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I woke up from my slumber.

#pokemon presents woke me up #anyways hi everyone how is yall? #submas #pokemon submas #pokemon #pokemon subway boss #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo and emmet #well I am here to say hi mostly and yeap

[vetlan]

Summary: Nothing says "Impromptu Darkwing Duck Reunion" like being arrested for something a group of lookalikes did, and then being bailed out by a… Darkwing Duck cosplayer? Fanboy? Well, there were odder things that happened in relation to that cursed show.

Characters Present: Megavolt ( Actor ), Quackerjack ( Actor ), Liquidator ( Actor ), Bushroot ( Actor ), Darkwing Duck ( Drake Mallard )

Notes: The Actors are named after the original Voice Actors! Also this isn’t meant to make much sense, I just sat down today and chose violence, and by violence I meant a “short” humor fic based on the idea of the old actors seeing their villain alter-egos on the news. Serisouly how did this turn into writing almost 5k words in one day...

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Dan Rattus-Sphynx was having a bad day, but not a terrible one. He was stuck in traffic on his way home after a long day at work, thinking on the cold tv-dinner he'd be indulging in while wondering what was causing the hold up -- unfortunately, if he'd been listening to the news on the radio, he would've been tipped off to the one fact that was about to turn his bad day into a terrible one: the old cast of Darkwing Duck was to be brought in for questioning. After Jim Starling's little explosive breakdown, when mirror-perfect images of the old actors started looting and terrorizing the city, the mayor wanted to take no chances.

And maybe then he wouldn't have laughed and asked the cops if they were a fan of his work as Megavolt -- he was pretty sure now, sitting in his cell, that they took that the wrong way.

He was the first to be apprehended.

Next came Michael Peckbell, once known as the actor behind Quackerjack, who was embarrassingly enough, arrested in a clown costume. Dan genuinely tried to hide his snickering as the old clown jingled miserably into the cell, done arguing for his innocence. It is only after he threw a dirty look at Dan that he recognized who he was sharing a cell with, and his annoyance turned to recognition and then confusion, head tilting to the side and making his hat jingle.

"Wait, why are you here?"

"Same reason you are, I guess… There's a warrant for our arrest because some lookalikes decided to rob banks while cosplaying as our old Darkwing Duck roles."

"No, seriously, Dan, why are we here? I was at a brat's blasted birthday party when these BRUTES went and tackled me!" Hands on his hips, Michael didn't look particularly amused as he tapped his foot, and Dan tried his best not to get short with the ex-actor turned party clown.

"Hey, I am serious! It's all they're showing on the news, I got taken while driving home! Wait, shh, do you hear that--" "Oh no, you're not shutting me up--" "I'm serious serious Mike, listen!"

Holding the duck's beak shut, which earned him another dirty look, Dan shuffled them closer to the holding bars so that they could listen to the news from the dingy little tv at the start of the holding cells corridor. Seriously, couldn't they turn the volume up a little? Luckily, as if hearing his silent wish, they do turn the sound up.

"... we interrupt this segment to bring an update on the current string of robberies and break-ins that have been plaguing St. Canard to inform that massive plant growths are starting to block off city exits, we strongly recommend that you resist fleeing the city and instead head home where it is safest -- ah, I am now getting reports of streets being flooded! Again, stay indoors and do not head out until further instructions! Your city's law enforcement is currently working with Darkwing Duck to apprehend the criminals behind this!"

"Oh quack, actual super villains, we're doomed!" A wailing voice can be heard from the front of the police station, paired with a stern: "GET IT TOGETHER, they have Darkwing Duck on the case!" The commotion paired well with the confused and genuinely taken aback look Dan and Mike shared.

"Drkwng dck?!" Mike tries to get through his beak, then realizing Dan was still holding it shut and slapping the hand away. Probably for the best right there, as that exclamation would've been much louder otherwise. "Has the world gone cuckoo? He's fiction! We're fiction! Well, not us, we're not fiction, but the characters we played! They can't be serious, this why we're here? Hah! Give me a break!" The party clown jumps on the cell bars, shaking the door and making a ruckus, refusing to believe a single thing he's heard: "Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny, now let us out!" Each 'laugh' is punctuated by a vigorous shake and increased irritation, visibly huffing from anger from his beak… and absolutely not helping their case. One policeman dared peek over their way, and he squealed!

(Jeez, what is it with clowns and short tempters?)

"Would you cut that out? You look deranged! Is this what you do at birthday parties?" With a sharp tug at the back of the collar, Dan manages to pry his ex-co-star from the bars, who seemingly immediately deflates and jingles to one of the benches, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his cheeks in his hands, absolutely pouting. "I'm not any happier about this than you are, you know! But it makes sense! Almost! It explains why we couldn't get any work done at the office today, our system kept going down like someone was messing with it!" That earns him a scoff from his current cell companion, and Dan can't help but throw a look in the clown's direction. "What?"

"You, work in an office?" The question can come across as derogative, but there's genuine curiosity there. "I thought you were big into the acting thing, had your big break and everything as a villain or something." A pause. "Well, bigger villain than before."

There Dan pauses, brings up an index finger as if he's going to make a point, then just sighs and practically collapses into a slouch. It has been a while since the last Darkwing Duck meet-up, huh? No wonder Mike was so out of the loop.

"Yes, well, I gave it up. Want to hear a secret?" An earnest jingly nod is his reply. "I was asked to return for the Darkwing Duck remake… reboot… whatever movie they were making, but I just said no. I feel like I got typecast into the 'weasely evil rat' archetype, you know? After a while, I just started to wonder if people were laughing with me or at me. At least you made it work out somehow."

"That's exactly my deal! People kept making me into the laughing stock so I figured I might as well be an actual clown and beat them to the punch. The brats are annoying, but it beats the circus I was at before the show. Keeps me from getting rusty, even if I'm just going through a checklist of party-tricks at this point." From his pout, Mike perks up, banging his fist on the bench to his side before standing up again, seemingly bracing himself for -- ah, he twirls into a handstand, and Dan claps in genuine amazement.

"Wow, you still got it!"

"Eh, it's nothing. Unlike you guys, I had to work with Jim directly, by his rules. No doubles allowed, or I was a puffy-tailed coward. Quackerjack had no real special effects, remember? Just toys and acrobatics to use against Darkwing Duck." He could do it, but admittedly his endurance wasn't what it used to be. Still, to be a bit of a show-off, Mike stays like that for another minute before twirling right side up, trying to shake off the dizziness that came up with it -- only to stumble and be steadied by Dan when the lights in the entire station flicker and a distant rumble shakes the entire street, and suddenly they remember their current predicament. Yeap. Whatever was going on was very real. 

"Hey, cut that out!" Someone calls from the front of the police station, and Dan tries his best not to sound absolutely peeved off when he answers back. "It's not me, you bumbling meatheads!" He genuinely tried.

The silence after that is frustrating and uncomfortable. Meeting up was nice and all, but no one was talking to them, they didn't know if their friends and family were safe, and apparently, the city really was being overtaken by super-powered criminals based on characters they played in a kid's tv-show. So Dan sat on the bench, momentarily stunned by that fact even though he was the one trying to convince Mike it made sense, all the while the clown decided to tire himself out further by continuously jumping up to try and look out the tiny cell window they had.

"Would you STOP your jingling about!?"

The only answer Dan got was a raspberry blown in his direction. Real mature.

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Tino had made his mind up the moment he caught sight of himself on live tv robbing a bank: he was turning himself in. For one thing, it would immediately prove his innocence because he couldn't be robbing banks if he was in captivity, and then he'd hopefully be safe from these super-powered evildoers! Alright, so, well, his initial plan was to flee the city, but then his green lookalike decided to go and BLOCK every exit to St. Canard just as he was trying to drive away. It was almost impressive, really, to see what a bigger budget could have gotten them back in the good old days, but it was mostly terrifying that the guy behind these massive green growths was out there. W-w-what if these copycats had some sort of personal vendetta against the originals?! He wasn't sure why they would, but he wasn't taking any chances! He was driving to the nearest police station and that was it!

Only one road is cut off, the other is flooding towards him and it takes all his composure to slam on the reverse and scream at the same time, and instead, Tino decides to just head for the high ground at a park and go from there. Tino might have been speeding for the first time in his life just then, but he figured that it was fair -- and hey, maybe a cop would come and arrest him! No such luck, however.

The mallard duck looked positively green in the face ( no pun intended ) as he thought over his options, though it felt more like he was frozen in shock, just sitting there with his hands on the wheel and looking straight ahead. Was that… the ground shaking? If he looked at his bobblehead of Bushroot (which he'd be tossing out after this endeavor, thank you very much), he could take note of how it kept shaking as if with the steps of a giant duck --

The passenger door to his car opens, a figure jumps inside and Tino screams like a banshee and just tosses his wallet and car keys at them, fruitlessly trying to open the door and escape after he reactively locked them with the press of a button.

"TAKE IT, I DON'T NEED IT, I'M A POOR COLLEGE PROFESSOR SPARE ME --"

"JUST CALM DOWN, I DON'T WANT YOUR DANG -- wait Real? Tino Real?! It's me! Jack Pumi! Old co-star?!" And as if a switch had been flipped inside Tino's head, first his voice gives out and then his beak shuts, and his feathers unruffle themselves. Yes, he knew a Jack Pumi, that's right.

"Oh, sorry friend! You really shouldn't sneak up on a duck-like that, I feel like I almost laid my heart there!" Tino practically melts into his seat as his stress is wrung out of him at the sight of a familiar face during these scary times. "What brings you to… my car?" Hey, why did Jack get into his car?

"Ah, don't sweat it old chum! We're all a little jumpy nowadays, criminals on the run and all that." The Bushroot bobblehead is starting to shake with considerable vigor, but this is missed by the two as Jack pats Tino on the shoulder. "As for why I'm here --" A look in the rearview mirror, the surprisingly unmistakable sound of a car being stepped on not too far behind them by a giant clown robot. "DRIVE!"

You didn't have to ask Tino twice, even if they both fumbled with the keys back and forth before finally taking off as a massive foot concaved the ground where they just were, but it was best if they focused on that later. Right now, they were flooring it to… somewhere.

"Just like the good old days, don't you think? So, what's the plan, captain?" As Jack tried to hold on through Tino's panicked driving, he felt he might as well make some small talk -- not to mention that he talks when he's nervous.

"In the good old days, we were the bad guys squashing innocent civilians, and I have to say, it isn't much fun when you're on the other side of it! And p-plan, well, I don't know, drive until it leaves us alone? Until the deranged clown gets bored?"

"If I recall, boring that quacking menace is the last thing you want to do…"

"Well, what do you suggest?! Ohnononoit'sgettingcloser!" And the laughing is getting considerably irksome, if not straight up giving the both of them goose-skin.

"Where were you going before I showed up, why were you just sitting there at the park?"

"I was thinking of driving to a police station and hiding there, but the streets got flooded so I drove to higher ground and then… I froze in the existential terror of considering that a super-powered copycat of myself was wreaking havoc."

"First: beats driving in circles trying to lose this clown, second: boy I feel ya, but now's maybe not the time to focus on that pal-io! How's about you really step on the gas and see if we can't throw it off? There, right there! Turn!"

A paired screaming match occurs when Jack just grabs the wheel and sends them on a sudden turn right, Tino struggling to regain control of the car before laughing hysterically with nervous energy as Quackerjack's mech kept going straight… before turning to look at them again. They screamed again and floored the gas as far down as this crusty old car could go.

Meanwhile, Quackerjack just let out a singular 'huh' at the realization that there was a car under him the whole time… before devolving into a manic fit of giggles at the realization of the terror he caused to the two little bugs hidden under his massive robot's beak. Oh, he loves being a bad guy. Endless fun!

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"I'm TELLING you, that's a giant Quackerjack robot! Look! Look!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can't jump that high?!"

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The rest of the drive was… surprisingly peaceful. Sure, there were random root systems on the road that pretty much served as speedbumps every so often, but outside of that there was no sign of any evildoers, only the ominous red glow in the sky coming from some skyscraper or other, neither Tino or Jack cared much for the fancy science labs uptown… but that probably explains the commotion going on! The bet was on if it was science or magic behind this mess, and Tino was feeling pretty sure about his bet on magic.

Alright, so maybe peaceful wasn't the word, more like… eerie. But it beat constant panic 100%, so Tino wasn't complaining! About that, at least. He was most certainly complaining about his current treatment at the police station -- they wouldn't arrest him! Which wasn't a complaint he thought he could make.

"We're not looking for fanboys, we're looking for the actual actors to turn themselves in!"

"F-fanboys!? Why I oughta -- do you expect me to grow a plant on top of my head? I'm Tino Real, I played Bushroot, this is Jack Pumi, he played the Liquidator. What's next, you expect him to turn into liquid?"

Perhaps a bad choice of words, as that's exactly the footage that was shown through live news on the tv right then and there, Bushroot and the Liquidator teaming up and just wiping the floor with what appeared to be… Gizmoduck. Huh. Oh well.

"Honestly, yes. We already caught the other two, and they're not causing any problems anymore."

"Wait, other two? Do you mean Dan and Mike?" Jack interrupts, only to be interrupted himself by the officer that had just been speaking. "Quackerjack and Megavolt," the officer corrects.

Tino can't resist facepalming.

"You can see Quackerjack in the distance from here…" It was true, it looked like he was headed for the building emitting that ominous glow, for whatever reason, but there's no missing that giant clown robot-toy thing. That murmured exasperation does give the officer pause, and he holds up an index finger telling them to wait where they are… which they do, with a tap of a foot and impatient crossed arms, as he walks around his desk, doggy tail impatiently swooshing behind him… before quickly tucking between his legs as he hurried back inside, seconds before the lights inside the station all shut down, emergency generators kicking in seconds after.

"Quackerjack, Megavolt, accounted for. You were right." Snout pale, the dog looked like he was sweating underneath his coat of fur, licking his lips in nervousness. So maybe they shouldn't have been quite as ruff when apprehending the first two… Oh well. "I don't care anymore, you can share a cell with the other washed-up acts." The green duck said something about it being safer in than out, and well, the police dog couldn't exactly argue against it. Besides, the mayor said to apprehend them, right? Hopefully, no word about them trying to turn these two away would surface…

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"Dan, Mike, buddies, remember me?!"

That got the two sitting in the cell snap their heads up so fast, one could almost hear a whip crack, and Mike punches Dan in the shoulder, a large grin on his face. "See, what did I tell ya, they got caught too, which means they know we're innocent, so they have to let us out. That, and you owe me 20."

"Funny joke, clown, they're joining you, not the other way around."

One click, two click, and Toni and Jack join the other two actors inside the cell, and Toni nearly kisses the floor he's so glad to be inside and safe. Well, safe-ish.

"Haha, don't mind him, we just had a rough trip on the way over, traffic was absolutely killer!" No, Jack couldn't help it, he had to make that joke. "We would've gotten here sooner, but we spent like ten minutes driving away from a killer giant robot that looked like… what's with the clown costume?" It wasn't Quackerjack-y, but that was definitely a clown outfit.

"Oh, was that your car?! Ahahaha -- sorry, sorry, but that's all I could see from that window -- he almost crushed you two a good five times! And I'm a clown. End of story." The tone of voice certainly said so, but then it quickly turned to confusion. "Wait, what do you mean 'gotten here sooner'? You want to be in jail?"

"Well, we, we, we were going to turn ourselves in! And we did! It's safer to be in here than out there, you know! You watched us almost get crushed!"

Mike looks like he's about to say something, and then he realizes Toni definitely had a good point there, so he settles on shrugging his shoulders, looking at Dan and hoping he'd have any sort of opinion on this other than just 'meh'.

"So…" Dan starts, feeling particularly coerced by Mike's incessant staring, but not having anything interesting to talk about.

"So…" Jack copies as he looks around their holding cell before slapping his hands together. "We're staying in here until this all blows over, as I'm pretty sure they know we're not the ones causing the big old ruckus. Kind of slaps me with a terrible sense of deja-vu, to be quite honest. The Fearsome Four, back together!"

That does bring up some amused mumbling from the group, even if the mere mention of the show had since gotten stale thanks to Jim Starling's obsession with it, mentioning it wherever he went.

"The only thing that's missing is Dorkwing Duck, huh?" Mike adds, snickering to himself, before pausing with a pensive look on his beak, and Toni can't help but regret what he's about to ask:

"What's on your mind, Michael?"

"Just thinking, really, but… What if this is Jim's doing? You all heard how he went crazy about the movie, right? Single handedly got it canceled, got into a fight with the new guy playing Darkwing Duck. What if this is him trying to reboot it on his own now?" Ignoring the fact that it sounded like a conspiracy theory, it almost made sense. He hasn't been seen since, so what if he was planning his comeback all this time?

The four occupants of the cell look at each other, and then break down laughing.

"As if! That thick headed, self-centered dimwit couldn't plan something this far ahead!"

"Where would he find these super-powered copycats, anyway?!"

"You'd think he'd come for the source material, if it came to that!"

"Ahaha, I know, right!?"

And just like that, the ice was broken, and the four of them made themselves as comfortable as they could in their current situation, deciding to look at it as a surprise reunion. Funny how most of their problems with the old show stemmed from Jim…

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A large explosion echoes through St. Canard, and Mike wastes no time in trying to peek out the tiny cell window while a commotion began at the front of the police station. The ominous red glow faded from the sky, the plants withered, lights flickered back on through the city, and floods ran down drain pipes.

Whatever it was, it was done. Hopefully.

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The next morning wasn't exactly glamorous. They were served their breakfast slop and told to wait until they fixed the bureaucracy involved in this mess, because apparently there was no paperwork for "interdimensional villains from an old live-action hero show", and there was no real proof they weren't connected somehow.

"Outside of the fact that we spent all night in here?! Let! Us! Out!"

"Seriously, what is it with clowns and short tempters…" Dan mutters, but all that Toni and Jack offer him is a vague shrug. Mike was just like that, why else would they pick him to play Quackerjack?

"Experts agree, stressing yourself out won't get you anywhere, friend!" Jack starts, even if he's not exactly sure who the experts would be in this case. It does make the duck stop trying to strangle or otherwise pry the cell bars appart with sheer physical strength -- that, or someone was finally coming to see them. Turns out it was the later, but Jack would like to believe he helped anyway!

No words of acknowledgement, just the same cop that greeted Toni and Jack yesterday, but now, instead of a scared look on his face, he looked positively starstruck. Which would be nice, if he hadn't made it clear that he didn't care about their acting careers, so what gives? The four of them look at each other, and after a vague shrug from Dan, they file out of the holding cells and make their way out. Or plan to, at least, until Mike comes to a full stop and forces everyone behind him to stumble over each other.

"Hey, what gives --!"

"JIM!? I WAS KIDDING WHEN I SAID THOSE THINGS YESTERDAY, I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS ACTUALLY YOU BEHIND THIS --"

The clown-attired duck rattles off, and that startles both the party behind him and the supposed Jim, who jumps a whole foot into the air and stretches his hands in front of him, trying to calm the shocked duck down.

"N-no, no, you got it all wrong, I'm Darkwing Duck! The one and only! Technically based on the remake but we don't talk about it! AlsoI'mabigfanandIwaswonderingifyouwouldn'tmindsigningthisposter--"

The first part wouldn't be unbelievable if it had been Jim, but the mention of a remake knocked it down a peg, and then saying he's a fan and asking for an autograph, even if said all in one breath, definitely meant it wasn't Jim. The (once) Fearsome Four let out a shared sigh that they didn't know they were holding as they surrounded this… cosplayer, for lack of a better term.

"Could've fooled me, you're his splitting image, I tell you what… Well, no, you're smooth. He was more…" Mike takes a second to mess up his face feathers, making it look like he'd been sleeping face down for a month. "Gruff, yeah? You look like a baby in comparison."

"Hey! I'll have you know I saved this city from complete annihilation!"

"What was that about a poster, kiddo?" Jack interjects, leaning over Mike's shoulder. "I guess it's the least we can do for saving our city, and in turn us. Not going to lie, it's been a while since I've signed a poster, ever since I started selling --"

"Tupperware?! I have your entire collection, you weren't lying when you said those things could last!"

Jack had to stop and blink for a second, even if his brain automatically had him fetch a pen from an inner pocket. The guy was a "hero", yet here he was fanboying over a tupperware salesman. "Haha, well, I don't like having my face attached to cheap products, what can I say. So, who do we make it out to be?"

"Uh… Darkwing… Duck?"

"Creative," Dan adds with a snicker, but takes the pen from Jack anyway to sign the poster.

"Short notice, what can I say, I came as soon as I heard that they had you guys locked up in here, after making sure the interdimensional evil-doers were in their respective places of course!" The masked duck before them poses in what they guess he thinks is a heroic pose, and out of politeness they don't mention that it makes him look like an absolute tool.

"So those… look-alikes, they're gone? Oh, I never realized quite how frightening our characters were at the time, it was just a silly children's cartoon…" Genuinely, all that Toni wanted now was to crawl home and pass out for a week straight, even if he might miss a weeks worth of work. He felt like it was only fair!

"Darkwing Duck guarantee! I would tell more in hopes of assuring you, but it's all classified, I'm sure you can understand. Just know that there's a real hero watching St. Canard now! Petty thug or super-villain, I'm your guy!"

The poster goes from hand to hand, and they all sign it before giving it back, and the excitement the masked duck shows for it is a little nice, as Jack had mentioned previously. Usually Jim hogged all the attention at fan meetings, whether the fan wanted it or not.

"Oh Launch… I mean, LP is going to eat his scarf when he sees this! You guys have just made a hero's day! Say, would it be too much if I asked for a h--"

"Yeah, no, too much." Dan deadpanned, and everyone agreed wholeheartedly, instead offering a handshake instead, which is gladly taken.

"So, what are your plans now? I could give one of you a ride!" Wringing his hat between his hands, this Darkwing Duck wannabe looked like he wanted to tag along with them, as if he expected them to act like they did on the show, and an awkward look was shared between the four of them. How to gently let this guy down… Seriously, they didn't need a vigilante deciding reality equals fiction -- IGNORING THE EVENTS OF LAST NIGHT.

"Thanks but no thanks, my plan is to go home, pass out, and forget this ever happened." Answer, you just don't, it's a grown man for quack's sake. Mike drops the cape corner he was inspecting and waltzes out the door, his hat jingling behind him.

It didn't take much for everyone else to follow after.

"Pretty much." "Ditto." "I'm still not certain it wasn't an overly elaborate dream."

Not taking a hint, Darkwing Duck follows after them, waving as they all squeeze into Toni's little car. "Good thinking, guys! Just remember, if there's trouble --"

"You call DW!" Alright, he could have that one freebie on the house, Jack decided, even if everyone else in the car stink eyed him for indulging the masked weirdo. "What, it is a catchy tune!"

The car wasn't the only thing grumbling as it drove off.

#dt17 #darkwing duck #drake mallard #quackerjack #megavolt #bushroot #liquidator #fanfics. #i would post else where but im lazy #maybe later #washed up four

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We are not just friends —22

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she’s brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

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Chris was sleeping when his phone began ringing on the nightstand, it was Sofia.

"Hey, Sof. Everything okay?" He asked, checking the time It was about 2 am.

"Hi, yeah—you were sleeping, were you?" She asked, feeling a tad sad about waking him up.

"Yeah, it's okay though, Don't worry about it." He said rubbing his eyes and turned around to lay on his side."What's up?"

"Oh, I just wanted to," She sighs over the phone. "Just, I'm sorry about yesterday—

"Sofi, it's okay—

"Let me, okay?" She interrupted him and went on. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made out with that guy-" She breathed in. "It was Ryan's home, I disrespected you in front of your friends, Scott. I acted like a damn mess. I shouldn't have come up to you at the party or your house, I'm so sorry Chris." She lamented over the phone and Chris was the one taking a deep breath.

"I think we both acted like fools last night, I said things that I shouldn't have said to you. I wanted to hurt you because I was hurt. God, I'm an asshole—" He groaned. "At Ryan's, at my house, that was just me trying to get a reaction out of you. I should be calling you to apologize."

Sofia chuckle and he heard her sniffle. "It's okay, are you mad at me?"

"No, there's no way that I'll be mad at you. Even if I was, it usually never lasts long." Chris smiles and she does too. "Are you mad at me?"

"Maybe a little," She quickly answered. "But I think I'm mostly jealous,"

"Jealous of who?" Chris asked, not catching what she meant.

"You know who," She whispered and Chris swore she could picture her shrugging and pouting, which made him smile a bit.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't purposefully trying to," He explained. "As I said, I was trying to get out a reaction."

She hummed about his response. "Well, you did. I wanted to slap the hair of your head."

Chris laughed, so did her. "That was hilarious,"

"Yeah, I get really funny when I'm drunk." Sofia rolled her eyes at her and stood up from the sofa. "Anyways, it's kinda late—"

"Yeah…" Chris agreed and bit his finger, he didn't particularly want her to hang up.

"Oh, uhm… Your mom called,"

"Did she?" Chris frowned sitting up on the bed, intrigued.

"Yeap, I'm teaching her and Scott to make Argentinian empanadas. On Friday…"

"That's nice, am I invited?," He smiled and Sofia laughed.

"It's your house, dude."

"Come on," He laughed again. "You want me there?"

Sofia kept quiet for a little while. "Of course I want you there."

—

"So, what happened?" Amanda asked as Sofia groaned beside her, they were walking around the block of Mandy's suburban house.

"I got drunk, we made out—God," Sofia said, feeling embarrassed. "we made each other jealous and then laughed about it last night on the phone."

"You had sex?"

"No, but we slept together and I was a bitch when I woke up."

"As usual, you never were a morning person." Amanda smiled as Sofia grabbed her arm and wrapped it around hers. "You can't keep going like this with him, Sof. You know that, don't you?"

"I know," She scratched her head and sighed deeply. "We stretched it too long, but I love him and I told him that."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, and I took it back—kinda,"

"You're such a bitch," Amanda pinches her on her arm, and Sofia squeaks.

"I never told anyone that I love them,"

"Not even Tiffany?"

"I thought that I loved her, but I know now that I never did. It was all manipulation and downright toxic shit around her narcissistic ass. God, if I was fucked up before Tiffany. She ruined relationships for me,"

"I know,"

"That's why I can't trust Chris because every time we broke up he's off with one of his exes. Tiffany did the same but with random girls not to the same extent as her." Sofia explained. "He goes off to LA, forget all about me here and suddenly when he's in Boston I'm all we ever wanted. I don't know, I—"

"Chris it's nothing like Tiffany, Sofia. Come on," Amanda told her. "And you guys broke up two times, one you broke up with him through text and you kept talking for a bit. You two got back together and he left you—

"He went back to Jenny both times, I didn't even have sex with anyone besides him since we started this."

"You were on a break."

"It doesn't matter and you sound like Ross Geller and he's the worst," Sofia said. "And he said he loves me, you don't go back with your ex if you love someone else." She almost whispered and looked at her friend. "Aren't you supposed to be on my side?"

"I'm always on your side, that's why I'm telling you this. Chris isn't perfect, he made mistakes but he never mistreated you, he never lied either."

"I know that I know…" Sofia nodded a few times as she watched the sun on the clear sky, closing her eyes. "Why is it so complicated?"

—

"How come you don't know how to drive?" Scott asked Sofia and she laughed. They were at his mother's kitchen, chopping some vegetables and chatting, waiting for Lisa to come back from the supermarket.

"Never owned a car before, I didn't see the point of learning and Uber exists now," She laughed and shrugged. "Besides your brother was my personal chauffeur every time he's in town." Sofia sasses him and Scott let out the loudest laugh because it was true.

"And yet, he says that hates driving around,"

"Oh yes, but he loved speeding and scaring the shit out of me," She laughed now and sighed. "And he just laughs grabbing his left titty… Or mine." Scott was screaming when Lisa and Chris walked in carrying a lot of bags.

"What are you two laughing about?" Lisa asked, smiling as Scott and Sofia shared a look and laughed again.

"What did you tell him?," Chris smiled and pointed a finger at Sofia, making them laugh again "Or what did you tell her?" He asked pointing the same finger but now at Scott.

"Nothing Mom, Apparently your son doesn't hate driving around that much," Scott shrugged and Sofia laughed.

"I hate driving around, what are you talking about?" Chris smiled, already knowing where that was coming from.

