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hi, congrats for 250 followers!!! i love all your works so far and couldn't wait to read more of your works. i also read your svt as love tropes and i AM DYING bc you wrote joshua as enemies-to-lovers (bc obviously joshua is my bias and the trope is my fav🥲). i guess this is very specific, but for the event, can i req joshua + enemies-to-lovers with the "who did this to you?"???? thanks!!

PAIRING || Joshua x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff, Enemies To Lovers AU, A Bit Of Angst

WARNINGS || yn's dad being a typical asian parent (sigh), mention of getting hurt

WORD COUNT || 1.6k (i got carried away-)

A/N || Oh my god thank you so so much! i actually am not that great at writing e2l but i had great fun in writing that one so i'm so glad you liked it! thank you for requesting, i tried my best and i really hope you like it too!

TAGLIST || @romeosbreastmilkmilk @y00nzin0 @cecedrake2217 @candidupped [if you want to be added to my taglist send me an ask!]

[09:51]

“i heard your report card came two days ago.”

you stopped on your tracks, turning slowly to face your father who was sitting on the living room couch, reading the newspaper. you let out an awkward laughter but it did nothing to calm down your now racing heart.

“ah, it must have slipped out of my mind.” you said, praying you wouldn’t get into more trouble. “you know how busy i’ve been with cram school and extra classes-”

“go get it now.” his cold voice cut you off as he placed the newspaper down, giving you a look that you were so familiar with. you swallowed hard, mind racing to find some excuse but you just couldn't; the fear was so engraved in you that it felt like your entire body had just stopped responding to you.

“isn’t it- isn’t it too late? how about i show it to you tomorrow-”

“now. i want to see it now. or did you have some reason to hide it?” he stood up and walked up to you, and you tried moving back as far as you could, but your back hit the wall very soon.

“no- why would i-”

“or,” his voice dropped an octave as he bent to your eye level, causing you to flinch, “did you come second again and that hong boy come first?”

your silence seemed to be enough for your father.

he straightened up as he regarded you coldly. “you are so pathetic, don’t you have any shame? i spend millions behind you and you can’t even do the one thing you are supposed to! do you know how embarrassing it is to tell everyone that you, the always second rank holder, are my daughter?”

you could feel your fingernails digging into your skin as you balled your fist in anger. tears stung your eyes but no matter how much you clenched your teeth, your heart still seemed to ache from your father’s harsh words.

“fine!” you finally snapped. “why don’t you just disown me and adopt joshua as your child then?”

as soon as you had finished your sentence, you heard a loud slap and your knees hit the ground. your cheek stung from the intensity of the slap but before you could even take everything in, you felt your father yank you up by your hair.

you screamed as you tried to pull yourself away but that just earned another slap from your father, this time feeling a sting on your lips. finally breaking free from him, you ran out of your house onto the street, blindly running until you finally reached the park.

the park wasn’t actually a park. it was an abandoned playground with a few trees here and there that hadn’t been touched by the development of your posh neighbourhood. yet. you had discovered this place in your sixth grade, and seeing that no one ever came by, it soon became your escape spot for whenever your parents scolded you too much.

you sat down on one of the creaky swings, finally feeling the tears fall down your cheeks.

your lips stung, your cheeks hurt, your head was throbbing but mostly it was your heart. it was clenching painfully at the thought of how meaningless you were to your parents, no matter how hard you tried. it hurt from the amount of hatred that had piled up against your parents and mostly hong joshua.

hong joshua.

the stellar boy of the school. the secret crush of every single girl in your grade. the favourite boy of all the teachers that had taught you.

he was well mannered, sweet, handsome and smart.

so no matter how much your parents pitted you against him, it shouldn't have bothered you since he obviously deserved it, right?

but it seemed like he knew your parents did that, and that’s why every time he would win first he would always smirk at your direction as though trying to rile you up. that sweet boy facade disappeared everytime the two of you were alone or competing with each other.

he made sure to point out all your mistakes every time, never take your suggestions despite being in the same student body for so many years together and argue back for almost everything you said.

in other words, the two of you were sworn enemies and you hated him with your every living breath.

sometimes, you wished he would just disappear so that your life could become easier. everything was so easy for him, while you had to struggle and work hard for everything. even if it was just making your parents proud like his.

you sighed for the umpteenth time, once again blaming joshua for everything.

