ji introduced. 

“Hello, nice to meet you” Yoon Gi smiled politely, extending his hand for him to shake.

“Likewise” Gwang Nam curtly but still politely responded, shaking his outreached hand. Gwang Nam made sure to squeeze a little harder than normal, just to deliver a message; I know you more than you know me. This of course didn't slip from Yoo Ji. she chuckled awkwardly and gripped Gwang Nam’s arm to make him let go. 

“Well, it was great to see you again! But we both have an appointment so we have to go” Yoo Ji excused. She nodded her head at the man and smiled before she pulled Gwang Nam away from her ex-boyfriend, breaking the weird staring contest they were engaged in. 

“I had nothing to worry about,” Gwang Nam said after they were a good distance away from the man.

“What do you mean?” Yoo Ji asked, scrunching her nose.

“He’ll be easy to dispose of” was his only reply to her question. Yoo Ji shook her head and hit his arm.

“You are not assassinating him!” Yoo Ji whisper-yelled at him, although her tone told him that she was joking around like he was.

“He needs to become important enough to be assassinated, we’ll stick to disposing”

“Who are you going to kill?” Mo Yeon asked as they reached the hallway which Gwang Nam needed to guard in ten minutes. 

“We met Min Yoon Gi at the cafeteria so we never got lunch.” Yoo Ji grumbled.

“Why is he here?” Yoo Ji asked Mo Yeon with narrowed eyes.

“He does work here,” Mo Yeon said, cringing as her eyes pivoted to Shi Jin’s room.

“What? Since when?” Yoo Ji’s jaw slightly slacked. 

“I am not sure, I think he got transferred before we came back from Urk” Mo Yeon fidgeted with her fingers. 

All of their attention gets diverted when the Chairman makes an appearance with his secretary. Gwang Nam takes a straight stand and stands in the middle of the hallway.  Cheol Ho behind him taking a similar stance.

“Move aside.” the Chairman stated, “I said to move! How many hospitals are there in Gangnam that you have to raise such a fuss at Haesung Hospital? Especially at the most expensive hospital!” he ended up yelling and totally losing his cool, but then again the Chairman was never known as a collected man in times of trouble.

“We are carrying out official government business. We ask for your cooperation.” Gwang Nam responded with a blank expression, but Yoo Ji could tell there was annoyance in his eyes. 

“This is the document that the army sent.” the Chairman’s secretary pulled out the piece of paper from his folder. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow when the Chairman didn't take it. 

“It's being done out of order!” he turned and gritted his teeth at the other man. The Chairman turned to Mo Yeon and huffed.

“Who on earth is Dr. Kang's boyfriend that they are doing official duty just because he is injured? And what about the man who was brought in with him?!”

“Did the two of them fight? Who won?” he asked, looking curious.

“I am not sure” Mo Yeon nervously let out a soft laugh to try to ease the tension between the two men.

“Ah, he lost. He lost. I can see he lost. Who hasn't been to the army, saying he can fight.” the Chairman interrupted her while waving his hand around. He sounded so proud of himself. Yoo Ji mentally snorted, the Chairman only got his position because of family, if he didn't have that he would never be qualified for that position, he was too gossipy and had a very sensitive ego. Although, Yoo Ji guesses that men in power usually have sensitive egos and very short tempers. 

“You were in the army?” his secretary asked, surprised. Yoo Ji had to stifle her chuckle. 

“What do you take me for?”

“The exempt” Yoo Ji had to chuckle at that, the Chairman glared at her. She shrugged her shoulders, he could not fire her, she didn't work for him. 

“Keep Silent, please” Gwang Nam sighed as the quarreling men’s voices got louder. 

“You keep the silence. This is my hospital,” he shouted at the end. Yoo Ji was surprised at how much shouting he’s doing considering how close the VIP Ward is, if one of his important patients came out to see what was causing such ruckus, he would kneel on the ground and apologize for disturbing them. Yoo Ji mentally rolled her eyes, he really doesn't learn, she’s already seen him do that before.

“You should take responsibility and settle this.” he pointed at Mo Yeon, who looked shocked and then pointed at herself.

“Be it as a guardian or as the physician in charge.” she didn't say anything, she just nodded and bowed as he left. He stopped and turned around again, this time his gaze aimed at Yoo Ji.

“I will get you banned from this hospital grounds next time you decide to tell people that I have illegitimate children” he growled out, glaring at her. Yoo Ji tipped her imaginary hat and flashed him a grin.

“Noted.” 

A few days later, Yoo Ji was visiting Mo Yeon at the hospital when she was able to sneak past the soldiers posted in front of Shi Jin’s room. She was about to greet him but a quick look at his surprise and panic told her that the room was bugged. She signaled Shi Jin that she understood and stood by the window, further away from the foreign patient. She had to admit it was tempting to try to figure out what his deal was, but she knew that it wasn't her place. Mo Yeon walked in, she looked surprised and was about to ask how Yoo Ji got in but a quick shake of Yoo Ji’s head and a ‘sh’ from Shi Jin told her that no one should know about her being inside. 

But that quickly changed when Gwang Nam stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend. Yoo Ji sighed in defeat and started making her way to the door but Gwang Nam held her arm and told her quietly that she can stay as long as she doesn’t speak about this. 

Mo Yeon was doing routine checks on the Lieutenant and talking with him, well more like talking to him since he still gave no responses. Knowing Mo Yeon, she was probably scolding him for his injuries.

“There's also another person like that here in the South.” she continued, “That person who has his senses elsewhere.” she glanced back at Shi Jin who looked more interested in his covers than her gaze. Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji looked at them with amusement. Gwang Nam has come to stand next to Yoo Ji while they watch the interaction between the couple

“And I wasn't going to say this...That soldier guy that we saw in Urk.”

“Who are you talking about?” Shi Jin tilted his head in confusion.

“You know the one that chewed me out for performing surgery on the dying patient, that rockfish-looking mister who put you in punishment.” Yoo Ji’s eyes widened as Mo Yeon kept talking and insulting their Lieutenant Park Byung Soo. 

“I saw earlier how he was asking our medical staff this and that about injection drugs and pills. Are we his subordinates or something?”  Yoo Ji grabbed onto Gwang Nam’s arm and buried her face into his shoulder to stop herself from laughing so hard. The room was bugged and she had no doubt that Lieutenant Park Byung Soo was listening to Mo Yeon rant on how rude he is. Yoo Ji glanced at Gwang Nam and found him trying to conceal a smile.

“Why does he treat us whichever way he pleases…”  Shi Jin swiftly got up and pressed his hand onto her mouth. He gestured for her to stay quiet. Shi Jin then took her pen from her coat pocket and started scribbling on her hand something. Yoo Ji would guess he’s telling her that the room was bugged. She mouthed the words ‘what do I do?’ and Shi Jin told her to keep talking. Mo Yeon looked at Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam were their panic in her eyes. Yoo Ji smiled in encouragement but she felt tears because of the strain of control she has to have right now.

“So what I mean is that the soldier guy probably knows what's going on by now, right?” she sounded incredibly loud. Yoo Ji shook her head and realized that the Lieutenant will probably head their way any time now. She tugged onto Gwang Nam’s arm and told him she had to go. She kissed his cheek and waved goodbye to the couple. 

“He probably knows that I am so glad to see him.” was the last thing she heard Mo Yeon sputter out. 

Later on that week, Yoo Ji went back to the hospital to talk to Mo Yeon, she needed the medical records of the victim again. Something was fishy, either, the profiling was off or the suspects had split personality order. These people don't behave suspiciously at all, the parents are mourning quietly but still living their lives, the sister seems to have always been jittery and anxious even when her brother was alive so there's no change in her behavior. As for the cousin, Yoo Ji knows he’s committing insurance fraud but she has no idea how he murdered the victim. He fits the profile of fraud but not a murderer.  

As she exited the elevator, she saw the hallway was a mess. She managed to grab Cheol Ho as he passed her but didn't notice her. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” 

“The foreigner tried to escape last night” he hurried down the stairs. Yoo Ji was confused about how he managed to even leave his bed. When she was in the room the last couple of days he was handcuffed to the sickbed. 

Yoo Ji went to knock on the door but one of the guards stopped her.

“The North Korean is gone, you have no reason to keep this room unavailable. I am here to see my friend” she dismissed him. The guard knew she was right but he was instructed to keep everyone out to preserve the ‘crime scene’.

“Do you know what a hard time the Chairman is giving me asking who broke that?” Mo Yeon scolded Shi Jin. Yoo Ji’s eyes gravitated to the gaping hole in the window. It was letting in a nice breeze, different from the smell of disinfectant.

 “Where is the chairman? Why is he recklessly holding on to someone else's woman? ” Shi Jin asked with a serious face.

“In his office, if you plan to ‘talk’,” Yoo Ji interrupted them while setting down her bag, and smiling at Mo Yeon. 

“Because my boyfriend got admitted to the hospital with a North Korean soldier.” she shut him down pretty quickly. Mo Yeon turned to Yoo Ji and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he responded, sounding defeated.

“What did you need?” 

“I need Lee Eun Ki’s medical records,” Yoo Ji asked, putting on her best innocent face that she can muster.

“You already got them before, why do you need them again?” Mo Yeon questioned. 

“I think I missed something, the murder doesn’t fit either of the suspects and we have no other leads,” Yoo Ji said with a hint of desperation, this case was taking too long, Yoo Ji can’t wait until she is done with it. It’s going to be a bomb-ass article that’s for sure.

“I don't know where to do with either of you” Mo Yeon sighed as she went to the computer in the corner of the room and pulled out the medical records. Yoo JI looked at it again, squinting her eyes. Name, age, height, blah blah, illnesses, and diseases; congenital defect, broken bones, and hospital visits. Yoo Ji huffed and ran her hand in her hair. 

“Mo Yeon, what counts as a congenital disorder? Usually, they identify it but they didn't include it,” Yoo Ji asked.

“We haven't researched all the congenital disorders, so they probably just classified it under congenital disorder without knowing specifically what the side effects are” Mo Yeon leaned towards the computer from behind Yoo Ji. 

“The patient didn't exhibit any side effects, maybe they misdiagnosed” she shrugged.

Mo Yeon’s phone started ringing, she looked at it and sighed, she turned around and addressed Shi Jin, who was just watching Mo Yeon talk to Yoo Ji about the victim. 

