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meldy-writes · 4 years

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Luckiest Girl in the World (Daryl Dixon X Wife! Reader)

Context:So I have an alt AO3 because for some reason I didn’t think a walking dead fic fit with the fanfictions I had under my Pen Name’s account, but at this point, I don’t think it really matters. Anyway, there’s this Daryl X Reader fic I’m writing on this alt account and I’m at the point where I’m writing two ways the story could branch, and there’s this little scene from the path I didn’t take that could work as a drabble. If you like this, or if you want to read the fic for context, it’s here. Be warned, it’s pretty long.

Summary: The Reader has been with the group since the CDC, and along the way, she fell in love and married Daryl Dixon. Now they’re in Alexandria and Aiden, one of Deanna’s sons has begun to harbor a crush. He doesn’t seem to realize that she’s taken. (Daryl’s not really mentioned until the last couple of paragraphs, but I thought those paragraphs were cute enough to warrant this being tagged as an x reader fic.)

Aiden sat at the top of the fence with her, casually leaning back in his seat. The front legs of the plastic chair were off the ground, his feet planted as he rocked back and forth.

“You’re gonna to fall backwards, you know.” (y/n) stated.

“You worried I’m going to get hurt?” he teased, leaning even farther back.

“No. In fact, I think it’d be funny. I just don’t want your mommy to yell at me.”

He let out a snort and put his arms behind his head as he began to rock back and forth. She rolled her eyes, amusement dancing on her features as she eyed the back legs of the chair in anticipation. As she predicted, they eventually snapped, and Aiden promptly fell backwards just as she’d cautioned.

She let out a barking laugh, and a few people passing by stopped to look up at her as the flushing boy tried to shake off the embarrassment.

“All right, all right, it’s not that funny.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, that was the most entertainin’ thing I’ve seen all week,” she argued, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Then your life must be very boring.” He countered bitterly, his pride hurt just a tad from how demeaning her tone was and how promptly she’d always shut him down.

“Oh, no. it’s not borin’, it’s just not fun, either.”

He finally recovered from his little mishap, tossing the broken chair down into the grass below to be fixed later, and choosing instead to sit against the wall. (y/n) kept to her perch, eyeing the expanse of pavement in front of the fence gate.

“You know, if you can’t find fun, you can always make it. There’s a game a lot of us play when we’re on watch to pass the time, want to play?”

She rolled her eyes. “I gotta keep my eyes on the gate”

“It’s a talking game. You can still keep watch. It’s called The Worst. We each share the worst experience we’ve ever had with something, and the one that’s the most terrible wins the round.” He continued, eyeing her with a charming smirk that, despite his best efforts, she hadn’t registered as flirty, yet.

He was an attractive guy, and after she’d saved his life on that run, and yelled at him, they’d bonded. He’d even swallowed his pride and let her train him. They’d gotten close, and they were both attractive, sarcastic, and confident people, so he couldn’t understand how they weren’t together yet. No matter what he did, she always shut down any plans he tried to make to hang out alone outside of the occasional look-out duty, and she always spoke to him like she was talking to a child. A very stupid child.

He didn’t let it deter him, though. No matter how much it hurt his pride. She’d eventually come around.

She turned her nose up at his suggestion, looking at him like he just told her the sky was green, and she was about to gently tell him he was a dumbass.

“That sounds like a game you don’t wanna play with me.”

He asked her why she felt like that.

“Because you’d always lose.” She stated simply, turning back to the scene past the gate.

“Okay, you don’t always have to play the jaded soldier. This world is shit, it’s fucked us all over one time or another, quit acting like you’re the saddest sack in the world.” He scoffed, smacking her shin with the back of his hand playfully.

She sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Alright, then. But if this ends up bummin’ you out, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Internally, he celebrated. This was the first time he’d ever gotten her to agree to something she initially said ‘no’ to. Slowly but surely, he was winning her over, he was sure.

“Alright, easy. Worst night of your life. Mine was that time I left that supply run group behind. Usually, we’d go into detail, explaining what happened, but, you already know about that night ‘cuz I told you about it.” He stated sadly. She’d talked a big game, so he was pulling out the big guns. “What about you?”

Let’s see you top that, Debbie Downer.

She smirked, sensing the challenge in his voice.

“A long time before we all came here, we were stayin’ on Maggie’s dad’s farm. One night, it got overrun by a horde, an’ everyone got separated. I was with Carol, an’ a walker fell on top of me, tryin’ to bite into my shoulder. She thought I was bit, so she left me behind, but I was wearin’ a real thick jacket. I was fine, but I had to cut it open and drench myself in its blood so the herd wouldn’t sniff me out and tear me to shreds. I had to slice my way through a sea of those suckers, an’ then stumble through the woods covered in gunk for a whole day and a half ‘fore I found my people again. That was the first walker I ever killed on my own. Damn terrifyin’.”

He was quiet after that, face white as a sheet as he shuttered and coughed awkwardly.

“Y-your turn to come up with a topic.” He finally uttered.

“Worst walker encounter you ever had. Mine was this time at a mechanic shop out in… It had to be North Carolina. A guy tried to--well, it’s not important what his intentions were, the point was that he had me handcuffed to one of those automatic levers they use in autobody shops to lift cars, an’ I was hoisted off the ground. He had the keys in his front pocket, an’ I’d managed to get his head ‘tween my thighs to snap his neck. I was tryin’ to reach for the keys with my feet when he re-animated. I was strugglin’, I couldn’t go anywhere, I couldn’t use my arms, the only reason I got out of it was ‘cuz he accidentally bumped up against the control for the lift, and his head ended up crushed under the mechanism. I’ve had a lot of close calls, but I think that was the only time I ever truly felt like I was gonna die.”

Aiden let out a low whistle, letting her words settle. Maybe she’d been right after all. Still, depending on how she saw things, his might still be worse.

“Mine was right at the beginning. My girlfriend was with us while we were traveling for Mom’s campaign. I left for twenty minutes to grab some lunch, and when I got back to our hotel room, she was a walker. I don’t know if she was bitten, or if she had an accident, or if someone… I don’t know. All I know is that I had to kill her with my bare hands just to stay alive. I... dropped the hotel room tv on her head.”

He shuttered at the memory, and to his surprise, he felt (y/n) place her hand on his shoulder and squeeze comfortingly. He grabbed for it, but she pulled away before he could.