“well, well, who do we have here?”

you whipped in shock towards the direction of the oh so familiar voice, praying it wasn’t who you thought it was.

but like always, your prayers were never answered.

your eyes met hong joshua's teasing gleaming ones, and it took every bit of your willpower not to retort back.

"cat got your tongue, darling?"

you hated that nickname but this time, you just smiled at him, wincing a little at the sting on your lip.

immediately his smirk fell, eyes finally taking in your messy hair and the wound on your lips.

"who did this to you?"

if you had been in your right mind you would have heard the coldness and anger in his voice, but you weren't so instead you turned away from him, hoping he would just go away.

you heard his footsteps from behind you and within seconds you found the boy you hated the most in this world crouching in front of you. your eyes were now at level with his, and he looked concerned.

"y/n." he asked once again, gritting his teeth. "who did this to you?"

"can you just go away?" you whispered, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against the metal threads of the swing. "i don't need you to find another thing to pick on me.”

“pick on-” joshua shook his head. “wait here, i’ll be back in a minute.” saying that, he got up and ran from there. you muttered a ‘whatever’ but within a minute you heard his footsteps, along with his heavy breathing.

opening your eyes, you once again found joshua kneeling in front of you, this time dabbing a cotton bud onto an antiseptic cream. he raised his hand to apply it on your lip but you just turned your head away from him.

“hey,” he said so softly that you nearly turned back to look at him in shock. “i’m not going to hurt you, okay? but we need to take care of that so that it doesn’t leave a scar on those pretty lips of yours, okay?” he continued, still speaking softly to you as though he was afraid you would break if he spoke to you otherwise. the hong joshua you knew had the could speak this softly to you?

when you still didn’t turn to him, he sighed. then, you felt warmth prickle your hands as he took them in his, causing you to finally look at him.

“what are you doing-” you began but he cut you off.

“i’m sorry if you thought i was picking on you.” he said, his eyes filled with so much sincerity that your heart nearly skipped a beat. “i didn’t mean to hurt you, i swear. i just- i just thought you wouldn’t mind if i teased you a bit. it was just that…it was so fun bickering with you and you look so cute everytime you are riled up. i didn’t mean it in a bad way, i swear. if i had known how your parents were…”

his voice trailed off as you mulled his words in your head. was it really true that he had never meant it in a bad way?

the more you thought about it, the more you realised that he might be right. after all, he had never insulted you in front of others, not even if he had beaten you in yet another exam. he had just bickered with you and that was about it.

you wanted to ask why didn’t he try being more nicer to you then but instead you asked-

“you think i’m cute?”

even joshua seemed taken aback by your choice of question but after a second he broke into a laugh. his eyes pulled into the half moons you were so familiar with as he displayed his bunny teeth as he laughed. you always knew he was handsome but right now he looked cute, beautiful and handsome.

“is that what is bothering you?”

“i- no. i mean, yes.” you stuttered, all of a sudden unable to meet your ‘enemy’s’ eyes.

“yeah, i think you are cute. really cute and pretty. especially when you are riled up. or flustered like now.”

“i’m not flustered!”

he laughed once more and this time you couldn’t stop the sudden stuttering of your heart. was just joshua’s laugh enough to make you forget your hatred for him and like him?

no way.

“i’m still mad at you.” you muttered, as he gently patted down your hair. he looked at you apologetically.

“i’m sorry. i really am. i didn’t know i was hurting you. is there any way i can make it up to you?”

“well..” what could he even do to make it up to you? it wasn’t exactly his fault that he didn’t realise he was hurting you. should you just ask him to be your friend? hating one less person seemed to be a great idea to you.

“if you aren’t sure could i suggest something?”

“er, okay?” the cocky smile on his face made you suspicious of what he was going to say but decided to give it a try.

“do you want to go out with me on a date tomorrow?”

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 9 months

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TALK TO THE DOVES (IX)

|| COV MASTERLIST || NEXT: CHAPTER X ||

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 4.7k

WARNINGS: Angst, strained familial relationships, crying, mentions of suicide, I can finally I can say we have fluff & hurt/comfort y'all, etc.

A/N: Surprise, the MC finally gets her nickname

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

“Tell me about the,” your mother pauses, looking at you as you sit at the dinner table for supper. She’d made a hearty meal—stacks and food piled high on the long, polished wood. Her throat clears. “The years. How is school? Keeping up with classes?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, your plate holding all the items it had started with. Alex was drying the dishes, of his own volition, you have to add, across the room while Gaz took a long sip of water from his cup. The Sergeant leans against the island and tries to look like he’s not listening, tapping his foot on the floor in steady intervals. “It’s good. You?”