“I'll be back in two hours, so finish getting the IV and just wait. Try running away somewhere...” Mo Yeon lightly threatens. Shi Jin nodded obediently. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow. Mo Yeon left and immediately Shi Jin asked her when she was going to leave. 

“You're going to do something illegal, aren't you?” she questioned. 

“No, I am not going to do something illegal” he got his phone and looked at it. A few minutes later Gwang Nam walked in and looked at Yoo Ji with a smile.

“Alright, I get it. you didn't need to text him to come to get me out, whatever you're going to do, just don't get caught or killed. And tell me the details that you can later” Yoo Ji sighed and collected her bag and made her way to the door.

“As payback for my silence”, she opened the door and waved at them.

Gwang Nam caught up with Yoo Ji outside of the room. “Hey, wait up”

“Hm? I thought you were staying,” Yoo Ji responded, waiting for him to catch up to her.

“I can still walk you to your car.” he offered, Yoo Ji smiled and resumed walking again.

“How’s the case going?” Gwang Nam asked.

“It's going fine, were tailing two suspects, we have an idea of what the motive might be but it’s not all clear just yet”

“What do you mean? Something is not adding up?” 

“Yeah, both our suspects don’t fit in the profile of how the murder happened, so either there’s a missing link or there’s a third suspect that was totally missing” Yoo Ji filled him in on the gist of what’s happening right now. Rae Wook and Hwa Dong were tailing the sister of the victim and the cousin respectively. Yoo Ji just had to find the motive and link it back to the murder.

“How did the victim die?” Gwang Nam asked as they got into the elevator.

“Blunt force trauma to the back of the head. No defensive wounds, only a couple on his hand but they were old and have no significance to the case.” she dismissed the small detail.

“So he knew his attacker then?” 

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything, both our suspects are related to him. Eun Yong is too meek and cowardly to hit him, and Young Won is an M.E. who has no history of violence” Yoo Ji paused, biting her lip, she watched as the numbers went down as they descended level by level.

“The victim is much stronger than his cousin, so I doubt it was the cousin” Yoo Ji groaned. 

“I think there is something I am missing” 

“Maybe the victim had a heart attack and tripped and hit his head” Gwang Nam joked lightly, trying to ease Yoo Ji. Yoo Ji paused her lip biting and looked at Gwang Nam with a new light. 

“Actually… you might be right. I have to check something” Yoo Ji pulled out her phone and dialed Hwa Dong. Yoo Ji bid Gwang Nam goodbye again and told him she’ll call him if anything happens. 

“Hello?” his voice called out as Yoo Ji got into her car.

“I think I found the connection between the insurance fraud and the murder”

“And what would that be?” 

“Do you have visuals of the two suspects?” Yoo Ji went out to the bus stop in front of the hospital and waited for the next ride. 

“Yes. What’s wrong? What did you find out?” Hwa Dong asked.

“The murder was an accident, I’ll tell you the details when I arrive, make the arrest for insurance fraud and accidental murder” she hung up and scanned her bus pass as she went to the police station.

The North Korean soldier is back with the secretary of state. The secretary opens the window and there's a sniper positioned to shoot the NK soldier in the heart. The lieutenant lunges at the secretary of state and gets shot at in a long rage. The secretary goes to meet the representative from South Korea and he gets arrested on his way out. It turns out that Lieutenant An and Shi Jin (including the Alpha team) conspired against the secretary of state and took over the snipers and were able to save Lieutenant An and found the password to the micro USB. Shi Jin scrambles to go back to the hospital before Doctor Kang finds out he left. 

Yoo Ji was in the lobby talking with Doctor Song and Nurse Ha when she saw Myung Ju leaving the elevator when Myung Ju pivoted and hid behind a wall. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow at her weird behavior. Yoo Ji hadn’t seen the first Lieutenant since the ’no nights and three days’ and she looks like she hasn’t had a good night's sleep. Yoo Ji was squinting, she was a little further away, but Myung Ju was pale and slumped her shoulders. Almost a minute after her eyes found Dae Young running out of the elevator looking frazzled and looking around. Yoo Ji’s eyes gravitated towards Myung Ju’s hiding spot. He stopped and turned around and stood right behind Myung Ju’s shadow. 

“What do you think is happening between those two?” Nurse Ha asked leaning against the wall.

“From what I can tell...They had a fight, and First Lieutenant Yoon broke up with him. But it was for Sergeant First Class Seo's sake.” Doctor Song said cryptically. 

“That’s oddly specific” Yoo Ji responded, but he seems to be right (bc the directors were laughing the background)

 “That's why First Lieutenant Yoon can't lose. Because First Lieutenant Yoon is a good woman.” he continued, looking dreamily into Nurse Ha’s eyes, ignoring Yoo Ji completely. She didn't mind, she was in a good mood. She finally closed the Armadillo case and she had two days off. It was amazing breaking it down to Hwa Dong and Rae Wook.

“From what I can tell...Sergeant First Class Seo knows where First Lieutenant Yoon is hiding. He wants to hold onto her but he doesn't. He wants to hold onto her but he doesn't. Because Sergeant First Class Seo is a good man.” Nurse Ha stated, responding to Doctor Song’s deductions.

“What are you doing this evening? If nothing special, come shopping with me.” Doctor Song closed his little container of almonds while looking so serious that it made Yoo Ji chuckle at the hilariousness of it. 

“What are you buying?” Nurse Ha asked. Yoo Ji laughed and waved them goodbye, she headed up to meet up with Gwang Nam.

Time skip and Mo Yeon go to hang out with Shi Jin for the night and they fall asleep watching a movie.

[bitchinrichie]

Fears of the Past ch 6

Major IT ch 2 Spoilers

Ayyyyyy I’m back babey, this is the last chapter of this fic I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you for being patient with me

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You left Stanley’s side, running and panicking to see if IT had really killed your friends, Stan was calling after you but you kept going up the incline to the edge where you saw Richie and Eddie disappear. Reaching the top, you found nothing,

“Richie!! Eddie!”

“Down here!” You heard Eddie’s faint voice from below in a another cavern. Gaining the attention of the others, you all make your way down to them; Eddie is hovering over Richie who seems to be unconscious. His glasses were broken but still intact and he sort of looked peaceful. Eddie, however, was about to go into cardiac arrest,

“Why isn’t he waking up? This isn’t- he’s gonna wake up. GUYS WHY ARE YOU JUST FUCKING STANDING AROUND WE HAVE TO HELP HIM”

“What do you want us to do? He’s unconscious, we can’t do much-” Stan stated in all fairness but Eddie wasn’t having it.

“HE’S YOUR BEST FUCKING FRIEND AND YOU AREN’T GONNA FUCKING DO ANYTHING?!” You all knew that Eddie was just upset but as you looked at Stan, you could see him break inside. He backed away from beside Richie while you glared at Eddie but he was looking at Richie again. Mike went over to console Stan while the others tried to form a plan.

After just moments of silence, IT started digging its claws into the cavern, trying to get to you all, drooling and screaming. A plan was made to sneak past IT and make it into the narrow passage back toward the sewers, you helped Eddie grab Richie following behind the others.

‘I SEE YOU LOSERS YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME” The dumb clown had found you again, clown, he was just a clown….

“Guys, I have an idea, everything in nature must act in the shape or form they come in right? IT’s just a clown, we just have to make IT believe that,” you set Richie down or tried to at least as you felt his hand grip yours,

“Fuck, what did I miss?”

“Richie! Fuck are you okay? Are you bleeding? What hurts-” Eddie was promptly cut by Richie pulling him down and kissing him. It was very quick but his point was made,

“You worry too much, Eds” Richie hazily smiled before realizing what he had just done, quickly standing up, not looking at Eddie; on the other hand, Eddie was blushing and his mouth was in the shape of an ‘O’.

“Not that you guys aren’t adorable but we should probably take on the killer clown first,” you joked and they both nodded standing further away from each other. You all were joined as a group again facing Pennywise, standing side by side, once again ready to fight. Stanley wasted no time,

“YOU’RE A STUPID FUCKING CLOWN, THAT’S ALL YOU ARE AND EVER WILL BE!”

IT cowered into itself even if it was the slightest bit, you all saw. IT was angry and it wouldn’t back down easily but neither would any of you. You looked over and saw Stan was shaking, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers, nodding at the other losers. The Losers Club was going to win this fight, your fears subsiding, it was only an outdated clown.

***

No matter how terrifying Pennywise could be, he was still a coward and if none of you showed fear, he would have nothing over you. So long story short you all basically bully IT to death and it’s very therapeutic, this was what set you all free. IT had terrorized you as a clown, father, friends, family, and monsters to feed on childlike innocence. And now you were free.

No more lost memories or hesitation due to a killer clown, you all could live out the rest of your lives with the people you truly loved and who truly loved you back. Unfortunately now was not the time for that because the cavern started to collapse. Running to get back up into Neibolt was very stressful but since everyone was on an adrenaline high from murdering a demon, it went pretty quickly.

Stan pulls you close as you run out of the rotting house that was currently sinking into the ground. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel his heart beating insanely fast. The others crowd together as the house disappears,

“Honey, it’s over, it’s gone. We’re free,” you whisper to him and some to yourself. He nods and lifts his head up to look at you,

“Is Rich okay?”

“He’s fine, he wasn’t seriously injured.” He nods again, his eyes holding all of his pent up emotions and you wish he wasn’t so hard on himself.

“I almost didn’t come, I thought- I wanted to end it.” He didn’t look at you in fear of the shame he guessed he’d see on your face.

“We were all scared, I understand, we all do. IT hurt you really badly. But we defeated it together and without you, it wouldn’t be the same. You saved us Stan,” you wipe his tears and kiss his cheek. He finally looks at you and his eyes hold pride and love, a look you missed on him.

***

The quarry. It was peaceful, just like it was when you were teenagers and swam around in your underwear. One last place that wasn’t touched by the horrors you all witnessed, you wanted to cleanse yourselves.

“No, this is stupid and gross and we could get like seven diseases from swimming in that water, fuck you guys.” Eddie was complaining profusely that you’d all die, he was always kind of a protector. Not that you listened to him.

