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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Nancy Drew 2x10

Thoughts While Watching

Spoiler Alert!!

YO- THE- WHAT IS THAT-

Pls the Ryan puns, I can’t even lmaooo. Wholesome Nancy? PLEASE LMAOOOOO OK OK THIS GIRL IS MAKING ME LAUGH. oh no- the straw: SHE KNOWS. ms reporter is gonna DNA test nancy.

Is aces contact info for his bro “long lost brother”? GEORGE IS A RENTAL CAR? Pls. George has abs- I think I have a crush ngl. Bess knows- ODETTE IS CRUSHING ON BESS. Nick and Bess are about to be sister wives no cap.

Apparently he is Tamura, not Tamara... I’ve been calling him the second this whole time- was no one gonna tell me?! Oh enemies to lovers 250k words I see how it is. JOKING, JOKING. We don’t ship nancy and tamura.

“I thought I smelled bacon” OH PERIOD GIL. Sass king, I love. Oh Nancy getting all up in his space is something else. Good to see that Gil is rockin with ghosts, as he should.

“Typical waitress occurrence” okay, Tamura is kind of growing on me. He’s a little funny. “Whatever do you mean, another?” Ace stop trying to lie please. HOW OLD IS TAMURA- oh he’s like a history guy... I really just thought he was like an eternal being for a sec. “the supernatural detective and the basic one”

OMG BESS IS FALLING FOR ODETTE IN GEORGE’s BODY. and nick is seeing a contractor. (Awkward thumbs up). I STILL THINK GRANT IS A MURDERER. pls Nancy’s lil cheesey smile is so cute and funny.

Ryan coming off all smoldery, okay Riley smith. Own that swag.

Bess falling over made me laugh. Odette coming thru with the skating skill. Odess? Bessdette?? I love. Ace’s brother??? ALCOHOL- ODETTE. ACE HELP A GIRL OUT HERE!!!?

Tamura got left at the alter. NO WAY I WAS RIGHT LMAO sorry Tamura lol I know you got left at the alter or whatever but I like being right. PLS HES SO SARCASTIC ABOUT THE DRESS THEORY NO- AHAHA HES KILLING ME. (poor word choice but the point stands).

OH NO I SAW THIS NICK CLIP ON THE IG- IF THIS BITCH LIGHTS MY MAN ON FIRE I STG. NAH NAH NAH HES STUCK IN THERE. WITH A MURDERER.

OH M G. I SAW GAY SO I SAID GAY. THEYRE IN LOVE. ODETTE AND BESS IS SO CUTE. I love the French accent too.

OH NO NICK- DON’T GET LIT ON FIRE MAN, YEAH DUH THE DOOR IS WELDED SHUT- OH THEY BUSTED THAT DOWN LIKE NOTHING. Fire extinguisher fight.

SALT AND BURN, HOES. WHY WOULD YOU BREATHE IN THE SMOKE WTF

My girl nancy just fainted omg. I’m cackling at the prospect of what’s about to happen. BESS AND GEORGE GOT ARRESTED- GEORGES HAIR. what’s going on rn. “My face isn’t working yet” MOOD.

IM CACKLING OMFG TAMURA SLOW MO- pack it up property brother number three. “Were you just waking in slow motion” MY GIRL IS STRUGGLING. she’s trying so hard. GIL TOO- OKAY BUT GIL IS HOT- “so smoldery” YES MAAM HE IS. GOOD TASTE GIRL. She’s petting him? “No seriously get me away from them” the way she said that is sending me- she’s so freaked.

FANSON RIGHTS!! NANCY NOOOO. NO NANCY. STOP PETTING GEORGE’s BOYFRIEND PLEASE NANCY. THE HAIR- THE HAIR. I don’t blame her not gonna lie, I would also want to touch his hair. “I’ll kill Annette” MAAM JEALOUS MUCH OMFG. “Your palms are really sweaty” ACE STOP OMFG. Wow sis snapped there omg.

They locked her... in the freezer.

He FOUND the brother- ACE HARDY ACE HARDY ACE HARDY PLEASE. Ace half Hardy? Okay we’ve paused the show so I can do some math: so Ace’s dad was the Marshall for mom 1 and father to brother. And also father to ace but different mother. Okay we got it. Bess and Ace are such a cute friendship.

Aw FANSON YAY. “We’re gonna work on it okay? And we’re gonna get better at it.” PLEASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT OMG. o nancy ruined the moment.

“She’s okay. Just a lil boy crazy” RYAN IS SO CONFUSED OMG.

Nancy having a breakdown in the freezer is a mood. Is she about to stab someone- NO SHES BREAKING OUT OF THE FREEZER. THEYRE ALL THERE OH NO. why’d she go over the railing like that I’m laughing so hard- SHE JUST BODY SLAMMED GEORGE OMFG IM SCREAMING LMAO

OH GOD THEY CAN HEAR GEORGE AND NANCY FIGHTING FROM THE FRONT- i love the absolute dragging that’s going on here, honestly vibes. it’s like they’re feeding a child.

The girls are fighting (Tamura and Gil) NICK JUST KICKED THEM OUT.

I thought she was gonna escape lmao. WHY DOES SHE RUN LIKE THAT OMG AHAHHAHA. oh no Tamura is... they’re gonna kiss Rn I’m gonna barf ew. STOP MOVING SO SLOW JUST GET IT OVER WITH SO I CAN LOOK AWAY PLS. oh nvm she’s good now. She just dipped and Tamura is like: what now

LOVE THIS GIRL TALK OMG. YES PLS NANCY. Did George just emoji? AW GIRL HUG. I love the friend moment here, pls the sleuth sisters are the CUTEST trio.

HIS BROTHER IS IN TOWN? PETTY BESS I LOVE HER.

aw poor Tamura... oh no omg I actually feel bad for him now :( aw besties!!! Teamwork moment here, I love. HE TOTALLY HAS A CRUSH ON NANCY AND IDK HOW TO FEEL 😭

WHAT OMG DID ACES DAD GET KIDNAPPED? That might just be an old photo I’m kinda dumb ngl

NANCY CHOSE GIL? ARE THEY ABOUT TO KISS RIGHT- yup they just kissed.

RYAN IS SMILING WHEN HES TEXTING HER OH NO. HES GONNA GET HIS HEART BROKEN 😭

DAMN IT VAL. NO NEED TO OUT NANCY AS THE GRANDCHILD, HOLY CRAP.