"Yeah, not for her," Scott said and Chris laughed as he unpacked the grocery from the bags and put it on the counter.

"Of course no, I love her and she used to let me touch her boob—" Chris explained and Sofia choked and Scott let out a screen mixed with laughter.

"Christofer!," Lisa laughed as she threw a whole package of toilet paper at him and they all laughed.

"Ma!" He shouted and laughed.

Sofía couldn't help but think that she loves this, moments like this. She loves them, she loves them all.

—

"Isn't this your wildest fantasy?," Scott asked his brother, as they sneakily watched their mother and Sofia cooking, laughing and day drinking wine.

"Shut up," Chris nudged him off, he was trying to hear what they were talking about. "This is wrong, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes," Scott quickly said and shook his head. "Are you trying to win her back?"

"Yes, I love her. I just wanna be with her,"

"Then go, be with her—be her friend again, Sofia is half way there men. She loves you, she really does."

"You talked to her?" Chris asked.

"I'm telling you nothing, that's between us." Scott said and Chris gave him a stern look.

"Yeah, but she's my girl—what she said?, does she love me back?, does she want me back?," Chris quickly tried to pry information out of his younger brother. Scott as a true friend, kept his mouth shut.

"I won't tell you shit."

"If you don't tell me, when we have another joint interview imma tell you crap yourself in the car." Chris muttered and Scott gasped.

"You wouldn't!,"

"Oh, brother. You wait," Chris said, shaking his head. Fast forward, he did talk about it on national television.

"What are you two whispering about, we can hear your cackling from here!" Lisa shouted as she nudged Sofia, making her laugh.

The brothers walked through the kitchen door, Scott umbothered and Chris was pretending to be unbothered, he might be an actor but his mother saw right through him, he was anxious.

Sofía smiled at him and he returned the smile back, hands on his pockets, looking adorable.

"Can we help?," Chris asked, walking up to her side. Sofia was putting some empanadas on a tray and placing them on the oven.

"We are mostly done," She answered looking around, the kitchen was a mess. "You guys could help clean."

"Ah,yes. I have this thing—ma, I need to talk to you." Scott said pointing out away from the kitchen and Lisa quickly followed.

"I'll be right back, honey" Lisa said to Sofia wiping her hands on a towel. "You help her," She said to Chris.

"Of course." Chris said, quickly putting himself to gather all the dirty things and place them on the sink. "You okay?" He asked, she seemed quiet as she started to do the dishes.

"Yeah, yeah—it's just," She said and looked at him, Chris was concerned because of the last time that they were together in this very same house. They broke up. "I talk with Lisa about what happen last time I was here,"

"Yeah, I told her something about that." Chris said, thinking that he fucked up on telling his mother for a second.

"I know, it's alright." She said and looked down. "She got it, what I feel at that time." Sofia went quiet for a moment and looked at Chris. "I wish I had talked to her that time, you know? Maybe we wouldn't be in this position right now."

"You think That?," He asked, wiping his hands. Eyes focused on her, Sofia nodded a few times as she rinsed a few plates.

"I don't know, maybe—if we ever talked about all the shit we have to talk about." She laughed and Chris snorted.

"So let's talk about it,"

"Right here?," She asked sarcastically. "in your mother's kitchen. Sure,"

"It doesn't have to be here, but I wanna have that talk. I want to sort things out between us," Chris said looking at her, honestly in his voice and Sofia didn't know what to do.

"Chris… I, I don't know. It's been months, there is so much crap between us." Sofia said playing with the towel and looking down.

"I don't want you out of my life, Sofia." Chris said and she looked at him. "I would hate that, I'll regret it all my life."

"I don't want that, I would hate it too." She whispered and turned around to rest her back on the counter and let out a sigh. "I miss you. Not gonna lie about that."

"I miss you too, all the time." He whispered and got close enough to cup her face as she leaned in his touch, closing her eyes. Chris took a deep breath and Sofia wrapped her arms around her torso, holding him tight, burning her face in his chest.

Chris kissed the top of her head and hummed, only for her to hear. "I love you."

"I know," She whispered and looked up, pouting with her eyes glossy.

"sweetheart," Chris said, kissing her face as she smiled at the touch, a sweet moment interrupted by a timer ringing to take out the food of the oven.

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x latina! #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans x ofc

[thevoidismyhome2000]

Studio AU! FluffyNightKiller x Studio AU! XpressoLight

The magic of acting never ceased to amaze Ccino. How actors can so fully take on a persona and effortlessly bring things of fiction to life has always been amazing to Ccino, but especially now. He was preparing the coffee of the big four actors, Nightmare, Killer, Dream, and Cross, making each one perfect by second nature. His hands worked without thought, freeing his mind up to think about other things.

Like the fact that he had to come clean soon.

Ccino groans under his breath at the thought, closing his eye sockets.

When Nightmare and Killer began coming to the cafe during lunch, Ccino was hesitant, but excited. After all, two famous actors had focused their lunchtime on him! At first, it was like a dream. Gradually, he discovered things about them. Killer is infatuated with cats, and Nightmare needs no less than half the cup of creamer and milk in order to drink coffee without gagging.

Ccino became steadily happy to see them, excited and prepared every time. It was a few months of this when something else changed.

Ccino was cleaning up, ready to close up shop, when one hand rapped on the door.

“Hey, can we get something real quick?” The soft voice covered the space within and Ccino let the two visitors in, whom he quickly noted to be Dream, brother of Nightmare, and Cross.

They became something new in his routine.

Nightmare and Killer visited during lunch, and then Dream and Cross would stop by just before closing and walk Ccino home.

Just as had happened with Nightmare and Killer, Ccino gradually felt something for Dream and Cross.

It was only recently that Ccino finally put a word to the feelings he felt around the four actors.

Love.

He loved all four actors with all his heart.

And that led to this situation.

Where he needs to come clean to both pairs.

“Ccino, great work as always.” Came a compliment from the quieter of the two, Nightmare. Killer, meanwhile, was chugging the entire coffee order Ccino had made.

“I don’t know if I can ever make my own coffee again after getting used to you making it, Cc.” Ccino blushes slightly at the nickname Killer gave, freezing as he sees the other pair walking over.

I’d like a hole right now.

Ccino pales, chuckling nervously as Dream and Cross meet up with Nightmare, Killer, and Ccino.

“Hey, Ccino. Have you had a good day?” Ccino nods slightly, Dream frowning gently.

“If you’re having issues with your neighbors, you can always stay at our place.” Ccino shakes his head, trying to hide in his sweater as Nightmare responds.

“Dream? You know Ccino as well?” Dream nods.

“Cross and I have the time in the evenings, so we visit him and walk him home, you?”

“Kills and I can go during lunch, and we just hang out with him.” The two continue talking, leaving Killer and Cross to study Ccino, who is currently trying to melt into the floor.

“Hey, Night, Dream, I think Cc needs a break.” The two focus on Ccino, Nightmare frowning and gently rubbing Ccino’s pink cheeks.

“You’re heating up. Have you gotten enough sleep?” Ccino gives a small nod, not trusting his voice right now, silently thankful that neither pair has picked up on his feelings.

“We’ll be visiting during lunch, in the meantime, Dream, why don’t you take him to the nurse anyways, to make sure he’s okay.” Dream and Cross nod, leading Ccino away. Once they are around the corner, Dream smiles at Cross.

“You can head back, I think Ccino will be fine with just me.” Cross nods, placing a gentle kiss on Dream’s cheek, Ccino turning away from the affection.

I wish that could be me.

“Ccino, I’m not accusing you or anything, but based on the way you reacted, I get the feeling you are hiding something.” Ccino sighs, a little upset he can’t hide his feelings from Dream.

“I...I am...It’s nothing bad! I swear! Well...probably not. I’m…” Ccino stumbles over his words, Dream just smiling patiently. Ccino takes a deep breath, calming down slightly (he can never be truly calm when his blood might as well be coffee at this point).

“Promise you won’t judge me?”

“Promise.”

“Okay...I met Nightmare and Killer a few months before you and Cross...that isn’t the problem. The problem is…” Ccino can feel his cheeks heating up again at the thought.

The problem is I like all of you, and can’t decide which pair I like more.

“Is that all?” Ccino blinks.

“D-did...I say that out loud?”

“Yeap. And if you’re worried about picking a pair, then think about who you click with better.” Ccino releases a noise similar to a whine and a huff.

“If I could decide who I click with better, I would have picked already.” Dream hums softly, smiling.

“Then I suppose there really is a problem here.” Dream chuckles.

“Cause Cross and I fell for you too Coffee Boy. And I can already tell, Nightmare and Killer love you dearly as well.” Ccino slouches.

“Don’t remind me.”

“If you can’t pick, and all of us love you, then the solution is simple.” Dream smiles.

