#yes i’m ‘literally insane’ man that joke started w my best friends and they both on basically haitus now

[kisakunt]

sorry if this is rude! but what did you mean about blocking when posting about kisaki?

i’m a kisaki gatekeeper 💓 i’m the kisaki gatekeeper. kisaki my shorty, i’m his shorty, we’re in love (real), n i get a lil silly goofy when i see people posting shit bout how much they love him LMFAO i just don’t wanna see bullshit

[darling-i-read-it]

Jealousy

Will Graham x reader, slight Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 2.2k 

Warnings: talks of murder, corpses, crime scenes 

Author’s Note: besties you need to stop giving me freedom to chose the endings because i am SO biased. I hope you all enjoy regardless and didn’t mind that I bunched these two requests together because they’re so similar! 

Requested: by anon, Hey i don’t know if you’re still taking Hannibal requests but if you are can you do something where both Will and Hannibal have a crush on the reader? The reader would be the only one who doesn’t know about the two men having a crush on her and one day the reader hangs out alone with one of them (could be Will or Hannibal) and the other gets jealous? It could end in the reader choosing one of them. (your choice)

Requested: by anon, AHHH i’m so nervous to write a request even tho this a anon😅 I never done a request but if you could do something where both Hannibal and Will take an interest in the reader? It could just be a thing where both of them try to impress the reader who remains oblivious to their affections. And during the entire thing they get jealous of each other and try to one up each other in gifts. If you want you could end it with them being polyamorous or the reader choosing one of them, i don’t really care my main focus id just the jealousy lol😅

Summary: the requests! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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You nodded gently, putting your fingernail between your teeth. You circled the corpse, giving it a careful eye as Beverly spoke over your thoughts. 

“We believe it was murder, obviously,” she said. 

“It’s just been a bitch trying to figure out how she was murdered,” Zeller commented. He was sitting on one of the stools, his hands resting on his thighs. 

“Keep working on it,” Jack said, hand resting on the cold metal table. 

“I think we should try and talk to the mom again. I feel like she knows more than she’s letting on,” you muttered. Will and Hannibal watched you as you moved to the head of the body, looking directly down at it. 

“I want to go to the crime scene again,” Will said. You looked up and met his eyes, nodding a bit. You knew the toll that it took on him so you preferred him to offer up his abilities, rather than ask him. 

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” Hannibal asked. Yours and Will’s eyes floated to Hannibal who was standing at the corner of the room. This wasn’t his crime, he wasn’t sure what Will would find. 

“I’m sure,” Will said sturtly and then turned around, walking out of the room. Hannibal watched as your gaze followed Will until he was out of sight and then you turned back to the corpse. 

“I’ll drive you to the mothers house,” Hannibal suggested. You nodded and took your hands off the metal, walking over to him.

“Thank you.” 

The two of you left quickly after that, leaving Bev, Zeller, Price and Jack in the room alone. Beverly pretended to check something on her clipboard before looking up at everyone.

“You all felt that tension too, right?” Overlapped responses came.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.” 

“When did that happen?” 

Beverly shrugged and learned against the wall. She tried to follow you and Hannibal as you left the morgue but you were already long gone.

“Who do you think she’s gonna pick?” Bev asked. 

“I say let the best man win!” Price commented. 

“We have a case here lady and gentlemen,” Jack said, pretending he too wasn’t invested. Everyone else shared one more look and then turned around, getting back to their duties. 

=====

Hannibal sat promptly in his chair, legs crossed and looking at Will who sat across from him. Will had an open stance as he looked around the room he had been in a couple of times before. 

“How was your week? Let’s start there,” Hannibal said gently, prompting Will to start talking. Will was usually filled to the brim with sarcastic comments but he never wanted to delve any deeper than that. Unless he was talking about other people's murders. 

“Um, it was fine,” he said, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/N came over last night and made dinner. It was nice to have someone over.” Hannibal was able to mask his feelings very well but Will caught a little bit of disdain. 

“That’s nice. Do you see her often?” 

“Sometimes. She’s nice and likes to see the dogs.” Hannibal saw you yesterday as well, when the two of you went to interview the mother again. Hannibal offered a nice face to the woman and it ended up getting you somewhere with her. 

“She is very kind,” Hannibal commented. 

“Do you see her often Dr. Lecter?” Will asked. 

“On occasion. She comes over for dinner. She used to be a patient but she’s been doing well.”

“Glad to hear you have some success stories.” 

That was the day that Will and Hannibal realized they were competing and they hadn’t known it. They weren’t even sure that you knew it but they understood that the other had feelings for you. 

Sure, ultimately it was up to you in the end but it was then they decided they would have to get to you first. Will was a little unhinged and confused. Hannibal was a little insane and unsettling. 

Just depended on who was going to be able to play the right cards. 

=====

You sat beside Hanniabl at his dinner table. You had a few of the case papers out in front of you, next to your plate of food. Hannibal was flipping through them as well. He was trying to help you out while also getting you to enjoy a nice meal. 

You ate the last bite of the food and showed Hannibal one of the pictures. 

“Do you think this looks like she’s been dead for a couple of months? I know water can wash away evidence and stuff but it definitely doesn’t look like she’s been dead for months,” you said. Hannibal took the picture from you and looked it over. 

“I can’t say I disagree with you.” You took the picture back.

“This is really good by the way. Thank you for letting me intrude on your dinner,” you said laughing a bit. He shook his head. 

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoy it, I know it can be an acquired taste.” 

“I really enjoy everything you make. How do you say it? It’s growing my pallet,” you said smiling. He nodded pleasantly. It was always nice to make sure people were listening. You looked like you were about to say something else when your phone dinged. At first you ignored it but then it dinged again. “I’m sorry,” you muttered and then picked up the phone. You read a couple of messages and laughter bubbled from your mouth. Hannibal immediately felt a stab of jealousy but it didn’t show on his face. “Sorry, Will just sent me something about the case. I actually have to go see him later tonight, I should probably get out of your hair.” 

Hannibal shook his head. 

“You’re always welcome here, I hope you know that.” You smiled and nodded but still put the papers together in a neat stack.

“Don’t say that, I’ll abuse my privileges.” You stood up and put the stack of papers in your arms. “Thank you again Hannibal. I’ll call you?” He nodded, standing up as well and taking your plate. 

“Of course. Have a nice night and say hello to Will for me.” You nodded and waved as you turned to leave. 

Hannibal turned to the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. He started to wash them and after a moment he found he had been washing his hands dry. 

====

“You really didn’t have to drive me. I can drive myself,” Will said from the passenger seat of your car. You waved him off, shaking your head. 

“Please Will, I can drive you around all I want. Plus, I wanted to see Hannibal anyway. Don’t worry I won’t intrude on your session. I brought a book.” You held your book up in front of him and he nodded slightly. 

Why did you wanna see Hannibal? He decided not to ask. 

You got out of the car and followed Will inside to Hannibal’s office. Hannibal opened the door, as though he had been listening and waiting for your arrival. His smile grew at the sight of you. 

“I was hoping to run into you. I boxed some leftovers from last night because you enjoyed them so much,” Hannibal explained. 