Bev jumps off first, followed by you and Stan and of course the others. Richie having to put Eddie over his shoulder as he jumped in. You could hear Richie laughing as Eddie screamed at him for making him jump into the dirty water,

“Hey! Are we gonna talk about what happened between you two?” Bev smirks at the two and they freeze.

“Uh listen I um I wasn’t thinking- it was a spur of the moment, I’m so sorry Eds I just-” Eddie cut him off by kissing him again,

“You talk too much.” He smiles nervously, pulling away from Richie but he just hugs him tight, crying into Eddie’s shoulder. You were so happy, you knew Richie loved him, even if he didn’t tell you. The looks he gave Eddie were the same ones you gave Stan. Oh. Stan.

“Uh hey guys? If we’re sharing stuff. Um I’m- I am bisexual.” You didn’t dare look at anyone’s face, you were too scared of being rejected by your friends and your true love.

“Thanks for running it bi us,” you whip your head up and find Richie smiling at you with understanding and encouragement. Bev squeezes your arm, Bill and Mike giving you a thumbs up, Ben and Eddie high five while smiling at you, and Stan looks at you with pure adoration.

“There is nothing in the world that change my feelings for you, I love you Y/n,” he wraps you in his arms and feel so loved and supported than you have in decades. Richie and Eddie join you two, hugging you tight which induces an all out group hug. This was your family, your friends, your love, and your life.

***

2 years later

You were currently sitting on the couch while your lovely husband makes you lunch because he won’t let you do anything around the house anymore. You still lived in Los Angeles, Stan wanted to move in with you after everything that happened in Derry. He told you that he wouldn’t make you move since you were a famous animator for Disney, you told him it wasn’t a big deal but he was so proud of you. You had dreamed of working for Disney since you were 11, Stan always encouraged your drawing so you dedicated a short to him, Piper that played before Finding Dory.

You and Stan had always been huge Disney fans and when you took him to see the movie, you watched his reaction to the short before it. He cried. That was two years ago and now you were married, he proposed not even a week after that and you were married two months later. It wasn’t a huge wedding but all the losers came and your father was there as were Stan’s parents. It was beautiful but you were just happy to finally be with your soulmate and now with a little one on the way. Stan was beyond ecstatic when you told him you were pregnant, his little songbird.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t need help? I’m not crippled you know”

“Yes! I can make lunch, Y/n. No, but you’re carrying our child and I don’t want you stressed out,” Stan was dedicated to making you comfortable and doing everything so you didn’t have to.

“Richie did ask me to be his maid of honor so I’m going to be doing something eventually,” Richie and Eddie were getting married in three months and Richie claimed both you and Stan as maid of honor and groomsman and Bev as a bridesmaid. Eddie was pissed at first but he gets Mike and Bill and Ben. Richie clarifying that he very much was the wife in the marriage.

Stan sighed and you could hear him laughing to himself as he approached you with your soup, he kisses your stomach and then your lips before eating his food,

“So I’ve been thinking about names.. If it’s a boy I was thinking Wren or Robin. If it’s a girl, Aya or Rosella,” he smiles warmly at you. You haven’t told him about the gender yet,

“I like Aya.” he smiles but looks at you in confusion until it clicks.

“You- it’s a girl?” you nod and he immediately wraps you in his arms, hugging you tightly and he’s crying. He lets go to kiss your tummy again,

“My beautiful girls. Aya means bird in Hebrew, so my little birdie, you’re gonna be daddy’s little girl huh?” You smile and you feel tears on your cheeks. You never thought you would be here, that any of you would be free.

You married the love of your life and having his child. Bev and Ben got married last year and travel all over the world, Bill and Mike are engaged and moved down to Florida and Bill finally finishing a book well, and Eddie and Richie finally getting married soon. You all took back your lives and now you’re making up for lost time but by now those 27 years don’t matter. No longer did you have nightmares of your fears of the past but dreams of what awaited you, you’d always be losers but you no longer had anything to lose.

@honeybunthegalwithteethforeyes @eddiegaykaspbrak @tozierchee @chipoisaloser @multi-parker @tropicaluris @checkontherep @adritozier @happyhanlon @itsbaconheree

[wonhoonz]

 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝟏𝟎𝟏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

ok so lowkey this is based off of true beauty when jugyeong was doing makeup for the guys in pick pick boys

this is my first imagine bullet thingy whatever so please bare with me :’))

lets get it

you were the younger sister of one of the stylists for produce x 101

and since your sister was young, she’s been hella into makeup and growing up you kind of picked it up as well

so the both of you were like the makeup gurus of your family

so when one day the produce x 101 staff for hair and makeup is lacking a person

the producers and directors were asking if there was anyone who could help out last minute

bc they were already half way through shooting an episode and these boys were literally abt to perform

they needed as much help they could get, so ur sister

being the genius she is

was like “ holy shit i’ve got a sister who might as well be as talented as me “

ngl tho you probably were 

anywaY 

your sister had organized everything, she had told the producers, she had told you and everything was set

lemme just tell say, that you were lowkey p a n i c k i n g

you did keep up with produce x 101 but you weren’t exactly a die hard fan

you knew some fairly popular trainees and the only connection you really had to the show as that your sister was working there

so then your first day came

to be honest, all you really did was help out with minor things and passing stuff around for the first half but then 

one of the other stylist ladies had asked you to take over for her

and you were n e r v o u s

mostly bc these guys were basically idols already as they had already gained popularity on the show

the guy ( more like boy ) that you were assigned to was none other than

haenam’s boy, the only boy, lee jinwoo

you knew exactly who he was

you weren’t living under a rock, your friends were constantly talking abt the trainees in pdx101 and jinwoo did come up in one of your conversations once

and you felt like you were hit by a bus

this boy’s visuals were no joke

despite him being rlly rlly cute on screen, he was pretty shy in real life

you guessed it added to his cuteness tho

the two of you were the same age and you didn’t know if that made it awkward or not ??

you were just confused to be real yall

your first encounter was  … awkward

the two of you have introduced yourselves and you both were rlly nice

its just

the two of you were blushing like you were about to have a heat stroke

it didn’t help that you had to stare it his face while trying to makeup on him

and you were just dead 

d e a d

y/n.exe has stopped working

and jinwoo was the exact same

he’s still relatively young, so love was kind of like

non-existent for him

the only type of affection that he received that wasn’t from his parents were from his fangirls

his noona fangirls

that being said, his main priority was always to debut

but that didn’t mean he was immune to crushes

yeah sure jinwoo has had some small crushes here and there

mostly girls who were older

but you were different

omfg the cheesiness send help

the only people jinwoo interacted with his age were the trainees that were his age as well

which wasn’t alot

and even then he was closer with other trainees

  * cough * jinhyuk * cough *

that being said, the two of you were whipped the moment you saw each other

thankfully, the two of you were able to survive your first encounter without bursting

but that wasn’t your last day there

at that time, the trainees were going through the position evaluation

so jinwoo was performing to my youth

after your experience you started following pdx101 more thoroughly

mostly to see jinwoo

seeing him acting all cute n shit in the episodes

probably gave you minor cardiac arrest

anyway, the staff liked having extra hands around

they didn’t have to move around so frequently and things were just easier when you helped out

so the next time the boys needed to get prepared for something

you were there

this time, you and jinwoo actually had a proper conversation

you were also able to help and meet some other trainees

seungyoun was especially rlly friendly

he just had a big brother type of vibe u know ?

bc the universe was on our side, you were able to work with jinwoo again

this time you were feeling a little less like “ i’m not gonna talk and our faces are gonna be rlly close but im still not gonna talk and it’s gonna be rlly awkward “

bc no one wanted that

lowkey everyone could see you two had small crushes each other

like cmon

jinwoo was blushing during and after you had done his makeup last time

anyway you both got to know each other

he found out that you two were roughly the same age

he was lowkey vv shy and was nodding like 70% of the time

but he was rlly sweet

jinwoo didn’t exactly have a lot of friends his age, especially after joining produce

in school he always just had a few friends but eventually everyone wanted to be his friend

and he sorta knew why and he just wasn’t interested

he was glad there was someone that he could talk to aside from the other trainees

and it wasn’t like he was going anywhere else

so the two of you exchanged numbers

the boys aren’t really allowed to use their phones while being apart of produce

so it was kind of pointless

nonetheless, you were happy

at least you had moved past the awkward stage

you took every chance to go visit

eventually the two of you were joint to the hip

you had your own inside jokes and the two of you were rlly close friends

for a bit the two of you just kinda stuck with friends bc you didn’t know each other too well

but after awhile those initial feelings of attraction came back

you came over every time the boys had to perform, once you weren’t able to do his makeup but it didn’t matter bc the two of you were still talking even from all the way across the room

you did his hair and makeup for pretty girl

you were able to watch it live

and idk if it’s physically possible to bust out an uwu

but you did

he did so well, his dance ? phenomenal

facial expressions ? legend

your wig ? in china

anyway, a few weeks pass and you haven’t seen him and life is

dull

cue dramatic sad music

but then you get a call as your waiting for the next episode of produce to play

and your heart nearly stopped functioning bc jinwoo was calling you

and at first you didn’t realize that he had his phone even though he wasn’t supposed too

anyway this boi was crying

and you were like huh wait what boi whats wrong

and he tells you he had been eliminated and you were devastated

you didn’t expect him to get eliminated but more because he was really crying his eyes out

you had missed the episode because you had moved to your room instead of the living room to talk to him

eventually your comforting over the phone had worked ( miraculously ) and he had stopped crying

i mean he’s still a whole child, the both of you were

you didn’t really know what to do to get him to feel better

you two kept talking after he had stopped crying

you could occasionally here his sniffles over the phone and you tried not to squeal 

bc aghem i am calm and i don’t have feelings for my friend

you two had agreed to hang out the next day

you two got ice cream and basically spent the day together

honestly him getting eliminated is what brought you two closer

you helped out with the debut evaluation bc even though jinwoo wasn’t on produce anymore

you had still made a lot of friends on the show

they all asked you how jinwoo was

especially jinhyuk and wooseok his parents

you told him he was getting better

after all he was still sixteen ( in korea ) 

he had a whole future ahead of him

eventually you both had realized you were head over heels for each other

not necessarily love, you two were still going through puberty and well life

but you knew you both wanted to be more than just friends

both of you hung out a lot

and multiple times you just wanted to squish his cheeks and hug him

one time it was freezing out but despite that you met up to hang out

the two of you were wrapped in big jackets and scarves

you were walking around a park and it started snowing

a snowflake landed on your nose

and as cliche as that sounds

maybe the universe was making an exception for two cute human beings who were just too pure and soft