“Let’s uh, choose a more up-beat topic,” he continued weakly, “Worst date you ever went on. Mine was this girl Cierra Mauldry in sixth grade. I kissed her goodnight on her porch, and our braces stuck together.”

She laughed at first, but a long-suppressed memory resurfaced at the mention of dates, and instantly she was somber again.

“A guy I worked with at the CDC,” she started softly.

“He’d had a crush on me for a while, an’ I’d just learned that my dad died, so I was in kind of a vulnerable spot. I said yes to grabbin’ dinner together, an’ takin a walk ‘round the facility. When we got back to his room, he wanted to sleep with me, but I didn’t. I didn’t really like him that way, an’ I didn’t think it was fair to him to string him along, so I told him ‘no’, an’ that we should just remain professional from now on. Next day, he didn’t show up in the lab, an’ my boss sent me to go get ‘im. I found him as a walker hangin’ from his closet.” She took a hiccupping breath, reliving the memory in her mind, and scrunching her eyes shut. “Worst part is I cannot, for the life of me, remember his name.”

They were both quiet after that, and soon, they heard Spencer calling up to relieve (y/n) from her shift. She grinned sympathetically down and Aiden, and gave him the goodbye of:

“Told you it was a bad game to play with me.”

Still, when she got up, he scrambled to his feet as well grabbing her arm to stop her before she made her way down the ladder.

“Well, hey, I still had fun. I got to know you a bit better. I’d like to continue doing that, maybe you could come over for dinner and eat with my family tonight.”

She smiled the smile she usually did; like she was talking to a slow, and simple child.

“I’m sorry, Aiden, but tonight’s not great. Daryl’s gotten kind of close with his recruitn’ buddy, and his husband wants us to come to dinner tonight so he can finally properly meet me.”

Aiden scrunched up his eyes in confusion.

“What? What does Daryl getting close with them have to do with you? If they wanted to get to know you, couldn’t they just approach you without having to go through him?”

She smiled wider like he’d said something adorably stupid, as she clarified:

“I didn’t explain it very well, It’s more like a couple’s dinner party sort-of thing.”

Aiden blinked. What? What the fuck? Was she insinuating that she and Daryl were… she couldn’t be, right?

“You and Daryl are together?”

She nodded as if his statement was beyond obvious, “we’re married,” she corrected.

He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to picture the violent, mean, constantly dirty guy with the long, long hair together with the clever, beautiful, and secretly caring woman he’d been trying to flirt with for the past week and a half, but he just couldn’t picture it.

“How?” he blurted out.

“How do people get married?” she teased flatly.

“No, how did you two end up together? You’re so different!”

She smiled softly, looking down at her fingers as she began to twiddle them. This smile was different than any of the ones he’d reluctantly wrangled out of her. This one was genuine, and bashful, and affectionate, and dazzling. Aiden knew it wasn’t for him, and it almost felt like he was intruding on something he shouldn’t be just by looking at her.

“He an’ I are a lot more alike than people realize. We’re more alike than even he realizes, I think. That doesn’t matter though. These days, it’s not about whether you’re similar, or if you’ve known each other for a long time, it’s all about who you can trust and depend on. It’s about who you’d die for, and who’d die for you. We might not have ended up together in the old world, but in this one, we’ve got somethin’ strong. Somethin’ special.”

She grinned brightly, practically knocking the breath out of her companion as she looked him in the eyes and said, “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

With that, his grip on her arm retracted, and she finally made her way down the ladder. He watched her walk down the street and run into the man they’d just been discussing. He watched as she strode over to him, and gripped his leather vest, trying to pull him down for a kiss.

He noticed how Daryl grinned fondly and put his hands on her waist, placing a quick peck on the tip of her nose. He noticed how she leaned into him with her whole body. He noticed how the sun reflected off the ring on her finger, the ring he had not gathered was supposed to be a wedding ring until that moment. He noticed how soft Daryl was for her when no one else was around.

Or maybe, he was always like this around her, and Aiden had just been too absorbed in himself to realize.

#walking dead x reader #Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x reader #Daryl dixon imagine #daryl x reader

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shoeandseok · 5 years

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ATEEZ as Bodyguards Fic: The Element Part 2

Synopsis: You get invited to a nightclub for the first time, but nothing is easy when you need personal security 24/7.

This is part of a Bodyguard AU series, which I recommend you read first for context (if you haven’t already). Thanks!

Part 1, Part 3 (Final)

Being undercover as patrons in a nightclub was a strange experience for the away guard, who were getting familiar with the space before you arrived. Mercifully, the nightclub was on the smaller end and not too dark. It was one level, consisting of a dance floor, a bar, and several nooks for seating.

The away guard spread themselves out, favoring edges of the room so they could see everything that went on. Jongho and Yeosang took the bar, Seonghwa and Wooyoung placed themselves at seating area in one corner, and San lounged on the opposite side, close to the hallway with the bathrooms and emergency exit.

The guard had identified one patron as being especially problematic. He was already drunk and belligerent, bothering other patrons and showing some attitude. San stealthily took a picture of him for the away guard group chat, writing we’ll need to keep an eye on him, could be trouble for the boss.

A minute later, Jongho sent a cryptic message:

I’ll handle him.

Seonghwa was furiously typing about not making a scene when he was elbowed by Wooyoung, who pointed to the bar. Jongho was ordering a drink, something they were not allowed to do on the job. Seonghwa was about to call his junior to ask him what the hell he was doing, but Wooyoung kept telling him to look up. Jongho, a swagger in his step, drink in hand, began zeroing in on the man.

The rest of the guard watched as Jongho bumped into the patron, “accidentally” spilling the drink down his shirt. The patron tried to throw a drunken punch, which Jongho easily avoided. As Jongho toyed with the man, never allowing him to land a hit, Yeosang hurried to the bouncers, who muscled their way in and dragged the guy out. When the bouncers confronted him Jongho played innocent, and since he was sober the bodyguards let him off with only a light warning.

The next message in the group chat was an applause emoji from San.

Mingi had spent the car ride playing pump up songs for you. Yunho was in the back seat with you, and had picked up on your nervous energy. You were constantly fidgeting, adjusting your clothes or your hair or your jewelry. When you arrived Yunho got out and walked around to open your car door.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Is all this too much?” You gestured to yourself. “Maybe I should take off the wig..”

Yunho gently stopped you from retreating back into the car. “You have to be disguised, remember?” You nodded in defeat. “I’m sure they’ll like you, boss.”

Mingi came around from the other side of the car, smiling. “Of course they’ll like you. You don’t pay us to like you, but we do anyways!”