Okay, so the episode is over, but I KNEW one of them was gonna fall in love with a ghost. KNEW IT! But on the down low, Bess and Odette are cute.

Sister:

Literal GASP at Ryan’s photo shoot. Like sat up like she rose from the dead and gasped SO LOUD- Yeah we’re both Riley smith groupies, what about it.

(When they locked nancy in the freezer) “I gotta ask. Is the meat hook still in there?”

Here are some more (ignore the contact image please lmao the vibe in my phone is random pics of my friends/family):

So the only explanation you really need is she LOVES Riley Smith, and is definitely crushing on Ryan lmao. She literally GASPED so loud at model Ryan.

And she’s not a huge fan of Tamura x Nancy. Tbh idk how I feel yet.

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #ned nickerson #ace nancy drew #alex saxon #bess marvin #george fan #george fayne #nick nancy drew #leah lewis #madison jazaini #tunji kasim #ryan hudson #riley smith #detective tamura #odette lamar

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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could we get pt. 3 of zoom interrupted??? i need to know what happened after the second meeting.

I know I already did the part 3. So how’s about a part 4?

Zoom Interrupted Masterlist

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Rowan was trying not to zone out for the tenth time in this Zoom meeting. But he was just so tired. He had been taking care of Elsie almost entirely by himself, Aelin was still not feeling her best and she was tired all the time so it was Rowan pulling the hard yards. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t the one creating a human life. But it just meant he had a hard time focusing on work, especially when his daughter was being adorably distracting. She was doing things like lining up small horse toys on his desk, asking him to open snacks or a packet of crayons in her cute little voice.

Aelin wasn’t home, she had gone for a check up and a scan, and because of the current conditions he wasn’t allowed to go with her. Plus there was the fact they had a toddler who no one was really allowed to babysit anyway. So Rowan had stayed home and left the study door open so that Elsie could walk in and out as she pleased and he could keep an ear out for what she was up to. Right now he heard a dragging noise and then she came through the door, her mini backpack dragging behind her. Rowan smiled at her and she gave him a toothy grin in return.

“Whitethorn.”

Rowan nearly jumped at Lorcan’s voice, but managed to keep his cool. “Yes?”

“I’m going to pretend this isn’t the third time I’ve asked you for those numbers,” Lorcan said, but his voice was lacking it’s usual harshness. He was the most understanding of all Rowan’s colleagues, with a hellion like Korbin running their household.

“Yeah, one sec,” Rowan started lifting the toys on his desk to find the paper that he needed. As he did there was a screech and Rowan froze, looking over at his daughter.

She started waving her hands, her brow furrowed in her distress as she said, “No, no, no, no, no.”

She toddled over and Rowan tried to figure out what she was upset about. Then he looked at what he held in his hand. He had moved her horses. Muffled laughter sounded from his screen, they all knew that laughing at Elspeth was a dangerous game if she wasn’t in on the joke.

“Sorry, little love,” Rowan said, putting the horse back where he found it as Elsie glared up at him. “Dada just needed to get his papers.”

“Ta!” Elsie said, raising one hand and doing a grabby action.

Rowan took a guess at what she was asking for and started handing her her horses and she put them in her backpack, one by one. When she was done she left, taking her full backpack with her. That left Rowan to go back to looking for the page he needed. It seemed that Elsie had been in his papers as well and they were all mixed up. His colleagues were chatting amongst themselves while they waited. Rowan knew if it had been any other day they would have been ripping into him, telling him to hurry up, but instead they were being lenient. Finally, Rowan found the page he was looking for, but his face fell when he saw he couldn’t read it because it was covered in thick, black texta lines.

Rowan shook his head, “Hold on, I’ll have to grab it off my laptop again.” Frazzled, he grabbed his laptop from the corner of the desk. When he opened it he saw it was almost out of battery and he didn’t want it cutting out mid sentence. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Ducking under the desk Rowan grabbed the charging cord, Elsie calling his name from right next to him made him jump and he smacked his head on the underside of the desk. He bit back his curse, not wanting Elsie to repeat it. When he emerged she was holding out a hat to him, one of Aelin’s. It was a blue felt thing with a pink ribbon around it, with a wide and floppy brim.

“Do I have to?” Rowan asked.

Elsie stepped closer, offering it to him. With a sigh he took it and put it on.

“Looking good, Rowan,” Vaughan teased.

“It really makes your complexion pop,” Connall added.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rowan said, not even looking at the desktop while he looked at his laptop screen.

Elsie was unpacking her horses again, lining them back up on the desk, Rowan didn’t try to stop her.

“Ok, I’ve got it,” Rowan said and started rattling off his report. The brim of the hat kept falling into his face so he went to take it off. There was another screech and Rowan’s heart just about stopped in his chest. “Gods damn it.”

“Dammit!” Elsie parroted back to him.

“Ah — no,” Rowan stammered, “don’t say that, alright?”

Fenrys just laughed at him and the others joined in. Then Fenrys lent forward, “Elsie, sweetheart, what you got there?”

She could barely see over the top of the desk but she looked up at the screen and held up one of her toy horses to show Fenrys. “Neigh,” she said by way of explanation.

“Oh, a horse,” Fenrys said very seriously. “Do you have anymore?”

Elise started to babble away, showing Fenrys toy after toy as he nodded and gushed over when he showed her, not understanding her in the slightest. Rowan gave his friend a grateful look as the distraction let him remove the hat. Soon Elsie had gone through all the horses and then pointed to Fenrys.

“‘Tay dere,” she told Fenrys and she toddled out of the study.

With the distraction gone Rowan continued to go through his report. Elsie came back in and Rowan assumed she had just brought in another toy to show her audience but then there was a choking noise, and he looked up to see Gavriel choking on his drink. Confused, Rowan looked down to Elsie and he felt his cheeks flush.

“Ahhh ffffuuuu...dgeballs,” Rowan muttered and then could only stare.

Lorcan noticed next and snorted.

Rowan felt as though his face was burning. Elsie had somehow managed to find an empty condom box and was now using it as what looked like to be disproportionate stable for her horses. The box bent out of shape as she tried to cram them in.

“Wait, what?” Fenrys blurted out as he registered what Elsie had. “If you had those… Oh, it’s empty, that explains things.”

