Summary: Bucky’s a cop and got called to a crime scene to arrest a criminal but he realizes the criminal is the person he’s dating
Warnings: Police!Au, Language, Drunk Shenanigans, Major Floof
A/N: Written for Manu’s writing challenge, couldn’t help but write cop!Bucky again. @jurassicbarnes thank you for the fun opportunity.
It had been a quiet night for Officer James Buchanan Barnes
and his partner. So far, they had to deal with a fight between two drunk men,
an exhibitionist and a few reckless drivers.
Bucky had started his shift at 10 p.m. the previous night
and it was now just after 4 a.m. He kept repeating ‘only two more hours’ like a mantra and tried to imagine you all
wrapped up and sound asleep in your bed. He really wanted to be with you.
Sam was born with hearing issues (which only became worse after handigo screamed in her ear and the explosion, and she needed to get surgery to fix her hearing. Mike, who also started experiencing hearing issues after being around so many explosions and gunshots, learned sign langue to communicate with Sam till she had her surgery)
Chris and Matt are both double jointed, but Chris more so than Matt
Jess memorized the alphabet backwards due to how many times she’s been pulled over from a DUI or was in the car with someone who got pulled over
Emily knows the capital of every state and almost every European country.
Ashley and Emily are “band buddies”. Ashley plays the flute, Emily plays the piano and violin.
Jess is secretly jealous that Ashley has such nice hair (and she doesn’t even have to dye it) and is not so secretly pissed off that she is always covering it with a hat.
Matt and Mike constantly have petty “who’s stronger” contests (especially when they’re drunk) such as: arm wresting contests, push up contest, pull up contests.
One party, they had a race to the end of the block and back, and Josh, being much drunker than both of them, decided to join in. He ended up falling in a bush and then puking on himself. (Matt won)
Chris had nerf guns as a kid. But not the regular nerf gun kid, like the one who has a special closest for all his guns and a basket of nerf darts that he keep fully stocked, just in case.
Sam’s mom was a first generation Polish American, so she taught Sam polish when she was little and she’s still half fluent in it.
Emily is a first generation Japanese American, so she is fluent in not only Japanese, but Spanish, and French.
Jess is secretly a really good artist. She never had any lessons or anything, she’s just always been doodling in class rather than paying attention (she does it for therapy after the incident)
Matt wanted to be a doctor as a kid, but his dreams were crushed after he began struggling in school and decided her wasn’t “smart enough” to be one.
Ironically, Mike wanted to be a professional football player as a kid, but his Senator father crushed his dreams and made him drop out of the sport just before high school.
Josh was a master at magic tricks as a kid and had a plastic wand, cape, hat, and everything. He used to put on shows for Hannah and Beth. (Hannah loved them. Beth thought they were boring because she knew how he did the tricks.)
Chris on more than one occasion played his “lovely assistant”, and even wore a dress one time. (He has since burned all the photo evidence of it after the Washington’s embarrassed or blackmailed him with it one too many times)
Sam and Beth used to go to the gym together and were hiking partners. Hannah once tried to go to the gym with them and ended up nearly fainting from exhaustion.
Emily and Jess always throw each other surprise birthday parties, but it quickly turned completive as they always tried to out do each other. Jess always threw the better party, and so on year Emily threw Jess’s a month in advance, just to win by having the biggest surprise.
Ashley has three cats and she loves them all. She’s always covered with cat hair and Emily and Jess bring lint brushes every time they visit her house.
I’ve been saying I wanted to do this Reylo-style ever since Mr. Downing gave me my Kylo Ren and Rey figures. However, what was stopping me was the lack of a Viking hat.
Thus Mr. Downing ended up chasing down an Australian tourist in Dublin, asking him where he got his goofy plastic Viking hat. The rather confused Australian told him that it came with the Viking tour of Dublin. This is how Mr. Downing ended up paying a fellow tourist 10 Euro for a Viking hat so that I could do this:
In the rare occasion Black Hat and company need to travel outside of their home, it’s usually when they need to buy groceries. It is Black Hat’s worse nightmare, shopping like a normal human being.
Black Hat’s eye twitched when Dr. Flug pulled at Dementia’s leash as they went through the sliding doors. Dementia was on all fours, barking at terrified passerbys making Dr. Flug struggle against her. He tug at the leash, his sneakers sliding across the market’s floors.
“Dementia! Heel! Heel! And stop biting the leash!” Dr.Flug yelled out. Dementia spat out the leash and growled at him. “If you keep acting like that, you won’t get any candy!” Dementia’s tune swiftly changed and stood up, her arms hanging from her sides.
“Okay-” She sighed.
Black Hat growled deeply in annoyance when he saw the shoppers exchanged glances at the odd group, murmuring amongst themselves.
“Dr. Flug! I do not wish to be here any longer than I need to be!” Black Hat snapped. “Where is 5.0.5 with the blasted shopping vehicle?”
“You mean the cart, Sir?” Dr.Flug replied softly. Black Hat whirled at him with a glare, causing the good doctor to raise his hands up in defense.
“Don’t try to correct me, Flug!”
“Now, let’s hurry and get what we need on the list.” Black Hat said, straightening his collar. He pulled out the folded up piece of paper out of his breast pocket, just in time for 5.0.5 to show up with the shopping cart. Dementia quickly jumped inside with a large grin, making Dr.Flug tie the end of the leash to the handlebars of the cart. Black Hat rolled his eyes at her and tossed the paper into Dr.Flug’s hands.
“I want everything on that list and into this cart in ten minutes.” He said. Dr.Flug opened up the piece of paper and like an accordion, it fell to the floor. Flug’s eyes nearly bulged out of his goggles from the amount.
“T-ten minutes, S-sir?”
“Did I stutter?” Black Hat snarled, making Flug gulp and Dementia giggle. Black Hat pointed at his wrist. “Tick-tick, Flug…better get moving.”
“Y-yes Sir! Come on 5.0.5!” The trio raced off down the aisle, knocking aside any unsuspecting shopper as Dr.Flug scrambled to get the groceries. Black Hat was left alone, standing silently in the produce section with annoying background music playing in the intercoms. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot. He noticed the other shoppers avoiding him, most even avoiding eye contact with the villain. He does have a reputation, which made his chest swell with pride when he saw the fear in their eyes. But, waiting around and doing nothing was quickly became boring. He gritted his teeth and looked at his watch. Dr.Flug has nine minutes and thirty seconds left. Black Hat yanked his arm down and snarled to himself for not giving the cowardly doctor five minutes instead of ten.
“Free sample, Sir?”
His brow raised and turned around, seeing a young woman behind a small table. She was dressed in a white apron, wearing a chest deli hat and holding out a plate of cheese.
“What?” Black Hat said, his sharp teeth showing with disdain.
She held out the plate, giving him a smile. “Free sample? This is our new type of cheese, it’s monterey jack mixed with Munster cheese.”
