#wow john i didn't expect this from you but if this what makes you happy then i don't care. gender roles are stupid anyway

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also now that i've gotten to the retcon bit i have to re evaluate my june egbert transitioned during the boat trip hc

#i mean she still COULD'VE but now she has to re explain and re abscond #this means grounds for a sequel fellas! #and the introduction of woke dave means he'd probably be like #wow john i didn't expect this from you but if this what makes you happy then i don't care. gender roles are stupid anyway #and june goes #fuck you're gay now #BOOM. COMEDY. call me a fuckin comic because this shit is TOO EASY #homestuck #bean stuff

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Part I

A/N: So here's the second chapter of Bodyguard. I'm excited to see where this goes, bc honestly right now I don't have everything planned out, I'm just going with the flow. Let me know what you think :)

Y/N pushed her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose, sighing as she attempted to get more comfortable in the chair she'd deemed her work-from-home space. She was pouring through the files that had been sent from her office, signing off on some of the easier cases - shots, medicines, things of the like. She had secured a fill-in veterinary student - the very top of his class - to administer the injections while she healed.

Her fingers were tapping over the keys of the laptop, her eyes never leaving the screen. She was very aware of the presence on the sofa before her, cerulean eyes scanning over her as she worked. She glanced up over the top of her screen, meeting his eyes.

"You know you don't have to stare at me the whole time," Y/N spoke, deciding the silence had gone on long enough. "I don't think I'm going to disappear if you find something else to do."

John shook his head, his hands clasped over his stomach as he sat. "Just doing my job, Miss."

Y/N suppressed a shiver, distaste for the pleasantry. "Don't call me miss, it makes me feel old."

John cocked a brow at her. "You're not old."

"I know," she replied. "But the next thing I know you'll be trying to start with ma'am. Just call me Y/N. Or Bunny."

"Okay," John relented easily. "Just doing my job, Bunny."

Y/N smiled, happy with her win. "Thank you."

They sat in silence for most of the day, the distinct sound of keys being pressed filling the room. John had finally decided to turn something on the television, a more than welcome background noise for them both. He had turned on a soccer match, something that the veterinarian had no idea about, and was thoroughly absorbed.

A deep, irritated groan filled the room and Bunny's head shot up, not expecting the sound that barreled from him. He was sitting straight up, his eyes zeroed in on the screen. "Fuckin' muppet."

"What is it?" she asked, confused by the sudden change. She glanced over at the television, trying to figure out what had happened, but it was just a bunch of players crowded around, pushing and pulling at each other. "Did someone get hurt?"

John shook his head with a sigh. "No, just a stupid call."

"Wow, you're a dedicated fan, huh?" Bunny asks, her brow furrowed. "I didn't take you for a soccer guy."

"I'm not a fan of soccer," John almost glares at her, his eyes flashing. "It's football."

"Not in America," she bites back a laugh. "Maybe across the pond."

John sighs and mumbles. "Where everything makes a little more sense."

A little while later, after the game had finished, a loud grumble came from Y/N's stomach. Her eyes widened and she looked up at John, placing her hand over the offending noise. Her cheeks burned at just how loud it had been - she hadn't realized that she'd gone all day without so much as a bite of food.

"Hungry?" John's lips curled beneath his mustache.

Y/N nodded. "Let me just get a few more cases out of the way and then I'll eat."

"Not happening," John said, authority coloring his words. "I'm here to keep you safe, can't do that if you fall over from starvation."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I won't starve from not eating for a few hours. I've gone longer than that at work."

"Not with me," John informs her. "Your aunt is trusting me with your care. I don't take that lightly."

"Fine," she grumbled. She saved her work and closed the screen on her laptop, placing the device on the table beside her. She braced herself for the task of getting out of her seat, dread coursing through her veins as she realized it wasn't going to be easy. Her body was aching and, although not completely broken, one of her ribs had been fractured.

"Damn it," she hissed through her teeth as she raised to her full height. Tears flooded her eyes but she blinked them back, the pain slowly subsiding as she stood there. "I swear I'm not a wuss."

"Never said you were," he said, his lips pressed into a tight line. "You okay now?"

"Yeah," she told him. "It just... takes me a minute."

Slowly, she made her way into the kitchen of her apartment. She rifled through her freezer, trying to find the easiest meal she could, and grinned when she found a frozen pizza stashed in the back. She pulled it out, carefully, so as not to upset her rib more. She busied herself preheating the oven and finding her pizza pan, but the more she stood and moved the more the nagging pain in her side intensified. She was all but huffing when John came to check on her.

"Damn it, woman," he tutted behind her, a gentle hand on her lower back trying to guide her back to the living room. "Go sit down, I can make a blood pizza."

Y/N turned her neck to glare at him. "I'm perfectly capable of making it."

"More than," he agreed, his gruff voice right in her ear. "But you need to sit down and rest. Get back to normal as quickly as possible, yeah?"

The woman frowned, knowing he was right, but not wanting to admit it. She felt a twinge of defiance toward him. "If I go sit am I still allowed to work?"

John's stare was blank and he was unamused. "No. You've done enough work today. Isn't your office closed by now, anyway?"

She glanced at the clock on the stove - it was five o'clock, and her office was indeed closed. She pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Go sit down," he all but commanded her. "I'll chuck the pizza in and bring you an icepack."

"Fine," she sighed, stopping by her medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen. "Just so you know, I don't like to lose an argument," she told him.

"Neither does Kate," he told her with a grin, "but she also knows when she's wrong. Now go sit."

If she was able she would've stomped her way back to the living room, but the pain prevented her from doing so. She decided to sit on the couch, which was better for watching TV than the chair, and grabbed a pillow, pressing it against her chest to help with the ache. It wasn't long before John came into the room, an icepack in hand. He held it out to her, almost as if it were a peace offering.

"Don't put it directly on your skin," he advised her softly. "Do you have something to take your meds with?"

She shook her head no, reaching out to take the icepack. "Thank you."

"Just-"

"doing your job," she finished for him, looking up at him from her seated spot on the sofa. "It's almost like I've heard that somewhere before..."

"Cheeky," John noted as he crossed his arms over his wide chest, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll be back with the pizza."

A few minutes later he strolled into the room, two plates in hand. He had cut the pizza - for a military-trained man a little haphazardly - and threw two pieces on each of their plates. He sat hers onto her lap, making sure she had a hold on it before releasing his grip. "What would you like to drink?"

"A water is fine," she said quietly, a feeling of shame settled deep in her bones. She hated being coddled. John turned to retrieve their beverages when she spoke up. "Could you bring the ranch dressing, too?"

John stopped, his back stiff. He turned his neck to see her, a barely contained look of disgust on his face. "Ranch dressing?"

"You know what ranch is, I'm sure," she said, puzzled by his reaction to her request.

He nodded, turning to face her fully. "Of course I do," he said, "but eating it on pizza?"

Y/N tapped her finger on the side of her plate. "Uh, yeah? What about it?"

"It's a crime," he told her seriously. "A crime against food."

A laugh bubbled from her lips, pain exploding through her torso. She gasped and pressed the pillow tighter against her, "Ow, ow..."

John watched her silently, his hands coming out to steady her. "You alright?"

She nodded. "I'm okay."

"All this over some dressing," he mumbled, his hands still on her upper arms.

Y/N glanced up at him through her lashes, the pain slowly ebbing. "You have no idea what you're missing."

"Fuckin' Americans," he mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for her to hear, and then straightened his back and disappeared into the kitchen. They ate in silence, watching reruns on the television as they shared their first meal together. John grimaced a bit when she dipped her pizza in the white dressing and took a large bite of it. She chewed it with the beginning of a smile, noticing him watching her eat.

"Don't judge me," she said around her bite of food. "It's so good."

John shook his head. "I'll take your word for it."

"Try it," she encouraged him, holding her plate out to him to dip his slice. "It'll change your life."

He pulled his plate away from her, protecting his food from hers. "I'm good, thanks."

"C'mon," she pressured. "One bite and I'll shut up."

He shook his head. "I've gone my whole life without having it, I think I'll pass."

"A life without ranch," she mused. "What a sad existence."

He shook his head and went back to watching the television as she continued to happily eat her ranch-covered pizza. Once they had finished and John had taken the plates to the sink they simply sat and relaxed. Y/N was curled against one side of the sofa while John sat on the opposite side, his legs spread wide. It was comfortable, Y/N realized, having someone here with her. She didn't think she'd warm up to him this quickly, but she saw what her aunt liked about the Captain.

"So how long have you known Aunt Kate?" Y/N asked suddenly, her curiosity taking over. "She's never really said a lot about you."

John looked over at her, studying her question. "A long time."

"Wow," she said sarcastically, "such an enlightening answer."

John sighed and looked to be thinking about whether he should tell her or not. "It's been over ten years, at least."

"Ten years," Y/N repeated. She was quiet for a beat and then asked, "So how old are you?"

"Old enough," he answered simply. "Why does it make any difference?"

"Because I want to know," she said, tampering down the urge to throw something at him. "Do you ever give a straight answer?"

John smirked and shrugged. "When the situation calls for it."

"That's really annoying," Y/N pointed out. "That's fine, I'll just guess, then. I like guessing games." She hummed as she thought, looking over him. He had flecks of gray at his temples, but his face gave nothing away. "I'm going to say that...you aren't forty yet?"

"That isn't a guess," he chuckled, "that's another question."

"Don't be like that," she groaned. "I'll tell you my age if you tell me yours."

"I already know your age," he told her simply. "Your aunt told me the basics before I came."

"Fine," she huffed, rolling her eyes at him. "Be boring."

John fought back a smile, but he softened under her agitated gaze. "I'm not yet forty."

Y/N gave him a blinding grin, her eyes crinkling. "See, now that wasn't so hard was it?"

An amused hum left him, and he shook his head. "No, but it's so fun to watch you get angry."

She opened her mouth to retort, but a shrill ring from her cellphone cut her off. She dug it out of her pocket as gently as she could and looked at the screen. "It's Aunt Kate."

Before answering the video call she straightened her hair and wiped her mouth, making sure she'd gotten all remnants of pizza off her face.

"Hey Kate," she greeted, fighting the urge to flinch as she saw the bruising on her face.

"Bunny," Kate replied, seated in her office. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better," Y/N smiled softly, touched by her aunt's concern. "I managed to squeeze in a little work today."

"Don't overdo it, you're supposed to be resting," Kate warned her seriously. "Is everything going okay with John?"

John eyed the phone at the mention of his name. "Everything's fine, Laswell."

"Good to hear," Kate replied. "I'm glad everything is going smoothly."

Y/N took a deep breath, not wanting to ask but needing an answer at the same time. "Have you found out anything about the men who attacked me?"

"Not yet," Kate told her. "Just give me time, Bunny. I will find them."

Y/N's heart beat rapidly, she felt it in every nerve in her body. She swallowed down her anxiety and gave her aunt a small, forced smile. "I know you will."

"I'll call you back when I get more news," Kate assured her. "Get some rest, okay?"

Y/N promised and disconnected the call. She stared at her phone, her mind racing - she had made a conscious effort not to think about the violence that had been inflicted on her just a day prior, trying to push it from her mind completely. She didn't want to live in fear, and while it hadn't been easy she'd managed.

Work and the man beside her had kept her thoughts busy, but now...

"What's going on in that head of yours, eh?" John asked her, genuinely curious. "You haven't been this quiet all evening."

She sighed, picking at her cuticles. "Just thinking."

"Vague answer," he replied.

She looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Like you have any room to talk."

"Touche," John smiled at her. "Really, what are you thinking?"

"I just hope we get them," she admitted quietly. "I don't like feeling vulnerable. Scared in my own home, scared to go to work."

"That's why I'm here," John said, his eyes softening. "I won't let them hurt you, not again."

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Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 3)

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Summary: The wait seems to have no end for you and you are about to just give up. Why wait for a man who has probably finally finished with you? But this little spark of hope... Could you let go so easily? What helps you during this time is the reunion with John Marston, who has always been a good friend to you...

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 3)

"Good morning, miss."

"Good morning!"

The man behind the counter smiled sympathetically at you as he told you that still no letter had come for you. He was sorry to see your sad eyes.

"I'm sure it will come soon. Just be patient, miss."

With a gentle nod, you thanked the man and suppressed your tears. Two weeks had passed and there was no word from Javier. You had hoped so much that he would reach out for you. Your last meeting had gone well! So why hadn't you heard from him? Was he still angry with you? Were you that naive? It hurt terribly. You'd been waiting for Javier for so many years… Maybe it was time to just give up, forget about him. Obviously he didn't want to know about you anymore.

"Y/N?"

Hearing your name, you were surprisingly jolted out of your thoughts. You turn around, curious to know who it could be. And when you saw the young man in front of you, you could hardly believe your eyes.

"John?!"

"Oh, my… How are you?"

Neither John nor you hesitated. Instantly you fell into each other's arms and John hugged you tightly.

"John! What a joy to see you!"

It instantly gave you back so much joy and so much strength, that you were able to push back your disappointment in Javier. You had not expected John at all, and the joy was great! Very, very great! The last time you saw John was when you escaped together. After that, you lost sight of each other but you were so happy that he was alive and that he had made it. You slowly broke away from the embrace to look at him more closely.

"You look… different, John."

He looked like a hard-working farmer. He had let his beard grow a little, so the scars on his face were even more noticeable.

"You look different too…. ehm, good! You look good."

You had to laugh at his words. I guess he still had a hard time with compliments.

"Thank you, John! Where's Abigail? Jack?"

"Oh, um…"

John cleared his throat, looking down at the floor, because it didn't seem easy for him to talk about his family.

"She… she took Jack and left me, Y/N."

Frowning, you couldn't even realize what John had just said at first. But judging from his hurt look, it was just as he had said.

"Oh, John. I'm so sorry about that…"

"Yeah… Me too…"

More broken hearts…

The silence that fell between you didn't please John at all, so he tried to steer the topic in another direction.

"What brings you to Strawberry, Y/N?"

"I live here now. Not far from town!"

"Wow. It's beautiful up here. You picked a nice place to live."

"Yes. It's quiet and the people here are very friendly."

John smiled warmly at you and you returned his gesture because it was so good to see an old friend again. It helped you make your day a little better.

"And what about you John? I'm surprised to see you here!"

"I'm currently living on a farm near Little Creek River. That's where I work too."

It was nice to hear that he had found a job to live an honest life. He had also moved on, shedding his past. Not the memory, certainly. But the way of life.

"I'm very proud of you, John."

"Oh, thank you…"

It was unusual for the young man to hear such words, they came very rarely. But it only reminded him of how loving you always were to him and the other members. You were always good at building other people up, giving them courage and a good feeling.

"I… actually came here to receive some supplies. For the farm."

That's when John walked up to the counter, asking the postal worker for his goods.

"Can I give you a ride, Y/N? My wagon's outside."

"Sure. Why not. Thanks!"

John had some goods, which he stowed on his wagon with your help. During the trip at home, you couldn't get the fact that Abigail had left him out of your mind. But you also didn't want to pry and ask what exactly had happened. Nevertheless, you wanted to show him that you would always have an open ear for him because you knew all too well how painful a separation was. The way home was not long.

"Thank you, John."

"You're welcome."

You got down from the car and looked up at John. You had just met again, after all, and you didn't want to let him go just yet.

"John, why don't you come in for a cup of tea or coffee? How about it? I've got some pie there too!"