“Mute him now!” Gavriel said, his voice strained still recovering from his choking.

There were murmurs of agreement and then Fenrys said, “What, wh —“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Lorcan muted him. He flipped off the rest of his colleagues.

“What is going on?”

Rowan turned to see Aelin standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face as she took in the scene before her.

“Why is Elsie using that box as a house?” Aelin asked, not embarrassed in the slightest. “And why is Fenrys holding up a sign with insults written on it?”

Rowan looked at the screen and Fenrys was indeed holding up a sign featuring some colourful language. Lucky Elsie couldn't read yet.

“Want to see something?” She asked Rowan. He nodded and she pulled out a photo from her pocket. ��There is our little baby.”

Rowan looked at the little black and white photo, the writing in the top corner reading 9 week + 2 days. In the middle was a little figure that was just starting to look like a real teeny tiny human, with a head and little limbs. But there it was and Rowan couldn’t help the tears that were stinging at his eyes.

When he was done he handed it back to Aelin and she turned it to show everyone on the screen. They all ooo-ed and ahh-ed, Fenrys held up a sign that said congratulations, Connall said it was already looking like Rowan and Aelin exclaimed, “That’s what I said!” Elsie reached up, doing her grabby hands again and Rowan lifted her into his lap. Aelin passed her the photo as she then rested on Rowan’s knee and talked to her uncle, the meeting very well and truly derailed once again.

“What dis?” Elsie asked, pointing to the photo.

“That’s the baby that’s growing in Mummy’s tummy. That’s your baby brother or sister,” Rowan explained.

“Baby,” Elsie said as she touched the photo. “Essie baby.” Then she hugged the photo to her chest.

Aelin turned precariously so she could watch her daughter, no doubt catching a glimpse of what was happening on the screen. Her eyes were starting to brim with tears and she lent down to kiss Rowan.