“Go back to your job, I’ll make sure Killer and Nightmare come with Cross and I at closing, okay?” Ccino slowly nods, heading back to his job with Dream, who then heads back to filming.

~~~~~

Ccino prepared their drinks about five minutes before they were due to arrive, cleaning excessively due to nerves mostly. Ever since his conversation, he’s been running different ideas for Dream’s solution in his head.

But there isn’t a solution here! Especially not a simple one.

“-Well, I’m glad we were able to clear that up!” Comes Dream’s voice from outside, laughter buried under the chipper tone.

“Agreed, and thank you for the suggestion.” Nightmare’s reply, in his cool yet soft voice.

“I’m amazed Ccino felt that way about us for so long and didn’t pop like a balloon.” Killer’s statement, with the undertones of excitement.

“Well, Ccino isn’t near as flirty as you.” Cross’s voice and laughter mixed with Killer’s laughter.

“True!” Killer replies, the excitement still there.

Finally, they reach the door, Dream raising his hand to knock.

“I-it’s open.” Dream smiles, pushing the door open, the other three filing in. Ccino is quick to hand them each their drink, making sure he got the order right.

The first several minutes are spent in utter silence as the four drink their coffees while Ccino vibrates between nervousness and wired on coffee. Even after they finish their drinks, none of them speak, only sending respective smiles toward Ccino.

What are they trying to do?

Ccino shudders, taking a deep breath and nervously wringing a nearby towel.

“I-i’m fairly certain Dream told you how I felt. I-i understand if you all are disgusted with me and don’t want to see me anymore. I-i can talk to my boss, get reassigned, never have to see you again,-” A soft hand rubs his tears away. Ccino blinks, staring at Dream, who tilts his head, smiling gently.

“Ccino, don’t cry, please. None of us want you reassigned, and none of us are disgusted with you. In fact...” Dream turns, Nightmare having stood up and crossed the cafe to stand beside Dream.

“We all want to try out Dream’s suggestion.”

“W-which is?” Dream and Nightmare smile, but it’s Killer, who is cuddling a cat, who responds.

“Well, we are all interested in polyamory. So the solution is simply for you to not choose at all.” Ccino tilts his head and Cross pipes up.

“You’ll get both Dream and I as well as Nightmare and Killer. All in one super deluxe package. We’re all in agreement that we are interested in you, and since you can’t make the choice, we figured this would be best, just to see.” Ccino sags against Nightmare, slightly catching the other off-guard.

“So...none of you hate me...for loving you both?” Dream chuckles softly and all the skeletons shake their heads.

“And you don’t hate me for hiding your visits from each other?”

“One, Ccino, we talk to each other at work. It was bound to come out. And two, you have a life outside of us. If we tried to micromanage your life so we were the only ones in it, we’d be toxic.” Ccino sighs, relaxing.

“Great, cause I’m tired, and don’t want to deal with my neighbors today.”

“Sounds great. Come stay at my place for the night.” Nightmare states, looking at the others.

“And no reason not to invite the rest of you over.” Everyone smiles and Ccino just rests on Nightmare. Slowly, Nightmare picks up Ccino, hugging the skeleton close to his chest, Killer and Cross rushing ahead to open the door, Dream smiling.

“Thank you...all...really…” Ccino mumbles as he slowly dozes off on Nightmare’s shoulder. The four look at each other, before grinning down at Ccino, whispering soft ‘goodnights’ to the tired skeleton.

Studio AU Concept and Headcanons courtesy of @zu-is-here, @help-im-a-gay-fish, @kotikaleo, and @yuriyuruandyuraart Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog Cross belongs to @jakei95 Killer belongs to @rahofy-sketch / @rahafwabas Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Honestly, I had so much fun writing this! This is probably my fluffiest oneshot ever.

#Ccillermare/FluffyNightKiller #XpressoLight #studio au #undertale #undertale aus #dream #nightmare #ccino #cross #killer #Hope You Enjoyed My Floofy Writing! #Have A Great Day/Night!

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Talks' : New chapter for "Always for the greater cause..." is out !

Chapter Summary: After Bell managed to remember the day where she met Adler with Stitch & Bellamy, she woke up in her quarters of the Perseus safe house...not able to remember anything from last night...

To read it on AO3, click here!

Taglist: @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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21st February 1981

Yirina 'Bell' Grigoriev, Ex-KGB, Perseus

Bell's personal quarters in the Perseus safehouse 'D8' in East-Berlin, East Germany

I don't know what happened after I was able to remember that day on Rebirth Island but the only thing I was sure of is that my head was like hurting me, a damn headache taking over me and that was the first thing I could notice when I start to reopen my eyes slowly to find myself on a bed...covered in green sheets and half-dressed, not feeling anything around my legs and wearing only a black shirt on my top.

It was weird because...the last thing I remember was to sit on the chair near Wraith to remember the events of Rebirth but after that, it was like a black-out to me, impossible to remember what I did after the memory work was finished. Now, I was in a sort of bedroom, looking like the one I had in Solovetsky: simple & empty of anything that was mine except some clothes on the desk...I've got a feeling that I was reliving the last day...waking up, dressing up and someone will knock at my door to see if I was awake...

However, my headache, my body wasn't really willing to get up from the bed I was on, just staying on it for a while until my body found itself the way to gather some strength and starting to put some clothes on. As I was actually trying to find out where I was, the door of the room opened, revealing Wraith herself.

"Oh, you're awake, Bell!" She exclaimed with a smile, holding in her hands, a glass of water looking white as if a med was in it.

"Where I am?" I asked her, worried and looking around me.

"Don't worry, you're fine & safe," She replied, putting the things she had in her hands to close the door behind her before she took back the glass in her hands to come near me. "Here, drink, it's to appease you," She said, handing me the glass.

"Appease me? What's...what's happening?" I demanded to her, not understanding what was happening right now, why does she was doing this with me?

"You don't remember what happened last night?" She questioned me in a normal voice and to me, I shook my head to her, trying to figure out what I did but nothing came in my head. "You passed out after you decrypted the file for 3 hours," She revealed to me.

"Three hours?" I muttered, taking the glass off her hands in mine, looking at it down as I was like, shocked to hear that,

"After you were done with remembering your day in Rebirth Island, you start to decrypt the file despite my advice to take a rest and as I predicted, you collapsed off your chair," She continued as she moved to take the desk chair to sit near my bed, not even removing her eyes from me. "Hopefully that Knight was there to catch you before you fall on the ground or otherwise, you would have a bandage around your head," She added, sounding like a joke

"I wouldn't like that," I did a small grin to her and a little laugh before taking a sip of the water she gave me, tasting with a med on it.

"I thought that you would have a headache when you will wake up so I took the necessary for you, it's 10 AM by the way," She explained, gesturing to the glass I had and I nodded to her, meaning that I was having one now. "As I was thinking, it was surely one of the things we will have to face with you,"

"One of the things you're facing with me?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Well, you're still recovering from your coma of one month and we're expecting that you can do this sometimes, a little but still doing it," She said to me in a reassuring voice, putting her left hand on the side of the bed. "I'm making sure that you're still well & okay, you're the kind of girl that doesn't give up easily," She stated.

"I can say that," I simply told her, not wanting to brag myself at all.

"I heard a lot of things about you from Stitch, said that you were like the best in Perseus," She implied to me. "He told me of your time with him & Bellamy on Rebirth and the gulag, it's kinda hard to think about what happened to you," She added to me, taking a sad tone in her voice.

"Yeah, it's not the thing I would like to talk about but..." I stopped myself to drink the water before taking a deep breath. "I never thought that Stitch will ever talk about this to anyone," I claimed, in fact, surprised that she was knowing that story better than anyone.

"I'm surprised, to be honest with you," She told me. "When Stitch learned that Adler was coming back against us, he knew that this story needed to be known for some of us,"

"Still, I thought that it would stay hidden deep inside of us but nope, I don't know if it was useful to say that but since it's Stitch..." I was going to continue until I stop myself in my words to make a little laugh about it, never thinking that Stitch would be so willing to share that story with the others. "I don't even remember how my days in the gulag were,"

"I think that you should not think of that, I'm fearing that it can make you pass out like you did last night," She advised me in a good voice.

"Good thinking," I nodded at her, smiling before finishing the glass of water and putting it on the left nightstand as Wraith was looking at me with a smile. "By the way, where's Stitch?" I asked her.

"He's gone into town for the day to meet with people to help us in our next move," She responded to me, removing her hand from the bed to join in with the other one on her lap. "We should be starting to make our first real mission tomorrow, time to plan everything,"

"And what is it about?" I demanded to her.

"Oh, you should not get worried about it, today, we all need some rest before going into action, especially you," She answered, starting to get up from the chair and putting it back in its place. "The briefing will come tomorrow, so no need to worry about it, it's all fine, Bell," She added, reassuring me about that.

"Thank you, Wraith, you're looking great," I commented her, finding like...beautiful in those casual clothes...and my comment caused me to blush...like an idiot.

"Are you complimenting me in a flirting way, Bell?" She asked me, using a rather tone that was mostly seductive to me.

"Uhm...why not?" I raised my shoulders to her with a grin, trying to remove that stupid blush from my face. "I'm sorry if...I did something that..."

"No, that's okay, Bell," She gently cut me, gesturing that it was fine for me to do that with her. "You're also looking good by the way," She continued, giving me the blushing that I was able to remove from my face...damnit...

"Thanks..." I whispered before redressing myself on the side of the bed, Wraith moving away from me and staying near the door, her hands on its door handle. "We can talk later, maybe?" I suggested.

"Of course but not for the large part of the day, I'll be busy making some calls and doing like Stitch," She said to me, opening the door of my room wide open. "You still have Knight to talk to, Bellamy is busy...to listen to music through his headset," She joked about it, even laughing about it. "Anyway, I'm leaving you, hope you will be well," She added before stepping outside the room.

"You too, Wraith," I told her in a low voice, only seen a smile on her face before she closes the door, leaving me alone in the room.

Well, I passed out after finishing to work on that file for hours...that's how I found myself on that bed in that room that was supposedly my personal quarters in the safehouse, and now, I was back alone in it, still under the green sheets of the bed, half-dressed and feeling slightly better than when I woke up, Wraith's glass of water must have been helping to that and it was better...giving me the motivation to get up for good.

I finally put myself back on my feet to join the desk where my clothes were, looking like the same I've got yesterday and I started to dress up while my mind was actually trying to not think about my days in the gulag along with Stitch & Bellamy but somehow, I couldn't have any little thing to remember that as if something was blocking me to do it but as Wraith said, better to think of something else than that.

Once I was ready in my clothes and checking up if everything was in order, I took a deep breath before walking to get out of my room to join the main room of the safehouse but when I stepped out, I was now in a little hallway, seemingly the place where everyone's quarters were, having our names on each door and thankfully, there was a direction for me to join the main room, only a few steps from my own door.

Then, I opened the door, entering the main room of the place, finding Bellamy sit at his desk as Freya said...literally listening to music through headsets at his desk, arms crossed and eyes closed as this Knight I didn't talk with was near his supposed workplace, maintaining an assault rifle and its mag in perfect shape.

"Here you are, Bell," Knight spoke up, seeing me arrive in the room, putting his rifle down on his desk. "Are you going to pass out or not? Just need to know," He asked me, using a funny tone towards me.

"No, I don't think so, Knight," I replied to him, approaching him. "Well, Knight is your name, right?" I demanded him as I wasn't knowing him at all

"Of course, Roman 'Knight' Gary, but call me Knight, it's better and that's how I prefer to be called to," He responded to me, offering his hand for a shake and even if I was a bit feeling disturbed, I still decided to shake hands with him.

"You're sounding Irish..." I told him, having remark his accent that wasn't sounding Russian at all.

"Yeap, I was born in Belfast, Ireland," He explained, leaning against his desk and looking at me, crossing his arms. "Joined the MI6 in 1965 before getting myself resigned a year earlier, that accent is one of the many things I kept when I joined Perseus," He added to me, giving me more details about him.

"Why did you join?" I questioned him curiously,

"Chaos & destruction...I was promised that and I'm willing to have it," He immediately answered to me, not even giving a second to think about his answer and it quite surprised him. "I hope that you're not like Bellamy himself," He gestured towards Bellamy with his head, making me look at him, listening to music...or sleeping.

"Oh no, not at all," I reassured him.

"Wait, let me do something," Knight winked at me, putting his finger right in front of his lips before he starts to walk slowly towards Bellamy, getting behind me, and with his hands, he suddenly slammed them on Bellamy's desk, causing the music listener to jump out in scare from his chair on the ground.

"Damnit, for fucking fuck sake...Knight, you fucker!" Bellamy cursed, looking at him as Knight was literally laughing from the situation soon discreetly followed by me.

"I'm sorry but it was so tempting," Knight said to him, not removing his funny face to Bellamy.

"You will see soon how I can retaliate, buddy," Bellamy asserted, going back on his feet and cleaning his shirt with his hands. "And you? That's making you laugh?" He spoke up in my direction, making me stop to laugh even if I was continuing on the inside.

"What? A girl can't laugh here?" I protested, trying to stay positive towards him but he only rolled his eyes around.

"Fucking whatever, don't try to do it again, Knight," He warned Knight as he was going back to sit on his chair, redressing it and then, putting his headset back on.

"You're going to be used to him and his attitude, don't worry, Bell," Knight got back next to me, sounding happy and still laughing about the joke he pulled out. "You might want to have a beer or something to eat, I presume?"

"Yeah, I would like that," I replied to him before my belly started to growl, making a weird noise.

"See that someone is willing to eat," Knight stated, moving to tap me in a gentle & friendly way on the back of my right shoulder before walking with me towards the direction of a fridge in the main room...

"I hope that you like to have a beer, Bell!"

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21st February 1981

Vikhor 'Stitch' Kuzmin, Perseus

Somewhere around East-Berlin, in a phonebooth

"Wraith, how the situation is doing at the safe house?" I was on a phonebooth after having made a meeting with another agent and now, I needed to have news from her about Bell, what happened to her last night was anticipated and her safety was primordial...she was knowing a lot of things for us...Wraith was the one to call for that...

"All good, she's just woke up minutes ago, now taking a drink & eating with Knight after the latter pulled out a prank on Bellamy," Wraith replied to me through the phone as I was looking around, the rain falling on the city...shitty city..."Apart from that, she's looking fine, I gave her meds and the food she's eating has already been rigged, everything is fine,"

"Of course, that's our main objective with her," I reminded her of that. "Are the cameras & micros working in her room?" I asked her.

"Yes, soon as she woke up that I moved to talk with her," She responded to me. This was a way to keep a perfect eye on Bell's actions, we couldn't let her do anything weird or suspicious against our back even if she's 'one of us' for the moment. "You know well that I'm keeping an eye on her and if I have to, I will do it closer,"

"Maybe, our objective is to keep Bell alive to give us where's Adler is hiding, along with helping about Greenlight," I told her, reminding her again of Bell's usefulness with us.

"Stitch, our main goal is to secure Greenlight before moving to Adler, that's the thing we needed to discuss now," She said to me, using a very serious voice with me. "We can't press things with Bell, the dose you're asking to do are too high, she could risk passing out more often than before, we..."

"And let our chances to get Adler flying away? No chances!" I cut her in a harsh tone, taking a look around me to see if I wasn't watched in case. "The doses are normal to me, no objections about it on the subject will be discussed, understood?" I demanded from her.

"If we're going that path, we're losing her, are you understanding this, or your quest to get Adler is blinding you?" She asked me in a harsh tone as I did before, feeling her voice close to the phone as she was having something to hide. "We both know how MK-Ultra works, we lose her and we're done, she's like the only hope for us to get a hand on Greenlight," She added.

"It seems that you forgot who is leading here, Wraith," I recited to her, my position in here. "I'm the one leading this whole operation against the West to get Adler and use Greenlight and I will not allow everyone to counter me on anything that is blocking how I see things," I insisted on my choices to her, making sure that she understands.

"Fine," She sighed through the phone after a few seconds I was done giving her my thoughts. "At least, if we lose Bell, we're having someone to blame on," She said like that but I wasn't angry...just normal.

"I'm doing this for the Collective, more we stay on the usuals dose, more Bell will be staying loyal and not drifting away from us," I told her clearly. "The things we're doing are going to pave the way for our Greater Russia, it's the only way, Wraith,"

"I understand, Stitch, I understand," She confirmed in a low voice, feeling like she was disturbed but I didn't care...our goals were first.

"Good, I'll let you take care of Bell's situation, her next dose should be given soon, I'm heading out to another meeting before coming back to the safe house," I announced to Wraith after I checked my watch on my left wrist.

"Okay, later then," She simply said before she literally hanged up the phone from her side and the only thing I did was to roll my eyes around, not even annoyed or disturbed by her moves...she was reminded and it was her only attitude...

I put back the phone at its place before I took a look around, seeing the rain falling on the street heavily and I took a deep breath before I put on my hood to get out of the phonebooth I made my call to Wraith, now walking away towards my next destination with one of my contacts, my thoughts on one main thing....

I will find you, Adler...and it's one of yours that will help me...

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #cod #call of duty cold war #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #freya wraith helvig

[drunk-onsunlight]

Day #7 of  Promptmas

Chapter 7:  Listen to the fireplace roar

Summary:

Peter is sh00k but Peter and MJ need to be the greatest actor in the planet and prove everyone that their relationship is as real as the snow on a Christmas day.

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Notes: Trigger Warning: anxiety thougth

Concept: Meeting the family & fake dating at a family holiday party

Dialogue: “What’s Christmas really about” “VENGEANCE!”

December 23rd

MJ was shock, yes, but certainly not as much as Peter. They landed on their building rooftop and MJ felt Peter’s eyes all the time on her, and that’s saying a lot because he was wearing his mask again. She decided to go down the wall to get to their apartment window and soon Peter was doing the same. She noticed that she needed her claws to do it while Peter touched smoothly the walls with his hands. She was definitely asking Peter about his powers later.

“You need to stop looking at me like that. I’m surprised too but we need to go to the Stark’s house in a few minutes” MJ moved to her bedroom, but this time she let her door opened, there was no need to hide anymore

She took some cozy clothes and decided to take a quick shower before changing. Once she was done she packed the cookies and the frosting she made to decorate them with Morgan, on her rush to pack she noticed that Peter was sitting on the couch looking at the wall

“Peter, what are you doing? Why do you still have your suit on? … Peter?” He was in his own little world, she knew it happened when he was stressed or worried about something. "Peter, you ok?” She spoke softly to him

“Mmmm” She took that as a no “Too much”

“Too much of what, exactly?” She decided to sit next to him, maybe just for moral support

“We need to go, set a believable story for everyone. Ned asked me about it and I didn’t know what to answer. He had a bag, right? You mentioned it. He did buy it. You stole money and today you were helping the people not to get hurt. Who’s the Prowler, by the way?”

“Peter I know you have lots of question but we need to go. We can talk about this later. I promise I will give you an explanation. It’s not a bad thing. You need to remember what I told you at the park the other night” MJ knew how it looked for him. She stole money, lots of money, he didn’t know the reason. He saw her twice with Rhino and the Prowler, talking and even he saw them “exchanging” money for some favor maybe. And they have been friends forever, lived together for so long, he said it. For him, she was one of the bad guys.

“What’s our cover story then, for the Starks?” It was the first time he looked at her eyes since they arrived home

“Go get change and we can talk about that on our way there” She didn’t have a plan either. She thought Peter was going to freak out and back out but he didn’t. She wasn’t even sure why she did it. The family story was true but she never cared about their comments enough to have a fake boyfriend

Ten minutes later they were on a taxi to go to the Stark house. She could see Peter checking his phone. Apparently May was trying to contact him after Tony Stark called her to invite her and Happy to the family reunion and told her about their “relationship” and then another round of calls and texts after the fight with Rhino

“May is going to kill me! I have 50 calls and another 40 messages”

“Just tell her that you are good and that we are going to see her soon” MJ was also checking her phone. She wrote her little friend about the new information she had on Doctor Octopus and his friends

“Well, some of her messages are about us. Which reminds me of, what are we gonna do? Mostly about Morgan, she knows we are not together”

“Yes but she kind of confirmed her parents we were in a relationship of some sort so she on the same boat with us. If she helps then we good, but if she doesn’t we will need to tell them the truth”

“Ok. So, how this happened and when? Ned mentioned something about the movie night that he noticed but didn’t wanted to talk about there or something like that”

“What about the movie night?”

“I don’t know! He was rambling and said that but never explained what he meant”

“Well, what if we say we have been dating for a month? Is not that long for everyone to believe it’s fake but long enough to start telling everyone?”

“Sounds good. Are we going to tell them you know who I am?” He looked at the taxi driver to see if he was paying attention to their conversation “You know what I mean”

“Yeah, I get it”

“Wait! We have a problem there. Almost everybody in this reunion knows I am… amm... you know. Except for Betty and you”

“Why just us?” she felt a little bit offended. Weren’t they best friends that trusted each other? Ok, not like she told him her secret but she had been doing this for a few months, not years like Peter have

“It’s not the first time Ned has been caught in a fight and Pepper had some bad experiences too with Tony. We wanted to keep you both save. Happy knows because he works really close to the Starks and May found me wearing the suit in high school. After Washington, remember that?”

“Of course I do. How I never found out?” She took proud of herself for being so observant and she had observed Peter for too long not to noticed anything

“That’s a very good question actually. I was always afraid of you finding out or getting in danger or maybe just observing enough and discovering me”

“I had my suspicions but I guess I had other things in mind” Like her forever stupid crush on him, the decathlon team, her family, finding a good college and a job and now Black Cat. Normal people stuff.

“After Ned and May found out I tried to be more careful around people too”

Peter decided to tell MJ the story of how Ned found him crawling on his ceiling one night, the real reason why he left at homecoming and how he felt guilty for Liz and her family. The he talked about May, how she found out. Her relationship with Happy and the many times Ned helped him during different fights. He was talking about Karen, his AI when they arrived to a huge facility. She knew where they were, the Avenger’s facilities

“Weren’t we having this family reunion at their house? What are we doing here?” Before he answered, he paid for the taxi drive and promised MJ she could pay the drive back home

“This is like home to the Avengers, but the reunion is not exactly here. It’s on a cabin on Tony’s Club, the Coveleigh Club.”

“Show off”

“It’s Tony Stark, he likes to show off a little but he actually does it for safety. What if one of the bad guys finds out the real identities of some avengers are and use that to hurt people? He always thinks of everything. But first, I want to show you something”

“Inside the facilities?”

“Yeap. That’s were my lab is”

“You have a lab? Wait, of course you have a lab, nerd” He was walking through the buildings like he owned the place. His confidence was higher as a superhero and right now he was Peter Parker on a Spider-Man mission, not just Peter. When they arrived to a white, small building he approached a high tech board and talked to it.

“Hi, Karen! I need to go in. Can you open the door for me?” He spoke to the board like it was a person and not some kind of program

“Hi Peter. Can you confirm your password?” the machine answered with a very real voice, not those fake computer generated voices she used to know

“Peter Parker. Favorite young adult” She could see how proud he was on his password, what a nerd.

“Welcome Peter. Have fun in the lab” The glass door opened and he moved to a side and made a move with his hand to let MJ go in first

“Ok. What are we doing here?”

“Don’t you think it’s amazing? I love this place. It’s were I create new formulas for my webs, design new suits, fix my webshooters. Wanted to show you my second home” He was looking at a white board with some formulas on it. The tittle on it was “venom webs?”

“It’s actually really cool. Does Stark help you with these things? The formulas, the suits?”

“Not anymore. He did but now he comes here to mess with me, talk and check how everything is going. He has his own lab, that’s where Morgan goes when she is bored”

“He still designs things for Stark Industries?”

“Yes and no. He is mostly working with Shuri, she is Queen in Wakanda. Together they have health projects to help people with disabilities. A few of the Avengers were the first ones to be part of the project” MJ was shock, she knew about Wakanda and how they helped develop new technologies but never thought the Avengers could have been part of those kind of projects. And not as a nice face to show the project but as patients. Maybe she judged them too hard at a certain point

“That’s really cool”

“Yeah. I help when I can but I’m not that good at medicine” She was looking at the different shelves Peter had. She could see many artifacts that were probably part of his suits. He had a table with something that looked like a glass board in the center of the lab

“You are a genius Peter, you could learn the basics and then probably came up with the cure for a disease that doesn’t exist yet” She placed her hand on the glass and she felt it vibrate under her touch

“Confirmation denied”

“Oh, sorry” She was speaking to Peter but the table spoke again

“Don’t worry. Maybe try again” The AIs weren’t unknown to her but that was actually weird

“Who’s that?” She spoke softly to Peter just in case the AI decided to answer her instead of Peter

“Oh. She is Karen. Tony designed it for my first suit but I moved it to the lab and I report things to her and then she helps me design or adjust fight patterns. Like with Rhino, we record every fight then analyze it and I’m more ready for the next time. Karen, show me the damage I manage to make today on Rhino’s suit, include the modifications on the armor that you detected”

“Ok, Peter. Anything else?” Some lights on the table were blinking and different codes were running through the screen

“Nope, just want to show MJ what you can do”

“Oh. So, Michelle is here? Congrats Peter. Should I record her fingerprints for later?”

“Congratulations?” MJ was very curious about what Karen had recorded to answer like that

“Yes. Tony told me he was going to be deadly old when Peter finally did a move…” Peter pressed a button on the screen and Karen stopped talking

“Did you mute her?”

“Nope. Karen, the graphics. Thanks” The screen started to form a 3D shape of Rhino, after a few seconds it began to divide into parts. The arms, the legs, she could see every little detail on Rhino’s armor. Suddenly she had an idea

“Karen? Show me everything you have on Black Cat” Peter’s eyes got bigger when she finished the sentence but couldn’t do anything. Karen was already forming new elements in 3D.

The central image was her on the leather suit. She recognized the image from the park the other night. When she placed herself behind Peter, Karen was scanning her. Next to her image there were different descriptions, most of them with question marks. He was right, he didn’t know much about Black Cat.

“Retractile claws, mountaineering equipment, ice skate, not her real hair, not her real voice. Very observant, Peter. Yes, I have retractile claws. Yes, I use mountaineering equipment but is slightly modified for my purposes. Definitely not my real hair or voice. What do you mean with the ice skate thing?”

“Amm…” He was scratching his neck like he did every time he was nervous “The day we went ice skating you did a flip on the rink and then you did the same flip but on a building wall. When I saw Black Cat doing it I remembered you doing it on the ice rink, so I told Karen to search for the flip you did and collate the data with Black Cat’s flip. But guess what Karen, we found our Black Cat and no need for those things”

“Do you want me to delete the Black Cat file, Peter?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to delete it, Em?” Peter was looking directly at her eyes and she actually considered what it could mean for her to be part of his official records or the Avengers records. Maybe she didn’t like the idea of being on the radar but maybe her little friend wasn’t wrong either, she needed help every once in a while

“Karen?” She made a decision while looking at Peter’s brown eyes

“Yes, Michelle?”

“Can you add to Black Cat that her real identity is Michelle Jones?”

“Will do” She turned to the graphics again and saw the ‘Real Identity’ item that had a question mark change to her name

“Thanks, Karen. And you can keep my fingerprints for next time. I think we should go. They are waiting for us” She started moving to the door without looking at Peter when she felt his hand on hers. She stopped in her tracks and turned to see him looking at her

“Thanks. And you are more than welcome to my lab any time you need. You have pretty nice tech but I know it can improve. If you want, you can design more things here, or improve what you need” He was still holding her hand and began to massage her knuckles softly.

“I’ve never designed anything, actually. I have some help with that, thanks for the offer too. Maybe one day I will introduce you to the guy who helps me doing this” He released her hand and put it on the pocket of his jeans

“Oh. Yeah, that would be nice”

He walked past her and opened the door for them to go out. After he locked the glass door, they walked in silence through the facilities until they arrived to an open area. She didn’t see any cars or vans that could take them to the Club Peter mentioned before

“Am I missing something? Where’s the car?”

“Let me send a quick message” after a few minutes she heard it

“Are you kidding me?”

“What do you mean?”

“A helicopter?” The sound was louder by the second

“It’s a long way on a car. On the helicopter we will be there in a few minutes” His soft smile made her stomach turn a few times. How he managed to do that? She wasn’t sure

Peter was right, the helicopter flight lasted a few minutes from the facilities to a huge club with a central building, an Olympic pool, a beach and a golf course. The cabins were close to the club but not enough so the people weren’t going to bother the ones on the cabins. And they weren’t “normal cabins” they were luxury cabins. They stopped at a huge cabin, with three floors and wood walls. On the door a “Merry Christmas” sign to welcome them. She felt more and more nervous every second they had to wait for someone to open the door. Maybe they shouldn’t be doing this, maybe it wasn’t worth it and she should apologize and go home and then spend the rest of the winter break with her family, yeah that would be good. While she was planning to run away, the door opened in front of them to a very smiley May.

“Peter! You’re alive!” she pulled him so hard for a hug that they almost fell down

“May, I’m fine. Sorry for not calling, I was a little busy” May let Peter go and turned to look at her

“Yeah. Busy with your girlfriend. I’m still mad you didn’t tell me, you know how much I love MJ, Peter” Ok, time to act, she was stocked now with everyone in this huge cabin for Christmas. She could totally do this, well, she hoped so

“Yeah. Ammm, we were fixing some things back home” Peter was scratching his neck again and that was making her nervous

“The good thing is that your bags are here already. By the way, MJ your cookies are adorable! Morgan is really happy to see you both”

“Hi May” She knew May for a really long time but she couldn’t help but feel like she was meeting everyone for the first time again

“Come on in! We have hot chocolate if you want!” May hug her and took their hands in each of hers and guide them inside the cabin. A huge living room with a 8’2” Christmas tree welcomed them.

Sitting on the couch she saw some old faces and some new ones. Morgan was the first one to jump from her spot next to the tree and ran to them. May released Peter’s and MJ’s hands second before Morgan crashed against Peter.

“Hey, peanut!” Peter lifted Morgan from the ground and made them turn around a few times before placing her back on her feet. MJ realized Peter lifted Morgan like that every time they saw each other. How she never realized that this was not something ordinary someone could do? She doesn’t know. Now that she knew who Peter was, it all made sense

“Hi, big bro. What took you so long?”

“Ammm. I got caught up in something at the facilities” After he finished his explanations to Morgan, the girl turned to MJ and looked at her with a little bit of mischief in her eyes

“Should I call you big sis now?” Morgan said her welcomes loud enough to make everyone laugh while MJ was blushing

“Hi, Morgan” MJ closed the distance between the girl and her to mess with her hair a little to make Morgan ran away from them

“Well, MJ you already know Uncle Happy, May, Ned and Betty” Morgan took the place of hostess

“Hey, Happy. What’s up, Loser? Hi, Betty” Everyone greeted her really quickly from the couch