"Blueberry pie?"

You had to smile, because John seemed to remember that you had baked a lot and liked to bake for the gang.

"Yeah, that one."

John playfully screwed up his face like; damn it! That's the one I love so much!

"I really appreciate it, but I can't. My boss is waiting for his delivery. He's very impatient, you must know."

"Oh… okay…"

Of course you could understand that he was busy, but it was still a pity. You would have liked to have had more time with him. Maybe this was one of the few opportunities you would have to see each other. When John saw the look on your face, he took heart. His boss could wait a bit, he would think of an excuse.

"I…think I have time for a piece of pie. And coffee doesn't sound bad either."

Satisfied with his decision, you lead him to your home. It was a small, pretty cabin. You had put up lots of dried flowers. There were some in the tiny hallway, in the kitchen, and even in the bedroom. In your kitchen there was a big dining table. The living room and kitchen formed one room. There was even a fireplace in the living room to keep you well through the winters.

"Nice place you have here."

"Thank you. I feel very comfortable here too. Sit down John, won't take long."

"Thanks."

While you made the coffee and placed some of the cake on the plates, John looked around silently. Everything seemed to have its place.

"John, um…would you like to talk? About Abigail?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What did you say?"

You had brought him out of his thoughts, had barely caught what you had said.

"If you want to talk. About your current situation with Abigail."

But John just puffed, shaking his head.

"There's not much to say, Y/N. She took Jack and just left me. Just like that."

He was angry, you could tell.

"I'm… not a perfect man now, Y/N. But she always wanted the perfect guy. One who doesn't make mistakes. But that's not me. I try hard to live an honest life!"

"Oh, John… I know it hurts…"

You were a poor judge of the situation. Abigail must have had her reasons for leaving him, but what she had done it for, she couldn't say. With a sad expression on your face, you put your hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

There was only a soft sigh from John as he stared down at his hands.

"I haven't heard from them in almost a year…"

You listened to his words as you poured the freshly brewed coffee into the cups to bring to the table.

"I sent many letters, even went to see them once, but Abigail seemed to have finally finished with me."

"I… I don't know what to say, John."

Only that you were very sorry and had actually hoped that he and Abigail would become the family they deserved.

"Like I said," John said, glancing at you as you took a seat next to him. "There's not much to say."

♦♦♦♦

With a tender smile, you put your hand on his, squeezing it gently. You wished you could tell him that the pain would become more bearable with time. But you couldn't, because it would simply be a lie. The only thing you could do was tell him to look forward.

"You know John, they say what you love, let go. If it comes back to you, it stays with you. Forever."

But John could only chuckle at your words, yet he thought it was sweet of you to try to cheer him up.

"You're a good woman, Y/N. I hope Javier knows what he threw away back then."

When his name came up, you averted your eyes from John. John was certainly right about that, but, well….

"We've all made mistakes in our past, John. Javier's not the only one…"

"We were like brothers. He had said so himself. And then? Then he sided with Dutch and Micah. To me, he's nothing but a traitor!"

Hearing John talk about Javier hurt you deeply, but you couldn't blame John either. He was hurt and disappointed in Javier.

"Oh, John…we have to stop judging the mistakes of others. It doesn't undo anything either."

Your voice was soft, it almost seemed to John like you were on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry… I know how much you loved Javier. I… shouldn't have mentioned him."

Should you tell John about Javier? Maybe they could talk things out? Maybe they could become friends again? Like they were back then? But John was clearly not on good terms with Javier. Maybe it wasn't the right time yet.

"It's all right, John. All that was… a long time ago…"

"Yeah…"

"Javier, good work in Saint Denis! The customer is very happy!"

"Mhm… thanks…"

Mister Hazard owned a small carpentry shop. Javier was one of his best workers and he was very proud of him. And Mister Hazard was a man who cared about his workers. He could tell by the look on Javier's face that he was not well at all. He had been very withdrawn for several weeks. Javier had always radiated a kind of sadness and sorrow, but it had gotten worse.

"What's wrong, Javier?"

Mr. Hazard sat down by the fire with Javier. The latter was carving on a piece of wood, probably just to get his mind off things.

"Nothing… it's… everything is fine…", Javier said with a quiet sigh. Okay, he wouldn't believe himself either. Mister Hazard was not a moron.

"Come on. What's wrong?"

Javier gazed into the fire for quite a while, his blade passing over the piece of wood again and again, slowing down and slowing down. Until finally he began to speak.

"You know, I often miss my home. But… then, well… I've lived in America for so many years now, my heart, my soul, belong here too. They belong… To her."

"Mhm… and what is her name, my friend?"

Javier sighed heavily, turning his gaze to Mister Hazard.

"Y/N. Her name is Y/N. And because of a very stupid decision, I had thrown it all away. Had thrown her love away. Our plans, our future. Everything."

Javier shook his head as he inwardly cursed himself. Mister Hazard nodded at him, now able to slowly comprehend what was going on inside the young man.

"I've made some stupid mistakes too, Javier."

"I doubt they were as big as mine, Mister Hazard."

But Mister Hazard just chuckled, put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him.

"Son, listen to me. I know that it can be hard to forgive yourself. But I also know that self-pity and self-loathing only make things worse."

Javier's pained expression was hard to bear, for Mister Hazard really liked him.

"If there's a chance to make it right, take it Javier."

But Javier shook his head slightly, biting his lower lip gently.

"I… have seen her. A few weeks ago, I met Y/N. After five long years, and I wanted to run away. Like a coward."

Javier gasped, laughing at himself.

"She wouldn't let me go."

Mister Hazard leaned back a bit as he listened to the young man.

"I… almost couldn't even look her in the eye. I can't even forgive myself. How is she supposed to love me anymore?"

But once again, Javier was only given a gentle smile. Mister Hazard was a bit older than Javier and had gained his life experiences and he wanted to share them with him. He could understand all too well how he felt and he wanted to prevent him from making any more mistakes.

"Some people are capable of loving someone so much that they would forgive anything. They would go through hell to preserve the life of a loved one. Y/N came up to you even though you committed a grave mistake. She wouldn't let you go because she didn't want to lose you again."

After all these years, Javier got the chance to pour his heart out and it was good to hear that there was hope. Deep down, Javier knew that he was only making things worse with his stubborn head. Maybe this conversation needed to happen to wake him up.

"Don't let your love pass, Javier. Everyone makes mistakes and what happened can't be undone. But you can learn from them and you have to look forward."

Javier's gaze turned to the campfire and instantly your beautiful face came before his eyes.

"Tell her how much you love her and how much you long for her."

"I…"

"Now the time has come. Your paths have led you back to each other. This is no coincidence, my boy."

"The look on her face… when I broke her heart back then…"

Pain filled Javier and he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut to suppress the pain in his chest.

"You know what I regret, Javier? Huh?"

Javier looked to his boss, whose eyes had become glassy, and he sighed deeply before speaking up again.

"That I had often not been a good husband to my Marie. I ask her forgiveness every day, for every day in the course of our marriage that I had put the fulfillment of my desires above hers."

Javier knew that Mister Hazard had once been married, and Javier could be sure he knew what he was talking about. So he listened to him carefully.

"To forgive me for every moment I broke her heart and didn't give a damn."

Javier sat back, close to tears, because the man's words touched him. He saw himself in this story.

"And I ask her to forgive me for the countless moments I neglected to tell her…how…. infinitely I loved her."

A small pause occurred between them. It was obvious to Mister Hazard that the memories of his wife tormented him greatly, and yet he shared them with Javier.

"I…"

Mister Hazard swallowed, the lump in his throat growing larger, and he averted his eyes from Javier for a moment.

"I was so sure that we would still have time for this. But that was a mistake, Javier. And now I stand at her grave every day and have to ask her forgiveness. Hoping that maybe she'll hear me, maybe she'll see me."

♦♦♦♦

Javier felt the salty tears running down his cheeks. This man carried this pain with him and it opened his eyes.

"Therefore Javier, now is the time. Don't run away from her, but reach out for your love. Enjoy the day together as if it were your last. And live!"

The young man had understood and he was grateful for this conversation.

"If you want to make love, do it now! If you wanted to ask forgiveness, ask now! Because if you don't, you'll end up like me, and you'll never be able to hold her in your arms again, Javier."

"I… understand. I understand…"

Javier knew it was now or never. Instantly, the young man rose from his seat and walked toward the stables to retrieve his stallion. He had lost far too much time…

You were just about to pour freshly brewed coffee into your cup when there was a knock at your door. It was still early in the morning and you were not expecting anyone. But you thought it might be John. In the last few days he had come to visit you quite often. But at this hour? It was only seven o'clock in the morning. Still, you went to the door.

"Who is it?"

"Y/N…"

Your eyes grew wide as you recognized the voice.

"It's me, Javier."

Instantly you opened the door. Could this really be? You could hardly believe it when you saw him standing in front of you.

Javier had ridden all night to be with you as soon as possible. Judging by the expression on his face, he looked very saddened and you saw again the shame, that guilt in his eyes.

"May I… come in, Y/N?"

You looked at him, your words stuck in your throat…

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[lolitarosaa]

heavy-duty laundry service - chapter 2

Author's note: I wrote this one during my lunch break and I finished when I got home. Such a long write made my shoulder sore. I had fun though. I will be expanding on this while my brain tries to do something with the other story. There are recurring themes in this story and the other one, they're not in the same universe though, I like the way they work together. The rose thing is for me, I have an obsession so y’all will be hearing more of these flowers from me.

Please like always excuse any grammar mistakes,

Thanks for reading my rosebuds. - rosalinda

TW: blood, torture, guns, mentions of sex, reg. John wick stuff.

The cleaning took about two days: one day for drying, one day for dismantling, three days for the order of kevlar to come in, two days to cut and shape the material, and one day to sew it back together and fix the torn suit.

"It’s beautiful," you say to yourself as you admire your handiwork. "I hope Mr. Wick will be happy."

It’s been about a week and a half since you last saw him. The tales you heard, while you were in the Marines and in the underworld, were true. John is a man of focus, commitment, and sheer will, just like a true marine.

Charlie sent you his number. You were a bit nervous to call him, and you had no idea why. It made your tummy twist in knots. It could be because of his reputation, his skill, or just because he was a very handsome man.

You bit the bullet; you called him before you hurled your phone across the room.

Ring, ring, "Hello?" His voice was like bourbon, smooth and burning.

"Hello, Mr. Wick, it’s y/n. Your clothes are ready for drop-off."

"Ah, Ms. y/n, it's good to hear from you again; I thought you had run off with my clothes."

You chuckle at his words: "No, sir, I would never".

"Good, I like that suit. Well, I'm at the Continental; just ask for my information at the concierge. I'll be waiting, dear."

"Of course sir," you hang up, and you exhale, "Wow, that was exhilarating."

The drive to the Continental was nerve-racking; you raced there to see if it would burn off some steam, but it didn't. The suit was next to you, and all you thought about was John. You hoped he would try it on, and you really wanted to see him in your revised suit.

As you swerve to the hotel, you get your suit in hand, hand your keys to the valet, and say, "Please be careful with the car." You hand him two coins, hoping the extra coin will keep your car safe. "Thank you."

As you make your way to the concierge, your heart is racing, pounding out of your chest. As you make your way to the desk, there's a man there with papers in his hand; his name tag says, "Charon."

“Excuse me, Charon,”

“Yes? Oh, Ms. y/n. Mr. Wick has been expecting you; he told me to give you his room key and his room information. He is in room 818, and here is his room key.” He slides you the room key, and as you take it, it feels heavy in your hand; it's steel, but in your mind, it weighs about a stone.

“Thank you, Charon,”

“It’s a pleasure, Ms. y/n.”

As you make your way to the elevators, you think to yourself, "Why would he give you a room key? Couldn't you just knock? What if you find him in a compromising position? Well, you wouldn't mind that.” Ding. The elevator ding startled you from your not-so-clean thoughts; the room at the end of the hall, his room, your blood runs cold, one foot in front of the other, breath, you remind yourself.

As you take the key from your back pocket, you insert it in, you open the door with shaky hands, and you step in, saying, "Mr. Wick, I’m coming in; it’s y/n." You make your way in, you hear the shower running, "Ohh, this could be awkward," you think to yourself, the knot in your stomach getting tighter, your legs running cold. As you walk into the room, you walk to a side table with a chair next to it, and you sit with the suit in hand.

You sit and wait. You look around the room; it’s a standard hotel room with nothing much to see, but you were so nervous for your encounter that your eyes darted across the room. You heard the water stop, and your body tensed up as you waited for the door to open.

As the door opens, your eyes are trained on the door knob. As John steps out, you see him in a towel. Your face perks up a bit. As John enters the room, you stand still, scared to move or make a sound. Your eyes follow him as he sits on the bed.

“So, Ms. Y/N, that’s my suit?”

You take a deep breath as you try to concentrate on the conversations and not on his hair dripping wet or the droplets of water trailing down his body.

“Yes, Mr. Wick, please take a look.” As you stand and turn to open the dust bag, you can feel John’s eyes on you, analyzing and taking you in. As you hand it to him, he makes contact with your hand and says, "It’s warm and rough."

"It’s heavier, and it looks better than before." He takes the suit and studies it, looking at the stitching, the inside of the jacket, the cufflinks, and the patching from the injuries he received the last time they met.

“Tell me, what’s different?” As you step towards him, you take the jacket and show him the inside.

“Well, Mr. Wick, as you can see, the lining has been replaced; the inside of the jacket has two layers of kevlar, and the pantsuits also have two layers of kevlar. The lining was too damaged to be patched, so I had to replace it, as the suit was an older model and didn't have any protection. And as you have come into this line of work in unfortunate circumstances, my best bet was to insert two layers instead of one, which is why I also added it to your pantsuit. Better be safe than sorry. The cufflinks were my personal touch—part of my brand, if you will.” You say this as your hand slides to the silver rose cufflinks.

“Personal brand? Please expand on that, Ms. Y/N.” He said this to you as he looked into your eyes.

"Well, it meant to represent my call signal when I was in the Marines, which then became my alias here in the underworld. My call signal was Rose. I was in the Special Operations Command; I was clean up, and as a woman, the command believed I was not suited for the missions that were taken. It was a load of bullshit. I'll tell you that I was the second best sniper; if you were to ask me, I was number one, but that prick, Miller, had the balls to say he was better." You say that you remember who you're talking to.

"Um.. sorry about that, sir. It’s a touchy subject, since I was KIA," you say, as there is a hot rush of blood going to your cheeks.

John is trying to process what you have said: "So you're a Marine? And you were killed in action?"

“Yes, well, in a way, as you can see, I'm standing here now.”

"So, what happened?"

"It's a long story that I don't mind telling you, but not right now; you are a busy man. The only thing I can say is that Bastard Miller is at the bottom of the ocean."

"Well, Ms. y/n, I am intrigued; I can't wait to hear more."

"Of course, sir. Now, may I see the suit on you? I want to know if there’s anything to fix or adjust."

"Sure, dear. Let me get changed; you can stay here; I'll change in the restroom."

"Sir, are you sure? It's your room after all; I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense, Ms. y/n, please stay; it won't take long."

"Very well, Mr. Wick." You say as John stands up and walks to the restroom, your eyes following him, you see his tattoos, "Oh god, give me strength; don’t let my thoughts win." The door closes, you gasp for air, your hands on your knees for support. "Holy shit," you say to yourself as you walk to the chair and sit down. No man has ever given you lightheadedness before; you don't even know how you stood so close to him and did not pass out cold.