“And I think we’re done,” Lorcan said and Rowan’s screen went entirely black as he was disconnected, leaving the family to enjoy this moment on their own.

~~~~~

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starryseo · 5 years

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date. | hwang hyunjin

this gif?? is a godsend??

pairing ↠ hyunjin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ some poorly-written fluff? slight enemies to lovers?? detective au!

wc ↠ 3234

summary ↠ friday evenings shouldn't be spent staring at case files. luckily, the universe has made plans for you.

warnings ↠ a biiit of swearing

a/n ↠ wow this is long overdue! hope you all enjoy reading this :') sorry in advance for the awkward spacing, i wrote this on a google doc first (and deleted it like a dumbass) so ig the copy+pasting got weird.

Normally, Friday evenings would be spent at home, under several warm blankets and dim lights, your only company being a tub of Cookies and Cream ice cream, enough sweets to make your teeth ache and Chris Evans (he may be in your TV screen, but, for now, that presence is more than enough). But, clearly, Captain Woojin Kim has it out for you since he’s kept your squad and several others back to fish through a ship load of paperwork. You’re certain he’s adding more manila folders to your toppling pile each time you blink, your hands ache as you swap between signing papers and typing up incident reports.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you notice it’s only been half an hour of filing, the clock’s hands ticking just past 5 o’clock. You reach for the mug of coffee that your Captain had so graciously gifted you before dropping the paperwork bombshell. Groaning at the realisation that your mug is now empty, you drop your head on the table. This wasn’t supposed to be a normal Friday evening; sure, filling in reports were different plans to your usual Netflix and chill, but on this particularly fine Friday, you actually had plans. Real plans. You hadn’t been extremely thrilled earlier this week for the blind date your friend had set up for you today, but now? Anything would be better than listening to Jisung repeat every single thing he was writing and typing and thinking. No amount of coffee could ever give you enough energy to deal with him.

You let out another groan, stretching your arms above your head, before grabbing your coffee mug to get a refill. Suddenly, you become a coffee boy as Jisung, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Felix and Minho -- who wasn’t even part of your team -- thrust out their arms, each of them holding an empty mug begging to be filled once more. Rolling your eyes, you walked straight past all of them to focus on your own mug. You laughed when they muttered curses, most choosing to continue with their reports. You set up the coffee machine, listening to its dull droning tone until the door swings open behind you.

“Thank you so much for the refill, y/n,” Hyunjin drawled, sarcasm slipping easily between his words, as he stood beside you.

“Anytime, Hyunjin.” You were not in the mood for Hyunjin’s quips -- especially not because he looked perfectly energetic when you could barely keep your eyes open. You huffed when the machine stopped working, letting out a long groan. “Stupid machine!”

“Step aside, let the master work his magic,” Hyunjin boasted, bumping you aside with his hip as he stretched his arms out in front of him, lacing his fingers together to crack them. He whacked the side of the machine harshly, grinning when it sputtered back to life, “That’s magic, baby!” He turned to you with a smirk, raising his eyebrows.

“Wow, that was so impressive.” You deadpanned, nudging him back in a similar manner. You placed your mug under the dispenser, pressing the button to fill it up.

“Worked like a charm,” his smirk never left and he turned to face you, leaning against the counter.

“Oh, definitely, I’m swooning,” you rolled your eyes -- a common gesture whenever you spoke to Hyunjin -- before grabbing your mug and stepping away.

“I knew you’d fall for me eventually.” He stayed unmoving, brown eyes practically teasing a reaction out of you.

And that was exactly why you could never have a proper conversation with the man. You’ve had your fair share of cocky men -- interrogating overconfident pimps was never your favourite task -- but at least you got paid to deal with those rich guys. There wasn’t enough money in the world to incite you into a willing conversation with Hyunjin. To the others, he was an absolute angel, going out of his way to help them, always cracking jokes to lighten the mood; to you, he was the devil’s incarnate: constantly looking for new ways to annoy you, taunting you at every possible instance -- the only time he’d gone out of his way for you was when he nitpicked through 5 of your cases, correcting any spelling mistakes and gaps. Long story short, Hwang Hyunjin was annoying. Great at his job -- there was no doubt about that -- but infuriating nonetheless.

“Anyway,” you sighed out, “goodbye, Hyunjin!”

Just as your free hand grabbed hold of the door knob, he yelled, “Wait!” Another sigh left you as you dropped the handle to turn around, raising a brow at him. A smirk briefly fluttered across his face, not quick enough for you to miss and it left you mentally questioning why you were still listening to him. “I heard you had a date tonight.” He watched you carefully, eyes meticulously observing every slight movement you made; you bit your tongue, not wanting to play into his games. When you gave no visible response, he continued, “Is it true?” He tilted his head innocently, but he was far from it, and you knew that.

You were sure he knew the answer to his own question, so why bother asking? To annoy you, of course.

“You’re a detective, work it out.”

Shutting your last folder, you heaved out a long sigh, rubbing the fatigue from your eyes. You were finally done. If you left now, you’d make it back to your apartment with enough time to shower before you needed to get ready and leave.

You grabbed the set of files you had just completed, pushing yourself away from your desk to put them away in the correct places. When you get back to your desk, Captain Woojin is there and you’re already dreading what he has to say.

“You’ve finished, right, y/n?”

Great. He probably had a ton of files in his office that needed completing, if the load in his hand was reflective of anything. He was probably watching and waiting -- like some sort of apex predator, a ravenous shark -- for someone to finish so he could dish out even more files, because who makes plans on a Friday evening? It wouldn’t hurt to lie to him, would it? No harm would be done, right?

“Yeah, I’m done.” You couldn’t lie. It would just hurt your conscience. Maybe this was a sign from the universe to not go on that blind date.

"Great, I can take those files for you, could you just drop this package off at the front desk?"

"Yeah, no problem." Could it be? Freedom? "Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you. Wouldn't want to keep your date waiting, right?"

The smile that had just started forming on your face was instantly wiped away when you saw the small grin on his face. He stacked the remaining files in his hand on Hyunjin's desk before leaving. You barely registered the snickers that left Hyunjin and Seungmin as you said your goodbyes and finally took leave.

Why did you ever think telling Felix about it was a good idea? Damn Detectives and their love for gossip.

It was a rush job but you made it on time. Getting home was fairly quick since you missed the rush hour traffic, and you're pretty sure that was the quickest you've ever showered and gotten ready in - if your date didn't appreciate all this effort, you were going to flip.

The place was fairly fancy -- low lighting, regal colours, the whole shebang -- and when the waiter led you to the reserved table, you couldn't help but look around at other diners' plates. Seriously, where was the rest of the meal? What was the point in having great tasting food if it barely filled you up? The pizza place a couple of blocks down seemed much more appealing right now, but you had to at least try to have fun today.

15 minutes. It had only been fifteen minutes but your eyes were drooping and your date still wasn't here. Once another ten went by, you picked up your phone and messaged the oh-so-amazing friend of yours that had set up this date in the first place.

You: chan???

You: hes not here and im tired, can i go home now??

Chan: He's not? :(

Chan: One sec, I'm messaging him

As you waited, you decided rubbing your freedom in Felix's face was a great pastime.

You: you still alive??

You: actually no, is jisung still alive or have you finally killed him?