“You went over to Hannibals’ last night?” Will asked. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so accusatory but it did. You shrugged.

“I went for dinner and he helped me with some case notes.” You remained completely oblivious to the tension in the room. He handed you a box that he grabbed from his desk and you nodded happily. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this,” you joked. You turned to Will. “Have a nice session boys, I’ll be in the car.” 

  They both nodded and waved goodbye to you as you left the room. The tension did not leave with you. 

====

The morgue did not smell any better the next time you were in it. You were alone with just Bev this time as you compared notes on the cause of death. She and the guys were still in the process of figuring it out but it had been a busy couple of days.

“Yeah that’s kind of what Price was saying. I don’t know, I’ll look into it more and get back to you,” she said as you showed her some notes. You nodded and put your notepad back in your bag. 

“Alright, keep me posted.” You stood up from your chair and stretched a bit. You and Beverly were pretty good friends outside of work as well so she had been dying to ask you about Hannibal and Will.

“So...how’s it going with Hannibal and Will?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. You gave her a confused look.

“Huh?” She scoffed.

“You’re kidding right?” You gave her a look and she laughed dryly. “You seriously don’t know? Those guys are head over heels for you. Come on, you had to have noticed how jealous they get when you talk to them. It literally fills the room with tension,” she explained. You shook your head slowly. It took you a moment but the realization hit you. You had to sit back down. 

“Oh my God, I’ve been so head first in this case I didn’t even notice,” you said, laughing a bit.

“Well! Who’s gonna take the cake? Come on, we’re running bets here in the morgue.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you bet on?” She gave you a look. “Come on!” 

“Will,” she fessed up. You stood up. 

“Go get your money Katz.” A prideful look went over her face and she nodded. 

“Alright then. You better go get your man.” 

======

You knocked on Will’s door that night. You teetered back and forth on the porch, wondering if Beverly had been wrong. She could have read the signs wrong. Heck, you read the signs wrong at first. You were about to walk off the porch when Will opened the door, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi,” he said, blinking quickly.

“Oh my gosh did I wake you? I’m sorry, I am running on case time,” you said, suddenly feeling very apologetic. He shook his head. 

“No, don’t worry about it. Do you need something?” You doubted yourself again but figured that if you were going to do it you had to do it now. 

“I just...Beverly said something and I...do you wanna go to dinner? Like together? Like as a couple?” You were trying to get the words out so they didn’t sound awkward. Will rubbed his eyes some more and then his hand dropped. He smirked a bit. 

“Yeah. I would really like that.” 

“Okay! Okay. Good, good. I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow once you get some rest,” you said. He nodded happily. 

“I look forward to it.” 

“Me too.” 

You turned around and he shut the door and a wall away from each other. You were both smiling wildly. Will almost called Hannibal and bragged but he went to sleep. He would find out eventually. 

[kpop-cakepops]

I will gladly read any Wonwoo fluff you would give us be it snuggle donation or otherwise! But if I can be more specific in requesting, how about a missed connection sort of thing? Like the reader and Wonwoo have similar circles of friends who think they’d hit it off, but somehow they just never manage to be at the same events, but then they end up meeting separate from their friends and do hit it off, only to be a couple before their friends even know they’ve met? If that’s too specific, totally do whatever you want with the idea. Welcome to Wonwoo brain domination (my friend incepted my mind last year too and it’s been all Wonwoo all of the time since!)

omg this is actually such a good prompt?!?!?!!? What the hell?! Thank you anon!!!

So this one actually took way longer than expected because I knew what I wanted to do but I didn't know how to not make it confusing? So the best I could do was use time skips in this one, anything in italics are flashbacks.... I HOPE IT'S NOT CONFUSING! Anyhow, I had so much fun writing this! Enjoy! (PS. I didn't edit so excuse any grammar mistakes LOLz)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,863

Meant To Be// Jeon WonwooXfem!Reader

"There he is again... I wonder if he's single." your older sister said as she struggled to keep your baby nephew from running away from the bench the two of you were sitting at.

"Probably not," you told her as you bit into your popsicle. "He's handsome. Probably has a bunch of girls lining up to get his number"

"He's playing video games at a park, I seriously doubt that" your sister added.

"I think it's kinda cute. At least he comes out because he wants to" you looked over at your sister who was now too busy chasing after your little nephew to even listen to you. "Aaaaand I was talking to myself. Cool."

You huffed and looked over at the man sat two benches over. He seemed to be having fun on his Nintendo switch and you were sure you weren't having fun babysitting your sister while she tried to babysit her own son... so you took matters into your own hands and walked yourself over to the man.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" You asked.

The stranger looked up from his game and moved to the side making space for you to sit down. He didn't talk at all but didn't show himself to be rude either. You took the chance to take out your own console.

"What are you playing?" You asked.

He turned around and looked at your hands, his eyes widening a little but the look of surprise was replaced by a smile almost instantly. "Super Smash Bros."

You didn't know what you expected his voice to sound like, but it certainly hadn't been the deep tone you had just received. "Damn, nice voice" you blurted.

He let out a laugh, "what's your name?"

"I'm y/n" you introduced yourself putting your hand out to shake his, "and you?"

He took your hand cautiously, "I'm Wonwoo"

***

"How does this dress look?" You asked as you twirled in front of your now boyfriend of 3 months, Wonwoo.

He smiled approvingly, "baby you look just as amazing as you did in the last dress. You really don't have to worry too much about impressing my friends, they're all a bunch of idiots."

"Well, yes, but... what if they don't like me? I'm the reason you refused all those blind dates they kept setting you up on." You told him.

"And I'm the reason you refused yours, the time will come when I have to meet your friends, too. I promise you there's no reason for us to be worried." He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

"I'm just excited to finally meet your friends," you told him. "I want to make a good impression."

"The way you make me smile should be impressive enough, no?" He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Getting a little cheesy there, aren't we?" You poked his stomach and pulled away. "Anyways. We should get going or we're going to be late!"

***

"You should come up. Some of my friends are still up there. We could hang out" said Wonwoo as he pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. His tall frame rocking back and forth as he watched you wistfully.

"I really wish I could, but I actually have to go back to work in a bit. I just didn't want for your birthday gift to get to your hands after your special day" You shyly admitted. He held his hand to the necklace that was now hanging from his neck. The pendant hanging from it depicting the Smash ball from the game's logo. Something about him immediately putting the necklace on making your heart race.

"I really wish you could stay, but I guess, you'll just have to make it up to me some other day." He said.

You reached out your pinky and he wrapped his own with yours. "I promise" You told him.

He smiled and you waited expectantly for his nose to scrunch up like you'd learned it would in the last 4 months of knowing the guy. It was weird how after fighting off cheesy romance and dates, you ended up developing a crush on some random guy you'd met at the park.

The both of you stood there for a moment, pinkies linked together as you let the sparks envelope you both. It was obvious you liked each other, however, neither of you seemed to know who should make the first move... nor did you know when.

***

You and Wonwoo arrived at the large hotel his friends had told him to meet them at. A shiver ran down your spine making you take a nervous deep breath. Your boyfriend grinned at your cuteness and squeezed your hand softly before guiding you towards the entrance.