He stepped forward with his hands behind his back, staring at the plate with suspicion.
“Hmm, what’s the catch?”
“No catch Sir, just cheese.”
He gave her a glance and with a frown, he picked up a piece of cubed cheese by the toothpick and lifted it up to his face. He gave a sniff and put it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly before swallowing it. He shrugged, unimpressed.
She lifted up another plate. “Would you like to try another type?”
He rolled his eyes and gave out a heavy sigh. “If I must.” And he grabbed another piece.
It wasn’t long until he was sitting on one of the spare sitting stools that the employee had behind her counter. Black Hat tossed his fifteenth toothpick into the garbage. He saw Dr, Flug having a bit of trouble with Dementia, who somehow got out of her leash and was now jumping on the shelves in between aisles. Black Hat blinked when he smacked his lips.
“Not bad, what was that one?”
“West Country cheddar.” The employee replied. Black Hat cleaned his sharp teeth with the toothpick before tossing it away.
“I’ll take it.”
“Very good, Sir.” The employee said. She reached behind the counter and pulled out a pound of the cheese, wrapped in a tight plastic. Black Hat grabbed it without giving her a glance. “Would you like the coupon that goes with it? It will save you one dollar.”
“A coupon?” He turned and grabbed the piece of paper. “This thing will help me save money? What kind of idiot designed this? I would rather keep every penny.”
“Which is why it’s limited Sir, only one for each cheese.”
“Hmm, well I suppose I should use it, no sense wasting it. Dr. Flug!” Black Hat yelled out, his voice reaching through the store. “Time’s up!”
He scowled when he saw the doctor pushing the cart with 5.0.5 struggling to keep Dementia inside the cart and attached to the leash. The mountain of food rocked back and forth as they made their way towards Black Hat.
Black Hat took out a small notebook from underneath his top hat, along with a pen. He glanced back at the employee.
“What is your name?”
Black Hat scribbled the name down and shoved the notebook into his hat. “Congratulations, “Amanda”, you have now made the list of humans to show mercy to.”
She tilted her head. “Excuse me?”
Black Hat ignored her when he strolled up to the cart. Dr.Flug was hanging down from the handlebars, breathing heavily as he lifted up a finger.
“W-we got everything, S-Sir Black Hat.”
Dementia shoved a bag of jaw breakers in front of Black Hat’s face. “And I got candy!”
Black Hat immediately shoved the bag back into Dementia’s face. “Cut it out! Now! Let’s go!” Black Hat began to walk towards the door, but Dr, Flug stopped him when he asked.
“What about paying for the groceries?”
Black Hat’s neck snapped when he turned his head completely around like an owl. He gave the trip a devilish grin. “Who said anything about paying?”
Cap: Samuel adams, like he wont drink bad beer but he’s not going to drink pretentious craft beer either, he finds that reasonably priced medium. The guy in the bar who feels like he can instruct the bartender on what channel should be playing on the TV and how loud it should be. After four beers he starts to point a lot.
Tony: He crosses the broad spectrum of alcohol, like from toasting everyone with Dom Perignon 2008 Vintage champagne to ‘ay who wants to watch me down this bud light lime out of caps helmut’ just 100- 0 real quick
Natasha: no its not stoli or russian standard, not all her vodka is russian you stereotyping fuks, but hey, you want some i have some out back its 89% and was brewed in a soviet war bunker by a guy named ivan, it’ll burn a hole in your tongue, your oesophagus and your soul, here i’ll pour you a shot
Bruce: Doesn’t know anything about wine but if he just asks for ‘the house wine’ at restaurants he knows he’s gonna sound like he’s ‘with it’
Falcon: classy belvedere vodka done in shots from the tackiest plastic shot glass he got free from a sale bottle of Sierra Nevada. Is in charge of the jukebox/ipod dock/aux cord and no one appreciates that but they should
Thor: MEAD and ALE served in TANKARDS by WENCHES and… you know… I guess Heineken or whatevers on tap is fine too…. I mean it’s not served in an ivory and gold drinking horn but….ok
Rhodey: Sierra Nevada or Blue Moon, beer for the man who knows what the term ‘hops’ actually means. He is the designated driver and knows his limits, he’s defintely only going to have one and then he’s going to make sure Tony isn’t going to steal thor’s cape and try and use the infinity gauntlet as a substitute drinking horn, he is going to be responsible. An hour passes. He is up on a table with tony, both wrapped in the cape, using caps helmet as the substitute drinking horn as they both scull bud light lime while singing sweet caroline
Bucky: Doing shots with natasha
Fine five star cognac aged in oaken barrels in some rich provincial french town shipped to his estate exclusively and served to him by a beautiful lady in a crystal glass carried on a polished vibranium tray as he sits in a plush leather chair overlooking his land
Clint: It’s always tequila, and every time he puts the little plastic sombrero hat on his head and thinks he’s really funny. That or he’s the guy that drunkenly pressures people to eat the tequila worm for an hour and then when no one wants to he does it himself and fifteen minutes later he’s vomiting behind someones car in the driveway
Wanda: did a shot of 89% soviet vodka and is regretting her decisions
Vision: Requires no alcohol as it serves no apparent function. Is enquiring to the whereabouts of a bucket so that he might assist wanda
Spider-man: tony stark let him have a sip of his bud light lime if he promised not to tell cap and it was so rad but oh my god that was so nasty but he cant say that because like its probably fancy millionaire beer, this is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to him, he can’t believe he was even invited to this party.
“How’s our pillow fort doing, Commander?” Akira asked as he patrolled the room with a toy assault rifle in his arms. His four-year old son, Haruto, peeked from the top of the pillow fort and scanned the area for any sign of the target’s presence. Both were wearing plastic army hats, along with faux bullets strapped to their chests.
“Pillow fort’s ready to go. Are all weapons locked and loaded?” Haruto replied as he checked the area once again.
A light knock on the front door alerted them of the Mom-ster’s presence.
“The target is here! Quickly, hide!” Haruto said as the pair dived into the pillow fort, armed and ready for the attack.
“What if the target finds us, Commander?” Akira inquired. Haruto said nothing about the matter as both of them heard the front door open. Ann’s voice can be heard from downstairs.
“Akira, Haruto? I’m home!” Ann declared. She could still hear her son’s hushed voice from upstairs.
“The Mom-ster is here!” Haruto squeaked. Ann giggled at the little nickname her son had given her.
Mom-ster, huh? They won’t get away with that! Ann thought. But there’s no harm done with the nickname, right. Perhaps it would be best for her to play along for now to not ruin the fun. Sure, Haruto and Akira may be a bit on the naughty side, but she had learned how to properly discipline the both of them at once. However, she was truly blessed with a loving son and an equally great husband who could provide for his family.