Felix: killing him would just be more paperwork that my ass can't handle. I'm seeing folders every time i blink, put me out of my misery

You: you're still there??

Felix: lmao no, the Mins and i escaped, and Cap kicked Sung out when he started singing I Want It That Way

Felix: so your boy Hyunjinnie is the only one there ;^) must be a shit date if you're here texting me, but you could go in and keep him company if you know what i mean ;))))

You: i have no idea what you mean

After seeing the series of hearts and kiss emojis he sent you after, you came to the conclusion ignoring Felix was a much better pastime.

Chan: Shit

Chan: Asshole's not replying to me

Chan: I'm sorry y/n :/

Chan: Wtf he left me on read wtf

Chan: I'm pretty sure he's already given his card details to that place, rinse his money

After confirming with your waiter, who probably realised that you had been stood up, you decided to make good on what Chan said and buy some food. If the guy wasn't going to show up, you weren't just going to let an open tab go to waste.

You ordered two of the most expensive meals off the menu and a slice of cheesecake to lift up your mood.

Why did the precinct have to be there on your way back? As soon as you passed it, you remembered what Felix said about Hyunjin still being there. You wondered why he was staying back when the others had gotten out earlier, and you blame that reasoning alone for why you turned your car around and headed into the building.

He really was there. Legs on his desk, keyboard on his lap, typing with one hand and drinking coffee with the other, Hyunjin was a sight to behold. His shirt was crumpled, sleeves creased from being rolled up, and his hair was wild, sticking up at gravity-defying angles. You watched as his eyes skimmed over the text on his computer, unblinking even as he took another sip from the mug.

"Wow, you look like shit." You grinned, dropping the takeaway bags on your desk. You laughed when your presence startled him into jumping, coffee splashing down his forearm, chair rolling away from his desk, keyboard hanging dangerously over the edge.

"Y-You're back?"

"Clearly," amusement never left your eyes as you watched him fix his dishevelled state. You tossed the box of tissues on your desk to him and he smiled in thanks. Once he had finally wiped away the mess, picked up his keyboard and tamed his hair, he leaned back in his chair and swivelled to face you.

"Bad date?" The smirk on his face did nothing to make you forget the vision you just saw, and you would not let him have the upper hand.

"I just saw you singing Thank you, Next, don't try to mock me."

"I'll buy you coffee for a month if you don't tell the others?"

"Two months."

He huffed, but agreed anyway.

"And you have to get it from Carla's place."

"But that's so far away," he whined, pouting and all.

"I got the whole thing on video, so…"

"I'd be honoured to go!"

After a couple of minutes of (strangely comfortable) silence, you spoke up. "Have you even eaten yet?"

"Must've been a real bad date if you got takeaway," he snorted, rolling his chair to your desk before leaning an elbow on it, "What've you got?"

You pulled out the three containers, pushing one over to Hyunjin. "Ooh, Valentino's, how fancy." He rolled back to his desk, rummaging through a drawer to pull out the cutlery he had stashed there. You did the same as he shimmied back -- you had learned, rather quickly in your first week here, that it was best to keep your dishes safe in your desks if you wanted them to stay clean.

The food was still fairly warm as you ate, but, like all fancy restaurants, there was barely any food there to eat. Even after you split the cheesecake, you could feel your stomach on the edge of rumbling, and taking one look at Hyunjin told you he felt the same.

"You up for Chinese?" He grinned, licking away the remnants of cream from his fork, "I'll even pay."

"You done with your reports?" You glanced at his abandoned computer as he groaned.

"I hate Cap."

You laughed as he dragged a hand down his face, letting out a tired sigh. "He gave you more?"

"Well, yeah, sorta, I kinda asked for them."

"You deserve this then." You chuckled, curiously continuing, "Why'd you do that?"

At that, he chanced a glance at you before looking down at the fork he was twiddling between his fingers. "He was gonna give 'em to you, but I told him you had a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Now why would you do that?"

He shrugged, as though he hadn't just lightened your load despite your rivalry, "You had plans, I didn't. Plus, you could use the break," then, in true annoying Hyunjin fashion, he smirked, "you look like shit."

You didn't dignify that with a verbal response, choosing to kick -- not so lightly -- him in the shin. You grinned at his yelped curse. He leaned down to rub his leg, pouting, "I was kidding- fuck, that hurts, you look…" he took the chance to scrutinise your appearance, eyes dancing with mirth as you shifted under his gaze. "You look okay."

"Okay?"

"Fine." He huffed, "you look fine. Alright. Decent. Nice."

He had rolled back to his desk before you could recognise his rising blush or form a reply. Was that supposed to be a compliment? He was so focussed on his screen now that you decided it must have been a compliment if he was shying away from you now. You smiled at that -- seriously, y/n? falling for the enemy? -- before you grabbed the used cutlery, going to the break room to wash them.

Once you finished washing up in the tiny sink, you headed over to Hyunjin. You hid your smirk when he tensed up ever so slightly as you dropped his cutlery on his desk; he took extra care in keeping his eyes on his screen, but you still noticed the slight hitch in the way he tapped at his keyboard, giving away his nerves to your trained eye.

Was he seriously still nervous about having given you a compliment? Did he regret it?

You said nothing, however, choosing to head back to your own desk before leaving the precinct. Without so much as a goodbye, Hyunjin watched -- eyes downcast, yet you'd never know -- as you walked away.

Hyunjin was a detective. A damn good detective, and he got your signal loud and clear.

Taking your reports from Woojin was a leap of faith, of sorts; he never intended on telling you that he took them -- or worse, why he really did -- but he thought that lightening your load on a Friday evening was a nice gesture and possibly a step in the right direction.

He thought, for once, the universe was working out in his favour, because even though he had piled on more work for himself than necessary, the stars aligned and you were brought back to him. God, his internal monologue was dramatic.

It was a crush. For the past three weeks and four days, Hyunjin had developed a somewhat crush on you. The teasing continued, of course, but the longing gazes he gave you -- which, thankfully, you never seemed to notice -- made him awfully aware of how much he liked spending time with you, even if you were spitting fire and mocking him.

But now, your rejection was blatantly obvious. Like a siren wailing right in front of him, he got the message. You completely ignored his compliment -- a sad attempt, really, but it was something -- and Hyunjin knew you knew what he was really hinting at (y/n, you look more than just okay, you look--) but words, it seemed, just weren't his forte, and he swivelled his chair away before he had to face the disgust that probably painted your face. And you said nothing. The silence that followed was deafening because he realised his shitty compliment -- yes, he'd finally come to terms that it was pathetic -- had made you feel so awkward, so uncomfortable, that you couldn't even speak to him; instead, he had to listen to water splashing, cutlery tinkling and you walking away.

--stunning.

He wasn't asleep. He had half a mind to just shove whoever kept poking him and not letting him wallow in his arms. He was allowed to be sad: the person he kind of, maybe, possibly, had feelings for had just up and left him alone in an empty squad room, he could pout for a few moments longer. The incessant nudges didn't poke through Hyunjin's bubble and it made him wonder, one, who the hell was still touching him? and two, what was the goddamn time, because he was sure the pokes had lasted forever and a day, and he still had two more reports to go over.

On a newly-thought-of third note, it made him finally aware of the scent of spices weaseling into his pity party.

His head snapped up, jaw dropping only slightly when he saw it was you.

Really and truly, you.

Holding Chinese from that one store just down the road.