"Oh, God... Maybe I should've brought a gift?" You grumbled as you followed Wonwoo into the hotel. A sudden feeling of guilt taking over you as you remember your own friend, Jihoon, was having a graduation dinner that you couldn't go to because of this. You'd managed to drop off a gift for him days before, but it still bugged you. Jihoon was one of your closest friends after all.

"Honey, it's totally fine. I promise Jihoon won't mind that you didn't bring him a gift" he assured you as he held the door of the fancy restaurant open for you.

"Wait, what did you say?" You asked as you stopped in your tracks. Your boyfriend shooting you a confused look.

"Y-N?"

***

"I don't know, I think my favorite has to be biographies. I'm just nosy" you laughed, Wonwoo following along.

"Hmmm, I mean, biographies are nice, but I've been into humanities lately. It's interesting" He shrugged and licked at his ice cream cone happily. "I used to hate it in high school but I think as I grew up a grew more interested in the way people live... outside of just myself."

"Wow..." you mused.

"What? Was that sexy?" he joked.

You shook your head, "No, you're such a nerd" You teased.

"Hey!" he quipped bumping his shoulder into yours.

"Watch it! I almost dropped my ice cream cone!" Your attempt to seem angry failed by the big smile on your face. It seemed that was all you did around Wonwoo anyways. Smile.

"What flavor is that?" he asked as he eyed your cone curiously.

You put the cone up to his lips, "Butter pecan" You didn't know what exactly you were expecting when you put the cone up to his lips, 75% of you had thought he'd playfully push your hand away while calling it a grandma flavor as he usually did, while the resting 25% of you thought he'd just ignore it and keep walking... but both assumptions were wrong. Wonwoo grabbed your hand with his free one holding the cone in place before getting a taste. It was absolutely insane how much that made your heart race. "Hey! what was that all about?"

"I want to get a taste... but I can't... taste it... maybe I should-" He froze mid-sentence. Wonwoo was nervous. His face was a deep pink as he eyed you closely.

"W-Wonwoo. Are you trying to kiss me right now?" You asked. You wanted to scream and run away but you also wanted to stick around and see if he would.

"I was supposed to be at a blind date today" He admitted.

"Me too," you told him.

"But all I could think of was you" He continued.

"Me too," you agreed once again.

"Y/N, I like you."

***

"What the hell is going on here?" Jihoon's face was twisted in confusion as he stared between the two of you.

"You know each other?" Asked Wonwoo.

Jihoon blinked hurriedly before finding his voice again, "Uh, I think I should be the one asking you that!"

"My head is about to explode" You murmured.

"Yah, Jihoon, Dokyeom just spilled- Oh, Y/N? What are you doing here... with Wonwoo?" Yet another one of your best friends walked out of the restaurant, Jeongyeon's large eyes looking at you and your boyfriend with the same confused expression as Jihoon.

"They got here together," Jihoon announced.

"You two know each other?" Asked Jeongyeon.

"Yeah, Wonwoo's my boyfriend"

"Yeah... we're dating" Wonwoo agreed.

"WHAT?!"

***

"Y/N, pleaseeeeee? I promise you're going to love this guy. He is such a sweet person, he will literally blow you away, and he's handsome! Did I mention he's handsome?!" Jeongyeon's hands were clasped together in front of her chest. It was once a month that she begged for you to go on a blind date with that guy she always talked about, but you shook your head.

"No."

"Why not?! What is it this time!?" Your pretty friend exclaimed as she crossed her arms across her chest.'I have a boyfriend now' You thought, a small smile coming to your lips at the thought of Wonwoo.

"I'm not interested in dating Jjeong. Please, can't we just let it go?" you asked with a soft huff. "We have better things to do anyway. Come on, why don't you let me take a look at your thesis so far."

Jeongyeon huffed and started to pull out her laptop from her book bag. "I can't wait till you meet him. You're gonna regret it"

***

"Wait, pause... so you mean to tell me that we spent ALL THOSE MONTHS trying to set the two of you up... only for you two to meet at a random park and fall in love?!" Soonyoung was being his usual dramatic self again as he glared at you two from across the table.

"I mean, we didn't fall in love right off the bat... but yes. You could say that" Wonwoo answered.

"Wow! I just got chills. I JUST GOT CHILLS!" Dokyeom added as he dramatically hugged himself.

"I just don't understand why neither of you guys told us you were dating! Like... How did we miss it? Where did you hide each other?" Asked Jisoo with a confused frown.

"We didn't. We were friends for about 4 months before we started dating. I even went to drop off his gift at his apartment on his birthday."

"The necklace! I knew I'd seen it somewhere!" Seungcheol exclaimed with wide eyes. "You sent me a picture of the thing and asked if you should get it black or purple!"

"I also asked you for tips on how to confess to a girl over ice cream and got me laughed at." Wonwoo huffed under his breath.

You laughed and shook your head. "You were right, Woo. Your friends are indeed a bunch of idiots"

"Wow... You guys are meant to be. You guys are seriously meant to be. There is no doubt in my mind. I guess when soulmates are meant to meet, they will." chirped Jihoon who kept picking at his plate. "Now that that's all out, I'd like to take a moment to talk about how if Y/N hadn't been dating Wonwoo, she would have missed my graduation dinner for a man. What have you got to say for yourself, traitor?"

"Uh..."

[popculturebuffet]

Green Eggs and Ham: “Train” Review or A Little Better Now (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello you happy people and all aboard! We’re back on the Green Eggs and Ham Train for a Train themed episode. Train. As you can tell I like trains... admitely I don’t see enough episodes et on them and I don’t buy books or obess on them but I like the idea of a train, the comfort, the use of a mode of travel that was once common but is now simply used on occasion with the dawn of air travel, and it confining our heroes to a smaller space with limited room to move. it’s good stuff. I even tolerae the band train... I mean yes their music is okay at best, but the lyrics.. are wonderfully delightfully insane. Who else would use a garbage bag as a genuine romantic metaphor?

When last we left off things ere a bit ehhhhhhhhhhh: Sam went from delightfully quirky with some issues ot adress to annoying, and Michelle went from kin dof a bitch ot ENTIRELY THAT BITCH. Outside of Guy’s mental breakdown/heatstroke episode involving hallucinations of green eggs and ham, yes that did in fact happen, it wasn’t much to write home about and I worried the series simply had a good PILOT but the series itself wasn’t going to be fun sit through. 

If I was right or I was rilla.. will have to wait till after the cut. But first as always i’d like to thank the person who payed for this episode Emma Fici. Emma is one of my closest friends and one of two patreon patreons. If you’d like a reivew of your choice eveyr month guarnateed, then please hop over to patreon.com/popculturebuffet and back me at the 5 dollar level. You also get access to my exclusive discord where I ocasoinally post about work in progress stuff and tlak to my falns, to pick a short any time I do one and EXCLUSIVE review, as well as helping me hit my stretch goals. So line up, sign up then join me under the cut. 

So we pick up where we left off with Guy hurtling into a lake. Eh I dunno i’ve heard being naked ina  lake is pretty neat. 