Something about his words stung, but you smiled at his gesture. With Mingi and Yunho flanking you, you headed to the club’s entrance line. It stretched about a block out from the entrance of The Element. Nina waved you down, and the unfamiliar faces of five women turned to look at you. Nina was warm and lovely as ever. She introduced you to the girls, and introduced Mingi and Yunho as your friends.

You could tell the girls were impressed with your two tall companions. Their smiles were too charming to resist. You always thought your away guard was handsome, and it was nice when other people saw that too. Both Mingi and Yunho seemed a little stunned to be surrounded by such glamorous women. To your surprise two of her friends complimented your hair as you waited in line. Yunho caught your eye and gave you a wink.

Immediately on entering The Element you were cloaked in the dim atmosphere, punctuated by neon purple, blue, and pink lights. Once you checked your coats Nina led everyone to the bar, stopping to say hi to her friends along the way.

You looked for the other members of your away guard in the crowd. Subtly all of them acknowledged you with a smile or a nod. For a moment you thought Hongjoong was missing, then you reminded yourself that he wasn’t there.

In your scanning of the room you noticed that you, or more likely the women you were with, were turning the heads of several male patrons. Their awed expressions made you feel a little sexy, and the beat of the music was already tugging you towards the dance floor. You followed the group to the bar, however. The other girls started ordering drinks and you recalled Hongjoong’s second condition.

“Excuse me,” Jongho, smooth as hell, slid next to you at the bar. “My friend,” he pulled a reluctant Yeosang into view, “would like to buy you a drink.” Jongho patted his partner on the back and exited like the perfect wingman.

Yeosang was tense, and weirdly it made a convincing performance. “Uh, what would you like?”

You politely waited to catch a bartender’s attention and placed your order. Yeosang was blanking on something to say. You looked back, Yunho had been talked into buying a drink for one of the girls, it seemed, and Mingi was sadly telling another that he was the designated driver for the night, so he couldn’t do shots with her. You turned back to your quiet guard.

“Have you been here long?” you asked, resting your chin on your hand as you leaned on the bar.

He replied, but you couldn’t hear him. He repeated himself louder “My friend and I came about an hour ago.”

“Oh I see,” you said, smiling conspiratorially. “What do you think of it?”

“It’s crowded,” he told you seriously.

“I’ll be careful to not step on anyone’s toes then,” you responded.

Your drink arrived, and Yeosang paid.

“Cover me,” he mumbled. A little unsure, you leaned forward on the bar, the two of you covering the drink as he pulled out several types of drug testing paper strips. This felt like overkill. His sharp eyes flickered over the papers as he tested each, and eventually he gave you a thumbs up.

“Enjoy your drink. Goodnight.” He left, probably headed to Jongho. You smiled as you put the straw in your mouth. Didn’t men who buy a drink for a woman stay for conversation?

“Who was that?” It was one of Nina’s friends, a petite girl with golden hair.

“Not sure,” you lied.

The girl crossed her arms in thought. After a pause, she commented “He’s cute.”

“I know, right?” you agreed enthusiastically. She gave you an odd look.

After you finished your drinks, it was time to hit the dance floor. In the circle your group formed, Yunho put himself next to you, while Mingi placed himself across the circle to keep an eye on what was happening behind your back. As everyone loosened up you discovered to your absolute delight that Mingi and Yunho were really good dancers. As you danced you watched them, trying to figure out what made them so good at it.

Yunho tapped on your shoulder and motioned for you to look behind you. Your jaw dropped. Wooyoung, who was most definitely wearing leather pants, was dancing a few feet behind you. He smiled when he saw you looking.

In the pulsing lights he looked criminally good, and you were positive he had guyliner on. Then it clicked. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yunho were all such good dancers because they were confident: confident to be goofy, confident to be sexy, confident to be seen having fun.

He stopped dancing briefly and tried to mouth something. He pointed to himself, then to you, and then pointed at his back. You nodded at his message: I’ve got your back. Happy and safe, you turned back to the girls and let the music take you.

The night turned into a cycle, the group going back and forth from the dance floor to a nook near the bar and back. The others kept drinking. You awkwardly ordered water, soda, or the few snacks they served. When sitting with the girls you had some conversations, but it was hard to follow in the loud club, and sometimes they’d reference stories or inside jokes you didn’t know.

Mingi was actually better at staying in the conversation than you, his friendly nature on full display. In some moments, you’d just hold your soda, sharing a glance and a shrug with Yunho.

He was often checking the group chat, and would occasionally update you on everyone’s tallies for how many times they’ve been asked out while on duty. The guards were on duty, but since they were disguised as patrons in a nightclub, the scores were going up much faster than normal.

The girls stuck together pretty closely for the night, but plenty of other patrons stopped by to make conversation. Many were definitely trying to flirt with Nina and her friends. You got a little irritated by how handsy some of the guys were, freely touching the arms or backs of the girls or trying to pull them into a dance. You were rarely approached, and if one of the men tried to talk with you, you deflected away the conversation. Or you just pretended you couldn’t hear them over the music, that worked too.

Part of you assumed guys weren’t engaging with you because you just weren’t as attractive, but it was more likely that Yunho, tall and broad and always near you, kept anyone from trying.

When you were on the dance floor, either Wooyoung, San, or occasionally Jongho danced in the space behind you. They effectively blocked anyone who wanted to approach. The rest of your guard occasionally changed position, but always were spread enough to have a view on the whole club.

The only times your group split was for trips to the bathrooms. At one point you went to the bathroom with Fatima, who was slim, tall, and had striking dark eyes. She probably was a model, for all you knew. Yunho went with the two of you, aiding you in cutting through the crowd. On the way you passed Yeosang, who seemed to be stuck with a drunk girl trying to talk to him about her ex. You gave him a sympathetic smile.

Yunho waited outside as you and Fatima went in to the bathroom. As the two of you were checking on the state of your makeup, she asked you a question.

“Are you dating Yunho?”

You immediately blushed, waving your hands. “No no no no no, we’re just friends.”

She raised a brow at you. “Really? You don’t like him?”

“No, I like him. I like him a lot, I just don’t like him like that,” you floundered. “I’ve known him for a while.”

Fatima turned back to the mirror, reapplying lipstick. “Well he’s definitely into you. He’s been hovering around you all night.”

That’s because he’s your bodyguard, you thought. This was why going undercover was hard.