Fucking finally, you muttered, but he was still shocked that you were here, on your own chair, but right beside him, with more containers actually filled to the brim with his favourite food from his favourite place.

But more importantly, you were right beside him.

"Dig in," you murmured, waiting for him to start eating first.

You were momentarily blinded by the grin he gave you, before he began eating and you followed.

After you finished eating -- hunger thoroughly sated -- you decided that maybe spending some more time with Hyunjin wouldn't be so bad.

No, you were only going to stay because technically these were your reports and you didn't want to owe him any favours he could use against you. It wasn't because two weeks and five days ago you had developed a small, barely there, practically non-existent, crush on the man beside you.

It certainly wasn't because you were totally aware now of the way he was smiling at you as you proofread the final report.

And it most definitely wasn't because his lips had your own turning up into a smile.

"You're staring." You said, eyes skimming through line after line of police work.

"I know."

"Why?"

"Because…" he trailed off, scooting the slightest bit closer as his arm snaked around the back of your chair so he could roll you even closer too, "you look--"

yo pls tell me wtf this is bc i have no idea. it's almost 4am, im at 11% but ya boi is done™ hope u liked this bc i had no idea where i was going with this, the idea was a lot cuter in my head but oh well :'')

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Autumn Leaves

Summary: The first signs of autumn have always left an ache in your heart. Your father’s girlfriend figures out what will help you to feel better. Words: 3k Jensen’s Daughter!Reader, Jensen x Danneel Warnings: mentioned minor character death Beta: @blacksiren Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Colours of Fall challenge, my prompt was Autumn Leaves by Ed Sheeran

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Thirteen years old with your knees tucked up under your chin, you leaned back against the wooden fence that ran around the perimeter of your back yard.

Your arms wrapped around your legs as you watched a dying, brown-orange leaf fall from the largest tree in your yard onto the still-green grass, unable to fight back the tear that rolled down your cheek when you blinked.

The first signs of autumn were always the hardest.

You startled as the back door of your house opened, your father walking out towards you.

Wiping your cheeks with the heels of your hands, you quickly got to your feet attempting to sniff back any remnants of tears.

“How was work?” you called as he got closer, knowing that if you didn't distract him straight away he'd notice you’d been crying.

“Same as always,” he smiled softly. “How was school?”

“Same as always,” you echoed when he stopped in front of you, a frown pulling at his brows.

A strong hand came out to prop up your chin, gently moving your face in the light so the remaining tear tracks were visible.

“Why don't I believe you, mija?” he murmured as he read the pain in your expression.

You forced a smile even though his words made you want to cry even more.

“I’m okay,” you told him, your hand wrapping around his wrist and pushing it back slightly. “Just tired.”

He nodded, looking thoroughly unconvinced as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Dee is coming for dinner,” he told you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I can cancel if you don't want her to?”

You shook your head, smiling for real this time.

“I'm gonna go freshen up,” you announced, pulling away and rushing into the house.

Danneel was the first girlfriend that your father had introduced to you. It had been a couple of years since you first met, but instantly you knew that she was going to be in your life for a long time.

She was funny and kind, and she made both you and your father feel happy and loved for the first time in years.

You didn't want her to know you'd been upset, so you made your way up to your bathroom to wash your face.

Dinner went as well as it could have, considering your current emotional state.

Your father made his signature salmon which you knew was both Danneel’s and his own favourite dish and, although you didn’t feel like talking much, you were always included in conversation.

You were bringing the dishes through to the kitchen while your father prepared desert when he turned to face you.

“Cariño, you’d tell me if something was up, right?” he asked, and you tensed slightly at his choice of endearment.

You swallowed, plastering on another smile as you nodded.

He still didn’t look convinced, but you couldn’t blame him; you’d never been good at hiding your emotions from him.

“Is it… Is it about Danneel?” he asked quietly, and you frowned up at him.

“What?”

“I thought you liked her,” he continued, worry evident from the pull of his brows.

“I do,” you assured him. “I love her a lot.”

He let out a breath, nodding with relief.

“That’s good,” he smiled, and you offered a real smile back. “Really good, because I wanted to ask you if it was okay if-”

“Smells great, Jay,” Danneel interrupted unknowingly, walking into the kitchen and kissing your father’s cheek. “Need any help in here?”

“Nope, I’m nearly done,” he smiled, turning his head to kiss her lightly before stepping away and getting back to work. “You and Y/N can go back to the table and I’ll bring it through in a sec.”

“Alright,” she smiled back, reaching her hand out for you.

You took it, letting her lead you back through to the dining room.

“You’re quiet today, sweets,” she mentioned, sitting down across from you.

“Fall blues, I guess,” you shrugged, unable to stop the smile as she laughed fondly.

“You’re old beyond your years,” she told you, grinning.

“My closest friends are all in their late twenties or thirties,” you reminded her, and she nodded in understanding.

You’d spent the majority of your childhood with your father and his castmates and colleagues, so it’d make sense that you got along with people your dad’s age better than those of your own.

“It’s a good thing we all love ya,” Danneel winked, making you smile.

“Yeah,” you laughed softly. “Phew.”

When Danneel left that night, your father told you that he wanted to ask her to marry him as you were sat in front of the TV.

You’d known he was in love with her for some while and, if you were honest with yourself, you’d been waiting for him to mention it to you.

“I love her,” you told him. “She makes you happy.”

“She really does,” he agreed, pausing the show and shifting to face you, gently pushing your hair behind your ear. “And you wouldn’t mind? If she moved in and there was another lady around the house? If she became Mrs. Ackles?”

You leaned into your father’s palm as he cupped your cheek, smiling softly.

“I love you, Papi,” you told him, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. “You should ask her.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his smile growing wide.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, resting your head on his shoulder and looking back at the screen. “Now press play, you doof.”

A few weeks later, once most of the leaves on all of the trees in your yard had turned a different shade of orange-brown, your father got called into work on a Sunday morning.

He usually had the weekends off, meaning that you got two uninterrupted days together out of the week, but he was needed for some last minute sound recordings for the episode.

“Danneel is coming over to keep you company,” he told you as he pulled on his coat.

“Can’t I come with you?” you asked, standing in the hallway as you watched him tie his shoes.

“She’s already on her way, mija,” he told you.

“I know, but… Dad, it’s-”

“I know what day it is, sweetheart,” he interrupted, sadly.

He straightened up, walking towards you and pulling you into a hug.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You nodded, holding him tight when he tried to pull back.

“Alright, baby,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

You finally let him go, leaning against the wall as he made his way to the door.

“Be good for Dee, please,” he told you, and you swallowed as you nodded.

“Always am,” you reminded him as he opened the door. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” he replied, locking the door behind him.

Danneel arrived ten minutes after your father left, letting herself in with the key that she’d had for months already.

You were quiet for most of the day, responding to Danneel in as few words as politely possible, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She braided your hair while you watched a movie, working through your coarse, curly hair as gently as she could.