All you’d have to do is take off the hat and your there. But Sam saves him wiht the weird train of hats he put at the end of the car for some reason, and our heroes are saved.. but down a vehicle. Oh and Sam’s vehiclular neglgence costs a bunch of fish their home.

And our heroes are without a car and Guys at the end of his rope with Sam.. I mean granted he’s been there since he met the guy but it’s down to like the tiniest thred, not helped by Sam casually stealing his wallet to pay for train tickets depsite Guy , UNDERSTANDABLY, not wanting to hang out with the guy who has stolen with him, gotten him implicate din animal trafficing and dosen’t really respect personal space. Also it’s taken me embarassingly long to remember Micheal Douglas played my boy Hank Pym in the Ant Man and the Wasp films. Seroiusly I don’t know HOW I forgot that, him being aged up and thus unable to do ANY of the things he is constnatly denied credit for in canon (Founding the avengers, being the first ant man.. and the first goliath and the first yellow jacket and the first giant man.. and the only doctor pym...).. but instead the film kept his troubled nature and ego, but removed the domestic abuse (which is something I will not go into but needless to say the comics version went above and beyond to try and make up for that and redeem himself soley because it was the right hting to do) and by making im older still gav ehim a roll as Scott’s mentor. What i’m getting at is I freaking love Hank Pym and I could’ve been making hank pym jokes for several episdoes now. That’s a mistake I itned to recitfy.. right away as Guy looses his suitcase as a result of it and whie he lcaims not to be bothered his voice says otherwise. Eh i’m sure the world can wait for ultron Guy. 

So anyway, Guy reluctantly agrees to the train travel idea and being parked across from Sam on the grounds he has no real other options. Meanwhile the BAD GUYZ.. and i’ve also decided to drop spoilers as the series is two years old, most people reading this have probably seen the series, and it makes analysis rough when I have to dance around spoilers. So yeah the BAD GUYZ aren’t villians.. kind of a dickhead on the blue guys part, but not EVIL. They figure out their going by train it’s a whole thing.

ON the train we run into michelle again...

Yeahhh for the first half she’s as inusfferable as she was the last two episodes and it lead me to believie the rest of the series was going to be constant suffering as she’d be in every episode, likely because they DID get Diane Keaton for this and you don’t waste Diane Keaton. You just don’t. But while they got their money’s worth in having her on screne wise they just..w asted her for the first 2 and a half episodes: Michelle is a judgemental, unpleasnt suffocating bitch and it’s going to take a lot , even if this episode helped, to make me truly like her as a person. 

Case in point her first two scenes this episode are just.. dragging her daughter past a play place uncarring about her feelings because while I DO get she cares about her child’s saftey and is terrified afte rloosing her husband.. it dosen’t EXCUSE her actions. It dosen’t forgive her locking her daughter up constanlty, not talking to her like a human being and oh yeah PUTTING A FUCKING LOCK ON HER SHE CAN CONTROL.  I mean my god I don’t think they INTENDED for her to come off as abusive as she does, and i’ve seen far worse inteitonally and untietionally, but it’s still not remotely plesant. There is a larger issue baked into that the episode brings about, but we’ll get to that. 

And naturally at breakfast.. she procedes to top herself. ONCE AGAIN she treats guy like trash as guy UNDERSTANDABLY didn’t want to talk to her after her previous layers of bullshit which, just as a refresher, involved insulting his invention constnatly (even if it turned out ot be dangerous she did not know that till the last second) then refusing to help a man BAKING in the desert and mocking him to his face. 

So yeah unsuprisingly instead of you know, APOLOGIZING for that episode or anything else she mocks him again and calls him sad. I just.. I get they were trying to have her come off as a jerk and then slowly develop.. but you can’t overdue the jerk part. It has to be juts the right amount and if it is this much there has to be a commpuance. There is none as far as I can tell because god is a spiteful two faced prick. 

So naturally Sam forces the two parties together, and orders green eggs and ham for everyone, except guy who refuses. We do get a really great bit though as EB turns down the idea and we get a tremendous rant from Micheal Douglas as he talks about how a girl in his clash, veyr likely just him, got a rash from tring new things and you shouldn’t and to watch out for the scarlet beetle he’ll steel your ants and try to conquer your planet and is not a guy in a costume but in fact an actual beetle. EB naturally tries it. 

We get a brief interlude with Snerz that’s funny enough: he outright calls his visotrs flunkies, they enter to the song money, and his minon throws dollar bills at their feet. I imagine this is what visitng Mar a Largo is like. They turn up his noses until he mentions getting a chickarffe for his animal crutelty wall. And i’m torn about Snerz. On one hand he can be generally entertaining in his dickery.. but ont he other I do question why he’s in EVERY episode. We don’t NEED him in eveyr one and I feel he’s only in them because Eddie Izzard was expensive so they had to get him as a regular to justify the cost. We really DONT’ need this scene funny as it is and it adds nothing so far. Maybe i’m wrong and these guys end up being important. I don’t know. 

So yeah so far this episode was miserable getting through and I expected it to be another long sit... I was wrong. The second half.. is really damn good and reminded me why I liked this series so much. No really. We get two stories,both really good following one half of each pair teaming up. As for why their split Guy is annoyed with Sam, as well as dosen’t want him letting the chickaraffe out because you know lots of people dosen’t want ot go to jail and leaves to find a quiet place to work on watching paint dry while Michelle tucks a sleeping EB in, her first really truly humanizing moment, which should NOT have taken three episodes but hey, i’ll take it, and goes to find the same.

So starting with Sam and EB, naturally Sam takes all of a minute to let his buddy out and it gets loose on top of the train. EB hears the familiar sound and gives chase and the two meet properly. After Sam covers for his buddy and realizes the creature is asleep in his car safe now, he properly talks to EB and we get a truly magical sequnece: The two talk with Sam whoelheartdly supporting her free spirit and finally giving the girl what she badly needed: someone who treated her not as something to be tied down but you know.. a child who just wants some expression and as she literally lets her hair down, It’s truly adorable and it just has a magical quanitity as they enjoy the beautiful view from the train top. 

Granted this takes at urn later when EB brings up her mom, and Sam.. supports her mom, pointing out she’s just looking out for her.. which she is but in a deeply unehalthy way and I don’t like the show just.. brushing over Michelle’s terrible actions because “she’s her mom”. But it’s also hard to tell if they are: Sam’s mom left him as we’ll find out, so he likely colors his memories of her rosey and simply envys EB still HAVING hers. It’s not BAD stuff but I don’t like a work saying “You should love your family just beacause your related”. Instead of because they lovea nd support you and if they dont’ love you or treat you remotely well or don’t give an ass about you fuck them. Thankfully I DO love my family and have no issues with them, my immediate family at least, but i’ve had friens with downright abusive or neglectful parents. It’s not that black and white. Ducktales also hammered in the family theme but was transparent in how it can me messy, harm each other and that it took true love and consideratoin for it to work at it’s core. 