“Where are you?” Ann coyly asked as she raised a flaxen brow at the opened door to their room, and she spotted a shoddily-made pillow fort in the far side of the room.
Could that be where they’re hiding?
“Come out now, the both of you!” Ann said in a sing-song voice, pretending to be completely oblivious about their shenanigans.
She approached the pillow fort and snatched the top pillow of the pair’s pillow fort, revealing both father and son inside.
“Aha! There you are!”
“Eep! The Mom-ster has seen us! What should we do, Commander General?”
“We attack her with our super move!”
“What super move?”
“Kiss attack!” Haruto declared as the pair tackled the blonde to the bed. The latter struggled for a bit before succumbing to the attack that let up a few minutes later.
“Welcome home, mom!” Haruto shouted from the top of his lungs, crushing his mother with his arms, followed by Akira who gave her a loving kiss on the cheek.
“Miss me?” Ann quipped, giving each a small kiss on their foreheads. “I missed you both, you know.”
“Yeah. Life’s been kinda boring without you, honey.” Akira greeted.
“Greetings aside, both of you are not gonna get away with calling me Mom-ster.” Ann scolded, as both father and son winced, bracing themselves for the upcoming punishment.
“Akira’s gonna be sleeping on the couch tonight,”
“What?! Haruto’s in on it too!”
Ann playfully stuck her tongue out at her husband.
“I leave you with a choice then: couch or no snuggling for the next week.” Ann pressed.
“Couch then.” Akira replied. Sleeping on the couch sometimes was uncomfortable for him during bad weather, but no snuggling for one week? Not on his watch!
Akira smiled at his wife and child as he grabbed a pillow and a blanket and headed downstairs. A few hours later, Ann went downstairs and poked her husband in the cheek and the tip of his nose, causing the raven-haired man to groan and stir from his slumber.
“Hey. Can I sleep with you here tonight? The bed’s kind of cold without you in it.” Ann said.
“Sure. That would be nice.” Akira replied. “And here I thought you were sure about my punishment?”
“Oh, stop it you.”
Akira rested on the sofa first, followed by Ann easing her weight on top of him, ridding of what little space between their bodies.
“I love you.” Ann declared before softly kissing him on the lips, with Akira reciprocating just as actively. They pulled away for air.
“I love you too.” Akira softly replied as blissful sleep overtook him, relieving him of the worries of the world. With Ann by his side and a loving son like Haruto, life couldn’t get any better.
Army Soldier!Yoongi Words: 15.2K Warning: None at all A/N:I wrote a short series that will be updated whenever I want to include a filler, hope you guys enjoy! Part 1 of TBD
My six-year-old son was obsessed with army toys and everything soldier related. I didn’t think anything of it when he began telling me he wanted to join the army when he was older and I nodded, telling him that he could do anything he wanted to do as long as he knew it would make him happy. I thought all of this was a phase until I went in to pick him up from school, realizing that next week was Veterans Day when the kids waited to be picked, wearing plastic army hats.
“Mommy! We wrote a letter to the soldiers and they are going to mail it out! I’m so excited! I get to talk with a real soldier!” Jake excitedly yelled, running at me and I picked him up, hugging him.
“That’s great, honey.” I grinned, the teacher walking over and I set Jake down, letting him go with his friend, the two playing for a bit.
“As a treat for Veteran’s Day, we’re sending cards out thanking them and giving them presents. Jake drew a picture of you two and wrote on the back about your job and how you always play with him.” I smile and blushed a bit, looking at my son.
The days leading up to the arrival of the Veteran that was going to visit the school made Jake more and more anxious. All he talked about was how he was going to join the army and protect me and everyone. I watched and played with him, pretending to die when he “shot” me, jumping in joy before climbing on me and hugging me.
When the day finally arrived, I walked Jake to school, a few army trucks were parked in the school’s parking lot and Jake jumped up and down, pointing at them and shaking my hand. “Mommy! Look! They’re here!” I grinned and nodded, walking Jake to his classroom to find all the kids sitting and two men in camouflage uniforms, one of them looking at us and smiling.
Jake froze, looking at them with astonishment. “I thought you were excited?” I laughed, crouching down and being eye level with him. Jake looked at me and pressed himself closer, growing nervous. I smiled a bit, hugging him, about to comfort him when the one who smiled at us walked over, crouching next to me.
“Hey, buddy, what’s your name?” He asked, Jake, looking at him before looking up at me. I smiled and nodded, assuring him that it was alright.
“I’m Jacob…” He whispered, the man grinning and I looked over, smiling at his grin.
“My name is Min Yoongi, and if I’m not mistaken, I seemed to have gotten your letter,” Jake and I watched as he took out a folded envelope from his pocket, taking out the card Jake drew and showing it to him. I looked at Jake, seeing him grin and stand up straight, walking from my side and in front of Yoongi.
“Wow! Did you like it?” I smiled and watched as Jake clapped his small hands, stars in his eyes as Yoongi laughed and nodded.
“I keep it in my pocket for good luck, so you can be with me in my missions.” Jake grinned, looking at me and grabbing my hand.
“Mommy, did you hear that? He keeps it with him like if I went on missions too!” I laughed a bit, nodded and kissed his cheek.
“Yes I heard, now you go and sit with the rest of your friends. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done, okay?” Jake nodded and waved at me, running to his friend and sitting with him, the two grinning and talking.
I stood up, Yoongi standing up and offered his hand. “Major Min Yoongi, it’s a pleasure to meet the mother of the young man who sent such wonderful words.” I smiled and accepted his hand, shaking it lightly.
“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you too, Major.”
Yoongi’s smile grew a bit and he turned to the teacher as she clapped her hands, gathering everyone’s attention.
“I should leave you to it then,” I pulled my hand back, fixing my purse on my elbow. Yoongi turned back to me and nodded, heading back to the front of the class while I walked out, passing a few parents and kids.
I looked at the clock at home, sitting on the kitchen table and sighed, looking back down at my computer and continuing to type, finally shutting it and pulling on my jacket, a few dollars, and my keys. I walked out, locking the door behind me and walked to the school, seeing a few other parents going to pick up their kids. I head over to the classroom, smiling at a few parents as they walk out with their child, seeing mine talking to Yoongi. I leaned on the wall, the teacher walking over and looking at the two.
“Those two have been inseparable since the start of class. Major Yoongi has been sitting next to him and playing all day with him.” I grinned and thanked the teacher walking over and catching the eye of Jake.
“Hi, mommy!” He ran over, and I bent down, picking him up and hugging him.
“Hey, how was your day?” I asked. Jake pulling back and waving Yoongi over.
“Major and I played all day and made projects and it was so fun and can he come over for lunch mommy please?” I laughed and shook my head.
“Oh baby, Major Yoongi probably has plans after this-”
“Actually,” Both my son and I looked up at him, seeing him smile a bit at us. “I don’t have plans until tomorrow, I would be more than happy to join you two for lunch.” I looked at Jake who gave me puppy dog eyes and I laughed, nodding.