“But you don’t know my mom and dad!” Morgan took MJ’s hand and they walked through the cabin until she was standing in front of the Starks

“I’m really happy to finally meet you, Michelle. Peter and Morgan talk a lot about you. And you are right Morgan, she is beautiful” Pepper extended her hand to greet her. Her soft smile and warm eyes calmed MJ’s nerves. “I’m Virginia, but everyone calls me Pepper”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” MJ always heard Peter expressing his admiration and respect for Pepper but he could never quite said why. Now she got it, Pepper was the kind of woman to inspire others and not even noticed

“Finally!! I could have sworn you were in Ned’s and Pete’s imagination if I wasn’t seeing you in person now. You know who I am but no formalities. Call me Tony” Apparently MJ was speechless in front of Tony Stark, not that she was that impressed by him. She just knew how important he was for Peter, the man almost adopted him and saved the planet a few times or whatever. And her opinion on him had changed a little. Now she was literally speechless

“Nice to meet you, Tony” MJ managed to say a sentence after a few uncomfortable seconds after Tony spoke.

“I need the full story later, Pete” MJ was so nervous about meeting the Starks she didn’t notice that Peter was standing really close to her, so close his right hand was on her right shoulder.

“Hi, old man” Peter dropped his hand from her shoulder and moved forward to hug Tony. When they stopped hugging, Peter’s hand was back on her shoulder like it was something they did on a daily basis

“We need to talk about today too. There were a lot of new people, wasn’t it?” MJ knew what Tony was talking about. Today’s fight between Rhino and Spider-Man was in every possible channel and she bet he saw every bit of it

“Yeah. Some new, others surprisingly not so new” Peter looked at Ned and then back at Tony. MJ wondered if she needed to pretend here that she didn’t knew who Peter was because of Betty. She was the only one that didn’t know his superhero identity

“Well, maybe you should go talk to Tony while I say hi to Ned and Betty” MJ still needed to check if Ned was ok with her and the Rhino thing.

“What a wonderful idea Michelle. Let’s talk while your girlfriend checks on everyone else” Peter moved away from her but stopped after a few steps

“Come here for a moment, please?” Peter took MJ’s hand and dragged her close to the Christmas tree and then whispered to her ear

“Should I keep the information of Black Cat for myself? It’s totally up to you because I know he will ask me about me going with Cat after the fight” MJ already took her decision on Peter’s lab when he asked to delete or not her info.

“You can tell him. I need to check on Ned, he is more important right now. And I know he must know some things about me that are not to flattered but I will work on that later” She made sure to spoke softly back to him so no one could hear them

“Ok. See you in a few” They looked at each other’s eyes and MJ’s stomach did a flip from how close they were. It was annoying how often that was happening. Peter turned around and left after Tony

“Ow. You guys look so cute together!” MJ came out of her mind as soon as she heard Morgan’s words.

“Speaking of cute things. We need to talk about something, Morgan”

“I don’t know what’s that but we can talk about whatever you want, big sis” Morgan’s innocent face didn’t fool her

“Dork, can we talk for a moment?” Important business first. She needed to know Ned didn’t hate her

“Yes. Of course” MJ saw an entrance that could lead to another room so she headed there without actually knowing where they were going. Soon, she found out in was the kitchen. A huge kitchen. It was probably as big as Peter’s and hers apartment.

“So… why are we here, MJ?” Ned was curious as if he didn’t know what they needed to talk about

“You know why Ned” She was trying to act casual but it wasn’t working

“Ok yes. I know and I’m really excited! You guys dating plus Peter being Spider-Man and you!!! YOU ARE BLACK CAT!”

“Ned stop shouting!” How on earth he was able to keep Peter’s secret? She had no idea if he acted like this

“Wait… Peter said something about Black Cat stealing money and that he needed to pay more attention to here because of that” Ned started to pace on the kitchen while talking “Are you stealing money? Why? I know you are not rich but you work part time as an assistant on a firm, do you need money for something? We can help you”

“Ned!” He stopped talking and walking, then looked at her with a million questions on his eyes “I know you have lots of questions but this is not the right place to talk about this. Nobody knows, well, just three people know”

“Who else?” MJ wasn’t ready to tell everyone who helped her doing all of this. The real reason she was stealing money from some bastards, the reason she didn’t trust law or justice to take care of this

“Peter, Tony Stark and you. They are talking about that right now” It wasn’t entirely a lie but she knew it wasn’t the full information either

“Betty doesn’t know? I thought she knew about this. You both share everything”

“What? No. It’s not like I got home one day and called Betty “Hey mate. Guess what, now I have a black suit and some magic tricks to go out patrol in the middle of the night. How was your day?” That’s not how this works. You know that” She knew she was speaking to quickly but Ned made her a little anxious about the whole situation

“Yes, that’s true. Sorry”

“It’s ok Ned. What I was actually really concerned was about you. How are you? I saw your hands and knees bleeding after Rhino launched the car at the crowd” Ned’s face showed the panic he felt hours ago in the Rockefeller Center

“Yeah. My hands are good but one of my knees not so much. I had to tell Betty what happened, well… kind of, and she bandaged me. There was an embedded glass and she had to remove it with tweezers, she wasn’t having fun with that”

“I’m sorry, but you ok? It’s the gift ok, too?”

“Yeah. It’s a little painful but it’s fine. And the gift it’s perfect too. Mr. Stark helped me hide it in one of the rooms as soon as we arrived so, all good” The happiness shown in his face was like nothing she have ever seen in Ned. It was beautiful to watch

“MJ!” She heard Peter scream from one of the rooms, she didn’t know exactly where she was calling her or why. She managed to went back to the living room they were in first and found Peter with worried eyes

“You ok?” What if Tony hated her now for being Black Cat and told Peter to kick her out of the cabin? Not that she cared what he thought about her he didn’t knew why she was doing what she did and if he wanted to kick her out then she wasn’t going to justify herself to him. She knew she was helping people so fuck him

“Oh! There you are. Couldn’t find you and I thought you were gone” What? So no deal with Stark? Damn her anxiety! It always got the worst out of her when under too much pressure

“I was speaking with Ned, remember?” They walked towards each other and found themselves on the main couch.

“All good?” He was worried about Ned too, she knew him too well

“Yeah. What about you?”

“A little surprised but all good. We have the same questions but later” She knew she promised Peter answers and she needed courage to tell him everything. She had kept this for a long time to her and sharing it wasn’t going to be easy

“WE SHOULD DO A BONFIRE!!!” Morgan shouted for everyone to hear her idea. The good thing, everyone agreed with her.

Everyone left the cabin and settled on the sand next to the beach. May and Happy started to stack logs for the bonfire while Pepper and Morgan brought food from the cabin to the outside. MJ and Peter were carrying some tree trunks to serve as chairs for all of them and Ned and Betty brought blankets from the rooms to the beach.

When the bonfire was ready and everyone was comfortable with blankets, Morgan started to prepare some s’mores for everyone. The conversation was flowing around them when Tony interrupted everyone

“Hey Pete, MJ! You guys own us a story. Peter, how did you go from “Oh, MJ is so intelligent and beautiful” to “Michelle Jones is my girlfriend”? We all want to hear that!” They all turned to see them while agreeing with Tony. They wanted to hear a story that wasn’t there because they totally forgot about making something up. Time to improvise

“First of all, I don’t sound like that. Second, I never said any of those phrases” Peter tried to defend himself but no one was buying it

“Maybe the first one at some point during high school, even after that” Ned knew exactly how to fluster Peter and he was killing it. MJ couldn’t help but laugh a little

“I definitely heard it at some point during the last week” Morgan joined Ned’s comments and if MJ was correct, Peter wanted to hide his head on the sand and never go out again

“I’m pretty sure I heard that too”

“May! Can you not help them, thanks” Everyone was laughing and Peter was bright red

“Okey. Enough of bullying my nephew. We all want to hear how this happened and why nobody knew about it”

“Maybe MJ can tell the story” Oh no, he didn’t. Damn, she needed to think fast about some good plausible story

“You will totally regret this Peter” She whispered to Peter’s ear and then turned to look at the bonfire while she started her story, their story.

“Well it wasn’t that long ago, actually. And he didn’t make a move, it was me. He was too afraid and too astonished to ask me so I had to end all of that tension” Peter was blushing even more than before

“Of course it was you, MJ” Betty looked really proud of her

“Was that on the movie night you guys had at the start of winter break or before that?” Morgan provide her with a piece of story they never thought about

“Yes. There” MJ and Peter spoke at the same time

“We were watching the first Christmas movie of the season and you know, it was one of those romantic movies and that set the tone. I thought “why not? I’m not stupid, we like each other like more than friends so it’s now or never and let’s hope for the best” and that was it. We have been dating since that” What an awful story but she didn’t care. It was plausible enough and she read somewhere that when you gave lots of details on a story it was because it was false

“What a shitty story. I want full details of that! What actually was the move you did? Did you say something or kissed him? I need the juicy details, Em!” damn Betty and her journalist mind

“She kissed me. One second I was watching the movie and the next thing I knew was MJ was all over me. She couldn’t resist herself” Peter cut MJ’s answer and now it was her time to blush. Everyone was laughing and cheering at her

“Oh. Holidays bringing people together! It’s beautiful” May was looking fondly at them

“Yes! What’s Christmas really about?” It was the first time Happy made an intervention in the conversation

“VENGEANCE!” MJ’s answer came out with so much force that everyone stopped talking and looked at her. All their faces showed a different emotion between worry and fear “I’m joking!” As soon as she said that, everyone started laughing, except for Peter. He knew she was speaking her mind and that she was deadly serious about her answer

“MJ?” Peter whispered to her while everybody kept commenting on how cute they were together

“Yes?”

“We seriously need to talk about Prowler and Rhino. You can’t fight them on your own”

“We will see that” MJ said it in a soft tone but hard enough for him to know that she was deadly serious about it, she wanted revenge. They were hurting people she cared about and they had to pay for that.

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #peter parker mcu #michelle jones mcu #ned leeds #betty brant #may parker #happy hogan #tony stark #pepper pots #pepperony

[emiisanxious]

The Other's One-Shot - 1

Going to cross-post it on AO3 soon, but for now, here are a new series! It will be out of order, ages can bounce here and there, mostly the side will be around 15 ~ 20 years tho.

I take request to write for this! Just know a couple of things when requesting:

Main Core [Roman, Logan and Patton], isn’t the focus on this. They can appear or even be mentioned, but it’s not about them.

I can do ships, but again not the focus of this.

This is before Accepting Anxiety, so Virgil will be Paranoia for this series.

Now the chapter!

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"REMUSSSSS COME BACK HERE!" Janus was yelling as he was running trying to catch an adolescent green trait, who was running towards the kitchen and was now behind Virgil. The said trait was sitting eating his dinner.

"What is happening?" A curious look at the situation as Janus was leaning on the door trying to calm down and breathe. The three were adolescents, but Deceit got promoted to mother since he was always the one to put order there and help them, fair to say at least he tries.

"Mom is trying to take away my dirty! He doesn't like me like I am!" Remus says as he gets an offended look from Janus.

"You're lying! I love the way you're. You just need to take a shower!" Janus wasn't angry, but he was a bit hurt by what Remus said.

"Remus, tell mom sorry. He is hurt by your words." Virgil sighed as he turns to pick up Remus.

"Sorry, mom... But... But... I don't need a shower! I took one yesterday!" He didn't like when Deceit was hurt by his words, but still, he didn't want to take a shower.

"Well, sucks for you." Was all that Paranoia said before he moved to drop Remus in Janus's arms. "You need to shower daily."

Deceit was happy with the help, as he holds the Dark Creativity. "Thanks." The green trait tried to kick and get free but he didn't want to hurt the other so he just pouted. "Vee, don't forget to do the dishes." As the yellow trait left to shower the other.

“THAT is something not happening." Virgil thought before he finished his dinner and went to the sink, at least he passed the water over the plate he used. Before he sinks down to his room, he hated the idea of doing dishes, it always stresses him out. Mostly because he freaks out with the minimal of the details and he always stays there at least 2 hours to clean everything. He even had those neat utensils to clean the corners, or straws, or even between the tupperware lids. But that was too much.

He couldn't deal with that, nope, he could help make Remus take a shower, but when it comes to his part of helping The Commons be clean? Nope, he couldn't. In his room, he lay down burying his head on the pillow. He could hear Remus yelling about how he didn't want to and how he wasn't going to help.

Putting a headphone and some music he closed his eyes. After 20 minutes, he could hear Janus yelling. "REMUSSSSS GO GET DRESSED! VIRGIL! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

"It seems he found I didn't do the dishes huh?" He was going to move, but it was to lock his door. Just in time for he hears the knocking.   "I know you're there! Open it up!" Janus's voice wasn't angry, yet he was in his mommy mod.

"Don't wanna. You know how I stress doing that!" He tried to argue for what was... well he lost count at how many this happened.

"Yeah, I know but to overcome it you need to do it!"

"I don't wanna overcome it." He pouted as he sits in front of the door. "Ask Remus to do it."

"You know he will just break it. Come on Vee, help me clean. I'm tired..." It was true, making Remus take a shower always was a fight, and even after was still a fight. "I still need to make him dress something."

"Nope. I can make him dress something tho."

"Virgil, don't start trying to run away from what I'm asking."

"I won't do dishes! And I won't leave for a week if you try to force me!" He heard a sigh.

"Fine, change with me then. From now on, you shower Remus and make him dress something and I will do the dishes."

"I can try to do that." It was more realistic than promising he was going to.

"Uuuuuurgh..." Janus didn't like it but he didn't say anything else as he just moves to do the dishes.

In the next week, as Virgil said, he would try, sometimes he was able to, others not so much. That is when it got to be too much work and he just stopped trying.

"VIRGIL! DO DISHESSSSSS! REMUSSSSSS FOR FUCKING SSSSSSSSAKE GET BACK HERE!" Janus was back at yelling.

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Edit: Also I need to thank @brownietimeee because Elena is the one who gave me the idea and supported me to write this down. So yeap.

#Virgil Sanders #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #TS Virgil Sanders #TS Remus Sanders #TS Janus Sanders #TS Anxiety #TS Dark Creativity #TS Deceit #fanfic

[hogwartsambientfeverdream]

Afternoon Forest Breeze

The week was finally ending… Everyone was starting to relax and calm down from the weekly tension. And that was exactly what Lily and Adrianne were doing.. Their favourite way to unwind would be to take a walk in the forest and then lay down under the trees to loosen up. The smell of the trees, the sounds of the birds, the light picking throught the orange leaves… The whole ambience was perfect for a Friday afternoon after class…

Lily would usually accompany these moments with a book and Adrianne with some of her muggle herbs and weeds… Adrianne’s ways always fascinated Lily, who shared her grandefather’s Arthur interest for the muggle world. They started hanging out around the second year. She was always a very bizarre girl, in the best way possible.. Always wearing colourful clothes made by her lovely mom and aunt, whose shop Lily had visited multple times since befriending her. She reminded her a lot of Luna, but in a more interesting way… She was pretty much one of the strange muggle kids in her year, which made her a perfect match for Luna who made friends quite difficult and a lot of people considered her rather remote for a Potter.

“Soo, tomorrow it’s Saturday..”, Adrianne said all knowingly… 

“Yeah, so…?”, Lily answered very knowing very well the conversation which was about to begin.

“So..? So, what are you going to do? I mean, we’ve been discussing about it very little this whole week.. That is really not the Lily I know of… You know, the one who doesn’t stop talking when it comes to Scorpius..”

“Haha, yeah i know.. But honestly i really don’t know what even to discuss… I mean, even to myself… I don’t even know if i’m even going… Who am i kidding, i’m clearly going.. But what will I do? I can’t talk to him… Not in front of Albus and Rose anyway…”

“Why not? I’m not saying making your move literally in front of them, but you know… Maybe you could accidentaly be just the two of you…”, Adrianne said while smirking.

��I’m not so sure about it… I don’t know… I mean, even if i could, I don’t think he is attracted to me the way I am to him.. I think he mostly sees me as his little sister…” Lily said…

“It doesn’t seem like it though… Judging by his attitude lately, i’d say Mr.Malfoy feels the same way as you, but like you he doesn’t know how to process fancying the little sister of his longtime best friend…”

Adrianne magically was always able to understand those situations far better than Lily… “It seems quiet logical what she says”, Lily thought…

“Oh, and speaking of the devil..”, Adrianne said while looking up her shoulder..

“Hello Ladies!!!”, a young man’ voice poped out before she could even finish her sentence. 

Adrianne looked immediately towards Lily in a very meaningful way and her heart started racing… Two slim figures started uproaching them while giggling… Their faces could not be recognised from that far but they could both figure out who they were solely with every sound of footsteps sloppily going down the hill while stamping on the leaves in the ground.

“We knew you two loners would be here! I’m beginning to think that you girls are snobs… You never talk to anyone and you always disappear after class”, Albus said with his usual smirk and funny cocky voice. “I mean, unless if something else is going on between you two…!”

“Merlin’s beard Albus! You are such an idiot!”, Lily said clearly annoyed… “And that’s what you get for saying to your older brother your secrets…”, she thought while clearly thinking how embarassed poor Adrianne would be right now… That’s it then.. No more secrets for Albus… He is her brother and she clearly loves him but sometimes he can be such an arse… Fortunately Adrianne didn’t seem bothered by him.. Afterall, she became used to his humour quite quickly… 

“Sooo, are we allowed in your little gathering?” Albus asked while he and Scorpius looked down towards Lily and Adrianne.    

“Sure you can”, Adrianne answered smiling. She knew exactly what Albus meant by what he said and she knew that Lily had told him but she wasn’t really bother by it… It was a long time ago and honestly she thought it was as funny as it is stupid…

“Well thank you my love! Oh, what is it that you have over there? I think I might need some of this muggle magic of yours to unwind”, Albus said smiling sweet towards Adrianne while she passed him the cigarette. He really enjoyes her company and he is glad that Lily hangs out with her.. She is clearly more outgoing than her and this has helped little shy Lily a lot.  They would always joke around and flirt for fun but Albus would always look at Adrianne as his friend.

They both took of their cloaks and their green Slytherin ties and laid down on the grass. Albus smoked a little of Adrianne’s weed and then took a deep breath of content. He could finally relax.. This whole week was mad with all the studying and practicing for Quidditch. He is a perfectionist and a very ambitious young man afterall. It was still early for practice, he was very well aware, but with him finally becoming Captain, he had to make sure if everyone was still as good as he remembered from last year. He was determined to form the best Slytherin House Team for the Quidditch Cup, since it was his last year and definately wanted to make an impact. And if that meant trying out new members for already taken spots, he would do it! And this is why he has exausted Scorpius out in the practice sessions.. He does not want to kick his best friend off the team. He is talented, clearly, and he wants him with him. They have been best friends since day one, and he wants to win this year’s cup as a Captain alongside his best friend! Their last Hogwarts Quidditch House Cup.

Quidditch is very important for him and he is actually thinking about pursuing it professionally after school for some years now. Besides, that was the deal with his parents. School first and making sure all the possibilities are made known to him and then finalizing his decision. Having his mom a former professional player meant a great deal of support, but his dad wanted for him to be absolutely sure, with whom Albus agreed. James had the same fantasy when 14 years old and he ended up pursuing traveling for research purposes.. So, that is a good plan, although he knows that his decision is made. And fortunately he knows that both Harry and Ginny support him. 

“So, Lily, how is herbology going? Did you make any progress?”, Scorpius turned to Lily and asked with his usual sweet smile.

“Um, yeah… a little… It’s really hard this year and we have just started… I really don’t know how James excelled in it…”, Lily answered while she started to feel like blushing.

“I didn’n know you struggle with it”, Albus said clearly looking at both of them suspiciously. “James is not the only Potter good in Herbology you know, i can help you out”

“Well shite..” Lily though to herself.. Why are her brothers so smart? They can always understand her right through! 

“Well you know, we just bumped into eachother the other day and I told him all about it.. You know.. Nothing special…” Lily answered while feeling like her breath was leaving her body slowly.

“Yeah, you know, casual chat..” Scorpius also said awkwardly.

“Hahaha you both need to calm down! I was just joking.. Merlin’s beard…”, Albus said smirking to dissolve the tension.. Yeap, he was finally sure.. They fancy eachother! He knew it from the moment he caught Scorpius looking at Lily with admiration in the summer when she walked down the stairs wearing a new fairytale like purple tulle dress.. He only had to make sure, and this litle tiny experiment just told him everything!

“Soo,..” Albus continues satisfied with his discovery, “Adrianne, are you joining us tomorrow night? The moon will look spectacular from the forest by the lake”

“Hahaha, uum nop! I am really not risking my Hogsmead Halloween trip for this! I’d love to, you know i would, but honestly I am not a Potter to pull your tricks my love”, Adrianne answered.

“What Potter tricks?”, Albus said almost like he didn’t understand

“You know, the whole dissappearing without anyone noticing it.. You both do it my Slytherin friends and so did James! And don’t get me started on showing up on Hogsmead when actually not being allowed to go due to your usual mischieves! James was notorius for it! There was no real detention for him! You know, James is not here anymore to take us with him and magically help us skip detention..  Soo, that’s a big no no from me.. I’ll be in my room preparing my clothes for Halloween…”

“Well, you know.. You have a point.. I know.. James is not here to get us out of Hogwarts while in detention, BUT this is!”, Albus said with an all meaningfull look while pulling out of his bag an old folded piece of paper… 

“Shite, Albus are we really doing this? More people knowing, more dangerous it will be for people to find out!” Scorpius said surprised by his friend for doing this!

“What is that?” both Lily and Adrianne said at the same time completely confused..

“I mean, I knew about the cloak, and by the way it’s completely unfair that I don’t get a turn on it until you graduate, but this? What is this?”, Lily said..

“This my friends, is the reason of our Success! It’s a map that shows all of the castle and everyone’s whereabouts at any given moment.. And, it also shows secret passages to Hogsmead from Hogwarts! We can even go now if you want” Albus said with his usual lovingly proud maner.

“What? Who made this? And where did you find it?”, Lily continued being utterly surprised.

“Our grandfather made it with his friends while they were students here.. You know, Sirius and  Remus, Teddy’s dad” Albus answered..

“Yeah yeah… I get it… merlin’s beard! That’s how James did it! And he never told us anything! I’ll kill him! But where did he get it?”

“In dad’s office… I don’t know where exactely… I guess dad has obviously found out by now but what is he going to say? He did the same in our age!”

“I cannot believe this! Albus that’s amazing!”, Adrianne said completely astonished! She knew that the Wizarding World will never cease to amaze her, but everytime she finds out something new it feels like the first time all over again.

“So, what do you say? Do you want to go for a walk in the village?”, Scorpius said all smiling meaningfully… 

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[imaginethiswwe]

Chapter 4: The Woman In The Way

Reader is confronted by Finn who wonders where she has been. He invites her to dinner to meet his new girlfriend. How well could this go?

Warnings: This chapter introduces Cathy Kelley. THIS IS FICTION, everything depicted here is made up for the sake of the story.

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Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you, for you Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you

I hopped down from my chin up bar. On the weekends I worked out at home in my gym I outfitted in my garage. It was simplistic but had everything I needed. A bench, free weights, a cable system, chin up bar and interlocking mats that covered the floor. I had weight balls, resistance bands, jump ropes, pretty much anything I needed for making the most of my workouts here. 

To be honest, it was hard to use the gym at work recently. I still love my job, but when I get there I usually run right up to my office. I didn’t want to see him. He was still in the area pretty frequently since he was still rehabbing, but I’ve been avoiding him. I stopped taking as many of his calls, I avoided going downstairs at the PC, I ignored some of his texts, as many as I could get away with. I didn’t know what to say to him. I was devastated. I’m not even sure why. We never made anything official. We never talked about how we felt, so why couldn’t he go find someone else. There was nothing keeping him from doing it. 

“Who you mad at”

I stopped wiping my face with my towel and looked up facing the wall. You, I thought, what the hell is he doing here? He just shows up here unannounced now? This isn’t helping with my ignoring game. Just turn around Y/N, just turn around and put that fake ass smile on your face.

“What makes you think I’m mad?” I turned around slowly to face him. My breath hitched in my throat. I haven’t seen him in person in months. I studied his face for a minute. He was the same he always was, maybe even more handsome if that was even possible.

“You only workout to this music when you’re pissed and taking it out on your workouts” He chuckled at the thought. 

“I’m fine, what are you doing here” I cut off his laugh with a sharp tone.

“I miss you, you barely talk to me, you avoid me at the PC, I knew you’d be here so I had to just take a chance and come by” He explained as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, unsure of how I would react. 

“Well, I’m just trying to give you and your girlfriend some space” I spat out while I turned around back to my cables. I shouldn’t have said that. why the hell did you say that Y/N, we were playing stupid to the situation and now you just threw it out there? But those pictures... they were enough confirmation to know it was real. At least for me.

More pictures had surfaced. Pictures of them at basketball games together in Brooklyn, of them together backstage at events. I’ve even heard rumors that he lives part-time with her in Brooklyn. 

“Oh, well that’s insane Y/N. Just because I’m dating someone doesn’t mean I don’t have time for my best friend” 

He said it. He just confirmed my worst nightmare. Dating. He’s dating her. Does he tell her he loves her too? Or was that just something he told girls he never intended to pursue.

“Well I know sometimes girlfriends don’t like when girl friends are still hanging around,” I said back, in a tone barely audible. I tried not to let him know I was completely crushed.

“Well, I want you around Y/N. You’re my best friend, anyone who can’t get behind that isn’t worth having around. Why don’t you give her a chance to know you? Maybe we could go out to dinner tonight. I can call Sami if you want so it isn’t awkward” He suggested.

Oh yeah, because that's what I want. To sit across from the guy I’m crazy about and listen to his girlfriend blabber on all night while he smiles and laughs at her stupid jokes

But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I just nodded my head and gave him the fakest half-hearted smile I could muster. 

“I’ll text you the details after I talk to Sami,” He said as he came closer to me. He pulled me in and hugged me. God, I missed his hugs, being in his arms was my favorite place to be. He always smells so good. I want to stay like this forever.

But we didn’t, he dropped the hug and turned and walked out of my garage. I watched him walk away as a tear welled up in my eye. Was it from sadness or anger, I wasn’t sure. But I knew one thing. I was not looking forward to tonight. 

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My doorbell rang around 7.

“Be right there!” I yelled towards the door as I hurried down the stairs. It was Sami. He grabbed us an uber and was here to pick me up. I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hey, you” I smiled at Sami. I missed him, besides Fergal he was my closest friend. But he was called up to the main roster a while ago and he travels a lot more now. It’s a huge treat when he’s back in town and we always try to make the best of it. 

“Get over here you beautiful woman” He smiled back and pulled me into a huge hug. He gave the best hugs a girl could ask for when her heart is broken into a million pieces. “I missed you Y/N/N”

“I missed you too bud” I needed this. I needed my friend to just give me a hug and make me forget for a second what I am about to be put through. I was not happy about this situation, but Finn is my best friend even through all of this and I missed him more than anything. If going to this dinner meant seeing him, it was worth it.

Sami pulled back and grabbed my hand “Give me a little spin, let’s see what we’re going to make Ferg jealous with tonight”

I smirked. Did he know? There’s no way he knew how I felt about Finn. I never told anyone.

“You don't play it off well Y/N/N. But don’t worry, I didn’t spill your secret to him” Sami assured me.

I didn’t know what to say to him. I almost felt relieved that someone knew how hard this would be for me, but I also felt so dumb. Was it written all over my face?

I gave a quick spin for Sami. He was always so proud to have me on his arm. He wasn’t interested in me that way at all, but he still loved to show me off. 

“Damn, yeap this will do” Sami said while extending his arm for me to grab as he leads me towards the uber. 

“Thanks, Sami. Thank you for coming tonight. I don’t think I could do this without you” I thanked Sami as I gave his arm a light squeeze.

Sami looked over at me and smiled.

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When we pulled up to the front of the restaurant Sami quickly got out so he could come around and open my door. So chivalry isn’t dead I joked to myself. I stepped out and again returned my hand to Sami’s arm as he led the way in. I looked up at the sign Kres Chophouse damn this place is pricey. He must really be trying to impress her, it’s far from the dive bars we used to spend hours laughing in. 

Sami checked in with the hostess and we were led towards the table that the happy couple was already waiting at. I took a deep breath, squeezed Sami’s arm slightly and tried to ready myself for this moment. 

When we got to the table Sami was, of course, the first to greet everyone, as he usually is. He shook Finn’s hand and gave Cathy a hug. Cathy wasn’t new to anyone in the WWE. She is a backstage interviewer for NXT and does a lot of their on-air announcements for social media. I looked at my competition for the evening. She had the biggest smile I had ever seen on someone, full of big bright white teeth. She was tall, taller than me at least, she was flawless. I turned to give Finn a hug and gave Cathy one of those hugs where you really just want to throw up during it. But, I was here because Ferg wanted me to, so I had to play nice.

“Have you guys been here long?” Sami finally broke the awkward silence

“No, we were just seated right before you got here, haven’t even ordered our drinks yet,” Cathy said. Cathy loves to talk, I mean it is her job. But that laugh. That laugh made me want to dig knives into my ears. 

Just then the waitress approached and started with Cathy to order drinks. She ordered a glass of red wine. Classy, I thought. Is she going to order a salad for dinner too?

 As it became my turn, the two guys I spent more time with than my own family spoke over me 

“Shot of patron and an Aperol Spritz,” they both said in unison, looking at each other and laughing as they said it.

“Oh, they think they know me so well.... but yes that’s what I would like please,” I said as I shot them both a devilish smile.

I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Cathy found my order un-ladylike. But I’m at dinner with my two best friends, I’m going to order what I want. Take me or leave me. I’ll probably even get dessert.

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Dinner was fine, filled with small talk to keep from the awkward silence becoming too evident, mostly by Cathy, who I swear thinks she is the funniest person in the world and that everyone else is freaking hilarious. I was trying my best to be polite all evening. I was miserable. The way she kept her hand on his lap the whole night just bothered me. Get your hands off of him. Why are you even here again?

But I couldn't help but notice he wouldn’t stop staring at me. Unless Cathy turned and looked at him, then he would break his stare, but when she wasn’t he was looking at me. Why does he do this to me? Am I supposed to act like I don’t see this happening right now? Should I just not look at him? I’m going to look at him, he has to stop this. His girlfriend is right there.

I turned my gaze to look at Finn, but he didn’t stop. He just made even more eye contact. Like he was trying to read my mind. What did he hope to find in there? Isn’t this what he wanted, for us to all have dinner? It’s almost like he’s the one who doesn’t want to be here. Was he hoping I wouldn’t show?

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Dinner ended and we said our goodbyes as Sami and I headed towards our uber. 

“You did a great job tonight Y/N,” Sami said, assuring me that I held myself together.

“Thanks, Sami”, I said as a tear formed in my eye

Sami reached his arm out and pulled me into his side as we rode back to my house. He knew that was hard for me. It would be hard for anyone in my position. 

When I stepped out of the uber at my house and said bye to Sami my phone started to buzz. It was a text

You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Thank you for coming out tonight. Please don’t ghost me again, you are the most important person in my life and I won’t lose you

If I’m so important, why are you with her?

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[anysathyrah]

17 -3

holy shit does anyone watch seventeen’s performance at dream concert? I do!