Wrapped in your thoughts of what you have been through, you don't hear the click of the hotel door. You are slouching in your seat, hard to see, and the movement behind the plane glass headrest makes you alert.

You may be a cleaner and a seamstress now, but in your past life, you were a Marine, and a damn good one. You always carry weapons on your person. You lean down enough to not be seen and grab your gun behind your back and stay in position. It’s a woman, and as she moves to the left of the room, John comes out of the bathroom. "Well, Ms. y/n, you did a goo-'' The woman moves her gun to shoot; she doesn't see you as she moves. You tackle her down, and her gun shoots upward, hitting John in the shoulder.

"Ahh, shit, Perkins, don't you know the goddamn rules?" You say to her:

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?" She struggles to free herself.

"On the job, now stop moving." You sit on her chest, one leg on her legs, one hand on her arm, the other on her neck, and your other leg on her arm.

"Fuck you, uhtu," she spit in your face.

Spit drops from your eye to your nose. "You fucking bitch, I always knew you were fake." Your hands travel to her neck, your legs move to her arms, keeping her still, and you try to choke her out. As she gasps for air, John stands up and runs to you.

"Y/N, let her go; she can help us find where Losefs hiding," John said, with an arm on your shoulder.

You do as told and let her neck go; she sucks in as much air as she can and coughs. "Bitch," you say to her.

As you stand up, John grabs Perkins, and you go to the bed. You move the comforter and grab the flat sheet, ripping it into long strands. You move Perkins, now sitting on the chair where you were sitting, and you tie her hands to each other and her legs to the chair.

"Well, y/n, you sure did not lose your touch; you still fight like a Marine," John says as he looks at you.

"Thank you, sir." You wipe the remaining saliva off your face. "How’s the suit holding up?" you say as you look at the shoulder hit.

"Good, I'm not bleeding." John said it with a smile on his face.

"Oh god, stop trying to get yourselves off and kill me already." Perkins said as she groaned.

"Oh, shut up, Perkins," you say, moving to grab your gun that was under the bed when you kicked it in the tackle. You cock your gun and aim at her foot. You shoot.

"Ahh! You fucking bitch!" she shouted in pain.

"Don't you ever spit on me again, you piece of shit," you say as you put your gun on safety and place it on your back.

John looks at you, a bit surprised at your display but not unimpressed. A little smile on his face.

"Now, Ms. Perkins, will you kindly tell us where Losef is hiding?" John said it with a bit of an evil smirk on his face and a tone of amusement.

"Fuckin’ cocksucker," Perkins said under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" John asks.

"Fuck you," she said a bit louder.

John steps on her injured foot and says, "Ahh! Shit!" She yelled.

"Now, tell me what you said," John said while gritting his teeth. "No, he can't be hot in this situation; god, he looks good in that suit." you think to yourself as you stand back and let John do his interrogation.

"Fuck!" John places more pressure on her foot, digging his heel into the bullet hole.

"Fine! I'll talk! Ahh!"

"Good, tell me where Losefs is." John grabs her hair and pulls her face upward, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know where he is!" John places his foot on her bloody foot again.

"Then what do you know?" He grits his teeth and digs in the wound again.

"Ahh! In Little Russia, there's a church. It’s a front; it’s where Viggo keeps his stash." He lets go of her foot.

"Good." He moves his hand, and with the hand holding his gun, he hits her with the butt of his gun, knocking her cold. Her body slumps forward.

You turn to the phone, picking it up. "The front desk, please?"

"Hello?"

"Ah, Charon, we need to clean up here."

"Clean up? Did the job go better than expected?" Charorn said with a tone of delight

"Uhh, no, not that kind of fun; we had an uninvited guest try to kill John and me."

"Oh, I see; pardon me. Okay, I’m sending someone up now."

"Thank you,"

"And again, Ms. Y/N, I am so sorry."

"It’s fine; it was funny," you say as you let out a chuckle.

"Okay, thank you, Ms. y/n."

"Sure," you say as you put the phone down.

"So what was that about?" John looks at you,

"Ah, Charon thought we had sex," you say as you walk closer to him.

"Did he now?" He looked at you with his eyebrow going up in amusement; it seemed he was staring into your soul.

"Yeah," you say, looking away from his gaze and trying to compose your red cheeks.

A knock on the door is heard, and John cocks his gun.

"Don’t shoot; it’s clean up," you say to him as you turn your head towards the door.

"Come in; the doors are open!"

“Ms. y/n, Mr. Wick, we are here for clean-up.” The man in uniform is standing near the doorway.

“She is right there;” you gesture to Perkins. “She is alive and just knocked out."

"Okay, we will take it from here." The man said as one of his men cut her from the chair, placing handcuffs into her hands, and putting her on his back.

"Excuse me," the man said, "the management has given you the presidential suit as an apology; we are very sorry for the events that occurred." He hands the new keys to John and says, "Please don't hesitate to ask for anything you both may need; also, please remember to hand your room keys in."

“Thank you, John,” and I say it at the same time.

“Of course,” the man in the suit leaves.

“Well, that was something, wasn't it?” You say this to John with your head looking down. “So what now?”

“Well, we go to the church,” and he looks at you and hands you the extra key.

“I’m sorry, we?” You ask in surprise as your head shoots up to look at him.

“Yes, we. I need your help, and you're a good fighter.” He comes to you with the key in hand.

You take a deep breath. The idea of being on the hunt again excites you to the core; the rush of adrenaline. You sigh.

“Fine, we'll take my car.” You say this as you take the key from his hand. “And now that we will be working together, call me y/n.”

“Okay, deal, but you stay with me until we finish the job, and you call me John no more, Mr. Wick.”

“Got it,”

“Okay, let's get to work.”

#heavy duty laundry service #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick #baba yaga #keanu reeves #rosalinda

[unluckyhoneybee]

could u do white (best friend trope) and 21+23 for nico hischier?? first d for visual inspo if possible. thank you!

Random prompt list.

White: best friend.

21. "You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"

23. "He loves you, you know?"

D. Everyone knows you are in love.

You were buzzing with happiness. Even though you arrived late at the game, you were on time to see Nico's second goal. And as his best friend, you couldn't be happier.

When it ended, you waited for him. Soon, the loud and happy players appeared, wanting to see their families and significant others and to celebrate the win. But Nico wasn't expecting anyone. He was walking next to Jack and checking something on his phone. Hughes had to elbow him and laugh.

Nico gasped when he saw you standing there on his jersey, the C visible on your chest. Wow.

You hugged as soon as you could reach each other. You laughed and kissed his cheek when he shook you a bit in excitement.

"I'm so so proud, Nico"

"You came" He said with a smile and tucking himself on your shoulder. At the beginning of the game, during the warm-ups, he had looked at your seat and he had found it empty. He knew you were busy, you had talked about it and you had insisted you would try. He had gotten the ticket for you with the other familiars and invited people, but he didn't have many hopes.

"I couldn't miss this game, it's important for you" You said caressing his cheek. "Plus, you scored twice!"

"You saw it?"

"Only the second one, but what a goal!" You kissed his cheek and fixed his beanie. "I'm really proud, Nico. For real."

He had to fist your his jersey to keep himself from kissing you right there.

"Nico! Bring YN!" It was John, standing next to a very smiley Jack. They made Nico roll his eyes, but with his hand on your waist, he looked back at you.

"What do you say?"

"A couple of beers with the Devils? I'm in"

You found yourself next to Nico, talking and laughing with everyone else. But at some moments it was as if you two were alone. Sometimes the conversation reminded you of some inner joke or something that happened to you. You would forget about anything else. And everyone was aware of it. Some of them would look with smiles on their faces, then... then there was Jack, who was having the time of his life.

"I'm going to get another one, do you want some?"

"Please" You said giving him your best puppy eyes. He chuckled and bopped your nose before getting up and leaving for the bar.

Jack jumped to his seat.

"You don't need to give him those puppy eyes, he would do anything for you"

It made you blush deeply. "Jack..." you begged him.

"He loves you, you know?"

You looked at him and for the first time in the night you saw he wasn't playing with you. But you had no answer to that.

"You make him really happy and he is a bit stupid so..."

"Jack, stop bothering my girl"

And everyone went silence for a second before the teasing started. My girl, my girl, my girl. Nico wanted the floor to open as swallow him.

"I mean... Uh... She is my best friend... You know guys..."

Your face was burning and your eyes were in your hands.

"Sure, Nico... Here... Your seat next to your girl" Jack obviously had to add something to the teasing.

"Fuck off"

It was uncomfortable after that, but it didn't stop you to drift closer to Nico as the night went on. People got drunk, other got tired, some left to go to some club and other went home. The big table and other splayed around the bar got reduced to a smaller ground of people and many conversations.

You were hugging Nico's arm and your cheek was on his shoulder. You couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Nico's words, Jack's...

"Hey, are you tired?"

"A bit"

He smiled softly.

"Me too. Want me to drop you at home?"

"It would be nice"

So you headed out. A more than tipsy Jack took the opportunity to tease the captain a bit more, whistling and telling him to wrap it.

"Don't listen to him, he talks nonsense"

"Does he?" You asked and hugged yourself on the way to his car.

"Why do you ask that?"

You took a deep breath and bit your lip.

"Um... He said you love me"

Nico blushed deeply. Again.

"Did he say that?"

You nodded. Nico took a deep breath and stopped walking. You did too.

"He did." You faced your best friend. "Then... A second later you called me your girl so... Does he always talk nonsense?"

Nico stepped in your space, his hands on his pockets.

"Not always"

You shivered.

"I love you" You whispered and he smiled.

Nico cupped your cheeks so gently.

"I love you too"

You leaned a bit and kissed him softly. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?"

#Nico hischier #Nh #Fluff #Nhl #Blurb #Random prompt list

[lisadoduwuwow]

not a big fanfic or top of that✨

(sorry I don’t know what to call it lol🏃‍♀️💨) @purple-striped-shirt @cola-stripe

one day at Edd's house, Matt and Tom were doing their own thing as usual, they decided to stay at home without any incidents and so on, Edd was sitting on the couch and drinking his favorite cola, one day Edd heard the doorbell ring, Edd got up from the couch and I went to open the door and see who was there. Then Edd opened the door, he saw in front of him a tall girl in a mask, there was also a suitcase next to her, Edd was a little surprised when he saw this.

???: um...does Jon live here?

Edd: well, no, but of course who are you, do you know him?

???: well, I him-

Matt: Who's Edd?

Edd: well, some girl in a mask says Jon lives here?

After Edd’s words, the girl hesitated a little and couldn’t finish what she wanted to say. Then Matt started down the stairs and when he saw the girl behind Edd, surprise appeared on Matt’s face.

???: Wow Matt, I didn't expect you to be here, well hello long time no see!

Matt: Oh my God!? is this really you!? :0

???: well, who else, of course I’m Matt! ;)

Matt quickly ran up to the girl and found it as best he could.

Matt: You've changed so much, I wish Mark could see how much you've changed! :3

???: well that's for sure.

Edd: Matt, so you know him?

Tom: What’s all the noise you’re making, let me get some sleep already! >:(

*Tom said as he walked down the stairs*

Matt: oh and you're here too!

Matt: so guys, meet me, this is Leela, my old friend, we talked to her as children! :)

Leela: hi

Edd: oh nice to meet you Leela, I'm Edd and this is Tom! :)

Tom: Um, hi or what? :/

Leela: well, nice to meet you guys.

Matt: do you want to sit with us or are you going to leave?

Leela: Oh well Matt, I can't hang out with you, I'd love to hang out with you.

Leela: especially Matt, you yourself know that Jon is waiting for me.

Matt: oh I understand, but what if Jon is in the next house.

Leela: ok thanks, bye Matt! :)

Matt: Bye Leela! :D

Leela turned and walked towards the neighboring house and Matt, Tom and Edd left the house for a minute to follow Leela with their eyes (lol I don’t know what to call it XD)

edd: wait Matt, if she’s your friend, then how does she know Jon, didn’t she say something?

Matt: a-a-a... that's it, she's his older sister! :)

Tom: wait, what, his sister!?

Edd: what’s wrong with that, it’s cool to have a sister or brother! :D

Tom: Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t shout out like that -_-

they were about to go back inside the house when suddenly they heard John’s familiar scream, Tom already thought that this woman could harm Jon and quickly went back out into the street and saw an amazing sight. Jon is almost jumping with happiness and at the same time hugging Leela, and Leela is also hugging Jon back and at the same time laughing at Jon.

Leela: ok Jon that's enough! You're going to knock me off my feet! XD

Jon: ok sorry, I just didn’t expect you to come honestly! :D

Jon: you said that you would arrive in 2 weeks, didn’t you?

Leela: well, as you can see, I was released from my business trip earlier lol ;)

Leela: by the way, where is Mark, isn’t he at home?

Jon: well, he went shopping with Eduardo and left me at home

Jon: and I was thinking that we still have time to spend time somewhere, what do you think? :)

Leela: well I don't mind

Leela and Jon stopped hugging and went to the house, Tom, who was watching all this, was a little shocked, and Matt and Edd, who also watched all this, stood in Tom’s room.

Edd: Wow, they get along really well! :0

Matt: Yeah, they get along well before and now!

Tom: she’s kind of strange, I’m not used to it anymore.

Matt: don't worry about it, she might seem strange when you first meet

Matt: but if you get good with her then she can be a little so funny! :)

Tom: I really hope so.

Some time passed, it was almost dark outside and there were few people on the street, as usual he sat in his room and played his guitar (Susan), he thought about John’s sister who saw him today, Jon never said that he had sister or something like that, and he himself didn’t think about it and didn’t ask, although it seemed to him that Leela was too strange, he decided to leave the house for a minute to get some fresh air. Then he went out and felt a piece of fresh air, five minutes later he was about to go back into the house and heard a familiar voice, he quickly hid behind the fence and began to eavesdrop on what was happening there. It turned out that Leela and Jon were coming out of their neighbors’ house next door and they were talking about something.

Jon: Aren't you going to stay with us for the night? :(

Leela: Jon, you see that your friend, well.. I mean Eduardo..

Leela: not very happy to see me.

Jon: but where will you sleep then? >:[

Leela: ah.. this.. well, I’ll spend the night in a hotel for a while and then I’ll figure something out.

Leela: but don’t worry Jon, I’ll try to come to you again as soon as I can! ;)

Jon: ok, bye Leela have a nice evening! <D

Leela: same for you.

Jon walked back home and Leela watched him enter the house. Tom, who overheard all this, already wanted to go into the house too, but he heard Leela’s voice.

Leela: I know you're there, come out!

Tom had no choice but to get up and turned to face Leela who was standing on the other side of the fence.

Leela: so... so you're my brother's boyfriend if I'm not mistaken?

Tom: none of your business.

Leela: Wow, you're cocky

Tom: who even told you this?

Leela: well, Eduardo told me this, but what?

Then Tom heard the name and he frowned, this neighbor really infuriated him and for Tom his name became very annoying and Leela immediately noticed it.

Leela: but don't worry so much

Leela: I didn’t like him at first sight either, and he himself behaved strangely

Leela: you can read that you and I are even or something like that

Tom: well, that’s understandable, I’ll just ask you one question

Leela: just ask

Tom: it’s true that, well, you and John are brother and sister, I just didn’t understand from the first word

Tom: especially since you don’t even look alike

At this moment, Leela heard Tom's question, she frowned a little, Tom immediately noticed this and realized that Leela did not like what he said.