Fatima capped her lipstick. “Take it from me: he’s into you, but something is holding him back from telling you.”

“I don’t know about that,” you trailed off. He was paid to be with you, to hover, to attend to you.

“Why don’t you go for him? He’s a catch.” You found yourself agreeing with her, then squashing that thought. He was your employee.

“I might’ve asked him out myself,” she continued, “but I know it’d be pointless.”

Her words rankled you, but you pushed that down. “I’ll think about it,” you ended the discussion.

Yunho, patient as ever, was waiting for you when you stepped out. You didn’t meet his eyes, just saying “Let’s head back.”

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itsadrizzit · 5 years

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Writer's meme POV

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

So…this took me FOREVER, but I’m so glad you asked this.

It was hard enough with this WIP trying to choose which scene to flip the POV on and then selecting whose POV to write in. Everything comes from Vincent’s perspective in this one, because I think the story’s more impactful if I *don’t* let Christian explain his side of things and everything is filtered from how Vincent is viewing the situation. Christian’s being beyond stroppy and all Vincent wants to do is welcome him back from the World Cup and spend a few days (maybe weeks) in domestic bliss before he’s off again to wherever he’s going to land this time (hopefully back to Istanbul). He knows he’ll be leaving, and he’s prepared for it this time. He wants to get in as much time with Christian as he can before he’s off again and then Christian is being sulky and avoidant and beyond difficult. Christian has his reasons, of course, but the fic has more impact if I let Vincent get good and frustrated before it all comes to light.

So. I thought about taking one of the scenes (the one where Christian first arrives home and is startled to find everyone in his living room) and putting it from Christian’s POV to let him explain why he reacts the way he does. But! I didn’t. Instead, I thought I’d give a go at (1) exploring a character who occasionally gets to be in things as a side character, but it took me a while to get a handle on, (2) I have A LOT of headcanons about that may or may not ever come to light, and (3) doesn’t get any POV chapters, but might do in the future.

Anyway, point is, this turned out to be a great exercise. Not only did it make me realise that some of the things/actions that happen and the sequence in which they happen in the way I originally wrote the scene don’t actually make sense from the POV of the character taking the action (so I now have notes on what to fix), but it also ended up making me realise I really want to write a fic or at least some parts of a fic from this POV sometime. Honestly, I picked this particular scene to flip the POV on because it was the shortest of all the possible candidates at 1700 words. Then, it turned into essentially an introspective backstory and abbreviated history of my headcanon, shifted some of the themes/rationale for actions in THE ENTIRE FIC, and is now 3500 words on its own.

Maybe I’ll publish it as its own thing some day. It lacks some context for what’s going on and it definitely doesn’t END definitively, because it’s meant to be a scene in a larger fic, so idk. I mean, I’m definitely not ready to write it into its own full-length feature just yet, but it did make me think that maybe, in the unlikely event that I EVER run out of fic ideas to write, I can tell the Vincent and Christian getting together story from the POV of the pining, third-party observer that is Benjamin Thomas Davies.

For now… enjoy this bit. Or don’t. IDK I didn’t edit it and I basically just dumped a bunch of headcanon in the middle of what was otherwise a perfectly functional scene. But laaten we gaan, I guess.

A wall of heat slammed into Ben full force as he stepped out of his SUV.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “It’s proper boiling out here.”

From the other side of the vehicle,Coco threw his arms out wide and turned his face to the sun, a wide grin spread across his face. “It is a beautiful day, Benjamin.You should enjoy it. You Englishmen. You spend the whole year crying because of the cold and the rain and then when finally it is summer now it is too hot.

Ben fixed him with a glare. “First,I’m not an Englishman, thank you very much. Second, being that you seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that it continues to be scorching out here,your opinion is invalid.”

He stalked away towards the front door, leaving Coco behind him to laugh and shake his head.

Thankfully, Vincent pulled open the door a few seconds after Ben rang the bell, ushering them both into Christian’s house and out of the sun’s harsh glare. Ben gladly took him up on the invitation.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked before he was even through the door, not bothering to stop for pleasantries.

He and Coco had been on their way to dinner when Vincent had phoned out of the blue and asked him if he’d mind stopping by Christian’s house, of all places, for a visit. That had been at least half an hour ago now. He was fairly sure that if he didn’t get some food in it soon his stomach was going to start digesting itself.

“Coco and I were headed to dinner,but since you called we thought we’d stop and see if you wanted to join us.There’s a new place not far from here that I’ve been meaning to try. I had thought to wait until Christian was back, but now’s as good a time as any. This way we can give him the full report and save him from wasting his time if it’s terrible.”

“What?” Vincent blinked at him fora few moments, his lips pressed together, and his head tipped to the side. That was one thing about Vincent. You only had to look at him to figure out everything he was feeling at any given moment. “Dinner?”

“Yes,” Ben said, stepping past Vincent to make room for Coco to slip through the door behind him. “I suppose we could order in if you’d prefer. Lord knows I’d rather not go back outside if I don’t have to. We just figured we’d stop in and say hello since you called and we’ve not seen you for ages.”

He took a few more steps into the house, not bothering to stop and kick off his shoes. If Christian were here,he’d make a big show out of pointedly clearing his throat and staring down at Ben’s trainer-clad feet, but Ben was still holding out hope that despite his offers of ordering in they’d be on their way out again in a minute.

Behind him, Coco and Vincent exchanged greetings, something Ben really ought to have done himself. His nain would have been appalled at his behavior—marching into someone else’s house without even stopping for a hello.

“You look well,” Coco said. A simple statement, but Ben couldn’t help but agree.

He spun around and leaned against the wall beside the door to the kitchen, trying to look nonchalant and not at all like he was checking Vincent out. Not that that’s what he was doing.Vincent was a teammate—although, it wasn’t like he’d let something like that stop him before. But more than that, he was apparently bunking up with one of Ben’s best mates.

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t take a moment to appreciate.

During Vincent’s time at Spurs, his weight, such as it was—they were footballers after all, even Vincent’s tendency to hold a bit more bulk around the middle had hardly classified him as overweight—had been a sort of running joke throughout the locker room, with the Belgian trio even taking to calling him “our curvy striker.” Vincent was sensitive about the issue, Ben knew, but it had only made him a lot more fun to wind up about it.

Now, though, Vincent was fitter than Ben had ever seen him. Even clad in a loose white T-shirt and chinos, it was evident that he was thinner, his muscles more defined. Apparently a year away from London had done him a world of good.