before I started praising seventeen all over again, I want to whine huhhuhuhuh. I recorded their performance for the whole 12 mins and turns out it doesn’t have any sounds. worst 12 mins for me. thought I want to keep it for some other time. hmmm I’m dwelling.....

plus these babies went back and forth from dream concert to cho yong pil’s concert. and mingyu have schedules tomorrow. huuuuu...

also. WTF IS YOUR STAGE SLIPPERY, DREAM CONCERT? yeah sure, the forecast is unpredictable. BUT HELL DO YOU HAVE TO FORCE NCT TO MAKE THEIR PYRAMIDS WITH SLIPPERY FLOORS? i’m sorry, this is unrelated, but I’m mad of the slippery stage, rain is no big deal, but I’m deadass not satisfy.

okay I just saw Shua’s professionalism after slipped on stage. I’m angry.

OKAY NOW I SEE MINGYU FALL ON HIS FACE DURING JUST DO IT. WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!!

ranting. 끝

this last part of 17 post, we’ll talk about music and performance, shall we? since seventeen is known as self producing idols, I’m happily to explain in my own way. hik hik.

Self producing idol is seriously big deal. To start, seventeen is mad eof 13 members in 3 different units; Hip Hop team, Vocal team and Performance team.

these teams, I guess they were formed before debut, during Like Seventeen project? these teams, I think is one of a kind concept, like their rings. yeash.

Hip Hop team

S.coups, general leader and leader of Hip Hop team, following Vernon, Mingyu and Wonwoo. here’s to my bias. Hip hop team, they basically in charge of raps, check out Check In, but don’t ever think that they couldn’t sing. Heck I kill those people who says that can’t sing! Listen to Lean on Me and Trauma. Those three songs are my favs for Hip Hop team, and watch out for Mingyu’s vocal in Trauma. No kidding. Having a Vernon also a bonus, because he could make sexy English raps hahahahhaha. plus they have their own style of raps. I like that when they perform, they didn’t stick to their demos or their recorded song, always improvise and adlibs, which I really enjoy jamming with Hip Hop team.

우리 마지막이 언제일지 알지 못하더라도 행여 무슨 일이 생겨서 보지 못하더라도

Even though we don’t know When our last will be Even if something happens And we can’t see each other

내게 Lean On Me - 3rd Mini Album, Going Seventeen

Vocal team

Woozi, the small kid there is the leader of Vocal team, following closely Seungkwan, Jeonghan, Dokyeom and Joshua. here’s also lies my bias. Obviously in charge of vocals, personally I like Seungkwan’s voice the best. well he’s my top list in my bias list, so...... Even so, our Boo can rap too haaahahha. Check out Caratland 2018, where they switched the team’s song and vocal team got the hipp hop team song to sing rap. Favourite songs? Well actually I liked ballad songs and almost all of the vocal team song hit home. But personally, Pinwheel struck me the most. Woozi made the song based on his dreams. How cool is that???

그래도 울지마 슬플 거 같지만 희미하게 남아 있는 너를 위해오는 길을 잃어

But don’t cry It may seem sad But I’m here For you

오래 걸린대도 돌고 돌아 내게 다시 찾아와주면 돼 먼 훗날이라도

Even if you get lost And it takes you a while Come round and round back to me Even if it’s far ahead in the future

바람개비 Pinwheel - 2nd Album, Teen,Age

Performance team

Hoshi, our little hamster is the leader of performance team, followed by The8, Jun, Dino. Staying true to their names, they’re in charge of dancing. before anything else, please check out Lilli Yabbay, or 13 Month’s Dance. THAT’S AN ART! here’s also to my bias. okay, everyone is my bias. No, don’t tell me that they can’t do anything but dance. WRONG. Hoshi can sing and rap, he sung in Highlight, he rapped in BooSeokSoon’s unit song. Dino, the rapper of this team and sometimes he raps for Seventeen’s songs. Jun and Minghao can asdfghjkl sing, so never argue. Favourite song for this team? Highlight and Lilli Yabbay. But Swimming Fool is also catchy. Oh, and this group always made remixes for their title song to make as their dancing video, check out Mansae Concert Ver in their Youtube channel.

’m like a bird 날아갈게 네 목소리 들리는 곳 어디든지 In the air 어디서든 우리 마주하는 이순간

I’m like a bird I’ll fly wherever I can hear your voice In the air Wherever we are When we face each other

Highlight - 3rd Mini Album, Going Seventeen

other notable songs like Just Do It - BooSeokSoon unit: consist of Boo Seungkwan, Lee Seokmin (Dokyeom) and Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi), My I - China Line which is Jun and The8, Bring It - Hoshi and Woozi, Rocket - Vernon and Joshua and so on. One thing about these guys are even jokes can sometime become serious. BooSeokSoon unit came from their predebut days where Seungkwan, Dokyeom and Hoshi are the funniest triplets in seventeen, therefore their song is kinda cheesy and funny, China Line, well, they’re from China, Bring It, a song Hoshi and Woozi made because Carats matched them as HoWoo watch, and English line huhuhuhuh I freaking love Rocket. Another infamous song was Hurricane by Hoshi. It was actually first seen in their One Fine Day *I’m not sure whether it’s the Yeoseodo or Japan series* as a joke by Hoshi to Wonwoo. Suddenly, during Diamond Edge, Carats were suprised to see a joke become a reality. 

Yeah the stars are looking Straight down on us 우주는 끝이 안 보여 Yeah Ima build a rocket Ima build a rocket 구름 뚫어 번지 launch it Yeah got me singing like

Yeah the stars are looking Straight down on us I can’t see the end of the universe Yeah Ima build a rocket Ima build a rocket to pierce through the clouds Countdown launch it Yeh got me singing like

Rocket - 2nd Album, Teen,Age

kim mingyu, keep safe huhuuhuhu

Yeap. they’re that TALENTED. Now, here comes the part where they deserved self producing titles.

The production of Seventeen’s music are mostly done by Seventeen themselves. Woozi produced their songs single-handed, with the help of their favorite Bumzu hyung. ever heard Downpour by IOI and Happy For Now by Baekho of NU’EST? you cried? yeah, blame Woozi. besides producing and making music, he also create lyrics. those a-shockingly meaningful lyrics especially for those suckers for meanigful things, Woozi gotcha.

이제 그만 다 그칠까 이 빗물도 내 눈물도 비에 젖어 추위에 떨고 싶진 않아요 정말 언젠간 너무 차디찼던 빗물이 따뜻한 눈물이 되어 흘러내리겠죠 괜찮아요 금방 지나갈 소나기죠

Will it stop now? These raindrops, these tears? I don’t want to Get wet with rain And tremble with cold Some day, the cold rain Will become warm tears And fall down, it’s alright It’s just a passing downpour

Downpour - I.O.I, co-written and produced by Woozi

Other members also help in lyric making. Rappers write their own raps in all of their song, there will be at least one or two members for each song. because they have Joshua and Vernon, their lyrics also contain english words and also good grammars hoot, I mean you know how sometimes English words makes no sense in some Korean song, but seventeen done it pretty well heee 

Do you ever watch Don’t Wanna Cry dance ver? or Thanks choreograpy? Amazed by it? Say thanks to Hoshi and Dino. again, staying true to their name, Performance team Hoshi and Dino really outdone themselves. They choreograph their own dance routines, with the help of their dance instructor, creating a masterpiece, just watch Lilli Yabbay or Thanks. I personally loved the part in Thanks where they lifted our Boo hehhe. Also, all 13 members are so good in dancing! KIM MINGYU! Breaking the myth of tall guys can’t dance. He’s so  SHOCKINGLY HANDSOME WHILE DANCING.

but i’m still mad the fact the slippery stage of dream concert make him fall on his face :(

nowadays people are hyping about how Seventeen are able to open Cho Yong Pil’s concert, which is an honor, because Cho Yong Pil rarely invite guest. This recognition, after Seventeen won the 3rd part of Immortal Song, the legends special, seriously, they’ve got the highest score among all performers and the one and only boy group idol performing. Wow, I’m actually too proud that I couldn’t even express this properly. They even pushed away their schedule to seize the opportunity of meeting the legends.

The recognition they’ve gain today, yesterday and tomorrow. Seventeen is growing.

Another thing I liked about Seventeen is their passion. Seventeen always get to make remix of top songs in the year end music show, including girl songs. Even though it’s a girl songs, they managed to slay it. Even the covers and collabs. No. 1 by Boa, the cover they made at MAMA 2017. The superboy group Pledis combined with NU’EST W, making Heaven in ㄴㅇㅅㅌ and Carats heart. wow, the synchronization is no joke.

as I mention before, I like ballads, soft sweet tunes. So almost all vocal team song, I love all of them. But there’s this one particular song I really like to listen, this is the song, proves, that all members can sing. You just have to listen to them yourself. no, I’m not lying. just go and listen to it.

마지막이란 말 하지 마 영원히 무슨 일 있어도 우린 늘 그렇듯 웃음꽃 피워요

Don’t say it’s the end Forever Whatever happens, just like always Our smile flowers will bloom

언제 어디에 있어도 함께하지 못해도 우린 늘 그렇듯 웃음꽃 피워요 그대 미소에 봄이 돼줄게요

Whenever, wherever Even if we’re not together, just like always Our smile flowers bloom I’ll be the spring to your smile

웃음꽃 Smile Flower - 3rd Mini Album, Going Seventeen

We also have to mention collabs and OST. Currently, only Seungkwan and Dokyeom have their OST. Oh Vernon also. Seungkwan sang Kind Of Love for Mother, Dokyeom and his I am First for Tempted my fav drama and Vernon, with one of Pledis Girls now in Pristin Sickness. I swore, they’re the death of me. Dokyeom and Seungkwan song manage to make me cry though. Q&A, sung by Woozi, Vernon, S.coups and Ailee. BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL AILEE. It turns out that Ailee once trained with Woozi and S.coups, so they’re already close. Woozi also made a few touches to Ailee songs, well. Friendship goals. Talked about friendship, I like DIA’s Chaeyeon with Mingyu in Inkigayo hik. 

내가 먼저 사랑한다 말할걸 너를 사랑하고 있다 말할걸 이제와 또 이렇게 후회하진 않았을텐데

I should’ve told you I love you first I should’ve told you I’m in love with you Then I wouldn’t have been regretting right now

내가 먼저 I am First (Missed Connection) - Dokyeom, Tempted OST

I’m getting lazy. better wrap this up. 

Today’s recognition, I think it’s a great deal, a great comeback after their struggle during predebut. I mean, they deserve everything they have today, yet still being humble. these sweeties still cry for something meaningful. all these recognition sometimes I forgot that they’re just like me, teenage and living carefree with feelings, therefore whenever it’s raining and they have to perform, even though they say it’s okay, carats would freak out if any of seventeen members slipped and fall. Seventeen are too lovable, you see. Seventeen loved Carats as much as Carats loved Seventeen. me too. to be honest, I had a really tough weekend and with Seventeen songs I found my peace, really. The fact that they’re too close to me, really help. 

so here’s my confession: I love you, Seventeen, so much. Even though I never met you, but you’re so close because you keep an eye to Carats. Very warm, very sweet, all thirteen members of Seventeen. I want to grow old and remember you as my booster. Thank you. I love you.

뻔하디뻔한 이 말을 내가 이제서야 꺼내 보지만 뻔하디뻔한 이 말이 전해는 질까요 yeah고맙다 고맙다 또 고맙다 뿐이지만 기다림까지 그리움까지 우리 추억까지

These typical words I’m only saying them now But I hope these typical words will reach youThank you, thank you, that’s all I can say Even all the waiting, the longing And all of our memories

고맙다 Thanks - Special Album, Director’s Cut

WOW such a long post. I spent solid two hours on this. I should get an A+ if this subject were an essay hahah. I was planning to watch A Poem A Day, so I’ll wrap this nice and sweet.

so yeah. this is the mark, the end of three long post of seventeen. okay today is seventeen, I’ve done this to vixx and exo and any other groups, just maybe not here in my blog so hahaha

I love guys who made my days happy. 

stan seventeen. stan talent hik.

okay have a good evening. good night. love ya.

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A Very Deonna Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Dean goes to Donna’s Office Christmas Party and they host Christmas together.

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of fluff and Dean being amazing.

Deonna Holiday Series

Also I have decided to create a series where they celebrate holidays together as their relationship blossoms.  This should be fun to write cause I just love them together.

“Oh I don’t know Jodes. Was this a good idea?” Donna spoke her hesitations into her phone.

“Hun, you are going to marry a Winchester! It is a completely horrible idea but Sam says he has never looked happier. I say don’t worry about it just be with your man.” Jody consoled.

“But what if he changes his mind about us?”

“Then I’ll break his face and Sam will help me.” Jody laughed, “But I know Dean, he isn’t going to change his mind.  He loves you.”

“I guess you’re right, you always know how to cheer me up.  Thank you Jodes.  If I was there I’d hug you so tight.”

It had been three weeks since Dean proposed in the garage at the bunker, Donna had busied herself by cleaning up her place for his arrival tomorrow.  They had talked and text each other every day, but hadn’t had the opportunity to see each other between their police and supernatural cases, they just hadn’t made it happen.

Dean drove all day to Minnesota, he had waited long enough to start a family and the blue velvet box in his pocket was making him happy and nervous all at the same time.  He and Sam had gone to a jewelry store and picked out not only her actual engagement ring but their wedding bands.  They were simple white gold but Dean had the jeweler engrave a special message to her.  What if she changes her mind?  Hell, I would change my mind if I was her.  It wasn’t like they had been dating for a long time and he popped the question, no Dean Winchester, the hopeless romantic asks her only after a weekend together.  It was an amazing weekend, and Donna was the most amazing woman.  The more he thought about his life with her the more he was sure about his actions.  There would be demons and monsters after them but that was normal and he could protect her, plus she was already a hunter and badass one at that.  He’d rather try and fail than not try at all.

Dean arrived at around six in the evening, the office holiday party was at seven.  Sweaty palms as he knocked on the door, Donna didn’t even check to see who it was, she just knew.  Her smile was bright as she flung herself at Dean.  She had spent an hour on hair and makeup but Donna didn’t care right now. “Dee, are you going to let me in or are we going to screw out here on your porch?” Dean asked in between kisses.

“Oh jeez you’re right.” She pulled back leading him inside.  She was sexy as hell with her low cut red sequin dress.  The bright cherry red next to her soft fair skin was turning Dean on so much.  He wanted to bury himself in her right now.

“Do we have ten minutes to ourselves?” He winked at her.

“Why yes Winchester I think we do.” She pulled him near to her. “Just try not to mess up the hair too much.”

Dean undid his belt and fly, his cock was already getting hard.  He guided her to the edge of the couch, turned her around and reached up pulling down her red matching panites.  He dropped his pants and underwear as she braced herself against the arm of the sofa.  He pushed up her dress revealing her plump ass, damn it was just gorgeous, a rough hand came down on her butt forcing a squeal from her.  “I think someone likes it when I smack that luscious ass of theirs.”

“Maybe.” She coyly responded.

“I’ll file that way for later.”  He pressed his long thick cock into her quickly causing her to groan as he stretched and fill her up like no one else. She was already moist as he frantically pumped in and out.  He was balls deep into her pussy, he knew he had to be fast, his hand moved around to her clit as he made little circles.

“Oh Dean!” she moaned.

“You feel wonderful.  I missed you so much.” He kissed the bare spot on her back where her dress made a V.  

He continued to pound her harder, “Ahhh” she whimpered when her pleasure hit her.  

Dean was trying to go as fast as he could, “Dee, I’m going to pump you full of our babies.  You still want that?”

“Yes, yes Dean don’t stop!” She panted as her legs shook.

He grabbed her hips and went full force, a satisfied “Fuck!” Was yelled loudly from his lips as he came deep inside of her.

“H-E-double hockey sticks, Dean that was good!” She giggled slumping over the couch arm.

“You’re tell me.  I needed that so much.  I needed you.” He told her fully sated. “I’m sorry if I messed up your hair.”

Donna looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 6:15 their little quickie only lasted for a few minutes but it was just what they needed.  She also had plenty of time to touch up her look.  “It’s ok.  We shouldn’t be the first ones there anyway.”

He pressed his lips to her shoulder blade before pulling out, he reached for a box of tissues on the coffee table, “Here” he handed her a few tissues to clean up. “You still look beautiful to me.” Which earned him a quick peck on the lips.

Dean ran off to the bedroom to change into his suit while Donna reapplied her lipstick and checked her hair before they left to the party.

“Remember Dean some of them may recognize you as an FBI agent.” Donna straighten his tie.

“Good point. Thanks for the reminder.” He kissed her cheek before taking her hand.

Donna introduced Dean to all her coworkers and friends, she hadn’t been this happy in years. Then she saw Doug across the room, she didn’t think he would show up but he was still friends with almost the whole department.

“Isn’t that Doug?” Dean asked Donna.

“Yeah it is.” she sighed.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” Dean told her not asking for permission.

“No you aren’t.  Well, at least not without me.” They walked over to Doug arm in arm.

“Donna, Hey! Look at you. I always loved red on you.” Doug gushed hugging her.

“Doug,” She paused, “this is Dean, my fiance.” She smiled looking up at Dean.

“This is Dean!? The reason why you are putting in transfer papers to Kansas.” Doug asked already knowing that Donna was leaving Minnesota.

“Yeap, this is him.” Someone tapped Donna on the shoulder, “Oh hey Cindy!” She turned to hug one of the Deputy’s wives. “You two behave.”  She warned before she walked away.

“So how did you two meet?” Doug asked not remembering Dean.

“She and I worked a couple cases in the past.  We stayed friends and one thing led to another.” Dean responded.

“You’re a cop?”

“FBI, and we’ve actually meet before.” There was an awkward silence for a moment. “Just tell me one thing, why the hell did you divorce her, man? I mean look at her,” Dean pointed to Donna in the distance, “she is beautiful and probably the nicest person I’ve ever meet.  Why would you leave that?”

“Ummm she let herself go.” Doug replied unconvincingly.

“She is the same size as when I meet her.  How is that letting herself go?  Now tell me the truth.” Dean wasn’t going let him get out of answering him.

They walked to a far corner of the room, “Ok, she’s still beautiful. I just saw all these gorgeous young women that I wanted to be with and I wanted out of the marriage.  Donna was great.  We had our issues but I still haven’t found a woman who made me feel the way she did.  I was an idiot.  I should have never told her those things.” Doug confessed years of regret to Dean.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.  You should have just manned up and told her the truth but no, you gave her a complex. Now she thinks she’s ugly and fat because of you!” Dean raised his voice.

Doug looked down unable to look Dean in the eye, “I didn’t deserve her.  You treat her better than I ever did.”

“Ok what’s going over here.” Donna interrupted seeing Dean’s small outburst.

“Donna, congratulations! I wish you all the best.” Doug kissed her cheek before he walked away.

“What was that all about?” She asked Dean giving him a side eye.

“He just admitted that he was an ass for leaving you.” Dean wrapped his arms around her waist. “His loss is my gain because I’m going to marry the woman of my dreams.”

They had spent the rest of the week together mostly in bed but come Christmas day, Dean and Donna spent the whole morning and some of the afternoon cooking dinner.  They were hosting Christmas at her place, and Donna couldn’t wait to see everyone again.  The small apartment filled with hunters and one angel ready to eat.  

“I’m not going to see too much of you this weekend?” Sam winked at Donna.

“Sam Winchester, am I never goin’ to live that down?” She slapped his arm.

“No never.” Sam chuckled back at her.

Everyone took their spot around the table, it was a tight squeeze but everyone was smiling and laughing.  

“Oh my God Donna, that was best meal I’ve had in a long time.” Jody praised as she put her fork down.

“Most of it was Dean.” Donna blushed.

“It was us.” Dean said super sappy.

All of the hunters were about to get drunk after eating all that good food, Dean took the opportunity and clink the side of his wine glass with a fork.  “Everyone gather round.  Donna, come over here.” She glided to his side. “You all know that somehow I landed the most wonderful woman ever.  Donna,” he took her hand and got down on one knee, “in front of our family and friends, I wanted to ask you again to be my wife.” He pulled the ring box out of his pocket.

She started to cry as he opened the box showing a beautiful white gold diamond engagement ring alongside two simple band rings. She quickly got down on her knees too, “Yes, Yes! I love you Dean!”

“You sure? No take backs now. This is the last time I’m asking.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure.  Yes, I want to marry you Dean Winchester!” She cried tears of joy.

“I love you Donna!” He kissed her and everyone cheered.

The room was filled with everyone hugging and kissing, they never even noticed the sweet exchange between Donna and Dean. She slipped off his mother’s ring giving it back to him and slid on her new sparkling engagement ring on. “Are these our wedding rings?” She asked super excited.

“Yeah they are. Mine on the inside says ‘Remember to let her into your heart and’ yours says

‘Then you can start to make it better’ it’s from Hey Jude. My mom used to sing it to me.” He confessed.

“They’re perfect!  Thank you!” She hugged him tightly. “I guess we have to plan a wedding now.”

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It was an Accident - ML Ultimate Guess Who Challenge

Rated: Teen

Word count: 3,366

Ao3

Summary: Chat Noir didn't mean to find out Ladybug's identity. But when he tries to make things even, Marinette makes him promise to not tell her his identity for his safety. So how can Adrien make her figure out his identity without having to outright tell her? By flirting with her, of course.

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It was an Accident

It was an accident. It was a complete and total accident. He swears on his nine lives.

Chat Noir was gawking at the girl standing in front of him, who was gawking back. He hadn’t meant to see her detransform. He hadn’t even noticed she had headed to the same alley. He even tried averting his eyes, but her magic had been too quick. Without meaning to, he saw the girl under the disguise.

For a long time, Chat had fantasized about knowing who the girl behind the mask was. But he never thought he would actually be right, to a certain extent. A toothy smile was inevitable.

“You’re Marinette!” he almost shouted, his hands flying to his cheeks.

“Shhh!” Marinette placed a finger over her lips, while a little red creature (her kwami, he assumed) zipped down to hide in her purse. “You want all of Paris to find out too?!”

He started bouncing, filled with giddiness. He still couldn’t believe it. Marinette, of all people. This was the best day of his life!

“I knew it!” he gushed. “I knew we knew each other. I told you we know each other!”

“What?! We know each other? Wait!” Marinette lifted a hand. “Don’t answer that, I don’t wanna know.”

Chat Noir’s grin became wider, and his bouncing intensified.

“You’re Marinette,” he repeated in a sing-song manner. “Class president, awesome designer, badass gamer, amazing Marinette. This is the greatest thing ever!”

The girl visibly blushed at the compliments, which only fueled Chat Noir’s excitement.

“Plagg, detran—”

“Nononono!” the girl slapped a hand to his mouth, forcing him to cut off his words. She scowled at him. “It’s bad enough that you know my identity, I cannot know yours.”

“Mphm!” Chat Noir tried tell her he wanted to, but her palm prevented any actual speech to come out from him.

“I said no, Chat,” Marinette repeated. Yeap, she’s definitely Ladybug, Chat Noir concluded. Because really, who else could understand him without uttering a single word? “It’s too dangerous.”

The boy deflated. Of course she would still try to stick to the rules. But come on, we know each other!

“I need you to promise me you won’t try to detransform, please?” she said pointedly. He growled, to which Marinette gave him a warning look. At last, he sighed and nodded.

Slowly, the unmasked heroine removed her hand. Chat exhaled the breath her hand had held, right before perking up again.

“If I can’t detransform, can I, at least, tell you who I am?” he spoke with the same giddiness as earlier.

“No, Chat,” Marinette scolded, fists on her hips. “You know the rule: no one can know our identities, not even us. It’s for our safety and our loved ones.” She sighed, her arms slumping down. “I know it sucks, but this is how it has to be. We can still keep yours safe.”

Chat crossed his arms. “Aren’t you at least a little curious?”

Marinette visibly stiffened. She scrunched her nose before closing her eyes and saying: “That is neither here nor there.”

While it was not what he wanted to hear, Chat found himself elate the moment he noticed her cheeks become pink. Oh, she’s definitely curious.

“Are you sure about that?” he teased with a smirk. The girl grimaced, like she was fighting herself internally.

“No!” she finally said, waving her arms in negation. “My feelings on the matter are not what’s priority here. You can’t tell me.”

Chat Noir whined like a puppy, his arms finally falling from their place on his chest.

“You’re too cruel.”

Marinette rolled her eyes halfheartedly. He could tell something else was on her mind. After a moment of hesitation, she straightened her posture and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Chat Noir, I need you to promise me you won’t reveal yourself to me in your civilian form.”

“But—”

“Please!”

Chat sighed. “Fine. I promise I won’t tell you I’m Chat Noir in my civilian form.”

“Good,” Marinette released a breath of relief. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it almost immediately. Then opened it again. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

Chat couldn’t help but smirk at the thought that she would be seeing him much sooner than she thought.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “See you around.”

With those last words, Marinette turned on her heels and ran the opposite direction. Chat could only stare after her, petrified by the information he had just received. She turned a corner and vanished from view.

A last beep resounded in the empty alley and a green light washed over Chat Noir’s body, leaving him as Adrien once again. Yet, he barely registered it. He was still staring off to where Marinette had just disappeared.

Marinette. Marinette who sits right behind him in French class. Marinette who kicked his butt several times in Ultimate Mecha Strike. Marinette who gave him a lucky charm. Marinette who helped him with Evillustrator.

His friend Marinette.

Adrien sighed contentedly. At last, he knew Ladybug’s identity, and couldn’t be any more in love with her.

“Ugh, I’m gonna barf,” the black creature floating next to his head complained, adding a gagging effect to his comment. But Adrien didn’t care. He knew he was smiling like an idiot, but he had never been happier.

“Marinette is Ladybug,” he spoke in a daze. “Ladybug is Marinette.”

“Great. Yey, you found the love of your life,” Plagg said in a bored tone. “Now what?”

It felt like a bubble popped around Adrien. He blinked, the reminder of her warning sinking in. He almost deflated, but as he replayed what he promised, he realized something.

“I may have promised not to tell her I’m Chat Noir, but…” a devious smile spread on his face, “it wouldn’t be my fault if she guessed it by accident.”

Plagg blinked.

“Oh boy, here we go,” he sighed, shaking his head.

Marinette still couldn’t believe Chat Noir knew who she was. Even more so, that he had been so giddy about it, too. Like finding out Marinette and Ladybug were one and the same had been the greatest discovery of his life.

She was still kicking herself for how she handled the situation, going over the hundreds of things she could have done to stop him from seeing her detransform. But instead, she stood frozen the moment her magical suit wore off. Yet at the same time, Tikki’s words echoed through her mind, reminding her that accidents happen. And that’s what it had been: an accident.

For the time being, Marinette only hoped he followed through with not exposing his civilian self. But if she was being honest with herself, she doubted Chat Noir would keep his identity secret for long. He had never been very fond of the kwami-imposed rule, despite dutifully following it. Multiple times he had expressed desires to reveal their identities, but never acted on it. However, this time it was different. He knew hers, and chances were he was going to throw the rules out the window this once. Heck, for all I know, the next guy with blond hair and green eyes to seek me out will be Chat.

“Hey, Marinette!” The girl’s arms flailed as a hand, belonging to Adrien Agreste, slammed against the locker next to hers.

“H-hi Adrien,” she gave a nervous snort, prompting her to slap a hand to her mouth. Adrien arched an eyebrow. She removed the hand to uncover a sheepish grin.

“So it has come to my attention that you and I don’t talk as much as we should,” he practically purred. Marinette could already feel her heart skip a few beats.

“Think you so—I-I mean, you think so?” She mentally slapped a hand to her face. When would she ever form a coherent sentence in front of the guy?

“Yeah,” Adrien took a step forward. “Now why is that?”

“Uh-buh…I-uh…heh,” she cleared her throat, “I-I don’t know.”

Adrien hummed, a hand on his chin. Suddenly, he leaned forward, only mere inches away from her.

“It really is a shame we don’t talk more,” he almost whispered, with a smirk Marinette had never seen on the boy’s face. “In fact, I dare say it is a crime you and I don’t spend more time together.”

Saliva got caught in her windpipe, making her go into a sudden coughing fit. To Marinette’s dismay, Adrien took back one of his steps.

“You okay?” he snickered. One of Marinette’s worst nightmare seemed to be becoming true: making a fool of herself. Someone please tell me this isn’t real. After managing to control her cough, she responded with a weak ‘yes.’

“And by the way, Marinette, have I told how amazing I think you are?” he purred once again. Thankfully, the girl’s mouth had gone dry, saving her from another saliva mishap. Instead, a nervous laugh escaped her lips.

“I-I think you said it once,” she responded honestly, while internally screaming at the repeated compliment.

Huh. Guys seem to be quite keen in complimenting me this week.

“Well, I’ll say it again: you’re amazing Marinette,” he said, finishing it off with a slow wink.

Marinette blinked. Adrien was acting… weird. Was…was he flirting with her? No, he can’t be flirting with me. Can he? Guys flirting with her wasn’t exactly a common occurrence for her. They mostly just went out and confessed… while akumatized or after they no longer liked her. The most experience she had had with the subject was Chat Noir, but he wasn’t really serious about it… Okay, maybe he’s a little serious about it.

She shook her head. I have to be imagining things. Why would Adrien start flirting with me all of a sudden?

“T-thanks,” she said breathlessly.

“And not just that,” Adrien continued his praises. “I’ve also noticed that you can kick butt quite gracefully.”

Ha, graceful. She internally cringed remembering the time she hit her head with her own yo-yo. As Ladybug. Trying to break ice with it.

“But you know,” he leaned towards her once again, “I bet that you would kick butt even better with me as your partner. In fact, I think you and I could make a great team in just about anything,” he said in the most carefree tone she had ever heard. “I mean—”

And then he did something she never, ever would have thought she’d see Adrien Agreste do: he flexed.

“These would look great helping you out in anything you need,” and to finish it off, he winked. A move that was… familiar. Irritating, for some reason.

“Are you okay?” The question came out before she could stop it, but that strange, nagging feeling at the back of her head was not allowing her to feel bad about it. Something was different, but she wasn’t sure if he was just flirting or trying to tell her something. Or was he possessed?

“Terrific,” he responded almost immediately, once again a hand holding his weight against the lockers. “Never better, in fact.”

“Are you sure?” Marinette asked with furrowed brows.

“Pawsitive,” he smirked wider now. Marinette’s frown deepened at what sounded to her like a pun. Of course, she could have misheard. Right? She opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to figure out what to say. A part of her wanted to ask if he had just made a cat pun, while the other part wanted to change the subject.

But her struggle was short-lived, for Adrien decided to continue.

“Are you okay?” he asked with amusement. Unfortunate for Marinette, she was only able to get a few er’s and um’s out. To which Adrien decided to ask one last question: “Cat got your tongue… Princess?”

Her brain short-circuited. Princess. It was the first thought able to get through. Princess. A word she had heard someone call her once. Twice? Three times? She lost count. If he wasn’t calling her Princess, he was calling her…

My Lady.

Her eyes slowly widened, as realization dawned on her. No…way, her mind argued. But it was useless. There was no unseeing it now. There was no unhearing those words. That nickname. That pun. It was him.

And he did the complete opposite of what she asked him.

All of a sudden, the shock disappeared, and was quickly replaced with a scolding frown, fists clenching on her sides.

Adrien’s eyes widened. “Uh oh.”

Marinette launched at the blond, but only caught air, as he shot away like a bullet to the lockers exit. Without having to think it twice, the girl sped after him.

While half her mind was still trying to process the fact that Adrien, of all people, was Chat Noir, the other half was too rattled to care. I should have known the first thing he would do was flirt. She mentally kicked herself. And right after I told him not to tell me his identity. Should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“COME BACK HERE, YOU MANGY CAT!” she yelled after him, as they reached the school courtyard, ignoring all the other students on lunch break.

“NOPE!” Adrien called back, grabbing onto the stair railing to go up to the second floor faster. Marinette did her best to keep up, but was unable to skip as many steps as Adrien. Damn his long legs!

She followed the blond until he skidded to turn to a classroom. Marinette copied his moves into the room. When she was finally in, Adrien was on the other side of the room, debating where to run next. The pig-tailed girl slammed her hands on the first desk she could find.

“You?! YOU?!” was all Marinette could get out.

“I told you we knew each other,” Adrien retorted triumphantly. “And you doubted my cat instincts.”

“And then you went and told me anyway!” she reprimanded. “Even after I specifically told you not to.”

“Well, technically I never told you,” he corrected with a smug smile. “You told me not to tell you, you never said anything about not making it easier for you to figure it out.”

Marinette let out a loud growl of frustration, which she followed with running around the desks. Adrien took the opportunity to run towards the door. In the process, Marinette’s hand managed to grab his over-shirt by the back of the collar, but Adrien was quick enough to take off the clothing piece and keep running.

She gaped at the white cloth on her hand.

“Oi! Come back here traitor!” a tiny head popped out of an inside pocket of the shirt. Chat’s kwami. Adrien’s kwami. He abandoned him! Marinette growled this time and resumed her pursuit, this time with a cat being yelling: “Get ‘im!”

They were once again out in the hallways, in their unplanned game of cat and mouse. Except this time, Marinette was the cat. They were nearing the stairs again when the designer figured she wanted to stop this already.

But how? She wondered inwardly. A question that did not need much thought, as an idea occurred to her as they got closer to the ground floor. Perhaps it wasn’t the most graceful of ideas, but…

Screw it!

A yelped resonated. Marinette had pounced on Adrien, making them both fall to the ground. They wrestled on the ground for a moment, Marinette using his white shirt as a weapon, until a tiny ‘ouch’ reminded her there was a little kwami in it and left it aside. Finally, the pig-tailed girl managed to pin the boy down, sitting on his stomach.