Leela: well, firstly, yes, I’m his sister, and secondly, he just looks like his mother, and I look like his father..

Tom: Yes, I understand, I guess I’ll go, goodbye.

Leela: stand.

Tom stopped abruptly and turned back to face Leela, Leela made a gesture with his hand for Tom to come closer to him, Tom was a little wary of approaching Leela, but still decided to approach. Then Tom approached Leela, she suddenly grabbed Tom by the jacket (I don’t know what to call it, sorry) Leela grabbed Tom so that he didn’t go anywhere.

Tom: what the hell are you doing, really!?

Leela: quietly.. I’m not killing you after all.

Leela: now listen to me here Tom, I understand you like Jon and he likes you.

Leela: but that doesn't mean you can spend a lot of time with him, my brother deserves someone better than you. And even if you can do this, I will probably approve of your relationship.

Leela: and that's all I said, did you understand me?

Tom: yes I understand, let the fuck go!?

Leela, hearing Tom, immediately obeyed and let him go, and for this Tom almost fell, since Leela was a little taller than Tom.

Leela: okay, I’ll go, otherwise it’s already dark enough, Oh, and what else.

Leela: please Tom, don’t cut John, I don’t like him then he’s sad for something or someone while Tom.

Tom just remained silent and watched Leela, unknown to him, in a direction that seemed difficult for him to find a common language with John’s sister.

(that's all for now, sorry for the lack of art since I'm a lazy ass lol🏃‍♀️💨)

#ew jon #ew tom #ew edd #ew matt #ew oc #ew leela #eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #ew fanart #eddsworld oc #me: 🤯

[measuringbliss]

Reading through His Dark Materials (Book 2) 2/2 (Chapters 10 to 15)

Check the first part if you haven't.

CH10

On one hand I'm still not really interested in Lee Scoresby, but if it means we also get to see Ruta's confrontation with Lord Asriel...

I wonder if Pullman had planned for this whole Grumman plot thingie when he wrote the first book. Is it wise of Lee to tell Grumman everything, though? I thought Asriel was protecting Grumman by faking the latter's death, which would imply they're allies.

So Grumman comes from another world right? He was probably part of John's expedition. I guess we can assume he *is* John. ...Oh, the next line literally says that. Okay. WAIT A SECOND. JOPARI? JOHN PARRY? OH MY GOD HOW COULD I MISS THAT?! Gosh I hope Will gets to reunite with him but I have a feeling he won't. So Lord Asriel was *not* part of the expedition. Huh. SO PARRY *IS* AN ALLY OF ASRIEL. OH MY GOD. PARRY REJECTING THE WITCH MAKES SENSE NOW.

CH11

Dear Mr. Pullman I do not need to see another description about Will's hurt hand.

I appreciate how real Lyra feels; she talks a lot about killing so-and-so and yeah, that's something a child would say. Talking about real, the scene of the children attacking Will and Lyra reminds me a lot of those happy times I was bullied. Masterful.

OMG SERAFINA ;-; Separating the children from the adults vertically is an interesting idea...

CH12

Are the Spectres the manifestation of repressed Dust from our world?

*Of course* he'd want to make military use of their research. Of course. Fuck. I hate this conundrum.

OH MY GOD. THE DUST IS ANGELS?!?!?!?!?!?! OH. SO. THIS MEANS A LOT OF THINGS. WHAT THE HELL. So I was right to think about the alethiometer's goal! It must be on Asriel's side. Wow. WOW. OH WOW. OH MY GOD. THIS IS SO COOL. I'M SO HYPED.

CH13

I'm not sure we (the readers) needed that much recap, it's happened a few times in the book by now and I guess it's also to keep the reader aware of what transpired, but still.

I'm disappointed we didn't get to see Ruta's meeting with Asriel! A summary doesn't satisfy my thirst. So did they fuck? I think it's a central question. An essential question. It's implied but it's weird, isn't it? Why would Ruta do that? We know she had a relationship with him, but she had *business*. With that said, it would explain why Pullman didn't show us the meeting proper...

Will and Lord Asriel are of the same race? Huh. Hmm.

So Mrs Coulter was Asriel's mistress? That's why their union was shameful, then.

CH14

I have ADHD, the Specters would never attack me lmao

See, THIS is a chapter I would have been satisfied seeing summarized. Lee Scoresby and his adventures continually fail to interest me, in part I think because they seem like your typical adventure story. Also, we're almost at the end of the book!!!! Is this really the time? I didn't need an action climax.

Well at least he's dead, so this issue shouldn't be present in the next book. Also, Serafina did fuck all. I thought she was going to help Lee but nope.

CH15

I HATE THIS MOTHERFUCKING APE.

(Mrs. Coulter is protected by The Plot. Lena can't harm her because The Plot dictates that Mrs. Coulter survives. IT'S THE PLOT!!!!!! I'm beginning to think she has a divine protection.)

Seeing ~Marisa~ seduce ~Carlo~ might be the most disgusting thing I've ever read.

Oh. So Æsahættr is just the subtle knife. I was expecting more but alright. I guess it's the only weapon that can harm God.

It's the second time a member of the Church tries to poison someone, I'm beginning to think it's a commentary, but surely the author wouldn't do that...

EVE? LYRA IS GONNA BECOME EVE? WHAT? THE SNAKE??? DIDN'T SOMEONE ASK SOMEONE ELSE TO BE THE SNAKE???? Wait. I thought Lyra would kill God but she's not supposed to?

...IS THIS JOHN? Wait, but Mrs Coulter and the dude both want a different outcome for the war. Is Mrs. Coulter on Asriel's side or not? YES. IT'S JOHN. TELL HIM, JOHN. FUCKING TELL HIM.

NO

FUCK THIS

OH MY GOD THIS WITCH

THIS FUCKING WITCH

I KNEW SHE'D BE TROUBLE. I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!!!

aaaaaaaah fuckkkkk

OH MY GOD *THIS* IS HOW IT ENDS?! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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I have to let things simmer a bit, but overall I really enjoyed the book. Can't see myself waiting for long before reading the third. What a sudden ending. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

#the subtle knife #his dark materials #literature

[pebblysand]

Hi!!! Happy travels! (is that thing in French or English?) soooo, I see you're going to read Evelyn Hugo, and this is my official request that when you finish it you come back here and give your opinions on it! I have A LOT of feelings/opinions about it, but I'd like to hear from you! Have a nice day!

hey anon! thank you! i don't think "happy travels" is a saying per se, but the french is "good travels", so i get what you mean <3.

okay so i'd actually started evelyn hugo this summer, and finished the rest on the plane yesterday, so i'm happy to report back! spoilers below the cut.

i gave it a 4/5 in my own little book rating system, and overall, i really, really liked it.

what i loved:

i loved how queer it was (which i wasn't expecting), but also how realistic it was in terms of queer stigma - not only with its time, but also with the film industry in general. i loved the conversation where one of them is like "elton john's been out for years" and the other one is like "yeah, elton john isn't living off his straight sex appeal though." it's kind of true. say a male-gaze beauty icon like megan fox was to come out as gay, i'm not sure she'd be as marketable, etc. so, in sum, i loved that aspect of the book. i loved the struggle everyone experiences with the sexuality, and how hard being in the closet also is, lying to everyone all the time. i thought this was great.

i also loved the way the book deals with the passage of time, and the phenomenon of getting old, especially in the public eye. i love how it blurs over whole sections of evelyn's life, in a "life just happened" sort of way, because that's also the truth, isn't it? years just pass sometimes.

i also very much loved (i think this might actually be my favourite thing about the book) how much value it puts on friendship, and chosen families, rather than biological families. i thought this was very unusual and refreshing, in adult literature. children's literature often puts a lot of value on friendship, then it all becomes about romance, and what the fuck do these people do with their friends, you know? and i felt like the relationship between harry and evelyn in this book was every bit as important as her relationship with celia, and treated with the same level of care and respect, which i very much appreciated. the fact that the happiest time in evelyn's life seems to be when they were all living in manhattan together felt so very precious. i frankly started bawling (in public, on the plane lmao) when harry died, and didn't stop until connor died. that's also perhaps something i wasn't expecting about this book. it is sad.

what i loved... less:

the reason why this book is a 4 ⭐️ and not a 5 ⭐️ is two-fold.

first, whilst it was well-written (and, if i ever manage to write an original work of fiction to this level, i will be very happy), the style didn't make me go "wow". the prose was great, it was lively and definitely enjoyable, but it didn't have the jaw-dropping factor i sometimes find in novels like incendiary or normal people. those are my five-stars, and this just wasn't to that level.

second, and most importantly, i just didn't like the end. i felt like the final reveal fell... flat? at least, for me. if the story of monique's father was going to be the front and centre of her relationship with evelyn, i would have wanted more... context? on her life, on her parents? i feel like if that was going to be The Story, then why spent all that time on her failing marriage? when the reveal happened, i was like "wait, who is james grant?" 😆. i just wasn't as shocked as i feel i should have been. i feel like this part of the story was unnecessary, didn't really answer anything, and if the gayness of her own father was going to be the question, then this reveal should have occurred maybe mid-book, and given monique more time to react to it/sort it out? idk. i just felt like the evelyn story was so beautiful and intense, it could have stood on its own, without that final reveal.

additionally, i'm a bit annoyed that nothing was said about the way that monique seemed to think moving the body in the car was Perfectly Okay until she found out the dead guy was her father, at which point she freaked? i would have loved for her to have a conversation with evelyn (or at leats it be addressed somehow) about how morally reprehensible actions against people you don't know, often feel a lot more justifiable than morally reprehensible actions against people you do know. this was totally not addressed, and it frankly pissed me off.

so yeah, overall, i really liked the book, but it had its flaws. but i'm curious, what are your thoughts? ❤️

#the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #asked and answered

[windlion]

Malevolent podcast, part 8! Eps 23-25

And now we're into the home stretch~~~

Don't ask questions you don't want answers to, Arthur. Delicious.

Oh, it correlated because Arthur just got monched on

"Why are we naked" NOT A GOOD QUESTION TO HAVE

Oh the floor is screaming that's casual

I mean, at least you're in nice digs?

Mmm. *side-eyes* You're wearing a bow-tie, I can't trust you

Why does he know your name?

Arthur all "do I look like I can buy the place"

Okay, good, Arthur also skeptical AF

"If we stay here we die" 8 ball says "Most likely yes"

I can absolutely see this as a video game sequence with the lightning and blackness

"What made you like him?" Yellow, you bein' transparent

Welcome to being the voice of reason, Yellow!

You think he's not going to notice the cold and the rain from the window opening? But better than being found!

"NOT HELPING"

Yellow "MAYBE IF YOU WERE AFRAID YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS BS"

Time for Yellow to be all ". . . I cannot believe you are doing this and not dying"

Y'all want to take a minute to get the star-footed bestiary deets?

Heart to hearts in a storage room~ aww, Yellow trying hard

"A levitating massive black stone" - thaaaat's the mountain guys

And a secret door!

Oh you guys gonna walk straight back into this guy

Who is Older Than He Looks, of course

Toot toot magic flute~ to control the invisible monster I'm guessing

And you have now activated the magic security alarm system

Ah we meet the owner of the femur?

Larson absolutely follows the Classic Villain playbook

WELP you took longer to get the point of the game, Arthur

"Wasn't" - I am going to guess that didn't hold super long

Cord is going to be a garrotte, I bet

OH but not the way I expected, yikes

Ohhhhh okay that's fucked

And then he was dinner. . . but not without some EYAGH

"Did I interrupt something?"

"I didn't peg you for a Catholic" *wheeze* that's a hilarious way of saying "I thought you were a cultist."

Yeah this guy is a creep

Arthur you are slow to get what I thought was your opening line

Okay that's . . . *grimace face*

Ohhh boy

And we hit Arthur's berserk button / breaking point, Arthur is going to fucking kill you

Ding ding ding, I am a winner

Yellow, you are being a dick and Arthur is breaking down apparently

And now we have an elegy for John

OH OH That is a Development!!

"Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket?!"

And now back to your regularly scheduled shit show! Petition for Arthur to have an hour or two of breaking down crying before passing out in exhaustion.

"You have your hand back!" Arthur, alarmingly happy to lose autonomy for company

Please remember the magic flute if you still have it

"You look like shit" Thanks, buddy, glad to see you too

"It was you without the -you-"

Arthur all "I have a man to kill."

You found the cultist's temple!

Are you sure you didn't just hit another mirror

Time for panic attack!

And John gets to be the moral voice

*side-eyes* Wow that honey moon period was short

"I guess" . . . Mmm that was not super positive

Box puzzle!

How many people have the Larsons chucked down here?

. . . Or they live here now

"We never actually tried waiting"

Time to talk~~~

You are doing whatever the opposite of back-handed compliments are

Arthur, my dude you are not good at this, but that is probably because you need ALL THE THERAPY

And you are realizing it, that's something

Oh okay he is accruing scars

AND NOW YOU REMEMBER THE FLUTE

One of them, one of them~ Introduce yourself to your new neighbors

Dinner bell has been rung!

At least that's relatively quick???

Time to hide in the pantry~

Oh we're back to this again

I get the parallel they're making here but I'm also sort of like . . . how are we expected to believe they completely swapped morals?

*eyes Arthur* ALL the therapy

"I'm not angry I'm disappointed"

Arthur I would also like you get your shit together

Go back into the estate to find your bag and the flute?

You are definitely getting your cardio in today

That's not quiet, John

The lighter is definitely Arthur's own talisman - which does explain why Killing it With Fire worked so well. I do kinda wonder if the other magic objects are also coming from individual people

Time for your colonial bullshit to be questioned, Arthur

*pokes Arthur* You need to get your head around the fact you killed someone. Not accidental manslaughter this time, but very deliberately. It wasn't necessarily premeditated murder but you sure as fuck don't have a high ground. And you may very well have caused other people to die.