She checked over your homework when you mentioned, in passing, that your father hadn’t had the chance to yet.

She made your favourite meal for lunch, for which you were grateful, but you barely touched your plate.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured as she cleared the leftovers, standing up to take your drinking glasses through to the kitchen after her.

“Don’t apologise, sweetheart,” she told you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

You hugged her back, willing yourself not to cry at the gentle contact.

“Why don’t we go and see your mom?”

The words were murmured into your hair, and you pulled back to look up at her.

“Wha-”

“I asked your dad, he said it’s okay,” she assured you. “If you want, I can take you.”

You nodded, wiping back unshed tears as you sniffed.

“Alright, my love,” she smiled sadly. “Go get your shoes on.”

It was quiet in the car as you sat, looking out the window with a bouquet of your mom’s favourite flowers on your lap.

Danneel put the car into park, turning off the engine and unbuckling her belt.

She shifted to face you as you continued to look out the window.

“I can wait here, if you want?” she quietly offered, reaching a hand out to softly rest on your knee.

You shook your head, unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the door.

“You can come,” you told her as you jumped down from the seat, keeping the flowers clutched tight in your fist as you smiled softly back at her.

The two of you walked hand in hand along the path, Danneel squeezing in reassurance every so often as you got closer.

“Alright, sweet girl,” she murmured, stopping a few metres back from a white marble gravestone. “I’ll hang back, go and have a chat.”

You hugged her as best as you could still holding the flowers, earning another kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled back, walking towards the grave and smiling sadly as you saw the writing.

Verónica María Ackles

3rd July 1978 - 8th November 2003

Beloved mother, daughter, and wife

Loved by all, taken too soon

Danneel was leaning against a tree, well out of earshot to give you some privacy but close enough to keep an eye on you.

“Hola, Mami,” you murmured, sitting down in front of the stone, the flowers at your feet.

You took a deep breath as you began to arrange the flowers at the foot of the grave.

“It’s been… six years without you,” you continued, sniffing back tears. “It feels like yesterday that you tucked me into bed and whispered ‘Buenas noches, cariño’. I miss you every day.”

You paused, looking up to the sky as tears fell down your cheeks, forcing a cough to clear the tightness in your throat.

“Remember when we came to see you on my eleventh birthday?” you asked, knowing that you wouldn’t get a response. “Me and Dad told you about Danneel. He was really falling for her back then, so we came to talk about it with you. It felt better, I think, talking about it. Made me realise that he’ll always love you, even though he was falling for someone else. It’s just different.”

You sniffed, fiddling with the flowers to give your hands something to do.

“He told me he wants to propose to her,” you whispered, knowing Danneel couldn’t hear you but unwilling to risk the secret. “I said he should. I love you so much, though. I don’t want you to think… wherever you are, I don’t want you to think we’re replacing you. You’ll always be my Mami. You’ll always be in our hearts. Danneel… she brought me here today. She saw that I needed to see you. So I hope you don’t mind if… if we let her in.”

A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the tree that Danneel was standing under, crisp leaves gliding through the air to the ground.

A single leaf floated across to you, landing right by your knee.

You laughed softly, sniffing as you got to your feet.

“I guess that mean’s you’re okay with it,” you murmured, wiping your tears before looking over at Danneel.

You reached out a hand to her, nodding her over to join you.

She approached slowly, linking her fingers with yours and letting you pull her against your side once she was close enough.

“I think it’s time you guys met,” you smiled sadly, looking up to see meet Danneel’s eyes. “Danneel, this is my mama. Mami, Danneel.”

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Danneel murmured, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and resting her temple against the top of your head. “You have a beautiful daughter.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arm around her waist.

“I’m honoured to be a part of your family,” she whispered.

The two of you stood there in comfortable silence for a while until you took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“Te amo, Mami,” you murmured, kissing your fingers and pressing them to the top of her gravestone. “Dulces sueños.”

You turned back to Danneel, seeing her eyes glistening with pride.

“You ready to go home?” she asked, and you nodded as you took her hand once more.

“Thank you for taking me,” you murmured as you walked back towards her car.

“My pleasure, sweetheart,” she told you, squeezing your hand. “I knew today was coming close because you were stiff when your daddy called you by her pet names.”

“You noticed?” you asked, looking up at her as you continued to walk.

“Yeah, kiddo,” she smiled sadly. “You normally preen under it so I knew something was up.”

You sighed, squeezing her hand again.

“I’m not here to replace her,” she whispered. “I love you, and I love your father, but I don’t ever want you to think that I’m trying to take her place. She’s your mom, she always will be.”

You sniffed, bumping your shoulder against her playfully.

“Love you, too.”

Your father was very apologetic when he got home, telling you that he never wanted to leave you on the anniversary of your mother’s death, but you just hugged him and told him that it was okay.

At first, you’d been disappointed that he had to work, but after your day with Danneel you realised that it was exactly what you needed.

She ended up staying for dinner, your father following the recipe for your mother’s albondigas that you only brought out once a year.

Your father was doing the washing up while you and Danneel finished your drinks at the table when you excused yourself.

“Would you mind if I talked to my dad for a minute?” you asked, pushing out your chair.

“‘Course not,” she smiled, winking kindly across the table. “Take your time, sweetie.”

You got up, leaning in to kiss her cheek as you walked past before shutting the door behind you on the way to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, mija,” your father apologised again once he saw you walk in, drying his hands on his pants before pulling you into a hug. “I should’ve been here.”

“Stop,” you laughed kindly, hugging him back. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything,” he smiled, pulling back and tugging one of your braids affectionately.

“Do you… do you have a ring?” you questioned. “For Dee?”

He frowned, leaning back against the counter.

“Upstairs,” he confirmed. “I picked it out last week.”

You swallowed, nodding.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow as he folded his arms.

“Nothing,” you promised, smiling in reassurance. “I just think… maybe you should do it. Today.”

“You think I should propose today?” he asked quietly. “On your mama’s-”

“Today,” you confirmed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “She’s the one. Mami agrees.”

He frowned fondly, pushing stray baby hairs back from your forehead.

“Today,” he whispered, kissing your temple.

He pulled back, looking at the few dishes still left to wash up.

“Can you finish up in here while I go up?” he asked, and you grinned as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Sure,” you agreed, dropping back down from your tiptoes and hip checking him out of the way. “Hurry up.”

He laughed softly, rolling his eyes as he left the room.

Your father’s leg was bouncing nervously once you were all in the front room that evening.

He was pretending to read through his next script while Danneel sat on the floor to give you a pedicure.

Once she had finished and the last coat was drying, she moved back to sit next to your father, laughing as she rested a hand on his thigh.

“You need to relax,” she joked, and he laughed softly as he stilled his leg, looking over at you.

You gave a small nod as you wiggled your toes, knowing that he was giving you a chance to tell him you’d changed your mind.

You hadn’t.

“Danni,” your father started, clearing his throat.

“Yeah?” she asked, laughing slightly at how awkward he was being.

“We’ve been thinking,” he continued, meeting your eye and then hers, “How would you like to… y’know, become an official part of our family?”