“Are you kidding me?!” she almost yelled. Adrien quickly made an X sign with his arms.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he laughed, which only irritated her more. She made a noise between a growl and a groan and started trying to move his arms away. In the process, her hand slipped to his side, accidentally poking him and making him try to jerk away from her.

They stopped. Two pairs of wide eyes stared at each other for a moment. Slowly, Marinette’s lips curled into a smirk.

“NO!” Adrien’s arms shot up to grab Marinette’s before she could start her tickling attack. Her wrist in one of his hands and her hand tangled in his other. They struggled, pushing as hard as they could to get the other to give up.

“You are in so much trouble!” Marinette half laughed, half growled.

“But you should’ve seen your face!” Adrien retorted, with more amusement in his voice.

“You weren’t supposed to do that!”

“But it was so funny!”

“It was not funny!”

“I beg to differ, My Lady.”

Marinette stopped. By instinct, and habit, he followed. Their bodies stilled, the weight of the revelations finally sinking in. Strangely, it wasn’t heavy, like she had thought it would be. In fact, it was the exact opposite. She had never felt lighter. What was more, Adrien seemed to feel the same thing, proving it by giving a toothy smile.

It wasn’t his usual careful, reserved smiles, too preoccupied with the Gabriel brand. It was a carefree grin, one that actually reached his eyes, that showed every one of his pearly whites. One that she had seen many times, whether he was committing a mischievous act or after they rolled away in a fight and ended in a suggestive position. All that was missing was a black mask.

A snort escaped Marinette’s lips, but this time, she didn’t bother trying to cover it up. Instead, a hearty cackle followed it.

“You’re a dork,” she said between giggles.

“Hey, I’m not a dork. I’m hilarious,” Adrien retorted, starting to laugh, too.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, chaton.” The boy pouted, prompting another snicker from the girl. After a few more, she took a deep breath and looked back at him.

Yeah, he’s definitely Chat.

“Come on,” she spoke, at last. Taking his over-shirt from the ground, she got off her partner and helped him up. Once standing straight, the two stared for a moment, somewhat still processing what had just happened, a new comfort forming between them. Almost shyly, Marinette gave Adrien his shirt back, giving him a pointed look for his kwami. Adrien rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, but almost immediately looked back at her.

“Wanna eat lunch together?” he asked suddenly. Marinette could feel her cheeks heat up slightly. She cleared her throat.

“I’d like that,” she almost whispered it. A softer smile curled Adrien’s lips.

Everything’s gonna be alright, Marinette thought in bliss.

They turned to walk back to the lockers, but froze on their tracks. They had been so distracted by their game, they hadn’t realized the audience that had formed near them. Their entire class was standing before them, staring with amusement. All except for Chloé, who looked positively livid. Too angry to come out of her stupor. As for their best friends, Nino was holding tightly to his headphones, furiously biting his lip to hold back laughter, while Alya was holding her phone up, device almost forgotten and her jaw hanging. A clicking sound from her, though, brought everyone back to reality.

Most of the class erupted in cheers. Kim made a loud wolf-whistle. Rose was squealing like a fangirl. A grumpy Max handed five euros to Alix. Even a few unknowns joined the crowd, more out of curiosity than anything. At this point, Marinette’s face was scorching hot.

“NOPE!” Adrien suddenly snapped. Without even asking, he grabbed her hand to drag her back to the lockers.

“I thought you were always the one who wanted to make public any kind of relationship between us,” she teased, as she let herself be dragged.

“This is different!” he whined, not looking back at her.

“How so?”

But he didn’t respond. Although Marinette could only see a part of his face, she could distinguish a dark shade of scarlet coloring it. While Marinette was used to playfully turning him down, perhaps, just this once, she could indulge a little in it.

After all, it’s not every day she got to see Chat Noir become flustered by his own advances.

#Miraculous Ladybug #ML fanfic #their-destinys-writer #ML Ultimate Guess Who Challenge #ml_ugwc #Marinette #Adrien #Ladybug #Chat Noir #silly chase #still can't believe the amount of kudos it got #And I'm so happy for everyone else!

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A Day of Surprises

Time: September 24, 2017

Place: A Sandwich Shop Movie Theater 

Between: Desmond & Alex

Plot: Alex invites Desmond to the movies in an attempt to spend more time with him without any sex involved but Desy decides to give him a little surprise.

Desmond met Alex out in the front of the school, rocking on his feet slightly. He had been surprised that Alex had asked him out to the movies. Mostly surprised since the professor didn't date. But it was a nice surprise and Desmond was glad that he had been asked. He mulled over what they would watch when they got to the theater; he knew Alex didn't like horror movies so...he hoped there would be something semi interesting that they won't get bored. When he noticed the professor walking up Desmond moved over toward him, pressing a kiss to to his cheek. "Hi..."

Alex wasn’t sure what had possessed him to ask Desmond out like this. Maybe it was the fact that he has been going out with Vikki and he didn’t want Desmond to think everything was different with him. Maybe he really wanted to spend some different kind of time with him. Either way he couldn’t stop himself from smiling when he saw the boy. He grinned at the kiss “Hey you… ready to go?”

Desmond nodded, pulling back to smile at him. "Yeah..." Desmond took a deep breath, looking out toward the parking lot. "Are we heading straight to the theater or...are we going somewhere else first?" He was trying to keep himself calm, subtlety trying to indicate that they should probably eat. Or rather, he should probably eat at the very least.

Alex smiled and nodded towards his car “Up to you. Wanna stop for something to eat or drink before going to the movies?” he asked not wanting to push Desmond to do anything he didn’t want to. He opened the door for Desy and smiled as he walked around the car, getting in and putting on the safety belt

Desmond walked up towards Alex's car, moving to take the professor's hand as they walked. "We can...grab a quick bite I guess." He mumbled. "Something small," he added, "like a sandwich or something." He hopped in the car and buckled his seat belt. "And...I don't really know what's out. I know about a couple of horror movies...and some action. Are you sure you don't have a movie in mind?"

Alex was glad to hear Desmond was the one proposing they should eat something, it was a good sign of the boy trying to get better. “That sounds good! We could stop by for a sandwich or something light” he said with a smile squeezing his hand as they got to the car. He shrugged “I haven’t gone to the movies in a while so nope… anything you want works out. I’m not a fan of horror movies but I can try to handle one”

Desmond hummed, thinking it over. "Okay...when we get there we'll..look around." He really didn't want to just pick something that Alex wouldn't enjoy. Plus...it was his birthday the other day. He wanted to do something that make him happy just a bit.

Alex nodded “Alright! That works for me babe” he assured as he started the car. “How was your week?” he asked really looking forward to hearing how things were working for him with his new classes and his half time job. He was also hoping Desmond wasn’t gonna ask about his public flirting with Vikki but he had been already thinking it was for the best to be completely honest with the boy

Desmond shrugged. "It's been good. I've been really busy, not going out much." He said. "But I'm learning a lot. It's been fun!" He smiled and then talked about some of the simple animation techniques he had been learning and studying. "...and my job's kinda...relaxing. The library is always quiet." He didn't ask about Alex and Vikki, mostly because he really didn't want to know more than he did. Unless Alex thought he needed to tell him something. Plus...they were cute. "How's your classes been going?"

Alex smiled when he heard Desmond’s enthusiasm “I’m glad to hear that. Learning while having fun is the best way to learn” he assured as he kept on listening. “I like the library for that too” he added. He groaned “Classes are fine but I’m still struggling a little with the new kids… The seniors are doing great tho” he said as he nodded “Midterms aren’t far so they all are starting to stress out with some projects”

Desmond hummed a little bit, leaning against his door a bit, shifting to look at Alex. "Really? Why are they giving you trouble? Do they not do their work?" Desmond sighed and nodded. "Yeah...I gotta do a short practice animation and then...during the next semester I gotta do a short film."

Alex sighed “Some of them don’t take me so seriously” he said “Easton even suggested me wearing a more formal attire for class” he said scrunching up his nose. “What’s the project about? Ohhh a short film… that sounds pretty cool! You already know what the subject will be?”

Desmond licked his lips. "Well...you do look nice in suits." Though Des would find it more distracting than anything else. But that could just be him. He shrugged. "Just some simple movement of light. And...for the short film...I'm not so sure. I'm still thinking on it. Do you have any ideas?"

Alex huffed a chuckle “You always think I look good no matter what I’m wearing” he said, shaking his head. “that sounds nice and I don’t know but it doesn’t sound too complicated” he added not sure if he was right or not. “I don’t have any idea yet but I can think about it… specially cause I worked with pretty awesome directors when we filmed videos so that might help’”

Desmond "Am I wrong?" He chuckled and shrugged, "Yeah, if you have simple shapes. Which, I do. It get's more complicated with more complicated designs." He smiled. "Well...if you wanna get me some ideas let me know. I would love some ideas." He looked outside the window and noticed the sandwich shop. "You're free all day right?"

Alex nodded “I think you are, I don’t look that good…” He tilted his head as they stopped on a red light “What kind of shapes?” he asked curiously. “I’ll be gad to” he said with a smile as he reached and squeezed Desmond’s thigh. “Yeap I’m free all day, why?”

Desmond shook his head. "We're not gonna argue," he chuckled and wrinkled his nose. He shrugged, "Just circles, cones, an cylinders mostly." He shook his head, "Just curious is all." He reached his hand down to place it over Alex's and smiled at him. "That's all."

Alex huffed “alright alright we won’t argue about that.” He nodded when he got what Desy meant now “I see! That sounds cool tho, I’d like to see the result when you’re done if you wanna show me.” He smiled “Well then now you know, we can hang out all day if you want” he said turning his hand to squeeze Desy’s before letting him go to keep driving

Alex grinned at the kiss “Good! I’d like to see it.” The blush made him smile a little more “No need to thank me, I should be thanking you cause you’re spending the day with me”

Desmond hummed, blushing a bit more. "Really? I mean...you're the one who invited me out and got me off campus. It's a pretty nice thing for you to do."

Alex nodded “Yeah but you could’ve said no or have better things to do than hanging out with me” he said with a smile. “And I think you needed a break, you mentioned you’ve been working a lot”

Desmond nodded slowly, "I guess...but hanging out with you if fun. So why would I say no?" He nodded. "Yeah...animation is a big subject especially when you learn about the different methods."

Alex he smiled again “really? I don’t really think I’m that fun but I like that you think so” he said in a light tone. “I don’t know much about it but I’ve seen some videos and parts of movies so it looks pretty awesome and it’s cool you wanna do that”

Desmond shook his head. "I just like hanging out with you. Just....you know, being with you is...good enough." He nodded. "Yeah, it...it's a lot but amazing." He pointed, "We can pull over here to park."

Alex was a little overwhelmed when he heard Desy saying that “Thanks babe… that’s really sweet of you” he smiled. “I can imagine” he grinned. He looked at the place Desmond had pointed to “Ok… you sure?” he asked curiously

Desmond shrugged, "It's the truth." He looked to where he had pointed as well and nodded, swallowing just a bit. "Yeah. Let's go."

Alex nodded “I’m gonna believe you this time” he agreed as he parked the car. He didn’t argue or pushed on the subject, if Desy decided that he really doesn’t want to eat, he wouldn’t insist. He got out of the car and moved to open the door for Desmond

"You know...you're a real gentleman always opening the door like that for me." He stepped out of the car and took a deep breath before heading inside the shop. Desmond hummed, his hands in his pockets as he looked up at the menu, trying to find something suitable to eat.

Alex chuckled “What can I say? Mom raise me well” he winked and put his hands in his pockets when he noticed Desy doing just that. He scanned the menu too, waiting for Desy to be the first to order cause he didn’t want to make him feel pressured

Desmond smiled. "Good thing too." Desmond took his time, really looking over the menu and trying to find something that he would mostly likely finish. After a moment before worrying that he was taking too long he ordered a sandwich that had ham, lettuce, some tomatoes and toasted bread. He looked to Alex, "What would you like?"

Alex was kinda proud to see Desmond order something that seemed balanced and not so light as he had imagine he would order. He smiled and looked at the menu again “I think I’m gonna order the same you asked, it looked good… just no ham, turkey instead” he smiled as he moved closer to order their food

Desmond nodded as the clerk worked on their order. Desmond cleared his throat and looked back at Alex, "I'm gonna pay. Okay?"

Alex smiled and nodded, especially cause he knew Desmond didn’t want him to keep paying for everything and he could agree with that to make him feel more comfortable. “Alright… sounds good. Movies are on me tho” he warned with a smile

Desmond let out a small sigh, glad that Alex didn't try to convince him not to pay for this. "Okay...that sounds fair." Once their sandwiches were finished Desmond took a hold of their tray and paid for their food. "Do you want something to drink," he asked, after ordering himself a water.

Alex could tell how relieved Desy was feeling and it kinda made him feel guilty for making the boy worry about him not accepting. He let the young photographer take the tray and smiled again “Water’s fine… thanks Des”

Desmond "Okay," he said and got two waters for them. Once that was done he led them over to an empty table and sat down, "thanks." He smiled, "I...I'm really glad that we're doing this."

Alex follows Desy, feeling kinda weird he’s not doing anything but follow the boy and it makes him wonder if this is exactly how he makes Desmond feel when he insists to pay and do everything for them. Is then when he reconsiders and he thinks of not doing it again. He sits in front of Desmond and waits until he handles him his sandwich “I am too… thanks babe” he smiles as he uncaps his water

Desmond ate in silence for a moment. He didn't really have anything else to talk about he realized; that was a little worrying if he really thought about it. When they were together they were generally wrapped up in each other so simply sitting here was...he didn't know. Maybe it was the food. "Is your sandwich good?"

Alex hummed at the first bite and kept eating for a little bit. Silence was usually never weird, it was comforting and he was smiling a little cause Desy had been the one deciding this, he was eating because he wanted to and hopefully not because he was doing it for Alex. He swallowed and nodded “It’s really good… what about yours?”

Desmond smiled back at him. "It's...it's okay," he said after he had swallowed. The sandwich felt...a little dry, though he knew it was really just him. He took another bite and sipped at his water. "I'm glad you like yours though."

Alex he nodded and took another bite. “You choose a good place, I haven’t stopped here before and I really liked it, I might stop by more often when I feel like eating sandwiches” he said honestly “You’ve come here before?” he asked curiously

Desmond smiled a little bit at the compliment. "Um, yeah...while I was out one day. I stumbled upon it. It's a pretty nice place." Desmond nodded, "Good I gave you another place to eat at, huh."

Alex hummed “That’s so cool… yeap and you also showed me a place you like so maybe you can join me or invite me next time” he grinned and took a sip of his water

Desmond hummed, pulling the top bread off of his sandwich and raised an eyebrow. "Ooooh, a second 'date'," he teased. "But...I'd like that."

Alex made a grimace when Desy used that word but he didn’t comment much about it “Something like that yeah… unless you don’t wanna go out with me again” he teased before taking another bite of his food

Desmond couldn't help the small chuckle that left him at the grimace Alex had made and shook his head. He reached his hand over across the table and gently touched Alex's hand. "Sorry...I'm just teasing you know." He said. "And of course I wanna go out with you again. It nice getting to go out with you like thing and nose having to worry.

Alex rolled his eyes “I know I know…” he said turning his hand to squeeze Desy’s. “Good! I really like spending time with you, a lot so I’m glad you wanna keep spending time with me too” he said before letting go of his hand to finish his sandwich

Desmond grinned, "Good." He went back to picking at his sandwich, not eating his bread but eating pretty much everything else. He sat back a little bit and sipped at his water, digging out his phone from his pocket. "You like romance movies right?"

Alex watched discretely how Desy picked at his food but ate most of it, it was better than nothing so he didn’t mention anything. The question almost made him choke on his water “Not exactly… I like comedies too.. dunno, plus you’re choosing the movie” he reminded him

Desmond shot Alex a concerned look when he saw the man choking slightly on his water. "I...know that," he nodded, looking back down at his phone. "But, I still wanna pick something I think you'd enjoy. I mean, it's nice that you'd sit through something with me, but I want you to have fun."

Alex smiled “I’m already having fun and enjoying to spend time with you so the movie wouldn’t matter that much” he assured and reached to take Desy’s hand “I might close my eyes in a horror movie tho” he half joked

Desmond smiled and squeezed Alex's hand as he still searched through the movies. "Okay...you can hold my hand too." He still wanted something for both of them. "We could see Atomic Blonde. It's an action movie and I heard good things about it."

Alex grinned “Good… I like that” he said with a happy tone even tho he wasn’t really joking about not liking those movies. “We could watch that then, I don’t mind”

Desmond nodded and set his phone back down. "Great," he said with a smile. "It started at two o'clock and the next one is at like...four. So we have time if we don't wanna go right away. I don't care either way."

Alex nodded “sounds good to me, it’s a good time so we can just hang out” he agreed. “Wanna go somewhere else in the meantime? We can take a little walk”

Desmond "Okay, that sounds nice. The walk I mean." He said. Once they were both finished with their food he moved to stand, reaching out a hand for Alex to take.

Alex smiled when Desy held his hand and guided him outside “I’m glad you wanted to stop by for some food… I didn’t realize I was this hungry” he said as they walked down the street

Desmond followed after Alex and smiled, "Yeah? Well, you're welcome for that. Glad you're enjoying it." He leaned against him a little bit as they walked. "I'm glad we went too, I needed something to snack on."

Alex nodded “it was a great choice” he reassured. It was different this time to go out with Des cause he seemed happier and cheerier and he really liked that. “Yeah? Then we’re taking good decisions tonight” he smirked

Desmond hummed softly and leaned over to press a kiss against Alex's cheek. "Yeah," he mused, his thumb gently stroking along Alex's hand. "I certainly hope we are. Otherwise this might not be too fun."

Alex grinned at the kiss “It’s been fun so far…” he shrugged a little and squeezed Desy’s hand “so I guess you won’t want popcorns?” he asked teasingly

Desmond hummed but eventually nodded. "Probably. I mean...popcorn is all greasy anyways." He frowned and wrinkled his nose.

Alex rolled his eyes “Are you serious? You don’t like popcorn?” he sighed “There are some that are made with hot air so no grease at all” he suggested “If you’re ever wanna give it a try just lemme know yeah?”

Desmond "I don't like a lot of foods you know," he pointed out plainly. Desmond hummed but eventually shrugged. "Sure, I'll try it. Why not?"

Alex nodded “I know that but I was hoping you would want to give a try to some with me and then decide” he said with a neutral voice. “Only if you wanna try it. I wouldn’t force you to anything, remember?”

Desmond nodded, "Right...but I remember. But," he continued, "I will try it if you give me some. I won't make much of a promise after that. But I will try it." They turned the corner and Desmond moved a little bit so that he stood in front of Alex. He leaned down to press a kiss to the professor's lip. "I promise."

Alex smiled “If you wanna give it a try, we can try but if that makes you uncomfortable I won’t bring it up again” he promised. He stopped when Desy stopped in front of him and smiled at the kiss, pulling him in for another one “ok… good. Sounds good” he said with a sigh after the kiss.

Desmond smiled, "I know, you're good about doing that. I really appreciate it." Desmond hummed and leaned in for another kiss, "Great."

Alex grinned “I’m glad you think so babe” he added against his lips. “Come on, let’s walk around a little more and then back to the car” he said with a smile, squeezing Desy’s hand.

"Right, let's go." He started walking again, feeling...he didn't know. Lighter maybe? It was certainly a positive feeling though and he was glad Alex had asked him out. They continued on and eventually headed back toward the car, checking his phone for the time. "Ah, looks like we'll be able to make it just in time."

Alex hummed and nodded, walking with Desy to the car. It was good to see him smiley and relaxed, he was really glad to have helped him relax. He squeezed Desmond’s hand as they walked to the car “Good! That’s a good thing.” He opened the door for Des when they arrived at the car and then got in himself “How’s Kuroko?”

Desmond slipped back into the car and buckled up. "She's doing okay. I haven't been able to walk her too much since I've been so busy. I mean, I do get out to walk her, but not as often as I did." He said with a shrug. "I'm trying to figure out a better way to manage my time I guess."

Alex started the car and nodded “She must miss it but I think she gets it, cats are very smart” he said and looked at Desy from the corner of his eye “Really? That’s a good thing. I think you could find some courses on campus or online. It’s very important you learn that”

"I hope she does," he said, "she ends up curling up in my lap a lot as well. Which is nice." Desmond shot him a surprised look. "Really? Courses on time management? Wow, I thought that was something you just...learned?"

Alex nodded “I hope so too and I know she likes it when you hold her so maybe she’s happy with that for now” he agreed. “Yeap. I’ve heard there are some for students but I’m not sure if they have it here but I’m sure online they would have…One of my best friend who was in the band with me learned that when he was in collage so” he shrugged a little

Desmond nodded, "Yeah, she seems happy with it." Desmond laughed at that. "Wow, I didn't know that. I'll have to look around to see what I can find."

Alex smiled “That’s good babe, and as long as you both are happy with it for now that’s more than ok” he agreed. “I only heard about that because of him… I’m not that great at it either so” he winced and then smiled “But if you can find something and it helps you, that’s be awesome”

Desmond chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah? Well...we can learn it together if you want," he reached over and squeezed Alex's thigh, winking at him. "If you want."

Alex nodded “That would be nice… and yeah I like the idea. I’ll help you look about it too” he said smiling at the touch of Desmond’s hand. He parked the car as soon as they got to the theater. He parked, turned off the car and turned to look at Desmond, leaning in to peck his lips “Ready to go?”

Desmond smiled at the little kiss and nodded, "Yeah, let's go," he said and excitedly unbuckled his belt and hopped out of the car. This time, he moved around and opened Alex's door for him and offered him his hand. "Come on."

Alex chuckled when Des was the one opening the door for him. That was a first and he thought it was such a cute detail from the young photographer. He accepted his hand and pulled him in for another kiss “Thanks babe” he said as they started to walk into the theater.

Desmond grinned at the little kiss and nodded, "No problem," he mumbled and followed Alex into the theater. Once they were inside Desmond led them to the line and ordered their tickets. "Do, you want to get snacks or just go to the theater?"

Alex smiled and guided Desy to the tickets’ boot “I can get both” he said reaching for his wallet and buying the tickets. “What kind of snack would you like?” he asked as they walked into the theater, still holding Desmond’s hand.

Desmond thought it over looking through all of snack options. "Um...I dont know. I might not even eat anything..." he admitted. "But...well I guess I could do something sweet? Maybe m&ms." He smiled at him. "So you can just get whatever if you want."

Alex waited until Desy made up his mind and then nodded “M&Ms sounds good... and maybe some water” he shrugged as they walked to the candy booth, buying what Desmond had suggested. “I think this will be enough for now” he smiled.

Desmond nodded, "Yeah me too." He checked their tickets and led them to the proper theater. It seemed that they had arrived at the proper time since the theater wasn't completely full. Desmond led them up the steps toward the middle of the theater and found them some good seats. "Here, we can sit here near the aisle. Just in case one of us needs to use the bathroom or something."

Alex let Desy take the lead and followed him to their seats. He was holding the bottles and candies and let Desmond take the first seat and then he sat next to him “this is a good place. I like it” he looked around noticing that it had been a good day to come since it wasn’t a full theater. He handed Desmond his water and set his on the floor “What’s the movie about again?” he asked turning to his side a little to loot at the young photographer

Desmond took his water and shot Alex a slightly confused look. "Atomic Blonde," he said and shook his head slightly. "How'd you forget that?"

Alex chuckled and shrugged “I was too distracted looking at you” he teased and winked, reaching to take Desmond’s hand

Desmond shook his head slightly and squeezed his hand. "Cute," he leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek as the lights started to dim.

Desmond fell quiet as the trailers started, still holding Alex's hand. Desmond didn't eat much of the candy as the movie played. He enjoyed the movie over all, thought the acting was pretty good all around and the fight scenes were pretty interesting. The actual story was kind of dull for him, but maybe he wasn't all that into spy stuff. But all in all Desmond had a good time with the movie, he hoped Alex was enjoying it as well.

Alex really enjoyed the movie. It was not his kind of movie but the action scenes were pretty cool and the company made it even better. He let go of Desy’s hand only for a few moments during the movie but he kept on reaching out for it. When the movie was done he turned to his side and peck Desy’s cheek “I liked that, you chose a good movie”

Desmond grinned and turned to face Alex. "I'm glad you liked it," he said. Desmond hummed and pulled out his phone as others started walking out of the theater and checked the time. "Hey...um, I don't know if you'd be okay with this," he started, "but if you want we have time for another movie."

Alex smiled and nodded “Sure! I would like that” he said not really ready to part way with Desmond. “What movie do you wanna watch? So we can go get the new tickets” he said with a grin, waiting still on his seat as Desy checked his phone

Desmond grinned and shook his head a little bit. "No...I mean...we don't have to go buy new tickets," he mumbled and shuffled through the other movies playing and he stood up, still holding Alex's hand. "I mean we can just..." he shook his head. "Unless you don't want to just go to one..."

Alex frowned at first and then smirked. It had been a very long time since he had done something like this. A little rush of adrenaline ran down his spine. He nodded and squeezed his hand “Alright… but if we get caught I’ll take the blame” he smiled and pulled Desy to sneak into the first theater’s door he found on the hall

Desmond blinked a couple of times, surprised that Alex had actually agreed to go through with this but smiled big as they walked out of their current theater together. He followed Alex into another movie, not sure what movie they were currently in but he didn't really care what they were going to see. Desmond nodded, though, if they did get in trouble he wouldn't let Alex take all the blame. This was his idea after all.

Alex winked and walked silently until the very back of the theater, seating in a corner in the last two seats. He wasn’t sure what movie it was but the room wasn’t even half fill. He sat on the seat next to the wall and pulled Desy to the other seat, chuckling a little when no one seemed to notice them “I have no idea what movie this is” he leaned to murmured into Desmond’s ear

Desmond followed Alex up the steps through the theater toward the back and sat next to the professor, grinning. "Yeah, me neither," he said and shrugged. "But if it's really boring we can just leave early and go do something else."

Alex smiled and nodded “Deal!” he agreed as he leaned back and placed his hand over Desy’s thigh innocently as he tried to figure out what the movie was about

As the movie trailers started to play Desmond hummed quietly to himself, his hand resting over Alex's as he waited for the movie to properly begin. His thumb slowly circling against Alex's skin. As the lights started to dim Desmond shifted in his seat, glancing over at Alex for a moment, licking his lips. His mind wondered just a bit, thinking back to how...well, how they hadn't done much in the the past few weeks. It was a...nice change of pace if he were being honest, but he did miss it. Desmond sank down in his seat just a bit as an idea formed in his head. He honestly couldn't believe that he was actually thinking about going through with this, though he knew--- or he hoped rather--- that Alex would like it. He waited a little while longer, just to make sure no many other people would be walking into the theater when he leaned over, his face still bright red, as he leaned over touching their shoulders.

Alex smiled when he felt Desy’s finger caressing his hand and then their shoulders pressing together. It was nice to have the boy that close, especially cause the last few days they had behaved a lot and kept their hand to themselves and he felt a little off about it since it came after their conversation about everything ending between them once Alex fucked him. He shook his head a little not wanting to think about that at the moment. He turned his head and smiled at Desy, leaning in to press a small kiss on his jaw.

Desmond closed his eyes as Alex pressed a kiss to his jaw and swallowed. Desmond took a deep breath and moved, pushing the armrest up and out of their way, as he shifted a bit closer to Alex. Sure, it might have been a little uncomfortable practically sitting on the space between the seats, but that was okay. Desmond nudged Alex and once the man looked toward him he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

Alex moved his hand from Desmond’s thigh when he moved to push the armrest and as soon as he felt the nudge he turned and smiled, closing his eyes and responding to the kiss, reaching to cup Desy’s cheek. He hummed against his lips and pressed a small peck but said nothing, he had already decided to let Desy decide everything for the day.

Desmond hummed into the kiss, pressing against the professor as the man cupped his cheek, wondering if the man could feel how hot his face was. He stayed kissing him for a bit, simply enjoying the feel of his lips together. After a moment Desmond slipped a hand on Alex's thigh, his hand slowly traveling up the professor's thigh stopping just before he reached his crotch.

Alex could tell Desy was blushed, the head on his cheek was the clearest prove and he only smiled between those small and chaste kisses they were sharing. When Desmond’s hand reached his crotch, his breath hitched and he broke the kiss “what are you doing?” he asked in a murmur not really expecting an answer.

Desmond swallowed, when Alex broke the kiss, worried that Alex was pulling away from him, but he took a small breath to calm himself down. "Do you...want me to stop," he asked before kissing him again.

Alex swallowed hard and deepened the kiss before answering, his heart pounding hard on his chest as arousal started to pool on his lower stomach. “No… not really” he whispered against his lips before sucking at his bottom lip.

Desmond felt relief wash over him as Alex sucked on his bottom lip. "Okay," he breathed, his own heart thudding against his chest, as his hand slid over the man's crotch, nipping softly at the professor's bottom lip.

Alex groaned a little and ran the tip of his tongue over Desy’s lip, his hand sliding now from Desmond’s cheek to the back of his head to tug at his hair a little “naughty” he murmured and pressed their foreheads together as he focused on keeping quiet.

Desmond felt a shiver run down his spin while heat pooled in his stomach, letting out a soft little chuckle at Alex's words. "I thought you liked that," he mumbled, his hand slowly massaging at Alex's crotch. He swallowed, thickly, glancing away toward the screen of the movie before looking back at the professor. "You...might have to help me keep quiet."

Alex nodded “Yeah I do… didn’t think you’d get this naughty” he whispered, looking over Desy’s shoulder to make sure no one was looking at them. He raised a brow and smirked “I’ll be glad to” he said before capturing his lips again, pushing his tongue between the boy’s lips.

Desmond smirked a bit, "Shouldn't underestimate me." Desmond smirked just before their lips met again, parting his lips and welcoming Alex's tongue into his mouth. Desmond hummed, still massaging Alex through his pants, his own cock growing in his pants.

Alex shook his head “I won’t” he murmured before kissing him again, moaning softly into Desmond’s mouth, his cock hard already at the adrenaline rush of being caught and the amazing feeling of Desy’s lips and hand.

Desmond sighed, swallowing Alex's moan and then moving to press kisses down a long the professor's jawline. Desmond hummed against his skin. "Hm..." he mumbled against the man's skin. "I..." he swallowed again, "I...wanna suck your dick...like I really wanna."

Alex hummed at the kisses but hearing Desy say he wanted to suck him off made him groan again “right now?” he asked dumbly, tugging at Desmond’s hair to pull him in for a kiss

A small whine sounded in the back of his throat when his hair was tugged again. He parted their lips a bit, taking a small breath as his hand continued to knead Alex's cock. "Mhm," he nodded, his heart drumming away rapidly in his ears. Though is was a much more pleasant feeling this time.

Alex heard the soft whine and it made his cock twitch, groaning again when Desy’s hand kept touching him. He nodded “Ok… yeah” he agreed, looking over Desmond’s shoulder to make sure no one on that line of seats was looking at them

Desmond sighed and grinned against Alex's lips. He did a quick scan himself to check for any wondering eyes; he didn't find anything then looked at the floor to make it sure it's not too dirty before settling down between the professor's legs. He took a deep breath, his hands massaging along Alex's thighs. A part of him was nervous about this part. Yes, he wanted this, but he was still worried about a theater worker walking in on them. Desmond didn't focus on that for too long, his hands traveling up to unzip Alex's pants. He shifted Alex's pants down so he could get Alex's cock out in the open. Desmond took his time, pressing kisses along the man's cock head

Alex felt his heart pounding on his chest when Desmond slid between his legs and settled ready to suck him off. Even if this was something that Alex enjoyed a lot he was a little worried they would get caught and Desmond would get in troubles but as soon as he felt those amazing lips kissing his cock, he forgot about everything else but how good it felt. He reached to scratch at his scalp softly