"Nothing that doesn't come with experience" Or PTSD

"I've only done this to survive" not ALL of it

And that's your problem, Arthur, you need to own that if you're going to kill people or cause them to die by your inaction you need a reason for it, and you need to decide if the reasons are good enough for your morals. And the demon in your head is your Jimminy Cricket right now

~~~Cuuuuuult~~~

Yellow King knows them, that's not great

"Things military" gives you deja vu, hmmm

Arthur, you are not doing a great job of being forthcoming

Yikes that is a way to go

Yeah, John is getting all the psychic damage

"We can go home!" - What do you think is still there four months later?

"I'm okay, are you okay?"

Open the goddamn door Arthur

"Yet" that's worrying

. . . Cain? You be playin?

OPEN THE DOOR, ARTHUR

It's a temple, you idiot

John you are NOT HELPING

. . . And his head exploded, didn't it.

I scream at the top of my lungs, "What's going on?"

"Blackstone" = the floating mountain that people were worshiping and/or the mountain you're literally in right now

. . . That was a switch, Arthur

Yiiiiiiikes, that's a note to end on.

So clearly we've got more story coming, and I am Invested to see where it goes.

I am still frustrated at the see-saw of characterizations, like it's getting fast-forwarded too much to really explain or feel why. Telling not showing, I guess? It does make me think as a writer what's working and what isn't. The creator's getting better at the medium as they go, so I think it's been a really good learning experience.

#Wind is a ridiculous creature #Malevolent podcast #screamalong #eps 23-25 #wouldn't mind doing this for other podcasts/shows #hmmmmm what next #I do have ALL THE DMBJ to watch still #where NPSS is also very instructive by what he does and doesn't do XD

[youngbloodlisk]

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness: My Thoughts

spoilers ahead ofc

Oh my gosh it was insane

the way i gasped when john krasinski showed up?????? make that two dilfs in this movie im into

my friend and i saw it in Screen X so the fight scenes were allll around us it was so so so cool

guys my expectations were so high and this exceeded them

i love america chavez shes so cool

if you count chavez's betrayer strange and the zombie him as two different stranges (which i do), benedict portrayed four different versions of stephen Wow

when they said "Illuminati" i giggled cause all i could think was the old celebrity Illuminati conspiracies from years ago

"i love you in every universe" is easily the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life

the amount of rachel mcadams yes MAAM

so is this like the end of wanda. surely not but. but

dude i thought wong was gonna die 10/10 thought he was a GONER and i would have CRIED

the horror aspects were so fun i loved it so much

the scarlet witch was WOAH she was rlly evil demon girlbossing

when her orchard went WOOSH i was like woaoooooooaaaahhhhhhhh???!!!!!!!?????

WHEN CAPTAIN CARTER- that was so ? she wow

after all of this with slightly evil stephens i barely know if i can trust this one ESPECIALLY WITH THE THIRD EYE THING OH MY GOSH

he rlly cant catch a break can he. he was doing great so happy at the end and then just- someone let stephen have a month off just take a bath and watch a movie and rest and not worry about kids in danger or scarlet witches or interdimensional threats

that's all i have right now im still processing. but that's what i have right now. so crazy................

once again why did marvel have to bring in john. i didn't need a fifth rlly hot actor appearing in the mcu (cumberbatch, holland, johansson, garfield, now krasinski)

#doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #mcu multiverse #benedict cumberbatch #stephen strange #rachel mcadams #america chavez #xochitl gomez #elizabeth olsen #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #marvel #mcu #doctor strange 2 #oh my gosh #my head still feels dizzy im still processing #there was so much to take in #i cant #christine palmer

[whatyourusherthinks]

The Color Purple Review

To cut this review extremely short, The Color Purple is excellent. It tells a very gripping story, the characters are engaging and you want to see them become happy, and the music and staging is excellent. Go see it if the movie piques your interest even slightly.

What's The Movie About?

The Color Purple tells the story of Celie, a black woman who is separated from her sister and forced to marry an abusive farmer by her abusive father, learning to stand up for herself and escape her truly shitty situation.

What I Like.

The first thing that jumps out at me is the music. Despite not being religious, I love spirituals and hymns, I find their energy infectious and the music extremely catchy. I also like blues, which is pretty much all the music in the movie. The spirituality of this movie was interesting as well, even though it was was being applied to me, a staunch non God-believer. I appreciate that the movie handles really intense topics, but in a way that doesn't make me want to turn my head. Also, I knew nothing about the story before watching this movie, so I was pleasantly surprised when suddenly lesbians happened. I also appreciate that the message is that forgiveness is good, but don't go back to your piece of shit ex-husband even if he has changed his ways. John Batiste from Stay Human was a surprise cameo and I liked that. Oh yeah, and all the acting is really good.

What I Didn't Like.

Uh... There was a scene where it looked like there was Coca-Cola cooler in the background which I think looked anachronistic. There's a bit where the drunk husband is telling Celie that she's too ugly to make it in Memphis and I'm just like "What the hell are you talking about? Everyone in this movie is gorgeous except your dad." I dunno this movie is really good.

Final Summation.

Like I said before, the Color Purple is an excellent movie, and tells a story which all would benefit to experience. My biggest criticism is that there wasn't any Wow Factor. If you've seen the trailer and know the story it's exactly what you expect, there's nothing crazy to excite you. But so what? There's nothing wrong with something that meet expectations the best it possibly can.

#The Color Purple #Recommended Movies

[cosettepontmercys]

Ya I was talking about Emily Henry's YA. I actually read a bit of Happy Place yesterday and it seems promising. By the way, how do you feel about all of her books becoming movies? Anybody you can picture in these roles.. cuz I feel like that sometimes helps me. Which one are you most excited for? I feel like that might have been another reason I stopped reading her books cuz I wouldn't want the movie to be way different than what I thought and wanted to wait for the cast but it'll probably be a long time now.

Oh wow..I had no idea it was a popular book..I found it randomly and read it based on the title a few years ago lol. I don't want to get your expectations high with the Normal People comparison.. cuz I read them around the same time maybe. The Stepping Off Place is actually a book I think would make a great movie..and that's the first book I read where I could picture the whole movie. I even added stuff in my head about the characters that probably only make sense to me and added scenes. Ever since Taylor mentioned working on a movie, I have been thinking about this so it might be another reason why I feel so connected to it. I think it's kinda similar to John Green if I had to compare it to something.

Anyway I guess I'm the same with books or movies I love but I feel like it's easy for me to see why someone wouldn't like something..and I also have a hard time giving books 5 stars sometimes cuz I can always find small flaws even if it's something I really liked. I didn't wanna give too much away with these, since I just went into it not knowing anything, but there could be trigger warnings here just so you know. I would also love any recs you wanna give! My Monday is good. Hopefully trying to get rush tickets for Les Mis tour tomorrow!

hi friend!! hope you had a good day and hope you got les mis tour tickets 🤍 so sorry for the delayed reply!! i kept meaning to sit down and reply to you and then i kept getting pulled away in different directions! i'd love to hear your thoughts on les mis if you got to see it! i am super, super nervous about emily henry's books being adapted into movies! her books (particularly beach read + book lovers) means so much to me, and i'm worried that they'll diminish the role that grief (as well as the other heavier topics) plays in both books in favor of other things. there are also, very few adaptations where i feel like they do the original source justice (little women 2019, normal people, etc.). i really like the idea of jonathan bailey and simone ashley in book lovers, but that's heavily influenced by the fact that bridgerton season 2 had come out just before i read book lovers, and i was seeing both of them everywhere! and one of my friends sold me on zoey deutch and glen powell (they're in set it up, which is one of my favorite romcoms — highly recommend it if you haven't seen it yet) as harriet and wyn in happy place! i don't think i have a perfect cast for beach read or people we meet yet, but i was toying with the idea of kathryn newton (who is phenomenal as amy in little women pbs) as january for a while. i've been trying to be better about thinking of adaptations as a separate thing from the original source, but it's something i really struggle with, especially when the book means a lot to me! but it does look like emily henry is pretty involved with the movie, so that gives me a little more confidence in it. i'm so bad at picturing adaptations for books! i think it's easier for me with fantasy (not necessarily a cast, just like how it'd look visually etc.). i don't watch a whole lot of tv/movies (that's not entirely true; i watch a lot of hong kong tv/movies, but that's it) so casting people in books is often really hard for me. i'm so so curious about taylor's movie, and what that might look like! i'm really curious to see if the movie soundtrack will mostly be her songs or if it'll be something else. i personally have also been wanting her to write a musical (or at least, the score for one) for ages, whether it's an adaptation (like sara bareilles with waitress, ingrid michaelson with the notebook musical) or something completely new! i think the only books that i give five stars incredibly liberally are memoirs! i also do have a habit of giving a book a higher rating on goodreads than i do on my reading tracker — or on here, and also i have a tendency to adjust my ratings as i think about a book more. i'll look up the trigger warnings before i read either book; thank you! 🤍

#post: answered #🩷 anon

[mimisempai]

You are my favorite serendipity

Summary:

Serendipity : the faculty of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for

Greg, who has prepared a dinner party for his colleagues and friends, is surprised to see a guest arrive that he did not expect. However, the surprise is far from being unpleasant and it is not Mycroft who will say the opposite...

Notes:

There are characters that you want to see happy no matter what... and that's the case with these two. And if they can see that they'll be happiest together, even better.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37810006

Rating G - 2165 words

"You must come, Mycroft. It's Lestrade who's cooking."

Greg heard Sherlock's phone call from the kitchen and wondered what had possessed him to invite his brother. Not that he didn't like Mycroft Holmes, on the contrary, but he would never have had the audacity to invite the one he thought was out of his league.

Besides, he didn't cook anything fancy, Lasagna, homemade, the wine and beer were good but cheap, a far cry from the fine food and drink Sherlock's brother was used to. It was supposed to be just a meal between colleagues and friends to celebrate his promotion to Detective Chief Inspector of New Scotland Yard.  A simple, impromptu dinner.John had insisted that he do it at 221B Baker street because Greg's apartment was ridiculously tiny, which Greg could not deny.

Greg was feeling pretty enthusiastic about cooking for everyone, until that very moment. He heard Sherlock continue the conversation with his brother, "You're just saying that because you haven't tasted his cooking, Mycroft. Come on, don't be so uptight, if I can put up with all these people, so can you."

Cocky bastard thought Greg.

Sherlock sighed, "You know everyone. Stop being a lone wolf."

A few seconds later Sherlock resumed, "Well there you go. Oh before you hang up, don't put on one of your usual stuffy suits. There's no one to impress here."

I am already impressed thought Greg ironically. He happens to love Mycroft's posh suits.

He saw with amusement Sherlock's a proud smile on his face as he hang up the phone, satisfied to have had the last word.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Greg was only supposed to cook for Sally, Anderson, Molly, John and Sherlock and Ms. Hudson of course.

People who were positively predisposed towards him. People who would appreciate his cooking, who had already appreciated his cooking for some. People who were nice to him, or almost nice to him. People he didn't need to impress.

Mycroft wasn't supposed to be there. Maybe he should prepare something more elaborate, more impressive.

Sherlock interrupted his thoughts as he entered the kitchen.

"Greg, Mycroft is coming too. But he had to be convinced. You'd better wow him, or he'll never come to our little dinner parties again."

Thanks Sherlock for the extra pressure.

Anyway, he wasn't going to change the menu now. As he seasoned the salad, he watched the lasagna cook in the oven.

Until the doorbell rang.

Sherlock poked his head through the kitchen door, "You're the host, you open the door."

Greg rolled his eyes at Sherlock's antics but nevertheless headed for the door.

It was Sherlock's brother. Greg swallowed quietly because Mycroft had actually followed his brother's advice and instead of wearing his usual suit, jacket and tie, he wore black pants, a casual jacket and an open white shirt. Perfect as usual. And Greg realized, mortified, that he was still wearing his apron.

Well done Greg, you're well on your way to impressing him, that's for sure.

"Good evening. Um. Dinner should be ready in ten minutes. Make yourself at home."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, probably at Greg's outfit, and followed Greg into the kitchen with a half smile on his face, waving to the people there as he went.

Greg undid his apron and turned to Mycroft, "A glass of wine?"

"With pleasure." replied Mycroft without losing his little smile.

Greg went to grab a glass, filled it and handed it to Mycroft, completely oblivious to the animated discussions in the other room. As if the presence of the man had eradicated everything in the world of Greg who was only conscious of him.

To give himself composure, he opened the oven to watch the lasagna cooking, perfectly conscious of Mycroft's gaze in his back.

Greg wondered why he didn't join the group who were surely having a more interesting conversation than they were and turned to ask Mycroft when the other man, not losing his smile, said in a velvety tone, "If it tastes as good as it smells, I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

For the first time since Mycroft's arrival, Greg could smile in a relaxed manner. He put it down to small victories.

A little later, they were all sitting in John and Sherlock's living room. Everyone had helped out, except Sherlock, who preferred to give advice on the angle of the napkin folding and the way to set the table. Even Mycroft had more than once offered to fill the glasses.

When they had all helped themselves to the lasagna, Greg would be lying if he said he wasn't looking at Sherlock's brother in secret, waiting for Mycroft to take the first bite, waiting to see if he thought his cooking was passable, at least.

Greg's eyes widened as Mycroft let out a moan of delight at the first bite. He hurriedly took a bite himself to hide his reaction.

"Mm. You weren't lying, little brother, Gregory can cook. My compliments, Detective chief inspector."

Mycroft stared at him with his silver eyes, emphasizing the last three words, then raising his glass to him, he added, "Congratulations on your promotion by the way."

Greg decided to put that on the side of small victories, too.

Much later, when almost everyone had left after a very pleasant evening, only John Sherlock, Mycroft and Greg were left.

Greg went to get his coat then greeted the three men and headed for the door. When suddenly he was stopped by Mycroft's voice, "Gregory."

If he knew the effect his full first name in his mouth was having on Greg, Mycroft would not say it again.

Mycroft, oblivious to Greg's thoughts, continued, "You're taking the bus right?"

Greg turned and nodded.

Mycroft put on his coat while saying, "Let me drive you home. Well, me and my driver."

Seeing Greg's hesitation, Mycroft continued, "Please, it's the least I can do after this gorgeous dinner."

Greg tried to respond as soberly as possible, so as not to show how pleased he was with the situation, and obediently followed Mycroft to a car parked a little further down the street.

Once in the car and sitting side by side, Greg remained silent for a few moments after the car started, not knowing what to say.

It was Mycroft who broke the silence, "Where did you learn to cook like that?"

Greg sighed quietly, first hurdle passed, it was easy for him to answer that.

"When you live alone, after a while you want to vary the dishes, so I gleaned recipes here and there from my mother, friends, the internet, until I had a handful of easy and gastronomical recipes."

Mycroft smiled at him, a gleam in his eye that Greg had never seen before. Not that he spent his time looking into Mycroft's eyes, of course.

"I wish I had time to cook. It was... nice tonight. Thanks for letting me be a part of it. I hear from Molly that you're used to this kind of... little impromptu things?"

Greg shrugged and replied, "My parents are gone and I don't have any other family, so I guess this is kind of a way for me to reunite with the people who are close to me."

A silence answered him, before Mycroft said in a strange voice, "Well…that’s very thoughtful of you and... thanks again for letting me be a part of it."

Greg swallowed and replied, "My pleasure."

He was suddenly aware of their proximity in the car. Of the intimacy created by the absence of light and the brushing of their legs in some turns.

Greg tried to put on a self-assured face that he was far from feeling and said, "Sherlock warned me that if you didn't like my cooking, you'd never come again. So can we count on you for the next few times?"

Greg knew he was taking a risk but what did he have to lose after all? It wouldn't be the first time he'd been put in his place by a Holmes.

Mycroft remained silent and looked at him for a long time.

Noticing where they were, Greg exclaimed to break the awkward silence, "My apartment is on the next street."