“Alright, then, he can come over for lunch.” Jake grinned at me and eagerly grabbing Yoongi’s hand.
“Come on! You can walk with us!” Yoongi laughed and stood his ground.
“Whoa there, I still need to get my things and thank the teacher. I’ll meet you two in about an hour, okay?” Jake nodded and grinned.
“I’ll be sitting in front of my house so you know which it is, okay?” Before Yoongi can answer, Jake ran out of the class to his friend, waving goodbye.
“Here,” I looked around the class and didn’t see the teacher, taking a post-it and a pen, writing my address and handing it to him. “I’m sure Jake will wait for you until you get there,” I laugh a bit, Yoongi smiling and nodding.
“Alright, I’ll see you two there,” I smiled and nodded, walking out and meeting Jake outside the class, holding his hand as we walked home. He gushed about his whole day, talking about how he and Yoongi colored, played pretend and how he even told him a few military secrets that he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even me.
Once home, he ran inside and opened the fridge, taking out a juice box and his pear slices, running back outside and to the porch, sitting in the chair and waiting. I took care of him from my spot in the kitchen, racking my brain for a quick meal before deciding on a quick chicken recipe, quickly slicing the vegetables and adding the seasonings as the oven heated up, placing the chicken in and sighing, looking at the mess I needed to clean.
“Mommy! Major Yoongi is here! Come inside!” I wiped my hands, walking to the hall that led to the living room, Yoongi smiling down at Jake and following him in, smiling at me.
“Hello again,” I returned the smile, Jake leading him to the table.
“I help with putting the cups!” Jake pointed to the shelf above him, Yoongi reaching up and handing him a small plastic cup while he took two glass ones, setting them on the table.
“Mommy, can I go show Major my room?” Jake asked, running over to me and softly patting my arm
“Yeah, go ahead,” I nodded looking down and he grinned, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and taking him to his room, giving me the opportunity to clean my mess up.
“This is where I keep my toy soldiers! Mom just bought me this new one! And look, this is a picture of my dog, and my mom and dad!”
I stopped washing dishes, the pan slipping from my hands and crashing down, making me yelp in surprise.
“You okay?” I turned my head, not sure how the black haired man rushed over so quick, but there he stood next to me, his eyes looking at me with concern and worry.
“I’m fine, I just dropped the pan, I’m fine, really,” I picked the pan up again, rinsing it off, Yoongi still by my side.
“He’s playing with his toys… Is there something that startled you?” Yoongi asked.
I gulped and focused on the pan, the beeping of the oven making me flinch a bit and I turned to it, turning it off and took out the chicken carefully setting it on the stove top. I turned the other way, going to see Jake looking for something, seeing the picture of his parents on the floor.
“Food’s ready,” Jake looked at me and grinned, rushing out and to the kitchen.
“Major Yoongi, sit with me!” I heard Jake say, Yoongi agreeing and saying he would after helping me. I placed a few vegetables on Yoongi’s plate, adding slices of the chicken and doing the same to Jake’s.
“I don’t like carrots,” Jake mumbled, pushing them aside.
“Remember, they help improve eyesight,” I smiled, setting my plate down and thanking Yoongi for the cup of lemonade he set in front of me.
“But I don’t even wear glasses, mommy,” He grumbled.
“But,” I looked up at Yoongi who took a carrot on his fork and showed it to Jake. “Carrots help in the long run. When you grow up and you want to join the army, the carrots will help you have stronger eyesight,” Yoongi ate the carrot, smiling as he chewed it and my son grinned, stuffing his in his mouth and chewing them.
“One at a time,” I smile, reaching over and lower his hand as he had three more slices on the fork.
The three of us ate, Yoongi explaining his job and what he mostly did back at base. He told us about his family, his older brother and how he was to serve in the Korean army as well but because he’s serving here, they’ll give him the exception. Jake listened throughout the beginning, but I watched as his bites were smaller and he took longer to chew his food, his eyes droopy.
“Long day?” I asked. Jake looking at me and opening his eyes more, setting his fork down and rubbing his eyes as he nodded.
“Can I take a nap, mommy?” I excused myself, Yoongi nodded and I got up, Jake saying goodnight to Yoongi and we walked to his room.
“Go to bed and I’ll quickly clean, deal?” I asked, Jake nodding and climbed to his bed, crawling under the blankets as I quickly picked up his toys, grabbing the photo frame and setting it on his desk where he kept it. I walked over to Jake and pet his hair down, kissing his cheek and he smiled, falling asleep.
I walked back to the kitchen, Yoongi sitting patiently and smiled as I came back. He picked up his fork again, continuing to eat. “Your son is quite the child,” He laughed a bit, making me nod.
“Yes, and with quite the imagination,” Yoongi laughed and agreed, taking another bite of the chicken.
“Can I ask you something, if you don’t mind at least? Keep in mind that you don’t have to answer me.”
I looked at Yoongi, seeing him push around his potato before picking it up and eating it. “Of course, what is it?”
Yoongi took his time chewing and swallowing, looking at his plate before back at me. “The picture of the man, was that your husband or boyfriend?” He asked.
I stared at him, looking down and smiling a bit, shaking my head. “No, he wasn’t anything to me,” I picked at my chicken with my fork, staring at it. “He wasn’t even my friend, he was my twin sister’s boyfriend and current husband,”
Yoongi stayed quiet, looking at me before I looked at him and smiled a bit. “I’m sorry, this isn’t a conversation I’d like to have with someone I just met, I hope you understand.”
Yoongi blinked and nodded. “Of course I understand. You have no right to tell me about your personal life. Honestly I was just curious but if you don’t want to tell me, I won’t ask and I won’t pester you or Jake about it,”
I smile at Yoongi and nodded, the two of us finishing our food in a comfortable silence, Yoongi then clearing his throat and asking about my job and hobbies and other things. We eventually moved our plates aside, the two of us talking about our younger days and laughing with each other before Jake woke up and walked out of his room, joining us.
“Good morning buddy, have a good nap?” Yoongi asked. Jake grinning and nodded.
“Come on Major, let’s go play!” Jake eagerly rushed back into his room, and I smiled, picking up the plates.
“You go and enjoy yourself, I’ll clean up here,” I smiled, Yoongi nodding and heading to Jake.
I wrapped the rest of the chicken away, washing the dishes and cleaning the table before walking to Jake’s room and seeing Yoongi looking at the dinosaurs as Jake made the army men ride them into war.
“I think if we had dinosaurs, we would have the most advantage,” Yoongi looked up at me and showed me one. I laughed and nodded, Yoongi looking at his watch and sighing. “Sorry, Jake, looks like I have to go.” Jake looked up and pouted.
“Do you really?” He asked. Yoongi nodded and opened his arms, Jake crashing into him and hugging him tightly.