Desmond smiled a little bit as he felt Alex's fingers along his scalp. All his nerves melted away as he took Alex's cockhead into his mouth. He sucked softly, slightly teasing him while also trying to help keep Alex quiet.

Alex bit his lip to keep himself from moaning when Desmond started to suck the head of his cock, his hand still tugging softly at Desmond’s hair. He kept his eyes opened to make sure no one would catch them

Desmond kept his movements slow and steady, lavishing Alex's cock as the movie played behind him. Desmond had to stay focused so that he didn't moan himself, his own hand massaging his cock through his pants.

Alex closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying how good Desmond was making him feel. He looked down and noticed Desy touching himself and that made him choke a groan so he only tugged harder at Desmond’s hair “don’t cum” he murmured loud enough for Des to hear him

Desmond grunted again at the rougher tug of his hair and squeezed at his cock. He knew Alex would say that, but Desmond really didn't think that he would be able to keep quiet in the theater. Alex would have to take him back to his place, or at the very least the back of his car. As the movie continued he bobbed his head a little faster, his tongue teasing at the professor's slit as he looked up toward Alex's face.

Alex cursed when Desy looked up. The light was just enough to see the way his cock slid from Desy’s lips “I’m getting close” he said losing his eyes for a moment cause the view wasn’t helping him to keep himself from getting more and more aroused. He took a deep breath and bit his lip, his fingers still caressing Desmond’s scalp

Desmond swallowed around Alex's cock, trying to keep his own moans quiet. Hearing that Alex was close made him work double time. The thought of bringing Alex to climax in this theater did make his own cock twitch.

Alex moaned and opened his eyes to make sure no one had heard him. When he realized no one had heard him, he swallowed hard and thrust slightly into Desy’s mouth, knowing he was not gonna last much

Hearing Alex moan made Desmond whimper a little bit; that thrust heading straight down to his cock. Desmond bobbed his head faster, his own arousal growing as he tried to get Alex to spill over into his mouth.

Alex bit his lip harder and held Desmond’s head when his hips stuttered as he spilled into his mouth, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breath. He sighed and took a few deep breaths “fuck babe… you’re killing me” he said as he took Desy’s hand to help him back to his seat, leaning in to kiss him as he fixed his pants “did you cum?” he asked against his lips

Desmond hummed, swallowing down all of Alex's release. He pulled off of Alex's cock slowly, pressing one more kiss to the man's tip and licked his lips. Desmond smiled a the kiss; he often said that he didn't want to kill Alex but he liked that he could get that kind of reaction out of Alex. He shook his head at the question. "You told me not you," he whispered.

Alex sighed pleased and tucked his cock into his underwear and zip his pants up and then he smirked when Desy said he hadn’t cum “Good… such a good boy” he said with a hum and kissed him again, reaching for his hand “Come on… let’s go… I’m gonna make you cum but not here” he promised

Desmond swallowed and whimpered when Alex called him a 'good boy'. He took a hold of his hand and squeezed tightly, moving to stand up so that they could leave. "Okay, let's go." He smiled; glad that he could he as loud as he wanted without someone seeing them.

Alex smiled at Desmond’s response and tugged him outside the theater, walking as fast as they could to get to the car. He opened the door for Desy to get in on the back seat, following him right away and leaning close for a deep hungry kiss. His hand reaching to caress Desy’s cock over his jeans “you’re so hard babe” he murmured between kisses “So fucking sexy back there” he added

Desmond walked quickly, finding it difficult to walk with that hard on in his pants. But he knew he wouldn't have to worry about it too much longer. Desmond slipped into the backseat easily, his own hands moving to pull Alex to him. He moaned softly into the kiss, curling his fingers in the professor's hair as he caressed his cock. "Yeah," he breathed, "It felt hot."

Alex groaned and moved his hands quickly to open his pants “Was a great surprised” he murmured between kisses as he pulled Desmond’s cock out, leaning in to press a couple of kisses on the tip before taking it into his mouth, sucking slowly

Desmond felt his heart thump in his chest, feeling reluctant to actually let him go, even though his cock was practically begging for attention. He did let Alex go though and shivered when the professor pressed kisses against his tip. Desmond moaned, as Alex started to suck him off. "Hmmm...Alex I'm close"

Alex smiled around Desmond’s cock, sucking a little harder as he moved his hand lower into Des’ pants to fondle his balls. He looked up a little and kept going cause he loved the sounds Desmond was making and he really wanted to taste him

Desmond groaned loudly, his hand moving down to tug at Alex's hair. "Ah,' he moaned, panting loudly, "you feel so, mmm, good professor."

Alex pulled away and stroke Desmond’s cock for a moment “Yeah? You like it babe?” he asked before licking at the precum oozing from Desy’s slip “you taste so good” he murmured before taking his cock into his mouth again, bobbing his head a little faster

Desmond nodded, biting his lower lip as, his back arching slightly. "Fuck, Alex...you're so good."

Alex hummed around Desmond’s cock, using his hand to stroke what it couldn’t fit in his mouth, urging Desy to let go and cum

Desmond groaned, lifting his hips up to chase his release. He didn't last too much longer until he came, releasing into the professor's mouth, moaning loudly.

Alex groaned when Desmond started to thrust into his mouth, moaning when he finally came. He swallowed all of it, pulling away only to lick Desmond’s cock clean “That was amazing babe… so fucking hot...” he said still stroking Desmond’s cock a few times

Desmond panted heavily, shivering as Alex continued stroking his sensitive cock. He smiled lazily licking his lips, "Yeah..." He agreed. Desmond tugged at Alex's shirt a bit. "Come here."

Alex smiled and leaned in to crash their lips together, kissing him hungrily, moving to straddle Desmond’s thighs, careful of not hitting his head with the hood

Desmond sighed happily into the kiss, his hands shifting to rest in Alex hips as they made out.

Alex sighed against his lips and moved his hands, caressing the back of Desmond’s neck “you’re great babe”

Desmond chuckled softly, squeezing Alex's hips slightly, pressing another kiss to Alex's lips. "So were you," he said, one of his hands slipping around Alex, pulling him a bit closer. "You always are."

Alex smiled and pressed their foreheads together “biased…” he chuckled and kissed him again “you always think that” h huffed between kisses, pressing himself closer “Want me to take you back to the institute?” he asked, letting Desy decided where he wanted to go now.

"Maybe," he mumbled before their lips pressed together again. "But it doesn't mean it's not true," he mused, tracing his fingers along Alex's skin, under the man's shirt. Desmond hummed, pressing more kisses to his mouth, then trailing his lips down along his neck. Desmond shook his head, nuzzling his face against his neck. "No, not really."

Alex shook his head “we’re never gonna agree about this” he said against his lips and then tilted his head for Desy to keep kissing his neck “wanna stay here then?” he asked, closing his eyes “cause it’s gonna get a little uncomfortable here” he added

Desmond shook his head and shrugged. "I guess not," he said, he mumbled, nipping at Alex's skin every now and then. "No," he said since he agreed that being stuck back here was going to get uncomfortable. "We could go to your place." Though Desmond was very reluctant to let go of Alex at the moment.

Alex groaned a little at the nip “yeah? You wanna go back there for a little while?” he asked tugging at Desy’s hair a little so he could reach his lips

Desmond swallowed, the little tug to his hair earned Alex's neck another gentle bite before lifting his head to kiss Alex on his lips again. "Yeah," he mumble, "Let's go," he mused, still a bit reluctant to pull away from the professor, but he did. "Your couch would be better anyways."

Alex moaned at the last bite and sucked at Desy’s bottom lip “alright… let’s get going” he said as he moved off Desy’s lap “Agreed… my couch is a lot more comfortable” he added opening the door and getting out, offering his hand to help Desmond out

Desmond nodded, moving to fix himself in his pants. He took Alex's hand, helping to get up out of the car. He pressed a kiss to Alex's cheek. "Let's go."

Alex smiled and opened the passenger’s door for Desmond “ok, let’s go” he agreed and then got into the car to drive them back to his place to spend the rest of the evening together

#chatzy para #mrlysher #f2f:alexis #f2f:a day of surprise

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'New faces' : an new chapter for "Redemption of a Bell" is out !

Chapter Summary : After waking up and been explained what happened by Dutch himself, Bell, still recovering, has no choices but to stay at Horseshoe Overlook, prompting her to make talks with the others....

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Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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An job to do.....an job to do....Yeap, I definitely got an job to do and I have to make contacts with the others for the first time in my life. Dutch told me that I couldn't leave like that with the Pinkertons looking for us and since, it was since an long time that I didn't actually talk with someone. Maybe after all, staying here is maybe going to be better & perfect than wandering away without nobody to talk with but now....where to start ?

That was the only thing that was preoccupying me after Dutch left the cliffside : it was like the easiest thing to say but the hardest to do in reality. To who I could talk first in this whole camp ? I have no idea....so after taking an deep breath and making sure that I will not stupidly fall on the ground like I did minutes earlier because of my wound, I decided to finally move away from the cliffside to get myself back into the camp....

This place were now getting into life but each time I was passing near someone, there were like an moment of discomfort of me to be near those peoples, trying to open my mouth to say something, to present myself to them but there were something blocking me to do so. I was almost going to make another turn around the camp until I saw Hosea, drinking an coffee at the table that was near the place where everyone saw him, getting Williamson's head inside that barrel. Without any words, I moved to get sit in front of him.

"Bell." He smiled at me, his iron cup in his right hand as I was sitting, without speaking any words.

"Hi, Hosea." I finally spoke up, sounding like an shy girl....was it something I am ? Shy ? "How you've been doing ?" I asked him, fully stressed to talk to him as my hands went together under the table, trying to look away.

"I'm fine, enjoying an good coffee while I was going to read an book very soon." He replied with great enthusiasm, his eyes looking around the camp as me, it was the table I was looking. "What about you ?" He demanded, gesturing with his head towards my torso, seeing the bandages over my white shirt.

"Well, I thought that I was hit by an horse at full-speed when I woke up but since, it's getting better." I responded, taking an look too before passing my hands towards the three places I was wounded but that little move on the one in the shoulder, maked me moan silently in pain. "Actually, not so better." I corrected myself, causing him to break an little laugh.

"Next time, don't touch them too hardly." He advised half-serious & half-joking.

"Yeah, I will try to." I raised my left shoulder, the one that wasn't hurt before making an little grin before an silence came between us...it was weird for already 20 seconds. "So....uhm...Dutch told me about what happened." I broke the silence as I couldn't resist anymore...I needed to make talk.

"I hope that you were too much frightened by the news." He suggested and honestly, I was hesistating between saying yes or saying no because I was still alive and well but also trying to recover from 3 bullets that I receive.

"I was just surprised in fact about the days I spent to sleep." I told him clearly.

"You were not opening your eyes when we healed you and we couldn't let you die like that." He said to me and it was obvious for them to do that. "And I think that Dutch must have say it to you but you got lucky that him & the others find you in the mountains." He added.

"He told me that." I muttered in an happy tone before putting my arms on the table, looking around. "Now, it's all feeling weird for me." I stated, seeing those peoples living an normal life despite hiding from the authorities. "I don't know these peoples and...it seems that...well, I think I'm shy."

"If you were shy, were you going to talk to me ?" He smirked at me before putting down his iron cup on the table, he got an point. "I know that you aren't the type of person to be around people but it's better that you find an way to integrate yourself here." He argued about that, saying the same thing like Dutch before.

"In here, I only know you, Dutch & Arthur." I exclaimed, trying to find Arthur around but he wasn't looking to be here for the moment. "But now, wandering alone isn't really an option." I contended myself about that choice....staying here is better.

"You understand everything, Bell." He commented that before his look was focusing behind me as he started to spread his arms, like if to greet someone. "Hi, Arthur." He spoke up, turning around to see Arthur in his usul clothes : blue shirt, his light brown west.

"How's things, Hosea ?" Arthur started, making an sign with his hat to Hosea.

"Very good, been talking to Bell about everything." Hosea responded, causing Arthur to look at me curiously before repeating what he did with Hosea to me.

"Nice to see you back up, Bell." Arthur offered his hand to me and I accepted it, shaking hands with him. "You got some strenght in you, lady." He scoffed, an smile on his face.

"All I've got for the moment." I said, pointing at my torso before breaking an laugh out of us.

"I think you should get along with the others, Bell." Hosea suggested as I was getting up from my chair, to let him enjoy his coffee and an book he was getting out of his jacket. "Arthur, if you can help her...." He told him and Arthur nodded.

"Come on, let's make you meet the boys." He ordered as I started to follow him away from Hosea to get on another part of the camp...at another table that was this time an circled one where there were only person near it, alone and seemingly playing with an knife, he was looking mexican. "Javier !" Arthur greeted him.

"Oh, Arthur, you already come back here." Javier expressed his joice to see Arthur back here before his eyes went right on me, full curious.

"Javier, this is Bell, you remember ?" Arthur presented me back to him before turning around to look at me. "Bell, this is Javier Escuella, been with the gang for almost 4 years now." He added as I moved to shake hands with the man, keeping his knife in his hands.

"You could also say that I'm the singer and musician of the group." Javier joked, gesturing to an direction behind him with his head and it was surely pointing at an small tent with an guitar near it.

"I would like to see that." I exclaimed with an smile, curious about it.

"Yeah but we ain't fleeing the Pinkertons because of Javier's voice." Arthur scoffed him too, an small laugh out of his mouth. "Where's the others, Javier ?" He demanded.

"Well, Bill is back to sleep after he tried to shot her down while been totally drunk before Hosea make him drink water, Lenny is in Valentine to buy something and Micah...for him, I don't know." Javier replied, raising his shoulders about the last one. "I was thinking that we have now 2 Bell in here." He stated, causing me to narrow my eyes.

"Wait, there is another Bell in here ?" I questioned Arthur, looking around me because I was thinking that it was maybe an brother....

"Yeah....must forget to tell you that." He started, scratching the back of his head. "By the odds, we got another member also named Bell but for him, we prefer to call him Micah...or 'rat'" He clarified to me, whispering the last word not so loud to me. "Hopefully, you two got nothing in common except your name." He added, somehow sending an feeling of relieve in me...mostly because of the word he used.

"And not like him maybe." Javier suggested but I raised my shoulders, not fully knowing this Micah Bell perfectly to make an opinion and by hearing both of them, that wasn't pleasant for an start.

"I didn't see John, where is he ?" Arthur demanded.

"At your guess, he's with Lenny in Valentine." Javier replied in an low voice as Arthur put his hands on the table, not sitting on the chair near by, still standing up.

"Damnit, can he be just an father for Jack for good ?" Arthur muttered, looking down before he put his head, watching in an direction where this little boy I saw earlier, sitting with his mom on an tree trunk....so he's named Jack.... "Since we arrived here, he's always volunteering to go away from the camp."

"I can't tell you, Arthur." Javier complained, looking at his knife in his hands.

"This John...what is his problem ?" I asked both as I was nearly lost about that story nonetheless.

"It's hard to explain but he got an child with Abigail but he still thinks that Jack isn't his." Arthur answered to me, still looking at their direction away before he removed his hands from the table to put them on his waist. "If you want to know more, wait and since, you can go talk to her." He proposed

"Why not ?" I whispered, mixed about this idea before he was going to walk away until Javier stop him.

"Arthur, why don't we make an little Five Finger Fillet game ?" Javier suggested, showing his knife to Arthur and it was enough for Arthur to come back and to get sit in front of Javier, removing his gloves away on the table.

"Let's see if your knife isn't going to hurt yourself." Arthur exclaimed, getting out his own knife on the table.

"Well, my time is up, I'm leaving you both." I said, wanting to let the two play their game on that table and not actually wanting to see blood for the day.

Now that I was back alone, having let Arthur & Javier at that table, it was suggested that I go talk with this Abigail, still sitting on that tree trunk while she was watching her son near her, his hands on some flower to grab them in his hands. I was hesitating at first to go see them, not wanting to scare the little Jack again after what happened earlier this morning but Hosea was now peacefully reading an book, Dutch was in his tent near by, resting an little so it was my only option....I walked slowly towards the two.

"Hi." I started, slowly waving at Abigail and as I thought that Jack was going to run away, he wasn't paying attention, still in his things.

"Oh, hi, miss Bell." Abigail waved at me back, her voice sounding very pleasant to hear. "How are you ?" She asked me.

"Well, I can say that I'm fine." I replied, trying to move my right shoulder an little, putting my left hand on it to ease the pain in case. "Uhm....I think that we didn't get the chance to present ourselves."

"I already know you but you don't know me." She said in an clear and happy voice. "I'm Abigail Roberts Marston." She presented herself, offering her hand to me and like Javier & Arthur, I gladly accepted it, feeling that nice touch on my hand. "For the moment, it's just Roberts." She added in an normal voice.

"Oh ?" I breathed.

"Let's just say that my husband....John....ins't really present to take care of his son." She muttered, her eyes on her son, an little grin on her face. "Some must have told you that as I maybe heard."

"Yeah...uhm...Arthur told me that with Javier." I explained, looking at the two far away, still in their game of 'Five Finger Fillet'. "Uhm...I wanted to say that I'm sorry for having scared your son." I apologized to that event, feeling an bit bad for that.

"That ? Don't worry about it." She reassured me, gesturing that it was nothing with her hands. "He couldn't know that you were awake." She added.

"Look mom what I did !" Her son...Jack...spoke up, almost surprising me on the spot as he moved to get back to her mother, holding an made necklace with flowers on it. "Do you like it ?" He demanded to his mom that was taking the necklace in her hands.

"It's beautiful, Jack." She affirmed with an smile, saying the truth as me too, I was finding the necklace very nice.

"How do you like it, miss ?" Jack moved to look at me, asking me the same question.

"I like it too, kid." I smiled at him, telling the whole truth to him before he turned around again.

"I'm gonna see what we're eating, mom." He told her before he got an kiss from her on his forehead and then, she let him go away to the direction I was coming from, an big smile on her face to see him.

"That's my little boy." She exclaimed, talking to herself before she looked away at the horizon. "If only his father could be an real one...." She whispered, now sounding sad.

"It must be hard." I commented about that situation she was facing and she nodded. "I'm not the expert here but I hope that you will be okay." I said, not knowing anything about that type of thing....been lonely in my life must have done something to me....

"There's better men than John here but he's his father." She told me as I was looking around, trying to spot the others but I could only see Javier & Arthur, still playing and by looking at it, Arthur was winning, seeing Javier not so happy. "And you ? You ever got someone ?" She asked me.

"No, never was." I responded, passing my hands through my face. "Been wandering all of my life alone." I added but before I could speak more, I was interrupted by someone making loud noises in the camp.

"The strew is ready, you can come eat now !" It was the voice of an man shouting but I couldn't recognize it at all.

"Must be Pierson." Abigail said as she got up from the tree trunk she was sitting on, giving me the name of the person who was yelling at everyone in camp. "It was nice to meet with you, miss Bell." She affirmed, nodding at me before she start to walk away, leaving me alone and going to where this 'Pierson' was yelling and me...I was quite surprised of all these talks I had went well....

But I guess that this day is far to be done !

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Car ride

Hello!!

This is for the sweet Nonnie who requested Amebela with the prompt number two, in cae anyone is curious HERE is the prompt list, feel free to request and I hope you like this. :)

Natalya hated the big parties her colleagues usually threw at least once per month and that her boss forced her to go in a desperate attempt to include her with the rest of her coworkers no matter how scary they obviously thought she was. The French man seemed to preach the theory that everyone deserved some love once in a while, even scary Belarusian women that were absolutely disgusted for the idea of going for a third party in the year.

This party’s object was to give a warm welcome to the firm’s new worker. Apparently he was a young man that was brother of the second in charge and wasn’t able to work before because he was ending a master degree; or at least that was what she was able to hear from her co-workers’ gossiping that could result useful from time to time. Natalya never had met the man or seen him, mostly because she had spent the last few days trying to solve a case about a company that contaminated a forest and she was almost certain that it was going in the direction she wanted.

When the same song was played for a third time she groaned loudly in pure exasperation and disappointment. She had nothing against the music that everybody listened, she just believed there was way more variety than listening about clinging one to the other in Spanish. She walked towards the bar wondering why she hasn’t done it sooner, then she watched her friend Elizabeta dancing drunkenly and realized why; She wasn’t a lightweight by any means but seeing how other people reacted to alcohol made her take a step away from most of liquors. Now she was too tired to even care so she ordered vodka,

-Isn’t that too heavy? - A voice asked to her right, she didn’t even turn to them as she grabbed the tiny glass that the bar tender handed her

-Aren’t you too nosy?- she asked as she took a sip –You should mind your own business before meddling into what I drink- she said as she finished her vodka and ordered a white Russian

-You’re right- he laughed –I’m sorry – the man apologized, he got closer to her while she checked her cell phone looking for any message that could avoid her the stranger’s attempt to talk to her

-Alfred Jones- he introduced himself, Natalya turned in his direction, he had sandy blond hair, blue eyes and he stood tall, not as tall as her brother but definitely taller than her, he took a sit next to her.-The hero- she buffed with annoyance, the last thing she needed at a party she didn’t want to be at was that someone tried to flirt with her, -What’s your name? - He asked noticing he wasn’t getting any answer from the woman

-Natalya- she stated simply, taking a sip from her glass,

-I’ll call you Nat, how does that sound?- he quickly said trying to sound friendly but it only sounded annoying in Natalya’s ears

-I just told you my name is Natalya- she responded, annoyance clear in her voice as she tried to get clear that she had no intention of befriending the boy, with her sister, Elizabeta, her brother, Emma and Toris was more than enough for the girl

-Yeah, but I’d like to call you Nat, or would you like Lya? - He raised an eyebrow leaving her the “wonderful” opportunity to choose her nickname

-Whatever- She muttered bitter, he smiled wider as he heard her response

-Nat’ll be then. What do you usually do in your free time?- he asked, Natalya let out a sigh wondering why wasn’t she leaving the boy alone.

-I practice self defense, I specialize in use of knives- usually when she said this most of the guys that tried to flirt with her left her alone. On the contrary, Alfred’s eyes seemed to shine bright after hearing those words

-That is so cool!- the answer shocked Natalya –I took shooting lessons when I was in college, but knives? That is a whole different level!- the admiration was evident in his voice provoking a small, almost invisible blush on the woman’s face.

-I love comic books, videogames, series…

-Who cares?- Natalya asked interrupting the blonde’s attempt to fill the silence, she put her platinum blonde hair behind her ear avoiding it would get into her drink.

-Hey! You interrupted me!- he argued, the tone of voice he used seemed childish to Natalya’s ears

-And you questioned the strength of my drink, now we’re even Jones- she remarked back, he raised a finger trying to find and argument against her, only to lower his finger down.

-Okay, fair enough- he nodded in agreement –How long have you been working here?-

-Since I graduated college, around two years maybe a little more- she answered, -How about you?. I don’t recall seeing you around- even if it was polite she immediately regretted asking him that, it would only leave an open bridge for conversation and what the woman wanted was to get rid of him in a passive aggressive way.

-That’s ‘cause I’m the new one, Arthur’s favorite twenty six years old brother- he declared proudly, Natalya scanned him up and down with her dark cold blue eyes,

-You?- She questioned incredulous, it was hard for her to believe that someone like him could have earned at position, let alone get a master’s degree.

-Yeap, - he nodded childishly 

-But you aren’t a Kirkland-

-Well, that’s because my father married his mother then me and my brother were born- Alfred explained-Do you have any family?-

-An older brother and sister-

-That’s amazing, I’ve never had any sister but my brother is going to get married soon so I think she’ll be like my sister, she already feels like a sister but now she will be one officially-

-Is mister Kirkland getting married?-No one had spoken about the grumpy British man getting married and Natalya was pretty sure it would be something that would sound between her coworkers. A loud laugh came out of Alfred making Natalya flinch a little at the sudden noise that seemed to sound above the music in the place.

-Sorry it’s just that it’s hard to picture anyone that tolerated Artie’s short temper. I meant my other brother, Mathew, he works as a pediatrician-Alfred clarified, Natalya most of the time felt admiration towards her boss now she could only feel pity at the idea that he had to grow up alongside someone like Alfred -What do your brothers do for a living? - The song changed to something with more rhythm as he asked, his feet started to tap alongside the music.

-My sister is a model- Alfred’s eyes widened at this, Natalya was certainly a pretty woman so that made him curious to know what her older sister looked like.

-And your brother?-The question almost took Natalya in surprise, it was weird that anyone took attention to her family members since she kept most of the details about them or how they grew up. She took a look on her cell phone noticing how it marked that it was twelve thirty AM

-If I told you, you would be dead before you could tell anyone else, -This seemed to put a silence note in the boy because he stared wide eyed at the platinum blonde haired girl working in a story about the mafia or secret agents in his mind. -So, great talk Jones but I have to leave – Natalya stood up from where she was sitting as Alfred followed her with his gaze

-Are you coming in car?-The curiosity was clear in Alfred’s voice as he started humming to a Halsey song that was starting to sound.

-No, I have my own feet and the last thing this city need it’s more pollution. - The shocked expression on Alfred’s face was evident as he heard Natalya’s response.

-You can’t go on your own, what if someone chases you?- Worry covered the American’s voice as he stood up following the young woman as she made her way through the dance floor, avoiding the people that were already obviously drunk.

-Trust me I’m perfectly capable of reaching my house on my own- Annoyance was clear in her voice, she was unable to understand why the man now next to her continued following her around like a puppy.

-But still, it’s too late for anyone to be alone in the street, someone could take all your money, what if there’s a serial killer-He continued trying to get her to listen to him by warning her about the dangers of going out alone in New York in the middle of the night

-Then I’ll stab him- The girl retorted back as she reached for the main door thinking that she would finally get rid of the blue eyed man and reach the commodity of her own home away from the party, the noise and the people.

-You could still be in danger, let me take you home, please- Alfred begged, putting puppy eyes at Natalya who couldn’t believe that he was trying to use that to convince her knowing they were both grown people.

-I can go on my own- Now the both of them were nearing walking in the street he stood close to her.

-I know, I’m not saying that you can’t I’m saying it’s too dangerous- He pleaded, in a desperate attempt to convince her to go on his car,

-Not for me- she followed with her eyes when he stopped near a gray car that appeared to be new. Natalya mentally face-palmed when she realized they were in front of his car.

-I know you’re scared but don’t worry! The hero will help this damsel in distress! - Alfred smiled wide from his car as he waited for Natalya to answer; she stopped her steps for a minute before staring at him.

-I am not a damsel in distress Jones- she alleged staring at him in a way that sent a chill down his spine before continuing her way

-I know that- he finally parked his car and went after her trying to stop her-I’ve been following your case, it’s an excellent claiming if you ask me,- he declared, the mention of her case made her stop before turning to him just to stare at him with curiosity.

-You’ve been following it? - she asked genuinely surprised, most of the people tended to call it a waste of time.

-Of course, I think you establish your case pretty well, I’m sure you’ll win- he assured winking an eye –Besides, it’s good to know there’s someone fighting in the nature’s side- she raised an eyebrow while he spoke, it sounded oddly similar to how her boss sounded when he was trying to flirt with another person.

-I’m sure I’ll win- she admitted not a hint of modesty in her voice–Then they’ll pay an enormous sum for every life they threatened-she menaced sending another chill down his spine.

-So, I’ll be the one to drive you home tonight in the grateful name of all the creatures your saving- he quickly offered changing the subject and opening hi car’s door for her to come in.-That is, obviously if you want to, if you don’t I will probably leave you alone- he said, she raised an eyebrow

-Probably?- she nagged, he nodded

-Yeah! This hero doesn’t let anyone go home alone, you can’t imagine how many people I’ve picked up- he said proudly, she couldn’t help but chuckle at this imaging the American carrying with some drunken man

-What else do you offer?- she wondered trying to play along in his game, the truth was, she would be thankful for a ride, she wasn’t used to wearing high heels that high and her feet were starting to hurt.

-This hero takes you home and you get home safely without any risk. If you end up hating me in the way I’ll leave you at your home and you never have to speak to me ever again, even if that would hurt my heroic heart, If you do like me you buy me food Monday at lunch- he showed his hand to her, she doubted a few seconds before accepting

-Deal- she agreed, she heard him letting out a loud cheer before getting in the car after she did.

 -So, where do I drop you? - asked Alfred as soon as he was in his seat, she adjusted the seatbelt

-Do you know the haunted building? - She pried, he stared at her gulping

-Y-y-y-yeah- he stuttered nervous, everyone knew that building, anyone that lived there left as soon as possible for all the noises that sent even the bravest home. Natalya made sure to sound as creepy as possible as she spoke

-I live two buildings at the right, the one that one has five floors- he let out a sigh of relieve grateful that she wasn’t a ghost that would offer him as a sacrifice in exchange of living again

-Scared, Jones? - She asked raising an eyebrow without taking her eyes from the front, a smirk crept its way to her face, and he blushed with embarrassment

-Of course not! - He lied -I’m a hero, I’m never scared!-

-As you say- she responded sarcastic, Alfred pouted  

After a few seconds in silence passed Alfred was having trouble finding a conversation topic that could fit the both of them because as soon as he suggested something to talk about, Natalya was fast to quiet him down and continue to stare at the buildings as they passed in front of them.

-Aren’t you scared of anything? - he asked in a desperate attempt to have something in common with her, after all everyone was scared of something.

-The black plague- she responded back earning provoking a chuckle that came from the American’s lips 

-You are scared of something that happened centuries ago? - he laughed off

-I was going to say Trump being president but thanks to this nation I’ve had overcome that fear- she snapped,

-Where are you from?- he wondered, Alfred wasn’t ignorant to her accent, it was just unfamiliar to his ears.

-Belarus-

-When did you move to America?- The place was familiar to Alfred’s ears, he remembered hearing something about it when he took geography in high school it was strange since he didn’t remember much about his geography classes other than a few countries’ names and locations and the woman was too old to eve care so she slept a lot during class.

-When I was sixteen,-Her answer was short and simple, it didn’t even made her take her eyes away from the road

-Why do you moved here? I mean, Belarus it’s pretty far- She raised an eyebrow at him taking her eyes from the buildings for a second and directing it towards the man

-Look at you, an American that knows geography, I see all those cookies from elementary school were worth it- He chuckled at her sarcasm and fake impression.

-Hey! Those cookies were great! Never mess with Miss Bonnefoy’s cookies- This time she chuckled at the passion that the American used to describe a snack he ate years ago.

-Sure thing Jones, that only means you haven’t tasted my family’s ancient recipe, they put that miss’ cookies in shame-

-How dare you?-It was clear that Alfred was pretending to be offended by Natalya’s words so she let out a heartfelt laugh picturing it was impossible for him to actually get angry at anything.

Somehow the talk about cookies kept expanding, he continued talking about desserts he used to have as a kid and she told him about some foods that were typical in Belarus. This made the boundaries she had settled for him tone down a little as the conversation started to go towards their personal interests and coworkers. She couldn’t help but laugh when he told her a story about how was growing up with Arthur and his other brother. It was almost marvelous for her that he took special care in covering every empty conversation space she left behind.