"Gregory, did you know that Sherlock invited me here tonight because I asked him to?"

Greg thought he must have misheard and retorted, "What?"

Mycroft repeated calmly, "I asked him to call me, next time you have one of your dinners."

"Oh. Because you heard about my cooking? How could that be, by the way." Greg realized, and sighed, "Sherlock..."

"But why? I mean, why would you want to come to one of my dinners?"

Greg was becoming increasingly puzzled by the turn the conversation was taking.

The car had just stopped in front of the building where his apartment was located and Greg was seriously considering running out of the car.

Mycroft shook his head and, sliding a little closer to Greg to the point where their thighs were touching, he said a little softer, "Well for the company."

"The company?"

Mycroft didn't answer and continued, "And also to test the theory of Sherlock's claim that the Detective Chief Inspector is enamored with me."

Greg felt his blood run cold in his veins, he would not be a plaything in the hands of the Holmes brothers, nor would he be an object of wager or experiment. He began to back away towards the door, wanting to escape this situation as quickly as possible. He was going to go home, open a beer or a pack and tomorrow he would have forgotten everything.

He tried not to look too ridiculous and try to keep his dignity as he said, "I'm sorry, but Sherlock is going to have to stop playing with his friends' feelings like he's looking at them through a microscope. And you should stop playing his game. This is getting real-"

He was interrupted by Mycroft's finger just touching his lips to silence him, "Sherlock added, he's really blind not to realize it's mutual."

In surprise, Greg raised his head sharply and thanks to the light of the street lamp, he finally saw Mycroft's expression.

He was smiling gently and had a look on his face that Greg had never seen before.

He swallowed, "But... what did you just say?"

Mycroft, still with the same expression on his face, shook his head and replied with a soft chuckle, "You don't want to make me say that again, do you Gregory?"

Greg regained some confidence and replied in a playful tone, "Well actually, I think I'd really like to hear that again. Just to be sure."

Mycroft's smile widened and now he had the same playful glint in his eye as Greg, "If you really want to be sure, I can show you."

Greg held Mycroft's gaze as he leaned toward him.

His smile never left him as Mycroft kissed him.

And God, he was a good kisser. Greg grabbed the lapels of Mycroft's coat and kissed him back with the same intensity. He never imagined that Mycroft would be the one to initiate their first kiss. Greg never imagined Mycroft's hands on him. Mycroft's hands, moving from his shoulders to his neck to his face. Mycroft's hands on Greg's face. Thumbs caressing Greg's cheekbones.

When they separated to catch their breath, Greg laughed lightly and said, "If I'd known that all it took was a home-cooked meal, I would have invited you from the start."

"We weren't ready yet," Mycroft murmured softly, looking at him gently.

Greg nodded slowly and couldn't resist.He leaned in and kissed Mycroft again, briefly, before pulling back letting his hands linger on the lapels of Mycroft's coat.

He swallowed and asked softly, hesitantly, "And now?"

Mycroft grabbed one of his hands and kissed his palm before replying, keeping Greg's hand in his, "And now we each go home, and see what happens."

Greg nodded and leaning in toward Mycroft, he pressed a final kiss to his lips before whispering, "So good night, Mycroft."

Mycroft squeezed his hand gently before releasing it, "Good night, Detective Chief Inspector. Sweet dreams."

Greg got out of the car and leaning over he said softly, "I'm sure they will be."

As he closed the door, he heard Mycroft's vox, "Mine too, Gregory, mine too."

So he headed for the door of his residence and not caring how it would look, he didn't hesitate to look back at Mycroft one last time and didn't regret it. It seemed that Mycroft had as little scruples as he did since he had opened the window of the car and was ostensibly watching Greg. They exchanged a last smile before Greg closed the door on him.

He barely had time to put his keys down when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

I'll call you tomorrow morning. M. x

Received 00:30

Perfect. Good night Mycroft. G. x

Send 00:31 Seen

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There will probably be a sequel. I'm not good with writing multi chapters stories so it will probably be like a series of one shots, snippets about the evolution of their relationship.

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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🍭🦁°My Bambi To My Lion°🦁🍭

Daniel and Johnny take the twins to their first valley fest carnival .

...

Why,why--why can't I walk next to Sam ?" Robby questions,  as Johnny carries him in his arm . He fixes his hold on his son not wanting to drop him .

"You see Pup, Sam holds on to papa's hand as told so, however you on the other hand get distracted easily "

"Distacted ? " his pup repeated the word, not familiar within his vocabulary .

"Yeah man, but it's okay becau-" He stops as he lost sight of Daniel until he sees Sam waving at him at the booth they were stationed .

"Dad you got distacted.", Robby said , happy that he wasn't the only one , with his small hands he patted his dad shoulders in sympathy .

Chuckling at the statement , he heads towards Daniel and his Princess who were waiting for them .

"Yeah kid. You get that from me and your good looks , you'll thank me when your older ." High-fiving Robby , who nodded with a serious expression .

The booth had squirming kids getting their face painted . Looking at Sam who had a big smile , perhaps from all that cotton candy .

" Wow , Princess!, Your the most beautiful butterfly of Encino has ever seen.", Johnny said with a proud voice , his kids were the most gorgeous than any other children .

"Thank you!" Sam replied happy having her dad compliments ,

"We get it from Dad , We have to thank him when were older , Sam ." Robby shouted , catching sight of his sister.

"I want to be a puppy! Wait , Can i be a butterfly! " He handed robby over to Daniel  needing to got to take a leak -after drinking all that coke, but not before promising to come back quickly  .

"Dont get distacted!"

"I wont buddy"

He totally did .

There was some kind of motorcycle wining contest and watched a bunch of loser lose and then he got lost .

Returning back he was expecting the twins and a cranky Daniel waiting for him to give him a lecture but nothing was better as what he imagined .

The twins were having a energetic conversation, he guessed the sugar had not worn off from all the sweets he got for them much to Daniels disdain .

The best part was Daniel , his husband gave him a look that told him 'dont say a word' holding the twins much smaller hands.

"Looking good, Bambi !", He said with a teasing smirk that he knew it would get on Daniel's nerve .

And exactly that he was , his eyes seemed much more deer-like with the black paint that defined his eyes more , a cute snout was painted over his nose and white dots that resembled like the deer from the movie, except this Bambi was ready to hit him in the head.

" Real funny. Your next big guy ", Said Daniel , grinning knowing he wouldn't be the only one to look stupid .

Refusing to do so , his 3 favorite people tried to convince him with their huge adorable eyes but Johnny was a strong man , he wasnt going to fall for that .

Not today.

....

Walking out the gate , he had to hold back from punching people who kept on looking at his direction because he couldn't do so with having the twins in his arms , tired and sleepy .

In the car , Daniel helped him buckle Sam and Robby in their car seats . Turning on the engine , he turned to Daniel with a smirk.

" What a small deer doing all alone, you never know when a big strong-"

"John." Daniel side-eyed him refusing to play along .

" Your no fun , Bambi." It was silence on the way home until Daniel turns towards him, whispering wanting to wake up the kids .

" I really hope there's not a mean lion at home , Im just a defendless deer ." Daniel turned away quickly once seeing Johnnys giddy reaction.

Anything to make his man happy , even if it made him embarrased.

Johnny didn't care how stupid he looked with his big smile making him look like a real happy lion from the face paint from earlier .

"Don't Worry, Baby . I'll protect you ."

He's a happy Lion , Yes He was . Especially once he get's Daniel in bed.

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Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt. 4

Note: Here we go! This part is mostly a short fluffy moment. Reader being there for Bucky when he talks to Yori, and supporting him when he admits he will always be missing a key person in his amends. Next part will probably be more fluff, domestic and carefree Bucky cause we all know the Wilson's bring out the best in him. I'm thinking of what else to add to it so I want you guys to tell me what you'd like to see in part 4!

Updated: The first posting was all messed up and cut parts for some strange reason so it is now updated correctly!

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"This looks so different…" Bucky says as you two walk down the streets of Manhattan. "Steve and I would come to a hot dog stand on that corner after school. I would get him the same order every day" he says as you two walk.

"Wow, the same order" you smirk.

"He felt bad whenever I paid him, it was the cheapest order so he always asked for it no matter how many times I told him he could order something else."

"I have always admired your loyalty to each other" you say. "Never gave up on each other, always had each other's back no matter what."

"There was a time we were all we had left" he says and you could hear the nostalgia in his voice.

"Well, things change now" you bump into him and he chuckles, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. "You are not alone. You got Sam and you got me" you smile at him and he looks at you, smiling back. How much you loved this happy side of him was beyond words.

"I couldn't be more thankful," he says. His hands fall from his pocket and for a moment you see him hesitate after lifting one hand, until he realizes you were on his left side, so he drops it.

"You can do it, you know?" His eyes go wide for a moment, like if you have read his mind.

"Was it that obvious?"

"A little" you giggle and you can see his cheeks flushing. You reach for his gloved hand, but he moves it out of your reach. "Easy steps, remember?" You pause as you look at him. He nods his head before moving his hand to yours and you hold it. "So…" you trail off and get close to him, taking his arm and wrapping it over your shoulder. "This is what you wanted to do, right?" You ask him with a smile.

"Too predictable?" He asks.

"Not at all," you grin. You notice he is almost hovering it, he is touching you alright but not letting it actually drop on your shoulder. "Relax," you say. He let out an air through his nostrils before he rests it completely. The arm wasn't that heavy, or it wasn't to you. You haven't said anything about the Serum still having a slight effect on you although you have slowly felt it leaving your body.

"Thank you, for being so patient," he looks down at you as you two walk down Central Park.

"I told you I'd wait for you, I meant that" you admit. "I'm sure you will get the hang of being around a girl real quick again" you tease.

"I wonder what Steve said to you about me" he chuckles.

"That you got all the girls, even the dates you got for him" you smirk. "A true charmer" you say playfully.

"Jerk" he chuckles. "I didn't even try."

"With those looks? Of course you didn't try. One word and girl's would show you their ankles in one go" you laugh.

"Now I see enough ankles" he looks around and you elbow his side playfully and he pretends to be hurt.

"Don't you dare look other girl's ankles, Barnes" you tease.

"I'll try," he chuckles. "How have you been feeling though?"

"It's...almost gone" you shrug. "I mean, I feel it still but it isn't like the first time."

"I don't like that," he frowns.

"I know. If that stays in my system you won't see me as someone you have to save or help cause I can take care of my own."

"It has never been about that, doll" you duck your head so your hair falls and covers your cheek. The word making your cheeks flush instantly. "I'll still be there to save you, and you don't need saving so it isn't even that. You don't need help. I'm just worried of the toll it could have on you. That was a prototype, we don't know the side effects it could have…" he admits.

"Hopefully none" you bite your lower lip.

"We will figure it out," Buck says as he stops to pull his phone out when it starts ringing. "Sam?" You eye him curiously as he answers.

"Look at those lovebirds, taking a walk through the park like old people" you hear Sam on the other side of the phone. Your eyes look around the green areas, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Considering I'm a hundred and six" Bucky is looking for him too, dropping his arm off your shoulder.

"You dumbasses realize that I can fly, right?" That makes you two look up and you squeak at the sight.

Sam was above you, his wings and uniform were different, more white than the colors that Steve used to wear for his Captain America uniform. It was a sight. He lands perfectly in front of you, wings extended before they get concealed.

"Holy shit, is that what you asked Shuri to do?" You ask Bucky.

"Just a little something," he shrugs.

"Damn, Sam." You laugh as you go around him, his wings coming out scaring you off making him laugh.

"You like it?" He asks.

"I do" you say and squeak again at the shield on his back. "Oh, that's awesome." You say as you poke the shield.

"Thanks, man." Sam says to Bucky with a grin.

"No problem." Bucky says with a nod of his head. "What's up?"

"Karli is going to try to sabotage the votes in the GRC tonight" Sam says.

"If you give me a chance to change to something more comfortable I can be there."

"Alright. Voting starts in an hour. I'll send you the coordinates" he says and the jetpack initiates. "Sorry for ruining your date!" He shouts as he goes up to fly away.

"Right," your lips pressing together and you turn to Bucky. "You are going to change too?"

"Nah, I think I'm good. I'll go with you."

"If you want you can go and meet with Sam. I'll be quick" you shrug. He eyes you and you tilt your head, "I'll be fine, Buck."

"Be fast," he says and pecks your lips before he walks away without a glance back at you. It takes you a second to process that gesture before you start running back to your place.

When you get into the building, Sam, Bucky and Sharon were already inside in their respective places for the mission. Karli was forcing everyone out, which you had to admit, it was quite smart. Then you find yourself in the garage of the building where the armored cars with the Senators were leaving from. "Bucky?"

"I'm here," he says as he comes from your side. "Karli distracted me on the phone." He says as he takes the keys from one of the bikes, tossing it to you before he gets on one of them. "You are coming with me."

"Seriously guys, you had one job," Sharon says from your earpiece.

"You worry about your guy" Bucky says as he accelerates the bike. "Stay behind me." You nod your head before reviving the engine and taking off as instructed.

When you arrive at the meeting point of the Flag Smashers, Bucky turns to you, "You still have that adrenaline rush?" He asks, not stopping his bike.

"I think so!" You shout.

"Get ready!" And with that he hits the break of the bike, sending him forward and he tackles one of the group.

You jump off yours before taking the bike by the handles and flinging it forward to the group, taking down two of them at once. You are quick to run to them and kick one on the side, sending him back a few feet away, the other one comes at you and you avoid their hits for a moment before they take both of your arms. You screech as they try to hold you back but you are quick to kick the back of the knee of one of them, making her lose her grip before you move backwards behind the other person, making them follow you for a moment which gives you the chance to use their weight to your advantage and fling them over you and to the floor with a loud thud.

"Karli!" You shout as you see the group lighting up both trucks. Bucky is quick to try to open one and you go for the other one but to no avail.

"Morgenthau!" Walker's voice echoes and your eyes widened and you look at Bucky.

"How the hell does he keep showing up?!" You ask, but not really expecting an answer.

John is getting beaten by the Flag Smashers and Bucky is quick to save him from one of them, and you get to Karli, kicking her on the side, sending her against a fence. "Don't make us do this, Karli." A member of the group catches you off guard and wraps their arm around your neck, Karli delivers a few punches into your stomach that takes your breath away before punching you in the face. You are let go of and drop to your knees. Yep, the Serum was wearing off. Your vision was blurry, but you see Karli kicking Bucky and you see him sliding to the edge of the construction site before falling, hearing his scream. "Bucky!" You shout and are quick to stand up and run to the edge.

Everything keeps happening in quick blurs. John helps hold back the falling truck you couldn't open, and he manages to almost do it until the group kept going at him making them all fall to where Bucky was. Sam stops the truck from falling and is able to open the doors thanks to Redwing, so you help the Senators before jumping down to where your friends were. Batroc throws smoke grenades and Karli and her crew escape your sight until Sam identifies them and you follow, along with Walker.

Next thing you know, Sam is bringing Karli's body and talking with the senators and you had to lean against one of the trucks to process her death. Of course you didn't know her, but she was just a kid fighting for a very good reason but in the wrong ways. She was just a kid.

The next morning, the sound of a knock on your door woke you up. You lazily stand up, dragging your legs across the floor to your apartment door. Usually you would ask before opening the door, but you were too tired from the fight from last night to even be careful. When you open the door, you find the Sergeant right in front of you. "Hi" he breathes out. "Sorry, I- I didn't mean to wake you up."

"No. It's okay. Um...Come in" you step aside and he walks in. His cerulean eyes look around your apartment while you close the door. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. It's just...I want to go visit someone, you know, about what Sam talked to me about...I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. If not it's okay. It's early but-"

"Yeah," you interrupt him and he sighs in relief. "Just let me change real quick before we go" you pat his chest as you walk to your room, leaving him behind you. You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side and grabbing a bra and pulling it on, then throwing a shirt on. You reach for your jeans and step on them in front of the mirror, only to catch Bucky's eyes before they drift away like the gentleman he is.

