#went 4 dinner w my friend n it was ! mostly ok !

[battinson4ever]

no ones asked me a question in 45 minu--

#went 4 dinner w my friend n it was ! mostly ok ! #food was good ! thats all i have to say sjkfsjfkd #anyway i felt cute thats all that matters . #ok to rb #wot i look like ! #mutuals pls interact . djkfsjckdk

[mikrowrites]

•aaron tveit headcanons•

a/n: aight guys I’m not dead! i haven’t really had the time to write much, but aaron tveit lives in my heart rent free so here’s these dumb kinda specific really long headcanons:

so you both probably met pretty early into aaron’s career

it’s probably safe to say both of you would have the same if not similar careers, broadway and acting

and though aaron was lucky enough to get his big break, you had unfortunately not (yet) and had to wait tables for a couple years after college

(insert waitress/customer troupe here)

you worked at a restaurant close to the theatre district after undergrad and aaron was starring in Hairspray

the boy saw you and was w h i p p e d

would come to the restaurant like 4 days a week

kinda creeped you out ngl

finally got the balls to actually start a conversation and boom: instant friends

and you guys were friends for a while! dumbass and chaotic conversation was a YES

“did you know barcodes scan the white space and not the black lines”

“WAIT WHAT??”

“how many orders of fries would put me in the er?”

“uhhh... 30”

you first caught feelings when aaron invited you to see him as Fiyero in Wicked

was it his amazing talent and charm? or was it his tight pants? you’d never tell

but nevertheless, oh shit! the friends to lovers troupe!

aaron is a manly man™️ and will always say he asked you out first

which is somewhat true, but you always argue the dinner you took him to after that show was the first date

because that’s when you first kissed him

and just like that! he asks you out!

first date is literally a d r e a m

no romantic dinner, no dress and tux

there was wine tho

you and aaron watched a Yankees game and got drunk off your asses laughing and screaming at the tv and annoying aaron’s roommate

did it end with both of you passed out on his couch cuddling? maybe it did

best. first. date. ever.

the second date WAS a nicer one, going out to eat and wandering the streets of New York City

and yes, some dates were ABSOLUTELY a par 9 on a golf course

you didn’t really put a label on your relationship for a while

because aaron’s career began to take off with next to normal and you finally got your big break on a national tour!

it was pretty bittersweet, though

you and aaron had a healthy conversation about your relationship, and decided you weren’t quite dating yet, but still talking. you guys wanted to see if you could manage the whole “gone for months at a time” thing

and you could!

skype, texting, and random 1 am phone calls

one time you feel asleep during one of the calls, and aaron just smiled and watched you sleep (not in a creepy way guys)

when you came back from tour you’d think you had come home from war

he all but tackles you into a hug, and kisses you

“let’s make this work”

so lo and behold! you were dating!

takes you to meet his family on thanksgiving

they love you

attending the tonys together, which was basically the first time you two confirmed a relationship

he said “I love you” first

a couple years would go by, catch me if you can and such, and you make your broadway debut!!

you’re def a triple threat

aaron’s so gushy about it, constantly brags about you

rumor has it he cried watching the opening night, denies it every time

literally glued to you for the entire after party, he’s just seriously so proud and in love awwh

and then he books les miz and graceland

you’re unable to travel to London w him since you’re in your own show, and it hits both of you hard

so what does this mfer do?

it’s the morning he leaves for shooting and you’re dropping him off at the airport

“hey when i get back from filming wanna get married?”

“sure”

totally gave you a little prize machine plastic ring at the airport

you guys are literally SO NONCHALANT about it as everyone around you goes insane

“i’m engaged, i guess”

the internet blows up because they actually can’t figure out if you guys are serious or not

don’t worry, aaron actually proposed properly with a proper ring eventually

you still wear the plastic ring on a chain around your neck for a while tho

you both decide to get an apartment together

domestic couple things

Your neighbors probably hate you from the amount of times you both have “sing-offs”

slow dancing in the kitchen, laundry day, watching football games together gets aggressive

i firmly believe that you aren’t a Dallas Cowboys fan

the biggest fights you have honestly is about the NFL

in all seriousness there is still small conflict every once in a while, but you both are fantastic at communication

attending the oscars with aaron

“yeah but lOoK aT mY BeAuTiFuL FiAnCeE”

you’d be lying if watching the oscars performance didn’t turn you on a bit

but ANYWAYS

you guys get married!

it’s definitely not a huge fancy wedding, just friends and family

you know for a FACT he’d sing “marry me a little” at the reception he so would

you guys dance all night

it’s adorable, his hand literally never leaves yours

you end up with a sinus infection from all the cake frosting he smears on your face

aaron felt really bad for it, so like a good wife you hold it over him for eternity

“remember that time we missed our flight to Belize because we were in the ER-“

“OH MY GOD—“

went to Belize to honeymoon eventually anyways

aaron was very much like that one john mulaney sketch

“that’s my wife!”

“hey! have you met my wife yet?”

“i love my wife”

life goes on for you two, you remain hopping from broadway show to show

aaron ends up working on his acting career more

lots of time apart, but that just makes the time together more precious

adorable phone contact names

“wifey❤️” and “hubby❤️”

you were on set a lot for rehearsals of Grease Live

you actually helped assist in some of the choreography from time to time

impromptu golf cart rides

and you get to watch it live! like, you were AT the carnival on the set!

you’re just really proud of your mans :,)

family and friends keep pestering you both to have kids

so you adopt a dog (MILES BBY I LOVE YOU)

also as a side note, you love Braindead

you laughed HYSTERICALLY during the salami sex scene

aaron filmed it and posted it on twitter

fast forward, you get offered to help choreograph a new show! woah! and you’d get to swing for it!

it’s super top secret tho, and you literally cannot tell aaron

you do eventually relent the information that you’re working on a new show, and the man doesn’t pry. he’s respectful like that.

you meet the team, and boy you are IN LOVE

auditions are fun, creating the choreo is exhilarating

you don’t hear about casting much at all tho

so when aaron walks into the studio you both immediately freeze

“wait what the f—“

“I KNEW IT!”

yup. you both were working on Moulin Rouge! and had NO clue

you both share (1) braincell

the lab went great, and soon you were on your way to Boston!

you HATE aaron’s longer hair, mostly because he won’t let you mess with it >:(

he eventually relents, and you teach him the secrets of “the man bun™️”

you also braid it a lot

“ow!”

“stop being a pussy about it”

or

“your hair’s the money maker don’t make me shave it in your sleep”

performing with your husband is a dream

sneaking looks on stage

aaron calls your frustrated choreo-instruction voice “mom voice” and the rest of the cast picks up on it

“no, it’s 7, 8! Up on 3, down on 5, 6, spin 7,8!”

“ok, mom!”

“SHUT UP, AARON!”

then broadway!!

the ricky-aaron lives

you had to go on for nini one performance and ricky teased aaron ALL DAY

you were totally in on it too

but aaron isn’t really the jealous type. he knows you are so in love with him, the same way he is in love with you

so basically he knew it was all fun and games

shenanigans backstage

one time during intermission you convinced aaron to give you a piggyback ride the ENTIRE 15 MINUTES

“hey aaron nice backpack”

small talk between scenes

like aaron would be sprinting to his next cue and you’d just

“i’m ordering domino’s for dinner pepperoni or sausage?”

“PEPPERONI!”

you both drink too much iced coffee, like people are actually concerned for you both

neither of you are party-ers really, but you can GET DOWN

i am convinced aaron can cook

like if he’d have a day off, you’d come home from an evening performance with a cooked meal and two wine glasses

never candles tho

not after the valentine’s day incident

BUT TO SUM IT ALL UP

y’all are cute :,)

#aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine #aaron tveit imagines #aaron tveit headcanons #aaron kyle tveit x reader

[bubbashawn]

No Nothing

author: Lol I don’t know where this came from and also cheers to three days in a row of writing. Don’t expect this to become a thing anyways hope you like it. Am I just doing every trope ever? Yep and what about it 💓

synopsis: Shawn has always taunted you because you’re his best friend’s sister, but even Brian can tell it’s tearing you both apart.

warnings: Baby swears and all that but mostly just 2.5k of two people being stupid 😂

Carrots. You hated carrots, they were your favorite growing up and Shawn Mendes, the boy living down the street, ruined them for you.

“Hi carrots,” he would smirk down at you, “how’s it going?”

“Would you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm no, no can do, sorry carrots”

Brian had called you that when you were a baby and that was fine, but his imbecile best friend Shawn? No way. Your brother had met the Canadian boy in school and honestly it was shocking you didn’t know him already. Pickering wasn’t exactly a big city so most people knew each other, but Shawn and you didn’t meet until Brian and him were besties.

At first you didn’t mind Shawn, he was nice enough and got your brother to leave you alone. But once that nickname set in you were officially not okay with each other. And it wasn’t like you could just ignore him because he’d show up everywhere. At hockey practice Shawn would constantly be shooting pucks your way, shouting that fateful nickname.

“On your right, carrots!”

You despised him. Until you didn’t. Maybe it was the day when he jumped into the car when the Craigen family drove Shawn home from the rink, his cheeks flushed pink and a bright white smile on his face.

“Hi carrots”

You didn’t respond that day with a snarky comment, caught up in his honey colored eyes. He had noticed you were sure but he was lost in conversation with Brian long before he could comment on your dazed state. Or maybe it was the day during freshman year when your sophomore boyfriend dumped you for the senior (who ended up leaving for college 4 months later), Shawn had approached you like you were glass and his step might shake the ground so much you’d crack. He hugged you that day, no teasing or prodding, just holding you together.

“Hi carrots,” his hand ran along your spine, “you okay?”

You just hid your teary eyed frown in his shoulder. The two of you stood there until Brian pulled you both to the couch in the basement and started playing a Harry Potter marathon. Your brother didn’t normally let you in on ‘bro time’ but he knew Shawn wouldn’t leave your side, though the boy would never admit it.

After that day the two of you came to an agreement, settling on harmless taunts and yet Shawn wouldn’t give up the nickname.

“You’re still my carrots, always will be.”

Everything was decent and the two of you were comfortable in the new mutual friendship you’d built. Shawn had told you a month later he’d be leaving for tour. You were 13 and he was 15. Before he left the Mendes and Craigen Clans got together for a farewell dinner, everyone was shocked by the lack of bickering between you two, even more so when he ate your carrots and you ate his tomatoes. The alliance was working.

Shawn came and went through Pickering, just like your boyfriends, except they actually remembered you. Shawn hadn’t even tried to see you when he was home, not that you cared of course, but you did miss his laugh. And his smile and him and maybe even that terrible name.

-

You wouldn’t see the famous boy until your graduation, 5 years after his goodbye dinner. Maybe it was because he rarely was home or maybe it’s because he didn’t visit the Craigen home and more than likely it was because you would leave when Brian mentioned Shawn making an appearance. You don’t know why you did it, you just did.

Graduating was all you looked forward to in all honesty. You had your friends and you had hockey but you didn’t care for that anymore because you wanted to get out of Pickering. Nothing was going to stop you now that you’d be attending university in Australia, that had always been the plan and now you were about to make it happen.

You didn’t even notice the tall boy until you stood from your arranged seat to collect your diploma but his shout was louder than anyone else’s.

“Go carrots!” He smiled right at you.

Shawn was looking at you for the first time in half a decade and he was a new person. He had grown substantially and his dorky figure had filled out. Honestly you gave yourself props for crushing on him before he got hot. But damn you weren’t complaining. You wanted to stare at him and ask all your unanswered questions with your eyes locked with his, but your ticket out of Canada was far more important than your childish crush. So you stepped forward walking along the grass up to the podium and shook hands with the staff of your school before walking back to your seat.

“Carrots!” His stride was fast to keep up with you as you ran towards your friends, “you went and grew up on me.”

“Says you, rockstar,” a new found confident tilt in your voice, “you cannot be the same imbecile from my childhood.”

He smiled brightly, ‘rockstar’, his new nickname. He loved that you gave him a nickname. He felt so comfortable talking to you and he missed the banter you two had always shared. Shawn missed you.

“Rockstar? Huh, I like it,” he pulled you into his chest, like he did all those years ago, “I’ve missed you.”

“Don’t go all soft on me now, I’m already dealing with Brian.” You laughed.

“Hey! I’m being serious here, really I did miss you, carrots.”

“I missed you too.”

It all felt serene, just smiling at one another. That is until your aforementioned brother tugged harshly as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“My baby sister is all grown up!”

“Brian!”

“If you think you can steal her away to catch up, think again Mendes!” He shouted at his best friend.

He just watched them happily, his own hand placed on Aaliyah’s shoulder.

“This dork’s time is reserved for me and only me until 6:30 tomorrow morning.”

You just laughed again, trying to pry his sturdy hands away from you when he started tickling you. But Shawn was confused, no longer laughing with the siblings.

“Why 6:30?”

Brian tensed against you. He knew of Shawn’s crush on his baby sister and though he wasn’t happy at first, he knew Shawn wouldn’t hurt her and that was what he really cared about. That and you wouldn’t have anymore shitty boyfriends who’d never treat you right.

“I didn’t tell you?” Shawn’s face fell at Brian’s tone, “she leaves for Australia tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He choked on his words, “w-why so fast?”

“I want to grow accustomed to the new lifestyle and country itself before starting the spring semester.”

“O-oh” Shawn hated how his voice stuttered.

You felt his eyes on you the entire night up until you sent your teary farewells to your friends as they went home. You turned to say your final, most important goodbye of the night. But Shawn had already slipped through the door tucked in with the graduated hockey team. No hug. No smile. No nothing. Not even a “bye carrots”.

Shawn didn’t show up at the house the next morning nor when you hugged Aaliyah at the airport. Even Karen and Manny tearfully hugged you before you checked into security, but their son was nowhere to be seen.

-

Australia was everything you wanted and more. The beaches were to die for and the sun was tanning your skin well, not to mention you loved your school. Everything was perfect on all fronts but one. You hated how much Shawn’s dismissal bothered you. He didn’t know when he’d see you again but he brushed you off like you were some chip on his shoulder. You hate that it bothered you and you hate that he hurt you.

Shawn knew that he was an asshole before Aaliyah told him that you asked for him. His mom for God’s sake kept eyeing him like he was a hurt puppy and Shawn knew he looked like one too. Tour had started up again in Portland after your graduation and he was content with performing, it was his safe space. But he was just wanting to be in Australia with you.

“Hey Brian,” Shawn had to rush before his soundcheck because he wanted to know when you would get there.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Carrots is coming to the show, right?”

“She’s not sure,” he offered a short smile to Shawn, Brian blamed him for his sister’s reluctance, “she has a chem exam tomorrow.”

“O-oh, okay. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“Sure thing, now get out there, rockstar!”

Shawn froze and Brian knew he messed up. But the famous Canadian boy ran off after stumbling and started his soundcheck. He was a mess, so bad that Andrew called a break. He didn’t do that, not since the Handwritten tour.

“Shawn? What’s going on?”

He just sat there on one of the speakers off stage, dropping his head in his hands. Brian knew he had to do something because Shawn wouldn’t be able to pull it together without his baby sister pushing him along. Shawn just watched his friend walk off to the side, phone pressed to his ear.

“Y/N?”

-

You had no intention of driving the long 3 hours to Shawn’s arena. You had a hot cup of tea, your roommate thought it was gross saying “it’s so hot out though,” and the Harry Potter disk was calling your name. But Brian called and said Shawn needed you and that made the drive feel far longer than ever before.

Arriving at the Qudos Bank Arena 15 minutes before the concert was not the plan, but you hadn’t put into account the countless fans pushing and shoving their way past you. When you finally reached the side door your hair was disheveled, your strap had fallen down your shoulder, and your cheeks were flushed the same way Shawn’s always were.

“Hi,” you smiled at the security guard, “I’m Brian Craigen’s sister and I need to get through.”

He just laughed and turned away. Well, okay then. You stepped away from the door and called your big brother.

“Brian?”

“Y/N? Are you here yet? Kind of in desperate need.”

“Yeah, I am but security won’t let me in. I’m at door,” you looked around, “5A, I think.”

“Ok, I’m coming with Andrew. Give your phone to the guard, would you?”

The two men on the phone had a short conversation ending with the security guy apologizing profusely and opening the gate so you could slip into the venue. You didn’t know where to go but soon that anxiety settled when your clumsy brother ran right into you.

“Brian! Ow!”

“Sorry! Okay, so I’m taking you through to Shawn’s room,” he looked down at you, “yeah?”

“O-okay.”

-

Shawn’s dressing room was a disaster, you knew he wasn’t neat but this was on a whole new level. His wardrobe was thrown around and you sent a sympathetic glance towards Tiffany, his stylist, before finally glancing down at Shawn. He was curled over his legs on the couch, fingers pulling at the poor worn out curls. He looked like a disaster and your heart ached a little at the sight.

“Rockstar?”

His eyes whipped up and he froze as he took you in all the way from those stupid converse you refused to let go of, thought they were 2 sizes too small, all the way up to your signature red hair.

“C-carrots?”

Before you knew it, Shawn had jumped from his position and folded himself against you and your memory again flashed back to freshman year. You were enveloped in everything distinctly Shawn. His smell and his curls that tickled you. The tapping of his fingers against your spine. This was your Shawn, not that boy who failed to say goodbye 5 months ago.

“Hi bud, how are you doing?” You whispered in his shoulder.

“Better now, thanks.”

“I’m still a little mad at you,” he tensed up, pulling you impossibly closer, “no goodbye, no hug, no nothing, Shawn.”

“I’m sorry, carrots.”

The two of you crashed onto his couch in his previous spot but a different position. Shawn was almost at ease, neither of you mentioned the hand with that swallow tattoo still resting on your hip. He just looked at you and you looked at him. This was good.

“What’s going on?”

“What?” He seemed startled by your sudden question.

“Why did Brian think that it was important for me to be here? Why am I here, Shawn?”

He pouted and he just wanted to hold you but Shawn knew that you deserved an explanation for why he’s been so confusing.

“I can’t think straight without you around,” you went to interrupt but he cut you off, “let me say this and then you can go home if you really want to. Most of the tour I was fine with you not being there but when I knew you could be here and you chose not to? I don’t know, i-it threw everything off. And Brian would kill me for saying this but, carrots you drive me crazy. I mean you always have but I don’t know it’s different now. I always liked you, always, and Brian didn’t like the idea of me anywhere near you so I just deflected you. That’s why I started picking on you, calling you carrots. I just knew I couldn’t like you. But I really do, Y/N, I just can’t let you be mad at me.”

He looked at you, your face shocked and that’s when Shawn started to backpedal.

“Hey, relax okay? Nothing has to change your still my best friend’s annoying little sister. Nothing will be different,” Shawn pauses, “if you don’t want it too. I mean you don’t have to like me or anything just because I really li-”

You cut him off and you don’t care how cliche it is but everything fell into place. His lips were soft, not that you had thought they wouldn’t be. Shawn was so shocked he didn’t move until you pulled away, mumbling a short “sorry.” And the. He placed his lips against yours, finally, his hand cupped your jaw and everything was different between you two.

“Hey,” you pulled away slightly, your nose still pressed to his, “you didn’t call me carrots.”

Brian barged in right as Shawn was about to speak.

“Okay, I’m trying to be a ‘cool’ brother or whatever but no tongue when I’m around, deal?”

“Deal,” Shawn’s eyes still focused on you, “definitely a deal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shawn you need to be on stage like now.” And with that Brian left.

“Come to the side stage?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” And you wouldn’t because Shawn was smiling at you like you were his world and maybe you were.

“Hey carrots?” He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the door, “I really like you.”

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[taeken-my-heart]

Read Between the Lines

Summary: Solving cases was what you’d signed up to do, but solving them with your academy crush turned partner was not on the agenda. 

Pairing: Yoongix Reader 

Genre: Detective!Yoongi x Detective!Reader. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, illusions to smut but nothing graphic.

Rating:PG15

Word Count: 18043

Warnings: TW:Death mention TW:Crime mention TW:Prostitution mention TW:Attempted Murder mention TW:Drug Addiction Mention. Nothing is described in great detail, but Yoongi and YN are detectives and this is typical of their line of work so there will be mention and talk of cases to do with these topics. I did research but I’m sure I still got details wrong, haha. This is all just for entertainment purposes. 

YN is ethnically Greek but I’ve made an effort to not describe anything about her so she can still be reader insert. I thought about naming her, but decided it might be fun just to read as a reader insert instead. 

**

You were craving Greek food, something with a lot of Kalamata olives. And feta; lots of feta. Maybe you were just craving salt. Your stomach grumbled as you stepped from the squad car, adjusting your belt and locking the door. 

The interior of Mykonos diner was a bit grungy; run down with age and frequent foot traffic, mostly yours and your partners. Blue and white mimicking the streets of Santorini and heavy with 50 years’ worth of grime, but it was your favorite spot to go. It was family owned, after all.

Scanning the heads of the patrons, you spot Yoongi’s mop of dark hair in the corner booth, his neck stretched long as he craned over his paper work; oblivious to your entry. You made your way towards him, rounding the other side of the booth and sliding into the seat opposite him. He spares you a glance and a grunt as a greeting before returning to whatever he’s writing. 

You scrunch your nose at the top of his head before glancing over at the kitchen where your aunt is working, back bent with years of effort. “You want your usual, anipsiá?” She calls and you smile, nodding.

“Thank you, theía!” Your gaze returns back to the restaurant. It wasn’t lunch yet so there weren’t very many people, but there was an old couple sitting in the center of the room at the old rickety table you’d run into when you were five while playing a heated game of tag with your cousins. They didn’t seem to mind the wobbly leg as they linked fingers across the table over Moussaka and some Dolmadakia.

Yoongi huffed in frustration, bringing your eyes back to him as he straightened in his seat, hand running down his face. He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes from late nights and too much caffeine. His eyes drooped from exhaustion as he turned his gaze to yours, scratching at the light stubble on his chin.

“I just can’t figure it out.” He grumbled, reaching for his mug; presumably coffee, taking a long sip and smacking his lips together in satisfaction.

“Take a break,” you reprimanded. “You need a clear head before you can go back to it.” Yoongi looked like he wanted to argue, but he stopped himself, lips pursed. “Have you ordered?”

He shook his head, nodding down at his mug, “Just this. I was waiting for you.”

“How chivalrous.” You smirked and he chuckled.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself; I was distracted.” He flagged down your uncle to order keftedes with a side of fries.

“And two waters please, theíos. Light on the ice.” Yoongi gave you a look after your uncle had left and you shrugged.

“You don’t run on coffee, Yoongi, you need water too.”

“Coffee is made from water.” He grumbled.

“Ok, surly, so where are you on the house renovations?” You asked, slipping further into your seat and adjusting your holster; it was digging into your gut.

“It’s gonna be a while yet, but the walls are up now.” He shrugged.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me?” You asked, “You’re gonna spend all your money on that hotel and I’ve got that extra bedroom. For free, Yoongi.”

“It’s cute that you want to spend all your time with me.” He smirked at you over the rim of his mug and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m thinking of your bank account.” You chuckled.

The bell at the door rang as another patron entered and you watched as she took the booth closest to the door before diverting your attention back to Yoongi. “Why can’t we find anything, Y/N?” He sulked and you sighed.

“It’s a cold case, Yoongi. It went cold for a reason. Don’t be so hard on yourself, we’re doing the best we can. We just need to look at it from a new angle.”

“They’ve been waiting for 10 years for answers, don’t you think they deserve our effort?” He grumbled and you frowned.

“Of course, but obsessing over it is clearly not helping. Take a step back and a deep breath. We’ll figure it out.”

“Every new lead always dries up or ends up being nothing. How can you stay so positive?”

“I’m as frustrated as you are, but we’ve worked on harder cases than this. We’ve got this.”

“Here you go. Do you want some portokalada, anipsiá?” Your uncle asked, sliding your plates onto the table and turning his gaze to you.

“No thank you, water is fine for me today.”

“When are you going to bring a man around to meet us? Your mama and theía want to know.”

You sighed, slumping further in your seat, “I bring a man around here all the time.” You grin, motioning at Yoongi who looked at you darkly and your uncle laughed.

“Yoongi doesn’t count. Unless he’s going to give you babies, he’s not important. No offence meant.” Your uncle said, inclining his head towards Yoongi who nodded.

“None taken.” Yoongi replied, taking a bite of one of his fries.

As if Yoongi needed to hear your uncle talk about the possibility of impregnating you. Mortification was a constant friend of yours in the presence of your family. “OK, thank you. We’ll talk about this later during family dinner.”

Your uncle chuckled, sauntering back to the kitchen and you glanced over at Yoongi, teeth gritting in discomfort. He was too concentrated on his food to notice your frown so you sighed, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of your own food.

“You don’t have to make it weird.” Yoongi said suddenly, and you looked up at him. He was still staring down at his food, forking it into his mouth as though he hadn’t spoken.

“My uncle made it weird, not me.” You replied nonchalantly and he shrugged.

“Semantics.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you love the idea of making me an honest woman.”

“It’s not the worst thing I could imagine.” He smirked. “Right up there with taming a bear; could be exciting.”

You laughed, kicking at his ankle under the table. “You’re an ass.”

After you’d both finished your lunch, you said goodbye to your family, walking out the door, Yoongi trailing behind you and walking to the passenger seat of your car. He radioed in a 10-8 as you started the car, pulling from the parking space and turning the car in the direction of the station.

“We’ve got a 10-35 at 387 W Simons St. Nearest officer, please respond.” Your radio crackled to life and Yoongi reached for his own, pressing the button on the side to talk.

“This is 96, we’re just a couple blocks away.”

“10-4, 96. Be advised this is a 10-33.”

“Copy that.”

You flipped on your lights and siren, driving in the direction of the address as it was listed back to you, stomach flipping uncomfortably.

“96, please be advised the suspect is not yet in custody.”

“10-4.” Yoongi replied.

Pulling into the apartment complex, you parked and stepped from the car, glancing up at the building in front of you. It was in a row of other apartment blocks, similar in color and worn with age. You followed Yoongi up the stairs to apartment C3, stepping into the living room through the open door. There were already a few officers and the forensics team strewn about the room, taking pictures or searching for evidence and you took a preemptive glance around the room for any information you’d need to remember.

“What’s the situation?” Yoongi asked, turning to one of the other officers, a older man from your unit who was taller and stockier than your partner.

He sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Woman in her early 20’s, beaten and left to die. Her mother found her when she was bringing the woman’s daughter back home from breakfast. She’s been transferred to the hospital in critical condition. Her mother is in the little girl’s bedroom with her currently. We suspect it was the child’s father and are searching for him.”

“Is there a reason for suspecting the father?” You asked as Yoongi surveyed the room, watching one of the officers search through drawers.