“I’ll keep in touch with your mom and when I can, we’ll talk on the phone, okay?” Jake nodded and wiped his tears away, pulling back. Yoongi stood up and took Jake’s hand, the two walking past me and I followed them to the front door.
Jake opened the front door and we walked to the patio, Jake letting go of Yoongi’s hand, standing next to me, hugging my hand.
“Thank you for inviting me. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” Yoongi smiled, looking at Jake then at me.
“You can come back, right?” Jake asked. Yoongi crouched down and smiled, nodding.
“I’ll try very hard to come back,” Jake smiled and nodded, looking up at me.
“Why don’t you go watch TV for a bit while I see Major Yoongi off,” Jake nodded and waved one last time, rushing in and turning on the TV in the living room.
“Thank you for coming over, Yoongi,” I smiled, Yoongi returned it, shaking his head.
“Thank you for having me, I’ll be sure to keep in touch,” Yoongi pulled out his cell-phone, unlocking it and handing it to me. “If you don’t mind putting in your number, I did promise someone I would call and talk with him,”
I smiled and nodded, putting my number and name in, saving it and handing it back. “I can’t promise you I’ll be back, you never really know when you’ll come back in one piece, but I promise that I’ll call whenever I can.”
I nodded and took a deep breath, knowing this was the life he chooses to do, risks and all. I saw him walk to me and gently lift his hands to my neck, holding the back of it and gently leaning forward, his lips landing on mine in a soft kiss.
My eyes closed and my hands moved to his sides, holding on tightly to the material of his jacket, pulling him closer to me. He took another step forward, his chest pressed to mine and he smiled against my lips, making me smile before he pulled back a little, looking down at me and gently pushing my hair behind my ear.
“Like I said, I can’t promise I’ll come back in one piece, so in case I don’t, I did what I wanted to do,” I looked up at him and smiled, nodding. Yoongi gave me one last kiss, walking back and walking down the porch steps, looking back and smiling, walking away. I walked back inside, closing the door and leaning on it.
“Mommy… is Major Yoongi ever going to come back?” I looked over at Jake and smiled.
“We can hope he comes back healthy and safe,” I answered, seeing him, looking down at him hands, playing with them.
“He doesn’t lie to us like mom and dad do… does he?” Jake looked up at me, his eyes watery. I walked over, pulling him on my lap and hugging him tightly. His soft sniffs and cries muffled into my shirt.
“He won’t lie, baby, not like them,” I whispered, clenching my eyes closed and holding my tears back.
The apartment Namjoon occupied was in the garden district, up a narrow, old set of stairs that creaked and crumbled every time he walked up. He’s sure, absolutely certain that one day they’re gonna give because he can’t walk softly no matter how light he tries to make his steps. When he reached for the handle, it came off in his hand like clockwork every single time despite his best efforts. He was trying, he could swear. He was trying. Sighing, he attempted to put it back into place, screwing it around until it’s jammed back where it belongs.
The house always smelled of damp oak and spices when Namjoon first pushed the door open, even before he moved in and started doing what he did. No matter what kinds of potions or what sort of things he concocted, the first scent was always the same. Namjoon liked the familiarity of it. It meant there was more to his house than he could see, and for a witch like Namjoon, it created the perfect atmosphere. Almost all of New Orleans was old enough to be haunted, and Namjoon greeted the spirits as if they were roommates.
“I’m home,” He called to the air, throwing his book bag to the floorboards of the living room and kicking off his dirtied tan converse that once were a clear, crisp white. The house walls hummed in an inaudible register that put pressure in Namjoon’s ears. The spirits in the house never answered, but they didn’t disrupt any of Namjoon’s work either. If anything, Namjoon decided, they were just shy- and sometimes, he thought, a little friendly.
New Orleans didn’t get cold the same way it did up North in about Tennessee or so- there weren’t signature signs of fall that everyone seemed to be in love with. The crunching of leaves or an occasional cold breeze- there was nothing like that. But it did go from choking on the thick wet heat and wanting to die to things becoming bearable, as long as the weather was cooperating. Halloween fell during the worst storm season of the year in New Orleans, but the weather today was a strange calm. Tracks of pink clouds dotted the sky in streaks just above the trees.
It was sunset when Namjoon came home, and he had work to do.
Time was magic.
Dawn, Dusk, and Twilight all had a little something extra as things passed on the particular plane that Namjoon currently was occupying in this lifetime.
Spells could work a little bit better. They were a little more potent.
In the late orange light pouring in through the glass of his kitchen window, though, Namjoon was performing some very human magic. Wielding a knife carefully, he etched into the flesh the exact design he wanted- the one that was on his mind for a solid two months. Grabbing his tools, he reached inside the object of his careful work and pulled out the insides, laying them out on the table. They were going to get roasted later.
I have a Christmas ask! It might be a lot of work but it would be fun to write. Companions and Sole have a secret Santa party: who gives who what gift?
So this is the super mega fluff piece I was ready and waiting to gift
you all with on Christmas Day, probably went a little overboard but nevertheless here ya go! :D
It was the night of Christmas,
when everyone had full bellies and cheerful smiles on their faces as they
gathered in front of the large Christmas tree decorated with innumerable shiny
trinkets. Curie was just finishing up in the kitchen, little tinks and clanks
sounding from where she was hurriedly cleaning and returning cooking utensils
to their rightful positions. She was meticulous like that, almost as much as
how purposeful each little decoration on the tree and the walls and ceiling of
Sole’s old house was placed thanks to MacCready and Danse – an unlikely team,
sure, but what a beautiful job they did.
Tinsel and candy canes
scavenged from the wasteland hung tastefully across the barren plains of the
ceiling above, covering up the holes and watermarks from two hundred years of
neglect. Red stockings hung on the walls, the names of their owners lovingly sewn
into them by Curie in her distinctly cursive font. Piles of presents awaited
and taunted under the green branches of the Christmas tree that both Longfellow
and Gage – yet another unlikely team – had managed to hunt down on one their
many escapades together.
Each companion wore their own
Christmas cheer in varying ways and many
varying colours; like green elf hats and plastic pointy ears like Mac who
somehow talked Cait into wearing a hat too, Danse who wore a Santa hat that
most certainly did not match his jeans and plaid t-shirt the way the hat on top
of Piper’s head matched her usual red trench coat. Even Strong made an effort by fashioning a large candy cane to take the
place of his usual old rotten club because none of the hats could fit his
massive noggin. In the sea of greens and reds and whites, the Sole Survivor
stood out in their bright blue vault suit who moved into the centre of the
gathered mass of comrades wearing a large grin and Santa hat atop their own
head, Dogmeat happily trailing behind them in his little Rudolph costume that
demanded attention and cuddles everywhere he went. Soon enough, all eyes in the
room turned to Sole who effortlessly picked up little Shaun and cradled him to
their side when he excitedly asked: “Is it time? Is it finally time?”