Honestly, he ought to offer Christian some sort of congratulations, really.

“You do look fit,” he said. “And tan. I take it hols treated you well. What have you been up to? I hardly saw a thing from you on social media all summer.”

He didn’t miss the brief flash of panic that flickered across Vincent’s face, his eyes wide, and his body going rigid as he sucked in a sharp breath.

It had been an innocent question,really. Nothing out of the ordinary, and Ben certainly hadn’t anticipated it provoking that reaction.

Instead, Vincent almost regaining control of his face as he waved a hand dismissively and stuttered out, “Oh, you know, friends. Catching up with family. Time at the beach. The usual. Anyway,come in and sit down.”

Ben flicked Coco a questioning look at Vincent’s expert deflection of such a common question, but Coco only shrugged and trailed behind him as he led the way farther into the house. Ben stopped long enough to wriggle his feet out of his trainers, and then headed off after them.

Vincent led them towards the conservatory at the back of the house. The heat was still far too oppressive to spend any more time than necessary outdoors, but the conservatory, with its wide windows and bright spaces, afforded them a pleasant view of the back garden while sheltering them somewhat from the harsh sun.

Once there, Vincent started rearranging things, dragging the oversized wicker chairs lining the periphery into a circle around the glass-topped table Christian used whenever it was his turn to host board game nights or dinners with friends. Ben and Coco pitched in, the three of them working together to lift some of the heavier pieces into place until they’d managed a functional yet still cozy set-up in a shady spot near the centre of the room.

Furniture situated and everyone seated, Vincent flicked a glance back towards the kitchen.

“Now that I have rearranged,” he said, “I wonder if we should not go somewhere. I have only just arrived myself and Christian’s been away so there is not much to eat. I don’t even think I can offer you anything to drink unless you want orange juice or one of Christian’s fitness waters, He has an entire garage full of those, but nothing else.”

“Water’s fine for me,” Ben said.“The regular kind, not Christian’s lot. That stuff is vile. If you’d like, I can drive over to pick up some beers or the like. Properly enjoy our last few days before training starts up, yeah?”

“Hm,” Coco said. “But Christian must have something else to drink, no?”

Vincent shrugged. “I honestly do not know. It’s not as if I dug through the cupboards. You are welcome to do so,but don’t blame me if he gets angry about it.”

“Christian?” Coco said with a laugh. “Never.”

He slid out of his chair and disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. Ben could hear doors opening and closing, followed by a muffled exclamation in Spanish and then, a few moments later, what sounded like ice hitting glassware.

It sounded like whatever he was doing, he’d be at it for a while, so Ben decided he might as well see if he could get Vincent to spill whatever it was he was trying to cover up about how he’d spent his summer.

He leaned towards Vincent, resting one elbow on the arm of his chair. “So. You never said. Did you find yourself anywhere interesting on your hols? No exciting adventures for me this year.Popped down to Sardinia for a time, but I’d planned to be at the World Cup,so…you know.”

Once again, panic flashed across Vincent’s face. This time, it lingered longer, his eyes wide and a bit wild,his face flushing pink as he opened his mouth and then closed it again several times before actually speaking.

“It’s … as I said. I travelled a bit, although I did not go far from Istanbul. A friend wanted to visit the Black Sea coast. That is where we stayed, mostly.”

He dug into his pocket for his phone and scanned through his photos from the summer, angling the screen away from Ben’s line of sight as he flipped frantically through the images until he finally let out a sigh and held the phone out towards Ben.

“This is my friend, Roman,” he said, his face quirking into a soft smile as he scrolled through photo after photo of him and another man lounging shirtless on the beach or swimming in the ocean or leaning together with arms thrown about shoulders as they grinned behind tables piled with plates of food. “We are teammates together at Fenerbahce. Since neither of us were playing in the World Cup, we took time to meet up over the summer.”

Eventually, he came to a series taken of them playing beach volleyball with a group of people Ben didn’t recognise. From the looks of things, Vincent and this teammate of his—Roman—hadn’t fared too well in the match. Most of the photos seemed to be of Roman in various stages of falling over, ending with a whole sequence showing him sliding face down through the sand and finishing with him flashing Vincent a rude gesture.

The two looked … close. Very close. Ben wondered if he should be concerned.

It wasn’t his place, he knew.Whatever was going on between Vincent and Roman, or Vincent and Christian, for that matter, Ben didn’t need to get involved.

Still, Vincent was here in Christian’s house, living here while Christian was away, which implied there was still … something between them.

Then again, Ben had never officially confirmed that there was, in fact, anything between them in the first place. He was reasonably certain, of course. Their relationship was a bit of an open secret around the locker room, although Christian seemed as oblivious to that as he was to everything else in his life.

But Ben knew the signs. He knew what to look for. Especially when it came to Christian.

There was a time when Ben had felt a flush of jealous anger run through him whenever he saw Vincent and Christian together.From his first day at the club, Vincent had slotted into Christian’s life—Christian giving more and more of his time to Vincent, to the point that Ben had rarely seen him outside of training.

Ben had long since given up on anything happening between him and Christian, but that didn’t mean he was ready to sit back and watch as Christian fell well and truly in love.

And he had, that much was clear.Clearer to Ben than it had been to Christian or Vincent, from the looks of things. Ben knew all too well how oblivious Christian could be when it came to things like feelings or flirtations, so it wasn’t overly surprising that it took him a while to figure things out.

After a while, Ben had almost felt sorry for Vincent. He was clearly suffering.

“Can’t score on the pitch or off it, poor sod,” Eric had whispered under his breath one day in the Enfield players’ lounge. Vincent wasn’t even bothering to act casual as he slid one hand down Christian’s arm to rest on his elbow. Christian, predictably, just peered up at him with his customary look of wide-eyed confusion, then shrugged and jogged over to where Victor and Moussa were setting up for another round of Uno.

Vincent had watched him go, then thrown his head back and glared up at the ceiling with the same look of pure,unbridled anguish they’d all gotten used to seeing whenever one of his attempts at goal sailed wide of the mark. It had been all Ben could do not to pull him aside and toss him a bit of encouragement—“Don’t give up, mate. He’ll come around eventually.” Although, from what Ben had observed over the better part of two years, that might not actually be true.

And then one day, something had shifted.