“There have been reports of domestic abuse in the past and he left a few threatening messages on her phone the last few days. The captain wants the two of you to man this case so you’d better do your interviews and take a look around while you’re here.”

You nodded before walking back to where Officer Tony pointed and knocking on the door to the furthest right, the white paint chipping in the corners. An officer opened from the inside and you stepped through, looking down at a woman, no older than 55 holding a little girl in her lap whose eyes were wide and blood shot as you stepped forward.

“Hello,” you smiled gently, going to kneel down in front of the both of them. “My name is Officer Y/N, I’m here to help your family.”

The woman looked down at you, her own smile strained and you could see her efforts not to cry in front of her grandchild.

“I know you’ve already given a statement, but I will be personally working on this case and I want to hear from you what you saw so I can do my absolute best.”

“Well,” the woman started, voice shaky, “I took my granddaughter last night while my daughter was at work. She’s a single mother and works two jobs, one of which is at a bar that’s opened late so I kept her overnight and took her out for breakfast this morning. I called around 11 when I hadn’t heard from her, but she didn’t answer her phone so we drove over to check on her and found her in the living room.”

You nodded, reaching to touch her hand and she released a shuddery breath. “I told Cora to go wait in her bedroom as soon as I saw her laying there. She was badly beaten, but I could see she was still breathing. I called 911 right away and waited with her until the paramedics got here.”

“Has anything strange happened over the last few days? Anything in the last 24 hours?”

The woman shook her head, a few grey hairs slipping from the elastic of her hair tie. “Nothing that would have caused me alarm. She got into a fight with her ex a few days ago, but that’s not unusual so it didn’t raise any red flags.”

“Was anything out of place when you entered the apartment?” You asked, switching your gaze between the woman and the child, the latter of whom was still staring distantly at the wall.

“Nothing that I noticed, but honestly I didn’t look the way I should have. I was too consumed with sheltering Cora and trying to make sure my daughter was OK.”

“Thank you so much for your cooperation.” You breathed, “I will do everything I can to help your family.”

“Thank you, detective.”

You returned to the living room; shoulders heavy in thought. There wasn’t a lot that seemed to be out of place, an overturned coffee table with what appeared to be coffee stained into the carpet from a dropped ceramic mug. There was some blood, but thankfully not a lot and you grimaced.

Yoongi was across the room talking with one of the other officers from your precinct and you scanned the room for anything that could have been missed in the initial search of the room. The apartment was a little older and run down, much like the complex, but it was clear that it was loved and well lived in. Toys were scattered in a corner of the room, a Roomba lodged by the small entertainment center.

The main living space was small, with mismatched drapery and furniture that looked like it had been loved by more than a few owners, but it had its charms and you smiled despite yourself. You really hoped the doctors were good so they could get this young mom back home soon. You’d work yourself to the bone if need be, as long as the person responsible was behind bars, that’s all that was driving you right now.

When evening came, you made your way drowsily to your car, heading out onto the road and into the evening traffic. You’d worked a 16-hour work day today and would likely have another tomorrow, you needed to eat and take a long bubble bath before making your way into bed for an early night.

Typically, you were more interested in showers. A bath took too long and the thought of sitting in your own dirty water was unappealing to you, but seeing as you didn’t have a masseuse at your disposal, this was as good as it would get. You’d just rinse off the dirt and grime of the day before actually running the bath water.

Once you’d returned home, locking your door behind you, you deposited your keys and bag by the door, twisting your neck in circles and making your way to your bedroom, removing your gun from its holster and setting it on your bedside table.

You decided on a bath first. The idea of ordering takeout and watching one episode of something mind numbing before bed was sublimely appealing so you stripped down, dropping everything into your hamper and made your way to turn on the shower.

After rinsing off, you grabbed a bath bomb from the bowl sitting on the back of your toilet and stopped the tub tight, allowing the hot water to fill a little before dropping the ball into the water and sliding your aching limbs in, watching what was essentially strawberry shortcake scented baking soda fizz into the water.

You’d worked as a police detective for 4 years now and you’d often heard that eventually you’d master the ability to switch off your mind at the end of a shift, but the skill still proved elusive as you soaked your aching bones, thinking about that sweet little girl who’s mommy wouldn’t be returning home to her tonight.

Honestly, the cases involving children were the worst part of your job. Your line of work was filled with misery and crappy outcomes more often than not, and in a high paced, high stress profession where a split second of indecision could cost a life, sometimes you wondered if it would only do harm to allow yourself to get so invested. Feelings were a tricky thing and you often allowed yours to run you; like a fool. Your mother often told you, you were too soft. Greek women were meant to be strong and passionate, and while you were definitely passionate, your mother had a hard time seeing that softness and strength could be one in the same.

You sighed, sticking a toe out of the water and playing with the handle above the spout. Tomorrow night you were expected over at your parent’s house for family dinner and you already felt exhausted from it. Your family meant well, but they always asked you when you’d be bringing a man home and honestly, aside from Yoongi, you really didn’t have time to meet a man.

A 16-hour work day was not out of the ordinary in your profession and in fact, more often than not, that was the norm. You’d gone on an odd blind date or two, mostly set up by your mother, a couple of weak introductions to a friend of a friend, but nothing had ever really amounted to anything.

Either you were too busy, they were, or there was just no spark. Granted, sometimes a spark built up over time, but unfortunately you had neither the time nor the inclination to pursue that sort of thing. Not right now, at least. You were still young. Besides, any free time you did have was spent in the isles of the grocery store. Life was so exciting.

After drying off and pulling on a pair of fuzzy pajamas, you walked back into the living room, sitting down in the plush seating of your far too expensive (but well worth it) couch and pulling up some takeout on your phone, flipping through your options before ordering something you knew would get to you quickly and taste decent.

Dropping your phone beside you, you flipped on the TV, pulling up some Hulu and scanning the different shows you could watch. You were feeling a bit depressed after today so you wanted to find something lighthearted.

A knock on your door startled you and you frowned. There was no way the food was here that quickly. They’d promised fast delivery, but 5 minutes was virtually impossible. Standing sluggishly, you made your way towards the door, peaking through the peep hole and chuckling.

You unlocked the door and pulled it open with a quick tug. “What are you doing here?”

Yoongi looked about as tired as you felt, suitcase beside him, hand resting on the handle bar as he surveyed you. “I was just in the area…” he remarked sarcastically and you chuckled. “The sprinklers in the hotel went off so they refunded me but now I need a place to stay. Your offer still standing?”

“Of course.” You nodded, standing back as he trudged passed you, shoes squelching with water. “Did you manage to save any of your belongings from the sprinklers?”

You led him to the door across from yours, pushing it open and flicking on the light. You watched as he sighed, walking over to the bed and kicking off his shoes. He sat down on the edge of the bed, lifting one foot to peel an unfortunately soggy sock from where it clung. 

“I managed to save most of it, thankfully. My stuff was packed in my suitcase,” he rapped his knuckles along the hard shell of his case to showcase, “it was just me that got soaked.”

“Did you need to take a shower to warm up?” You asked, watching as he stood up and pulled the mildly damp sweater over his head

“That would be great,” he nodded, glancing over at you.

“OK, well, you know where all the stuff is. I just ordered take out and you’re lucky I ordered with my eyes and not my brain; there will be plenty to share.” You grinned and he chuckled under his breath. 

“Cool, I’ll meet you in the living room in 20, then.”

**

By the time the food had arrived, Yoongi was freshly showered and dressed in his pajamas, all dark to match the scowl on his face. “I smell like a gardening center.” He gripped, coming to sit beside you and taking the box of Chinese takeout you handed him. 

“I like floral scents, Yoongi. Sue me.”

“Thanks again for letting me stay. I can pay you, if you need.” He said around a mouthful of orange chicken. 

You scoffed, pushing a piece a broccoli around with your chopsticks, “You already know what I’m going to say. I told you, you could stay as long as you need, free of charge. It’s really not a big deal, Min. We work at the same place anyway so less greenhouse emissions or whatever.”

“You’re wanting to carpool?” He asked, glancing at you and you shrugged. “It makes sense, don’t you think? Partners at work, staying in the same place. We can save on gas money.”

Yoongi took a sip of his drink, staring off at the TV in thought. “I take the subway to work, actually. I’ll pay for gas, though. That can be my way of paying you.”

You chuckled, taking a bite of a dumpling. “I won’t argue with you on that one.” 

You grabbed the remote, stirring the TV back to life. “I was gonna watch an episode and then hit the sack. You’re welcome to stay up after and watch whatever you want, just keep the volume low.”

Yoongi nodded, shoveling fried rice into his mouth and you started the TV show, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and snuggling deeper into your couch, blanket spread across your legs to keep you cozy. 

You were actually kind of glad the sprinklers had rained Yoongi out of his hotel room. Not that you would wish material damage on the business or soggy clothes on your partner, but it was nice to have the company of your friend in a place that was normally quiet and a little lonely. 

After you’d finished your food, you cleaned up the leftovers, sticking them in the fridge and throwing away the trash. Yoongi was still lounging in front of the television, eyes zoned out on bright colors and munching on a dumpling.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed.” You called and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Thanks again, Y/N. I’m gonna watch a little bit more but I’ll make sure the volume is low.”

You nodded, heading for your bedroom before turning at the door. “By the way, I generally leave the house around 7:30 to try and avoid some traffic. If you want a ride, you’ll need to be ready to go by then.”

“Cool.” He said, digging around in a box of vegetables with his chop sticks. “See you in the morning.”

After brushing your teeth and climbing into bed, you switched off your bedside lamp, pulling the blankets up to your nose. Knowing Yoongi was just beyond the door left you with a fluttering in your stomach and you sighed. 

You’d known Yoongi for years now. A rookie in the police academy the same time as you. You hadn’t known him well at the time, but you’d spoken to him enough to have a school girl crush on him that still had yet to fully fade. When you’d graduated from the academy and gone to work as a police officer, the two of you had worked in different parts of the city and you hadn’t seen him for years until you’d been promoted to detective and moved to a new precinct where you and Yoongi were assigned as partners. 

In a large agency with over 100 detectives, the chances of being partnered with your academy crush were slim. At first, you’d been terrified and thought about talking to the chief about being assigned a new partner; you weren’t sure you could stay on task if his face was always around distracting you. You knew the likelihood of being switched was almost zero, though. Besides, at first, he was an absolute asshole so that crush mostly faded over time until you finally got to know him better.

He’d become a little hardened by the nature of your work, been working as a beat cop longer than he cared to admit until finally working his way up the food chain to where he was now. The problem with Yoongi was that he cared too much, wanted to help so badly that when he couldn’t, when night after night he’d come across the bodies of the victim’s he couldn’t help, talked to the women he couldn’t protect, well…it took its toll. 

It’s not like he’d ever been a sunny optimist, his disposition in general was a little quiet and reserved, but he’d certainly been more willing to hope for positive outcomes back then. You knew he still loved his work, still believed people were worth fighting for, but the world was ugly and he’d seen too much of it to remain innocent. It had taken a while to scratch past that surface of cynicism to find the gentle hearted man you remembered from the academy. 

Once you’d found him, he’d melted like butter in your hands, opening up and not only reigniting that young woman’s crush, but becoming one of your dearest friends. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in this line of work; you needed his attention to detail and his ability to push through hard things. He’d become worn with the grief, but it had only pushed him to work harder, do better, even if it had taken some of his idealism away.

****

The buzzer to the coffee pot was loud, hissing with life and you ran from your room, fastening one earring to your ear as you ripped the pot out and glanced towards the room where Yoongi was sleeping. You assumed he was up by now, though you couldn’t be sure. You hadn’t heard the shower turn on after you, but you had been listening to music so perhaps you’d missed it. 

Grabbing a mug from a shelf above the sink, you placed it on the counter and began to pour yourself a cup. Today was going to be a long day, calling people in to get some interviews and maybe compile more evidence. The mother of your beating victim had indicated that it may have been the boyfriend and the recordings you’d taken from the victims answering machine seemed like a good confirmation that was true, but you were a big believer in innocent until proven guilty and you needed more evidence than hearsay. 

“How many spoons of sugar have you put in there?” Yoongi gagged from behind you and you jumped, turning to look at him over your shoulder. 

“What?”

He pointed to your mug, your hand gripping a spoonful of sugar over the top and you blinked. “Oh…um, I don’t know, actually. I wasn’t paying attention.” You lifted your cup to your mouth to sip, lips puckering briefly. “Oh, apparently a lot. Oh well. Did you want cream?” 

You stepped in front of the fridge, pulling out a small carton of creamer and walking back to your own cup, pouring liberally before holding it out to him.

He shook his head, grabbing another mug and pouring until the coffee had nearly met the rim. “You know I like my coffee black.”

“Yeah, but what I don’t know is why.”

He shrugged, taking a large gulp of his drink and sighing happily. “Because it’s delicious.”

“Agree to disagree.” You nodded, walking towards the toaster and grabbing some bread. “Did you want something to eat? I normally grab something more substantial on the way in, but I’m hungry right now and need something to tide me over.”

“Sure, I’ll take a piece of toast.” You grabbed two slices, dropping them into the toaster and pushing the lever down. 

“Butter? Jam?”

“Just butter.” He hummed over the top of his cup, taking a seat at the table and you nodded, bringing the crock over to the kitchen table for him. “Thanks again for letting me stay. I really feel guilty about not paying you, though. What if-”

“Yoongi, if you even try to slip me a few coins I’ll chop your hands off. Seriously, no payment necessary. I’m happy to help. Besides, we already agreed on gas.”

“I could have you arrested for threatening an officer.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair and you grinned over your shoulder. 

“Oo, handcuffs, don’t threaten me with pleasure.” You wiggled your eyebrows and he huffed with laughter.

“Raunchy. Never knew you were into that sort of thing.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You agreed, slipping the newly toasted bread onto a plate and sliding it to the center of the table next to the butter. “Bon appetite.” You grinned, slathering your own toast with butter and taking a bite, Yoongi’s widened eyes making you grin.

***

The office was slow when you got there, Yoongi trailing behind you still munching on the breakfast burrito you’d stopped for on the way. He hummed happily; steak burrito shoved hallway into his mouth. “Dith you know dees hal fren friz in dem?” He mumbled around his mouthful, sitting down at this desk and you grimaced over at him. 

“Finish your mouthful first, you animal. I didn’t understand a thing you said to me.”

He chewed quickly, swallowing and turning his burrito to face you. “Did you know these have French fries in them?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “it’s their signature thing.” You took another bite of your own burrito, more civilized than Yoongi, and leaned over to turn on your computer. 

“We need to get some people in here today.” You said, setting your food down on your desk. “I was thinking we should get in family members, friends, that neighbor who claimed they saw the ex-boyfriend outside her house and then him too, if we can.”

Yoongi nodded, clicking against his keyboard animatedly, “the report says the victim has two brothers, let’s start with them.” 

“You wanna call them and I’ll try getting ahold of some of her friends?” “Sure.” 

You pulled your notes from yesterday, scanning through the phone numbers you’d been given and holding the pad up for Yoongi to type in the one of the brother’s numbers before you looked back over it and punched in the number of one of the friends. 

The morning was spent calling around and setting up interviews. So far, the only one with something relatively interesting to say was the neighbor. The family members and friends’ statements were aided by conjecture but they hadn’t been there so they didn’t have much of substance to give. 

You didn’t blame them, but it was frustrating. So much hearsay and not enough evidence. Your heart told you it was the ex-boyfriend, but without reasonable evidence, gut instinct was worthless. You could only hope that his interview would be more interesting than all the others. 

At 11am he walked through the doors, gazing around the room and you motioned to Yoongi before standing and moving towards him. “Mr. Grant, I’m assuming?”

He nodded and you motioned for him to follow you. Yoongi brought up the rear, closing the door to the interrogation room. Mr. Grant was tall, intimidatingly so, with his hair shaved close and tattoos peaking from every gap of clothing. He looked like he’d never taken a day off from the gym and you grimaced at the thought of what a fist like that could do to your victim’s face. 

“Did you want anything to drink? Coffee? Water?” Yoongi asked, hand still holding the door handle. 

“I’m good.” Mr. Grant replied, adjusting his jeans before taking a seat. 

“Thank you for coming in to talk today,” You began, flipping open the file with your victim’s paperwork. You pulled a picture from the file, sliding it across the table. “Can you tell me how you know this woman?”

Mr. Grant looked down at the picture, pulling a face you couldn’t quite decipher but keeping his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans. “Ex-girlfriend.” He said with a shrug, “we’ve got a kid together.”

“Cora?” You questioned and he nodded. He didn’t seem surprised by the picture; cold and callous in his appraisal of her beaten face in vivid color. “When is the last time you saw Cora?”

He sighed, running a hand over the top of his head, fingers fidgeting, before sliding back in his pocket. “Few days ago. I’ve been busy but I usually have her on the weekends.” 

“You’re not concerned at all that the mother of your child looks like that?” Yoongi questioned, pointing down at the picture in front of him. Mr. Grant glanced down at it again, shrugging. 

“We’re not close.” He remarked and you frowned. 

“Don’t you wanna know if she’s dead or alive?” You asked and he sighed again, like this was all a giant waste of his time. 

“I figure she’s dead, since I’m in here.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. 

“She’s not.” You replied and watched as his eyebrow quirked. “She’s in a medically induced coma. Massive bleeding to the brain, a broken pelvis and femur, and a perforated lung. Do you know how someone would get like that?”

“I assume you’re going to tell me.” He drawled, rolling his head to the side.  

“A fist, presumably.” Yoongi replied. “Do you know anyone who would want to hurt her?”

“I don’t know her life, man.” Mr. Grant rolled his eyes, “she comes from a white bread, blue collar family. Your guess is as good as mine.” 

Yoongi sighed, grabbing the chair from beside you and twisting it to sit, chest against the back as he surveyed Mr. Grant from across the top. “We found some threatening voicemail’s left on her phone, all from you. You must understand why we’re a little suspicious.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when your ex girl tries to take your kid away from you. I haven’t done anything that would warrant her getting full custody.”

“Aside from putting a fist through her face, of course.” Yoongi remarked and Mr. Grant smirked.

“Where’s your proof, man?” He crooned. 

“We’ve got the tapes and now your admission of a child custody battle, which is already not great for you. Now all we need is that smoking gun.”

“Yeah, well good luck. I was at a movie with a chick and then she was at my house until an hour ago getting her back blown out. Ticket stub to prove it.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket, removing a receipt and throwing it on the table.

“You don’t even know when all of this happened.” You said, pulling on a glove to pick up the stub and sticking it inside a bag for evidence. 

“I’m guessing in the last twelve hours,” He remarked, finger pointing down at the picture of your victim, “Since she looks like this and I appear to be your prime suspect. I doubt you’d wait too long to call me in.” 

“We’re gonna need the name of the woman you were with.” Yoongi hummed, twisting his thumbs around one another. 

“Don’t know her name.” He shrugged, “Sara something.”

You frowned, closing the manila envelope with a flick of your wrist. “We’ll be in contact, Mr. Grant. Don’t go too far. Have a nice day.”

He smirked, standing and waiting at the door for Yoongi to open it for him. He then waltzed from the room and out of the precinct with the confidence of a man who’d just gotten away with murder. You hoped that wasn’t the case.

You stood by the door of the interrogation room, watching as he disappeared before groaning and walking back to your desk, flopping in your seat.

“Talk to me.” Yoongi said, following your lead.

“Honestly, I’m just really frustrated.”

“Lay it on me.” Yoongi said, leaning back in his chair, legs propped open wide and you were distracted for a moment. 

“I-I just-” You tore your gaze away from him, squeezing your eyes shut and pushing your fingers into your temple. “I’m frustrated that so far, we’re no closer to catching our bad guy. I don’t know, my gut just says it’s the ex, but no one can prosecute on a gut feeling. I can’t believe he has an alibi.”

Yoongi nodded before leaning forward and smacking your knee to get your attention. “Y/N, this is day 2. Don’t get so discouraged. We’ll go around the neighborhood, see if we can get access to camera footage in the area and just look for anything interesting.”

“But what if we don’t find anything? What if this guy gets off, Yoongi?”

Yoongi frowned, leaning back in his chair once more, one pant leg hiked up enough to reveal the navy blue of his sock and his fingers twitching against his kneecap. “We’ll get him, Y/N. Whoever the guy is, we’ll get him.”

“I want that little girl to have her mom back.” You sighed, dragging your chair back to your desk by the heels of your shoes.  

“She will.” Yoongi said, dragging his chair right next to yours and you turned to look at him, his face far closer than you were used to. “If you stress over this, you’re gonna make a mistake. Take a break, Y/N, go get a coffee or something.”

You nodded, mute, before standing up and making your way to the break room, fingers twitching nervously in the pockets of your slacks. Yoongi had never been an overly affectionate partner. He showed he cared in different ways, but if he were a love language, it was definitely not physical touch. 

The coffee was already brewed as you made your way into the grey and aging break room. The seafoam green florescent box light above flickering on one side and you grabbed a mug from the cupboard, pouring yourself a cup and searching the fridge for an unexpired creamer. 

After you’d found one that seemed the least questionable, you sat down at the table, coffee steaming from the mug and up into your face as you bent over it, fingers scratching into your scalp. You weren’t good with setbacks; they stressed you out. It was probably very strange from the outside that you’d chosen a field that was filled to the brim with disappointments, but ever since you were a little girl, getting the bad guy was always your thing. 

It started small with Johnny Walcot on your street. He’d taken your little cousin’s chalk and tried to run away with it. You’d chased him half a block before you’d tackled him to the ground and given him a nice shiner to remember you by. Your methods had changed since then.

In high school you’d joined clubs, volunteered to be hall monitor, and even ran for student body president. You were a bit of a goodie toe shoes, but whatever, it made for a really good job application when you’d applied to the academy when you were 21. 

You sighed, dropping your hands onto the table and allowing the smoky aroma of roasted coffee beans to ease your shoulders into a slump. Yoongi was right, you just needed to pound pavement and see what you could dig up. You were no quitter and you’d go down fighting if necessary. 

Taking a long sip of your drink, you leaned back in your chair, face tilting up to the ceiling and you closed your eyes. Maybe you needed to start practicing yoga, your cousin was always going on and on about how relaxed it made her feel. You could really do with some relaxation right about now. 

The door to the break room opened with a squeak and Yoongi waltzed in, eyeing the pot of coffee on the counter. “Did you make a new batch?”

“No,” you shook your head, “but it’s still fresh.”

He nodded, making his way over with his own personal coffee cup and emptying the pot into his mug before joining you at the table. “I was thinking,” he paused to sip at his drink, humming softly, “there’s that credit union on the corner right by our vic’s apartment, we should go see if they caught anything on their security camera. There’s a few other places nearby as well that we could check in on; one of them is bound to have cameras.”

“Don’t even know what I’m looking for now that the ex has an alibi.” You muttered, rubbing your thumb down the handle of your mug.

“Clues.” Yoongi teased and you smiled up at him, “Come on, we’ve got this, it’s only day two. We’ll head out after this and see what we can find.”

**

Early spring in the city meant allergies. For Yoongi, that is. He sneezed before whining childishly, pulling a tissue from his pocket and blowing his nose. “Hay fever is the worst.” He griped, throwing the tissue in the nearest garbage can and stuffing his hands in his pockets as he followed you along the sidewalk. 

“Tell me how you really feel.” You hummed and he glowered.

“I don’t remember asking for your sass.” He said and you smiled, shrugging.

“You didn’t not ask for it either.” You pushed open the door to the credit union, holding it open for Yoongi to follow you through. You were being greeted before Yoongi could retort and a lady in a cream tweed suit and clipboard in hand came to stand in front of you. 

“How can I help you today?” She smiled, lips painted an alarming shade of red. Yoongi held up his badge quickly before clipping it back to his belt. “We’re doing some investigating on a case in this area and we’re wondering if the security camera’s outside work or if they’re more for scare tactics.”

“They do work.” The women confirmed, dark eyebrows folding in the center. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about it, though. You’d need to speak to our branch president for more information.”

“Is the branch president here today?” You asked and the woman turned to you, lips pursed and head nodding.

“He is. If you’ll just wait here a moment, I’ll go grab him.” She turned on her heel, clicking along the marble floor and into the adjacent hallway before disappearing around a corner. 

“This place is fancy.” You remarked, gaze shifting around the room. Floor to ceiling windows against the front of the building, white marble flooring, and Mozart wafting softly from somewhere unseen. It likely made for a very pleasant banking experience. 

“I’ve been thinking about getting a new bank recently; hate all my banks fees. They are blood suckers with their overdraft fees.” Yoongi remarked, his gaze steady on the hallway where the woman had disappeared.

“This is too rich for your blood.” You sighed and Yoongi turned to glare at you.  

“What are you insinuating?” 

“Take a wild guess.” You teased. Just then, the clicking of heels returned and the two of you turned to find the woman at the opening to the hallway, waving you over. 

“If you’ll just follow me.”

Heavy oak doors lined the walls leading to what you could only assume were offices. You followed around the corner before she stood before one door, pausing to knock. 

“Sir.” She greeted, ushering the two of you towards her bosses’ desk before leaving back to the lobby. A cherry wood desk greeted you, home to a middle aged, mildly rotund man. His hair was mousy brown, pushed out of his face and his nose held up the wire framed glasses he was sporting. 

“Good afternoon.” He smiled, standing and coming to shake your hands, “I’m Dean Clark. Nancy tells me you’re inquiring after security footage?”

“Yes, actually, we’re covering a case in the area and we’re hoping to find some more information through security footage.” Yoongi said, taking the seat the branch president had gestured to.

Mr. Clark sat behind his desk, clicking the mouse of his computer and nodding his head as he searched through files. “What time frame are you wanting to search through?”

“Yesterday morning seems to be around when things started, but if we could see the footage all the way through Friday morning, that would be helpful.” 

Mr. Clark nodded, busying himself in his search and you took a moment to look around the room. It was as classy as the lobby, though darker in color. Exactly what you would imagine for a CEO or president of a company.  A ticking clock on the wall distracted you for a moment and you watched the minute hand tick down. 

“Ah, here we go. OK, I’m just going to save it really quick. Is there anything else I can do for you officers while you’re here?”

“That’s all we need for now,” Yoongi confirmed, “but we’ll be in contact if there’s anything else at a later date.”

Mr. Clark handed over the CD he’d saved the file on and you slipped it into your bag, thanking him before the three of you stood and he directed you back down the correct side of the hallway. 

You spent the next two hours visiting nearby establishments, getting any security footage you could before making your way back to the office to review the files. You were a little damp from walking around in the sun for so long. With dreams of the personal fan you had sitting on your desk, you made your way inside, Yoongi following behind. 