“Yes, son, it is.” Sole smiled
and squeezed him closer. They looked around at their friends, people who
they’ve fought side by side with for life and death and through thick and thin,
and realised just how grateful and lucky they were to be celebrating Christmas
Day with each and every single one of them. “Present time!” A cacophony of
cheers and bottle clinking and happy laughter filled the warm air all around
them then, the happy peal of excited laughter from both Nat and Duncan adding
to the cheers as they rushed from the kitchen with treats in their hands and a
guilty looking Curie trailing behind, barely managing to fit all that candy in
the pockets of her apron.
Sole sat down with Shaun in
their lap in the plump red cushioned chair in the corner of their living room,
the Christmas tree which was lit with hundreds of little lights standing proud
where their old television set once stood all those years ago. But nostalgia
was unwelcomed in a time like this, nor was it in the forefront of Sole’s mind
as they got to handing out the first of the dozens of delicately wrapped gifts.
“Oooh, little Duncan is first!” Sole grinned, retrieving the package and
carefully passing it on to the little guy who sat upon his daddy’s knee and
“Thank you!” He almost sung in
that sweet kiddie octave all toddlers seem to have. He read the label in broken
English, Mac grinning from ear to ear as he listened to his son work out just
who it was from. “Th-thank you daddy!”
“Welcome, little man. Merry
Christmas.” He said back, cuddling him closer as the little guy ripped it open
without hesitating. There was a moment of stunned silence when Duncan realised
what it was, his little eyes going wide and his mouth popping open with an
excited little gasp that had everyone in the room grinning from ear to ear too.
“It’s a Nuka Truck!” MacCready exclaimed excitedly for him which inspired from
the little guy a happy, uncontrollable giggle as he hugged his present tightly
to his little chest. It might have been the light from the innumerable bulbs
hanging from the Christmas tree, but it looked like Mac had a few tears in his
eyes as his son turned and hugged him tighter than he hugged his present. Nat
was next who damn near tackled Piper from the force of her hug because the
reporter had somehow managed to track down for her little sister – clearly a
budding artist – an entire crate filled with little easels, colouring books,
pens, pencils, crayons and even a few tubs of glitter glue. Shaun was next,
whose present awaited him under a tarp just outside in the garage. When Sole
unveiled it for him, whipping the tarp away like a magician would a cape, Shaun
let out an excited squeal of joy because under it was a massive pile of
robotics and the bare metaphorical bones of what once was a Mr Handy robot. No
one noticed Codsworth cringe, because Shaun had rushed to Sole and engulfed his
grinning parent in a near bone crushing hug because that was exactly what he wanted! Hundreds of
hours of tinkering and problem solving and bettering
something that he’s built with his own two hands, the apt stimuli someone of
his intelligence needed to keep himself occupied during the time Sole was away
Finally, with all the children
occupied with their presents, giggling and talking to each other happily in the
corner of Sole’s living room while the sound of clinking metal from Shaun
echoed quietly from outside, Sole and their dearest friends began handing out
presents to each other. Mac, Preston, Curie and Cait were seated on the couch,
with Danse, Hancock, Gage and Deacon on the stools at the kitchen island. X6,
Longfellow and Nick were standing off in the corner, sharing small talk like a group
of old ladies as Strong focused on not putting his head through the ceiling
from where he stood next to Ada behind the lounge. Dogmeat lay at Sole’s feet,
now and then nuzzling their leg for pats and cuddles as Codsworth hovered
dutifully at Sole’s side. Piper – who was seated on a chair opposite Sole with
the tree between them – had set up two months before how it all would work,
with each companion – including Sole – drawing from the bag a name of which no
one else was allowed to know. Not even she
knew who got who, although she had
secretly been working it all out in her head. Each present had a name and then
a ‘from Santa’ tag underneath, the handwriting a clue on its own as to who it
Danse was the first of them
all to get his present, who would have been mortified to learn that his cheeks
had taken on a shade of bright pink when Sole handed him the neatly wrapped
parcel with a grin and a wink, its size and weight befuddling the Paladin for a
moment before he tore away the wrapper and stifled a sharp gasp. “Holy Go- a plasma rifle?” The normally stoic man’s
reaction elicited a few laughs from his comrades who watched with smiles as he
turned the rifle over and inspected it closely, a look of awe plastered across
his face as he studied the extensive modifications. “Who got me this?”
“Uh uh, that’s not how Secret Santa works, my friend.” Hancock
said, clapping the bigger man’s shoulder with a grin. Nick and Piper shared a
knowing glance with cheeky smirks, they had both figured out it was from Sole
because that handwriting was just too
perfect to be from anyone else. Danse shook his head slowly, testing out the
grip on the weapon before chuckling to himself.
“Whoever you are, thank you.”
Without further ado, Sole
picked up another present and read the label. “Oooh, little Miss Curie is next!”
The little synth smiled and blushed, accepting the present Sole handed over to
her with barely contained excitement. Her delicate fingers deftly undid the
wrapping, almost as though she was too polite to tear away the wrapping that
someone had carefully done for her. When she saw what it was, she gasped and
covered her mouth, tears springing to her eyes as she removed it from the
wrapping. Or rather them because her
present was a pair of beautifully crafted sequin dresses – one a midnight black
with golden embroidery, the other a bright sky blue with weaved in patterns and
a matching gold broch – which Curie hugged closely to her chest. “My eyes, they
are malfunctioning again! I am not
sad, just….happy! Yes! Thank you monsieur Santa Claus.”
This one was easy to figure
out and almost had Piper giggling when she met gazes with Curie’s Secret Santa.
Preston was at a loss as to what he should get his person and wasn’t as
discreet as he was obviously trying
to be when he was gathering information on what Curie liked. From across the
room, the Minuteman blushed and pulled the brim of his hat lower with a
It was Strong’s turn next who
was getting restless from where he stood, Sole hefting the large package over
to the big guy with Nick’s help. Surprisingly the super mutant was rather
gentle in how he unwrapped it and when he saw what it was, the biggest, most
terrifying grin split across his face. “Strong will be even more unstoppable
with this!” It was a rocket boosted puncturing super sledge that had every
human in the room internally cringing at the mere sight of it. Someone brave
enough to give the big guy that and
sneaky enough to haul that thing in without anyone seeing it beforehand means
his Secret Santa must have been none other than Deacon himself, who was just
being handed his own present.
“Aw, and here I was hoping for
a Deathclaw named Fluffy,” He jokingly said, tearing open the wrapping and then
– to everyone’s surprise – bursting out into full belly laughter. It really was a Deathclaw, only the homemade
plushy kind that clearly would’ve taken hours and hours of intricate stitching
to have it looking as good as it did. There was even a little collar around its
neck with ‘Fluffy’ engraved in it. “Thank you Secret Santa.” Deacon chuckled, looking
around the room like he didn’t already know who it was from. Only one person
could’ve done something like that and that was little Miss Curie who was still
hugging her dresses tightly and smiling it up big.