Your mom frowns, setting down her utensils with a clink. Alex hums a song under his breath and sets a dry pan on the counter.

Eyes darting to the open patio curtains, you stare out across the estate, your estate, before your mother brings you back in with a strained sigh. She’s watching you—gaze hard on your face but not once do you look into her with anything other than a brief glance.

“I’ve been talking with Mr. Ramsey,” she says like she’s reading the newspaper.

Kyle and you both go rigid at the name.

It’s only after you get over the slap to your face that you take a shallow breath, blinking quickly. “My…professor?”

“Mhm.” Clearing her throat, she takes the glass of water from the table and sips slowly. The scent of her perfume—citrus and wool—invades your nostrils even if she’s a good few feet away on the opposite end. Horrible, and evoking memories like no other. It suddenly makes you sick to be in the same room as her. “I asked him to keep up on you while I was away at work.” A pause. “Hector too.”

A sharp gasp is twisting in your throat. You think you stop breathing entirely.

“Now, before you go and act like you usually do,” hands clench and start to shake. “I really need you to understand—you’re my daughter, and you’ve lost your father; I lost a husband. Without all of,” her hands shrug, “this going on, I still wanted you to be looked after while I…tried to fix myself. I needed my work, but I needed my girl to be safe too.”

Inside of your sockets, your eyes twitch, staring blankly into her neck and the expensive jewelry she wears as if the glimmering will give you an answer as to what had brought this along. Her logic wasn’t what bothered you—caring about your child is natural.

But yours was a special case. Because by her logic…she knew about…You make a small wheezing noise in your chest involuntarily.

Alex has stopped drying; Gaz widely side-eyes the interaction, fancy glass stalled at his lips.

“Now,” your mom smiles easily, body burning with pride. “With that out of the way, back to you—let's maybe get some wine from the cellar? We can sit in the library and talk like old times. I remember your father’s bottle of—”

“Cellar’s empty,” you push back from the table and stalk off. “Enjoy your supper.”

“Erm,” she stares after in shock, face pulling in while her neck’s vein pops. “Sweetheart? Please, let’s not fight. I just want to know what you’ve been up to—I’m worried, you seem exactly the same as when I first left...”

You walk and disappear out the back door, not leaving the estate, no, just…going. Gaz makes a small huff of air from his nose and lightly jogs after you; exiting the house just as the door’s about to slip back closed.

Walking a short while, you push through the willow trees near the back pond and plop to the long grassy ground.

Gaz sighs into the dark area, scanning the shadows. He wants to tell you that you both shouldn’t be here, but you’re already reclining back on your hands with your legs popping out ahead of you; the water ripples in the moonlight.

A small silence echoes like mute steel.

“Should have known,” you end up muttering under your breath. “Figures.”

Hec had been your mother’s bug, Mr. Rasmey, that ass of a professor, too. Why did it have to be Hector? The one…the one damn person it would hurt to have it be.

You can’t even find the energy to cry, you just fold your arms and lay back, scalp grinding away plush greenery as it digs into the earth.

“She seems to only have good intentions, yeah?” Gaz coughs, unable to stay completely silent in this instance. His anger still simmered, but…well…it wouldn’t be fair to keep you isolated if you insisted on pulling away from everyone else. That wasn’t who he was.

He supposed he was the only one able to get any sort of reaction now. “Just because there were extra tasks didn’t make Hector’s feelings any less fake, Ma’am.”

“Back to ‘Ma’am’ now?” You huff, brows loose and sullen.

Kyle stares before his browns begin to soften on the edges. He looks to the ground before sighing and walking a few steps forward, easily stooping down and sitting beside you—a good few feet away. The Sergeant takes off his hat and places it on the ground beside him, running a hand over his hair and rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, what else would I call you?”

“I don’t know,” you stare at the wisps of the willows. “Idiot?” You say lower, “Mental?”

The man’s eyes lightly flinch at that.

“That wasn’t…” he begins, clenching his jaw in guilt. “I said some things I shouldn't have and I—”

“I’m sorry.”

The world sills and a gentle breeze makes the trees speak for you as the shock lays waste to the sinews of your throats.

It’s as if the words had taken what little resolve you had and shattered it entirely. The back of your eyes burns.