“Officer Y/N.”

You turned to the voice calling you, Officer Gordon nodding over at the waiting room. “There’s a neighbor of your victim here; a Ms. Jiang. Says she’s got some information for you.”

“Thank you, Jacob.” You said, patting his arm before grabbing the files from your desk and making your way towards the waiting room. 

“I’ll be in room 3.” Yoongi called over to you and you nodded.

“Ms. Jiang?” You asked and a small woman, looking around late 60’s and a head full of straight white hair, stood slowly with a wave. “Thank you so much for coming in. I hope you weren’t waiting terribly long, we weren’t aware you were coming today.”

“Oh no,” she waved you away, following slowly along with you as she gripped at her cane, “I’ve only been here about 5 minutes and the other officers were so nice. Got me a nice cup of tea while I waited.”

“I’m so glad they took care of you.” You smiled, “we’re just over here in this room.” 

Ms. Jiang made her way into the room, acknowledging Yoongi with a quick nod before taking the proffered seat. 

“Would you like anything to drink?” Yoongi asked and her eyes crinkled with her smile. 

“No thank you, dear. I had a tea while I was waiting.”

After closing the door, you sat quickly in your seat, placing your file on the table in front of you and leaning forward. “Ms. Jiang, we were told that you came with some information for us?”

“Well yes. I know that poor girl next door got beaten, she’s in the hospital I heard. I feel so sorry for her. She’s a very good girl, works really hard to take care of her daughter. It’s not an easy job being a single mom. I was a single mom to two when my husband died; it’s a real challenge.”

“Did you see something on that day?” Yoongi asked gently and she nodded, lips rubbing together. 

“Yes, I believe I did. That morning I had to go put my trash outside by the dumpster. My kids don’t live very close anymore, you see, and ever since my husband died I’ve had to do it all by myself. While I was out with the garbage I saw that dreadful man again.”

“Which man?” You asked and she frowned. 

“That man that she used to date. I don’t know his name, never cared to hear it, but he comes by sometimes to pick up that little girl for a few days. It was very early in the morning, the sun hadn’t even come up yet. I’m an early riser, see, so I was out getting a start on my daily chores. I’d know him anywhere, though. His tattoos are hard to miss since he’s got so many of them. 

“Well, at first I didn’t think much of it because, as I said, he comes by sometimes to see that little girl. I thought it was a little odd that he was there so early in the morning, but it wasn’t my business to interfere unless something was wrong. Well, I went back to my apartment for a little while before I realized I’d forgotten to take the recycling out. 

“So, I was taking my recycling out when I heard a door open and close and I looked and saw him again. He was shoving something in the pocket of his jeans, like a tiny little bat, and then walking quickly down the stairs. I thought that was really strange; why would he come so early in the morning to pick up a tiny little thing like that? He didn’t even have the little girl with him.”

“Did you see anything else?” You asked, heart racing in your chest. You knew it; you just knew it. Somehow, he was lying and you were going to prove it. 

“Unfortunately not. I wanted to knock on the door to see if that young woman was OK, but I didn’t want to seem like a busy body spying on other people’s lives. I know she works strange hours to make ends meet, so I just thought she must have been awake for work or something. Now I feel real sorry for not checking.”

“It’s not your fault.” Yoongi insisted, “no one could have known what happened.”

“Ma’am, would you be willing to write and sign a statement about what you witnessed?” You questioned.

Ms. Jiang nodded, wringing her hands together. “Yes, of course. Anything I can do to help that poor girl.”

After Ms. Jiang had left, both you and Yoongi made your way back to your desks. You still had multiple days’ worth of security footage to go through from multiple businesses and a ticking clock. 

“That was unexpected.” Yoongi commented as he took a seat at his desk. 

“It was.” You agreed, nodding. “It’s strange that she saw him when he supposedly has an alibi.” Your fingers twitched against the keys of your keyboard in thought. “We need to find that woman Sara, if she even exists.”

“Let’s get started on the security footage first. Later today, we should also go by the theater he mentioned and see if we can get their security feed; get a good look at the woman he was with.”

“I’m hungry, too, so maybe we could get something to eat on the way.”

After lunch and a mind numbing few hours of watching security footage which, so far, had not divulged anything interesting, you were feeling burnt out and frustrated. Again. Yoongi’s phone rang at his desk and you yawned, scrolling through to the next time stamp. 

“Hey,” Yoongi called, leaning across the arm of his chair excitedly and you swiveled your head to the side to look at him. “The lab just called and said they’ve got something new on our cold case.”

“Good. I need a break from this for a minute anyway.”

**

Later, after returning home for the evening and Yoongi promptly changing into sweats and a t-shirt, you went to your room to change and get ready for dinner at your parents. You were hungry and apprehensive. It wasn’t a stretch to wonder if your mother and aunts would ask more questions about your love life and you were already dreading the conversation. 

“Going out?” Yoongi asked from his burrito blanket on the couch. 

“Yeah,” You hummed, searching your purse for your keys, “family dinner tonight. You ok with fending for yourself?”

Yoongi scoffed, flipping channels on the TV. “I think I can handle it.”

“Well, I’ve got some takeout menus stashed in the drawer by my fridge, if you wanted to order something. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

The drive was quiet as you made your way towards the outskirts of the city. After you’d left home, you’d left an empty nest for your parents. With you and your siblings out of the house, they’d decided to move out of the city and downsize. 

You didn’t blame them. They were getting older and climbing all those stairs in their old brownstone was taking its toll on their knees. They needed something on one level that wouldn’t break the bank. After finding a spot on the street, you locked the doors, making your way towards their house. It was still an apartment but with one level and street access. The smaller space made for very interesting family dinners. 

The evening was peaceful, still light enough outside to make for a nice stroll and you listened as the crickets chirped excitedly. The days were starting to really warm up, but the evenings were still cool and required a light jacket. Families sat in their homes at their tables or around the TV eating and watching movies and for a moment you let yourself envy them. 

Your family often asked you when you were getting married and though you brushed them off with a roll of your eyes, you too wanted to find the family they so badly wanted for you. There had to be two willing participants to play and so far, there was just one. 

“Y/N!” Your mother called happily as she opened the door just as you’d raised your hand to knock. “I saw you from the window. Come in, come in!”

The apartment was alive with noise, nieces and nephews running and playing, your uncle and your dad arguing about how to properly season a steak, and your aunt fussing over the pregnant belly of your older sister.

“Ah, the baby has arrived!” Your father called, turning from your uncle who looked like he was two seconds away from blowing a fuse. “Let’s eat!”

“You kept us waiting!” Your sister fussed, linking her arm through yours and you smiled. 

“I’m sorry Palma, I know this one was probably making your life difficult, huh?” You said, rubbing your hand across her belly and she sighed.

“You know, after four kids, you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I’m practically foaming at the mouth by the time dinner is ready.”

The dining table had, had the extension put in and still, another long table was needed in the living room. No table was ever big enough for your family to sit at comfortably. With two sets of aunts and uncles, a few cousins, your three siblings and their families along with your parents and yourself, it always made for a very tight squeeze. You couldn’t even imagine trying to fit all the extended family still living far away. It wouldn’t be possible. 

Your mom always insisted on having everyone over, though. She said that after having four kids she’d forgotten how to make smaller meals so it was necessary to come and help her eat it all. You certainly weren’t complaining about your mother’s home cooked meals. They were what kept you going through hard weeks when cases weren’t panning out. 

You watched as Palma and her husband wrangled their children into their seats before coming to join you back at the table. Your brothers sat further down the table with their wives and if they hadn’t nodded at you as you’d come in, you wouldn’t have even been sure they’d seen you. 

“You found a man yet, anipsiá?” Your aunt asked, filling her plate with moussaka and choriatiki. She popped a kalamata olive in her mouth, humming as she chewed. 

“Not since two days ago, theía.” You smiled. She chuckled, swatting at you from across the table. 

“I worry about you, Y/N.” She sighed, “I don’t want you to be like me, no marriage until 35 and only one baby. Oh, it was such a hard time for me to let down my family like that. The oldest daughter with no family.” Her eyebrows creased in the center as she thought about it before shoving a bite of moussaka so large you thought she might choke. 

“Thirty-five isn’t old, though, theía. Besides, you still had Ambrose and he’s great!”

She nodded, solemn. “He is great, but you know I would have liked to give him some brothers and sisters. Thirty-five is advanced maternal age, anipsiá. Don’t put yourself in that situation.”

You sighed, cutting off the corner of your pastitsio and stabbing it moodily with your fork. “I have to find a man I like first, you know that.”

“What about that Yoongi boy?” She asked and you choked around your mouthful, Palma, slapping her hand against your back. 

“Yoongi?” you gasped after you’d swallowed your food. “My partner?”

“Sure!” She nodded, taking another large bite and chewing loudly, “He would give you very pretty babies. He’s already your friend, too. You’re halfway there!”

You huffed with laughter, shaking your head. “Have you been drinking too much Retsina? You’re talking crazy.”

“Well why not?” Palma asked, “you told me you had a crush on him in the academy, what’s different now?”

“We’re partners!” You insisted, “that would be weird and inappropriate in the workplace.”

Palma shrugged, “you’re both consenting adults, I don’t see what the issue is.”

“Ok, let’s say for arguments sake that we dated and then broke up. What then?” You dipped some pita bread in the tzatziki sauce before taking a bite and watching your sister with eyebrows raised. 

“So, what you’re telling me is you wouldn’t be mature enough to still work together after doing the diddly do?” She grinned and you whined, dipping your bread again. 

“Don’t call it that, you make it sound so gross.”

“I’m just saying,” she chuckled, feeding a bite of cheese to the two-year-old hanging from her arm, “It’s not a big deal if you don’t make it a big deal. Now, if you genuinely weren’t interested in him then that would be one thing, but so far I haven’t heard you denying your crush.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because there’s nothing to deny.” You huff, pushing some food across your plate with your fork. “But a relationship needs to be mutual and so far, it seems like he’s not really in the same mind set as me.”

“You never know until you try!” Your aunt insisted, waving her pita bread at you and you smiled, nodding. 

“You should bring Yoongi to dinner next time. Don’t give me that look, I don’t mean for that. I just think it would be fun. I’ve never actually met your partner.” Palma shooed her son away and he slumped back to the kids table, a clump of feta cheese squeezed in his fist.  

“I’ll ask him, I guess.” You shrugged.

***

By the time you’d made your way back into the apartment, it was late. You’d stayed and had a glass of wine and some dessert while playing games before bidding your farewells. The apartment was dark but you could see the light under Yoongi’s door, signaling his presence and you moved drowsily towards your own room, flicking on the lights and closing your door. 

After brushing your teeth and stripping down to your underwear, you crawled under your duvet, shivering at the airconditioned sheets before melting into your mattress. You were so tired, eyes heavy from lack of sleep. 

Your phone ringing from the pocket of your jeans startled you and you reached over the side of your bed, digging around in the pile of clothes you hadn’t bothered to put in the hamper. Pulling your phone to your ear you answered with a groggy hello. 

“Officer Y/N? It’s Laura from down at the precinct. I’m sorry to be calling so late.”

“No, it’s fine,” you murmured, leaning on one elbow, “what’s going on?”

“We’ve got the ex-boyfriend of your beating victim here. He was arrested at a bar, drunk and disorderly, mumbling about how “she had it coming.” We’re gonna keep him in a holding cell overnight and I thought you might want to know.”

“Yes, actually. Thank you so much! Yoongi and I will be there tomorrow morning to see what’s going on.”

After hanging up and dropping your phone on the other side of your bed you stared up at the ceiling, mind racing. She had it coming. It was chilling how callous some people could be. You weren’t sure if he meant your victim, but your gut said yes. Your gut wouldn’t cut it, though. You needed proof…and you were gonna find it. 

**

Yoongi was already awake when you entered the kitchen the next morning. Dressed in dark slacks and a white button up, he was looking more handsome than was reasonable and he looked over at you, nodding over the rim of his cup.  

“I made coffee.” He motioned to his side and you thanked him, pushing the hem of your shirt into your pants. “Did you get the phone call last night?”

“From Laura?” At his nod you hummed, “yeah, I did. We can stop over there first thing. I want to talk to him about what he meant by she had it coming.”

“I’ve got an inkling.” Yoongi mumbled into his mug and you sighed.

“Me too, but no one can prosecute on an inkling.”

Yoongi slumped around the kitchen, opening cupboards and peering at the contents inside. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but you could understand the feeling of frustration in lack of answers.

 “How was your family?” He asked, muffled by the door to one of your cupboards. 

“They were good. Loud, as usual.” He turned to look at you, smiling and closing the cupboard. “Actually, they told me to invite you to dinner next weekend. Would you be up for it?”

“Free Greek food? I’m absolutely on board. I’m in need of a really good food coma these days.”

“Well you’ll definitely get your wish with my mom’s cooking.” You chuckled, filling your travel mug with coffee and fixing it to your preferences. “Let’s go. We can grab something to eat on the way there.”

**

Mr. Grant was awake in his holding cell when you arrived and you were escorted to one of the interrogation rooms while someone went to go grab him. Breakfast sat heavy in your stomach as you waited and Yoongi picked at his nails, lounging next to you. 

“Stop picking, your finger nails are already really short as it is.” You murmured, looking over at him and he looked up at you with a smirk. 

“I didn’t realize you made it a regular practice to stare at my fingers, Y/N.”

You scoffed, flipping open the file of your beating victim and turning to gaze down at the information collected so far. The door opening caught your attention and you watched as Mr. Grant was escorted to the seat opposite the two of you. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked once the door had been closed behind the retreating officer. 

“Mr. Grant, do you remember anything from last night?” You asked, watching his eyebrow tick up. 

“Not a whole lot, to be honest. I was pretty drunk.” He grinned and you drummed your fingers against the desk in front of you. 

“So we’ve heard. So then you don’t remember saying, “She had it coming?”” Mr. Grants jaw clamped shut, mouth tightening into a thin line. “Care to enlighten us? Who’s she Mr. Grant?”

His gaze traveled to the wall behind you, eyes glazing over. “Clearly you didn’t mean to let that little tidbit slip,” Yoongi pressed, watching as Mr. Grant’s jaw tensed. “So what, you get in a fight? She’s threatening to take your kid away from you and you just snap, right? Figure she can’t take Cora away if she’s dead.”

He wouldn’t budge. “A neighbor saw you outside her apartment,” you coerced. “On the morning she was found beaten. Saw you there really early in the morning and with a tiny little bat. What were you doing there, Mr. Grant?”

“It’s not what you think!” He insisted suddenly and your eyebrows rose in interest. “I was just there to give her that bat for Cora because I’d gotten it engraved. I knew she was getting off work at that time so I wanted to drop it off before she went to sleep. We got in a fight, though, so I left and forgot to leave the bat there.”

“You got a tiny kids baseball bat engraved?” Yoongi asked, frowning. 

“Yeah, Cora and I like to play baseball, it’s our thing. I thought it might be a nice gift.” 

“You said you got in a fight with her.” You pressed and his gaze switched quickly to yours, “What about?”

You could see him shutting down before he’d even shook his head. “Nah, I’m not saying anything else without a lawyer present. I know how these things go.”

“Very well. An attorney will be appointed to you or you can choose your own representation. We’ll have one of the other officers come take care of that for you and we’ll be in contact.” 

You stood, Yoongi following behind you as you made your way out of the station and towards your car. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes as you started the engine and backed away from the curb. “Now what?” He mused, eyes staring empty at the roof of your car as you made your way back towards your office. 

“I don’t know.” You admit, thumbs rubbing circles into the steering wheel, “we just keep looking. We’ll watch the rest of the security footage and forensics took swabs of everything. We’ll find something.”

“What does any of that matter?” Yoongi scoffed, “he admitted he was there but without any actual proof that he hit her then we’ve got nothing. We’re gonna find traces of him in her apartment, he goes there to see his daughter. If we see him on the footage, big deal, he said he was there. You know? We need real, hard evidence that he beat her.”

“We’ll get it.” You insisted and Yoongi sighed, running his fingers along the door handle.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” you said, “but we will. We need to get a warrant to search his place; try and find that bat. We’ve got enough probable cause to go to a judge. I just don’t buy his story. He showed up at his ex-girlfriend’s house at 5 am to drop off a tiny bat he got engraved for his daughter? Bull. Why wouldn’t he drop it off when she was there? Wouldn’t he want to see her face when she gets it…if it’s really that important to them?”

“When we get back to the office we need to compile all the evidence we can find and call the judge. I wanna get this guy.” 

Thanks to Ms. Jiang’s information, pinpointing when Mr. Grant would have walked by certain stores was easier and both Yoongi and you were able to find him on multiple security cameras on the morning of your victims beating. With that, Ms. Jeong’s statements, and the other affidavits of the victim’s family members, and Mr. Grant’s own admission that he was in fact there that morning, you were able to secure a warrant for his apartment. 

Mr. Grant seemed surprised to see you when you arrived, a few officers flanked behind you. “I don’t remember inviting you to my house for dinner.” He replied sarcastically and you smiled, holding the warrant up. 

“We have a warrant. These officers would be happy to explain the details of it to you while you wait outside with them.”

“What are you even searching for?” He complained, stepping outside while both Yoongi and you walked into his apartment, “I told you I didn’t do anything.”

“Then you should have nothing to worry about.” You replied. 

Mr. Grant’s apartment was a little older, a little run down from neglect. The living room was standard fair; a small TV in the corner on top of a table that had seen better days and flanked on one side were curtains, yellowing with age. 

Both Yoongi and you split up, a couple other officers helping to fill in the gaps as you searched for anything you could find that would give you answers you needed; specifically the little bat Ms. Jiang had mentioned. 

Mr. Grant’s apartment was dirty and you wondered absentmindedly if any man would actually bring a date here to this mess or if this was a byproduct of two days. In moments like these, you were glad to be wearing gloves. Not one single ounce of you wanted to touch anything in this place with any less protection. 

You could hear Yoongi calling you from the bedroom so you made your way out of the bathroom and towards the back of the apartment where Yoongi stood, a tiny wooden bat hanging from his gloved fingers. 

“Think this is it?” He asked as you walked closer, looking it over.

“Probably. Bag it and we’ll see if it’s got anything to say.”

After searching through every nook and cranny of the apartment, you all returned to the office to have the bat analyzed by forensics. The victim was still in the hospital in a coma and this was more frustrating than anything else. A little girl was out there without her mom and you weren’t even sure if she’d ever get her back. 

It made you want to pull your hair out. 

Both Yoongi and you spent the next few days following up with leads on your cold case and coming up empty handed every time. It was frustrating to feel like you were doing everything you could to succeed and there was always a wall in the way. 

The case had gone cold years ago, almost 11 years now, and the family had been waiting with no answers. Leads had basically all dried up by the time the case made it onto your desks and you’d been backtracking in an effort to find anything the original officers had missed. 

Initially it had seemed like an open and shut case, kid was 18, a legal adult. She probably ran away. Her parents were uptight and had a lot of rules. The more the officers dug, though, the more grey the evidence became. Things left behind that didn’t make sense for her to leave, like her money, all her clothes, and her brand new puppy. 

Testimonials from friends and relatives about what a happy and secure young woman she was…it just didn’t add up. Why would someone like that run away? Typically, runaways were troubled and facing a lot of trauma. She just didn’t fit the box. 

She would be 29 now; if she was still alive. It seemed unlikely after all this time, but you wanted to at least give her family some closure. You couldn’t even imagine if your sister or either of your brothers had gone missing when you were growing up. Your family was a massive piece of you; you would be empty without them.

The weekend was time off for you and you spent most of Sunday lounging in bed. You could heard Yoongi puttering around in the kitchen or living room before he’d disappear back into his room to mess around on his laptop. 

It was comforting to have him around, even if you were both doing your own things. Having him with you just felt as if there was something you’d been missing all along and it had finally been identified and returned to its place. You liked to think you had control over your little school girl crush from back at the academy, but honestly it had built over the years and morphed into something much closer to a word you didn’t even want to think about yourself. It was too terrifying.

A knock at your door startled you from your thoughts and you called out for Yoongi to come in. He stepped through the door, still in a pair of blue flannel pajama bottoms and an old white t-shirt. Even now he looked handsome. The door stayed open beside him as he tucked his hands into the pockets against his thighs, surveying you as you lounged in bed looking over at him. 

“Nice double chin.” He smirked and you scoffed, chucking a decorative pillow at him.

“Did you come here for something important or just to annoy me?” You complained. 

He chuckled, leaning against the door jam and folding his arms across his chest. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“I haven’t left this bed once and it’s been a blissful 6 hours. There was one moment where there was almost a tragedy and I nearly wet my pants, but thankfully the feeling passed.”

Yoongi frowned, nose wrinkling in distaste. “Aren’t we going to your families place for dinner tonight?”

“What of it? I’ll be up with enough time to shower and look presentable, I promise. Besides, the less I eat now, the more I can eat there.”

“That’s fair,” he conceded, “but I’d rather you not pee your bed; I’d never be able to look at you the same.”

“How do you look at me now?” You teased, eyebrows wiggling and you made sure to accentuate the double chin that looking over at him created. 

“Not the way you think I do.” He frowned, upper lip turning up at you. You hated that your heart dropped at that, but you wouldn’t let him see; wouldn’t let him know. If he thought of you as just a friend and his partner, you were happy to fill that role. As long as you could be beside him in some way. 

“You don’t like my double chin?” You huffed childishly and he smiled, rolling his eyes at you. 

“Get up and shower, woman. Come watch a show with me.”

He left the door way, leaving the door wide open in what you deemed a power move and you groaned, loud enough for him to hear, before dragging yourself from your bed and to the bathroom. 

By the time you were both ready to go and making your way down to your car you were practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of food. You were so hungry you’d eat your own left foot if that’s what it took. Yoongi was silent most of the drive, and though this wasn’t exactly strange for him, it did make you wonder what was on his mind.

The crickets were already when you’d arrived and you closed the car door softly, clicking the lock into place.  You moved slowly to where Yoongi stood beside the car, staring up at the sky, dusk settling on the horizon. 

“What are you thinking about?” You asked softly. 

His gaze lowered to yours, smiling soft and shaking his head. “Nothing really.” His eyes focused in on the spring dress you’d chosen to wear; black and yellow with blooming sunflowers. “You look really pretty, by the way. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you in something like this before.”

He reached out to twist the fabric of your dress softly between his fingers and you heated at the praise; suddenly self-conscious. “Thank you, Yoongi. That’s very kind of you.”

He looked as awkward as you felt so you resumed your walk towards your parent’s home. It was quiet outside, but windows were open, the smell of a hundred dinners wafting out into the evening; a tantalizing temptation from every door. 

Yoongi waited with you as you stood outside your parent’s door. If he was nervous to be here, you couldn’t tell, but you were certainly nervous enough for the both of you. Growing up, you’d never brought a guy around, you couldn’t have even if you’d wanted to. 

You were the baby in your family with a gap of 6 years between you and your brother Andreas. A surprise, your parents liked to call you. Andreas and Gael in particular liked to baby you. When you were in high school they would stand outside your school waiting for you at the end of each day, flanking you on either side so that no boys would come near you. 

They were tall and buff and it was no shocker that no one wanted to be anywhere close enough to date you. It had made you cry tears of frustration on more occasion than one, but your brothers always said that they knew how guys minds worked and there was no way they were trusting them their baby sister. 

Now you were an adult and they were both married with children, they had better things to do than to stand outside your place of work and swat away all prospective suitors. In fact, these days your family seemed more concerned that you hadn’t found a man than the other way around.

The door flung open, your aunt beaming wide and throwing her arms around you with wild enthusiasm. “You must be Yoongi!” She smiled, pulling him into the hug and you could feel him go rigid against your back. This was certainly not what he was expecting. 

“Oh, we have been waiting so long for this day! Everyone, Y/N brought a man to dinner!” She called loudly into the house and your family cheered. 

You wanted to die. “Theía! I told you, Yoongi is my partner at work.”

“No reason he can’t be more.” She smiled, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as she closed the door behind the two of you and dragged you further into the house. “Has anyone ever told you that you would make incredibly beautiful babies, Yoongi?” She asked and you wanted to melt straight into the floor. 

Yoongi was clearly a masochist because he smirked at you before turning his gaze back to your aunt. “Actually, I haven’t heard that before, but I agree. I’ve got really great genes to pass on.”

“Stop feeding the troll, Yoongi.” You griped and your aunt swatted at you. 

“Don’t be rude, I’m only asking for you. I’m thinking about you, hmm?” She scolded and you sighed, running your hand across her shoulder to pull her into your side.

“Let me worry about it, OK?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Yoongi drawled and he had a looked that spelled trouble. You suddenly hated his guts. “I think your aunt is right, we’d make really beautiful babies together.”

“See!” Your aunt cried happily and you could see Palma smiling into her cup from behind her. Gael was giving you an obnoxiously enthusiastic thumbs up from over by the table and your mom looked like she actually thought she would be getting another grand baby soon.

“I’ll actually kill you, Yoongi.” You grit and he laughed, pinching at your cheek. 

“Yoongi, nice to see you again.” Your uncle greeted, coming to shake his hand. “Let’s sit and eat, we can continue this baby talk later. Y/N looks like she’ll die soon if we don’t.” 

“Thank you, theíos.” You squeezed his shoulder gently, making your way into the dining room and sitting down, Yoongi right beside you.

Palma was giving you a look that you could read all too well and you pointedly ignored her. She could bombard you later through text if she wanted to ask about your partner. You were already mortified enough as it was. 

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Yoongi mumbled, eyeing the spread of food and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Wait until you try it. My mom and her sisters learned how to cook from their mom and she was amazing! I remember when she would come to see us, she’d make the most incredible food; real comfort food. Creamy and warm, I’m salivating just thinking about it.”

You watched Yoongi eagerly load up his plate, chatting amiably with your brother who sat across from him and you filled your own plate with all your favorites, practically inhaling everything as soon as if hit your plate. You hummed happily, dancing a little in your seat as you ate and Yoongi glanced at you with a smile.  

“Happy?”

“Oh yeah.” You nodded, stuffing feta and cucumber into your mouth and chewing happily. 

“So, Y/N,” your mom called from the end of the table and you nodded your attention. “Have you and Yoongi ever thought about dating?”

Globs of feta lodged in your lungs as you inhaled sharp and you spluttered into your napkin, coughing and wheezing as Yoongi patted your back, handing you a glass of water. “What?” you gasped, eyes watering as you looked at your mother. 

“The two of you? Have you ever thought about getting together?”

“Mom!” You complained loudly as the table chorused her opinion, “he’s my partner and my friend!”

“Fine line between friendship and love, Y/N.” Your father supplied, sending a kiss to your mother at the opposite side of the table from him. “You know your mother and I met in school as friends. What could be better than making a family with a friend?”