It’s still not a terrible scene and what comes next is neat as earlier it was shown the train has loops, because Seussworld, and now that’s a problem because their on top of it. Michelle’s jail braclet thing ends up coming in handy the first loop, as while she can’t unstick it means she and sam can suririvie it. They do get it loose, turns out the password was indeed password, because of course, and they end up narrowly suriving a roller coaster bit of track, with the help of MR. Jenkins who I can finally name because EB names her in the next scene. Understanding her need for a pet, Sam deputizes her, and gets her back in bed in time for the next plot. 

Speaking of which winding back a bit as these two go back and forth, Guy goes through two rather hilarious cars: First a bath car that has a bubsby berkely style water number and then a model train car.. with the train on the track showing guy watching guy watchin gthe train etc. 

It’s great. Guy ends up finding the quiet car.. and Michelle. And in her first scene of acting like a human being and not if julie powers was a soccer mom, Michelle, while standosfish as usual, not only unites with guy to shush a loud guy in the car, but is genuinely apricative when Guy helps her get her place back, she was doing some literal bean counting. 

The two genuinely hit it off, first with some adorable silent bits and then by talking, with Michelle appreciating his now safer job and warming up to him. Keaton and Douglas have GENUINE chemestry and it annoys me itt took the series this long to use that instead of wasting Diane Keaton on being 

It’s really great stuff and i’m actually rooting for the two.. once she gets her shit together obviously. Guy does make the mistake of lying abotu knowing about the chikcaraffe.

This ends up being bad as he finds out EB knows the next day and after she leaves the car RIGHTFULLY tears the fuck into same for getting him accused of crime, stealing from him and now puttin ghim in a precarious situation. While Guy DID lie, he idd so well meaningly and trying to impress someone whose ineherntly judgmeental. Douglas also does REALY well in the scene, calling sam out but it dosen’t feel cruel.. it’s justified. While guy is miserable and does need to work on himself.. Sam also needs to work on himself and is putting guy in serious danger just by forcing him into his animal smuggling scheme. 

So Guy leaves.. and naturally given the unvierse hate shim runs into the BAD GUYZ, who aren’t much better. No really they refuse to belieive guy might be innocent, use excessive force on everyone. They have better GOALS than sam but I woudln’t really call them good people. Smash to black and we’re out. 

Final Thoughts:  This one was better. As I said the first half or rather third drags slightly but once we get to the two seperate plotlines it’s REALLY damn good stuff and reminded me what the series was capable of in character in creativity. Hopefully it keeps this up

Next Time on the Blog: We return to mewni for the penultimate chapter of season 3 as Moon and Eclipsa have some fundemtnal disgareemnts on how to handle Meteora that wind up costing both dearly. 

See you at the next rainbow

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Rivals, Ratings, and Roses part 4

WARNING- SEXUAL THEMES IMPLIED, NOTHING GRAPHIC. EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS.

‘’I have not been sending you roses. I have no idea what you are talking about,’’ M’Baku tells you.

   You’ve waited two weeks before confronting M’Baku. And, here you are, at breakfast right before your shift at work, and he’s saying that he hasn’t been leaving those adorable notes and beautiful roses for you.

   Because your life just can’t make sense for a moment, can it?

   First T’Challa wears those jeans and makes you have yet  another daydream about making out with  him- his lips are amazing to look at okay?- and now this with M’Baku.

   What is up with the attractive men in your life giving you headaches?!

‘’How could it not be you? The day of the date, or either the day before, it literally said ‘I can’t wait to see you’. How could that not be you?’’

‘’Because I didn’t write it,’’ he deadpans, ‘’I am sorry to tell you this, but I am not your secret admirer.’’

You sit back then, frowning and placing your fork on the plate, ‘’Then who is it?’’

‘’I do not know. Neither do you. That is why it is a secret.’’

‘’That was a rhetorical question, M’Baku.’’

‘’I know that. You are just easy to mess with,’’ he shrugs, taking a sip of his orange juice, ‘’Anyway. It sounds like this guy really likes you. And, since you obviously don’t see this, whatever we have happening,  going anywhere, I think that you should pursue it.’’

‘’Why do you think, that I think, that this isn’t going anywhere?’’

‘’You are very easy to read,’’ M’Baku shrugs, wiping his mouth, ‘’And it is fine. I just think that, without our friends, we do not have much to talk about. Not that you are not a great woman. The Jabari tribe would have loved you.’’

‘’I appreciate that,’’ you say truthfully, considering it a compliment that he thinks that the people closest to his heart would have liked you, too.

‘’Now, let’s pay. Then, I will walk you to your work. I will go to work and break the heartbreaking news to Wanda,’’ he jokes.

‘’Please do. And tell her that it was mutual. The last time she was mad at me, she tied all of my shoes together.’’

He laughs then, a big, deep laugh. The kind of laugh that shakes you even though you are not the one laughing.

M’Baku is right tough. You two are better off as friends. You’ve got a lot going on at work, as does he. He is in charge of the new exhibit, you still have to work on your articles.

So you part ways with a friendly hug, and you meet Peter in the lobby, and you continue the rest of your day as if nothing happened.

Like clockwork, there is another rose waiting for you at your desk when you arrive, the sunlight hitting the bright red petals perfectly, making the flower cast a shadow on the wooden top of your desk.

That is the twenty-fourth rose, the twenty-fourth time you’ve blushed, the twenty-fourth time you’ve had to hear Peter  and Brady go, ‘’Oooh, another rose!’’...and zero sign of the secret admirer.

‘’Have a great day, entle.’’

You sigh, placing it to the side and deciding that not concerning yourself with the identity of your secret admirer is for the best right now.

Right now, you have bigger things to worry about.

‘’I don’t understand  it. Am I doing something wrong,’’ you ask, looking to Peter, who is being of no help as he munches on his banana.

   ‘’You are not doing anything wrong. I think advertising your blog will get you more hits. Here, like this.’’

   He shares his ideas with you, and you write them down, planning on executing them this weekend.

   ‘’You know what would help my rating dramatically? If I could finally catch that Spider dude guy and get my interview!’’

   His facial expression changes, and Peter sits back in his chair, staring at the floor.

   ‘’Of course,’’ you drawl, leaning back in your chair and focusing your gaze on Peter Parker, ‘’That would depend on you finally giving me the interview, wouldn’t it, Spider-dude?’

   ‘’W-what,’’ he looks up at you with wide, hazel eyes training on your face, ‘’I’m not Spider-Man. I-’’

   You toss your pen holder at him, and, faster than you would ever be able to react, he is shooting out a web, firmly attaching the cup to the wall.

   ‘’Okay,’’ he grumbles, ‘’You got me. How did you even figure it out? It’s my secret identity.’’

   ‘’It was easy to figure out, Peter. You always happen to be gone when Spider-Man is saving the day. You literally almost jumped out of your skin when I told you that I wanted to interview him. Dude, you were obvious if I had taken time to put the pieces together. I only have one question for you now: Why didn’t you tell me,’’ you question.

   ‘’Would you have believed me otherwise,’’ Peter questions.

   ‘’Probably not,’’ you admit, ‘’But am I safe in assuming that the reason I can’t get an interview with spider dude-’’

   ‘’Spider-Man. I, uh… I call myself Spider-Man.’’