“I’m sorry, Kyle.” You say it again and fold your elbow over your mouth as it quivers. “M’sorry.” Again, again, again, until a small break in your voice makes you go quiet again—you shove your flesh over your face, eyes narrowed with tears you refuse to let fall.

Gaz’s face is open with delicate concern, chest tight and fingers so frozen he could pull the trigger on a rifle and nail a shot with little effort. Did he even have a heartbeat?

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you hiccup, not able to stop now that it’s started. “And everything hurts. I-It’s all spinning so fast I don’t know who I am, but I know that you’re right and it burns.”

He’s taking you by the shoulders and grappling you into his arms.

His touch has the same feeling as when he’d panicked at seeing your blood in your father’s office, pulled you in, and set you down on the couch. A tight and firm hold of skin and fabric; of a care that goes bone-deep and calls to this man’s nature—a gentle love for the protection of all innocent people.

Your face finds the dip of his neck, hands wrapping his waist. It had been so long since you’d wanted to hug someone. Your mother didn’t count, no, right now you needed someone you hate to fix this.

And there was no one better.

You hang off of Gaz’s shirt and he places a hand on the back of your head, lightly keeping you to him as you shake and lean into his chest. He curves over you slightly, as if shielding you as he did at the park—but there were no bullets here, no great boom of guns being fired, or rapid footsteps at your heels.

There was no deteriorating room with peeling wallpaper; chairs and the scrape of a bag over your head.

It was just the willows, the pond, and the two enemies.

“It hurts,” you sob into Kyles's neck, and his lips thin as he pulls you to him tighter. “God, it always hurts, and I’m so tired of it. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat; I don’t feel good anymore. I don’t even remember what it’s like t-to wake up and feel happy that I did.”

“It’s okay,” Gaz mumbles. “Hey, it’s going to be alright, yeah? Just breathe with me.”

Your words are garbled and wet, you breathe in shuddering gasps. It’s ugly, your crying, it gives you a headache, but not once do those hands leave from around you.

“I don’t want to keep feeling like this, Gaz.” Fingers digging into his shirt, you have to wonder if he’s repulsed by you—you’d been so rude to him, so uncaring and blunt.

But how else were you supposed to act?

The Sergeant may not have pulled the trigger, but he was there. He was there…and he had apologized for his part.

This was not forgiveness, but it was the only thing you could offer anymore.

You nuzzle your face deeper into Kyle’s neck, limp and still feeling tears being expelled from your eye sockets; lids firmly closed. It’s in a brief second of the still-air between another sob that you hear him speak again.

Gaz’s eyes stare off at the mansion behind you as he breathes in silent puffs, heart beating quickly and his pulse hammering. This was beyond what he had expected from you, but that didn’t change the fact that what you were saying made his mouth tight and his face crease.

He knew it was bad, but…

“You’re afraid of me.” The thought hadn’t left him since the blow-up in the hallway. It’s said in a whisper, finally bringing to light the fact he already knew. The sarcasm as a defense, the biting comments, sneaking away and not trusting him. He already understood it on the second day you’d officially met.

Your tears wet his clothes, sticking them to his heated skin as your breath creates condensation. You shake so bad that it becomes apparent it’s not only from your mind breaking.

It’s because you’re close to him.

Brown eyes widen, and he glances down at your head in pain, yet even so your hands keep him to you like a bear, panting and near hysterical.

“I just want,” you confess, his fingers heavy across your spine as the willows rustle. “I just want it all to stop.”

You shouldn’t be here—not like this. Not with him.

But, dammit, being anywhere else is even worse.

“Easy, Sweetheart,” Kyle speaks quickly, accent deep on his smooth tone. “I’m going to get you through this. It’ll end, I promise you. Nothing that’s goin’ on is permanent.”

He’s hesitant to do more, not wanting to step any boundaries, but you’re still not calming down; three years of heartbreak spilling out like a broken vase. Kyle’s head finds the side of yours, and while you involuntarily flinch, you don’t pull away.

You sniffle and suck down tiny, quick breaths.

“Listen to my pulse, Love. C’mon, now.” His hand on the back of your skull twitches its fingers into small circles, the other pulling you farther up. “I know you like me being quiet,” he jokes, but still serious. “So I’ll save you the trouble of focusing on my voice. Right there in my neck…you feel it?”

You shiver, face on fire. Silently, you do as he says.