“Please can we stop talking about this?” You cried.

“They mean well,” your sister smiled and you looked at her, frowning.

“You’re not allowed to be on their side, Palma. You know how this feels. He’s sitting right here.” You grunted, pointing your thumb at Yoongi who was currently shoving a fist sized amount of food into his mouth. 

He looked over at you, eyebrows wiggling and you grimaced. “Chew your food, you animal.”

“Lovers quarrel!” Gail hooted and you were pretty sure you could see the light at this point because you were positive you were about to die. 

“You always complain you’re too busy, you never have time to meet anyone,” your mom whined, “but you’re with Yoongi all the time, there’s no better opportunity.”

“Relationships are not about convenience, mom.” You sighed.

“No, but they should be built on friendship and mutual respect and you’ve already got that.” Your father insisted. 

“We could be magical together.” Yoongi crooned and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“You’re giving them hope.”

“I’ve got nothing but hope.” He insisted with a grin.  

“What’s the harm in giving it a try?” Your mother asked, waving her arms enthusiastically. “Yoongi seems OK with it.”

“OK, let’s say we start dating and it doesn’t work out. We still have to work together every day in a lot of life or death cases and we don’t need that extra tension.”

“So you’re saying there’s already tension?” Gael grinned and you scowled. 

“Drop the subject everyone. Talk about something else, seriously. This is really weird and inappropriate. Talking to me about my love life is one thing, but not like this. This is not OK.” You scolded. 

“Fine, fine, fine.” Your mother accepted, sufficiently cowed for now and the topic moved on to something new. You could barely concentrate on conversation at this point. You were angry, embarrassed, and afraid to even look at your friend.

 He’d taken everything in his stride, but Yoongi was the type to use comedy when he was uncomfortable…you couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking. 

By the time dinner was over you were mentally exhausted from trying to avoid all embarrassing conversations. To Yoongi’s credit, he didn’t seem phased at all. You were grateful he was so levelheaded. 

“Want a glass of wine?” He asked as you made your way back into your apartment, dropping your purse by the door.

“Yes please.” You mumbled, following him to the kitchen. 

“I don’t actually know where you keep your wine glasses.” He said, pulling a bottle of red from on top of the fridge. 

You moved quickly to the other side of the kitchen, pulling some glasses down from the cabinet and he took them from you, moving towards the table to pour you both a glass. 

“Cheers.” He said, clinking his glass against yours before taking a sip. You were halfway through your glass before you had enough liquid courage to say anything to him. 

“I am so sorry about my family.” You mumbled, staring down into your glass. “They’re so embarrassing.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything for a moment and you wanted to shrink into yourself the longer he stayed silent. What must he think of you? They were practically auctioning you and your empty womb off to him; he must think you’re so desperate. Yoongi sighed and you looked up at him as he shrugged, “it’s not a big deal, Y/N.”

“It is!” You insisted, “it’s one thing for them to do this to me privately, I’ve dealt with it for years…but to drag you into it without really getting your say. It’s like a verbal hostage situation. You didn’t sign up for that. I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable.”

“I did feel uncomfortable,” he admitted, swirling the last of his wine around his glass, “but not for the reasons you think.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, clutching your glass to your chest like a barrier.

“I just never realized the idea of being with me was so repulsive to you.” He sighed, “It’s not like I wouldn’t be interested, but what I want doesn’t really change things. You need two yeses or it’s always a no.”

You paused, face twisting in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“I’m just saying. Your dad is right, love and relationships should be built off of friendship and we’ve already got that part. I wouldn’t be opposed to trying and seeing where things go, but you’ve always made it fairly clear that you don’t think the same way. It’s not a big deal, life moves on.”

You laughed; breathless. “You think I’d turn you down?”

“Obviously.” He said, jaw ticking as it clenched. 

“That’s ridiculous.” You scoffed, “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Really?” He asked, eyebrow rising into the hair draped over his forehead, messy from the brush of his fingers. “So if I kissed you, you wouldn’t freak out?”

He was challenging you; you could see it in his eyes and that smirk quirking the corner of his lips. Like he didn’t believe you actually meant what you said. He linked his finger into the neck of your dress, pulling you dangerously close to him, nose bumping yours gently before stopping. 

The room was stuffy with energy, a little too warm for your liking but it was too early in the season to turn on the air conditioning. Yoongi’s dark eyes peered curiously into yours, a silent question as he tilted his head to the side.  

“This is an interesting game of chicken.” You breathed.

“It’s not a game to me.” He mumbled, eyes darting across your features, noses dangerously close to bumping again.

“I dare you.” You whispered. 

He smiled, nose scrunching before closing the distance and all you could taste was him. His mouth was warm against yours, soft in its perusal of the shape of your lips; careful in its inquiries. You thread trembling fingers through the tufts of raven hair at the back of his head, breathing him in. 

He tasted like cheap wine and he pulled you from your chair and into his lap, kisses deepening with his breath. This was better than you could have dreamed up; your fingertips alight with the rough of his sweater as you moved from his shoulders and down his arms. 

Your fingers dragged across his abdomen and up to his chest and he shivered. “Sensitive.” You mused against his pout and he sent you a glare before pulling you back into him by the back of your head. 

Your hand smoothed carefully down the center of his back as you clung to him and he whined, pulling you even closer and your eyebrow quirked in curiosity at what stirred between the two of you.

You pulled back slightly, sending a look down before glancing back at him and biting your lip. “Interesting.”

“It’s more than interesting and I can prove it…if you want.” He breathed, watching your reaction carefully. 

“I love an adventure.” You grinned and he stood with your legs wrapped around him, making his way towards your bedroom. 

“You mentioned handcuffs last week, right?” He asked, pausing in your doorway. Your eyebrow jumped and he smirked, nosing at the skin just below your ear. “I might need them.” He whispered, pushing through to your bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him.

**

The shrill screech of your alarm woke you suddenly and you flailed, arm reaching towards your bedside table to turn it off. 

“Why does your alarm sound like an axe murderer?” Yoongi groaned from beside you, rubbing a hand down his face and you jumped. He was bare chested and the blanket around his waist left little to the imagination. Not that you needed imagination anymore. 

Like a tidal wave, all memories from last night came rushing back in. You were mortified. Yoongi was now uncomfortably familiar with everything about you; every nook and cranny of your body, like it was his secret to keep. The sounds and faces you make now his intimate companions. You felt like you were being engulfed in flames of shame. 

“We’re gonna be late for work.” You murmured, pulling your sheet to shield your body and standing up, racing to the bathroom. 

Once locked in the bathroom you dropped the sheet, surveying yourself in the mirror and you groaned softly. At least it wasn’t too warm yet; wearing a turtleneck wouldn’t be completely unreasonable. You quickly stepped into the shower, taking your time lathering the soap as you wondered if Yoongi had left your room yet.

You weren’t lying when you said you were going to be late for work. You had three different types of alarms to wake you up before work and the shrill screech of the alarm that woke you this morning was the last resort alarm.

You rushed through your morning routine before peeking back into your bedroom to make sure the coast was clear. You grabbed a pair of black slacks and a white turtle neck, dressing quickly and pulling on some shoes, before grabbing your bag and making your way out into the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the car!” You called, not bothering to wait for a reply as you rushed from the apartment and to the elevator. You weren’t sure what to say to Yoongi now; you felt like you’d been such an idiot last night. You weren’t drunk by any means, you’d really only had one glass, but alcohol always loosened you up to the point of bad decision making and now you had to live with the consequences. 

Having an intimate knowledge of someone left a lot of vulnerability and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking of you now. Did he think you were easy, were you only a conquest? Could you still be friends? Would you still work well together? You felt sick, pressing the garage level button and feeling yourself sink with the elevator. 

You waited in the car, anxiety curling your fingers tight around the steering wheel. Why didn’t you think of the morning after last night? You were awkward at the best of times and today was going to be a royal nightmare. 

You watched as Yoongi left the elevator, moving towards where you were parked and distracted by the fastening of his watch. He too was dressed in dark slacks and had donned a white sweater and you blanched at the thought of looking like you were wearing couples clothes. 

He pulled open the door, sliding in beside you and slipping on his seatbelt before returning to the fastening of his watch. You left the garage in silence, shoulders high and tight. You weren’t sure what to say, should you even bring it up at all? Maybe it was just better to pretend that it never even happened. 

By the time you’d parked and made your way up into the office, you felt like you were about to lose it. People had to be kidding themselves if they thought sleeping with a friend wouldn’t change the relationship. It changed everything.  

Yoongi sat down at his desk, turning on his computer and checking voicemails. You slipped your bag from your shoulder, sliding carefully into your seat and staring at the black of your computer screen. What if you’d ruined everything? What if you couldn’t work together anymore? You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt a headache coming on before bending over to switch on your own computer.

“Hey,” Yoongi called and you looked over at him. He had his phone perched between his ear and shoulder and was looking directly at you. “Forensics has got something for us. Let’s go check it out.”

You nodded as he hung up, standing and walking with him towards the elevator. Silence prevailed on the ride up but you tried not to let it bother you; tried to ignore the obvious tension. Yoongi seemed calm and that helped ease your shoulders a little. Maybe it wasn’t as serious as you thought it was. That’s what you’d tell yourself for now, anyway. 

You swiped your badge at the door, where Diana was waiting for the two of you, smile ready. “Morning.” She greeted, motioning for you to follow her to her desk. “Here’s the paperwork you’re gonna need.”

“What did you find?” Yoongi asked, flipping the envelope open and you peered over his shoulder into the file. 

“Hair and skin from your victim embedded in the bat. Looks like you got your guy.”

You grinned at Yoongi, his own excitement palpable as he snapped the folder closed. “Let’s go get him.”

**

Mr. Grant groaned as he opened the door to his apartment, rolling his eyes. “Here to search me again?”

“Not quite.” Yoongi said, “Turn around, please.”

Mr. Grant huffed a laugh, turning around and sliding his hands behind his back. You stepped forward, placing the hand cuffs around his wrists. “Timothy Grant you are under arrest for assault and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time.”

“I want a lawyer.” Mr. Grant scoffed, “you’ve got nothing on me. I didn’t even do anything.”

“We’ll see about that.” You smiled, leading him towards the squad car. After the other officers had taken him for booking, both Yoongi and you made your way back to the office, high off adrenaline.

“The vic is still in a coma,” Yoongi remarked as he drove, “but the doctors said they’re seeing positive signs of improvement.”

“Good.” You murmured, stepping from the car. “That family has been through hell.”

The air conditioning of the office was a welcome relief. It was definitely too hot to be wearing a turtleneck, but there was no way you could wear anything else. Especially not around the man who’d wreaked so much havoc on the skin of your neck and clavicle. Even the thought of it was mortifying. 

You tugged at the neck of your sweater, fanning yourself with one hand. “Why are you even wearing that?” He asked, looking over at you and you glared at him. 

“I think you know why.”

He looked smug. 

You turned to your computer, sifting through messages you’d gotten since yesterday. The very last one caught your eye; with a timestamp of 2:45am blinking in red. The subject read “In reference to your cold case” and you clicked on it instantly.

“Yoongi, look at this!” You said, waving him over. He slid his chair over by yours, leaning forward to read your email. 

“A new witness?” He murmured and you nodded excitedly. 

“It says she’s been living out of the country for years and just got back in town. We need to call her.” You grabbed the phone from its cradle, dialing the number left in the email and Yoongi lounged beside you as you waited. “Hello, is this Ms. Russo? Hi, my name is Detective Y/N, I just read your email. Do you happen to have any time to come in today? Yes, an hour would be fine. Ok, great, see you then!”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you, lounged all the way back in his chair. “She coming in?”

“In an hour.” You nodded. “This might be the thing that breaks the case.”

“Let’s not get our hopes up too high, though. Healthy expectations, right?” He said, sliding his chair back to his desk and you nodded with a pout.

“Yeah, I know.” 

Ms. Russo arrived an hour later; a young woman in her mid-twenties with long dark hair, curling at the ends and deep, dark brown eyes searching the room as she clutched the purse on her shoulder. You greeted her, inviting her to sit with you in the interrogation room, Yoongi already sat waiting with the cold case file. 

“Thank you so much for coming in. We were so excited to hear you had information for us, this case has been so daunting.” You said as Ms. Russo sat across from you, setting her purse beside the leg of her chair. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. My family moved away when I was young and I didn’t really have the means of coming back until now. At the time it didn’t seem like I knew anything important, but I don’t think that’s so true.” She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, fastening her fingers together and looking over at her. 

“How did you and Ms. Loft know each other?” Yoongi inquired, flipping open the case file. 

“We were best friends.” Ms. Russo said, “She was a couple years older than me, but we lived on the same street almost our entire lives so we grew up really close.”

“In your email you said you had something for us?” You asked and she nodded, reaching into her bag and pulling out an envelope.

“I received this letter about a month ago, just before I moved back here. It’s from her.” You paused, staring down at the letter and you could see her eyes filling with the emotions of years of unanswered questions. “Emily was not the type to run away. I know her; she would never do that. Her parents were strict, but she didn’t resent them for that. Her younger brother died in an accident when we were all kids. It changed them. She would have never done anything to cause more pain, you need to know that.”

She wiped at her cheeks as tears fell, her breath shuddering before she continued. “The day that Emily went missing is the day my family moved. We were taking a taxi to the airport and I saw her out the window, a few blocks from where we lived. She was talking to some guy, but I didn’t recognize him. The conversation seemed tense, but they were across the street from where our taxi was so I couldn’t hear anything. I tried to call out to her to say goodbye, but she didn’t hear me. Just before we drove around the corner, I saw him grab her arm and start pulling her, but then I didn’t see anything else. I was so naïve at the time, but I just figured he was a friend and they were having a fight. I should have insisted we go get her. I didn’t know.”

She passed the letter across the table and with gloved fingers, you picked it up, opening carefully. “This is not your fault.” You insisted, looking over at her, her eyes bloodshot already.

“She’s been forced into prostitution,” She remarked softly, pointing at the letter in your hands, “she’s been waiting for the day they trusted her enough to give her a little privacy and she managed to send that letter. It went to my old house, but somehow it got rerouted to my parent’s place. I don’t know how, it was like a miracle. She gives a lot of details about her circumstances, but she also gives some really good information on where she’s located. Please find her.” 

“Do you remember what the man looked like? The one who grabbed her?” You asked and she frowned, staring down at the table. 

“It’s been almost 11 years, certain details are foggy, but I remember enough to give you a general description.”

“Would you be willing to do that for our sketch artist and write a statement of everything you saw?”

“Of course.”

While Ms. Russo worked with the sketch artist you sat with Yoongi, reading over the letter. All this time, people just assumed she’d run away. She could have been saved from this. You wanted to cry from the frustration; too many people had written her off, just assumed she was a troubled young woman. 

You couldn’t even imagine what her life had been like, the sorrow her parents would feel when they found out. To lose two of their three children was already more than they could bare, you were not looking forward to sharing these new details. 

You hoped that at least they would feel hope that she could still be recovered. Best case scenario, she could be found and go into recovery with years’ worth of therapy. She was likely addicted to drugs and would need a lot of help. 

Sometimes you still wondered why you’d chosen this career path; the depravity of humanity made you feel so angry and empty. 

Knowing you can make a difference in people’s lives, though…saving people from situations they can’t get out of themselves. That’s what drove you to keep going. “What are you thinking about?” Yoongi asked softly and you glanced over at him, perched beside you along the side of your desk. 

“Emily.” You sighed, folding the letter and sliding it back into its evidence bag. “I wish things could have been better for her. Different.” 

He nodded, watching as Ms. Russo directed the artist to tweak something in his drawing. “Life isn’t fair, Y/N.” He sighed, “The only thing we can do is make the moments we have worthwhile.” 

You nodded, humming an affirmative as you stared back down at the envelope. “Yeah.” 

**

Later that evening, after Ms. Russo had left and evidence had been sent off to the lab, you stretched, lethargic, in your chair as Yoongi stood from his own, groaning and rubbing at the small of his back. 

“I was thinking,” he yawned, “what if I order delivery tonight? We can celebrate with the rest of the wine from yesterday and just relax, enjoy our success.”

“That sounds really nice, actually.” You smiled, standing from your own desk and slinging your bag across your shoulder. It was unreasonably heavy at this time of night, but the idea of warm food you didn’t have to cook called you outside to your car.

The evening was warm and you tugged at the neck of your sweater, a little sweaty after a long day but too tired to mind. The sun had set by now and the world felt still as you made your way towards the car, unlocking the doors and throwing your bag in the back seat.

The wind rushing was your soundtrack as you drove with the windows down. Yoongi had reclined his head, arm out the window and he looked the picture of calm. You wondered if he’d fallen asleep; wondered what his thoughts were about last night, if it was still on his mind like it was yours. 

It was easy to brush those thoughts away with the distraction of work, but now in the silence of your car all your questions returned, loud and obnoxious, bouncing around in your brain. He was calm, silent, and aside from asking about your sweater earlier, hadn’t made any mention of anything to do with what happened. You couldn’t help but wonder if you just needed to take a page from his book and relax. 

Once you’d made it back to your apartment, you pulled out all the delivery menus for him and told him to get whatever. You needed another rinse off after a long day anyway so you would trust that he knew what to order.

Your bedroom was just as you’d left it; a reminder of the evening you’d spent in Yoongi’s arms. Your clothes from last night were still spattered around the room and you picked them up slowly, dumping them in your hamper. His shirt from yesterday was still draped across the chair by the window and you picked it up, staring at it absentmindedly. 

You wondered if you could return it to him without it being weird. You sighed again, dropping it back onto the chair before heading to the shower to rinse off. By the time you were out and dressed in your pajamas, the food had just arrived and your stomach growled eagerly as Yoongi tossed you a pair of chopsticks. 

“Chinese takeout?’ You questioned, sitting in the love seat while he dominated the middle of your couch.

“I was craving egg rolls.” He hummed. 

You dug in eagerly, groaning happily as you chewed. Yoongi looked up at you with a smile before allowing his eyes to trace the skin of your neck that you’d left bare. You were suddenly self-conscious, acutely aware of just how much of your neck was marked by his mouth.  

You hadn’t thought of it when you were dressing, only the doorbell as the food arrived and the growling of your stomach. You shifted awkwardly, taking a big bite of a dumpling and Yoongi looked down at his food, chuckling. 

“You don’t have to make it weird, you know?” He commented and you glanced up at him, eyebrows rising. “Don’t stress about it, we can label things or we can just be casual, whatever. I don’t regret last night, though.”

“You don’t?” You whispered and he shook his head, spooning a mouthful of fried rice as distraction. 

“Do you?” He queried, looking up at you.

“No. I just didn’t know how you felt about it.” You admitted, pushing some of the food around your plate. You could feel his eyes on you, but you weren’t brave enough to meet them yet. “I don’t regret it, though.”

“Good. Then so far, we’re on the same page.” The two of you allowed silence to lapse for a few moments as you ate, quiet but content. “I started thinking about what your mom said.”

“Huh?”

“Last night, what she said about friendship and love and what not. Felt weird to be talking about that last night in reference to us because it was like all my secrets were suddenly out. I figured that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to say something. If it was really just me feeling this way then at least I’d know where I stood.”

“It’s not just you.” You whispered, smiling shy as you grabbed some chow mein noodles to drop on your plate. 

“Come here.” He mumbled, reaching out for you, pulling you into his side, thighs touching and his fingers danced across your waist, tugging you close. “Whatever you want this to be, let’s do that. I’m happy as long as you are.”

Your hip burned where he touched and you picked up a water chestnut, popping it into your mouth and chewing idly. “I’ve always been one for knowing where I stand in a relationship.” 

“Like dating?” He asked and you nodded softly. “Then tie me down, baby.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, “you do realize this means my family is going to really start asking when you’re gonna put a baby in me, right?”

Yoongi grinned wolfishly, running the tip of his nose down yours, leaning in for a kiss that took the air right out of your lungs. “We’re gonna need a little more practice before that,” he teased, fingers dancing at the back of your scalp, “gotta make sure I really know how to shoot the shot.”

You laughed, scandalized. “Practice makes perfect.” You agreed, leaning in to kiss him again and he returned the affection eagerly. 

“First, I’ve gotta finish these egg rolls though. They’re incredible; definitely pin this take out place to the fridge.”

You laughed, watching him bite into another egg roll, moaning as he chewed. He looked over at you and down at your nearly forgotten plate. “You’d better eat up, baby, you’re gonna need your energy.” He smirked. 

“You talk a big game.” You grinned, filling your plate with more food.  

“Only because I know I can back it up.” 

“I look forward to it.” You winked.

****

I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing from you! <3

Copyright © 2020 by Taeken-My-Heart. All rights reserved.

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[lacrow]

SXF Collaboration Story

@nonokoko13 , @sxfobsessed , @nagy-bari

First off I’d like to apologize. Under my insane direction, this little ficlet has turned into a 12k behemoth. Therefore I will be positing it in two parts (and also linking to ao3 since I threw it in with my one-shot collection). I’ll add the link to Part II when it’s edit/posted. Thank you to everyone who helped come up with this idea, it was a lot of fun to write!

Title: Cabernet Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

Rating: T

Part I: ao3

Part II: tumblr, ao3

Parties Involved: Loid Forger, Yor-Briar Forger, Anya Forger, Bond, Franky, Yuri Briar, Becky Blackbell, Camilla, Dominic, Millie, Sharon Mission Objective(s): host a dinner party for friends and acquaintances, [INCOMPLETE] Reporting Status: [IN-PROGRESS] ADDENDUM 1 [NIGHTFALL]: After careful review of last night's mission report, it has come to my attention that Twilight's conduct has been highly inappropriate for that of a WISE agent. I recommend personnel changes be made for the ensured success of Operation Strix. ADDENDUM 2 [TWILIGHT]: Sorry, I forgot to save you leftovers. ADDENDUM 3 [NIGHTFALL]: That's not what I meant, and you know it. ADDENDUM 4 [HANDLER]: He's married. Also, thank you for the leftovers, they were delicious.

Part I

A cacophony of sounds emanated from the Forger house as Yor frantically tried to get things ready for what was sure to be a total disaster.

In just a few hours, guests would be arriving for an impromptu dinner party that she had no right organizing in the first place. It wasn't her call to make, not without consulting her husband first, but...she went and opened her big mouth anyway. Now she was suffering the consequences for it, and not just her, either. Yor looked up through the window above the kitchen sink as she desperately went about getting things ready for the evening's festivities. Loid and Anya stood by the door as they started to put their coats on. The latter had her school backpack on, though in lieu of books and pencils it was instead filled with a change of clothes and some toys.

"I'll be back soon to help set up," Loid called out to her. He went to gather his hat and gloves. "I already called the Blackbells' nanny and told them I can't stay long."

"Ok," Yor replied meekly. Half of her wanted to tell him not to rush. The other half desperately wished to ask the opposite of him. "Please be careful you two."

"Bye mama!" Anya looked over at Yor as Bond came up to sniff her goodbye. "Have fun with your party tonight!"

The Forger matriarch couldn't help but to frown. "You do the same at your friend Becky's...do everything her parents tell you, okay?"

"I will!" Anya replied back. She smiled brightly in anticipation at her upcoming sleepover, though it waned the longer she stared up at her mama.

Yor had no way of knowing her daughter was reading her mind. If she did, it wouldn't have made her feel as guilty when Anya suddenly ran around the corner and wrapped her arms around her leg in a tight embrace. That wasn't to say she didn't appreciate the gesture; if anything she desperately needed it at the moment. It's just that she assumed Anya's hug was less out of fondness and more out of pity, though in the end she accepted it all the same. Yor knelt down and pulled Anya in close as Loid waited by the door with a well-hidden smirk on his face.

"Love you," Anya smiled encouragingly, eyes closed in content.

"I love you, too," Yor teared up a little. She squeezed her daughter tight. "I'll see you tomorrow."

They held each other for a moment. Though she didn't want it to end, Yor ended up being the first to let go. She smiled at Anya before the little girl waved and skipped off towards the door. Already turning the knob to leave, Loid let their daughter out first before turning to his wife. He said nothing, but gave a small, comforting smile to her before exiting. She nodded as a silent thanks before watching him leave, and it soon became just her and Bond. The Forger hound sat there with his tail wagging, and he looked up at Yor with an expectant look on his face.

Yor glanced down at the dog and sighed. "Well, Bond...time to get back to work."

Bond said nothing back, as was to be expected.

/*\

"You're joking, right? Not even a housewarming party?"

A familiar face; the deadpan look of an unimpressed Camilla, though to Yor she seemed just as pleasant as ever. If only the poor girl knew what every other woman working at city hall knew, which was that Camilla loathed her with a(n admittedly waning) passion. No one had the heart to say anything though, which was mostly why they stayed silent as Yor revealed to them that she and Loid had never had a get-together at their house before. Individual people, of course, but never more than one person at a time.

"Er, well...no?" Yor's lips squiggled. Was that a bad thing?

"Really, Yor, you're hopeless!" Camilla shook her head, exasperated. "Don't you and your husband have any friends?"

Yor blinked. "Well, of course we do. You, for starters."

Camilla's jaw dropped as the other women snickered behind her. Yor continued. "And I suppose that includes Dominic, as well? Also Loid's friend Franky, and his co-worker Fiona, and-"

"-Alright, alright, I get it!" the blonde woman grumbled, waving Yor off. "Fine, you have friends. So why then haven't you hosted before?"

Yor frowned a little. She knew why; it was because Loid was always tired and she was terrible in the kitchen. If there was going to be party then he would have to do the cooking, and Yor didn't have the heart to ask that of him. Not when he had so much on his plate already (pun unintended). Still, Yor could see where Camilla was coming from. She had been nice enough to invite her over to a get-together at her house, while Loid and herself had never shown the same courtesy back. It was rude, and not to mention suspicious.

Couples invited people over for dinner, right? So then, what would people think if she and Loid never did?

The more Yor thought about it, the more she realized her attempts at playing house were falling short again. Yor looked up at Camilla, Millie, and Sharon, and all of a sudden she felt self-conscious. They seemed to be waiting for an answer that Yor couldn't give them, or at the very least one she refused to share; that her marriage was a sham and she didn't know the first thing about entertaining guests. It was the truth, but they weren't meant to know that. All Yor could do was think about what her husband would do in her situation. What would Loid's response be?

He'd make it happen. One way or another, he'd pull through like he always did.

"W-well," Yor stammered. She flinched a little. "Why don't you all come over this Saturday?"