He takes you in his bike to his destination, your arms wrapped around his waist. This felt too... intimate and your head can't help but wander off at the situation, you have to shake your head when things get heated in that daydreaming you were having. He parks the bike on the street side and turns it off. He was quiet, jaw clenched, eyes showing his concentration.

"Buck?" You call as you step out of the bike, following him. "Are you sure you are ready?" You ask him as you step in front of him.

"Yeah…" he clears his throat and your head tilts to the side.

"I'll be out the door, okay?"

"I don't know where to start…" he admits, looking at the entrance of the building. He was nervous, fidgeting with his own fingers, his voice slightly trembling.

"You will when it comes to it" you nod your head. You take his vibranium hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze. "Just one more name and you will be free, Bucky." A smile goes up your lips and his head nods.

"I know... It's just...he trusted me from day one. Telling him this about his son after so long…"

"I'm sure Yori will understand, not right away, but he will" he returns the squeeze of your hand before letting go. He walks inside and you follow him closely. He hesitates in front of the door before knocking. You lean against the wall, he looks back at you and you nod your head before his eyes return to the door as it opens.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Yori asks as he looks at James. "It's early, come in before someone calls the cops" the man says before he catches your form a few feet away. "Is she with you?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, but don't worry about her…" Bucky waves off. You nod your head to the man with a smile before Bucky walks in and the door closes.

You wait patiently outside, your head resting against the wall and closing your eyes. Not even twenty minutes go by until you hear the door opening and Bucky walking out, shutting the door close behind him. You could see he was on the verge of tearing up, the tip of his nose red, his shoulders hunched and his head hanging low. "Bucky," you call quietly and he looks at you. He walks up to you and you wrap your arms around him. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay…" you coo as he holds you close to him, the few tears he let out wetting your shirt. "You gave him closure, Bucky. You gave yourself closure. You did the right thing…"

"He won't forgive what I did. What I did to his son…" his voice was shaking and it broke your heart into a million pieces.

"He won't forget, but he will understand later that it wasn't really you. I promise" your hand moves to the back of his head, your fingers soothingly moving along his scalp.

After a few seconds, he pulls away before taking his book out of his jacket pocket, taking out a pencil as well and scratching the name off his book. He stares at the book for a moment, looking at all the names he has crossed. Your hands place on top of his and you press your lips against the back of his palms, he looks down at you and nods his head before sighing and putting the book back on his pocket. "I need to do one more stop…"

After taking the bag with the book and an envelope with Bucky's gratitude. He takes you back to your place. You don't remove your arms from around his waist until after he turns the bike off. "Feeling better?" You ask, your chin resting on his shoulder blade.

"I do," he says with a nod of his head.

"Come on," you say and pat his back before stepping out of the bike and walking to your apartment. He is quiet as he walks with you and comes through the door, sitting on your couch. "We have to drink for today" you say as you walk to your fridge and pull two beers out, tossing one to him which he is quick to catch with his vibranium arm. "For closures, for partners, and for the beginning of something new" you say with a smile as you sit beside him.

"Cheers to that" he raises his beer before the two bottles make a crystal sound as they bump into each other. He takes a sip from his drink and stares at the bottle afterwards, his mind somewhere else.

"Steve would be proud, you know?" The mention of his best friend's name makes his eyes light up. "I know I am" you say as you take a swig.

"I thought I would never be able to finish that list," he says. "There's still one person I couldn't even apologize for what I did back then. I know they hated me for it but-"

"You are talking about Tony?" His head nods. "He never brought it up after what happened" you say. "Tony felt betrayed, Steve kept that from him, never mentioned it. That alone and the accords complicated things to a different level."

"That was a horrible moment…"

"Tell me about it" you say and take a sip of your beer, so does he. "I had to step out, I couldn't fight Tony, I couldn't fight Steve or you. The best thing I did was to stay out of it. I couldn't have forgiven myself if I fought any of you…" you say. "Tony wouldn't have admitted it...but I know he knew it wasn't something you could've controlled."

"Even then, I never got a chance to say something about it…" he says as he fidgets with the bottle. His cheekbones doing that thing you couldn't describe but you found attractive…

"I'm sure he understood in the long run…" you assure him. Bucky was looking at the floor, lost in thought.

"Hey, no. Let's not ruin the good moment we were having" you whine as you lean against him and he let out a soft chuckle. "We have to celebrate later with Sam. He is officially out there as Captain America," you raise your bottle and grin.

"True" you can see how proud Bucky was of Sam by the smile that appeared on his lips. "I'm glad he took the shield back."

"I'm sure he is too, and he will do a great job. He already did with that speech." There is a moment of silence. "I'll go get another one, you want one too?" You ask him noticing his beer was about to be empty.

"Uh, yeah, sure" he lifts it up.

You walk towards the kitchen and open the fridge, pulling two beers. "I have to restock-" you say as you turn around only to be met by Bucky's body a few inches away. His gaze was soft as he looked down at you. You could feel his hot breath close to you, and you were sure he could hear the fast beating of your heart. His tongue runs along his lips, and you can't help but bite on your lower lip as you look up into his eyes. "Bucky-"

"I just...want to try something…" his vibranium takes the beers from your hands and sets them aside, then resting it against the fridge, caging you, but where in any other situation you would've been defensive, you were calm because this was all Bucky, not the Winter Soldier. His other hand moves to the side of your neck, his fingers resting on the nape of it, moving ever so slowly. You can feel your cheeks flushing, your breath hitching as he leans in, his lips pressing against yours slowly. Three times you two have kissed, three times he has kissed you differently and three times you have felt different.

The first kiss was an impulse of yours, very out of place, but he kissed back anyway, even if it was a liplock kind of kiss. You felt guilty about it, you felt like you took advantage of the situation and you two had a small argument about how you shouldn't apologize for it. The second back at Sam's house which he initiated. It lasted somewhat longer than the first one, it was something that happened with the moment because you were talking about your status. Now this, which you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to try that something. You melted into the kiss, trying to mold your body against his. Your hands rest on both sides of his hip ever so lightly, your lips moving slowly against his, his tongue brushing your upper lip. Your head tilts, deciding to test the waters by deepening the kiss, and you were glad when he didn't pull away like the first time.

His body presses closer to yours and your fingers curl around his shirt, unconsciously pulling him closer. Your teeth graze his lips and he hums, and gosh you would lie if that didn't awaken something in you. He pulls away slightly, and you take the chance to get your breathing in check, your eyes open slowly while his remain close for a few more opens until his eyelids lift. "You good?" You ask under your breath and he nods, noticing he was short of breath as well. One of your hands let go of his shirt, moving up his side and wrapping around his neck, the one on your neck moves to your waist, holding you close to him but he leaves against the fridge his metal arm.

His lips connect with yours again, this time isn't slow, it's more urgent and you can't help but give into it. You bring him closer, if possible, as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Your tongue trails his lower lip, and he grants the access, a soft moan escaping your lips as his own intertwine with yours. His finger traces your skin where your shirt rolled a bit and you shiver under his touch at the contact of his hand touching a part of skin he hadn't touched before.

Then your phone goes off and you break the kiss, your forehead resting against his as you pant, so does Bucky. "I-"

"Yeah. It could be urgent…" he clears his throat and drops his left hand from the fridge and the one on your back. You look at his lips one last time, catching your breath before walking to the table and picking up your phone.

"Hey, Sam" you say as you look at Bucky who slowly turns to face you.

"Hey, kiddo. Just wanted to invite you and Barnes to a cookout my family will have tomorrow."

"Oh, uh" you look at Bucky who shrugs. "Sure, I'll let him know."

"He already knows, huh?" Sam chuckles.

"Shut up, Sam," you say playfully.

"Well, be safe. Have fun. Not too much fun though" Sam chuckles.

"Weren't you the one to tell us to take baby steps?"

"Depends on how big the baby already is."

"Sam!"

"I'll see you two tomorrow! Bye now!" And he hangs up.

You stare at the phone in your hand before sighing. "Cookout tomorrow?" You offer the man an apologetic smile, tapping your phone against your palm.

"Would be nice to go back," Bucky shrugs, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I go if you go."

"Only if you want to" you walk to the counter, standing on the other side of it so it was the only thing between you two. "We can take the first flight tomorrow. I can go and pick you up," you shrug. Then you have that idea… "Or you-" you stop yourself. Nope. Too straightforward. "Nevermind."

"What were you going to say?" His head tilts, eyeing you curiously.

"Oh, nothing" you put your phone down on the counter and scroll through the airline app looking for a flight. "There is a flight tomorrow at 5am. We can get there early to spend some good time there." Best attempt to change the subject, but when you look up, Bucky is eyeing you. "Oh, no. I'm not gonna talk."

His lips purse and he walks around the counter and you curse under your breath. "Would it be that bad?"

"Terrible actually," you swallow harshly as he stands in front of you, his arms crossing against his chest making his biceps bulge out. Why was he like this? His head nods in agreement, but he has that face that you know he won't let go of it until you speak up. You sigh. "Fine," you pause. "Can I walk you through a hypothetical?"

"Using my words. This sounds promising" he says, and you see that playful smile on his lips which purse as he waits for the answer. No matter how many times he smiled, you were glad about two things. One, that he was now falling to the Bucky he once was, he was getting his personality back. Two, that his smiles were around you, that you in a way have helped him. Yes, there was still a long way to go because he still hesitates about some things, but it was okay. Every new thing he tried you took it as a huge step.

"So, what if, hypothetically, you…" you trail off, "you stayed the night and we go to the airport." His gaze softens, and you see he is thinking of your words. "Hypothetically, okay? Like, just an idea. That way we just go straight to the airport." You can't help but chew on the inside of your cheek nervously.

"That's- I would- I would like that" he was stammering. "But, um...I don't want to make you feel-"

"If you say uncomfortable after you kissed me not more than five minutes ago I'm gonna kick your ass" you say and he smirks, but he remains somewhat serious. "You can sleep on the couch" you were regretting this. The more you say, the more you felt you were screwing it up. "I mean, if you want, Buck. It was a random suggestion." You wave off and turn around to continue looking for the flights.

"Hey" Bucky calls and you continue on your phone. His hand rests on your back before it reaches your waist and turns you around, you avoid his gaze but he bends down a little to meet it. "I would like nothing more than to stay with you, doll" he starts. "But I- I don't trust myself enough to stay around you while the nightmares are still there. I don't want to hurt you."

"Bucky," your hand rests on his cheek, his stubble poking the inside of your palm, feeling his warmth. "I trust you." He leans against your hand and kisses the inside of it, sending warmth all over your body. His cerulean eyes were looking at you with such affection that was making you weak. "I know the Winter Soldier is gone. It's just a matter of time that the nightmares will stop, when you feel more at ease."

"I know, doll" he nods his head and you smile softly at him. He pulls you closer to him, leaning in and kissing your forehead. Lips lingering there for a moment. "I'll go get my things. Text me which flight you choose" he says as he pulls away, letting go of your body before walking out the door.

You felt like this trip could help him. There was nothing to be worried about. No Zemo. No Karli. No Flag Smashers. He could now be at ease and sort his thoughts out now that he has finished his book. This could be the perfect getaway if things planned out right.

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[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME - 12 |n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : mentions of blood and brutality. For future chapters, major character death(s).

words : 

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or              

“  curiousity got the cat hitched”

K.M masterlist

A/n : this was supposed to be a longer chapter. The Tumblr was bring problematic since three days. This is not how the chapter was supposed to end but i couldn't post anything longer than this so i had to make changes to end it on a surprise tone like other chapters. I hope you still enjoy it.

Was he asking for too much?

His unsteady hand rose and fell, internal monologue stopping him from knocking on the door. Johnny wasn't sure how he even ended up outside taeyong's door. One second he was fighting with his thoughts and the next second he found himself jumping out of his car, almost ready to confront the person behind the door. 

He took a deep breath and was about to drum the wood when the door opened from inside, taeyong's sleepy figure greeting him instantly.

"John. Why are you here so late? Do you need something?"  from red pressed strikes on taeyong’s face, anyone would have guessed that he had been sleeping.

“Johnny! I’m talking to you.” he waved his hand in front of johnny’s distracted eyes.

“Huh” 

“Do you want something?”

“y/n.”

Your life was back on the wagon. Not truly but with a few exceptions here and there, it certainly felt like the old days. You were in chois on weekdays and took tuitions on the weekends. You met your friends while visiting the library and everything felt quite normal. Even with a few oddities, that being the five day training sessions with Jungwoo, some new people in your life, a residence that you felt happy coming back to, absence of someone that you’d never grown a liking for, everything was smooth. Just like before. The only thing you missed was some time. Time for yourself. Though you lived alone, which was a luxury nearing its end, you barely got a few minutes alone with your mind and that was something you craved more than the drink shoved in your hand at the moment. 

You loved your friends, without any doubt, but they lived with the bad habit of disregarding your feelings, feelings that said you would be anywhere but the restaurant you were sitting in. 

“y/n is going into hibernation again.” minjun’s voice broke your trance.

“What did you say?" You challenged him but he cowered in his seat and turned his focus on the soggy french fries instead. When he silenced, yugyeom spoke up, 

“Yo y/n. Don’t scare the child. Just drink away your sorrows. The wine is quite expensive here. If you are making me pay then at least make it worth it."

Suddenly, Jungkook's loud snorting caught everyone's attention as they all quietened, waiting for him to reveal the reasons for his action. Swirling his burgundy glass, he chugged the last bit of the drink before leaning backwards in his chair, relaxing himself.

"Now what's the drama with You" Yeong grumbled, clearly intoxicated. 

"She's already hammered" minjun giggled. 

"When are you going to invite us to your house y/n?" Jungkook chimed in, a smirk plastered on his blushed face. 

"Oh yes. Ms. Lawyer no more l-lives i-in the d-dorms." Yeong hiccupped, losing the grip on the bottle of soju. Yugyeom chuckled at her antics before snatching the bottle away to avoid any fuss.

"I also meant to ask you but you are never available for more than an hour or so. Are you doing alright" gyeom shifted his chair towards you while keeping a hand on his girlfriend's back.

You didn't know how to reply or what to trump up so they'd stop pestering you. However, you had no other choice than to continue with the streak you had started a few months ago.

"Of course i want to have you there but my roommate is very, how to explain, very bitchy. He got this corporate job and he-he works from home so I'm supposed to pretend like I do not exist and keep quiet. That includes no outsiders as well. It's gonna be like this for a few months i guess"

You mumbled the last part.

 You averted your eyes but didn't mean you could've escaped their intense judgemental gaze. You repeated the whole lie that you recited to arrange it in the box of deceit that you were filling since the commencement of these stories. Forgetting any of these would mean shattering their trust. And that was exactly what you were supposed to protect.

Once reiterated, you gathered how foolish the sentence was. Had it been said to you, there wasn't a chance of putting your belief in it. But your company was drunk enough to believe it; two of them were enough to carry the whole table.

"Wow. How horrible of him. We should take y/n with us yugy. She'd be happy and she can invite anyone." Yeong low-key let out a little drunk growl to press her point. 

Yugyeom cooed at her before replying,

"And where will you live? Our apartment has only two rooms and both are occupied. Where do you plan to settle down instead?"

His question made her think harder than she ever had in life as she picked at her jutted out lower lip. 