You listen for it, his pulse, searching as you focus on just that. Not the man and his arms, not the squish of his chest or how you feel so warm by the strength in his biceps, but by the way it calms you. Searching. Being in control of yourself.

You find those rapid beats after a moment, eyes tight closed and lungs heaving. The grass sways around your forms and Gaz swallows the saliva in his throat to ease himself further. His eyes close, taking a deep breath that you missed in your study of his blood.

The stubble on his cheeks itches your scalp.

“That’s it,” Kyle whispers, sensing your breath slowing. The tension gradually slipped away. “There we are, you’re doing great.”

When all is said and done, you’re limp in his grip, forehead on his shoulder, and Kyle’s chin atop your head. The breeze is slow like a sigh and overhead the sounds of kingfishers and the swans that live near the pond gradually return in the silence broken only by far-separated inhales.

You blaze with a special type of shame for this, but you’re too tired to try and move. So, so, tired. Staying there, you let his grip keep you up, eyes stuck in the dark grip of his compression shirt as you don’t think—don’t fight it.

It pained you to realize, but your mother’s hug dulled in comparison to this.

Kyle confines you to his body, his lungs pushing his chest into yours, hands unyielding and steady; with that pulse still in your ear you sense the way he really feels, heart fluttering still rapid. Atop your head the chin, not digging into your scalp but instead turning in such a way as to follow the curve of your skull as if an eagle’s beak pulling at her mate’s form.

His nose releases a slow sigh.

“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” Gaz mutters. “Just say the word, yeah?”

The comments bring a bitter bite to your eye—another sting—but you keep it at bay. You have to. The hitch in your breath gives enough away, though.

“You can cry, Spitfire.” You shake once more, a deadly shiver running the length of your spine which the man rubs up and down. “You can cry in front of me. Hell, bloody cry whenever you want.” Kyle hums in his throat. “You’ve earned it. Fuck, you’ve earned it.”

The second round of tears is far more subdued than the first—quiet gasps and weak limbs. It only makes your head pound worse, the onset headache promising to be a big one. This one was reactionary; instinctual.

It just…had to happen.

And Gaz is there through all of it. He doesn’t pack up a bag and leave the country, he doesn’t pretend like it’s not happening—he stays. It is both something that makes you grow a new sense of him, and ends up pushing the knife deeper.

Out of everyone, it just had to be him, didn’t it?

Voice raspy, crackling more than dry bark, you speak as your grip on his shirt lessons.

“Spitfire?” Kyle stills, releasing a tiny breath of relief that you seemed to be calming down for good this time.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat lightly, glancing down at you under him. “Guessed it would fit…Ma’am doesn't have quite the ring to it, eh?”

Against the current situation, you force out a soft chuff.

“...You good with it, then?” Your brain is mush, and Gaz seems to pick up on it. “We’ll, uh, we’ll get back to it, Love. Let’s get you inside.”

He makes a motion to pull away but in a display that no one foresaw, your arms constrict like a vice around him.

Gaz freezes, feeling the hidden strength in your quivering limbs and how your face is hiding itself away even more fervently. You’re too embarrassed to look, to say anything.

But he was so warm, and his hands felt nice; just like they had room, or even when they had pressed to your mouth in the back alley when this all started.

Kind.

God, his hands were kind.

Kyle blinks in the darkness, the encompassing willow trees acting as a silent sentinel to this phenomenon. “Okay,” he says, low-like. When your grip doesn’t ease, he reassures, “I’m staying, Spitfire.”

You go limp once more, a shuddering sigh ripping out of your mouth. Gaz has to stay a twitch of his lips, a soft look spreading into his eyes as he huffs. Inside, he grasps for that small string of hope and pulls on it, wondering if this was when he walks back from the knife edge and can truly fix things.

A relationship can only be mended by the two people involved in it. If you could call this anything more than a dependency, that is.

“I should never have said what I did,” Kyle relays, knowing it was his time to reach out. You listen silently, drained. “A…at least not the way I said it. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry, too. Lost my temper.” He chuckles after a moment. “Didn’t think you’d be able to do that to me, honestly.”

In a second of contemplation, Gaz moves his head back and brings his hands up to your cheeks, shifting your face back from his shoulder entirely soaked and soggy.

“I’m sorry.” He says it with no intention of making you look into his eyes, but the action itself makes it seem sincere and honest. Your red-veined eyes stay at his neck, gazing at his bobbing Adam’s apple. “I need you to know that I mean it.”