he had laughed and wiped it off your nose with his gloved hand

you were really near each other

you both were just laughing softly and were just looking at each other

like wow ok i’m friends with the smolest person ever save my heart pls

you looked away after you realized you were staring at each other for quite some time

yes you were blushing

so was jinwoo but he tried to hide it

he laughed again and smiled at you

you were mentally telling him to stop being so smug and cute

you grabbed his arm and told him to hurry up so you both could eat some ramen

jinwoo was dragged by you to some local convenience store

the two of you shared some ramen and multiple girls had asked for a photo

ngl you were kind of jealous

some of them were nice

but some of them were looking you up and down

liKE EXCUSE ME MISS IM HIS FRIEND AND YOU’RE NOT GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE

but you’re way too nice for that and jinwoo was watching

mostly the second part

after that you both walked to your house, where his mom’s car was already parked

eventually your parents met because your mom kept wondering who you were leaving the house so much for

not that she was complaining

she kept up with produce too, she knew who this soft boi was

he said goodbye to you and your mom

before getting into the car 

he had hugged you

and mumbled a bye with his chin on your shoulder

you hugged him back ofc

bc who were u to reject a hug from this cute ass boy

although the two of you weren’t exactly waiting for the other to make it official

you both kind of knew that you liked each other

with the help of the other trainees ofc bc you all had a group chat together

you two acted like a soft couple that only shared hugs in public

and held hands only when you two were alone

the farthest you’ve gone is cheek kisses

after a date you were about to leave when you turned around, ran back, and kissed his cheek before saying thank you for the fun day

and you basically ran away after, looking like a whole ass tomato

but he was blushing just as much

to summarize, you two are the cutest non-official couple in the whole of korea

not just the south

im talking about the whole goddamn korea

[eddiesasspbrak]

Forever and Always Ch. 7

Eddie is the only one of his friends to stay behind in Derry after high school, causing him to lose touch with some of them. Now 24, Eddie has heard rumors that his now famous, former best friend (aka love of his life) may be coming back to town. That won’t be too awkward, right?

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Wednesday Richie had a video conference with his manager and some producer. He also needed to help bring his dad home and get situated. He’d told Eddie the night before that he may not be available to see him at all that day. Eddie had to work all day anyway, but he was still sad about having to miss even one day with him. Neither knew what would happen in a week when Richie was gone again.

With the store empty, Eddie had time to really think things over as he sat on top of his stool and leaned heavily against the countertop. He knew that he wanted to be with Richie. He’d known it for a long time. Now that he knew Richie wanted him back and they were together, could he really just let it all slip away again? Part of him thought he’d start packing that evening and look for jobs and apartments online in New York. He had a decent enough savings that he could swing the first and last months rent on a very tiny studio apartment. There was the option of staying with Richie or Ben and Bev while he looked for a place he could manage. He would work all day and then go to Richie’s shows in the evening. They get dinner and drinks with Beverly and Ben and have date night at least once a week.

The fantasy was just starting to convince him he could make it all a reality when his mother’s voice filled his head. “You can’t leave me Eddie! What if I get sick again? Who will take care of me if you’re not here?  New York is so dangerous! You could be mugged or bitten by a rat on the subway and die in a hospital bed wishing you’d listened to me.”

Then there was her reaction to his sexuality to worry about. If he told her he was leaving to be with his boyfriend she would go into shock. If she found out that his boyfriend was Richie Tozier, she was likely to go into cardiac arrest. She still didn’t know that he had any contact with him since being back in town. He’d told her that he’d been at the library and was too tired to eat when he returned as he’d already eaten with Richie. The lies were piling up, but he didn’t feel like he had a choice.

It seemed the easiest thing to do would be to disappear in the middle of the night with a note left on the table. He knew he couldn’t do that to her though. It might actually kill her and that’s not what he wanted. He just wanted to be in New York with Richie, making up for the mistake he’d made six years ago.

Eddie was distracted with his inner turmoil and didn’t notice when Gerard arrived. He didn’t hear the bell above the door jingle and he definitely didn’t hear Gerard sneaking up behind him. When he felt something press into his back, he startled and whirled around on the stool when he heard Gerard, in a deep voice, say, “Empty the register.”

Eddie slapped his hand away while Gerard laughed at his own joke. He hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten while he was staring into space thinking about all of his life choices.

“Couldn’t resist trying to scare you since you were so out of it.” Gerard giggled. “What’s going on with you?”

“I’m trying to make an important life decision that could completely alter my future.”

Gerard set his bag on the floor and dropped onto his own stool. “Damn, you pregnant or something?”

“Yes Gerard. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“Hell yea that would be one cute kid.”

“I cannot talk to you.” Eddie turned his back on Gerard, only to have him pull his stool up next to him so he couldn’t avoid him.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to cheer you up. What’s going on?”

Eddie sighed and wondered if he could tell Gerard everything. He’d never betrayed his trust before, so why shouldn’t he? He didn’t have a lot of people to confide in and he knew what all of their friends would say if he went to them. They’d all tried to encourage him to leave multiple times. He needed someone else’s opinion.

“To explain I have to give a bit of backstory.” Gerard nodded and stayed silent, so Eddie continued. “When we were seventeen, I made out with Richie on the kissing bridge except I was drunk and forgot all about it. Since I acted like it never happened, Richie thought I was rejecting him.”

“Shit.”

“Then when he was leaving Derry to move to New York, he asked me to come with him. I didn’t go because I didn’t think my mom could survive without me. I was also worried that I’d have to watch him fall in love and end up alone there because I didn’t know how he felt.”

“Do you know how he feels now?”

“Yea. He loves me and has since we were kids. I’ve been in love with him just as long and I feel so stupid for letting so much time slip away from us.”

“Fuck. I knew you loved him as like a fan, but I didn’t know you were in love with him. Sorry I keep having sex dreams about your man.”

“He’s leaving in a week. Maybe sooner. He has to go back to New York and get back to work. He wants me to go with him and I’m eighteen again standing on the side of the road, watching him drive away. Only this time I can fix it and get in the car with him, but the same dilemma remains.”

“Your mom?”

“Exactly.”

“And she still doesn’t know you’re gay?”

“No. She doesn’t even know I’m in touch with Richie. She’s always hated him, so I lied about reconnecting with him. I keep lying to stop that lie from being uncovered and now if I make the choice to go, I have to admit to it all. Which will just make everything worse and more complicated.”

Both fell silent as Gerard took it all in and thought it over. He didn’t know what to tell him. He was sixteen and didn’t have any real-world experience yet. He thought that if it were him, he would have gone the first time. But he also could see why Eddie made the choice he did. There was just one problem…

“You made the choice not to go with Richie because you were eighteen and scared. You’re not eighteen anymore Eddie. You know what life is like if you say no and stay in Derry. Do you want to continue driving an hour outside of town just to go to a bar that will accept you? Do you want to have drunk one-night stands with random guys instead of waking up next to the man you love? Do you want to spend the rest of your life working in this shitty little convenience store, complaining to your next teenage coworker about how you’re 35 and still living with your manipulative mother who doesn’t even know the truth about you?”

“Ok, ok. I get it. I know you’re right. Of course, I want to go with him. I just, I need to think about it seriously. About what it would mean to go and what it would mean to stay.”

“If you stay, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“No, I don’t. But I will forever think of you as the stupidest man I ever met in my life.”

Eddie still had a lot to think about but hearing Gerard voice the words that had been rattling around in his head all day was sobering. He knew that the first step was sitting down and telling his mom everything. Just…not yet. He had to think about what he was going to say and what he’d do if she reacted the way he expected. Having Richie on standby was probably the best bet in case she tried to lock him away in his bedroom. He could rescue him like the princes in the tower and would enjoy every second of it. He spent much of their teen years climbing in through Eddie’s bedroom window anyway, so he knew how to go about it.

Gerard and Eddie had to finish their conversation when a customer walked in. He didn’t want to broadcast to anyone else in the town that he was gay and thinking about leaving Derry. He just knew that it would get back to his mother somehow and that’s not how he intended for her to find out. The rest of his shift went fairly smoothly after that. It picked up a bit the closer it got to 5pm with people running out to get last minute ingredients for dinner. He and Gerard closed up and went their separate ways around 6:30.

Eddie spent his walk home imagining what it would be like to tell his mom as soon as he got home that he was leaving Derry to move to New York with his boyfriend Richie. He could practically see her head combusting. He needed a way to break it to her softly, but he didn’t know the right way. Maybe if he presented her with a plane ticket to New York first it would go a little easier. Like she’d ever get on a plane.

“I’m home.” He called as he walked in the front door.

His mother came from the kitchen, looking annoyed already. “Good. I’m making dinner and I expect you’ll be here to eat it tonight. You’ve left me alone for the past two nights.”

“Er…yea. Sorry. I’ll be here. I’m gonna go clean up first.” Eddie said, kicking off his shoes and dashing up the stairs.

He swapped out the white polo he’d worn to work for a more comfortable t-shirt and jeans for some sweats. His mother wouldn’t approve but he didn’t care. He was in the bathroom washing his hands when his phone began to ring in his bedroom. Quickly drying his hands, he rushed back down the hall to grab it before they hung up. His heart skipped a beat when he read the caller ID. Richie.

“Hello?” Eddie answered the phone, dropping onto his back on his bed.

“Good evening Spaghetti. Are you home yet?”

“Yea I got home a few minutes ago. Is your dad situated at home?”

“He’s resting comfortably in his lounger. Hey, have you eaten yet?”

“No. My mom is cooking. Why?”

“I was just thinking that I miss you and wanted to see if you’d like to go out.”

“Absolutely. Yes. 100%.” Eddie said with a wide grin. “Too eager?”

“Just eager enough. And the answer I was hoping for. I’m on your porch.”

Eddie sat up quickly and looked toward the hallway. “You haven’t knocked or rang the doorbell, have you?”

“No not yet.”

“Don’t. Please. My mom can’t know you’re here. Just…go back to your car and drive to the end of the block. I’ll meet you there in a second.”

Richie was silent for a second. “I’m starting to think you’re ashamed of me Eds.” He laughed but it was more nervous than humorous.