"Laundry room. You and me, will live in the laundry room because y/n needs a nice home."

"I already have a nice home yeongie." You took the opportunity, got up and reached out to pinch her cheeks, "but you won't know unless you are sober. Take her home, yugy. I'm also sleepy so I'll get going. See you on Tuesday." 

" It's already 11. Let me drop you home." Jungkook suggested, startling you.

"No It-

"Yeah you drop her. I'll take Yeong and minjun home but help me in carrying their asses to the car please." Yugyeom pleaded. He left the bills on the table and took Yeong in his arms. You expected jungkook to do the same but he passed minjun your shoulders instead,

"Wait for me outside. I have to call someone first." and he walked away, his lover grinning on your shoulder like it was the funniest thing in the world but you were fine as long as their drunken state saved you from some heavy confrontation. The only person left was jungkook and you had the perfect idea to dodge him as well. 

"So the same place or are you staying in the dorms this weekend?" He asked, driving out of the busy street.

"Just drop me at the nearest bus station. I'll ta-

"Nakamoto residence or the dorms y/n" you almost choked on the air as the word left his lips. Taking a bus home had seemed like the perfect plan but you had overvalued your common sense. Again.

"What are you talking about?" With hesitation evident in your voice, you muttered.

"Do you really think you'd go to a random house in front of me that I know nothing about and you'd be left alone without questions. I was there until the door was opened by someone. You really thought I'd have left you with a stranger. But i knew something was fishy when the receptionist told me that it's a home sweet home of Mr and Mrs nakamoto. Now spill before I get yugyeom to ask in his own way." He shifted the gears in frustration, your relaxed persona bothering him to no end. Getting jungkook wokred up wasn't a grunt work. He was like a matchstick, always ready to be ignited by any possible frictional surface. 

"It's not what you are thin-

"Don't lie please," he started, words dangerously polite, "If he's your boyfriend then there's no need to hide y/n. We would always be there to support you. When, how, why, i don't want you to feel pressured to answer me. Just because you go around with no commitment tag doesn't mean we'd judge you if you ever got in a relationship. We love you. Make us part of your life like we do. Can't we just expect that much." 

You gulped at how disappointed he sounded. He was right. You needed to include them in your life adventures but how were you supposed to explain him the riots you were dealing with. How were you supposed to spill everything without him getting his sword out. That would only lead to more troubles than you had the power to deal with. Trouble for you, him and for everyone who'd be passed that secrecy. 

So you begged, for some more time until you'd be more than comfortable to let all of them into your present life. 

Like every other word, this was also a lie that, in the first place,  you never chose to proceed with. 

He might have give in to you, but you knew eventually you'd have to muster up the courage to answer him and that day would decide another turn of your future. 

And you would make sure, inter alia, to shift the wheels in a more likeable direction.

“Use your fists!” 

Jungwoo’s grip was strong. His one arm was holding your waist and the other was around your neck. It was painful but you knew he wasn’t going to let go easily this time. This was the third consecutive scuffle or demo fight with him within the span of the last forty five minutes and having lost the last two, awfully at that, expectation of some mercy was not very demanding on your part. But only if he would grant that! You heard his chuckle as you wriggled in his hold. He was clearly having a lot more fun than you were. There was no way you could’ve applied renjun and hyuck’s advice but you still tried to follow their vague instructions.

“Bit his arm and turn.”

“No, don’t. Turn around and hit his torso with your knees.” 

Bit him?

Halting your movements, a low grunt left your lips as you lowered your body and pressed your teeth on his flesh. He screeched and immediately retracted his arm. Taking advantage of his loosened grip on your waist, you whirled around and raised your knee to strike at his upper body. In an instant, your hands fell on your knees and you inhaled a harsh breath, regaining your strength. Jungwoo, on the other hand, was curled up on the floor like a baby. You wanted to laugh at him but the more astonishing thing was the lack of any noise from your cheerleaders. Right from the start, they were rooting for you like you were earning them some hard cash and now that you had done exactly what they had wanted, they were silent. 

“Wha-

you opened your mouth to speak but their lack of attention held you back. Their eyes were fixed at Jungwoo,who still laid where he had landed. 

“What did you do?” renjun shrieked.

“Exactly what you told me to!” you replied with heavy breathing.

“We said torso!”

“Yes and i hi-

Mechanically your hand slapped your face as you noticed the position of jungwoo’s hands. You had, mistakenly, kicked him in the groin which only meant more trouble for you. 

“Save me.” you mouthed to hyuck and renjun while approaching jungwoo. 

“Sorry teacher.” you mumbled.

He remained quiet for a few seconds and didn’t make any movement. When he did, you took a few steps back, afraid of his wrath. Palms down on the mat, he sat up and with painfully quiet voice spoke up,

“Looks like you won. Good j-job. I think i need to visit the medical room. You can go and celebrate.”

“Does it pain too much” pointing to his crotch and averting your eyes, you asked.

“No. not at all but i might need to adopt your kids someday. You know if i can’t make my own.” 

“Sorry” you cried.

“Dismissed.” his civil tone, probably due to the ache, glued you in the position.

When you didn't move, donghyuck came, took you by your arm and guided you for the door.

"He's just being dramatic. Just chill. Another hit and he'd be good to go." He giggled and was soon joined by renjun as well, who was now crouching down in front of jungwoo. 

"You sure?"

"If he doesn't then you can always give him your baby. Ofcourse after asking your husband." Only after he rambled, he realised what he had actually said. His face screamed surprise. To save him from spiralling into deep shame, you eased him by cutting off his apology,

"Ew hyuck. Give him one of yours if you want. Don't come for mine!" And you exited the door.

You were halfway through the basement when you realised the lack of your device. Running back, you were about to shout when you overheard their gossip.

"No, I'm telling you she meant to injure me so i won't teach her anymore or this might be the revenge of all the weapon training. Her knee is stronger than jeno's punch. Don't laugh at me you shits."

Jungwoo was whining. 

"Haha. Yeah ok. But i told you renjun, she's physically stronger than her. Kind of totally opposite." Hyuck's voice quietened at the end but before he could speak further, you interrupted,

"Like who hyuck?"

Their faces went blank at your question and the reason of sudden heaviness in the air was beyond your contemplation. 

"You don't want to answer? Fine. Maybe it's not my place to question." You simply stated before circling the mat to pick up your phone from the chair.

"No. It's not li-

"It's fine hyuck. Chill." You shrugged and walked away, deciding against pestering them for information that they clearly felt too uncomfortable to share. 

"You need a fucking lock on your bloody mouth." was the last thing you heard before they were out of your hearing.

What was the need to ask something when you knew you won't ever get an answer out of them. Everyone was beyond friendly with you but still, there were some borders that nobody dared to cross. Maybe the mention of that woman was one of them. Fear of some unknown ghost of embarrassment was swallowing you whole when you heard grunts. Loud ones. You were still in the basement, the scuffle center being at the far end. The stairs were in front of you. The  snarls and growls were coming from the other end of the basement. The election wasn't hard and you didn't want to give in to your curiosity but you did. Your feet, not cooperating with the voice in the back of your head that told you to turn away, took you ahead in the direction of the noise. Though the residence consisted of only one plot but the basement covered two. Unknown to everyone, the house next to B.N was also their property and it was only utilised for the underground space. Hence the never ending lane and the countless closed metal doors.

The echo got louder with each step you took. It’s been more than a month since you were visiting the basement but those noises had never crossed through you until today. The end doors were forbidden for you, according to what you were told but now that you were exposed to it, there was no chance of ignoring. No prudent person would ever overlook such a thing. That was the justification you were repeating as you took baby steps.

All the doors were closed except one at the very far end. You thought about peaking inside then halted as if your conscious called you. The whimpers also stopped for a minute or so but your heart skipped a few beats when a collision following with painful shriek reverberated in the empty space. The door, slightly ajar, was just a few strides away but you were too startled to even back away from your position. Same pattern of hit and shouts continued again. Unaware of the happenings, you stood there as If you were waiting for someone to separate you from the concrete beneath your feet.

Adding to your distress, the metal door opened abruptly and you realised, you were again at a place where you weren't meant to be.

"What are you doing here?" Jaehyun's growl broke you out of the unconscious state you had fell into. Mechanically, you eyes roamed across him to notice a body lying on the table inside the room, strained cries escaping his lips. The limp body was enough to put two and two together to conclude that he was being tortured. He was a victim of jaehyun's wrath. 

"I asked what ar-

"Y/N!" he picked up his hand to touch your shoulders but you distanced yourself when you noticed the stains covering his clothing and hands, the blood red prominently visible even under the low light. 

His gaze caught yours in time and his eyes softened noticing the fear in your body. 

Very slowly, he reached out for you but immediately stopped, taking a note of your quivering lip.

"Hey. It-its not blood. I ca-can explai- Y/N!" 

The yells of your name covered the whole arena as you rushed away, leaving a dazed jaehyun behind.

"Who was it jae?" 

Jaehyun saw your trembling figure diminishing while you ran away from him as if you were disgusted by him. Not that he expected any other reaction, some good time has passed since someone innocent had came across their work. To say the least, it was never pleasant to have someone witness their harsh manners.

"JAE!"

"Y/n. She saw the body and also the blood."

He mumbled to ten whose visage, upon hearing, instantly mirrored jaehyun's.

"What about him?" Ten pointed to the man, "he's not speaking shit"

"Finish him off if you want. I need to handle something else now"

You raced as fast as you could have. You had never thought of yourself as a weak person but the sight was gruesome to just disregard and walk off. With shaking legs, you finally made it upstairs but the ringing, only became more earsplitting. Your hand harshly rubbed at your chest as you tried to defuse the tension bubbling in your whole body. After what felt like minutes, you covered your ears as if it would stop the ringing. It certainly did not but surprisingly it was muffled. You removed your hands and the blaring returned again. But this time, you laboured yourself to look into your surroundings. You saw chenle, jisung, jaemin running back and forth from the kitchen while doyoung seemed to be scolding jeno for something. Few others were also there, cleaning the couches and spraying some fragrance in the air. Everyone seemed to be their own turmoil, origin was which was yet to be known.

That's when it hit you. Maybe your ears weren't booming due to fright. 

"Chenle"you screamed at the passing boy, "do you hear this sound?" You pointed your fingers in the air to exaggerate your point. He merely nodded before he went past you and the very next second the noise was reduced to mere buzzing. You inhaled sharply to regulate your heartbeat but failed due to the ruckus  that enclosed you. Suddenly jaemin emerged, 

"Why are you so disheveled? Go and change from these workout clothes. Uncle is outside. Didn't you hear the alarm." Only Half of his words entered your head and before you could come to your senses, you were interrupted again.

"Y/n my girl!" Whipping your head, you saw a familiar figure entering the threshold. 

An old man that you surely had seen somewhere. 

His voice was a lot stronger than his aged body which he was dragging along with the help of a walking stick. 

Jaemin nudged you to greet him and you complied as soon as could have in your current state. Only when you got closer, you realised he was the same man you had met in the office celebration. You haven't seen him since then but he looked significantly weaker than before. Even with dark circles present, his face still was still shining with the smile he wore as he staggered inside. 

"How's life treating you my kid" he asked, patting the empty space on the couch. You took the seat and replied in a small voice,

"I'm good. Everything is nice." 

"Why am I smelling Jasmines this late in the evening?" He sniffed the air and galred at doyoung, " Do you take me for a fool? One thing! Cleaning. that is the only thing i ask of you. There are- how many of you are present since the morning. Answer me doyoung." 

The man barked and doyoung muttered a sheepish apology, his head dropping with shame. 

"Each one of you is nonsense. If you'd just clean up your stink once in a while, you'd save your money on the thousands of spray bottles you buy every month. But you thick heads only know how to shoot and punch. Now get me a glass of water before i die of this fake flowery smell"

He shouted like he owned the place and Maybe he did. Your mind and heart were not aligned up to comprehend the simple scenario that took place before you, the dizziness coming and going with intervals.

Then you were called again. 

Looking at your right, your saw jaehyun standing, his face ridden of any colour.

You noticed his new shirt. There was no blood on it. His hands were also cleaned and you were stunned at how quickly your eyes were running on his body to find any trace of what you saw in the basement a few minutes ago.

"y/n, i need to talk to you" 

For the first time, jaehyun's words were directed towards you without any poison in them. 

You still didn't wish to face him so you moved yourself to face the old man.

"Y/n ple-

"Now you don't even greet your own father jung jaehyun."

He spoke with a steadier and louder voice that felt like it was only meant for jaehyun. The contrast in his tone was striking. 

He was jaehyun's father.

"Sorry dad. I have something imp-

"I called you in the morning to inform yuta and taeil and yet i do not see anyone here. Do i need to die for you to respect me!"

You couldn't believe your ears when jaehyun answered in shuddering tone. 

"Yu-yuta is not here." 

He sounded like a child responding to his teacher, scared of some evaluation.

"Then call him."

"I mean he's away on business dad."

"Civil?"

It was like hearing Morse code.

"No."

"You sent him on a target place?"

"No. He's in Nice to collect information."

"Wow. Can you please clap your back for breaking the only sacred rule this family lives by?"

The silence in the extremely large living room was suffocating. This time, except you, everyone else was scared. And it still wasn't of any help.

"How dare you send a family man away on anything remotely dangerous. I thought you all were careful after taeil's incident but no. Nobody cares enough t-

Before he could complete, shaky coughs engulfed his body. Somehow, jaehyun grabbed him the moment he was about to fall from the couch. Doyoung ran for the kitchen while xiaojun, who was always too swift in his movements, came to the living room with a medical box.

You weren't sure what was happening with him or why he was being treated like some high mighty force or why he was so adamant on bringing yuta back but you could only pray that his wish won't be granted.

You weren't cruel but you were sure he'd be able to survive without that piece of shit roaming around.

You couldn't lose the few weeks you had without him.

Taeyong hands clutched yours like his life depended on you.

"Please please please y/n. It's been over a month since he's gone. I never withdraw from a deal. But this is an emergency. Uncle doesn't know you both were forced. He is a soft and weak hearted man. We cannot afford to tell him anything like this and clearly this would be seen as a betrayal to him. You both are nothing like what he's told but he doesn't need to need. He's the only father figure we have. Please just this time. I promise I won't ask anything from you after this. You do not need to live with him. he'd be here until two months are over. Please."

You lifted your brow at his last sentence and liberated your hands from his, feeling his trembling fingers. 

"I don't see the need to lie anymore, taeyong. You can tell him the truth and be over with it. If he has jaehyun as a son, he must be used to hearing blatant lies. This won't be the only one, I'm sure of that." Crossing your arms, you coldly said.

"I know you hate me but please y/n. You know how it is to lose the only family member you have. We have no one besides him. Never had anyone before him. The least we can do is keep him happy until it's too late. Please. Just this time."

Gobbling down each word, you merely nodded at him. If it weren't for his glossy eyes, you'd have threw up on him right after the first pleading but you weren't heartless like him. He was right. You knew how it felt to lose your loved ones, a fate you would never wish upon anyone. Not even the person you despised the most.

"Thank you. I owe you this one kiddo." He hugged you and you pushed him away. 

"Let me call him."

"Yuta!"

"Hmm"

"You need to come back immediately "

Taeyong spoke with urgency.

"Nope. I still have Three weeks and two days left." You heard his non-chalant words through the speaker.

"Yuta it's abou-

"Sorry I'm busy with my french girls. Call you later and please forget to take care of yourself."

And he hung up. 

A smirk formed on your face watching the grim expressions of taeyong.

"Good luck convincing him and while you are going to explain him the difference between the French girls and the French monkeys he has mistaken as women, why don't you explain me what exactly jaehyun does in that other end of the basement. I love some good stories, taeyong. So let's hear how good of a storyteller are you!"

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