You watched as she swallowed, looking between you and your father in confusion.

“What are you saying?” she asked quietly.

You smiled as your father got up from the couch and instantly went down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” Danneel breathed as he retrieved the ring box from his pocket.

“Elta Danneel Graul,” he smiled, encourage by the wide grin on her face. “Will you marry me?”

She slapped a hand over her mouth as she let out a shocked, excited laugh, looking at you before grinning back at your father.

“Yes!” she told him, pulling him into a kiss.

He grinned against her lips, giving one more kiss as he slid the ring onto her finger - a perfect fit.

She got to her feet, bringing your father up with her and into a hug.

“I love you,” she whispered as his arms wrapped around her waist.

You were grinning from ear to ear as you watched the embrace, shocked out of your reverie when Danneel addressed you.

“Get over here, kiddo,” she smiled, and you got up, letting the two of them pull you into their hug.

“You’re gonna get married?” you clarified, and she laughed softly, kissing your temple.

“Looks that way,” she agreed, and you hugged them both a little bit tighter.

“Love you, mija,” your father murmured into your hair, and you hummed in contentment.

“Love you, too,” you smiled, pulling back enough to meet Danneel’s gaze. “Both of you.”

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 7 years

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Turbolift (Pavel Chekov x Reader)

Summary: Pavel makes an extra effort to see Y/N every day but he has yet to pluck up the courage to talk to them.

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It was no secret that Chekov flirted with anyone. He was like a Catholic rabbit during the first year of the five the Enterprise had set out on. It was the pinnacle of gossip: “who did the youngest member of Starfleet sleep with today?” That was their limit though. The crew never discussed it with anyone above their rank; Chekov deserved his position, even with a bit light teasing

Then one day, the sources of the gossip came up empty handed. There was nothing. At first the crew thought it was a dry spell or maybe Chekov was taking a break. But no, for the next three months there was no activity in Chekov’s bedroom – or him in anyone else’s – and they were curious to know why.

Sleuthing during breaks and treks between locations were spent with eyes peeled for any sign of what was causing their free entertainment to be cancelled.

It was pure chance that someone caught sight of Chekov running somewhere in a hurry. But it wasn’t because he was late to the Bridge. It was half ten and he was running in the opposite direction. The red shirt slyly followed him until he saw that he was loitering outside the turbolift, flattening his curls in the reflection of the

The lift came into view and he straightened up. The red shirt observed how he hid around the corner and pretended to just have arrived at the turbolift. Sliding open, the doors revealed a blue shirt. Chekov slipped past them to the back of the lift. He was still a little sweaty from running and was still short of breath.

The other lift’s occupant seemed unfazed by this. Then they sent him a smile and Chekov’s face lit up with a childlike beam. He bounced on his feet, swung his arms back and forth, took several deep breaths before pressing a floor level.

The red shirt told another red shirt who told a blue shirt and the three of them decided that they had to be screwing in the turbolift – or at least using it for transportation to some closet that was their love den. The three of them checked the cameras for supporting evidence. Their theory was disproven. All that happened was Chekov stayed silent and sweaty in the back and when it came to the floor that the red shirt exited he waved them off.

Then he waited until the lift stopped at the button he’d pressed then pushed another that would take him above the floor he started on. An intervention was definitely required.

Pavel checked his comm. unit. He had three minutes before they would appear and he wasn’t going to be late this time. He missed Y/N yesterday and the day had dragged for ages. But it gave him the motivation he needed to at long last talk to them.

There they were. The doors opened for him and Y/N was there. Pavel smiled as he entered and selected a floor. He swung his arms back and forth, ready for his conversation starter.

Then, interrupting his flow, the turbolift came to a halt. Three seconds passed and the pregnant silence grew awkward. Pavel stepped forward and pressed his button again. Nothing happened. The lights were still on so there was power. Maybe there was a malfunction. Perhaps he should call Scotty and see if he could sort something out.

“So, Pavel-”

Said person started choking on the air and Y/N looked at him with alarm.

“Are you ok?” They held up their hand as they debated whether or not to thump him on the back. Thankfully, Pavel managed to cease his fit and give a somewhat clear answer:

“Yes, I didn’t zink zat you knew my name.”

Y/N’s brows knitted in confusion, “Of course I know your name. I see you every day.”

“Right,” Pavel nodded. Of course they saw each other everyday. He made sure of that.

“So, Pavel,” They repeated – this time without Pavel coughing up his lungs - “What’s in the biology lab that takes you away from the Bridge?”

Blinking rapidly, Pavel said, “Sorry?”

“The biology labs, on floor 3,” Y/N gestured to the button panels, “Where you go every day.”

“Oh, right,” He nodded his head, his curls bouncing about with the movement, “Ah, Sulu asks me to check on his plants for him vhile he’s on ze Bridge. He can’t exactly leave vhenever he pleases.”

Y/N mulled over his response before catching a hole in his alibi, “But you can?”

“Vell, I’m on my break now.” Not a total lie. He was on a loo break.

“Oh, me too.” Crap.

“Oh nice.”

“If you want, we can go to the cafeteria.” Craaaap.

“I have plans – outside of plant vatching and standing in ze lift. Sorry,” he excused. His heart felt like a lump of lead in his chest. Everything he’d ever wanted was just handed to him and he turned it away.

“Ok. Don’t worry,” Y/N turned back to face the doors again. Pavel tried to figure out what to say but decided to get himself out of the situation first.

“Meester Scott,” he cheered down his comm. unit, “Ve are stuck in ze turbolift. Can you get us out?”

“Sure. One sec.” The comm. unit cut out and again there was silence. It took longer than one sec. It took many secs. This was because “Meester Scott” was watching the cameras with his crewmembers, waiting to see what happened. He was muttering to himself for Pavel to “ask them out but meet another time”.

To his dismay as well as the others, nothing else happened – merely a few more minutes of awkward talking. Soon it grew to unbearable levels of discomfort and the turbolift was “fixed”.

Pavel and Y/N went their separate ways. They continued to see one another in the turbolift everyday but no one intercepted it again. Neither of them was going to do anything in there so they might as well be left in peace.

“I was sure that would work,” Scotty stuffed his sandwich down his throat with cathartic force. The trio that had instigated the lift incident nodded in agreement, sat around a table in the cafeteria to share their disappointment. They had all grown attached to Chekov and L/N; the mission of getting them together was no longer motivated by the need for more gossip. In fact, gossip wasn’t even considered a bi-product of the navigator and the physicist getting together.

Suddenly, the only blue shirt was still, his eyes boggling out of his skull. He started hitting the red shirt next to him violently, knocking the water bottle from her hand.

“What?” She said indignantly.

“Look!” He hissed nodding in front of him. Not-so-subtly, the table looked to where his attention was sucked towards.

Chekov was stood behind an unsuspecting Y/N, clutching a lunch tray and shifting back and forth on his feet. It was clear to anyone watching that he was plucking up the courage to sit by Y/N, or at least ask.

He was still there after a minute of oscillating on the spot. Practically ready to pounce on him, the table watched, biting their fists and grunting restrained demands for him to sit down. Finally he stepped forward and came into Y/N’s view. His back was to their table now so they went off Y/N’s reaction. When a smile spread across her face then Chekov sat opposite her, all four of them practically had a fit. All their trouble was worth it and they could not wait to tell their children about how the quartet had basically been the source of their creation.

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