   ‘’...I respect that. Okay, is the reason that I can not land an interview with the ever elusive Spider-Man is because you are him?’’

   ‘’Yes,’’ he flops down in the seat across from you.

   ‘’So why don’t you want anyone to know? It’s not like I’d, like, spill your secret identity or anything. You can trust me, Peter. You know that.’’

   ‘’I know. That’s why I’m trusting you not to tell anyone about this. Not anyone.. Especially not Aunt May. If Aunt May finds out that Spider-Man is me, that I am Spider-Man,’’ he runs a hand through his hair, ‘’She’ll… I don't even know. Oh my gosh, I don’t even wanna know-’’

   ‘’Hey, hey! Relax, Peter! I won’t tell Aunt May.’’

   ‘’Thank you. As far as the newspaper article goes, well… I’m worried that if someone knows, they may try to stop me from being Spider-Man. Or hurt you and Aunt May. That’s why I didn’t tell you.’’

   Peter is kind of mature for his age. He’s literally saving lives. But he is still a kid, and he is still human. He has to feel a bit of pressure.

   ‘’I understand. Forget the Spider-Man article. Losing your trust, support, and you as an intern is not worth having that interview,’’ you tell him, standing and unclipping the pictures if Spider-Man swinging through the skies that you’d clipped form other sources.

   ‘’But what about your promotion?’’

   ‘’Please, kid. You know I will think of something. When I do, we’ll celebrate with a glass of champagne for me and a nice ginger ale for you.  ‘Resilience’ is my middle name. ‘’

   ‘’I thought your middle name was ‘Determination’?’’

   ‘’That was last week. This is my new middle name. Now, will you please go get me an iced coffee before we start the day? I need the caffeine.’’

   ‘’Of course,’’ Peter announces, offering to pay as he bounds towards the elevator, disappearing when the doors close.

   ‘’Why does your office look messier than it usually does,’’ T’Challa ask, leaning against the door to your small office.

   ‘’Because I’ve given up on the Spider-Man scoop,’’ you shrug, placing all of the pictures into a box.

   ‘’You’ve what?’’

   ‘’I just… it’s not possible, T’Challa. I can’t catch this guy. I have been trying for weeks, T’Challa, weeks! So maybe it’s time to accept that it is not going to happen.’’

   ‘’But… but our articles are due at the end of next week.’’

   With October coming to a close, it is now time for you to turn in your articles to Ramonda. T’Challa has typed his, edited it, added pictures, and posted hints to it on his blogs. His ratings are off the charts.

   Yours? Not So much.

   ‘’I think my time at the company is over,’’ you shrug, ‘’Maybe I’m not the writer that I think I am. Or… thought I was, I guess.’’

   Like any writer, you’ve had writer’s block. There have been times when you doubted your abilities. But it’s never been to a point where you actually questioned your home here at Wakanda Quarterly, where you doubted that you should continue working on the ‘’Black Panther’’ section of the magazine.

   There’d never been a time where you thought you’d just hand something over to T’Challa Udaku.

   ‘’The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations,’’ he states after a moment.

   ‘’T’Challa, I know this.’’

   ‘’There have always been rumors about the Black Panther- rumors that question his ability to lead Wakanda, to strive for what is best.’’

   ‘’T’Challa,’’ you blink back tears, because what is he even talking about?

   ‘’Let me tell you this. I think that you are much like the Black Panther. You are smart, you are determined, you are talented. In your own way, you are a warrior. Even warriors have bad days. But they get back up and keep trying. That’s what you are going to do.’’

   ‘’Yeah,’’ you sniffle, wiping the tears that are now falling, ‘’I’ve got no interview and no ideas.’’

   ‘’What if… what if I could help you?’’ What if I could get you an interview with Captain America himself?’’

   What?

   Are the words coming out of those insanely delicious-looking lips for real?

   ‘’I know him,’’ he continues as you grab a tissue, dabbing at tear stained cheeks, ‘’I’ll help you.’’

   ‘’How will that look to Ramonda?’’

y   ���’You and I both know that Ramonda does not care about how you get the interview. She cares about how you do it. And you are a gifted writer and you ask good questions. Please, let me help you. If you aren’t my competition, I’m just going to get that spot. And that’s no fun.’’

   For once in his life, he is being completely genuine with you. He wants to see you succeed, he believes in you. It makes him look real.

   It makes him look even more attractive.

   First the jeans, and now this. For goodness sake, he’s got no right to be that attractive.

   ‘’Thank you, T’Challa. You have no idea how much this means to me.’’’

   ‘’Eh, don’t worry about it. You can pay me back by writing the best article you can, entle.’’

   He leaves then, walking back towards his own desk to call Captain America, THE Captain America.

   ‘’Alright, I got your coffee,’’ Peter turns them, iced coffee in tow.

   And you’re on your third sip when it hits you...

   ‘’Eh, don’t worry about it. You can pay me back by writing the best article you can, entle.’’

   ‘’Have a great day, entle.’’

   ‘’No way. No, no, no no way, ‘’ you power up your laptop up, going to the interview, ‘’I must be on a sugar rush or something?’’    

   ‘’What? What is going on?’’

   ‘’Well, T’Challa just stopped over here, looking all adorable in his sweater vest-’’

   ‘’Too much information,’’ Peter winces.

   ‘’Sorry. Amway, we talk about the article and how I don’t have anyone now that I will not be interviewing Spider-Man, and he’s all like, ‘Well, i know Captain America personally, blah, blah, blah.’’

   ‘’He knows Captain America? That is so cool.. I met him last year.’’

   You turn t look at Peter with wide eyes, ‘’And you weren’t gonna tell me?!’’

   ‘’Oops?’’

   ‘’...Anyway, he called me ‘entle’ at the end. And the rose called me ‘entle’, too. At least the note did. And, according to this… ‘Entle’ means I’m beautiful. It’s Xhosa. Peter, T’Challa speaks Xhosa! Do you know what this means? It means that T’Challa Udaku is secret admirer.’’

   The words sound so strange coming from your mouth, and feel even stranger. It’s like when your foot falls asleep and you step out on it- you are familiar with the action, you know what you are doing, but it is pins and needles- it is numb and tingling at the same time as your foot seemingly ties to make sense of what is going on around it.

   That is your brain right now.

   In fact, that is your brain for the rest of the day, long after even Ramonda as gone home, when Peter has told you that he’ll be going home after he catches this robber but that he’ll text you when he does.

   When you and T’Challa are the last two people in your small offices, tethered together only by a desire to keep working on what you are doing until it gets done.

   It is about eight when he strides over to your small, cubicle-like office, a grin on his face as you text Wanda and Deena that you’ll be there with pizza soon.

   ‘’I did it,’’ he smirks, ‘’I got the interview. It took all day, and I have to buy him a drink next time  we hang out. But Captain America is going to be your interviewee.’’

   ‘’T’Challa, that is amazing!,’’ you bring him into a hug before you can think about it.

   Here is T’Challa Udaku.

   Pressed against you in a friendly embrace.

   Woah, how often does this dude workout?

   ‘’Um, thank you, T’Challa,’’ you pull back, clearing your throat.