“I’m not. I swear. I just…I’ll explain in the car, ok?”

“Yea. Ok.”

Eddie hung up and rushed to put his jeans back on. At the bottom of the stairs, he sat to slip his shoes back on. Hearing him running down the stairs, his mom came into the hallway in time to see him standing and heading to the door.

“Eddie!” She called out to him. “Where are you going? You said you’d have dinner with me.”

“I’m sorry, ma. There’s an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency?”

“It’s, uh…Gerard. He needs my help with…his grandmother. She’s staying with them and can’t get out of the tub. I’m going to help lift her out. I shouldn’t be too long. Maybe an hour. Or two.”

“Two hours to lift an old woman out of the tub?”

“Well, yea. I have to make sure she’s ok and he might need other help just getting her situated. I’ll text you.”

“But, Eddie!”

He left then, closing the door behind him so she couldn’t see which way he was running in the dark. He heard the door open behind him, but Richie had parked far enough down that she wouldn’t be able to see him getting into the car. Richie eyed him as he slid into the passenger’s seat of his parent’s car and looked out the rear window toward his house.

“Running from the police?” Richie asked.

“Or something.”

Richie pulled away from the curb as Eddie buckled his seat belt. “I figured we’d go somewhere outside of Derry if that’s alright. It’s a longer drive but plenty of time for you to explain why you had to sneak away.”

“Outside of Derry is probably a good idea. My mom doesn’t exactly know that I’m going out with you.”

“Yea I figured since I had to park a block away. You couldn’t have just told her we were hanging out as friends?”

“Well…she doesn’t exactly know that I’m in contact with you…at all.”

“Oh.”

“She’s not your biggest fan you know…”

“Yea it’s been rough since the breakup.”

“Choosing to ignore you. And when she initially asked me, I didn’t think I was going to be seeing you. It was before we talked about things the first time. I haven’t told her yet because things are complicated, and she’ll ask me why I’m spending so much time with you. I just feel like it will end up coming out that I’m gay and I’m not ready for her to know that. I don’t know how she’ll respond or what she’ll do to me.”

“It’s fine Eds. I understand.” Richie reached across the center console to grab Eddie’s hand in the dark space between them. “I know she’s bad when it comes to you but what do you think she’d do if you told her?”

“Lock me in my room until I agreed to marry a woman. Hire a hitman to kill you. Break my legs and tie me to the bed like in Misery. Who knows? Maybe all of the above.”

“So, what your saying is, I should just keep driving and hide you away in my apartment?”

Eddie smiled and turned his head to look at Richie. “I’m pretty sure she has a tracker on me somewhere. She was always so afraid I’d be kidnapped I wouldn’t put it past her. They put those things in dogs and cats, they can probably put them in humans too, right?”

“Worth a shot. If she shows up at my place, we’ll just say you went on an impromptu vacation.”

“Cause that will go over well.”

Richie fell silent as he squeezed Eddie’s fingers. “I just don’t want to let you go again.”

“I know. I don’t either. I’ve already decided to tell her everything. I just need to figure out how to do it, so she won’t freak out.”

“Maybe call a swat team to hide behind for when she hulks out.”

“Not the worst plan you’ve had.” Eddie sighed. “I want to tell her. I really do. I’m sick of hiding who I am, and I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you. Because I’m not.”

“I would never think that. You’re lucky to have scored a hot piece of ass like me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You mean you’re the lucky one because I actually like your unfunny ass.” He laughed.

“I’m about to get sappy as fuck because you’re damn right I’m the lucky one. I could barely sleep last night knowing I probably wouldn’t see you today. I got yelled at a handful of times during my video conference because I kept getting distracted just thinking about you. I was at your door before I could even think about it. Fuck, Eds, I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip, trying to keep emotion from welling up but it was a losing battle. Some part of him knew that his mother loved him deep down under all the instability. He knew that his friends loved him in a familial way. But he’d never felt loved like this. Loved so completely for who he is. Loved by someone that he loved more than anyone else. In an instant, he hated his mother. Hated her for keeping his leash around his neck for years. Making him too afraid of being honest with her and too afraid to leave her. Drilling these compulsions into him with years of fake medication and fears of the outside world. If she’d had it her way, he would never have left their house for even a second his entire life.

“I want to go with you Richie. To New York. And I’m going to tell her everything. That I’m gay, that I’ve been dating you and that I’m leaving to be with you. I promise. As soon as I figure out how, I’ll tell her. Just give me time. Ok?”

Eddie felt a tear slip down his face but luckily Richie couldn’t see it as he kept his eyes on the road. His grip on Eddie’s hand tightened as he brought it to his lips and pressed a firm kiss to the back of it. “Tell me what you need me to do to help. Promise me you won’t let her guilt you into anything.”

“I promise.” Eddie turned his gaze to the road speeding by through the windshield. “I won’t let her manipulation keep us apart ever again.”

[johnny-and-dora]

if we’re brave enough (we won’t save it up for later)

45. “what do you want to watch?”  requested by the lovely lucia @sergeant-santiago & niamh @amazingsantiago thanks ladies! <3 (in which not even capital L-Love could get jake the whole way through a horror movie (somewhere around 3x16 probably))

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In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have insulted her font documentary. That’s probably what landed him in this mess in the first place.

For Jake, the little domestic routine he & Amy have established is so perfect that he’s not sure these last few months haven’t been just one giant fever dream. Not only does he get to spend most of his time at work staring at her like the love drunk idiot he is (nothing really new there), he also gets to drive home with Amy, flawlessly serenading her with cheesy 80’s pop as she rolls her eyes and poorly hides her smile – he gets to order takeaway with Amy as they sit on his or her couch, swapping stories about their days and the precinct’s hottest gossip.

Perhaps best of all, he gets to spend his evenings watching his favourite cop movies with Amy - relatively newly discovered but even better, he gets to ignore cop movies to make out with Amy freaking Santiago, the woman he capital L-Loves, on the regular. It’s bliss.

He wants to keep her around for as long as he possibly can, for as long as she’ll have him - and though the last person he would ever want to take advice from is his arch nemesis, he knows he should probably be making more of an effort to do that. So, as much pride as he takes in his impeccable taste for pop culture, he ends up here, asking a question that very rarely passes his lips.

“…What do you want to watch?”

“Seriously? You’re actually going to let me pick this time?” She arches an eyebrow and he shrugs, pulling at one of the strings of his hoodie, taking a pause to will his stupid brain into connecting to his mouth and actually allowing him to say something midly sincere.

“…Y’know. You’re just…you’re my super awesome girlfriend who I very much like having around, and I may have realised that you don’t wanna watch Die Hard every other week, which is crazy to me but whatever.” He rambles, idly intertwining their fingers, pointedly avoiding her gaze as to not make a Big Deal out of hitting probably one of the most minimal requirements of being a good boyfriend.

(She smiles like it is a Big Deal anyway, which of course already makes it a million times worth it.)

“The point is, you can choose. Anything you want. Even if it’s that lame documentary about fonts.”

“So you don’t mind if we watch something scary, then.” She says, and her coy little smile doesn’t distract him from the familiar way her dark brown eyes flash with challenge. He swallows thickly, holding her gaze with what he hopes is super dope bravado and not the unadulterated naked fear he can already feel swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“Pfft. What? No. I’m totally cool with scary stuff.” She gives him a searching look and a tiny part of him is really hoping she’s going to call his bluff and they can make fun of some cheesy romcom instead – actually, he’d even willingly watch a documentary right now, and deep down he knows that she knows that. His suspicions are only confirmed when she brightens with soft triumph.

“Okay, great! There’s this horror movie I’ve been wanting to watch for ages.”

“Cool. Cool, cool - let’s…let’s watch that, then.”

So, maybe he’s not totally cool with scary stuff – sue him for not exactly enjoying being psychologically manipulated and mind-tortured by some dark corridors, shadowy figures and creepy little girls. He also knows Amy isn’t lying about loving horror movies – she’s already told him about all the different ways she had to prove herself to her brothers, and staying up late with them to secretly watch Tony’s ever growing movie collection was one of them.

(Sure, she could get claustrophobia from them locking her in a broom cupboard, but she couldn’t get…whatever fear of scary movies is called. So inconsiderate.)

He also knows that she’s definitely making him sit through this just to mess with him – there’s practically a spring in her step as she clears their empty plates away and he fills up a bowl of popcorn. Jake briefly considers sprinting out of his apartment and into the night when she turns out the lights, but his crazy nonsense brain somehow convinces him that this is a test that he doesn’t want to fail.

There’s a brief hint of hope as the opening credits roll and she practically hugs him like a koala as they snuggle under her favourite quilted blanket, and he thinks, actually this might not be so bad after all.

He makes it twenty minutes.

Amy’s breath hitches in her throat, quiet gasp of surprise at the appearance of a ghost; by embarrassing contrast, Jake almost falls off the couch with how violently he jumps. At least it gets her attention as she giggles at him, still clinging to his arm and looking up at him with pure adoration filtered through her fanned eyelashes. He clears his throat, desperately hanging to any remaining shreds of dignity he might have left.

“I might…possibly…potentially not be totally cool with scary stuff.”

“I know. I just wanted to see how long you’d last. You’re really cute when you’re flustered.” Her soft smile practically floods the room with warm amusement as he shakes his head, exhaling a short exasperated laugh at Amy’s sadistic enjoyment of his suffering – as much as he (still) enjoys teasing her, he almost likes it more when she does it back, reminding him of all their years as bickering and/or blatantly flirting clueless losers.

Of all the people he could’ve fallen in love with, of course it had to be her.

“You’re a monster.” He says, shifting to get up from the couch and pause the movie – she pulls him back with unexpected force and suddenly they’re so dizzyingly close that it’s almost as if the world stops spinning and there is only, inevitably, Amy.

The sweet scent of her perfume lingers on her skin and her lips are a shade darker from where the red lipstick he loves on her has faded and her shiny dark curls fall forward, rudely obscuring the beautiful, goddess like visage of the woman he loves – he lightly brushes her hair out of her face and kisses her, obviously, deliberately, passionately. He thinks maybe he was made to do that.

“You love me.” She says when she pulls away, half lightly teasing and half resoundingly certain – he’s about to pull a face and pretend he has no idea what she’s talking about, but instead he settles for a hum in quiet content, pressing another drawn out, lazy kiss to her lips, more sincere that a year ago he would’ve ever thought possible.