Kyle’s thumbs go and swipe the tear tracks, spreading them away with firm attention. He spares a small chuckle.

“I’ll be honest, I felt like a proper arse after all of that. I don’t like yelling when I don’t have to.” He sighs. “Certainly not at you. Not after everything.”

You let him grab at his shirt sleeve and mutter a small, “Here,” pressing the fabric along your chin to catch the last drops. Silent, you just blink.

Kyle’s concern peeks back in.

“...Nothing to say, Spitfire? Makin’ me nervous.” Face only holding blood and no longer tears, you shrug blankly after a moment.

“Don’t have anything to tell,” you utter weakly, licking your lips as Gaz’s hands fall lightly away—one on the other side of your hip and the other near his. You itch at your neck slowly. “M’tired.”

“No shame in it,” the Sergeant whispers, eyelids half-tilted. “You want to go in now, Love?”

Again, you only shrug, looking into Gaz’s chest with eyes far away. Already the internal walls were trying to build themselves back up; capitalize on the silence to spread poison-coated oil in the moat—light an angry fire with flame-coated arrows.

You feel utterly alone.

Kyle stays silent as you close your eyes and listen to the trees speak to each other, those little birds on the breeze dancing with wingbeats. Your father would take you out here often, not to impart his unending wisdom like some old man, but just to listen. Listen to nature; the simple parts of everyday life removed from the expectations and pressure.

Water, the ruffling of feathers, and the trees.

My Little Love.

But he wasn’t a good man.

“I found a USB,” you open your eyes, locking eyes with Gaz and telling yourself not to flinch backward. He blinks at you twice in surprise, body stilling as he looks back.

Those browns and ambers melt into a concoction of memory—flecks of green tiny and barely noticeable from a large distance; but you two were relatively close at the moment. Your lungs go tight, fingers twitching as you wrap the limbs around your waist loosely. Kyle watches with apprehension, eyes flicking away for a moment at the weight behind this.

“Say again?” He asks, gaze traveling back slowly only to see you still waiting to meet his eyes. The man holds it this time, clearing his throat against the hitch in his breath. “Are you sure you’re alright—”

“I kept it in my jacket pocket when you took the journal and the laptop.” You interrupt, eyes darting away quickly to look over his shoulder before the panic you feel in your gut spreads to your brain. “I don’t care, I can’t figure out the password—I’ll…I’ll just give it to you when I get back inside.”

There’s a black flash across the pond and as you lock onto the stray cat’s form, those silent paws padding to the water’s edge, Kyle gapes at you; jaw loose as he misses it. Yet the animal doesn't get water, doesn't even stoop down. It watches.

Silent, no hissing.

Eyes like forests blink, a tail flicks, its head tilted, and then it turns and disappears back into the bushes like it was never there in the first place.

Kyle gets over his shocked confusion at your sudden willingness to confess to him.

“I…I’ll look into that,” he itches at his scarred cheek. “Thank you.”

You scoff tinily, without venom. If you were a snake, he’d have said you had your fangs cut out. It’s pathetic, you know, how eagerly you want to get this off your chest—all of it. So you don’t stop.

“Hector was just about the only person who was there for me after Dad…” You lick your lips. “You know. He…he made it better, or, at least, he tried to. I know you think that I’m overreacting to this, but—”

“Negative,” Kyle whispered, body loose and giving you his full attention. “I wouldn’t say that. Wouldn’t even think it.”

“Then I guess you’d be the only one.” Your hand runs up and down your face, rubbing away the invisible blood. You mumble through flesh. “I shouldn’t be talking to you, Kyle.”

He huffs and tilts his head. “I’m not a bad listener, y’know? Talk all you want, if it bothered me, I’d tell you.”

“It’s not about it bothering you.” Falling back into the usual bickering, you have to internally reel yourself back in.

His body heat grounds you—latches on like hands. So starved for affection, all it had taken was one damn hug to entirely break you open like a cardboard castle; tears shed, and whispered words.

How weak were you?

Kyle hums, seeing the inner conflict. He could taste it on his tongue.

“Go on,” he utters, accent lacing the words with patience. You shiver and drop your hands.

Very.