However, this made the journey feel even shorter than it would have been if the conversation hadn’t taken the turn it did. When they arrived the street was almost completely isolated excluding a couple kissing in the corner. At least the lamps did a good job illuminating the street.  Alfred had to ask Natalya to confirm that the place in front of them was her home; Natalya nodded as she opened the car’s door, he was about to say goodbye to her when she stopped and turned to him, one leg out of the car and a frown in her face as if she was facing an internal war with herself.

-Do you have a pen?- The seriousness that covered her face as she asked the question amazed him a bit, it was a simple question but she seemed to interpret it as if it was something of main importance.

-In the glove compartment- He answered after a few seconds observing her, she opened the glove compartment taking a pen out of it. She grabbed Alfred’s hand and started to write over the back of its palm. Once she finished he looked at it and then at her as a new hopeful smile spread across his face.

-Does this mean that I won?-

-Don’t push your luck Alfred; I could break your hand now if I wanted to- She retorted against his hopeful voice, annoyance in her voice, yet her face exhibited a small smile curving the tip of her lips

-But you don’t- Alfred nagged and she grunted in response as she exited the car and walked towards the building

-Goodbye- She said just loud enough so he could hear it.

-Goodbye Nat- The car’s engine sounded behind the cheerful man’s voice as he went to wherever he was supposed to go after that. He could return to the party for all that she knew.

As she pushed the elevator’s buttons to go to her floor Natalya cursed herself for enjoying the trip with the American, so in order to stay truth to her word she tried to keep in mind she would buy him a salad, believing firmly that Alfred needed to eat some healthy food.

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True Friends... || Emory & Elliot

Tagging → @wintersculpture Mentions of →  Sexual content & family. Time Frame → April 21, 2017 Location → Thai Restaurant  Notes → Emory is in the middle of something when Elliot calls to invite him out to dinner. The two end up deciding to go on a trip to visit Emory’s hometown.

Elliot was bored. And hungry. Mostly bored. No, actually, he was pretty hungry as well. So he really should go and get something to eat, but as he was trying to think what kind of food he wanted to eat he realised he didn't actually want to eat alone. He tried to think who might have time to eat with him at this odd hour, or whose company he actually would want right now. Then one name came on his mind and a smile spread on his lips. He picked up his phone, searched Emory's number and clicked the call button.

Emory glanced over at his phone on the night stand once it'd started ringing. He would have ignored it and kept letting the woman above him keep riding him, had he not seen the name on the screen. "Sorry, love," he muttered while holding her hip in place so she wouldn't fall while he leaned to grab his phone, "I've got to take this." A small smile has eased its way onto his face, which he was sure could be heard in his voice, "Hey, Pygmy. What's up?"

Elliot waited Emory to answer and he really hoped his friend wasn't busy with anything at the moment. Then he answered and Elliot started to smile. "Hey, Ry", he replied, "Are you busy at the moment?"

Emory chuckled as he glanced at the girl working her hips on his member. "Depends. What do you need?" He muffled a moan, the girl intentionally drew from him in an effort to get him off the phone. Emory gave her a sharp look in warning.

Elliot: Lucky for Emory, Elliot thought the other had just been napping or something and that the muffled sound was just a yawn or something. So he pretty much ignored it totally. "Well I am bored and thought of eating and since I don't feel like eating alone -- right now, that is -- I thought to give you a call. So are you interested?"

Emory bit back the smile he felt coming on, knowing that Elliot had thought of him. "You want to go out and eat, right now?" he questioned. Already trying to think of how he'd free himself from his current situation.

Elliot rolled his eyes at the question. "No, I want to go to eat nine hours from this." Then he huffed with slightly amused tone in his voice." Of course I want to eat now, I'm hungry right now. But if you are busy with something, I can go eat alone."

Emory "No," Emory interjected, not wanting Elliot to think he was blowing him off. "No, I'm not busy. We can go out n-" It was at that moment that his bed partner stopped grinding on him, realizing that Emory was planning on leaving. And from the look on her face, she was under the impression it was his girlfriend or something. "Not busy. What the fuck-" Emory spun the two around, effectively cutting off her rant. Holding a finger over her lips to make sure she'd stay quiet.

Elliot 's brow raised when he heard someone else's voice coming from Emory's phone. Em clearly wasn't alone. "Really, if you are doing something right now we can do this later. I really can just eat alone, nothing new with that." If Emory was doing something important, or doing anything in general, Elliot really could just head out alone to eat, it really wasn't any kind of problem.

Emory subconsciously shook his head. "Sorry. No, its fine. We were just finishing up here," the second half of his statement was both to Elliot and the girl. However, she felt she had the right to challenge that statement. "Finishing?! Your dick is still in my vagina! Are you really planning a date in the middle of fucking me?" her voice grew quieter as she spoke from the glare Emory gave her. "Hold on one second, Pygmy." Emory removed the phone from his ear, holding it to his chest to muffle the sound. "Last time I checked, I had no obligation to you. You agreed to have sex on my terms. Don't mistake the way I treat you for something more," with that he slipped out of the bed to start getting dressed. "Sorry about that. You still there?"

Elliot had to bat his eyes few times as he heard a woman's voice on the background again. Emory's words about finishing and the way the woman was talking it wasn't hard to put the puzzle pieces together to know what Elliot had interrupted. He had to facepalm at himself because of it. Then the sound got muffled on the phone but Elliot could still hear Emory's voice, he just didn't really be that sure over what the man was saying. But either way, Elliot already knew what his call had interrupted and he felt bad for the girl. It was his fault things had gone haywire and she didn't get the rest of the ride. Only because Elliot was hungry. Damn. When he heard Emory's voice better again Elliot took his hand away from his face. "Huh?"

Emory bit his bottom lip. "You heard that didn't you?" he hadn't exactly been nice to the girl, but he learned that lines had to be drawn when having sex with people you weren't committed to. He picked up his articles of clothing, walking into the bathroom with them

Elliot nodded, but then realised right after doing it that Emory couldn't see him nodding. "Yeah, heard part of it." Elliot wasn't sure should he mention anything about all the stuff he had heard, but hell, he had to mention it. "You know you could've dealt stuff over there before answering the call. Or like.. I dunno, actually say you are busy." He chuckled softly. "Did you seriously answer the phone in the middle of fucking?"

Emory was amused at how Elliot was pretty much berating him for how he handled the moment. Holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, he disposed of the condom. Not bothering to try and get himself to cum since he was already half soft at this point. "Yes. I did." He slid on his jeans. "Something more important came up."

Elliot couldn't help but laugh at the comment about something more important. "Was she that bad?"

Emory guffawed at the question. "No. She's good," he didn't bother elaborating on how. Especially not to Elliot. The sex was meaningless, unlike Elliot. And Emory didn't want himself painted in a bad light in Elliot's mind. Emory liked the man and cared for his opinion, aside from the fact that he would have been much happier fucking Elliot over the girl. He slipped his shirt over his head, "I don't care about her. I wish her well and all, but I just don't care."

Elliot shook his head at the answer. Sometimes Emory just made weird decisions. And he almost said that Emory should care about the girl, even a little bit, but then he remembered his own years when he had been hopping from bed to bed like no tomorrow. It really felt like a distant memory now.. Most likely because it was pretty much more than two years ago. Damn. "Okay. Hopefully you still did make her happy before I ruined it", he said with a bit of teasing in his voice.

Emory scoffed at Elliot's remark. "She already came twice. So you didn't ruin anything." He looked at himself in the mirror, washed his hands, then ran them through his hair a bit, so he didn't look like he had complete sex hair. "Where did you want to eat?"

Elliot laughed. "You dog." He shook his head again and in a way, for a short moment, he felt a bit sad that he hadn't had adventures like that in a really long time now. He knew how easy it could be and how easy it'd be to get, but he still wanted more than just someone to roll in the sheets with him. Damn you love for ruining meaningless sex. "I was thinking of Thai. But if you want something else, anything is fine, really."

Emory grinned, "Woof," leaning against the bathroom sink. He wanted a minute longer of talking to Elliot, but he also didn't want to still be on the phone when he came back out to the woman in his bed. "Thai's fine by me. What place?"

Elliot kinda felt bad for the girl even though Emory clearly didn't care much of the interruption and well, that things were left halfway. But since Emory didn't seem to be bothered by it Elliot probably shouldn't either. "Myuan Thai?" There really weren't many Thai food places in the city so picking one wasn't a hard task to do.

Emory noted how Elliot didn't play along with the dog bark, and knowing how it sounded he felt conflicted. "Got it. I'll be there in..." Emory opened the door and could see the girl hadn't left, "fifteen minutes." Emory awaited Elliot's confirmation while he reached for a wash cloth and wet in, before hanging up and stepping out of the bathroom.

Elliot kinda disappeared into his own thoughts for a bit and therefore it took a moment for him to even reply to the time, but then he finally said 'yeap' and closed the call. Should he just find someone from a bar or something? Someone he knew nothing about? Like in the old days? Would that make him feel better about himself and better about.. well, everything? Maybe he really should think about that. At some point. It was going to be a long thinking process and right now there wasn't time for such since he was supposed to be ready to eat in fifteen minutes. So time to check what he actually was wearing at the moment to know could he even go anywhere while wearing those and then the operation of getting to the restaurant.

Emory passed the wash cloth along to the girl in his bed so that she may clean herself up. He apologize for the abrupt ending to their evening, and promised to make it up to her next time. Emory walked her out to her car, then got into his own to drive to the Thai place. Upon his arrival he hadn't seen Elliot, so he checked with the hostess.

Elliot had to take Cindy Lou out for a quick walk before going to the restaurant, which actually caused him to be late from there. But once he got there he noticed Emory talking to the hostess and he walked to the man tapping his shoulder. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked with a grin and pointed at himself so the hostess would understand he was exactly the one Emory was most likely asking about.

Emory couldn't hold back the smile that eased its way upon his lips after once he turned around to see Elliot's face. "I'm not anymore," he replied as he gave Elliot a once over. The desire to call the blonde sexy and lean in for a kiss played in the back of his mind for a moment. Although he did fight those desires, Emory leaned in to give Elliot a brief hug to at least make the greeting at least somewhat more intimate. Turning his attention back to the hostess to indicate they were ready to be seated, "Ready for that table for two."

Elliot smiled at his friend and hugged him in return. If Emory would've kissed him he might have felt a bit weird considering he knew exactly what Emory had been doing just a moment ago. So maybe it was a good thing Emory didn't end up kissing him there. Elliot walked to the table where the hostess was taking them, sat down and took the menu from the woman with a thank you. "I'm not sure why I'm even looking at the list when I already know pretty surely what I want to eat."

Emory followed the two to the table and took his seat. Thanking the hostess as well before she departed. He smirked at Elliot's declaration as he persuade the menu. He turned his gaze back toward Elliot. "Want to order for me, then?"

Elliot raised his brow at Emory and then chuckled. "What, you want me to be your mom? Do you want me to chew your food as well?"

Emory rolled his eyes in good humor. "Are we birds?" He shook his head. "You said you know the menu so well..." he shrugged his shoulders as he turned his attention back to the menu. He hadn't the slightest idea what he was in the mood for. Just that he had worked up and appetite.

Elliot huffed a bit, but then smiled. "I said I know what I want, not that I know the menu by heart. I can't read minds so I don't know what you feel like eating right now." He poked Emory's leg with the tip of his shoe with a teasing grin on his lips, moved his leg back under his own chair and concentrated on reading the menu. Maybe he should change what he wanted today.. No, no, he'll go with the one he pretty much always ate. Elliot put the menu down and looked at Emory with a smile. "I'm going to take Tom Yum Goong. Did you decide yours yet?"

Emory spoke as he still observed his menu, "Well I could shed a little light-," he stopped speaking when Elliot nudged him with his foot. Not able to help himself from tittering at the action. He kept his gaze on Elliot until the male finally looked up at him. Watching Elliot had an effect on Emory that he hadn't been expecting. From the way his hair was styled to the shape of his square cut jaw with its blonde stubble, all sparked a small flame of desire that kindled the more aspects he observed. Emory was sure at least a hint of the lust he felt shown in his eyes. "I haven't the slightest idea what I want on this menu," he informed him. However, he knew what he wanted off the menu. The waitress chose to come asking if they would like drinks as well as if they were ready to order.

Elliot realised what his leg nudge could have meant and now he kinda felt a bit bad for doing that. The situation was complicated as it was already and now Elliot was making it even more complicated just because he didn't think of his actions. And he clearly could see from Emory's eyes what the nudge had caused. But Elliot wasn't going to let that ruin the evening right now, especially when the waitress came back to their table. Elliot flashed her a bright smile and offered his menu back to her. "I'll go with Tom Yum Goong, and ice water, please. And he'll take the same", he added and looked at Emory. "Unless you want to drink something else than water?" Since Emory said he didn't know what to order Elliot just decided from his behalf, like Emory had said earlier he should. But Elliot really wanted to food as soon as possible and if Emory really had no idea what to order then Elliot could do that as well. Probably Emory would like the food anyway. At least hopefully.

Emory cast his gaze upon the waitress, bestowing her with a friendly smile. Mentally preparing to tell her that he wasn't ready, but she was more than welcome to take Emory's order. However, he never got that far. When Elliot ordered for him, Emory was a little surprised. He nodded his head. "Nope, that's fine with me." He handed the waitress his menu, before looking back at Elliot. How his previous gaze had caused discomfort for Elliot had not gone unnoticed. So this time Emory made sure to school his features, a trick he learned long ago, not wanting to make things awkward. He cared for Elliot's friendship and hate it if he put the male off.

Elliot watched at Emory and eventually he raised his brow a bit. He didn't say a thing, just raised his brow. And then the other. And then he started to wiggle them and laughing afterwards. "Okay, okay. I said I'm not going to be  your mom and order for you, but I'm hungry and you would've been staring at the menu for the next fifteen minutes and my stomach can't take that long wait along with the wait to actually get the food."

Emory grinned at Elliot's attempt of being silly and lightening the moment. Joining the male in his laughter with a chortle of his own. "Its fine," Emory replied. And he really was fine with it. Elliot was correct about Emory taking his time. He would have looked over the menu in its entirety before he made a decision on what he wanted. "Although you could have just ordered before me. I wouldn't have mind if you started eating before I did." Emory crossed his arms, and leaned forward. "How was your day?"

Elliot "Eh, it would've been dull to eat alone", he commented and leaned his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm. "My day.. It was okay. Just work, really. And trying to teach few new tricks to Cindy Lou. She's not really getting the point of playing dead. I'm not sure is it actually a good thing or not." He chuckled. "But how was yours? Other than me clearly interrupting something fun."

Emory simply nodded his head at Elliot's preference to eat with someone else. Preferring such himself, he liked that the two had that in common. Listening intently at what Elliot had to say, Emory was definitely amused by Cindy Lou. He could imagine Elliot trying and failing to train the dog. Emory wondered if Elliot knew how much of a reflection his dog was of him. Shrugging his shoulders before he spoke, "The usual. Got up before the crack of dawn, ran for a bit, handled a few calls, worked out again, hit up a bar, etcetera etcetera. Nothing special."

Elliot 's brow raised as he listened Emory's explanation of his day. There was one thing that kinda outrun the other thing. "You do know that if you go to a bar to drink it doesn't really matter were you running earlier that day?"

Emory shook his head with a smirk on his face. He hadn't gone running to fend of the booze. In fact his reason for running had been far from it. He ran to fend of his demons. To quail his mind and ease the tension that built up in him in the few hours of sleep he managed to get. "I wasn't running for that. I just like running. I feel better after I run."

Elliot started to grin at the answer he got. "I know you like running, I was just teasing. Kinda." For a moment Elliot thought about going for a run with Emory, but then he started to think how he was in a shitty shape right now -- okay a lot better than a while ago but still so shitty -- that he wouldn't be able to run alongside of a soldier. Hell, Emory would probably ran by him multiple times, like Captain America always passed Wilson on their morning run. That'd totally be the case. So yeah, no morning runs until Elliot was in better shape.

Emory watched with amusement as Elliot thought of something. "Are you jealous?" he joked, "You could come running with me. Or you can ride a bike while I run." Emory was giving Elliot shit, since he remembered how the man wasn't really into exercising and how he had previously told Emory he was out of shape. Though Emory didn't much care what shape Elliot was in. Something about the man had caught his eye from the very first time he saw him, and now that he had started to get the know man that initial attraction had only grown.

Elliot stuck his tongue out at Emory's comment. Hell no he was going to ride a bike while Emory ran. Hell to the no. Even he had some sort of dignity in what he was doing. On some level. But riding a bike while a soldier run, that definitely was crossing the line. "We can go for a run at some point probably. Once I'm not in such a shit shape."

Emory threw his head back and laughed when Elliot stuck his tongue out at him. "You're not a fan of that idea. I thought for sure that was a winner," he continued to kid with Elliot. "But seriously, you don't have to come running with me if you don't want to. There's always something else we can do."

Elliot just shook his head at Emory's laughter. "Maybe you can find someone else to ride a bike while you run, but that surely ain't me." If he was going to go for a run with Emory then it surely would be running and not something else. "We could go for wallclimbing. Or bouldering since that's super IN nowadays."

Emory "If that's what you want to do, then I'm down with that. I actually went to a miniature golf place with a friend a few weeks ago that had a rock climbing wall," he glanced over Elliot's shoulder to see the waiter coming with their waters.

Elliot hummed at the thought of a minigolf. That could be fun too, he hadn't minigolfed in years. He probably had been doing the real golf as the latest thing, but minigolf surely was funnier. "We could go minigolfing too. Or bowling. Or something."

Emory bit back a smile as Elliot listed off the various activities they could partake in. The waiter set their waters down asking if they needing anything else while letter them know their orders would be out soon. "Naw, darling, we're fine," Emory replied with a polite grin on his face up towards her. He turned his gaze back towards Elliot. "Or we could do all of that?" he suggested.

Elliot smiled at the waitress as well as he thanked her, but his attention was quickly back on Emory. "Seriously?" he asked with slightly raised brows, but then a wide smile spread on his lips. "We definitely should. And do a lot of other stuff as well. Skydiving, bungee jumping.."

Emory nodded his head in affirmation to Elliot's question, even though he knew it to be more rhetorical than anything. Watching Elliot's excitement brought joy to Emory. He was happy to know that Elliot wanted to spend time with him. A small snigger escaped his lips as the blonde listed other things they could do. "You know I'm a certified diver?" he informed the other man, then added, "Have you ever been sky diving?"

Elliot raised his brows but then the puzzle pieces started to fit together again and he ended up chuckling. "I should've guessed that. With your profession and all." Weren't they certified in shit ton of things anyway because they had to be the best on earth, air and water? "I've done that couple of times. And bungee jumping too. Both are really fun. Oh and those huge cable courses where you are just hanging from harness and like fly through a forest or above it. Those are awesome too."

Emory nodded his head as Elliot's assumption was correct. Emory had knew quite a few things before he joined the army. His superior officer when he first joined had often joked that his parents had unintentionally raised him and Uriel to be soldiers, as they took to training easily and exceled. Though Emory had learned a lot more through his service. "I think the word you are searching for zip line," Emory offered up. "Although I'm pretty sure we have to go on a vacation somewhere to do any of those. Or well at least zip lining, since I don't think they have that here."

Elliot looked even more excited when Emory clearly understood what he meant. "Yes, exactly that! And yes to heading for a holiday as well. That'd be awesome. How easily can you take holidays or are there like some strict rules you have to be always available or something?"

Emory loved seeing Elliot's excitement. Every time the man smiled over something Emory did or said, it brought a sense of joy he hadn't felt in a while. "Um," Emory paused unsure how to answer Elliot's question. It wasn't common knowledge that he was stateside due to medical leave. In fact he was sure most of his friends assumed he was either on break from a tour, awaiting mission orders, or was just simply stationed in the area. Granted it wasn't like they knew a lot of about his job. "I can go on small trips right now. Though I can go on a longer one with permission. Not sure about a few months from now," he scratched the back of his head, as he thought about how his leave would be ending soon. And how he'd find out what was to be his fate in regards to the army. The uncertainty was something that was hard for Emory, and one of the reasons he avoided getting involved in a relationship.

Elliot really had been sure Emory was on a holiday of sorts for now and that he might be asked back to work any possible moment. Just one phone call and he'd disappear to save the world again. So he really hadn't even thought there might be some other reason for Emory being here instead of work. "Well you know my working hours so I can go anywhere whenever I feel like it, so let me know when you have time and we'll go."

Elliot glanced to his side noticing the waitress walking towards them with their foods. A bright smile came on his face and he moved few things around on the table to have more space for their foods. He waited patiently for both of the bowls to be on the table before thanking the waitress and then he waited for Emory to say his grace before he'd attack his food.

Emory "Yeah, sure." He looked towards where Elliot's gaze had diverted and smirked. Thinking he should have known their food was coming. He was fairly certain the man loved food more than he did. Emory watched as the soup bowl was placed in front of him. It looked enticing and smelled just the same. He quickly said his thanks to the waitress and his grace, as to not make Elliot wait any longer. The man was bursting with excitement, and Emory found it adorable and endearing. The brunette took a sip, not wanting to burn his mouth, "Mmmm. This is good. Nice choice."

Elliot looked happy as he watched Emory taking a taste and complimenting it. "It's pretty much the ultimate flavor of Thai kitchen. Like it has all the best parts in it", Elliot explained as he took a taste of his own food. "Shrimp, mushrooms, tomatoes, lemongrass, galangal, chilies, kaffir lime leaves, onions, herbs and some other things", he listed and ate some more with an extremely happy smile on his face. "But you know, what comes to the travel, we could even go right after this. I  always have a small bag packed so if I get a need to go somewhere for a weekend I just need to grab it and head to the airport."

Emory could taste all the things that Elliot listed as he continued to sip away at his meal. Observing how the man spoke from the inflection in his words to the way his body language presented. Emory paused mid bite as he heard Elliot say, what sounded a lot like the two of them could go to Thailand as soon as they finished dinner. Still holding the spoon just inches from his mouth, he shifted his eyes so that he could look at Elliot to see if the man was indeed serious. The brunette set his spoon down, giving Elliot a serious look before he spoke, “Are you seriously suggesting we go to Thailand tonight?” The suggestion reminded him of something Uriel would say and do. Emory could do spur of the moment, but he preferred planed. He preferred order.

Elliot continued eating but when Emory stopped so did Elliot as he looked up to his friend. "It doesn't have to be Thailand because there are zip lines and other awesome things." Yes, Elliot was serious that they could head to a small holiday in the next few hours. "We could just go to the airport and take tickets to whatever plane that leaves next."

Emory could tell Elliot meant everything he was saying. He wondered if this was something Elliot had been thinking about before, though he doubted it. "Is this you way of trying to monopolize my time?" he teased in an effort to buy time before responding yes or no. His weekend was free in terms of him not having any plans. Emory looked the male up and down. It'd only take a second for him to pack a bag. Since his go bag was work related. He weighed the pros and cons of a sudden trip out in his mind. Though one thought the brunette was particularly drawn to out of all of them was how a trip might help him to get to know Elliot better. "If you could choose where the next flight was going, what would it be?"

Elliot watched at Emory as the man clearly was thinking his options with Elliot's weird proposition. He knew many people weren't as free spirited as he was and others couldn't make decisions without thinking it through. But the question where Elliot would want to go... He didn't even know. He never thought that far. "Wherever the next plane would take me."

Emory looked down at his bowl, moving the food around with his spoon rather than eating it. "I guess..." he chuckled at his inability to come up with the words he wanted, before he looked but up at the man. "If you haven't guessed by now, spontenuity isn't my strong point," he informed Elliot. Deciding to just say what he honestly felt, since honesty was something he's good at. "I want to say yes, but it's very hard for me to. Do you mind if I think about it? At least until we finish eating?"

Elliot chuckled, once again and shrugged. "Take your time. I can go whenever I feel like, in most cases, so whenever you are ready let me know." Elliot really didn't mind that Emory wasn't as spontaneous as he was, he was actually rather used to the fact people were more reserved with their doings. But to Elliot life was too short to wait for right moments to do what you feel like doing on that second.

Emory mode his head in thanks for Elliot's understanding before looking back down at his food. "So I take it you travel often?" he questioned. He took a bite of his meal. Bringing his eyes back towards Elliot's.

Elliot shrugged a bit. "I guess so, yeah. Pretty much every time I feel like going somewhere I just go. You have only one life so why not to go with your impulses and do something fun when you feel like it."

Emory listened to what Elliot said, taking another bite of his food. He thought of how he enjoyed structure, and how practically everything he did was planned. In fact, even last minute things were still planned with him. Though he supposed the meal he was having now with Elliot was impulsive. That was one aspect where he acted on impulse, when the people he cared about called he'd always be there. This whole thought process went through his mind in a matter of a few seconds. "Well, I'm here, aren't I?" he replied with a smirk.

Elliot looked up to Emory from his food and slowly his brow raised. "Considering you rushed here after pulling your dick out of someone's pussy then yeah, that was kinda done in an impulse", he grinned a bit and then shook his head. "But you still have work to do with your not-so-planned-doings."

Emory 's smirk fell a smidge. Nothing super noticeable. More like a micro expression shift in his features. His intent in his comment had been on how he was here doing something he enjoyed, not to bring the circumstances of which he left to get here. He shrugged one shoulder in response to the former of Elliot's comment, only verbally replying to the latter. "Well that's what I have friends like you for. You can be all the impulsiveness I need."

Elliot tilted his head to the side and he just kept on smiling at his friend. "Yeah, well, luckily you have me so I can always give you the impulses to do something you didn't really plan. Or I'll just be the one who does stuff in your behalf."

Emory did his best to keep a straight face at Elliot's response, but he was unable to stifle his guffaw. He wasn't even sure if Elliot realized the sexual way in which his remark could have been taken. Especially when you considered how Elliot did give Emory impulses to do things he didn't plan. And on some instances those impulses were less sexual, but more intimate and sensations Emory hadn't felt in a while. "Yeah, you do that Elliot," he joked. Shaking his head, "So what would be your favorite place that you have been?"

Elliot often said things without thinking them true. Like he often said really sexual stuff without even meaning them like that and then afterwards he'd be laughing at those things once he'd realise what he had spoke about. But that was part of the fun -- being able to laugh at yourself for doing and saying idiotic stuff without realising it. "Favorite place?" he asked with a spoon in his mouth. He hummed softly as he tried to think what would be his ultimate favorite place. There were so many wonderful places Elliot had seen and naming just one was extremely hard. "I think one of the best ones is the glowworm caves at Waitomo, New Zealand. It's super beautiful place."

Emory grinned as he watched Elliot. His mother always saying it wasn't polite to speak with your mouth full or anything in your mouth in general resonating in the back of his mind. Though he found the action endearing on the blonde. Emory finished off what remained in his bowl, having eaten faster than he normally did. "I've never been to New Zealand. Although I have heard its beautiful. I'll have to add that to my list of places to visit some day."

Elliot often spoke with a spoon in his mouth -- for some odd reason. Especially if he was eating ice cream he flipped the spoon upside down when he put it in his mouth and talked even with the spoon pressed against his tongue. He was just a weird guy like that. "You really should see it, it's great." He ate few spoonfuls and looked at Emory again. "What's your favorite place you've been at?"

Emory nodded his head. He tilted his head to the side trying to think it through. "Hmmmm. My favorite place? Honestly?" He paused looking towayds Elliot. "Home. There's nothing like home. I've been to some great places, but I'd have to say home is my favorite."

Elliot was a bit surprised by Emory's answer, but as he thought of it the answer was actually rather obvious. "So by home you mean your place here at Hallow or do you mean the place where your parents live?"

Emory shook his head. "Neither," he laughed at his own response. "I mean my favorite place has always been wherever I've felt at home, which is usually wherever my family is. Which I guess is where my parents live. I mean Grinders Switch is amazing with my mom's cooking and the open fields and all." Emory looked at Elliot. "You should see it sometime."

Elliot listened and smiled at Emory. "Your home is where your heart is", he quoted the old saying as he started to think where he felt his home was at. Elliot wasn't sure. His mother's place didn't feel like home, Boston hadn't felt like home, neither had Denver, and he wasn't that sure about Hallow Grove either. But maybe his home would be somewhere eventually. "It'd be great to see it."

Emory smiled as Elliot quoted the cheesy saying to him. He couldn't deny it. It had Always been that way for him. Even when he was on tour. Although at that point his home felt split between his men and the people he loved back in the states. "We could go there if you want," Emory suggested that be there place to spend the weekend.

Elliot started to grin and wiggled his brows. "So what, you are planning it to be all 'meet the parents' situation, huh?"

Emory wasn't sure if he should laugh or be baffled. "No. Though I guess you would have to meet them if you went. I'm just saying I could show you if you wanted to see it."

Elliot laughed at Emory's expression, oh it would have been a great picture. Once he was grinning a bit less he nodded. "Sure, why not."

Emory waited until Elliot stopped laughing, smiling once the male agreed to go. "Yeah? Great," he looked up for the waitress. "I'll get the bill," he stated as he waived her over.

Elliot rushed to eat rest of his food before the waitress would come with the bill, although there wasn't even much food left, but Elliot still wanted to eat all of it before the bill was paid.

Emory gave Elliot a bemused expression. "You don't have to rush," he informed Elliot after asking the waitress for the bill. When she came back with it, he pulled out his wallet counting out a few bills to pay.

Elliot only lift his finger in the air as a comment since he wasn't going to stop eating now that he already began to do it in such speed. And he managed to empty it all into his stomach by the time the waitress came by their table. Elliot gave her a big smile and a thank you as he started to pile the plates into one pile to help the waitress out with her job.

Emory waited until the waitress took the plates from Elliot before he spoke, "So we goon' to Tennessee?" He placed the bills he pulled out of his wallet and set them down on the table with the bill. Then placed his wallet back in his pocket.

Elliot grinned widely and nodded. "Sure thing, if you are up to that. We can go right away, I'll just need to leave Cindy Lou Who to someone, unless we're gonna take her with us, but other than that I'm ready to go right away."

Emory stood up from his seat and laugh. "Yeah she can come with. I'm sure she'd love it. All the fields and what not." He return Elliot's grin, already looking forward to showing him where he grew up.

Elliot 's grin came even wider as he got up from the table. "Lets go then." This would be great for sure.

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