   ‘’No problem. It’s the least I could do,’’ he turns on his heels.

   ‘’Why have you been leaving me those roses?’’

   Okay.

   You’d meant to step into that conversation with a little bit more grace, not stumble and flop into it like a baby deer struggling to take his first steps.

   Here you are, though.

   And much like when you start an argument with Deena or Wanda…

   There is no going back.

   ‘’I was wondering when you’d figure that out. Of course, I was going to tell you if you did not. I wanted to wait until after Ramonda choose one of us to takeover the magazine for her once she’s retired.’

   ‘’Where you doing all of this to get in my head? To make me not focus on my article,’’you question, crossing your arms over your chest.

   ‘’No, otherwise I wouldn’t have waited. I wanted you to focus on that and not on this. I may have handled it wrong, judging by the way that you are snarling at me.’’

   ‘’Please. I am not snarling,’’ you adjust your face.

   ‘’It was cute. Anyway... ‘’

   You’re not satisfied with his answer. If it wasn't’ to mess with you, to throw you off, why did T’Challa Udaku, who has made it his mission to annoy you at least once a day, who has seen your rival for years now, decide to suddenly send you flowers like he’s courting you?

   ‘’What’s the big idea, T’Challa? What’s this all about? No smooth talk- the truth.’’

   ‘’Fine,’’ T’Challa steps closer, keeping a careful distance from you, ‘’You want the honest truth?’’

   ‘’Yes,’’you swallow the lump in your throat.

   ‘’This may be a lot to take in,’’ he steps closer, ‘’Are you sure that you want to know everything?’’

‘’Just tell me, T’Challa! Or I’ll assume you're lying to me right now.’’

   ‘’Fine. Here it is. You drive me up the wall. In every way possible. You are stubborn, you are exasperating. You get under my skin. You are the only other person in this place, other than Ramonda, that I worry about beating me for writing positions. You are smart, and kind, and loving. You march to the beat of your own drum, you don’t take ‘no’ for an answer if you shouldn't. You’ve been chasing dreams since you took your first steps. You are literally… you are everything that Ramonda is. The only difference? I really, really like you. I might actually… even… be in love with you.’’

   Well that hit you like a ton of bricks.

   All this time, he’s been reciprocating feelings you’ve tried to push to the side. He cares about you… he may even be in love with you. It’s a day you’ve daydreamed about for a walk, and you're not entirely sure what to do with it. Because here he is, and it could be a turning point in your relationship. T’Challa is here, with you, and it’s better than you could have ever dreamed. This is real. You feel hopeful…

   But you also feel apprehensive.

   ‘’Entle?’’

   ‘’I don’t believe you,’’ you shut your eyes, gasping when he takes your face in his hands.

   ‘’I do care about you. Maybe it isn’t love, but I care about you. I have for a long time. It’s part of the reason that Nakia and I broke up- I couldn't very well keep seeing her knowing that my heart belonged to someone else.’’

   You open up your eyes, and you see nothing but sincerity in his.

   He is telling her truth. You’re not sure when your life turned into a Saturday-girls-night-in movie, but here you are. T’Challa Udaku actually ahs real, life, totally amazing feelings for you.

   ‘’So it’s up to you now. It’s whatever you want to do’’ he looks into your eyes asking permission that you silently give before he presses a kiss to your forehead, ‘’I would never dream of making you uncomfortable. If that is what I am doing, let me know. We can just be friends. Or whatever we were before. So… what do you think.’’

   Here you are, alone at a crossroads. T’Challa has made hi decision, and he is counting on you to make yours.

   On one hand, you two have been at each other's necks for years now, always striving to be better than the other. He is the reason you strive to be your best. Well, part of the reason anyway. And you know that the same can be said for him about you.

   Here you are, alone at a crossroads, with a man who is kind of/maybe in love with you, ready for you to make a decision, any decision.

   And you must decide which road to take.

   Because whatever road you decide on, you’re not so sure that it’’ll be easy to go back if you change your mind.

   More importantly, you’re not sure that you’d even want to,

   You are at the crossroads, and…

   You’ve made a decision.

AUTHOR’S NOTE- I am taken a foreign language now, and one in the fall! I think being able to speak more than one language is useful and cool. I have trouble with it sometimes, so any tips are great!

DISCLAIMER-  I own no Marvel Characters, their fictional worlds, their fictional materials,or anything like that. I simply own the plot, and Deena and Brady. All rights belong to the rightful and respectful owners.

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You’re My Bodyguard, Not My Owner. (Chapter 19) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

“Is this outing authorised?” you asked, nervously glancing back at the SHIELD headquarters, which was no more than a speck in the distance at this point.

“No, of course not,” Brendon scoffed, taking a right turn, “You think The Director would ever approve this?”

“No, never. That’s why I’m asking,” you said, “Doesn’t SHIELD have cameras in the garage and GPS trackers on their vehicles? Aren’t we gonna get caught?”

“I called in a favour with one of the tech guys,” he explained, not once taking his eyes off of the road to glance at you, “We’ll be untraceable for the next few hours.”

You nodded, but then another concern struck you. “What if The Director wants to speak with us-“

“The Director is insanely occupied at the moment,” Brendon cut you off, “He won’t be wanting to speak with any of us anytime soon. Trust me, (Y/N). There’s no way I would’ve ever attempted this if I wasn’t sure it would work,” he grumbled.

The car ride lasted for approximately an hour, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t get so much as a peep out of Brendon in regards to where you were headed. Considering the past seven months, you assumed that he was taking you somewhere secluded and unmapped, so you were as enormously surprised as ever when you pulled up to a lavish looking night club.

At first, you thought that this was just a quick stop, but once Brendon got out, opened the door for you and waited for you to get out with an expectant look on his face, your eyes practically bulged out of your head.

“Wait, are you serious?”

“I’m always serious,” was his typically-Brendon response, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other before furrowing his brows, “It’s your birthday. And considering the lovely past seven months you’ve had, I thought you deserved a break. Albeit a short one.”

You were speechless. This entire situation was so surreal and unlike your stone cold bodyguard, and you weren’t sure what to feel at that moment.

Your lack of verbal communication was daunting, and Brendon’s confident demeanour faltered a tiny bit.

“You don’t like it.”

“What?” you sputtered, “No, no, I-I love it,” you reassured him, raising your eyebrows and opening and closing your mouth, trying to think of something to say.

“Don’t bother,” Brendon said, cocking his head towards the entrance, “Let’s get inside.”

The two of you started briskly walking down the outstretched dark purple carpet to the front door; Brendon trailed extremely close behind you and kept a firm hand clamped on your lower back at all times; the sensation of his hand on your body, even though it was through two layers of fabric, made your skin burn up.

The bouncer held up a hand to cease the two of you from entering. Brendon leaned in to whisper something you couldn’t make out into the burly man’s ear, and with a glance at you and a short nod, he stepped back and allowed you to enter.

The inside of the bar took your breath away. It was a vast space, decked out with the shiniest, most expensive linoleum floor and wonderfully crafted walls, which led up to a giant crystal chandelier, which you noticed was not only a source of perfect mood lighting, but also another floor in itself.