Vincent’s flirtatious grins and longing gazes had turned into shy smiles and meaningful glances. Christian actually returning them now, the two of them flashing each other looks across the training pitch for hours on end. Christian always a little bit closer to Vincent at meal time, his eyes lingering the slightest bit longer whenever Vincent walked by. Then, finally, the two of them turning up everywhere together, flushed and slightly breathless and often looking like they’d just pulled an all-nighter.

He’d never mentioned it. It wasn’t his business, for one thing. For another, he’d known Christian for years and he could count the number of conversations they’d had about Christian’s romantic interests on one hand and still have fingers to spare. If Christian was happy—and,honestly, Ben had never seen him as clearly over the moon as he was with Vincent—then that was all that mattered.

And then … Vincent left.

Christian had always been one to remain calm and even-tempered—some might even say emotionless—in the face of whatever life happened to throw at him, so when he’d sprinted off down the hallway without bothering to shower or even change out of his training gear, Ben had started bracing for the worst.

Christian had been a mess since he’d arrived at the training centre that morning, without Vincent for once. If Ben was being honest, Christian had been off his game for a while now, the timing coinciding nicely with the swirls of rumours that Vincent would be leaving the club at the first opportunity. Still, Christian was a professional, and they all had a job to do. He’d turned up every day and done his work, bending his head in apology whenever a cross strayed too far afield or he mistimed a ball through the middle and left his teammates scrambling, but always the first to step back into position and try again.

That day, however, he may as well have been a ghost, his foot seeming to go through or over or around every ball,his usual intelligent gaze dull and his sharp crosses trickling weakly to the feet of the defenders—if he even managed to get a pass off in the first place without someone sliding in and taking the ball off his feet. Whenever someone called out to him, he’d drag his head up, distracted, as though he’d only just realised where he was and what might be going on.

“Vincent’s leaving,” Harry had said by way of explanation, sidling up beside Ben as they jogged off the pitch for lunch.

“What?”

“Vincent. He’s leaving tomorrow. Loan deal with Fenerbahçe in Istanbul. From what I heard, anyway.”

“Oh,” Ben had said, then, as the news sank in, swung his head until his gaze landed on Christian.

Head down, shoulders slumped, his whole body small and tight as he stared at his feet, not speaking, not even bothering to look at the crowd of people surrounding him. Jan and Mousa flanking him, arms flung over his shoulders. Toby a step behind, hand stretched out as though he were ready to catch Christian should he happen to fall.

Then, swinging back around to look over at Harry, who only nodded his agreement. “Yeah. Oh.”

It hadn’t gotten better from there.

Slowly, though, Christian had comeback to himself, spiraling down and down and down to the point where Ben wondered if he shouldn’t step in—intervene and ask Christian what he could do, how he could make it better. Christian always a step slower than usual, absent, distant, moving through life as though he were in a constant fog.

In the end, Ben had decided to leave well enough alone. If Christian wanted him to know the reason for his detachment, he’d say. Until then, Ben would gladly go back to being the friend who always showed up with a smile—and usually some drinks or a paper sack of food—whenever Christian called.

Eventually, they’d fallen back into their old rhythms, Ben slotting back into place in Christian’s life, and Christian as oblivious to Ben’s flirtations as ever. He never asked where Christian and Vincent stood; it didn’t matter. What mattered was that everything was back its proper place. Normality restored, as it were.

Now … Vincent here, living in Christian’s house. Inviting friends over to plan a surprise gathering to welcome Christian back to London.

He wondered if Vincent knew. If Christian had shown any signs of how miserable he’d been with Vincent gone. If he knew how hard everyone around Christian had worked to pick up the pieces and put him back together again.

They were adults, and Ben had to assume both Christian and Vincent knew what they were about, but he had to admit he wasn’t at all looking forward to watching Christian go through it all again. Especially not if Vincent was about to make things even more complicated.

“This is your…teammate, you said?” Ben asked, his words coming out clipped and hesitant. “You two look…close.”

All Vincent said in response was,“Yes.”

Ben opened his mouth, ready to ask any number of follow up questions, not the least of which was ‘Does Christian know you’re involved with someone else?’, but but before he got the chance Coco reappeared, holding two glasses of an orangeish-brown liquid.

“For you, amigos. I knew Christian would still have the Campari I left with him a while ago. Perfect to chase away the heat of the day.” He handed a glass to each of them, ice cubes clinking against the sides, then ducked back around the corner for his own.

Ben bit the words off his tongue as he accepted the glass. It was mercifully cold in his hand, beads of condensation already pooling on his thumb and forefinger.

Vincent was staring down at his drink like he thought it might jump out of the glass and bite him. True, Coco tended to mix things strong, but everything he served up tended to go down smoothly.

“Drink, drink,” Coco said, flitting his hand around palm up in the universal gesture for ‘drink up’.

Ben shrugged and took a sip. He’d not had dinner yet, so the drink was bound to go straight to his head, but it was his last few free days before training again, so he figured he may as well have some fun.

“Not bad. You’re right. Reminds me of a beach somewhere, salt in the air from the ocean, not a cloud in sight. A fitting way to see out our last days of summer.”

“Absolutely, yes,” Coco replied.

Vincent narrowed his eyes at the glass. “This will not end up like the last time I let you make me a drink, will it?”

Coco let out a full-throated laugh, his head tipped back towards the ceiling, free hand pressed to his chest. “Who can know the future? Although, I think it will not be quite the same, no. For one thing, Christian is not here. So.”

Ben set his drink on the table and leaned closer. “This sounds like a story I need to hear.”

“It definitely is not,” Vincent said, cutting Coco off before he could fill Ben in. “I made the mistake of letting Coco test out a new drink recipe on me and ended up very much regretting it. That is all we will say.”

Ah, and that had to be about this past Christmas.

Vincent turning up in London and Christian secreting him away upstairs. Feigning an illness and practically shoving Ben out the door of his house. The two of them sharing what all observers had described as an absolutely filthy kiss in the midst of Jan and Sophie’s Christmas gathering. Christian, when asked about it, had flushed nearly crimson and tried to pass it off as nothing, mumbling something about mistletoe and Coco and Vincent always getting overly familiar when he was drunk, but Ben knew better.

Ben laughed and put a hand on Vincent’s shoulder. “Oh, mate. We’ve all been there. Trust me.”

Coco grinned and tipped his head to the side in acknowledgement before raising his glass, causing Vincent and Ben to break into laughter.

After they’d regained themselves, Ben raised his own glass towards Coco, the others leaning forward to clink their glasses against his in a silent ‘cheers’.

“Enough about the past,” Vincent said. “About Christian’s welcome.”