“He,” your throat closes. “After the first year, I needed something to latch onto—some semblance of normal life. Hector was a constant face, one that was open and kind to me. Hell,” you look to the side, gritting your teeth weakly. “He gave me free food for weeks when he realized I wasn’t even eating anymore. Distracted me from falling back into a hole again. And to find out that after everything, he wasn’t not only doing it because he wanted to….but that my mother knew the entire time and…and,” you strangle down a whimper, the next sentence breathless with utter pain.

“She didn’t even come back?”

Kyle’s eyes break, lips pulling tight, before looking down. How many people were going to fail you, he asked himself. Him included.

The soldier thinks back to that small room and your terrified eyes—the blood and the boom of the rifle fired by Row from the corner. No definitive answers, a suicide, and names that led to nowhere.

Everyone who had ever claimed to love you had stabbed you in the heart over and over again, and in that act, you’d decided to rip those blades out yourself and wield them like a shield.

“When’s the last time you had a break, Love?” He speaks softly, gazing over your face and strangling down his anger at the people in your life—at the mansion itself; an entire metaphor for everything down to the closed curtains and the dusty corners.

You blink back to the Brit’s neck, clenching and unclenching your fingers, eyes unfocused.

“I mean a real one. Took off of Uni, just…forgot about all of it?”

“If I didn't have college to focus on,” you confess, shaking your head. “I don’t even think I’d be…”

As you trail, Kyle takes in a sharp breath with his heart jerking to a halt inside of his chest.

After a moment of his digging eyes, he whispers, strained, “It’s okay. I understand.”

“Yeah,” your body shifts, pushing past the topic quickly. “Yeah. Good.”

The silence falls again, but there’s a different air to this one. Kyle doesn’t look away, not for a long, long time.

“Why did you do it?” The words sneak out of your lips, face twisted up. “Please, Kyle.” You lightly shake your head from side to side, defeated down to your marrow. “All I’m asking you is why.”

The Brit grits his teeth, glaring at the ground at his side.

Why? How could he answer that? Nothing he says would bring you comfort—make this make sense. None of this made sense.

But he can’t not answer you.

Call him weak for that, not as durable as he thought he was, but you’re suffering—mind a mess of barbed wire and dark phantoms. There’s a weight on your shoulders that he can feel, had been feeling. For all of his opinions on your attitude, you didn’t deserve to live like this—that much was obvious.

It was not in his nature to be needlessly cruel.

Kyle stares at your shoulder as he answers, you, in turn, let your eyes slip the tightness of his face; near to one another in a way you’d both never believed you’d experience.

“I don’t know,” Gaz admits with a single tilt of his chin your way as if to apologize. “Pressure. Duty. That’s all shite, I know, but…but I thought I was going down the only path available. It’s not a bloody excuse.” The man speaks earnestly, without faltering. “He was never supposed to die, Love. Never. That doesn’t make it better, but it’s the truth. You were never supposed to see that, and everything that’s gone on, I share the blame in. And that’s something I’ll take to my damn grave regretting every chance I’m able.” He closes his mouth for a moment, and carefully he shifts to grasp your arm. When you don’t move away, he ends with utter conviction. “None of this is your fault. None.”

You take a large shaky breath, mind a mess of information. But you feel lighter than you had in ages. Glancing quickly down at Kyle’s hand, you blink at it. The Sergeant squeezes once and lets go without a word. His cheeks heat before he clears his throat, going to rub a hand at the base of his neck and spare an awkward chuckle.

“But, uh,” two pairs of eyes flitter away from each other's bodies. “Regardless, Love, you really do have a habit of making a man regret his actions.”

That gets a thin smirk flicking your lips. “It’s a lifestyle, Garrick.”

Flexing your still bandaged hand, you lightly flinch at the ripped stitches; the old wrappings at this point entirely soiled. Gaz notices from his side-eye, fully looking down to make a noise in the back of his throat as the willows sway.

“Let me see, then.” You huff, trying to shimmy away.

“It’s fine.” He deadpans at you, hand by your hip not letting up.

“You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t spoken to me about re-binding it? C’mon, Spitfire, I just thought you were taking care of it.” He smirks. “Then I remembered you’re more stubborn than a damn mule.”

You glare at his chest and half-heartedly roll your eyes, unwilling to argue. That thought alone is like a strike of lightning.

“Only one mule?”

“Hm,” Gaz reaches and lightly grabs your hand, turning it over and picking at the binding. It unravels easily. “You’re right. Make that three, actually. Throw in a nasty habit of being selectively deaf and it’ll be you to a point.”