The other women paused, most of all Camilla. The three of them threw glances at one another, suddenly finding the spotlight reversed on them. They seemed to have a wordless conversation amongst themselves, while at the same time Yor kicked herself for opening the door to her home like that without talking to Loid first. He liked his privacy just as much as she did, and the weekend was one of the few times he got to relax (and even then it wasn't guaranteed). Yor's head started to slowly spiral; what if he got called into work, or she suddenly had to take a contract-killing job on short notice? This was a bad idea. She had to rescind her offer, and fast-!

"-Do you want us to bring anything...?" Camilla asked reluctantly. It almost looked like it pained her to say it out loud, mostly because it did.

Yor froze. The worst case scenario had come to pass, even more so because she had brought it upon herself. She stood there as three pairs of eyes stared at her once more, only there was no going back this time. The window of opportunity for backing out had already passed, and the only thing Yor could do was try her best to swallow the quickly growing lump in her throat.

"...N-no," Yor shook her head. She gulped. "...My husband and I will cook something for dinner..."

/*\

"I'm a horrible wife," Yor lamented as she straightened out her white polka dot dress. "I never should have agreed to this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Yor," Loid eased. He closed the oven door and threw his mitt onto the stove top. He turned towards her. "There's no reason to beat yourself up."

Yor frowned. Loid sighed. They both looked to the clock on the wall next to them and immediately came to the same conclusion; their guests were fashionably late. A quarter past six and no one had shown up yet, but that ended up being more of blessing than anything else. Loid had gotten held up at the Blackbells' a little longer than expected, and Yor had only just barely finished cleaning by the time he made it home. She at least had it to where all he needed to do was fix up the casserole for later; the rest of their home, from the living room to the bathroom, was immaculately spotless.

"So remind me again who all is coming?" Loid asked uncomfortably as he looked back to the kitchen. He was fairly certain there was enough food, but...

"Well..." Yor thought for a moment. "The girls, so, Camilla, Millie, and Sharon. Dominic as well, and he of course told my brother so Yuri's coming, too. And also Fiona-?"

Loid shook his head. "She won't be coming. Something came up at work and she won't be able to make it."

Some hostage situation at the embassy, last he heard. Nothing Nightfall couldn't handle, though it'd certainly take her the whole night to sort through it all. Tragedy aside, it at least worked in favor of Loid's dinner planning. Along with some easy-to-make finger foods, there would be more than enough to keep everyone satisfied. On top of that, they'd rearranged the furniture in the living room to open it up a bit more. They had also moved the dining room table up against the wall, and Loid even got a hold of a couple breakfast nook chairs (courtesy of WISE) for the counter at the kitchen window.

This little shindig of theirs was turning into quite the gathering. Loid smiled a bit at the thought, even as Yor continued to look up at him in dismay. He had half a mind to reassure her some more, but knew it would only fall on deaf ears. Instead, he took it upon himself to leave her for a moment to go digging in the pantry. He fished out one of the cheap bottles of wine they'd gotten for the evening's festivities. Yor immediately held her hand up to protest, though karma had come full circle to spite her. She didn't listen to Loid. Therefore, neither would he listen to her.

A moment later and he arrived with a glass in his hand, filled halfway with blood-red courage. "Everything will be fine."

"I know..." Yor replied weakly as she took the wine glass from her husband. "...I just feel guilty for dragging you along with all this."

"Hey, we're a team," Loid reassured her. He smiled again, and Yor's face became flushed. "You just focus on enjoying yourself, and I promise it'll all work out."

For what felt like the first time that night, Yor gave a smile back. A small one, of course, since she still had a million things running through her head, but at the very least she gave Loid the response he was looking for. Yor closed her eyes and took a sip and, as if her husband had been right all along, there came a knock at the door immediately after. Yor paused; she quickly tried to swallow her wine in order to answer it properly, though Loid was already opening the door by the time she had composed herself.

They both figured it must have been Yuri (since he was usually quite punctual), but Loid's face fell flat as someone else came into view. "I hope I'm not late!"

Shaggy hair. Scraggly chin. A stature half that of Loid's; the man glowered. "Franky, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here for the party, of course!" Franky gave a stupid grin as he held up another bottle of wine. "I didn't get the invitation, but I figured you must've forgot!"

"...Right, of course," Loid's eyes narrowed. He continued to glare while Franky grinned. "Must have slipped my mind..."

Stiffly, Loid stepped back to allow his friend entry. He looked to Yor as Franky shuffled in, and he shuddered to think what an unaccounted for guest would mean for her party. Surprisingly, his wife seemed pleased at Franky's presence. She set her glass down and gave him a proper greeting, to which Franky did the same. He placed the bottle of wine on the counter after shedding his coat, and immediately made a b-line for the bathroom. The door shut behind him as he made his pit stop, leaving both Forgers alone again for a moment.

"I'm glad Franky could make it!" Yor smiled.

"Likewise," Loid added flatly. He shook his head in dismay.

"Next time I'll be sure to remind you to invite him," she added while grabbing his arm.

Loid relented with a smile to his wife, though the inside of his head was working overtime trying to sort through possible scenarios for the evening. It's not entirely that he didn't want Franky there (part of him truly didn't), but the less he mixed up Twilight's affairs with Loid Forger's the better. Not even taking into account just what a bad idea inviting an SSS agent into his home was, having Franky and Fiona there would have thrown a whole headache of problems into the equation. Nightfall could have handled herself well enough, but Franky...

He prayed to whatever god above that the little fool could behave himself. Just for one night.

All Loid could do was have a little faith, though that wasn't really his M.O. He'd try not to worry in the meantime, but would continue to keep an eye on Franky for the rest of the night. He eased up on the guy once he emerged out the bathroom and approached him and Yor for pleasant conversation; his initial terseness passed, and the three of them actually got on well enough for a time. For how long, specifically, Loid couldn't say. Before any of them knew it, there came another knock at the door. This time Yor was the one to answer.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, Yor!" an impassioned voice cut through their home, and Loid knew right away it was Yuri. "I got held up at work and missed my train!"

"That's okay, Yuri, so is everyone else!" Yor smiled, and Loid did, too. She was letting the guest situation roll of her shoulders, which was good.

There was a shuffle at the door as both Briars came inside. Yor took her brother's hat and coat, and he smiled pleasantly at her in silent thanks. The moment his head swiveled in Loid's direction, however, that pleasantness quickly took a nosedive. Yor was none the wiser, of course, though Loid was more than aware of his brother-in-law's killer vibe. He smiled.

"It's good to see you again, Yuri!" Loid chimed politely. His smile grew as Yuri's turned even more.

"Loi-Loi," Yuri bowed his head stiffly in acknowledgement. Beside him, Franky cracked up at his friend's stupid nickname.

Yuri's eyes fixed on Loid and Yor's other guest. Likewise, Franky looked to Yuri. This was the first time either had met each other properly, though Franky was more than familiar with Yor's brother and his position as an SSS agent. Admittedly, it was a bit unnerving for Franky to be in his presence, especially with that...weird look he stared at him with. Loid had warned him about it multiple times; the dude was nuts about his sister. Him being friends with Loid probably didn't lend him any favors, so his opinion of him probably was at rock bottom at the moment.

Nowhere to go but up from there, right? "Hiya! The name's Franky, nice to meet you!"

Franky held his hand out to shake. Yuri glanced at it before looking back up. He offered no hand of his own.

"Yuri! Don't be rude!" Yor chastised her brother from behind. He cringed and glanced at her over his shoulder. "Franky's my friend, too!"

The Briar boy turned back around to find two smug smiles waiting for him; an obvious one from Franky, and a thinly-veiled one from Loid. Whether he noticed them or not, Yuri made no comment. He simply shook Franky's hand (reluctantly) and offered a halfhearted hello in reply. The two promptly separated and went their separate ways. Franky followed Loid into the kitchen while Yor stayed behind to talk more with her brother, and both groups kept up conversation for a time until another knock came at the door.

Camilla and Dominic. The pair entered, both carrying offerings for the party; a tray of enticing appetizers and another bottle of wine, respectively. The couple were met with multiple greetings and they offered their own before splitting up almost immediately. Loid showed Camilla into the kitchen while Dominic stayed behind to talk with Yuri. Franky joined everyone else in the living room, seeing as how there wasn't a lot of room in that tiny kitchen for three people. Besides, Loid didn't trust him in there, which was fair.

"Thank you for the food, but you really didn't have to go through all the trouble," Loid told Camilla as he dug into the cabinet for plates.

"Well, Dominic insisted we bring something, and it's a recipe I've been meaning to try out for a while now." She stood off to the side to stay out of his way.

"It smells great, can't wait to try it," Loid smiled pleasantly. A moment later and he procured the dinnerware. Camilla offered to take them into the living room for him.

Loid handed the plates off to her. Camilla turned to walk away, but paused as Loid spun around to gather his own appetizers. She shifted uncomfortably as she scanned him up and down; a nice dress shirt, perfectly sleeked hair, muscles, and an air of confidence that most men spent their whole lives pretending to have. Loid Forger had it all, and Camilla couldn't fathom just how in the hell Yor ever bagged such a hot husband in the first place. Seriously, how? It was downright frustrating just how perfect he seemed; the man could cook, raise a daughter, deal with Yor, and still seem nonchalant about everything. If she didn't know any better, Camilla would have said his and Yor's marriage was some kind of front for the mob or something. There was just no way...

"...Babe, you alright?" Dominic's head suddenly popped into the kitchen. "You're spacing."

Camilla jumped out of her skin and nearly dropped the tin, in no small part because she was caught red-handed thinking about Yor's husband. Luckily for her, Dominic didn't come to that conclusion. He smiled and waved her over and, after she shook herself out of it, Camilla followed him obediently towards the living room. The two of them dropped the food off on the dining room table on the way, which was joined by Loid's tin soon after. He stuck around to open some of the wine bottles, and Yor had half a mind to offer him help but ultimately decided against it. He was good at popping corks, and she would have honestly just gotten in the way.

Yuri, Camilla, and Dominic stood off to the side and chatted. Franky kept Yor company until Loid appeared a minute later, and the three of them sat gathered around the coffee table while they waited for the other guests to eventually arrive. So far, so good, Yor thought to herself as she scanned her apartment. Wine glass in hand, she let out a poorly hidden sigh of relief. At that point, Loid smirked. He must have been thinking the same thing she was, at least that's what Yor assumed. He leaned over the table to pat her shoulder comfortingly, and she flinched at his touch (out of habit) before quickly relaxing. Her husband was right; just enjoy the evening, and everything would work out fine.

She nodded to herself and took a sip of wine, and a small smile tugged at her lips soon after.

/*\

Millie and Sharon arrived stag together soon after. With Franky taking up the baton for Fiona, everyone Yor had invited ended up coming. Bond was promptly kenneled in Anya's room (with plenty of food, water, and a bone) and the party was in full swing. 

Loid started to drop off plates in front of people, and he couldn't help but be thankful that Handler had secretly requisitioned him the extra chairs. It was just enough for everyone to have a seat, though he distinctly remembered her shaking her head initially at his request. Not that she wouldn't do it, but more to do with the fact that he was going native, as she had so eloquently put it. A dinner party for his wife's friends? The higher-ups would rip them both a new one if they got wind that Twilight was blowing agency funds again over something stupid.

Regardless, she wrote it off as a business expense for an upcoming mission.

Handler always was a sucker for parties.

Loid just needed to save her some leftovers, which was easy enough. A couple missing appetizers and a suspiciously absent square of casserole were tucked safely away in his fridge for his boss. The spy game could get weird sometimes, and vicarious party attendance was just one of those things that agents did to keep themselves entertained during missions. Usually that involved going out of their way to secretly acquire a bottle from the bar to bring back to a safe house or finding out a way to smuggle out a whole chunk of wedding cake without being seen by the bride and groom. It was a stupid inside joke amongst spies; that being said, Loid was no stranger to it. He fully expected the same from Handler the next time she attended a party for a mission.

"Thank you, Loid!" Yor beamed up at him as he pulled up the chair next to her. All the plates had been delivered, and he held the last one in his hands as he sat down.

"Yes, thanks for cooking. It looks great," Sharon added politely across from them. At her side, Millie echoed the sentiment while trying hard not to eat without everyone else.

Loid nodded and waved off their praise. Meanwhile, Yuri grumbled from his spot against the wall. He of course wasn't about to afford his brother-in-law any good will, though Franky next to him had more than enough for the two of them. He stared down at the food in front of him with big eyes and watering mouth; it was by far the best looking thing he'd seen in a long time. He wasn't necessarily the healthiest eater at home. Mostly his pantry was filled with noodles, cereal, and the occasional box of macaroni. This was a downright feast.

There was only one thing missing, and he almost forgot it before digging in. He hadn't eaten anything all day so he'd abstained up until then, but now was definitely the time for a tall glass of wine. He swung down from his chair and shuffled into the kitchen as the rest of the party cut into their food and carried on in conversation. Nobody paid him any mind, save for one man whose head immediately shot over when he noticed a familiar bob of scruffy hair struggle to uncork another wine bottle. Loid quickly excused himself with no one the wiser.

"No drinking," he stated firmly as he came up behind Franky and lifted the bottle from his hands. The latter spun around incredulously.

"Excuse me?" Franky guffawed. He held his arms out to the side to accentuate just how insulted he was.

"Do you remember what happened the last time you drank at my house?" Loid replied flatly. His voice was hushed. Their conversation needed to be quiet.

Franky considered for a moment. He genuinely gave it some thought before slowly shaking his head. "Er...no?"

Loid pinched the bridge of his nose. "You nearly blew my cover, plus you convinced me to spend thousands of dalc on a castle rental for Anya!"

"Hey, that was your fault for listening to a drunk guy!" Franky shot back, which only caused Loid's eye to twitch in annoyance. "Also, what are you talking about?! Yor's drinking and she's way worse than I am!"

"I can handle my wife. I can't handle both of you," Loid shook his head like a father reprimanding his child.

"She's your fake wife!" Franky whispered back loudly. "I'm your best friend! You're really just going to cut me off like this?"

Loid leaned over his so-called best friend. Their height difference was on full display, and Franky gulped. "This whole party was Yor's idea! It's important to her, and I'm going to make sure it goes off without a hitch. If that means keeping you dry for an evening, then so be it!"

Twilight made a brief reappearance; those cold eyes he was known for were suddenly aimed directly at Franky, and they got his point across loud and clear. With a reluctant nod, Franky agreed to skip the booze. Loid soon eased and nodded back before leaving to return to the other guests. That just left Franky alone by himself with an open wine bottle and a half-full glass on the counter in front of him. He grimaced at the thought of pouring it back into the bottle, a social faux pas if there ever was one. Dumping it certainly wasn't an option, either. Franky was never one to waste a good drink, regardless of the situation.

The newly-sober intelligence agent put his brain to work and came up with a quick solution; if Loid thought so lowly of him at the moment, why not prove him wrong? He was trying to score points with Yor (probably, he really didn't know why Twilight cared in the first place), so maybe if he helped make sure she had a good time then that might make him back off a little. Yeah, that's it! He'd pour the rest of the wine and treat her to a glass, then...well, he'd think of the rest later! His first priority was to make sure Yor was liquored up. Can't have a good party without feeling good, of course!

It all made sense. At least, it did to Franky, anyway.

With a smug grin, he filled the remainder of the glass. The bottle glugged in his hand until there was nothing left, and he promptly disposed of it before carefully curling his fingers around the cabernet meant for Yor. He focused intently on the red liquid as he walked, staring down at it to make sure that none of it came splashing out. Franky narrowed his eyes and suffered full on tunnel vision; for all the years he and Twilight had known each other, also taking into account what a connoisseur the latter was, it was a downright shameful how little Franky knew about handling wine.

Anyone who had ever carried a glass before knew to look forward when they were walking, not down at their hand.

Nobody noticed him at first. He scooted into the open room and crept up while everyone was eating and talking. Yor had her back to the wall, and Loid's was towards him. All the better to surprise the Forgers with a kind gesture, Franky plotted. He let a sneer cut across his face as he arrived and cleared his throat, summoning his hosts' attention.

"Here you go, Yor!" Franky announced obnoxiously. All eyes turned towards him. He lifted his nose haughtily in the air. "I thought you might like a glass of wine-!"

-He suddenly stopped.

Not of his own volition, but because something had caught his foot and sent the rest of him reeling forward. Franky's eyes widened, and he looked down to find he'd tripped over one of Bond's stupid chew toys. He hadn't seen it before. It was too late to do anything about it. Already he was lurching towards Yor and Loid, and even if he caught himself from falling over there was no stopping the overflowing cup in his hands from spilling everywhere. Franky watched, captive, as cabernet rained over the one person Loid had done his damnedest to please that evening.

Yor sat helpless as her white polka dot dress suddenly splattered blood red. Warm liquid stained her and her clothes, and the rest of the party froze for a millisecond as what was happening still registered in their brains. Then, immediately after, Loid jumped up. Yuri and Dominic did so as well, while the women covered their mouths in disbelief. Yor stared down at herself in shock as her brother and husband clamored around her, though it was Dominic that ended up gathering all the available napkins to sop up whatever wine was left puddled around her.

Franky ultimately didn't fall. He caught himself at the last second, though he quickly wished he'd landed flat on his face and passed out from the trauma. At least then he could have been spared from Twilight's wrath; when Westalis' legendary agent quickly ascertained his wife was alright and promptly spun around, Franky could feel his soul being pulled out from his body. And the worst part about all that was, Loid wasn't alone. For the first, terrifying time, both he and Yuri seemed on the same wavelength. The two pierced through him with blood lust in their eyes. An SSS and WISE agent both teaming up to gut him; hell had certainly frozen over, and Franky felt the chill down to his bone.

"...Franky!" Loid menaced. He said nothing more. He didn't have to. The mere mention of his name alone was enough to make the agent quake in fear.

Yuri on the other hand was far more animated, though Dominic was at least on standby to forcibly reel him in. "How dare you spill wine all over my sister you q-tip-headed moron!"

"Hey now, it was an accident!" Dominic reasoned with a pained smile, even as Yuri tried to break free from his grip in order to pummel Franky's face into casserole.

"...H-he's right," Yor piped up reluctantly. Everyone suddenly got quiet and spun around to face her. "It's fine, you two. I'll just...have to rinse off in the shower real quick."

Loid paused. He looked at Yor to find her already standing up. She hid her face with a frown, and immediately Loid's heart sank. With a muted excuse me, she walked past Loid and the other guests on her way to the bathroom. The party watched in silence as she darted into the bathroom. No one made a peep, not until the door closed behind her; at that point, things picked back up exactly where they left off. Yuri went to rip Franky a new one. Dominic did damage control. Camilla and the girls mumbled to each other in hushed tones, and Loid was left standing there in the middle of it all. He stared at the bathroom, disheartened. He wanted to help, but knew there was nothing he could do at the moment besides keep the party going. He had to. For Yor's sake.

With a heavy sigh, he flipped on the switch once more. Back to being Loid Forger, the perfect family man.

With a fake smile and calm demeanor, he went about trying to put everyone at ease. Yuri was by the far the most difficult of the bunch to appease, but after much pandering (and an honest promise to kick Franky's ass later) Yor's brother finally calmed somewhat. He sat far off at the other end of the living room away from everyone else, and once he settled down the rest quickly followed. Conversation slowly picked back up, even more so once the sound of a shower being drawn came from the end of the hall. Yor was getting cleaned up. She'd be back at the party in no time, and the thought was enough to finally get things back in full swing. Franky was still the odd-man out, but Loid didn't care about that. The twerp.

New house rule, Twilight thought to himself as he went back into the kitchen to pour the ladies some more wine. No more WISE agents at social functions.

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond #becky blackbell #franky #yuri briar #camilla #dominic #sharon #millie #fricken everybody

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Not her - Jooheon scenario

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | FINAL

After the little argument between me an Jooheon, both of us concluded that we both didn’t reacted in a very good way and we agreed to act as if that argument never happened in the first place. Since then we both went back to our normal routines of life, him being a busy Idol and me being a normal student and part timer at a cafe. Despite Jooheon having a girlfriend, we both met as regularly as possible. Those meetings were alright like there’s no difference. Well I don’t like to lie and say that completely everything is just like before. The only difference is him and his phone.

His phone is laying constantly beside him, screen up. In the past his phone was either upside down, screen facing downwards or kept completely away. Mostly I don’t give a damn about how he lays his phone or where he puts it. My major problem with it is his girlfriend who is constantly asking him where he is, what he’s doing and with whom he is. She tells him to meet her whenever she finds out that I’m in his presence. Sure, if I’d be his girlfriend I’d also be mad when he’s around other women. But my second problem with her is the fact, that I really can’t stand her. At the beginning I really tried my best to get to know her. I know it’s important for my Honey that his Girlfriend and Best Friend would get along together. But this Woman told me right into my face that I should F**k off and leave her and him alone. She’s really rude towards me whenever we are alone. When the other members are around, she’ s acting extremely nice. But the worst thing about her, is that she talks bad about him, behind his back.

I went out with some of my friends from college, after our hunger was grabbing our attention, we decided to grab some food. I saw this woman with someone else, another men who was not her actual ‘boyfriend’. I wanted to sit far away from her, but one of my friends insisted to stay a little close, just to spy on her. I’m happy my friends know about the whole situation, or else I would’ve gone mad crazy if I woudn’t have told anyone in the first place. And then I heard Jooheons name thrown into the room. She made fun of him, like how naive he is and how his Aegyo makes him look completely stupid. I know his Aegyo can be annoying and cringey, but she talked about it as if it’s the worst and most disgusting thing in the world. She also claimed that she wanted a real man and not a big baby like him, she then continued and finished her rant with “It doesn’t matter anyway he’s an Idol, when our relationship becomes public. I can become an actress and can dump him right away. And we can be together afterwards. Until now, I can spend his money without worry.” Those words brought so much anger into my system, I was ready to jump on that stupid woman and punch her right across the face.

But my only option was, so I wouldn’t get a restriction order or go to jail, was to talk to Jooheon about it. I tried it and failed, he thought I was just jealous because he was spending more time with her and not me. I gave up after a while, excepting the fact he won’t believe me until he sees everything with his own eyes.

Now I’m here sitting with my personal psychologist Mr Yoo Kihyun. Who actually sided my side after he saw the true face of the snake. He understood my concerns and could relate perfectly.

“How was your meeting with Jooheon?” Kihyun made us both a cup of tea and sat down in front of me.

“The same procedure as always, me talking to a wall and him staring at his stupid phone grinning like a clown and leaving after 15 minutes.” I stated bluntly, not really looking in Kihyuns direction, rather into some random corner in the kitchen. Kihyun sipped on his tea humming in response.

“As bad as always.” cleared Kihyun.

“True, sadly we haven’t been meeting up that often anymore. I guess his snake wants more of him now.” my attention now on the hot tea.

“Jooheon has been on his phone throughout dance practice or left sneakily with the snake. The other members got really mad at him and nagged him about it. She visits us quit often and tries to flirt with the others, when Jooheon is not around.” Kihyun gave me daily updates about their schedules when the snake comes around.

A little gossip won’t hurt right?

“Are you talking about snake again?” The voice made itself clear, when Hoseok entered the Kitchen after his workout. He grabbed a bottle of cold water and his protein mix. Hoseok wasn’t a fan of Jooheons Girlfriend just like me and Kihyun. The other members weren’t on a good level with her either. All of them disliked her since they saw how she’s been playing and manipulating Jooheon. They acted as if they would like her, only for their rapper. Except for my honest ass, who couldn’t hold back her displeased attitude. When she bit I bit back. When she barks, I bark back. Simple.

And Jooheon is ~sorry but, he’s too stupid to see anything past his love-bubble.

“Who else?” Kihyun couldn’t hold back his sarcasm and took another sip of his tea.

“Have you told Y/N what happened at today's dance practice?” Hoseok sat down beside me, protein-shake in his hand shaking it.

“I was about to tell her when you walked in.”

“What happened today?” I questioned, my eyes switching between both men. Hoseok drank a bit of his shake.

“Well, she visited Jooheon and normally when you come over you bring food for all of us right? -” I nodded and Hoseok continued.

“She bought nothing, Jooheon whined like a baby, threw his aegyo over her and asked her why she didn’t bought something for us to eat. And stated that you always do that. She whined and said she didn’t had time to get something and rushed to him after work. Only to see him as fast as she could. Well that’s what she said. Jooheon became soft and forgave her. And was lovey-dovey with her until they left to have some ‘private-time’.”

“Ok she forgot food and what’s so bad about it? I forgot it sometimes too.” I clarified and stated that it’s not extremely bad when you forget to bring them something. These boys could get so needy when it’s about food, they should chill at some point. I know that they’re busy but others are busy too.

“When you forget it, you go and get us something without blinking twice. This woman actually, she whined that she’s too tired to go and get something and then claimed, she should take a break. She also said that she’s hungry and wants to eat. She requested from Jooheon, that he should go and get her something. Wanna know what he did?”

“He went didn’t he?” I continued.

“He did.“ I rolled my eyes as far into my head as I could. This boy is too naive and oblivious.

“Did he went alone?” I asked.

“No Changkyun went with him, against his will.” stated Kihyun.

“The worst thing was, that the moment Jooheon left the room. She started to cling onto Shownu-hyung again. Until he came back. Luckily, Hyung ignored her and kindly rejected her.” Hoseok wasn’t done with his gossip and continued.

I never saw Hoseok getting so worked up over a person. I mean he is one of the most sweetest person in the world. He’s a bunny after all. He would never talk bad about a person, only if they are the most toxic and disgusting people in the world, who deserve no respect. As he ranted, his voice got more stern and frustrated, it surprised me that he didn’t started to get louder.

“At least she didn’t cling onto you anymore.” Kihyun finished his cup of tea and made himself a new one.

“Do you think I’m not relieved myself? My biggest wish is, that she would leave us all alone. It’s so stressful with her.” Hoseok got more frustrated and drank more of his mix.

“Hoseok-oppa, please don’t work up yourself too much. She’s not worth it.” I laid my hand between Hoseoks shoulder blades and rubbed the spot underneath my palm. Trying to fix the tension in his back.

“Y/N-ah, when will you actually visit us at practice again? It’s been lonely without your visits.” Kihyun sat back down after making his cup of tea.

“I don’t know, I just wanna avoid meeting her. And I can’t read her mind and tell when she’s coming over. “ I kept my hand on Hoseoks back, letting it rest there for a while.

“Sad. Y/N-ssi, would you like to work out together, maybe tomorrow?” I looked at Hoseok after he stated his request.

“Sure, why not? Maybe I’m able to ease my mind from the stress that I have lately. I couldn’t bring up myself to work out.” out of reflex, I rubbed my palm against Hoseoks back again, looking straight into his eyes. They lightened up and his lips formed a smile.

“That’s great, Tomorrow? Changkyun wanted to join us anyway, should I ask him?” I nodded and let out a humming sound. Right then, Hosoek stood up to search for the Maknae.