With an intricate look around, you noticed that the floor you were currently on was the ground floor, where the DJ and dance floor were situated, the upper level ‘chandelier’ was a cocktail room serving speciality and artisanal wines, and the lower level was an intimate private lounge.

“So, did I do a good job in choosing a location to spend your birthday?” Brendon questioned, leaning in so that you could hear him over the pumping music.

“’Good’ is an understatement,” you breathed, shaking your head, “This is incredible, Brendon. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he responded, giving a quick glance over your shoulder, “There’s still one more surprise. Quite possibly better than this,” he cocked his head to indicate that he was talking about the bar.

You furrowed your brows and scoffed in amusement. “I don’t think you could top this.”

He nodded to behind you. “Don’t be so sure.”

A bit hesitantly, you turned around, and upon seeing what was behind you, you had to stifle a scream.

“What’s up, buttercup?” (Y/B/F) beamed, taking another step towards you, “Long time no see. It’s almost like you’ve been in hiding or something,” she joked, laughing once you flung yourself onto her, “I missed you too!”

“Oh, my god,” you squeaked, squeezing the life out of your friend, ecstatic that you were getting to see her after so long, “I can’t believe this! You’re really here!”

“I’m really here!” she said, and the two of you yelped in glee again.

“But… how?” you questioned, still in disbelief.

“You can thank your bodyguard over there,” she cocked her head at Brendon, who was standing a little distance away, yet still very close to you, as usual, “He put all of this together.”

Turning around, you smiled at your bodyguard, who was still wearing his signature emotionless expression. Under any other circumstance, you would’ve never done what you did next, but you were exceptionally happy, and any second-guessing went out the window.

You walked up to Brendon, and when you were close enough, you flung your arms around him, similar to how you had done with (Y/B/F) moments earlier. Brendon was utterly shocked and slightly awkward; he didn’t know how to respond. When, after a few seconds, you still hadn’t unhooked yourself, he very slowly and apprehensively placed both hands on your back; at this acceptance, you instinctively tightened your grip.

“Thank you, Brendon,” you whispered into his ear, starting to feel a little teary-eared; you were overwhelmed, “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Yeah,” he said after a few seconds, clearing his throat, “Yeah, don’t mention it.”

When you pulled away, you smiled at him and he actually gave a half-smile in return, making your smile grow even wider. You stayed looking at one another until (Y/B/F) clapped her hands.

“Let’s party!”

~

“Two Cosmos, please,” you requested from the cute young bartender.

“Coming right up,” he smirked, shooting you a wink, at which you smiled coyly.

You didn’t notice it, but as the bartender walked away, Brendon – who was sitting on a stool right next to you – gave him a death glare so intense, the poor guy tripped over his own feet and stumbled a bit.

“Nice to know that being cut off from civilisation from months on end hasn’t killed your game,” (Y/B/F) teased, nudging you in the ribs, “You’re still catching ‘em hook, line and sinker.”

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, “not like there’s anything that can come from it. It’s back to normal for me from tomorrow.”

“Yes, but that’s tomorrow,” (Y/B/F) chimed, “We’ve got tonight. So make it count. Besides, it’s not like you can go home with him – it’s just a little harmless flirting.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” you nodded, straightening up, “It’s perfectly harmless.”

The cute bartender returned, nervously setting the two drinks down with shaky hands. “H-here ya go,” he said softly, avoiding eye contact.

“Thanks,” you beamed, flashing him your most dazzling smile, “I’m (Y/N),” you leaned forward a little bit, “What’s your name?”

His gaze flickered from you to your bodyguard, who was staring at him intensely as he took a sip from his beer. He readjusted his collar – which seemed a bit too tight, all of a sudden – and swallowed.

“Uh, I’m sorry, but I really have to get back to work. Excuse me,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze as he hurried off down the bar, leaving you stunned.

“That was weird,” you muttered, picking up your cocktail and sipping it.

“Ah, nevermind him,” (Y/B/F) waved a dismissive hand, picking up her drink in the other hand, “There’s plenty more talent on the dance floor. Let’s go!”

You smiled at your friend and started to follow her out onto the floor, but Brendon, who pulled you back by your arm, stopped you. You raised your eyebrows at him and he leaned in a bit, so that you could hear him.

“Not too far from me, okay?”

You gave him a small nod and he let go of you, leaving you to join (Y/B/F). As you approached her, you rolled your eyes at the teasing look she had on her face.

“What?” you sighed.

“Seems like you and Mr Bodyguard have gotten pretty close,” she chimed, smirking at you.

You scoffed. “He was just telling me not to wander too far.”

“How sweet.”

“He’s not being sweet, he’s doing his job,” you countered.

“Oh? So organising tonight was part of his duties, then?”

You couldn’t respond to that, so you sighed again as you ran your tongue over your teeth.

“That’s what I thought,” she pursed her lips and shot you a smug look, “He really cares about you, you know.” Her statement caused you to burst out laughing; she frowned, her face turning serious. “I mean it,” she insisted, and you nodded patronisingly, still giggling, “Do you really think he would’ve done all of this if he didn’t? Like I said, it’s not part of his duty, so that means he did it because he wanted you to have a good birthday. Because he cares about you. And the way he gets all protective over you? My God, it’s insane,” she shook her head, eyes going wide as she blew out a breath.

You gave her a befuddled look, not really sure how she would know how intense his protectiveness could get. She picked up on this and explained what she was talking about.

“When he reached out to me about tonight, the first thing he did was threaten me.”

“Sounds about right,” you sighed.

“Yeah, he literally said he would kill me if he found out I was working for Hydro-“

“Hydra,” you corrected, and she nodded.

“Yeah, that. And he said that he never trusts anyone with anything, but he was breaking that rule for your birthday. Then, he warned me that if I broke his trust by telling anyone about the plan or about where we would be tonight, he would kill me. At this point, I was starting to think he was just looking for an excuse to murder me, and I was a bit unsettled, but I went along with it – it was for my best friend, after all. Anyway, during the phone call, we set up a meeting at this diner in the next town for a few days later. It was very unnerving; I felt like I was being interrogated. Although, I’m sure the cops would’ve been much friendlier than him,” she shuddered at the memory, “He kept on asking me questions. About everything. How long I’ve known you, why we became friends, if I would be willing to take a bullet for you if the need arises… he even made me scan my fingerprint in this pocket device-thingy to make sure that it was actually me. After the interrogation, he gave me an envelope with the details for tonight inside, got up and left. But not before he threatened to kill me. Again. So, yeah, he’s totally in love with you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you frowned, holding up both hands, “When did we go from ‘he cares about you’ to ‘he’s in love with you’?”

“Since he’s looking at you with bedroom eyes,” she quipped, nodding behind you.

“What?” you spun around and sure enough, Brendon was staring at you. Him watching you was a normal thing, but there was something different about his gaze this time around, and it gave you goosebumps. You swallowed – even though your mouth was dry – and held his gaze for a minute; you knew that he would refuse to be the one to break eye-contact first, so you sped up the process and turned back to (Y/B/F), who tossed you a look as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Whatever,” you said, downing the remainder of your drink in one gulp, “Let’s dance.”

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