“Yeah. I do.”

They never get around to finishing the movie – overall, and not just because it reduces his chances of going into cardiac arrest (although not by much when she looks at him like that), he thinks it’s probably for the best.

[theblueskyphoenix]

Grid Ghost Chapter 7: Damage Control

"Time of death, 6:45 PM. Cause, cardiac arrest."

Shaylin sighed as she looked at the monitors as they read out flatlines. It was painful to look at… even if she knew it was fake.

She looked down at the young man who laid on the OR table. While he looked pale and was still she could still hear his shallow breathing just barely over the blare of the monitors.

It'll be over soon. Just hang in there a little longer.

Shaylin and the doctors brought the sheet over the young man's head.

"I'll… go tell Ms. Amara the news."

Shaylin exited the OR.

Outside, Liv was waiting, the woman sitting on a bench with her arms folded, her assistant sitting next to her, looking at something on a tablet.

Liv stood up as soon as Shaylin came close.

"What's the status of the patient?" she asked.

Shaylin frowned, a grim look in her eyes.

"Tadashi Hamada died of cardiac arrest due to unexpected complications of burn damage and his… unusual condition."

Liv frowned at this.

"I see… Shame. It would've been wonderful to look further into his abilities." She sighed. "I guess pyrokinesis is just not something meant for humans."

"I'm afraid not. The body just can't handle it."

Liv nodded.

"I would like to at least help with the autopsy. I feel I owe it to you since I promised I could help him but… seeing as he's dead, I can't in how I originally intended."

"That won't be necessary." Shaylin's eyes narrowed.

Liv's frown faded as she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Shaylin leaned in, whispering into Liv's ear.

"You have been asked to vacate the premises immediately. We do not welcome people with god complexes like yours at our hospital."

Liv's look turned dark.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm not going to ask again." Shaylin pulled back. "There's nothing of interest here for you. Leave or you will be escorted out by security. That would be such a lovely look for a CEO, wouldn't it?"

Liv scoffed, signalling for her assistant to stand.

"Such an ungrateful hospital. I was only trying to help."

"You only came because it was a unique condition. You didn't care for the boy like I did. He was someone with a life that he wasn't sure he could return to. Now, that's never going to happen."

"And who's to blame for that?" Liv smirked, turning away. "Come along, Chris. We're done with this riff raff of a hospital."

Chris nodded, following after his boss.

Shaylin waited a few long minutes before returning to the OR.

Shaylin approached Tadashi quietly, shaking him gently.

"She's gone."

He opened his eyes, sitting up slowly.

"She is?"

"Yeah. And she's never coming back. You're safe now."

Tadashi sighed in relief, lowering his head.

"Yet… things are still going to be complicated, aren't they? If not more than they were before?"

Shaylin brought her arms around him, stroking his hair.

"They are… but I promise… some how, some way, we'll get you home to your family."

Tadashi buried his face into her shoulder.

"Thank you…"

Shaylin kept him close.

"Anytime, Tadashi."

Anytime.

oooooo

A freak accident… powers that developed because of said freak accident… and can't go home to family due to circumstances related to Liv Amara…

… Sheesh, is it just a hobby of hers to make everyone's life miserable?

Obake frowned as Takashi finished telling his story.

"And so… I took up a new identity, came here to Saga and have been living here ever since… The Phoenix thing didn't come till later. Never thought to do it till something happened that sparked the idea… erm, no pun intended."

"Yeah, which involved running into a fire to save the chief of the fire department." Eboni elbowed Takashi a little. "Way to make and impression AND scare the daylights out of me."

"H-Hey, it all worked out!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're an idiot but you're MY idiot." Eboni smirked. "But yeah, blah blah, hero stuff in between, he and Trina became the epic duo of Saga and I'm just their woman in the chair who keeps their tech up to snuff and make sure they ain't killing themselves."

"I see…" Obake looked to his daughter. "Anything else I should know?"

"That's pretty much it." Trina shrugged. "Not really much to add to me and Takashi meeting. It was all just stuff that fell into place with transferring him to Saga and my mom and I helping in hiding him from Liv since we're not fans either."

"Then where does this Dragoness fit in?" Obake asked.

"She just kind of came out of nowhere." Eboni held up her hands. "And that's all we got. We don't know where she came from and why, we just knew she was obsessed with Takashi's powers. Now though… seems we have a lead on the why." Eboni brought a hand to her face. "It only figures she's in cahoots with that crazy devil woman."

"And now she knows where Takashi is…" Kim lowered her head. "Which means…"

Takashi lowered his head as well.

"Liv will know too, soon…" He brought his hands to his face. "Great… just great…"

Eboni brought a hand to his back.

"Taka…"

Obake frowned at this.

He knew what that was like. He knew all too well. While it wasn't a perfect mirror… everything that was just explained to him about Takashi reminded him all too much of what happened to him.

Obake's hands gripped at his blanket.

I can't let her ruin another life. Not like this.

And especially not this one if this is who I think it is.

Obake looked to everyone in the room.

"May I have a moment alone with Takashi?"

Everyone looked at each other confused but nodded, filing out, leaving the two alone.

Takashi gave Obake a perplexed look as they stared each other down.

Obake was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Tadashi Hamada. Robotics prodigy. Inventor of the robot, Baymax. Loving and caring older brother to Hiro Hamada. Wanted nothing but the best for his brother, knowing he could be way more than what he was before he enrolled at SFIT. Tragically passed away in an attempt to save a professor who turned out to be the one who caused the fire he died in… or so people thought."

Takashi's eyes were wide at this.

"W-What?"

"I know it's you." Obake's look was firm. "You may have omitted your old name and details but with all you said, it didn't take me long to realize who you actually were with the information I have on you. I know a lot more about you than I should but that aside…" Obake's look turned gentle. "I want to help you in dealing with this problem. I just wanted to get secret reveals out of the way."

Takashi… Tadashi was unsure what to make of what just happened.

"I… What?"

"I want to help you." Obake repeated. "I stated all that I did just as a means of getting the tension of keeping a secret out of the way. If we're going to take care of this issue it's key that we're transparent with each other. A bond of trust, if you will."

Tadashi gave a baffled look.

"Wait, wait, back up. Why do you know so much about me? Do I WANT to know?"

Obake sighed.

"I'll keep it at I was trying to manipulate your brother by any means possible to be my student, even if it meant using you somehow. Didn't work since he's too smart. Can we move on to helping you with your situation, now?"

Tadashi crossed his arms before taking a seat in the chair next to his bed.

"Yeah, though I got questions for later." He replied, before raising an eyebrow. "Got any ideas for dealing with the Dragon Lady?"

"Liv is currently too occupied with things in San Fransokyo right now, which means it'll take some time before Dragoness can get information to her. If we can intercept before she sends her anything, we can prevent Liv from discovering you're here in Saga." Obake smiled. "All we have to do is locate her hideout, capture her and destroy the evidence."

Tadashi hummed in thought.

"That could work, but she's smart. She's not gonna just show up outta nowhere… slippery too. When she's shown up at fires, she manages to get away before I can do anything." He frowned. "It'd have to be a trap basically… and it'd have to be strong bait-" He trailed off. "... No-"

"It may be the only option we have, Tadashi." Obake cut in. "However, I don't intend to throw you to the sharks without a safety net. I may not be able to do much at the moment physically but I have something back in San Fransokyo that could help, I just need someone to fetch it for me so I can make adjustments."

"If I go with Eboni into the city, we could keep under wraps and get it. I'd just need a good idea of what it is." He smiled. "Then we could bring it back here."

"I'll give those details in a moment. The main plan is this: You'll act as the bait, Dragoness will no doubt take you back to her lab, thus, we can use you as a tracker. We'll follow her back and before anything can be done, we'll apprehend her, delete the data and turn her over to the police. Simple as that."

Tadashi was still unsure… but the plan seemed airtight as far as he could tell.

And… I don't want Liv getting her claws on either one of us.

Someone has to help right?

He took a deep breath, before nodding.

"Alright… I'm in." He held up a finger. "But if I wind up dissected, I'm haunting you. Deal?"

"Deal." Obake chuckled. "I shall do my best to ensure that doesn't happen."

"Good… So… What's the thing you need?"

Obake smiled

"A robot."

[noisemakerreviews]

Game of Thrones, 8:3 “The Long Night”

It’s been a while! What better way to come back from the dark is to review an equally as dimly lit episode of our favourite TV show. 

So, let’s get right into it.

Also, needless to say, this post is dark and full of spoilers, so beware.

We won’t get into the mechanics of strategy on Dany’s part, because sending the Dothraki in head-first while everyone else stayed behind and waited didn’t seem like the best course of action, but nobody questions the Unburnt without getting torched themselves, so you do you, Khaleesi. Let’s dissect that scene a bit more, because what more could we have asked for within the first five minutes than the Dothraki wielding fire-swords into the night? (I guess better lighting... thanks, Melisandre.)

This episode was chock-full of haunting and powerful images. Firstly, the Dothraki slowly being extinguished, both literally and figuratively. This is a huge loss for Daenerys and her army, and the Night King is chuckling from the cloud’s with the late Robert Baratheon’s, “Only a fool would meet the Dothraki in an open field” line all the way back in season one. 

The battle commences and all the MVPs are charging: Brienne --- ahem, Ser Brienne --- Jaime, Podrick, Sam, Edd, Tormund, the Hound, Beric, Grey Worm, Jorah, the list goes on. I must have gone into cardiac arrest at least seven times during the episode. I didn’t know I could hold my breath for an hour and a half, but here we are. The Battle of Ice and Fire had a very Battle of the Bastards-esque feel to it, which worked, and was full of action --- sometimes to the point that I couldn’t even make out if someone was dying or not. (Looking at you, Brienne, Tormund, and Jaime...)

Let’s move on to Jon and Dany exploring a whole new world atop Rhaegal and Drogon. An airborne fight that severely stressed me out, the aunt-nephew duo went after the Night King to try and end the fight before it began. Essentially, the only thing that was accomplished was the Night King being thrown from Viserion and Rhaegal getting injured. This scene was frustrating because I think that they could have used the dragons far more effectively, i.e., lighting up Viserion at the very least. We find out later that dragon-fire doesn’t have any effect on the Night King, but there’s no reason to believe that it wouldn’t have fatally injured Viserion. 