“I’ll go ask him ok?” I nodded again, we both exchanged smiles before he left the kitchen and left me with Kihyun alone.

“We have to find a way to get rid of Jooheons Girlfriend, the longer they are together, the more Jooheon becomes a mindless slave. And maybe ends up in a scandal.” Kihyun was as concerned as me about Jooheon.

Kihyun and I spend the rest of the time talking about random things, not wasting any more braincells. By the time, Hosoek rejoined us in the kitchen. We talked and laughed together until it was time to make dinner.

Dinner was done fast and the rest of the boys except for Jooheon, went straight to eat, not questioning where he was. I sat together with them to enjoy the meal Kiyhun and I prepared. We all chatted a little, before we actually headed directly into the food. Shownu already stuffed his face, when the meal hit the table. We all were in our own world not noticing the missing male entering the dorm.

“Oh Dinner is done, come here Jagya ~ sit down. Hyung move a little so we can both sit down.” The moment I heard Jooheons voice, my head snapped right to his direction. Out of habit, I was about to offer him to sit next to me. But a stinging pain in my chest stopped me from it, after I saw a person I definitely was not ready to meet again.

“Jooheon, go get yourself and your guest a chair.” Kiyhun demanded that Jooheon should do something, since he came late for dinner.

“Hyung, that’s my guest, I should accompany her, why don’t you get a chair? Y/N-ah! Would you bring two chairs? Thank you!” Jooheon sat down taking two chairs that stood beside them. I said nothing and just did what I was told, if I’d opened my mouth, nothing good would come out. Yet I couldn’t hold back my unpleased expression, because of that I'm never going to play poker. I’m too easy to read. As I turned around to make my way to get the chairs. I heard someone standing up.

“Wait Y/N I’ll help you.” Shownu rounded the table and followed me.

“You don’t have to do that.” I assured him, but I was still thankful that I didn’t have to get the furniture by myself.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I just took this opportunity to get away from them. She got too close to my liking.” I could clearly hear the discomfort in his voice. Slightly becoming worried about the leader.

“I don’t know how to handle this situation, she always tries to come closer. Especially when I inform her to give me space or when I reject her approaches.” Another man frustrated by this woman. I sighed.

How I could I help you?

“I don’t know either, Jooheon is clearly too oblivious. It seems like he doesn’t want to see all the struggles you have with her.“ We reached the room and grabbed the two chairs.

“We have our fault too, we don’t tell him what we feel about his girlfriend. He seems too happy with her and we don’t want to ruin it. You know?” Shownu was right. No one could tell Jooheon that they disliked his girlfriend, they love him too much and they don’t want him to see him hurt. I actually came to my own conclusion to accept the situation, only for Jooheon.

Shownu and I returned to the others and sat down. Shownu actually stayed next to me, to avoid sitting next to Jooheons Girlfriend. The only inconvenience was that she sat right in front of us, across the table.

The dinner went pretty good, we were chatting a little, taking our time and enjoying the moment. In the corner of my eye I noticed that Jooheon kept whispering something into his Girlfriends ear. My eyes landed on her plate, it was empty. She wasn’t eating, Changkyun noticed my stare and talked for me.

“Hyejin-ssi, why aren’t you eating?”

“Oh I’m just not really hungry at the moment.”

Changkyuns eyebrows formed a frown and turned back to his plate and then at mine.

“Y/N-ssi here, eat some. Have you tried that Kimchi? My Mom made that for us.” The Maknae laid a small portion of Kimchi onto my plate, grabbed another dish and laid more on the same spot.

“Try these two together and your tastebuds will thank me.” I chuckled, I took my chopsticks into my hand and digged in until -

“I think you shouldn’t eat that, that looks too greasy and unappetizing”

That snake really got the nerve to criticize my babys creation !

I took a deep breath, letting it slide away. I forced a fake smile towards her.

“Thank you Changkyun!” I turned my face towards the man beside Minhyuk and shoved the combination into my mouth. Ignoring the disgusted face of the woman in front of me.

My eyes widened at the taste, a moan vibrating in my throat. My eyes laid on Changkyuns satisfied and bright smile.

“See? Where’s my praise?”

“My tastebuds are pleased!” I praised the Maknae, while chewing the content in my mouth, covered by my hand. Me and Changykun exchanged a fist-bump across the table.

“Y/N-ssi, try these too.” Shownu handed me another combination, I excepted it with a warm heart, thankful for their gestures. After finishing Changkyuns creation, I opened my mouth to let Shownu feed me. The bite too big, I had to throw back my head to let the piece slip into my mouth.

Another explosion of flavors, occurred on my tongue. This time a bit too hot, I breathed through my process of chewing. Letting cold air enter through my lips, to cool it off. All men were amused by my attempt of eating without spilling food out of the corner of my lips. When I had enough room in my mouth, to be able to talk, I opened my lips but shut them immediately after opening.

“Ew, don’t you have manners?” The womans face showed no mercy in holding back her emotions of disgust. I swallowed the rest in my mouth hard. Looking her dead in the eye. My heart was racing, I was mad, never did I build up a desire to spit into someones face. Shownu quickly noticed my anger and placed his hand over mine. I looked at him, speaking with my face.

Have you heard that?

He looked at me, daring not to say anything wrong, something I’ll regret later.

“Well excuse me miss, in future I’ll behave more decent and look after my table manners.” I flashed her yet another fake smile. When I got a weird look as response, I turned my attention to my plate, not feeling hungry anymore.

After we finished eating dinner, we stayed at the table talking about random stuff. I felt Shownu tugging a little on the hem of my shirt, asking for my attention. I gladly turned to him escaping the heated discussion between the Maknae line. His face getting closer to mine, avoiding to attract unwanted attention.

“I know you’re still mad but I need your help. I don’t know what to do” He looked sneakily down under the table, I leaned back to have a better view. She was brushing her feet against Shownus legs. My gaze landed on her, she looked innocent on the surface. But underneath that table, she’s a (enter swear word or anything that is insulting). She lifted her leg, her feet brushing against Shownus knees. She was reaching for his sensitive spot. I slapped her leg away, before she could reach higher than his knees. She snapped her head towards our direction, we avoided her gaze, looking in two completely different directions. I noticed Jooheons gaze, in the corner of my eyes. He saw my action, a confused frown plastered his face. His girlfriend reached to him, whispering something in his ear. His frown getting deeper, his eyes displeased by my sight.

I ignored him, turning my attention back to the conversation between the males next to me. Shownu leaned onto my back, his chin on my shoulder, trying to hear more of the conversation. I didn’t mind him, but someone else did. Shownu was too close for his liking, anger filled his chest, suddenly mad at me.

“How can people come up with those kind of things?” and after Minhyuks remark, our topic changed yet again from the new scarf Minhyuk bought his puppy, to Hoseoks new found Smoothie mix, to a comparison between my and Changkyuns butt. It then switched to one of  Jooheons cats throwing up into Hyungwons sneaker. Here we are now talking about kinks.

“Hyung don’t you have some type of kink too? Don’t you have something that turns you on unintentionally? “ asked Changkyun to attack his older friend.

“I don’t think so.” Minhyuk laughed a bit irritated at the Maknae. I was too irritated by the sudden changes of topics, that my mind went completely blank. No input, no information, all gone after one stupid statement. At this point I couldn’t follow the conversation.

“Y/N-ssi. Tell us what turns you on. What body part makes you - ”

“Yah Maknae! Don’t ask Y/N something like that!” Jooheon snapped and told Changkyun to back off, clearly not amused by that topic. His ears turned red, his breathing heavy, he looks like as if he’s embarrassed or really uncomfortable as if someone asked him that question.

“Jooheon, don’t get so feisty now, it’s just for fun.” Hoseok tried to ease the tension, that has been building up because of Jooheons outburst.

“I don’t think that this is supposed to be fun. Look at her, she’s clearly uncomfortable because of that.” Jooheon pointed at me, the others followed his hand that pointed towards me. My eyes widened, I straighten myself, clearing my throat.

“Jooheon, it’s really no big deal though.-” my face relaxed after I processed the situation and kept calm.

“And it’s not like I can’t answer for myself. Yes I do have some kind of thing that turns me on. It’s a muscular back, really well structured and strong.” I finished and turned to the others away from Jooheon. I saw Changkyun smiling, he then turned to Minhyuk and slapped his arm.

“I thought you like thighs?” Jooheon responded to my answer a little confused, but still mad.

“That too Jooheon.” He grabbed my attention and I let out a chuckle after seeing his confused face. He clearly wasn’t himself tonight, he was too moody and has too many mood changes in a few hours.

“So I that means Hoseok-hyung would be a perfect match for you, right?” Hyungwon laughed a little after his suggestion followed by chuckles of five other men.

“No he wouldn’t, he’s too muscular for her.” Jooheon now joined the conversation and argued with his other members. While his girlfriend was clearly mad at the attention I was getting from all the men in this room.

“Oh sorry, I forgot. Kihyun is her partner in crime.”

“Stop that’s not what I meant.” Jooheon amused us all. He’s too easy too tease, an easy target for amazing reactions. I tried to keep my chuckle low, but unfortunately, Jooheon saw my amusement and glared at my figure.

“Don’t you wanna say something Y/N-ssi?” he asked me and I shook my head in response. We all kept making fun of Jooheon, like old times. Forgetting that one person at the table.

She was furious, mad and jealous. She hated the moment, our interactions. Especially one person, the person who could ruin all her plans, the person who she needs to destroy, to ruin. The person who is everything to Jooheon, the person he loves the most.

This person was me.

#monsta x #monsta x sceario #monsta x scenario #monsta x imagine #monsta x imagines #monsta x reactions #monsta x reaction #jooheon #lee jooheon #jooheon scenario #jooheon scenarios #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #changkyun #monsta x scenarios

[tastyie]

Firefly

@chestnutisland

(A/N): I always wondered why Krillin calls Marron firefly, it seems kind of a random nickname for a kid. So here is my take on it. K18 one-shot, post cell pre buu

Our Firefly

“Alright 18, we have to do it today.” Krillin said waking up and rubbing the crust from his eyes. He was ready to get up and start the day off.

“We’ve already rescheduled with Bulma twice and we are lucky she is even doing it in the first place.”

18 had just opened her eyes.

“Lucky? Isn’t she one of your best friends, she isn’t doing it to help us out?” She said half awake.

“True, but there is no need to reschedule again. We have to go hun’.” He said, shortly after he ripped the blankets off of 18. Trying to wake her up while also exposing what they were going to see Bulma for.

“Don’t you want to know if our baby is healthy?”

“Yeah, I do. You’re right we should go.” She said

18 was 4 months pregnant and her belly is becoming bigger and more defined every day.

They were surprised to say the least when the couple found out 18 had a life growing inside of her. Once the cybernetic woman starting having repeating cases of morning sickness they were curious. Many calls to Bulma and Chichi and a home pregnancy test, eventually led them to founding out the news. 18 was shocked. She had no idea she could bare a child and she was really nervous about it. Although she had no one to blame but herself. Krillin kept on saying how protection during sex  was important so they didn’t have an unplanned child like this. 18 never understood his worrying when it came to that topic, she wasn’t fully human she can’t get pregnant anyways so why go through the trouble of buying pills or condoms. Well after a hand full of their unprotected adult endeavors Krillin’s warnings finally caught up to them.

18 went from shocked to being scared out of her mind, but like he always does Krillin was there to guide her through her inner turmoil and helped her realize how this was a blessing and it would only make them closer. She, or Krillin for that matter, didn’t know how to be parents but they damn well were going to try their hardest.

“Can you make us some Breakfast first dear?” The woman asked.

“Mmm I don’t know I’m still full from that huge dinner from last night.”

“Well sorry, You know I’m eating for two.”

“Ok I’ll cook you something to eat then I’ll call Bulma and see what time she wants us over.”

“All right you get started on that, I want oatmeal, toast and eggs. I’m gonna get some more sleep in the meantime.”

“Now wait a sec-”

“Thanks Krillin, love you.”

Before Krillin had the chance to rebuttal again she took back the blankets and covered her entire body with the thick cloth.

“Bu--- Okay fine be that way. But now I won’t make the eggs how you like them!”

He said opening the door about to walk out of it.

“Yes you will.”

“Yea...I know.”

And with that he closed their bedroom door and headed downstairs.

***********************

Breakfast was okay, 18 ate it in silence because Krillin went to go take a shower. Roshi was also out there but as soon as he saw 18 was going to be in there for more than 5 minutes he left. She had been at the island for 4 years now but they still weren’t on the best of terms Only talking when Krillin was still in the same room. Probably because Roshi kept on being his usual self around her. It was safe to say she didn’t care for that.

“Ok 18 are you ready.”

Krillin came down stairs and saw that 18 was in deep thought, she didn’t even notice him at first.

“Is something wrong 18?”

“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about this leech inside me.”

“Hey don’t call it that! It's not a leech it's a miracle.”

“Yea, yea I know. But I was just wondering about it. Is it developing well enough, what gender is it, how being a mother will be. Stuff like that.”

“I do too honey, 24/7. Just talk to me whenever about it when you want. We are in this together.”

“I know Krillin. Thank you.”

“Good we can talk about anything you want while we are in the jet car. Speaking of which Bulma wants us there at 10:30 so let’s get going.”

“The jet car is too slow can’t we just fly?”

“No no no! I can’t let you fly when you’re 4 months pregnant!”

“Fine, you can just carry me then.”

“Uh, I guess that will work. Shouldn’t be any strain on you or the-”

“Can you go get my shoes from upstairs Krillin I’m ready to go.” She cut him off.

She found it best to just interrupt him when he was babbling on about stuff, she liked to cut straight to the point anyways.

**********************

They didn’t really conversate on the flight over to Bulma’s, due to the high wind messing with their ability to hear. At least they were close and could just feel each others embrace.

They landed safely and walked into the main lobby of capsule corp building. They saw the receptionist.

“Ahh hello!” She greeted them. “Mr. Krillin and Mrs. Eighteen, Bulma is waiting for you in the…”

She seized talking because 18 just straight up walked past the desk without even pretending to notice the woman talking. She just didn’t really like talking to new people, it was just best to ignore them when she could.

Krillin knew this and usually had to cover up for her.

“Sorry ma’am, she’s just nervous about the ultrasound.” Krillin defended.

“Oh I see, I can imagine then.” She said with a smile, she didn’t blame 18 for her actions.

“Well Mrs. Briefs is in the medical building in Wing E.”

“Thanks, sorry again. Have a good day!”

“No problem, you too!”

He had to do a light jog to catch up with his wife. For a pregnant woman she sure did walk fast.

“Do you know where you’re even going?” He blurted while catching up.

“Med building Wing E, I heard her.” She said matter a factly.

“You forgot to say something to her 18, you have to at least say hello.”

“Sorry, I’m working on it. You know I’m not a people person.”

“It’s ok. Let’s just focus on what’s about to happen.”

The still newlyweds made their way down a series of hallways and walkways until finally they made it to the destination.

“Why does she even have a hospital?” 18 asked.

“I don’t think its a hospital, they just invent test medical equipment. Like the ultrasound she is gonna use on you today.”

“Wow i feel so honored.” She uttered with the utmost of sarcasm.

After they asked one of the many people in scrubs walking around where Bulma was the duo finally found her. Sitting in a room looking at a monitor.

“I see you guys finally made it.” The blue haired woman greeted them while still focusing on her monitor.

“Bulma are you even trained to do this?” 18 asked, the thought never crossed her mind.

“I’m the smartest woman on the planet, and I’ve been prepping for the last two weeks. I’m confident this will go without a hitch!” She said proudly.

“Ok.”

Bulma first weighed Krillin’s wife then started asking her a handful of questions before she got to the main attraction. Some of them professional, like how is she eating, are her feet swelling, is she putting any strain on her body, but most of them personal.

“No I do not have any maternity clothes!” The cyborg said kind of getting annoyed.

“Well after we check on your baby we HAVE to get you some. You’ll thank me later.” She responded.

18 thought about and maybe it would be good to listen to what Bulma was saying and it would be beneficial to get to spend more time with her. After all Bulma was just trying to help and she was friendly and she has been pregnant before. She also will probably pay of all of these clothes she was talking about it.

“Ok, I would like that.”

She actually said yes? Krillin thought to himself.

Wow she actually said yes, I was just fishing there. Bulma wondering the same thought as Krillin.

“Uhh, yea. She didn’t want to waste money on clothes she wouldn’t wear anymore after a year. She’s just been wearing my clothes mostly.” The short man said picking the conversation back up.

“No worries. I’ll pay, my treat.”

“Thank you!” They both said.

“Ok one last question.” The interviewer spoke up.

“Is this one relevant to the situation at hand unlike the last 5 you asked?” The interviewee asked.

“Yes, I swear. I just need to know if you guys are still having sex while this baby is inside of you.”

Krillin’s face heated up so bad it looked like he had a fever and 18 just looked straight pissed.

Bulma continued to speak.

“I’m serious guys, just tell me.”

Krillin decided to speak up about it.

“Uh, we stopped when she found out about the baby, we didn’t want to hurt it in anyway. So that was two months ago probably?”

18 nodded confirming that was the correct answer.

“Alright, well good. See for most people it’s perfectly fine to have intercourse while pregnant. But in your guys’ case I can’t recommend it. Since you guys don’t have normal strength it might injure the baby. But don’t worry. I can speak from personal experience after all the waiting the feeling is amazing. Vegeta and I---”

18 cut her off.

“Ok we get it. I really don’t wanna hear about you and Vegeta’s sex life.”

“All right then. Just lie down and lift up your shirt.”

She took Bulma’s orders.

“Alright this will be a little cold, but nothing you can’t handle. Let me just run one last test to make sure everything will run smoothly.”

It was cold, but in the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter. She was here realising what was about to happen. She was going to get to see the first glimpse of the life she was raising inside of her.

Krillin could tell she was thinking negative thoughts so he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s gonna be ok.” He whispered. “You’re strong, you can do this.”

She smiled at him, he always knew just want to say.

Bulma grabbed the transducer probe and placed it where the gel was.

“Just so you guys know for context, the only difference between this machine and one used for regular ultrasounds is that this one detects your android parts and ignores them. This way they won’t interfere with the anything….Speaking of which, here is your baby!”  

It was kind of surreal to the two of them. It was just a blue blob with a black background, but it was filling them with so much emotion. How could they love something they just saw for the first time.  They wanted to protect it, hold it, spoil it, they couldn’t wait for it to be truly alive.

18 had to blink away the tears.

Heh. 18 tried to distract herself so the water didn’t fall from the eyes. If 17 was here he would tell me my human was showing. I would tell him we are more human than machine anyways, might as well embrace it.

“It’s ok to cry hun’” Her husband interrupted her inner thoughts. He could tell she was on the verge.

Bulma did notice what was going on, but she chose to let them have their moment without interfering. It was between them.

“I’m ok now, Bulma tell us we are looking at.” 18 said regaining her composure.

“Well here is the head, the arms, legs, and I’m pretty sure I can make you able to hear its heartbeat. But first want me to tell you want gender it is?”

“Yea that would be great, right babe?” Krillin got excited but then remembered it should be up to his wife.

“Of course.” She said.

“Alright let's see here, it looks like its….a...girl!”

The married couple started to rejoice. To be honest they didn’t care what gender it was, they were just happy to finally know what they were expecting. However their joy subsided once the machine started to make a noise.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

“Uhh…” Bulma stuttered. She didn’t think that would happen.

“Bulma, what is that.” The ex-monk asked.

Before Bulma could explain what was happening the monitor started flashing warning signs.

Then the craziest thing possible happened. 18’s bloated stomach began to emit light, it started to glow from the inside.

“That doesn’t look right.” The blue haired woman said.

“BULMA WHAT THE FUCK!!!” 18 screamed, fearing for her and her baby’s life.

“BULMA DO SOMETHING!!!” Krillin also screamed, fearing for the same as 18.

“Ok ok, remain calm so I can think.”

Bulma was ineed frazzled and was turned and started to press many buttons on the ultrasound machine. She uninstanctfully dropped the probe on accident. It fell to the floor. Luckily this caused the glowing to stop.

All three of them sighed in almost unicent.

“Bulma what the hell just happened?!?” 18 snapped again.

“Well remember when I said this machine was designed to not detect your inner android parts? It did and when the sound censor in the probe detected it the part started to light up. That is the jist of what happened guys. I can ensure that everything is ok with the baby and with you 18, all the mechanism inside of you did was light up a warning because a sound wave hit it. Some sort of defense protocol, and the only reason it glowed at all is because of your bigger stomach area.”

“Ok, thank Kami.” Said Krillin.

“Sorry guys…” Bulma sounded defeated.

“If we are both fine then don’t sweat about it. It was just a scary experience that’s all. It’s kind of fitting though, sometimes, now that Krillin is with me i forgot I’m part machine. But I won’t forget it anytime soon.” 18 spoke up.

Krillin leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Bulma that was very sweet but still felt incredibly embarrassed.

“I’m gonna fix this now and get it over with for next time, how about you guys go get some lunch from my mom in the meantime. Then after I’ll take you to go get some maternity clothes.” The bluenette pleaded sounding very guilty.

“Alright, let’s go Krillin. Thanks Bulma.” 18 said

“I swear it’s nothing to worry about, and congrats again guys.” She said. “I’ll come find you two in an hour.”

******************

Krillin went to go get some sandwiches that Panchi made and met his wife outside.

“Man that was crazy.” Krillin said sitting down next to the love of his life.

“I’m just happy everything is ok. I can’t blame her though, she couldn’t of known.” 18 said.

“Hopefully the next visit will go smoother. How scared were you?”

“I thought someone had wished the bomb back in me and...I don’t want to even think about it.”

“Oh 18 that is awful.”

“Yeah I know. What was going through your mind?”

“At first it was about losing the baby. But now all I can think about is how your stomach looked like it had a really big firefly in it.” Krillin chuckled scratching the back of his head.

She smacked his forehead.

“OWW, guess I deserved that.”

“You did.”

“I kind of like that as a nickname for the baby. Firefly!”

“Hmm, yea It’s kinda cute.”

That’s it

Thanks for reading, k18 for life. Thanks to @chestnutisland for running chestnutfest. Was writing this in advance but saw you had a free day planned so i decided to submit it for that.