Codsworth was next who
received a mint condition black gentleman’s top hat from Ada who Piper must
have forgotten to explain the rules of Secret Santa to, because she had
apparently approached Codsworth a week before asking outright what he’d like
for Christmas. It was a heart-warming exchange between the two robots, one that
left pretty much everyone in the room shipping them hard because it turns out Codsworth was also Ada’s Secret Santa too and had somehow gotten her a state of the
art pre-war internal processor that – according to the Mr Handy – could put
brand new Sentry Bots to shame. Despite the robotic cadence to their voices it
was hard not to grin at their little exchange
because genuine sincerity practically dripped from them both.
MacCready – who apparently
hated receiving presents yet still managed to giggle a little when he was
handed his own – unwrapped the neat parcel to find a sizeable stack of intact,
unburnt Grognak the Barbarian comic books all the way from issue #1 to issue
#21 along with a 1/6 scale Silver Shroud action figure. The slight tug of a
smirk on Nick’s lips suggested the Detective had certainly done his homework
because it seemed like it was either raining a little inside or the merc
actually had tears in his eyes.
“Mr Gage, get on over here.”
Sole grinned, handing the raider a chest sized package he was already grinning
at. He dipped his chin as thanks and tore open the…wait…is that Publick
Occurrences newspaper??? Piper didn’t have time to figure it out because
she was already laughing at the look on Gage’s face along with everyone else
when he pulled out from the pile of caps within the chest a pre-war nude pinup
magazine that actually had him blushing under
that eyepatch of his. The cheeky laugh from Cait confirmed Piper’s hunch both
about the identity of Gage’s Secret Santa and
if his present was wrapped in perfectly good news articles. She never got mad
about it though, especially not with Sole placing a present upon Piper’s lap
with a wink.
It was a light present, one
she had to be careful opening but when she did and when she saw what it was,
she let out a squeal of excitement. “Choco
Puffs?!” These things were amazing
and so damn limited that the only way she could ever her hands on a packet of
these was to damn near bargain her ass off to one of the caravans from DC.
Chocolate anything was so hard to
come by and to have not one, or two but three
full boxes of the stuff? Piper could’ve cried. Hell, if she were in any less
control of herself, she would’ve hugged the crap out of MacCready because he
would know where to find these things.
As Piper was struggling not to
tear into a packet right away, Sole placed a present into Old Longfellow’s
hands who affectionately clapped their shoulder with a happy smile before
ripping away the wrapping on his gift. What looked like a normal bottle of
whisky to everyone else seemed to have some special meaning to the old hunter
because his face lit up like the Christmas tree that took centre stage in that
very room he stood in. Knowing how much he loves just about any kind of
alcohol, this one must be that much more special considering how carefully he
held it. “I don’t know how which one o’ you got me something like this, but the
last time I drank one of these was the same night I became a man.” He smiled
devilishly, giving away a hint at how he used to be a strapping young lad some
time ago. “But thank you.”
Piper’s eyes flicked to
Hancock who seemed mighty pleased with his handiwork before Sole got his
attention and handed him his very own gift. He gasped dramatically, chuckling
when he pulled out bottle after bottle of various types of chems that were
clearly homemade and most definitely of the purest kind. “I always knew Santa
was a guy I’d get along well with.” He grinned, oblivious to the fact that his
Santa was tall, green, wielding a super sledge and giving little Curie a
thankful look presumably for helping him out. Preston was next who was
absolutely thrilled with his gift – a small collection of Minutemen memorabilia
from way back when they first started out, like, literally when they first began in 1645. The shining medals, belt buckles
and engraved coins seemed to bring a few tears to Preston’s eyes and didn’t
seem to notice that Danse suspiciously didn’t look up from his new plasma
rifle, trying to hide his devious smile as Preston was rendered practically
speechless behind him.
With a soft laugh, Sole moved
on and passed over to Cait a neatly wrapped bundle. The brawler wasted no time
in unwrapping it and paused when she saw what was inside. “Ya didn’t…” she whispered
to no one in particular, lifting the item up so she could see it better. A pair
of shining black leather knee high boots lifted from the box in her hands and the
brawler stared in stunned awe. “Ohh ya fuckin’ did. Jesus. Holy shite.” The leather,
the shining black that seemed to captivate the brawler left little doubt as to
who it was from, particularly when he wore a slight, satisfied smirk and a coat
made out of the exact same material. The one and only X6-88.
As the Courser was handed his
own present, Piper hid her anticipatory smile behind her gloved hand and waited
for the synth to finish unwrapping it. She only wished he had his ever present
sunglasses off so she could see his
“Holy shit.” He murmured,
withdrawing from the neat box an almost antiquated Dan Wesson 715 revolver that
shined like it was made the day before. Piper’s arm still hurt from how much she polished the damn thing. “I don’t know
how anyone knew I had an affinity for these, but thank you.” Oh Piper knew
alright, when she clued onto just how much time X6 spent in the armoury with
proper ballistic weapons that is. It was strange to think that the Courser
preferred something other than blue
lasers but she needed to get him something special for looking after Sole in
the boogieman’s lair, something other
than a new pair of sunglasses like Deacon had suggested someone should get him
once before. Nick was next and it wasn’t really hard to guess who his present
was from considering it was wrapped in official Nuka Cola holiday gift wrapping
paper, but nevertheless Nick played along and was left grinning, actually grinning from ear to ear when he
discovered several in shape vinyl records of pre-war love songs. It was
actually quite touching that they came from a raider.
Dogmeat was lucky last and was
gifted from Old Longfellow a buffet of various cooked meat and monster bones
that would certainly keep the pup happy for a good long while. In fact, he
leapt up into Sole’s lap while chewing heartily on a thick bone, his owner
loving stroking his fur with a content smile on their face. But the gift giving
was not done yet. Throughout the month of December, Piper and Nick had been
conspiring together about recreating a drive-in cinema – minus the cars of
course – and had even managed to construct one in Sanctuary without Sole’s
knowledge and actually get a projector running
out of salvaged parts from Starlight Drive-In. It was a gift from all the
companions to Sole and was all ready to go, but there was just one more thing
they needed to do.
With a shared, sneaky look, both
Piper and Nick stood from where they were seated and got everyone’s attention
before Piper’s voice sounded. “Blue, I think I speak for everyone when I say…” Her
eyes flicked to something outside the window before she locked eyes with Blue,
her lips curling up into a devious grin. “SNOWBALL FIGHT!”