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Silver Screen Surprise

Written for Prompt #74 on @cutiepieprompts: Muse A and Muse B are watching a movie together, when suddenly an unexpected sexy/sexual scene comes on, causing extreme awkwardness between them, as they are crushing on each other but not yet together. (The fic is more “unexpected romantic scene.”)

The movie the group is watching is based on the “Action Husbands” series by @boazpriestly, which you can read more about here. The name of the movie was chosen by a name generator here.

Fandom: Hawaii Five-0 (2010) Pairing: Steve/Danny Rating: T (some light cursing) Word Count: 2585 Notes: Set after 7.10 since events from that episode are mentioned. Also, for the purposes of this story, Steve and Danny are conveniently single.

It was a Friday evening after a long week, and the team planned to watch a movie together. Kono had been telling Lou about how the group watched CHiPs together one time and the hilarious argument Steve and Danny had about which one of them would be Ponch, and Lou had remarked that he had never watched TV with the team at the office. Therefore, the team decided to make a night of it. Steve, Danny, Kono, and Lou were waiting for Chin to come back with a movie that he wanted to rent from Redbox.

Lou had made a bunch of popcorn for everyone, and Danny asked him to serve a portion for two people in a larger bowl. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but he gave Danny a large bowl of popcorn.

Danny and Lou returned to the table, where Kono and Steve were waiting for them. Lou sat down next to Kono and gave her an individual bowl of popcorn and kept the other for himself. Danny put the smaller bowl of popcorn in the empty seat next to him and sat down next to Steve, scooting his chair closer until it was pressed up against Steve. Steve put his arm around the back of Danny's chair, and Danny put the popcorn between them where they could both easily reach it. Danny took a bite of their popcorn and leaned against Steve's side as much as he could while they were sitting in separate chairs.

“What?” Steve asked. He sounded tense, and Danny glanced up at Steve and noted that his face was set in a worried frown.

Danny turned his attention to Kono and Lou, who were staring at them with wide eyes. Kono's shock melted away to be replaced by that amused expression she had sported when she caught Danny touching Steve's lower back in Steve's office. There had been a completely plausible explanation for why Danny had been touching Steve like that, but Kono had not been there for the conversation that would give Danny's actions context. To Kono, it probably looked like Danny had been coming on to Steve.

Which was totally not what this was. Steve and Danny always ended up snuggling or leaning into each other when they watched movies together and had ended up laughing and talking to each other even when they went on that double date with their girlfriends Cath and Gabby. It was just a little quirk of theirs, and it was completely innocent.

At least on Steve's part, because Steve was straight and had no idea that Danny was hopelessly pining away for him. And hopefully he would never know. Danny knew he could never have more with Steve, and he wanted to keep Steve's friendship, free from the drama that might occur if Danny ever revealed his true feelings.

If Danny got an occasional guilty pleasure tingle up his spine from Steve doing things because he lacked companionship that would read differently to most people (like cuddling him during a movie), there was nothing wrong with that.

Danny ignored Kono whispering something to Lou and the amused looks on both of their faces and gestured with the popcorn bowl to Steve. “You want some of this, babe?”

Steve gave him a fond, close-lipped smile and took a handful of popcorn. “Thanks, Danno.”

Chin entered the room and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the way Steve and Danny were sitting before he shook off his surprise and turned to the group. “I got the movie, Maximum Justice.”

Danny recognized the title because he had seen some promos for it in the theaters. It looked like an entertaining buddy cop action film starring Vin Diesel and The Rock, but Danny had never actually seen it.

“I was thinking about seeing that, but I never got the chance when it was out in theaters,” Kono said.

“Me neither,” Chin said. “That's why I thought it would be a good one to rent.”

“Samantha told me she saw it with her boyfriend when it came out,” Lou said. “She said that it was... interesting.”

There seemed to be a significant weight to the word Lou used, interesting. But maybe Danny was just being paranoid. It had been a fairly tough week for all of them. Maybe watching this movie would give Danny a chance to relax.

He quickly got absorbed in the storyline and characters, which were well-developed for an action movie. He could kind of relate to the Vin Diesel character, Andy, who had a daughter, Cynthia. Thirty minutes into the movie, the movie revealed that Cynthia was transgender in a low-key way Danny hadn't been expecting.

“Huh, it's nice they added that to the movie,” Chin said.

Danny nodded and glanced around the table. Everyone, including Steve, seemed impressed by that. He rested his head against the back of Steve's arm, which had drifted down slightly from its position on the top of Danny's chair, and continued to watch the movie.

As the movie continued, Danny kept wondering when one of the guys’ girlfriends would show up. In a lot of these buddy cop movies, at least one of the guys would have a wife or girlfriend, even though the focus of the movie was on the partnership and the friendship between the two men.

That friendship was obviously close, if the “bickering like an old married couple jokes” the guys kept getting from other characters were any indication. They did argue somewhat, since The Rock's character, Matt, was more of a risk-taker and Andy was more of a guy who preferred to do things by the book, but they were constantly smiling at each other and giving each other casual touches. In between the action sequences, the film showed the two characters hanging out and doing stuff together outside of work. They had special nicknames for each other and inside jokes, and they generally just seemed thrilled to be in each other's company.

“These guys kind of remind me of Steve and Danny,” Kono said.

This was what his relationship with Steve would be like if he wasn't a pathetic, pining idiot, Danny thought. It's how it appeared to outsiders, anyway. Danny reached his hand forward in the popcorn bowl and stilled when he felt the back of his hand brushing against Steve's. He swore that he could feel static electricity between them, and his heart was racing just from the way Steve's hand was barely touching his.

Steve's hand had frozen in the bowl, and he was gazing down at Danny with an expression Danny couldn't interpret.

Danny withdrew his hand from the bowl and chuckled feebly. “Sorry.”

Steve blinked and took out another handful of popcorn. “Don’t worry about it.”

Steve sagged in his seat and sighed as if he was deeply disappointed about something. Danny couldn't make heads or tails of Steve’s behavior.

The climax of the movie approached, and Matt was pacing as he worked with a team that included the other cops who had been featured in the movie to deal with a situation in which the main villain of the film was holding a group of people hostage. Andy and Cynthia were included in that group.

Steve's hand tightened on Danny's shoulder, and Danny wondered if Steve was thinking about the winter formal, when Danny and Grace had been held hostage at Grace's school. He glanced up at Steve's face to see that he was intensely focused on the movie.