#chestnutfest #krillin #android 18 #k18 #fanfiction #dbz

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Reworked DOTW 15 part

Falling back to sleep after showering, Eren was rudely awoken by the sound of his phone ringing. Messages chimed, but annoying phone calls rang. Keeping his face against Levi's pillow, he blindly reached out, finding something that wasn't his phone. Confused, he picked the small object up and brought it to his face, but as the sun had barely risen, he couldn't see a thing, dropping it lightly to his pillow before he stupidly fumbled his lamp on and blinded himself. Closing his eyes, he counted to 5 before opening them. That fucker. Levi had bought him the little dolphin figure he'd liked the day before. The glass object was only about 4 centimetres or so, but the blues of the glass was like nothing he'd ever seen. Now the shark he'd chosen for Levi seemed stupid and lame. The alpha had bought him two beautiful gifts... while he didn't even know if Levi truly liked what he'd gifted him. Careful to place the dolphin back where it had been, he grabbed his phone, scowling at the missed call from an unknown number. That was all it took to ruin everything. He'd forgotten about Zeke. He'd dropped his guard completely and had forgotten. How.. how could he forget his own brother? Oh... fuck... Levi had stayed. He hadn't even thought about the danger Levi could be being placed in. He'd... he'd just wanted him to stay and he had. Why did Zeke have to call? Why did it take just one missed call to know everything was going to go to shit? He'd found a good alpha. He knew Levi was a good alpha. He was kind, and sweet, and felt so horrible over what had happened in the car. Why did he have to choose between his brother and the alpha who finally made him feel safe. The alpha who held him, and reassured him, even without knowing everything. Everything about Levi's touches we different from all the other alphas in the past. He never raised his hand to hurt him. He never kicked him or yelled at him. He didn't tell him he had to be good. He didn't tell him he was fat, or that he was eating the wrong thing. Working himself into a mess, he couldn't calm back down. He didn't want to... he didn't want to leave? God. Why? He'd wanted Zeke to come back so badly, so why was it that the thought of leaving all this hurt? Hanji and Moblit were both so kind. They'd taken him in, like it was just a natural thing to do. Like he wasn't a complete stranger. Like he wasn't broken and damaged. They both went out their way to make him feel welcome. To take him to his therapy appointments. To pay for his medical bills and to arrange the follow up appointments he needed for his ankle. They treated him so fucking good... and all their friends had been nice to him. He had Marco too... he didn't have to worry about Reiner or Bertholdt. He didn't have to about awkward situations, and hiding them from Zeke. He... he'd become such a bad omega... so selfish and jealous. Zeke was right. He kept making mistakes. * Forcing himself not to message Levi nonstop was harder than expected. He'd thanked Levi for staying with him, in response to his messages that "he'd gotten home" and that "he'd made it to work"... but tried not to message him back right away. Zeke had made it clear by not calling him back, that he wasn't impressed and needed to stay away from Levi. He hated it. He hated not talking to Levi. He knew the alpha would be thinking he'd done something wrong, when he hadn't. With that and with work being even worse than before, the omega was a wreck when Hanji and Moblit finally got home Sunday morning. The first thing he did when the door opened was rush into Hanji's hold "Eren..." "I missed you" "Aw, we missed you too sweetheart. Didn't we, Moblit?" "Yeah. It's good to see you. The house looks good" Eren sniffled, Hanji walking him backwards into the lounge room, before the pair of them fell onto the sofa in a tangled mess "God! It's good to be hooooome" "It is?" "Yeah! Moblit's family home is crazy" "Moblit would have to be used to it, to put up with you" Hanji cackled, tickling his sides "Excuse me. I'm only a little crazy" Eren was stuck doing a weird laughing cry, trying to push Hanji off "Ok! Ok... I take it back" Stopping the tickling, Hanji slumped against him, leaving him to rearrange them so Hanji head was in his lap "So, what happened while I was gone?" "Nothing much... mostly working. It's so quiet here without you" "Aw... we're home now. I can yell as much as you want and need me to" "I know. I missed you so much" "Well, we don't intend to go anywhere for a looooong time" "Good" "Now, why were you crying when came in? What happened?" "I just missed you" "Mhmm. That's why your eyes are all red and puffy" "I was crying because I was happy you were coming back?" "So you and Levi didn't have a fight" "What?" "A little birdie told me you two went on a date" "It... Hanji..." He couldn't even bring himself to say it. He didn't know how to say it all out loud, but it fucking hurt. He missed Levi "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Nothing bad happened, did it?" "N-no. It... it was perfect" "Then what's wrong?" "I just feel like something bad's going to happen" "Levi won't let anything bad happen" "Zeke... he'd get so mad" "Well, Levi and Erwin are coming for dinner tonight. So you better think about what you're going to say" "I've got work" "You couldn't get the night off?" He had a feeling that if he asked for the night off, they'd just fire him "I had Wednesday and Thursday off" "I guess we'll be having dinner without you. Now, I want to hear all about this date" "It... Levi was nice. The perfect gentleman" Hanji giggled "I can't picture it. He's usually all like "This place is fucking disgusting. Ugh. Is there somewhere around here I can wash my hands? No, we're not eating here. You don't know what they put into things. What are you taking stupid photos for?" or something" Eren shook his head "He wasn't like that all. We took photos and had lunch there" "You took photos? With Levi? Like... Levi's in the photo?" "Y-yeah?" "Aww. He's so into you" "I... miss talking to him" "Zeke or Levi" "B-both... but.... I just... I don't want Levi getting hurt" "He's a big bad alpha who can handle himself. Now... you said there were photos?" "In my room... I... I don't know how to get a copy of them" "A copy? You mean you want to print them out?" "Yeah... I don't have any photos. I never have. Even with Zeke" "Right. Go get your phone and we'll figure this out" "You just want to see them" "Of course I do! Did he stay the night? Oh my gosh, did you two do it?" "Ewww no! He only stayed because he had work at 4" "And?" "And what? We didn't do anything" "Not even kiss" "A little" "And where did he sleep?" "Next to me. It was nice" "Look at you! I really am happy for the both of you" Eren wished he could be happy for himself again, but he couldn't stop thinking of Zeke. If Zeke took him away, would Levi forget all about him? Would he find himself a new omega? "What are you two talking about?" Sitting on the sofa's arm, Moblit placed his hand on Hanji's shoulder "Eren and Levi went on a date" Moblit raised an eyebrow "A date?" "To the aquarium" "I didn't know Levi had it in him. Did he complain the whole time?" Eren shook his head "No" Hanji giggled at Moblit's clear shock "I'd say Levi has it pretty bad for our Eren. Eren was just about to go get his phone so we could see the photos" "Wait, you even got photos?" "I don't know why you're both so shocked... he's always nice to me" "We're not saying Levi isn't nice, it's just we've known him a long time and this is the first time we've seen him acting like this. He never usually likes things like dates, or public places. He's not that great at dealing with people" Ummm... Levi dealt with people everyday. He saved and help people. The alpha didn't love shopping, but they'd still gone out and done that. Maybe he was just putting up with all of it because he knew Eren was kind of useless on his own. He'd never have been able to go food shopping on his own, and Levi had even stayed when he'd nearly freaked when getting his hair cut. Alphas with scissors just wasn't ok "I'm just saying, he really cares about you. Now go get your phone" Retrieving this phone, he found Moblit had moved to the sofa, leaving a space for him between the two adults. Sitting down between them, Hanji grabbed for his phone "Hey, how am I supposed to see?" "It's not my fault" "You told me to sit over here" "And you're the one who listened. Besides, Eren wants to get a copy printed, so I need to do that first" Moblit lent around him "Don't you need to go to camera store for that?" "Nope. Most department stores have an online print option now. I'm just going to sort it out, then I'll share" "Wait? You're going to see all my photos?" "I promise not to look at the naughty ones" "I. What. No! There's nothing like that on there. I was wondering if you could do my birthday photos too" "Yep. No worries!" Hanji seemed to know what she was doing. With her phone out, she swapping between both devices with practiced ease "You can stop looking so worried. I'm waiting for your photo library to load, then I can select all the photos" "Umm. How long is this going to take?" "Probably a little while. You've got heaps of them" "Then do you guys want me to make you something to eat?" "I'm fine. I'm more excited about these photos" As long as Hanji stayed in the photo bit and didn't check his calls or texts, there shouldn't be a problem... Mid-whatever she was up to, Eren's phone started ringing, tilting the device towards him, the woman frowned "Do you know that number?" "No. I've never seen it before" "For some reason, it seems familiar" Soooo Hanji might know whoever was on the end... "Are you going to answer it?" "I don't like taking calls if I don't know the number" That didn't stop Hanji. Answering the call, she raised his phone to her ear. Whatever was going on, it didn't sound good. Hanji explaining to the caller who she was, before confirming something and ending the call with a frown "Who was it?" "The police. Were you working Tuesday morning?" "Yeah... I got home about 6am" "The police want you to come down the station to answer some questions" "What? Why?" "They didn't say" What was so special about Tuesday? They'd finished up, cleaned up then he'd gone home "Eren, did something happen?" Moblit's voice was soft, yet he was sure he heard a hint of accusation in it. It was probably just his anxieties, whatever it was, it pissed him off "No. Nothing" "If something did..." "Nothing happened! I don't know why they'd be calling me in" "Ok, just calm down" "How am I supposed to calm down? I haven't done anything and you're acting like I have!" Hanji placed her hand on his arm "No one is saying you have anything to do with whatever this is. They probably just want to eliminate you from whatever enquiry this is" "They wouldn't be calling me if they didn't think I had something to do with it" He wasn't supposed to be making trouble! Now he was in trouble with the police! What the fuck was he going to do? If Zeke found out... "Hey, trust me. It's all going to be ok" "I think I'm going to go up to my room" "You don't have to" Eren shook his head. Moblit already made it clear he thought he had something to do with whatever had happened, while Hanji was acting like there was a strong possibility. He hadn't done anything! He'd done his job! He'd danced. He'd cleaned. He'd grabbed his stuff out his locker and he'd headed home. He hadn't done anything! * Hanji looked frazzled as she opened the door to Levi and Erwin. Not at all like she'd just taken a week off work "Hey guys, come on in" She even sounded exhausted. Slipping in past her, Levi was highly conscious of the fact the last time he'd been here, he'd fallen asleep in Eren's arms "Everything alright?" Nodding, she lead them through to the kitchen, where Moblit was hovering behind the counter, also looking exhausted "Yeah. Just had a little drama with Eren today. He's locked himself in his room and refuses to come out" Erwin frowned, the tall alpha leaning against the kitchen counter "That doesn't sound like him" "Neither does him stealing money, but that's what happened. He said he didn't do it, and I'd like to believe him, but I don't know anything about the strip club scene" Levi couldn't help but feel annoyed that she wouldn't believe Eren. He didn't seem the type to steal, and why would he need to? "Do you want me to try talking to him?" "No. He's pretty upset. It's best we just leave him alone for now. His boss was at the police station when we went in. The arsehole started yelling at Eren and blaming him for the theft. By the time he was taken through for questioning, he was nearly having a panic attack. Then they wouldn't let anyone go in with him, got him so upset he finally did have that panic attack. They took his finger prints, though he swears he knows nothing about it" "All this for a little bit of pocket change?" Erwin sounded just as angry as he felt "Yep. Five hundred dollars. He swears he didn't take it" Wait... $500... "Levi? What is it?" "Nothing" "Levi, do you know something?" "Maybe..." Was this his fault? Did Eren take the money to pay him back sooner? To make him like him more? "Levi, if you know something, we need to know" Fuck. He might just be dropping Eren in the shit here, but if the kid did steal it, Hanji would have a better idea of what to do "Eren paid me back. The day we went to the aquarium. He said it was his money from dancing before he came here" "When we brought him home, he didn't have any money" Moblit placed down the pot of pasta he was about to strain "So you think he stole it?" "I don't think he did. But Moblit, where else did he get the money?" Hanji sighed heavily, rubbing at her face. Erwin piped up, being the voice of reason "He saw Zeke right? Is it possible that he gave him the money?" "I doooon't know. It doesn't seem like something he'd do" "Did the police say anything else?" "No, and Eren's boss fired him on the spot, promised he'd never work as a dancer again. All the usual bullshit. Like he's not worth the trouble. Omegas are worthless. Eren was so upset, he couldn't tell us what they asked him. I tried telling that he has anxiety, depression and PTS. They didn't even try to listen" Clearing his throat, Levi rejoined the conversation "I'll talk to him" "I don't know, Levi. I know he thinks the world of you. I don't think he even wants you to know. He was so mad... he started yelling before he locked himself away " Probably because no one listened to him or believed him... not that he'd made things better by mentioning the fact Eren had paid him the same amount of money that had been stolen "Look, go ahead and serve dinner. I'll go see what I can get out of him" "If you upset him, I'll kick your shin" "Moblit, contain your wife. Erwin, make sure she doesn't get into the tequila while I'm upstairs" "What if I want to get into the tequila?" "Then you're on your own. Alcohol isn't going to make any of this better" Knocking on Eren's door, he could hear the music playing inside. Knocking a little harder, the music paused "Go away!" "Eren, its Levi" "Go away!" That little shit "We need to talk" "Why? So you can blame me for something I didn't do!" "Just open the door. We can't yell at each other like this all night" "Fine" It took a few moments, but Eren opened the door for him. The omega looked a wreck. His eyes puffy as snot ran from his nose, while his pained scent had filled the brat's bedroom "I didn't fucking do it" "Hey, I never said you did" No. You just strongly implicated him to the people who are like family to him... "Hanji and Moblit did. My boss did. The police did... I didn't" "Eren, why don't we sit down" "I don't want to fucking sit. I want to scream" Eren's whole room was trashed, it looked like her hurled absolutely everything that could be, other than the small blue dolphin that sat on the bedside table "Fine. If you didn't do it, who did?" "I don't know!" "You have no idea who took five hundred dollars" "No I don't! Have many times do I have to tell you?!" He could see Eren thinking about the exact way he'd phrased it, a look if pure disgust morphing his features "You think I did it!" "You gave me $500" "From working! When I was working at the old club!" "Eren, you didn't have anything when you moved in" "Zeke gave it to me!" "Did you tell Hanji or Moblit?" "Tell them what? That my over controlling brother broke into their house, and told me to say here. Told me he'd come back if I'm good, and let my money I had hidden in my bedroom here! Or that I just got fired from the second job Zeke got me! That he called me and arranged everything?! What should I be fucking telling them when they don't even listen?" "Zeke gave it to you?" "It was mine. I had it hidden away in the apartment so Reiner and Bertholdt didn't fucking find it! You really think I would fucking steal to pay you back?!" "Eren..." "No! I can't believe this! I thought you'd listen, but you're just like them! I didn't take the money" Wrapping his arms around his waist, Eren sank down. He'd well and truly fucked this up "I just wanted to get your side of things" "I might be stupid, but even I know what you meant. If you didn't think I might be involved, you wouldn't have said how much it was. That money... that was two years of working my arse and saving every little bit I could. When I got my tips, I'd swap them over for full notes on the nights Bertholdt wasn't behind the bar. Then when I had notes, I'd save them and swap them to fifties. Five hundred might not be anything to you, but for me, that was every fucking dollar, and I wanted to pay you off because I didn't want that to be a thing! But you're just like all of them! You don't fucking care! I can't believe I really liked you!" "I..." "Get out!" Stepping closer to Eren, the omega fell back on his arse, letting out a howl of misery "Get out! I don't want to see you!" Grabbing what was closest, Eren balled up a hoodie and threw it in his direction "Get out! Get out! Get out!" "Eren, I didn't say you did anything. I just wanted to understand what happened and why you had to go to the police" "You alphas are all the fucking same! I thought you were different. I was stupid! Zeke was right! I'm a bad omega... he should have left me to die. I wanted to die..." Levi's blood ran cold at the thought of Eren being dead. He didn't want Eren dead and didn't want him being this upset. Out of all the ways he could have approached this, he'd gone and put his foot in it. Ignoring Eren not wanting him there, he sank down and wrapped his arms around him "Let me go!" "Eren" "I don't want to see you" "Eren" "You thought I'd done it. Why? I told you where the money came from. Why wouldn't you believe me?" "I had to ask" "No you didn't! You could have believed me, but you didn't!" Starting to drive heave from how worked up he was, Eren continued struggling to push him away "I'm sorry!" "I don't care! I don't care anymore... just go..." "Eren" The omegas voice dropped, whispering with finality "Go" Heading back downstairs, Levi dragged his feet. That could have gone so much better. Eren hated him now. Every little bit of trust they'd built up had been broken. He knew the omega wouldn't just steal money, so why hadn't he just kept his mouth shut "Levi?" "He thinks we all blame him and that we all think he's lying" Hanji's eyes filled with tears. Despite dinner being served, they were all standing around the kitchen counter still. Pulling her close, Moblit rubbed Hanji's back "I fucked up" "No, he was already upset. Did he tell you anything?" "Zeke's been here. In the house. He came and saw Eren, dropping off the money from his old job. It was his savings from two years working there. He used to convert his tips to bigger notes" "Zeke's been here?" "Yeah. He also lined Eren up with the new job" Hanji let out a groan "I'm so stupid!" Stepping out of Moblit's hold, she shook her head "I think I know what happened" The three male alphas looked at her in combined confusion "I'm glad someone fucking does" "Eren had been crying before we came home. He said it was because he'd missed us, but then when I was talking to him about your budding relationship, he said he was scared something bad was going to happen, and he was scared Zeke would do something to Levi if they took things any further. We know Eren's been talking to Zeke. If Zeke told him to stay away from you and he didn't, he could have done all this so Eren lost his job. He had to know the club owner to get Eren the job, how easy would it be to manipulate him into claiming a robbery and pinning it all on Eren" "So what? Because Eren wants to date Levi, Zeke's trying to get him in trouble?" "Probably. Possibly. If he knew Eren had paid Levi, now would be the best time. You said he's been in the house?" "Yeah. Eren said so" "So he knows the house alarm... then with Eren paying you, and being accused of stealing, the kid thinks everyone has turned against him. Now would be the perfect time for Zeke to take him back. He's had his heart broken by all of us" "I think you should go apologise to him" Eren was only going to cry more if Levi tried. He'd really fucked up, and was nearly on the verge of tears himself over it all. If only he hadn't specifically said "five hundred dollars" Hanji nodded, her face determined "We all should. And we should talk to him about Zeke. He can't be breaking in, and we can't let him continue to manipulate Eren like this" Moblit pinched the bridge of his nose "Then what do we do? Eren said Zeke is dangerous"

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Anatomy of a Lie [Chapter 4]

A/N - contains mentions of abuse, mild smut and continued creepiness!

Chapter 4

It had been a week since the night at the motel and Jason and Matt were avoiding each other like the plague. They were both still being hounded by a mysterious text messenger and neither of them knew what to do about it. ____________________

Matt was in his office when his phone beeped to alert him to an incoming text. Whenever he got a text these days the hairs on the back his neck stood to attention. 

Times running out Dr Lent. Quit with all the lies, own up to what you did. Or Naomi will find out the truth about who you really are - Anon. 

‘What did I do?’ He groaned loudly and put his head in his hands. The real question was more what hadn’t he done? He pulled the sheet of folded paper out of his pocket and stared down at it. His list of lies, the biggest ones at least. He’d managed to narrow them down to seven which he didn’t think was too bad. But now he had to work out which one he was supposed to be confessing to.  

Dad’s abuse

The death of the dog

The hooker

The night with Him

Alex

The party (Courtney)

Where I spent the night before Jason’s wedding

Looking at number five he shuddered a little. He didn’t even realise Jason had known Alex let alone slept with the guy. He’d been pretty much a nobody in their first year of med school before he’d seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. Seemingly. Matt wasn’t even sure why he’d kept Alex on his list, sure that was probably his biggest lie to date but there was no way this anonymous knew about that. He scowled to himself and quickly scribbled out his name. That left six lies. He didn’t even really know where to begin. He started at the top. He thought about his dad, about his mom and most importantly his brother. Surely this couldn’t have anything to do with that? It had been years since he’d even spoken to his brother, surely it wasn’t him behind this? Right now Matt didn’t know what to think. His eyes trailed to the photograph on his desk of him and his parents and his brother. Matt was about six in the photo which would have made his brother four. He looked so innocent. He had no idea what was to come. As he stared at the photo, he was transported back to Florida, and a much darker time. 

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Matt’s Lie List no.1 - Dad’s abuse 

The first time I noticed something was going on I was fifteen and Charlie was thirteen. We were at the dinner table, mom and dad were chatting between them about god knows what. Charlie reached for the potatoes and as he did his sleeve rolled up a little, just enough to reveal the bruise on his wrist. The bruise was unmistakably shaped like a hand. He must have noticed me staring because his eyes flicked up and landed on mine. His face paled and he pulled his sleeve down quickly and averted his gaze. I should have said something then but I didn’t. I let it slide. I’ve never been the best big brother. Over the next year I noticed the odd bruise from time to time. I kept telling myself the next time I would say something, ask him about it. I didn’t. I was good for nothing back then. I was spent most of my sorry life high and all I really cared about when I was sober was getting more weed. My little brother’s problems weren’t my problems. I assumed it was just some kids from school anyway and I was sure they’d get bored eventually. I just tried to bury my head in the sand to be honest. I just ignored the fact there was a problem. By the time I found out what was really going on it was too late. I couldn’t do anything about it. My dad had something on me, something big. I couldn’t do anything even if I wanted to. A few weeks after my sixteenth birthday I’d been at a friend’s house getting high. Normally I’d crash for the night but I didn’t feel too bad so I decided to drive home. Big mistake.

I didn’t see the guy walk out in front of my car until it was too late, my reflexes were slowed and I didn’t hit the brakes in time. For as long as I live I’ll never forget the sound of his body hitting my car bonnet. The worst part is, I didn’t stop. I just kept driving, leaving the guy lying in the road.

By the time I got home I was crying. My dad was up, I knew because the light was on in the garage. I should have gone to my room and never said a word to anyone. I didn’t. I’m an idiot. My dad and I have never been that close, my dad’s a big burly man’s-man which I’m not. I’ve always found it hard to talk to him. But I needed to talk to someone. I cried on his shoulder and told him what had happened. He helped me, he got the car fixed before anyone would realise it was damaged and he said if anyone asked I’d been working in the garage with him all evening. My mom didn’t need to know, the cops didn’t need to know. I was so grateful for his help, I had no idea it would end up costing me. Or I suppose costing Charlie.

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I was seventeen, it had been over a year since the hit and run and dad had kept his word and never told a soul. I checked the news obsessively at the time and I never heard anything about it so I guess the guy must have been ok. I was meant to be crashing at a friend’s that night but I went home instead, clearly nothing good comes of me returning home when I’d planned otherwise. I still have no idea where mom was that night. The only light from the house when I got home was from the garage. I assumed dad was working on something and I was going to head straight to my room and leave him to it. But then I heard the scream.

Without thinking I ran towards the garage and flung the door open. I wish I hadn’t. My dad was stood in the middle of the garage standing over a much smaller figure on the floor. The person on the floor was crying and screaming in pain. It was Charlie.

Charlie looked up from the floor and our eyes met. His eyes were large and spilling over with tears, I bet my eyes were scared. I broke the eye contact and looked at my dad. He scowled at me.

'Get out of here Matthew.’ He spat at me. I looked back at Charlie. He was holding his arm and grimacing in pain.

'Dad what’s going on?’

'I said get out of here!’ He raised his voice and Charlie whimpered. I swallowed, fear filling my body. I was scared that if I didn’t do as he said I’d end up like Charlie. So like a coward I left with my tail between my legs. I heard the door slam behind me and then I heard my brother scream again. It was all clicking into place now. The bruises I’d tried so hard to ignore over the years, I knew where they came from now. I stopped briefly and turned back in the direction of the garage. I should do something. But I didn’t.  

Charlie was taken to hospital with a broken arm. The air in the hospital room was tense between the four of us. My brother kept catching my eye and it felt like he was begging me to do something. I’m his older brother, I should protect him. But then again so should our dad.

'What happened Charlie? Please talk to me.’ My mom gushed, asking the same question over and over.

'It was an accident mom, I already told you.’ Charlie looked at me, that begging look in his eyes again. Mom must have seen him looking at me because she turned to look at me now.

'Matthew,’ she eyed me up. 'Did you do this to your brother?’

'What? Of course I didn’t!’ I shook my head, my voice frantic. 

'I would never!’

'Do you know who did?’

I looked back at Charlie. He bit his lip and a small tear rolled down his cheek. His eyes were saying, 'please, please help me.’

I looked at my dad briefly and then back at my mom.

'Well I-’

'Matthew,’ my father cut me off. 'Can we have a word?’

It wasn’t a question, not one with more than one answer anyway. He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out into the hallway before I had chance to respond.

'Why would you do that to him?’ I sniffed feeling tears in my eyes. 'He’s your son!’

'He’s a no good little shit.’ My father spat. 'And you will not tell your mother what you saw.’

'If I don’t say anything you’ll keep hurting him! I can’t let you do that.’ I went to push passed him and go back in the room but he grabbed my arm again to stop me.

'If you tell her Matthew I might just have to tell her about something I was unfortunate enough to know about.’ He folded his arms and smirked dangerously at me.

'What do you mean?’ I frowned feeling scared.

'The hit and run Matthew. I was good enough to keep my mouth closed for your sake. You owe me.’

'This is different! He’s your son!’

'He’s nothing to me.’ My dad clenched his jaw. 'You will keep your mouth shut or I will tell her what you did.’ Without another word dad shoved me out the way and went back in the room. I followed sheepishly behind him.

'Well Matthew?’ My mother looked at me in impatience. 'Do you know who did this to your brother?’

I looked at Charlie who was still begging me with his eyes. I should have let my dad tell her the truth to save my brother. But I didn’t. I’m a coward and I couldn’t have my mom finding out what I did. Even if it meant my brother suffered because of it.

'No idea mom.’ I shrugged looking at her briefly before turning back to Charlie. Another tear rolled down his cheek and he looked away from me. In that instant, my relationship with my brother was destroyed beyond all repair.

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That night Matt called Jason and told him to meet him at the Blue Swallow. He needed to take his mind off things and what better way than with an illicit affair? Jason had been more than happy to oblige, it was easy enough for them to both tell their wives they had to work late.

Matt was straddling Jason, the foreplay hadn’t lasted long because they both needed this too badly. Matt rolled the condom over his length and pressed his head against Jason’s hole briefly before he started pushing inside. There was less pain than last time, it was mostly just an overwhelming pleasure that filled Jason’s body. He moaned as Matt’s dick filled him up. Matt clearly had something on his mind, Jason could tell by the way he was a little rougher than last time with him. He didn’t make eye contact with Jason either. Jason had things on his mind too but he’d been hoping this would help take his mind off them. Their affair had only just begun, had it grown stale already?  ____________________

They came and Matt pulled out and got rid of the condom.

'I’m going to Florida for a few days.’ Matt told Jason as he got his clothes back on. Jason was buttoning his shirt and he turned to look at him.

'When?’

'Tomorrow.’

'Weird, I’m going to Atlanta for a few days tomorrow.’

'Oh.’ Matt pulled his jeans on. 'What for?’

'You know…family stuff.’ Jason shrugged.

'Same.’ Matt pulled his t-shirt over his head. 'I should go.’ He put his hand on Jason’s shoulder and placed a brief kiss at the corner of Jason’s mouth. 'I’ll call you.’ Matt said and then he was gone. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he headed across the parking lot of the motel. New Picture Message from Unknown Number. He ran his fingers through his hair as he unlocked his phone. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the picture. It was a picture of two sets of feet hanging off the end of a bed. Whoever took the photo had to have been in the room. And Matt knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that was his and Jason’s feet from not long before.  

Matt looked back over at the motel room he’d just exited just as Jason was stepping outside. First Anon had followed him here and taken a photo from outside and now they’d snuck in the room? How had Matt not heard them? His skin crawled at the thought of someone being in that room with them as his eyes met Jason’s. Jason had a similar look in his eye that Matt imagined he had in his. Fear mixed with confusion. He saw Jason’s phone clutched in his hand, was it possible Jason was getting messages too? Matt hadn’t even considered that possibility. He thought about asking him but he didn’t want to risk it in case Jason didn’t know what he was talking about. Matt would rather keep this to himself anyway. He could handle this, he didn’t want Jason to think he couldn’t. He looked away from Jason and back at the phone in his hand. He’d been so scared seeing the picture he hadn’t seen the message sent with it. 

See just how close I can get without you knowing? Maybe you should be spending less time fucking your bit on the side and figure out what it is you should be repenting for. Dr Lent let me assure you I am not playing games, I will tell your wife everything if you don’t work it out - Anon. 

Matt had to hope going to Florida and facing up to his past was what was the anon wanted. Hopefully in a few days this would all be over and he could sleep easy again. But for some reason, Matt highly doubted it. For some reason, this already felt as though it would never be over.

#pearlet #pearl liaison #violet chachki #jason dardo #matthew lent

[thesecretlifeofmerribethc]

MY GOODNESS. WHY AM I SLACKING :’( sorryyyyy

OK wow, last post was April 8!!!! Disappointed in myself. Yes, I’ve been lazy.... and not just in posting here, but in life in general :P anyway, here I go playing catch up, AGAIN.

4.9.19 - got up late and prepared dad's shake n stuff. At like 4:30 ish manong came and I drove him to school taking the side streets. Chilled in the parking lot for like 20 min then we left. Ate dinner at Ikea and then from there I drove and took 275 home! It was a nice, smooth drive lol (PTL I drove like 7 pm, almost 8). Got home and marv and i watched the first episode of OPM season 2!!!!

4.10.19 - got up late again. Prepped dad's stuff as usual. Thought I was gonna drive/go to the gym with manong but he changed his mind lol. Went with mom to pick up Marvin and Manang. Was gonna walk at the park but it was cold and windy so we went home. Got home and took out the trash from the basement along with the usual trash. Painted in the dining while waited for mom to cook the milk fish. Watched get smart while painting.

4.11.19 - guess what! Woke up late again lolll. Ate tinola with mom and dad, then washed dishes, then got ready to get Marvin. Got Marv and then Manang and then went straight to HFMH to visit today Agnes. She got discharged just in time so we drove her home on our way to prayer meeting but before that, she treated us out to taco Bell. Got home after stopping by 7-11 and withdrawing money for my BLS class tomorrow. Also filled the tires with air. Did 1.5 miles on the elliptical then I drove manong and I to Meijer to get some stuff. Now I'm homeee

4.12.19 - Woke up early and manong took Marvin and I. Dropped Marv to school and then manong and I made our way to the Health Strategies building in Taylor for my BLS. It was raining! But also, finally got to see Danielle!! <3 It’s been so long, and she lost weight! Anyway, passed the multiple choice (25 questions, open book) with 100% lol. After the BLS manong picked me up and we went to Subway where he did a store. I ate a flatbread club with bacon then went to the car where I watched a lot of Conan vids (with Steven Ho). After that we went to Starbucks but then it was busy so we didn’t stay or buy anything. Decided to go to tim Hortons on Eureka, across from Aldi and we had coffee and donuts. Sat there for a good hour and a half or so then I drove from Tim Hortons to Tropical Smoothie. Got a Mango something and only paid $3.49 (or well manong paid lol). Thankfully it was Happy Hour (from 5-7 p.m. M-F) so in total our drinks were like $7.50. After that I drove from Topical Smoothie home. Got home and then manong and I walked around the neighborhood. Didn’t have power at home so we decided (mom and I) to go walk in the park and then go to Ne’s afterwards. Manong stayed home to finish his art project, so manang drove us to the park on Hall road. Walked for a good hour then went to Ne’s. Had corn beef for dinner and just chilled there until almost 2 a.m. Also ligo there too. Manong came around 9 or 10? But yeah, long day!