Unknown to everyone else
except the detective and the reporter herself, Shaun, Nat and Duncan had snuck
outside and with a little ingenuity, concocted slingshots from which they
pegged snowballs into the house upon the unsuspecting adults. Deacon and Gage
lunged behind the kitchen island, Hancock ducked into the hallway to protect
his chems, Sole used Dogmeat as a shield from where they were pinned under him
upon their chair and everyone else tore off outside to either join in or chase
after the sneaky little devils whose laughter echoed up and down the streets of
Sanctuary Hills, well and truly blanketing the snow covered town in Christmas
cheer once again.
dark colors and a white contrast, well-made clothes with clean lines, subtle patterns, aviators, scuffed boots, a braided leather cuff, waterproof liquid eyeliner, a silver septum ring, vetiver cologne
graphic tees and muscle tanks, denim jackets, artfully distressed skinny jeans, high top skater shoes, flat bill hats, cheap plastic wayfarers in neon colors, flawless nail polish, always smells like coconut and heat
long hair, a plain black t-shirt that has faded from multiple washes, cherry red bomber jacket, dark straight leg jeans with torn knees, battered converse sneakers, flannel shirts tied around his waist, glow-in-the-dark silicone tunnels, a tongue ring, snake bites
floral patterns and bold stripes, brightly colored khakis, cargo shorts, hoodies and pullovers in earthy neutrals, a varsity jacket, pastel button downs, shoulder length hair that is never pulled back, slip on shoes or Birkenstocks
oversized college sweaters with thumbholes, knitted cardigans, joggers or leggings or overalls, all white sneakers, black stretch chokers, an enormous pair of headphones, a backpack with at least five alien patches
i will yell at you even though both our doors are closed to shut up your class jesus christ au cause imagine Clarke getting pissy like that
The Sacking of Iona
Thank you for this prompt, I had a lot of fun with it! This is vaguely based on one of the greatest days of my middle school career.
It was sixth period, aka Clarke’s last class and she was exhausted, as she always was by this point in the day. Teaching biology to high schoolers who just wanted to stab each other with dissection tools and makes jokes about frog intestines was exhausting.
She was bringing up her slideshow about binary fission and asexual reproduction when she heard it.
The noise from across the hall. From his classroom. The noise that had been tormenting her all day.
Clarke took a deep breath to calm herself. There were forty-five minutes left of this period and then school was finished. She’d been dealing with it all day and she could do it for another forty-five minutes. It was forty-five minutes. That was nothing. Right?
“Okay, guys,” she said, “does anyone know how bacteria reproduce?”
There was a particularly loud cheer from across the hall.
Clarke ground her teeth together and, ignoring the five raised hands from her class, crossed the front of the room to her closed door and looked out across the deserted hallway into Room 1215. His room.
i regret not thinking the title of this fic through
They stumble out of the bar and out onto the street, half-drunk
and clutching at each other as they laugh.
“You look like discount Clint Eastwood, take the bloody thing
off!” Jyn reaches up to try and yank the plastic hat off his head, but Cassian
“Excuse me, but I’ve decided to wear this hat forever.”
“They were handing out hundreds of them, it was probably bought
at Poundland,” Jyn complains, only her hands are somewhere under his jacket
now, pulling at his waist as she walks backwards down the footpath.
“It was gifted to me from the owner of the bar himself, it would
be rude to take it off,” He keeps up with her, teasing her with the edge of the
silly, cheap hat.
“You look ridiculous.”
“I look incredible,” Cassian pauses, suddenly throwing an arm around her waist. He
uses it to keep her in place as he pulls the offending hat off his head and shoves
it onto Jyn’s with a flourish. “There! Is that better?”
“Somehow it’s even worse now,” she glances up at it.
He laughs again, until there’s a sudden trill from between them. Cassian’s phone is
ringing, and he curses in Spanish. “I’m so sorry,” he says hastily,
keeping his arm around her as he fishes the phone out of this pocket. He
apparently figures out who it is before he answers, since he sighs and says
into the phone, “Kay, I told you not to call!”
Whoever Kay is, they’re clearly not in Cassian’s good graces
right now. She tries not to listen, but it’s rather hard when one is so close.
Cassian’s exasperated voice is right in her ear and as near as she can gather,
it’s a friend calling to make sure that his date hasn’t killed him yet… or you know, something along those lines. In any other circumstance she wouldn’t blame them
at all, but the Cassian in front of her is clearly pissed off.
“What? I’m not putting her on the phone, for god’s sake!” he
But Jyn gestures for the thing, even forgetting for the moment
that she’s still wearing the ridiculous hat. Cassian pulls the phone away from his ear
and says, “No, no, seriously - it’s just my roommate, he’s a little
unreasonable - you don’t have to -”
“Give me the phone, Cassian.”
With a look of great trepidation, he does what she says.
“Jyn here,” she says, casually tossing her free arm around
Cassian’s neck. “I take it this is some kind of ‘emergency bail out’
call? Like if it turns out that I’m crazy, you call and Cassian has a convenient
excuse to get out of here?”
Kay huffs a little, but naturally is too British to actually
admit to anything remotely confrontational. “Well, are you?” he instead asks. “Crazy, I mean.”
“Oh, yeah!” Jyn nods earnestly. “I’m fucking nuts, didn’t
you know? I murdered my last boyfriend because he didn’t wear the matching
shirt I picked out for him, but don’t worry. I got off on a technicality.”
She almost thinks Kay chokes on something. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly. I trap men with my roguish charms and steal their
credit card information. I can make entire economy systems crash.”
Cassian is half laughing, half gesturing for the phone back in a
panic. Jyn ducks out of the way, jumping back from his swiping hand. “And
don’t forget the criminal father!” she carries on, on a role now. “He
walked out on the family when I was eight to pursue a life of drugs and money
laundering, but it’s not all bad! We’re working on building a relationship
again - HEY!”
“That’s enough - KAY, SHE’S KIDDING,” Cassian leaps forward
before she can stop him, yanking the phone out of her hand. He practically
yells into it and Jyn cackles a little, leaning back against the nearest street
lamp. “I promise you - yeah, look, that’s just the sense of humour she
has,” He shoots her a look and Jyn shrugs. “Kay. Seriously. I’m having a
good time, ok?”
When he hangs up the phone, her heart is racing. He rubs his
eyes warily and groans, “I’m so sorry, Jyn - I always tell him not to
call, but he does it every damn time, I swear -”
“Hey, it’s fine,” Jyn says.
They’re quiet for a moment, standing together in the busy
street. Around them, fellow party-goers are shivering in coats and vomiting
into gutters, staggering through the streets to either carry on to the clubs
that hadn’t closed yet, or otherwise reach the bus terminal that would eventually
take everyone home. According to her phone it’s after 1am.
Cassian snorts a little, then. He points out the monstrosity on
“I’m sorry I made you wear the hat.”
“Eh, I think it’s growing on me,” Jyn places her hand protectively on
her head, as if he might try and take it back. “Admit it, I look amazing
in this hat.”