Finally, the team of cops was able to storm the warehouse where the hostages were being kept. Matt immediately sought out Andy and Cynthia. The daughter rushed forward to hug Matt, which reminded Danny of how Grace and Steve had hugged once all of the terrorists were gone at that dance.

Matt stepped over towards Andy, and they embraced each other in a meaningful way. The hug lasted for a really long time, but Danny just chalked it up to the heightened emotions from the situation they had just been in.

“I was so worried,” Matt said. He pulled away slightly, but his hands were still resting on Andy's shoulders.

Andy glanced down at Matt's shoulders, and he released a deep sigh. “When that guy was holding a gun on all of us, it made me think of all the things I wish I had done with my life. My biggest regret was not telling you this...” Andy paused before gazing right into Matt's eyes. “I love you, Matt.”

“Whoa!” Kono exclaimed. “What's happening right now?”

Lou grinned and shook his head. “Just keep watching.”

Matt was stroking Andy's cheek with his hand, and Danny was starting to feel just as confused as Kono was. Matt's grin was lighting up his entire face. “I love you, too.” And then they started... kissing?

Danny's mouth hung open in shock while Lou burst into laughter. Apparently, Lou had been spoiled for this particular twist. Danny thought Kono might react first, but instead it was Steve, who began coughing.

Shit, is he choking?! Danny patted Steve's back roughly. “Are you all right?”

Steve coughed a couple of more times and nodded. “I'm fine.” His voice was hoarse, but, otherwise, he seemed to be okay. “I just picked a really bad time to eat popcorn.”

“Yeah, but I don't think you could have planned to see Vin Diesel and The Rock making out on screen,” Kono said with an enormous smile. "Not that I object at all.”

Danny looked back at the screen to see that the two actors were indeed, still kissing. And really selling it, too. The whole thing looked very passionate and emotional. At least until one of the background characters told Matt and Andy to get a room.

“Man, I hate that guy,” Steve said.

Danny stared at his partner with wide eyes. Was he enjoying seeing the two main characters make out or something?

It's probably not that. Danny watched as Andy suggested that he and Matt go home. The couple left the scene with Andy's daughter.

Lou grinned. “Aww, well that's just cute. Look at them acting like an adorable little family.”

Danny's heart raced in his chest. The couple and the daughter resembled how he and Steve had been after the end of the dance.

The next scene definitely did not resemble him and Steve after the dance. According to a brief title screen, it was the next morning, and the camera did a slow pan to reveal the two characters in bed. Together. And shirtless, with a sheet below their waists, which suggested that the viewer was supposed to assume that they were naked.

All they were doing was kissing, and Danny felt like goosebumps were forming on his arms. He had watched a romantic comedy with Steve before and they had seen The Notebook together on the couch that one Halloween, but this felt different. Both of the couples in those movies had been a man and a woman, but it felt so much more suggestive to have two men kissing on screen while Steve's arm was wrapped around his shoulders. The fact that Danny wanted to do exactly that with Steve had Danny valiantly attempting to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

He shot another look at Steve to see how he was taking this. Frankly, Danny was surprised that Steve hadn't removed his arm from Danny's shoulders yet. His breath caught when he saw that Steve was staring right at him and especially when his gaze lowered to Danny's lips. Was Danny imagining things?

Chin's thoughtful humming noise distracted Danny from the hypnotic spell Steve was casting with his eyes. “You know, I thought this was just gonna be a typical buddy cop movie. I definitely wouldn't have expected this from what they advertised in theaters.”

“It's supposed to be a twist,” Lou replied. “It looks a lot different when you know what's already going to happen.”

“You could have told us,” Kono teased. “Might have saved Steve from inhaling his popcorn.”

Lou shook his head vehemently. “And miss seeing the way y'all reacted?! Hell nah!”

“Speaking of which, what did you think, Danno?”

During all of their talking, the movie had transitioned to show Andy and Matt having breakfast together with Cynthia. The sequence was very domestic.

Danny breathed in and out deeply. It felt like Steve was asking him about more than just the movie.

“Well, I didn't know what was going to happen like Chin, so for a while, I was wondering when a girlfriend or wife would show up. But then the kiss happened, and the lack of girlfriends made sense. I mean, look at them...” He gestured vaguely at the screen, where Matt served up a plate of pancakes to Cynthia, before he dropped a kiss on Andy's lips and Cynthia giggled. “They look perfect together.”

Kono smiled over at Danny. “Aww, Danny, that was really sweet.”

Steve leaned in to whisper in Danny's ear. “I think they look perfect together, too.”

Danny was starting to think he wasn't imagining things. Maybe Steve had been having the same thoughts he had been having, making the same connections between their lives and the lives of Matt and Andy. Danny felt hope breaking through his typical negative thoughts, and he let himself bask in the sensation.

The movie concluded and Chin walked to the DVD player as the credits rolled. “Well, I guess they didn't need girlfriends.” Chin opened the DVD player and put the DVD back in its case. He smiled serenely at the group, focusing most of his attention on Steve and Danny. “I think they just needed each other.”

Kono laughed. “You have good taste in movies, but that was really lame, cuz.” She yawned and stretched exaggeratedly. “Wow, look at the time! I better get home soon.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, me too.” Lou stood up as well.

Danny rolled his eyes at their poor acting. It wasn't that late. They were obviously just pretending to be tired so that Steve and Danny could have “alone time.”

The door swung behind Chin as he followed Lou and Kono out of the room. For a couple of moments, Steve and Danny sat in an awkward silence until Steve turned his chair at an angle so that he was facing Danny.

“Hey, Danny, just, uh, hypothetically speaking...”

“Of course.” Danny nodded, trying not to grin too hard.

“If we were in a buddy cop movie, do you think the girlfriends would show up at some point?”

Danny shook his head. He started to lean in and let his goofy smile break through. “No. Hypothetically, do you think we would surprise everyone?”

Steve beamed as he leaned in further, and his gaze traveled down to Danny's lips again. “Yeah. Hypothetically.”

Danny closed the small distance between their lips, and the kiss they shared was not hypothetical. It was filled with laughter because Steve was apparently so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and Danny ended up kissing his teeth. The next one was more tender, because after Danny finally stopped laughing, Steve cradled Danny's face in his hands and kissed him with all of the emotion he had been suppressing (which was a lot since Steve often had trouble expressing his feelings). Most importantly, the kisses were no longer imaginary or on a movie screen. They were very real, and they were very Steve and Danny, happy together as they should be.

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