4.13.19 - Went out for lunch for manong’s bday at IKEA. Got a plate of meatballs. Didn’t walk around as much or buy anything. After IKEA, manong went home because he had to rest and get ready for dinner with his friends. The rest of the fam and I went to the filipino store where marv and I just stayed in the car with dad and watched conan vids. Manang bought a bunch of pancit canton but was paid by PJ and Si to get them lol. Dad then went to 7-11 and I helped him wash the car. After that he and mom dropped the 3 of us to Southland where we waited for our friends (Josh, PJ, and Jovel). At the mall I bought manong boxers and socks for his birthday xD (it was all I could afford). Waited for a while for Jovel, but once she came we rode in her car and went to Mcdonalds across the street. Only got a cup of water and a cheeseburger, but shared the fries and chicken nuggets. After that Marv and I rode with PJ, while manang rode with Josh. PJ and us stopped by tropical smoothie and he bought Marv and my drink which we shared. Got to Daen’s and Si was there too and watched TV before playing MP7 (PJ and I were SO close to winning if I had only rolled a 4 :(((( ). Then we played Jackbox. It was so funny. Left Daen’s at like 1 a.m.

4.14.19 - Manong’s birthday!! I drove to chase bank lol. Church was good. Only had Johanna as my student. It was a long women’s meeting. Played with the kids, specifically Paul, Johanna, and Eireen. We were taking turns hiding Johanna’s toy and looking for it. But before that I was watching Kaleb. We also watched COCO. After that, manang and marv rode with mom and dad, while I drove with manong. I drove from church to West rd. Took 696 to 75 all the way. Stopped by the bank and then Mcdonald’s, where I treated manong to an ice cream cone. Got home and rested. Manong left and met up with kuya Jeff. He’s gonna start working out and doing a meal plan! So proud of him. :)

4.15.19 - Walked with mom, manang and Marv for a good 50 minutes. Stopped by Target real quick. I bought water, then went to Bath and body works to redeem my free lotion. Noticed my earlobes were itchy and found out I had like a bump kinda like a mosquito bite. It was red and inflammed, and blistered... mostly on my right earlobe. My left wasn’t that bad... it was more like a dot. It definitely got a reaction from wearing the clip on earrings I got from the women’s conference. So weird tho because I know the earrings are from Avon, and avon claims all jewelry is nickel-free but idk!!! I definitely got a reaction. Didn’t get a reaction from my black earrings but prob cuz they’re stainless steel. So yeah, I’m suffering from itchy ears. Been cleaning and applying aquafor and neosporin.

4.16.19 - Stayed home today (like didn’t go with mom to pick up Marv and manang lol). Did the usual stuff, prepare dad’s shake, coffee, lunch and uniform. Cleaned the house and made myself a 2 glasses of protein shakes lol. Folded my clothes while watching Ponyo. After that I watched Ant Man and the Wasp with the sibs and mom and it was actually really good! I enjoyed it lol

4.17.19 - Walked with mom, Marv and manang. Stopped by Aldi after that, then GFS, Meijer for pineapples and sushi, and Walmart. I did most of the stuff since the sibs were tired, like gas up the car, get the pineapples, get the groceries in Walmart, push the cart at Aldi, etc. Oh when mom was at GFS, Marv treated manang and I for coffee at Tim Hortons. The lightning was very bright today too on our way home.

4.18.19 - Dad and I watched the fight scene in Wakanda to the end from Avengers: Infinity War. Then we watched Scenes from Get Smart. lol Dad and I went to get Marv from school. Manong picked up Manang. Painted Mob and Saitama. Then I played Stardew Valley (yeah marv downloaded it for me on his PSVita lol). Went with dad to Walmart and got some groceries. Came home and baked the pizza and it was okay lol. Made myself a fruit smoothie!

4.19.19 - Woke up early today to drive manong to his work in Plymouth (on N. Sheldon rd near Einstein bros). Took 275 to 96. Getting more confident although I make some little mistakes here and there. Once we got to the Subway I stayed in the car for like an hour or so and played more stardew valley lol. Then I got money from manong and walked to Wendys where I got a 4 for $4. Then I got coffee at Einstein bros. Then I walked to Busch’s. Walked around then went back to the car. Manong then drove and we went to Marshalls in Canton for manong to buy clothes for tonight’s Good Friday service at Taylor. Got home then I went straight to my room to start preparing for sunday school stuff. Then I ligo and got ready. Wore the yellow shirt manong got me from Marshalls. Left the house at 6:20 and got to Taylor. Members of our church were there on time too! The Cruz’s, Salamats, Duculans, tito boyet and tita Ana were there. The service was long, but good. Loved the preachings by the different pastors on the 7 Sayings of Jesus. Dad had the last saying (Father, into your hands I commit my spirit) and he did a wonderful job. Ne was also there and she sat with us in the pews. Ate and then talked with Caleb and Hannah. Then went upstairs and talked to kuya karlo.  Left and went home. I was soooo tired. Dozed off in bed with my makeup still on. Got up around 12 a.m. and washed my face and brushed my teeth.

4.20.19 - Woke up ate 8 am!!! Ahhh. Drove manong to school. Took 275 to 94. Stayed in the car but only for like 20 minutes because manong forgot he didn’t have class today for the holiday. Drove manong’s classmate Jim, who’s an older, retired senior, home. Then we went to Belleville. Stopped by dollar tree where I got stuff for sunday school. Then we went to Walmart and Aldi. Stopped by Wendys for me so I could eat (4/$4) and then home. Once I got home I went straight to bed. I was soooo tired. Woke up at 3:30 and dad was getting ready for work :(( Chilled in the living room while mom cooked. Ne came and she brought desserts. Ate and talked to Ne, then I went to hem my jumpsuit for tomorrow. Then I prepared my sunday school stuff. At 6:30 the sibs and I left. I drove to Panera bread in woodhaven while the boys went to Planet fitness. Manang and I had good conversation in Panera. She bought us coffee, a big cookie, and a bagel with cream cheese. Left panera (manong got us) at 8:20. Went to Target and then home. At home I played piano, then folded clothes. Mom had her nails done by manang. Then I finished preparing my stuff for tomorrow. Re-hemmed my jumpsuit, though I think I’m gonna re-do it again tomorrow :P lol. Helped manong find the right key for tomorrow’s P&W. Now I’m about to sleep! Goodnight!

Life, I’m lovin’ it, Bebet

[studyoing]

question tag thing

tagged by @studywithbread thankyou soosos much!!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:

1. Drink: hot chocolate 2. Phone call: grandma 3. Text message: ‘WOW’ from my friend bc i ditched science excursion to catch up on much needed schoolwork whoops (and i was a bit sick anyway so) 4. Song you listened to: listening to taken for a fool by the strokes rn but the laast one dræem girl by no vacation i think? 5. Time you cried: a few days ago bc i missed the bus (i hate getting dropped of by my mum?? idk why?? think bc i feel self conscious walking into school when there are lots of people but other than that i dont cry v easily

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: nope 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: on the cheek & not really? it was year 1 8. Been cheated on: apparently my grade 1 bf cheated on me jerk 9. Lost someone special: yup 10. Been depressed: yup 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: blue, green, orange/yellow

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yeah i’m pretty sure! 16. Fallen out of love: idk what ““““love”“““ is so  17. Laughed until you cried: yes but it’s kind of scary hysterical crying laughter so  18. Found out someone was talking about you: yea this girl my group is friends w straight up said she hated me sosos much in grade 8 & 9 (reminds me of the fact a lot actually thanks) 19. Met someone who changed you: yep, both bad n good but mostly bad 20. Found out who your friends are: nope! 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i don’t have fb anymore but when i did, like 99% of them 23. Do you have any pets: 2 cats & a dog 24. Do you want to change your name: nah my name is ok  25. What did you do for your last Birthday: man i can’t remember.. o wait i went to the movies and literally 1/4 of the ppl i invited showed up and noone from my current group hahahhgashgfsdjggkd  26. What time did you wake up: a little before 9?  27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping i think 28. Name something you can’t wait for: leaving school & moving byebye 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my looks? might actually have decent friends orrr like... mental health OR grades 31. What are you listening to right now: no music, but my fan is on and sometimes the cars outside are loud enough to hear 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes a few 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: stepdad 34. Most visited websites: tumblr and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh netflix

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: yeah a few 36. Mark/s: a cat scratch that will probably be there forever 37. Childhood dream: when i was a kid and we had that ‘write down what u wanna be and paint a picture’ thing in kindergarten i drew a person and wrote ‘i want to be a person’ and tbh... me 38. Hair color: light brown? ‘brown like u rolled in mud’ 39. Long or short hair: on me or someone else? both is cute 40. Do you have a crush on someone: kind of idk  41. What do you like about yourself: uh. long eyelashes 42. Piercings: probably not 43. Blood type: idk man 44. Nickname: ains and uhhh well my grade 8 history teacher still calls me ash bc he’s convinced my name is ashley 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: libra 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: uhhh freaks and geeks or scrubs or futurama or lots

49. Tattoos: none and idk if i’d ever be able to commit to one so!

50. Right or left hand: right handed but hopefully ambi one day?? 51. Surgery: never thankfully 52. Hair dyed in different color: nope 53. Sport: none but definitely wanna do a martial art does that count 55. Vacation: not really besides school trip to germany and a few close to home 56. Pair of trainers: uhh u mean my favourite?? probably my breaking black n white nikes theyve taken me to germany and singapore and like everywhere else

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: bagel crisps rn aka my favourite thing 58. Drinking: nothin 59. I’m about to: finish a poem 61. Waiting for: dinner i guess 62. Want: to finish my english speech 63. Get married: maybe?? (if i even can) but like idk... marriage seems so final lol 64. Career: uhhhhhhhhh legit no idea

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: idk but hugs r nice 66. Lips or eyes: lips? i dont pay much attention to eyes so lips i guess 67. Shorter or taller: depends but i wouldn’t wanna date any guy shorter than me :/ 68. Older or younger: uhh i’ve only ever dated guys younger than me bc theyve always been in my grade and i was kept down so younger than everyone else but i’ve almost dated a few older guys it’s ntb 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: uhh idk i don’t like either of mine 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: uh idk a bit of both

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: nope 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yep 77. Turned someone down: yep 78. Sex on the first date: nope 79. Broken someone’s heart: apparently 80. Had your heart broken: i don’t think so  81. Been arrested: nope 82. Cried when someone died: yah 83. Fallen for a friend: probably

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: no im the most unreliable 85. Miracles: i guess 86. Love at first sight: uhh idk man....there was this cute guy at fish n chip shop once....... 87. Santa Claus: nope 88. Kiss on the first date: yeah i guess so depends

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: idk anymore 91. Eye color: blue/grey idk depends on how u look at it 92. Favorite movie: no idea but i liked a bunch of childhood movies and i like... actually maybe secret life of walter mitty 

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE:

sorry i keep tagging u guys in stuff u dont have to do it @coffeeandnotes @honestlysstudying @blood--pixels @takenotesforyourlife @peachnotebook  @academic-moon @studyingisabella @skiesandjournals @goghstudies i can’t really think of anyone else but feel freeee

#about me #tagged

[farsfromhome]

Hi I was tagged in a lot of ask tags so I'm gonna do them all in one go! Thank you @spideypooly @underose @babyparker Name: Amanda 
Star sign: Pisces 
Height: 5'6
Average hours of sleep: 6-8 it depends
Lucky number: 8
Last thing I googled: lemme go check. Okay it was to get a hex code from an image for my mobile layout lmao.
Number of blankets I sleep with: just one
Favorite fictional characters: ok I have a lot. Peter Parker, Luke Skywalker, Finn, Kamala, & Katniss Everdeen
Favorite Novel: catching fire in the hunger games series 
What are you wearing right now?: pajama pants and an old American idol t shirt lmao 
When did I start this blog?: literally yesterday 
Amount of followers: 43 and I'm shook !
What do I post mostly?: tom holland & spider man stuff 
Most active follower?: I think you can find that out on the real site but I'm on mobile so idk tbh 
What made me get a tumblr?: I've actually had tumblr for years and I joined bc I'd always see posts from tumblr and wanted to join
Do I get a lot of asks?: nope haven't gotten one but it's all good lmao
Why did I get this URL?: it's supposed to be a play on homecoming but it's not amazing Alphabet Q&A Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better. A - Age: 18
B - Birthplace: New York
C - Current Time: 11:31 AM
D - Drink You Last Had: I think iced tea? Can't remember.
E - Easiest Person To Talk To: my best friends Abby and Katie but Abby's all the way in Australia so it's a lil difficult.
F - Favorite Song: hmmm I have so many but at the current moment it's touch by little mix.
G - Grossest Memory: a duck pooped on my favorite shoe when I was younger and I had to throw them out smh
H - Horror Yes or Horror No: No thx I don't like horror movies 
I - In Love?: Uhm not really but someday I guess.
J - Jealous of People?: uh yeah sometimes it depends lmao 
L - Love At First Sight Or Should I Walk By Again: Walk by again
M - Middle Name: Lynn 
N - Number of Siblings: one. I have an older brother.
O - One Wish: happiness tbh
P - Person You Called Last: It was my mom 
Q - Question You Are Always Asked: "are you excited to go to college?" Nope no thank u adulting????? Yikes.
R - Reason to Smile: my cat. She always makes me happy. 
S - Song You Sang Last: TT by Twice.
T - Time You Woke Up: 10:30 I think
U - Underwear Colour: black
V - Vacation Destination: Tokyo, Japan. I've always wanted to go there.
W - Worst Habit: biting my nails lol.
X - X-rays: I had one like two years ago on my knees 
Y - Your favourite food: Mac n cheese 
Z - Zodiac Sign: Pisces 85 Q n A’s!! Rules: Answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people. 
Last 1. drink: iced tea 
2. phone call: my mother
3. text message: my gc with all my friends 
4. song you listened to: TT by Twice
5. time you cried: Last week I was so sick and felt like absolute shit 
6. dated someone twice: nope
7. kissed someone and regretted it: nope
8. been cheated on: nope
9. lost someone special: I've lost my grandma a few years ago f
10. been depressed: yes but not really my problem is my anxiety tbh 
11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope 3 favourite colours 12. Pink 13. Blue 14: Purple in the last year have you 15. made new friends: yes I dropped one really toxic friendship and gained a lot more friends.
16. fallen out of love: nope
17. laughed until you cried: I do this a lot but I honestly can't remember the last time I did that lmao
18. found out someone was talking about you: actually nope but I don't doubt that it happens. Listen, as long as I don't know it it's fine. 
19. met someone who changed you: yes but nothing bad. Just let me out of my shell more.
20. found out who your friends are: mhhhhmmm
21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope. Also not a big fan of Facebook. General: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i honestly can't even remember I never go on it.
23. do you have any pets: yes! I have two dogs and a cat. My dogs names are Emma & Daisy and my cats name is Meeko. 24. do you want to change your name: eh not really 
25. what did you do for your last birthday: went out to Cheesecake Factory with my friends. 26. what time did you wake up: 10:30 I think 
27. what were you doing at midnight last night: in my bed I'm tired lmao 
28. name something you can’t wait for: the next Star Wars movie omg
29. when was the last time you saw your mom: 10 minutes ago 
31. what are you listening to right now: my family talk to themselves at the dinner table 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yes 
33. something that is getting on your nerves: loud chewers I hate it i haaaate it 34. most visited website: Twitter tbh
35. hair colour: my hair is currently purple 36. long or short hair: it's long I'd say 37. do you have a crush on someone: I did before but not really anymore since schools ended lmao 38. what do you like about yourself: I really like my hair.
39. piercings: I have both my ears pierced and then I also have a nose ring.
40. blood type: I actually don't know. 
41. nickname: panda, mandy, uhmmmm anything you can think of that works I've probably been called.
42. relationship status: single rip
43. zodiac: Pisces 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: The office 46. tattoos: none!!! But I really want one sooo bad. I'm just scared of the pain. I've got exactly what I want all planned out tho.
47. right or left handed: right
48. surgery: I've had my wisdom teeth removed lmao 
50. sport: I don't play any but I enjoy watching hockey and swimming.
51. vacation: Tokyo! Specially Tokyo Disneyland. 
52. pair of trainers: I think this means shoes? My favorite pair of shoes I think? Well my converse. MORE GENERAL
53. eating: currently haven't eaten anything yet.
54. drinking: haven't had anything to drink yet today.
55. I’m about to: probably just chill out 
56. waiting for: my doctors appointment tomorrow so I can figure out what the heck my ear is doing.
58. get married: eventually 
59. career: i really don't know but I'm leaning more towards social working since thats what my major is leaning more towards but idk. WHICH IS BETTER:
60. hugs or kisses: tbh neither 
61. lips or eyes: eyes
62. shorter or taller: taller
63. older or younger: older
64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms 
65. hookup or relationship: a relationship 
66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant HAVE YOU EVER:
67. kissed a stranger: no
68. drank hard liquor: no
69. lost glasses/contact lenses: yup and it's super annoying 
70. turned someone down: yes I think 
71. sex on the first date: nope 
73. had your heart broken: yeah I think so 
74. been arrested: nope
75. cried when someone died: yeah
76. fallen for a friend: actually nope DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
77. yourself: it depends on the situation lmao
78. miracles: eh
79. love at first sight: not really 
80. santa claus: I used to 
81. kiss on the first date: I guess it depends on how good it is 
82. angels: Not really OTHER:
84. eye colour: brown 85. favourite movie: I have too many but my favorite of all time is cat in the hat I know it's really bad but it's a guilty pleasure. Okay I'm gonna tag random! Sorry if you've been tagged in one before. @starryeyesandblurredlies @trashholland @spideygwen @penlsparker @pcteparker

#my post #sorry this is long n messy

[baekhoneyed]

tagged by @kokokysoo for one of those “get to know me” memes! (under the cut cuz its so long)

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people (idk how many people ill end up tagging and dont feel obligated!!)

THE LAST:

1. Drink: water but like i think my flatmates put vodka in the ice cube trays so?? not sure exactly how much is accidentally Not Water

2. Phone Call: uhhhhh a study abroad program advisor

3. Text Message: my older brother tryna convince me that i’ll make friends eventually lmao

4. Song you listened to: i actually stopped writing this to grab a sweater but then TT came on and i instinctively dance to it now so that happened

5. Time you cried: almost last night but like... not enough feelings to actually cry yet just wait

6. Dated someone twice: never even dated someone once, bro...

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: i never regret giving my dog kisses but sometimes my cat swipes at me :/

8. Been cheated on: gotta have a boyfriend first to get cheated on

9. Lost someone special: yup

10. Been depressed: only since i was 12 years old  l m f a o

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: i hate puking so i never go past being tipsy

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. red!

13. millennial pink fight me

14. rose gold fight me again

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yyyes but i sure would like to make some more Here, at my Current University

16. Fallen out of love: mmm not Love but definitely Like? i stopped Liking someone who i had a crush on

17. Laughed until you cried: so frequently it’s worrisome

18. Found out someone was talking about you: um did u mean middle and high school? i was such a petty bitch tho i put em in their places after crying in my room alone lmfao

19. Met someone who changed you: yes yes yes! dallon is the first who comes to mind he’s... no words

20. Found out who your friends are: ummm i dont know?

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list: ...my mom??? lmao

GENERAL:

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them except a few who ive just added bc we’re all transfer students to the same university this year and im Desperate

23. Do you have any pets: yes!! 2 cats, Harry and Kai (shut up ok i’ve always liked that syllable in chinese) and one dog, Lady my perfect cuddle angel baby

24. Do you want to change your name: honestly... sometimes yeah? but only because it’s so boring when it’s translated into chinese/korean so maybe i’d just change my names in those languages idk

25. What did you do for your last birthday: probably just went out to dinner w/ my family, but when i got back to my old college my friends and i went to a store in Queens it was such a good day...

26. What time did you wake up: like... noon probably lmao #depression

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: rewatching exo next door and gettin emotional over ksoo

28. Name something you can not wait for: THE POWER OF MUSIC BITCH LESS THAN 12 HOURS NOW

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a couple weeks ago when she and my dad helped me move in to my apartment

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i didnt have fucking depression! anxiety is easy to deal with for me but depression isnt

31. What are you listening to right now: walk on memories

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: i have a 2nd cousin named Tom he’s like 50 years old

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: ......so much

34. Most visited website: netflix/facebook/tumblr

35. Mole/s: one on my back, one on my neck, one under my left boob... i think that’s it

36. Mark/s: mostly bruises on my shins bc im clumsy; also some shaving scars from like 3+ years ago (one of em bled for 4 days while i was in china!)

37. Childhood dream: typical american kid stuff like ballerina and movie star

38. Hair color: medium brown i guess? it used to be lighter but it’s been getting darker as i get older

39. Long or short hair: i just cut it short again so it’s just touching my shoulders when dry (it’s wavy-curly so it’s a bit longer than that in reality)

40. Do you have a crush on someone: yeah can i have uhhhhhhhh byun baekhyun? no one irl tho

41. What do you like about yourself: ive got a great complexion that has really calmed down in the past few years! and i love my eyes ive got gorgeous eyes and a nice smile and a cute body and ive been doin self-love the past year can u tell?

42. Piercings: just regular ear piercings that i only got... a year ago...

43. Blood type: i never remember but maybe O? whichever one is the most common i think idk tho

44. Nickname: lulu is a nickname, ummm ive had a few friends call me em or ems which is cute

45. Relationship status: chronically single and repulsive to the male population, perhaps?

46. Zodiac: sun in pisces/leo rising (fun fact when i was little a kid asked me my sign so i said pisces and he called me fish poop so i cried) (he was probably a gemini the fuckin asshole), year of the tiger

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite tv show: pushing daisies, 30 rock, scrubs, grey’s anatomy but only up til the 8th season then it’s bad

49. Tattoos: i actually almost got one a few weeks ago but then i lost my job :/ i wanted to get “je ne regrette rien” tattooed on my hip bone real small

50. Right or left handed: right - i used to be able to write pretty well with my left hand but alas...

51. Surgery: yyyup wisdom teeth removal, eyelid surgery to get rid of some bumpy things, broken arm when i was like 1.5 years old, and im getting lasik next summer probably

52. Piercing: ya already asked ya doofus

53. Sport: my dad made me play basketball in middle school i got 2 technical fouls bc i had anger issues so i stopped playing basketball. i got Decent at ballet tho!

54. Vacation: we havent really had the money lately

55. Pair of trainers: i just bought 2 new pairs bc i ruined my only pair in seoul and had to throw them out (they got soaked in the rain and then mildewed n all) (side note: they’re so expensive?? the adidas and nike were as expensive as the new balance which is Silly so i just bought adidas and nike)

MORE GENERAL:

56. Eating: nothing rn but i need to go get dinner...

57. Drinking: did we not already go over this

58. I’m about to go: either to the dining hall or to a nearby restaurant im honestly not sure 

59. Waiting for: exo to move in next door to me only to discover that one of them is my childhood best friend-slash-first love and another has fallen in love with me and my clumsy but lovable personality :)

60. Want: byun baekhyun (im kidding kind of, um i want to make friends here and be less anxious about my classes and life in general)

61. Get married: yeah one day but so far no one i’ve met is Vibing with that seeing as no one will even ask me out im not Super Hopeful :/

62. Career: chinese major/korean minor at a university um hopefully after i graduate someone will hire me and give me money to do something i dont completely hate but we’ll see

WHICH IS BETTER:

63. Hugs or kisses: i literally would not know so i will say Hugs because they’re the only things ive experienced! and i could use a really long hug rn

64. Lips or eyes: ...eyes... but lips r important too cuz i cant even look at a photo of amy schumer anymore w/out staring at her terrifying lips

65. Shorter or taller: taller but someone around my height would be ok too (.....im just sayin im like the same height as bbh...)

66. Older or younger: older bc im not about to go dating a freshman or a high schooler lmfao

67. Nice arms or nice stomach: arrrrrrrrms

68. Hookup or relationship: never had either but i think i’d prefer a stable relationship to some extent?? we just dont know

69. Troublemaker or hesitant: im a troublemaker when im comfortable w/ people/places but other than that hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

70. Kissed a stranger: no

71. Drank hard liquor: yeah it’s nasty :/ but it does the trick

72. Lost glasses/contact lenses: somehow no

73. Turned someone down: ya this one guy hit on me when i was walking thru myeongdong but he was a) a stranger b) 25 years old c) from egypt so like it was never gonna happen buddy

74: Sex on the first date: gonna need a first date before i can even answer (the answer would be no i am not down w/ that) 

75. Broken someone’s heart: probably not, ill dont think im capable of doing that plus im still so young that realistically it just hasnt been a possibility

76. Had your heart broken: not really, my silly crushes have all been resolved easily bc i never talk about them and then i notice things i dont like about the person and stop liking them like that

77. Been arrested: no but a friend of mine got arrested for trespassing on a roof in nyc last year lmao

78: Cried when someone died: yeah

79. Fallen for a friend: sort of? briefly? it never went anywhere it was silly

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

80. Yourself: i try to most days but it’s rough

81: Miracles: i mean im not a non-believer but i also don’t actively wait for them to happen or really put much stock in them

82. Love at first sight: im not sure because bbh hasnt seen me yet so how would we know??

83. Santa Claus: not anymore i think when i was 8 i sorta stopped

84. Kiss on the first date: never even had a first date or a first kiss ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

85. Angels: um yeah actually! proof they exist - byun baekhyun do kyungsoo kim jongdae kim jongin the list goes on,,

OTHER:

90. Current best friends: dallon, lilli, ida, stephanie, aria!

91: Eye color: light green. i have Gorgeous eyes!!!

92: Favorite movie: a taiwanese movie called Secret, i rly liked ksoo’s movie Hyung, Chicago the Musical... there are more but im drawing a blank

i guess ill tag... no one but if ur reading this and u wanna do it feel free to say i tagged u! i love learning about u guys it makes me feel less alone

#about me #long post // #tysm for tagging me i love being recognized as a Person!!