The crypts were, shocker, unsafe. But let’s hone in on that chilling scene between Tyrion and Sansa. Did anyone else think that a murder-suicide was about to transpire, or was that just me? The once-married couple shared a funny, but slightly heartbreaking conversation earlier on, and Sansa deemed Tyrion “the best of” her list of husbands. We see them later huddled behind a likeness of a late Stark, Sansa clutching her dragonglass dagger that Arya gifted her, and Tyrion taking her hand and bestowing a kiss against it. It’s a glimpse into the humanity the show captures beautifully amidst the literal end of the world. 

Moving on, we have to talk about our queen, our lord and saviour, our absolute G.O.A.T. ... Lyanna Mormont. Move over, Arya, we get that you saved the world, but we all know who the true woman of the series is. From the beginning, Lady Mormont was a force to be reckoned with and an instant fan favourite. Though we knew her chances for survival were slim to none this episode, I couldn’t have imagined a better way for her to go out. She struck fear into the hearts of men twice, even three times her size, all while looking cute as a button. Rest in power, Killer of Giants. 

Speaking of powerful, tiny women who men underestimate, we’ll discuss our other queen, Arya Stark. From the beginning she’s been an outcast, proving that she will not succumb to societal norms expected of women in Westeros. The only people who seemingly nurtured this tendency were Jon, who gave her the strong advice, “Stick them with the pointy end,” --- a line repeated to Sansa just before the battle began --- and Ned, her late father who we all still dearly miss. Arya snuck her way through the halls of Winterfell, her kill count climbing faster than she could run. Stress levels were high and I worried that the Girl with No Name was going to be no more, but the Kill Bill sirens activated and the Hound and Beric Dondarrion came in with the assist. Though we lost Beric, his purpose was finally served, and Melisandre greeted the Hound and Arya to reassure them that the Lord of Light’s plan is still in action.

Plus, Syrio Forel totally came back to us through the Red Woman. 

Theon is one of the most rounded characters on the show, and his development is astounding. It rivals that of Jaime Lannister, and as much as I want to hate the last male Greyjoy heir, I just can’t. His real life began and ended within the walls of Winterfell. The downfall of his journey started when he overtook Winterfell back in season two and ‘burned’ Bran and Rickon alive to gain power and stock with his followers. Of course, the youngest Stark boys were unharmed, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that Theon murdered two innocent children. Bran has since forgiven him, calling him a “good man” before the fighting begins. Theon fights until the end, and suffers an honourable death at the hands of the Night King, protecting Bran and keeping his promise until his dying breath. 

Just when we think all hope is lost, in true Game of Thrones fashion, a twist flies through the air (literally) and Arya’s talented knife-work ends the Long Night. I’m sure you screamed as loud as I did when every second of A Girl’s training led up to this moment, and all prophecies were fulfilled. 

I thought this choice to give the kill to Arya was a smart one. The Night King directly and physically embodies Death, and Death isn’t concerned with a power struggle, kingdoms, or battles. As Bran stated, the Night King is only concerned about the Three-Eyed Raven, and cleansing the earth of the living --- has he been talking to Thanos?

A fight with Jon would have been exciting, but it was evident by his survival of dragon-fire that the Night King cannot be defeated by sheer force or strength. Arya was the only one who could outsmart him, and the Night King could have only been feasibly defeated by a game of wits. Also, who doesn’t like a badass, strong female lead killing the second coldest villain in the show? Behind Cersei, of course.

Speaking of whom, I am sincerely anxious (and excited) for the latter half of the final season. Dany’s army has faced serious losses, such as the Dothraki and the Unsullied, and essentially she just has the manpower that survived the inner walls of Winterfell. Both of her dragons have been injured, though we see in the preview that they are able to fly. Cersei has 20,000 fresh troops, dragon harpoons, a mind sadistic and strategic enough to blow up half the city, and presumably the wildfire to bring that possibility to life. 

There is still a lot to come in the last three episodes, but if the Night King subplot is over, then this episode made all the waiting and speculating worth it. All in all, a solid episode with a solid plot, and a twist that people will be talking about for weeks, months, maybe even years to come.

All images courtesy of HBO. 

[swiftiemcdibbles]

Long post about Lover Fest West, @taylorswift , and Christmas. It's a good one so please read!!!

You guys, I can not wait for Christmas!!! Not just because it's Christmas and all that comes along with the Holidays, but because my son will get to open an envelope with @taylorswift tickets to Lover Fest West. It's even more exciting because, like I've mentioned 1300 times in previous posts, I swore to him after his Dad and I got back from the reputation tour, Atlanta night 1, that he could go to the next album's tour. I made a whole post about what a big parenting no no that was, simply because I assumed(and ended up making an ASS of ME) she would do a normal tour or some semblance of a "normal tour schedule", and boy was I WRONG-O.

So, the most beautiful piece of art that has ever been released, you know a little album called "Lover", came out and pretty much immediately Jax, my son, started asking when the tour was.(he really started when ME! came out but it was ramped up once the album was released). To put this into perspective for everyone, if she was preforming at an awards show, he thought THAT was the tour and we missed it, if she did anything, like the BBC Radio 1 special, he thought we missed the tour again, and when he thought this, he would get upset, but not bratty upset, kinda like he was super upset but didn't want everyone to know. He's always been that way, we have a saying I have said since he was an infant "You get what you get and you don't pitch a fit". All along I explained those were just shows for TV or specials and the tour would be announced soon, and it when it was, and I PANICKED, I did more than panic I had a full mental breakdown. Mind you, my Husband is deployed. My Mom and Dad have both been pretty sick this year, Mom with Cancer, and Dad with a heart attack followed by full on Cardiac arrest and 2 heart surgeries within 15 days and now a pace maker. Also, I've gone through a lot of mental health problems this year while my rock, my Husband, was and still is deployed to the other side of the world. I've lost a lot of friends, and cried a lot of tears. It's been that kind of year, I feel confident saying that since January 6th of this year, I've had the worst year out of my 33 year life thus far. So the mental breakdown was a culmination of all things combined and then realizing that @taylorswift wasn't coming anywhere near us for a tour was just the thing that made me break. So after I put myself back together I was determined to fulfill this pinky promise I made to my son. I never want to break promises, and I've learned through this whole process not to make promises when I don't know if they are attainable lol. Thankfully I did the verified fan for the rep tour and was close to the front of the line for time slots to get tickets for that tour, so when Ticketmaster stated it would be similar this time around I was optimistic, I have family all over New England, I am from Rhode Island, and I knew I could make the Lover Fest East work. So of course I put that as my 1st pick and West as my 2nd. Well, by the time I got to choose our tickets, which btw was kind of a mess, my only option was CALIFORNIA. Y'all I live in the upstate of SOUTH CAROLINA. But, you bet your ass I got those tickets. No they aren't floor seats, like I got with the rep show, they are pretty high up and away, but my son will not care because he will be at a @taylorswift show.

Now, the reason I am so excited for Christmas is, my son knew when those tickets were going on sale. He came home from my Mom's, who had picked him up from school that day so I could sit infront of my computer waiting to get these tickets, and asked IMMEDIATELY if I got them and I did a cruel thing, I lied. I told him no, they were sold out, he was DEVASTATED, did not come out of his room except to eat and bathe and go to school for that entire week, and I wanted so badly to tell him I got them but I didn't. I did this because I still wasn't sure a trip to California was a possibility and didn't want to get his hopes up more than I already had and also because if the trip was possible I wanted to save them and all of it for a Christmas surprise due to the cost and everything. He has asked at least twice a week if I was sure there was no way we could go to this concert. It literally breaks his little heart he won't get to see "my Taylor Swift" as he calls her. Little does he know Santa has something for him, and he will be at that show. He also loves riding trains, so I booked us a cross country train trip and am gonna make it his summer vacation. He is going to be so excited to see these tickets and to hear how we are getting there. And the best part is he has no clue his dad is coming home in time for Christmas and is surprising him at school!! He thinks his Dad won't be home till February because that's what we were originally told, but it's been changed to December 8th or could be the 13th(I mean how coincidental is that?!?!). So we decided to keep it a secret from everyone, me and my Sister In Law are the only ones that know, so she can help me coordinate the family suprises. Eeeeekkkkk!!

So to say I am EXCITED FOR THIS CHRISTMAS is a huge understatement, but I do not know how to put into words the feeling I have for it! And after listening to @taylorswift explain kinda why her touring schedule isn't the norm on to Zane on Beats 1 , I FULLY UNDERSTAND and am surprised she's even touring at all. Sometimes, fans need to remember that you're favorite artist or entertainer is also a real life person with real life issues. I think we should all try to remember that as often as possible. And to @taylorswift I actually do pray for you and your family each night because much like you my mom is my best friend and I tell her everything and she's gone through cancer and is going through it again now, you can't help but imagine the worst, and that's ok, just don't sit in it, don't stay there. You know that though. Anyways, thank you @taylorswift for making my son's Christmas one he will never forget.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

[anika-ann]

The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.2

What a Gentleman

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 2400

Summary: A soulmate AU. They say having a soulmate is a blessing. Who wouldn’t love the idea of star-crossed lovers, right?

Neither Steve Rogers nor you consider yourself lucky though. It probably has something to do with the lines written on your skin. Because if the words are anything to go by, you’re not sure you want to meet each other.

Now that you have, it’s time to get some answers.

Warnings: swearing, light angst, FLUFF

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The diner had quite an atmosphere and on any other occasion, you would have been fascinated, easily being pulled decades back in time. Today however, your attention wasn't on the decor too much. You had very different things on your mind; like a certain man with a built of a Hercules and a spine-melting smile – if a little nervous one.

"Is this place alright?" his soft voice snapped you from the space of your own head.

You gave a tiny nod, letting him lead you farther in. He picked a table in the back, away from the giant windows to the street; you were glad for that despite the nice weather.

You would have stayed outside to begin with, but Steve had asked whether you had been hungry and to your enormous embarrassment, your stomach had replied. To his credit, he hadn't laughed, only frowning a bit while he had clearly been biting back a smile; what a gentleman.

Your waitress appeared quickly, leaving with your order written down just as fast, and you found yourself alone… with your soulmate. Your 95-year-old soulmate. How crazy was that?

You had no idea what you say, finding him silently watching you; either he was unable to form words as well or he was waiting for you to gather your thoughts and wanted to let you speak first. Once again – what a gentleman.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. "So… uhm. You're… you're really 95."

God bless him, he only grimaced a little, not commenting on the stupidity of your statement. As far as communication with him went, you were being excellent.

'Oh no, there must be a mistake,' calling him mister instead of captain (then again, you hadn’t checked if he was one just yet), your stomach answering his questions and now this. Where did your ability to talk go? On vacation?

"Uhm… yeah. I know this is hard to believe, but… yeah,” he conceded, fidgeting. “I can explain! Also, sorry for being stuck with such words."

Well, speaking of being stuck with words…

"Well, Mr.Rogers-"

"Steve, please."

He had told you that before. Except yeah, it somehow stuck you all over again, that this was most likely the man who was remembered for saving many, many lives. You wondered if you should be kissing his boots or the pavement he walked on or something. So, yeah, calling him Steve seemed like a bit of a disrespect. If he was who you thought he was, of course.

"Feels inappropriate. Even the ‘mister’ does," you explained, testing the waters. You believed Ryan was right, but still…

"What would feel appropriate?" he asked, nervously fiddling with his fingers at the edge of the table.

Huh. Alright. Maybe you and Ryan were wrong and he was just a guy? A really, really attractive and nice guy? But why else the whole ‘I'm 95’ thing then? He said he could explain…

"Captain?" you whispered, the tension in his shoulders growing immediately. Yeah, busted. You were sure now. Captain America was in a diner with you. Because he was your soulmate.

Oh shit.

"Guess I don't have to explain then…" he murmured, a worried wrinkle forming between his brows.

Before you could comment and tell him that you definitely needed him to explain, because what the hell, you hadn't exactly done your homework, how was the first American hero alive, just HOW?!, he continued.

"Look, I… I spent a good part of my life believing my… soulmate… you, would consider me a mistake," he sighed, “and-“

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" you blurted out, instantly feeling even worse for the words you had told him. He had lived with the belief that his destined partner would resent him. Great job, me!

He shook his head, never minding the interruption. "And I'll… I'll understand if you do."

That gave you a stop. Wait. What?

"...what? Why would I?"

Why would you? He was… gorgeous, polite and so far so genuinely nice you thought you just made him in a dreamed-man-machine and as far as you knew, he was a superhero. So… if anyone should be considered a mistake… it was you. Your heart dropped to your stomach when your mind helpfully supplied you with that information. Was that what he thought? That you were unworthy? It would be perfectly understandable after all. How could you even compare to a man like him? You had told Ryan that this man was way out of your league and you hadn’t been kidding.

"Unless that's how you feel… uhm, about me."

His eyes, previously focused on the table, snapped up sharply. "What? Why?"

Wasn't it obvious? You gestured towards your humble self. Wasn't it what he was saying?

"Well, I don't really think I'm considered a superhero girlfriend material," you concluded.

The captain quickly leaned in, his hand gently wrapping around yours. To say you were bewildered at the gesture would be an understatement. You were perfectly lost. And it felt kinda nice, him touching you.

Shut up.

"That's not what I meant at all!" he exclaimed with urgency, his eyes roaming your whole face, his expression seeming guilty.

Nope, you weren't quite following, though a bit of hope flickered in your heart; his hand didn’t release yours. "You… didn't? I'm sorry, I don't… I don't understand."

"What I meant was… you do know who I am, right?"

"Y-yes. My… uhm, my friend figured it out. I- I don't know much…" you admitted, slightly embarrassed. You never were a fan of history classes. Like… memorising dates. Nope.

"Alright… I crushed a plane during the second world war…"

"That I do know. You saved millions of lives."

His cheeks dusted with a bit of pink as if he was bashful about it.

"I thought it was the end. And I woke up seventy years later…" he bit his lip, his fingers twitching on yours. He blinked in surprise when he noticed them touching you and the blush on his cheeks darkened.

When he tried to retreat, you caught his hand in return, noting the change in his tone. This was not an easy topic for him to talk about and you felt the need to comfort him. He looked at you in wonder at your gesture; you were shocked too, but it was simply an instinct. Bold action on your part, sure, but it still appeared right.

"That was only few months ago. I'm… not fully accustomed to this time." His eyes went strangely absent and you squeezed his fingers reassuringly. "Not to mention that what I do is… dangerous to say at least. I would understand if you rather stayed away."

Heavy silence fell on your table on the last note, interrupted by your waitress. You only managed to stare at Steve as he politely, yet absently, thanked her for your food, conflict all over his face as your hands parted in favour to make space for the plates.

Frankly, you didn't care for food in the slightest, too taken aback and having some serious trouble to process his words.

Now that took a turn you never saw coming.

"So… you wouldn't mind… me being me?" you asked a bit unsurely. You were starting to understand his train of thoughts and your brain was absolutely overwhelmed by it.

The captain – Steve – didn't touch his food either, his brilliant blue eyes with just a drop of green watching you sincerely, wondering what was going on in the head of yours. Good luck with that.

"I'm not sure what you mean, so I'll say no. You're… you seem like a kind person, you're a… very beautiful woman and-- I'd be lucky if you wouldn't reject me right away."

You chuckled incredulously at that, your heart picking up pace. Oh wow, did he just call you a very beautiful woman? What was the last time someone had done that? (Your mum didn't count.) Were you dreaming?

"Steve…"

He perked up when you finally addressed him correctly.

"I spent my life hoping that I won’t meet my soulmate until I’m 80 at least, because otherwise it would be really creepy. I was hoping the number meant literally anything else than their age. And if I understand correctly, you believed you'd be a disappointment to me. We’re… maybe I should only speak for myself, but I'd say that this is the best possible turn of events I could wish for," you finished with something that resembled an awkward but delighted laugh, believing every word you said.

What better outcome this could have had? You were both young and healthy people and as far as you understood, neither of you were disgusted by the choice the universe had made when binding you. That was awesome, right?

He observed you silently for what seemed like eternity, his expression unreadable, and you panicked you had read this wrong after all.

"I mean… I think we're soulmates for a reason. It doesn't always work out, I know, but we should at least try, right? Get to know each other? I mean, I know you're Captain America, but you're much more than some persona from the history books and I like to think this deserves a chance-…. Maybe I'm stupid, but-"

During your monologue, his lips curled up into the spine-melting smile again and he reached over the table to catch one of your hands that had been gesturing rather wildly; not that you had noticed until he stopped you.

For the second time that day, his lips brushed you knuckles, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest and warming up your chest at the innocence and sweetness of such action.

"I think you're amazing," he breathed out, looking into your eyes from under his incredible pretty eyelashes, effectively turning you into a lovesick puddle.

"You d-do?"

The incredible smile of his was back. Oh god. He was so out of your league.

He gently released you and you suddenly felt embarrassed and awkward under his undivided attention.

"I do. And I'd like to know you better too."

"O-okay."

A+ for that response. But could anyone blame you? Steve was actually watching you as if you were the eighth wonder of the world and it was impossible to accept that this was somehow happening.

"Okay," he echoed softly.

He gestured to the food then with one eyebrow questioningly raised and you had to blink, returning back to earth where you had actually come here to eat. You couldn't remember what it felt like being hungry, too overwhelmed with the turn this conversation took and the emotions it swirled.

He had called you a very beautiful woman. He had called you amazing.

Steve waited for you to start eating, only then joining in. What a gentleman. How were you soulmates with this man again? How could you ever deserve him?

You swallowed the bite of food hastily as you felt the sudden urge.

"Steve?"

"Yes, d- yes?"

Any other time, you would wonder what he wanted to say, but you had to get this out of your chest.

"I think you're amazing too," you admitted sheepishly despite the fact it was totally implied he was kind of a god.

You might even feel a bit silly for saying it out loud, but the twinkle in his eyes and the smile that lighted up his face assured you that you didn't misstep. God, he looked as if you just told him the best news he could ever get. It made you nearly choke on your spit.

He was so devastatingly handsome when smiling, radiant… when a spark of a mischief appeared in his irises, a promise of fun on top of the tenderness he had been showing until now, you were done for. That was it; he already owned your heart, just like that. Was it him or was it because of the… soulmate connection? You decided it was both and that it didn't matter.

"I'll try to maintain that cover then."

It took you a moment to realize what he was going at. Right. Soldier. Or a spy, whatever. And apparently a dork. You were such a lucky woman, weren't you?

"Uh-huh, what are like when you're not undercover then?" you played along, already knowing he actually was that awesome and he couldn’t have been pretending this whole time.

He didn't miss a beat. "Me."

Your eyebrows shot up unwittingly. That was all he was gonna give away?

"Huh. I guess I'll just have to find out, aren't I?"

He charmed a lopsided smile that did something to you on a visceral level, which kinda startled you; you really were falling impossibly fast for him, in every possible way. And you realized you didn't mind at all. You trusted him for some reason, trusted him to catch you in your fall until you could hit the ground. God, you were turning into a complete sap.

"Guess you are," he confirmed cheekily and you smirked as a shot of confidence flooded your veins. Did he think he had the upper hand here? He had said that he hadn’t been fully accustomed, right? There were things you were about to help him adjust to…

"Looking forward to it," you hummed and winked at him before you returned to your pancake with gusto. "Not sure you should feel the same about me, Mr. You. My secret identity might surprise you."

Steve watched you, not blinking, apparently not expecting you mirroring his attitude. He squinted at you playfully and you had to admit you felt the weight that had fallen on your chest earlier, when he had talked about mistakes, disappear into a thin air. You could actually see now that maybe, just maybe, you two could be a good fit despite the terrible differences in the social ladder.

"Are you saying you're trouble, madam?" he pried, something as if strict yet teasing creeping into his voice.

You wondered if this was how he talked to his co-workers and inferiors. He was a captain – he was bound to have inferiors, right? Was this his captain voice then? It tickled your fancy, to be honest.

"I guess you'll have to find out, Sir."

Steve chuckled and shook his head, finishing his food. "I can already tell you are."

"Is it… bad?" you asked, suddenly hesitant.

"No, doll. I actually really, really like it."

The casual slip of a pet name only accented his words and you were absolutely certain now. Oh yeah. You were truly looking forward to getting to know your soulmate.

Even if he was 95 years old.

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Part 3

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