You slap his shoulder with your free hand and he slightly banks away, chuckling, with his spine hunching in.

“Easy now, Girl!” You slap him two more times for good measure, a tiny giggle slipping past your lips as he jostles away with a wide smile.

But it’s natural, surprising, how simply the laugh comes out right after. Maybe it’s the utter exhaustion that finally lets it out from the cages you’d kept it in—a sleeping jailor at the iron door.

You bend carefully forward, as Gaz’s hand holds yours, lungs pushing through the fog of the forest that was once sprouting in them to release little laughs into the air.

“I hate you, Kyle Garrick,” your lips utter as he pulls back the last of the wrappings and looks at the damage you’d caused to yourself, taking the skin and swiping a finger over the old blood to watch it flick away.

He chuckles and smirks, raising a brow. “I know, Spitfire.”

“That nickname staying?”

“Bet your bloody arse it is.” He’s smiling. You’re smiling. Or maybe he’s only doing it because you are. “No one fits it better.”

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codfanficedits · 5 months

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Before the mask - Part six.

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 1857| Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Smoking,

A/N: Simon would be around 22/23 in this fic, so it would be set around 2015 ish? Also, sorry for not uploading more, I have to rewrite my papers, do my internship and I want to write Christmas fics, so it has been a little too much. I'll try to do better!

His hand reach the small of your back, gently guiding you to the bathroom, the moment you stand still your neck gets peppered with small kisses. “You smell so nice.” He muttered, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck.

Simon nearly couldn’t wait for the water to warm up before he pulled you under the shower. “Stop it, today is not my hair wash day.” You groan in an attempt to protest, but he pays no mind to your words, instead his arms get wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. He finally has you where he wants you, and he is not letting go.

“Can you help me with my Halloween mask?” He asks, finally taking one of his hands off you, to grab the shower gel. “I want to make it myself, but I have no clue how.” He squeezed the gel on a wash cloth before he used it to clean you.

“I have an idea.” You muse, closing your eyes as you feel his touch on your body. “Ever heard of paper mâché?”

“Are you trying to curse me?” He jokes, not being used to the word, as his hands run over your body and you laugh at the stupid joke. “Maybe.” You answer. “But if I wanted to, I would already have done it.”

“I would happily be cursed if that means spending more time with you.” He whispers in your ear. And in response you just roll your eyes at him. “If you had been this flirty before, we would’ve ended up in the shower together way sooner.” You say, just to tease him. And your teasing is met with a groan, alongside another kiss in the crook of your neck.

Simon slaps your ass, the sound echoing through the bathroom and he lets out a content hum while he lathers himself with soap. “So, the whole paper thing. What is it?”

You watch the little show before you, enjoying the sight of his soaped up body. “Two parts glue, one part water, a ripped up newspaper and a balloon.” You begin. “I used to do this in elementary school all the time to make masks and stuff.”

Simon frowns, but he is more amused than anything else. “So you’re saying that I am a child?” “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” You muse as you watch his wash the soap away. “Can you help me?” He asks. “Sounds like you’re a pro and I can’t have an ugly mask for Halloween.”

How could you ever resist such a sweet request? “Of course.” You promise him. “We have a mission later today, but afterwards we should find the time to shop for the supplies.”

He turns the shower off, handing you a towel before he dries himself off. “You know what? That sounds like a lovely idea.” His lips get pressed against your temple again.

He walks into his room again, dressing into the uniform and gear you’ve seen him plenty of times in, and it is enough to make your heart swoon every time. When you’re done watching him, eyeing him, you finally get dressed yourself, putting on one of his boxers instead of your own underwear, and Simon grins about the thought of you walking around in something that is his, again.

He pulls you close, his lips finding your forehead again. “Stay safe, okay?” He pleads. “I promised your dad, and I would hate to make a bad first impression when you get hurt.”

In response you laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.” You return the sweet gesture with a kiss from your own, neither of you wanting to pull back, but duty calls and you have to. “I’ll see you tonight.” Simon promises you, before he leaves, letting you in his room, until you have to go too.

The shitty thing about war, is that is seems to follow you. The blood on your hands no longer feels like something you can wash off, the stains seem to stay and you don’t know how much longer you can take it.

It was a successful mission, you and your team got what was needed, but at what cost? At the cost of who? You had promised Simon that you would be with him tonight, but you just couldn’t. The burden of being a soldier seemed to weigh you down like a ball and chain.

Simon was worried at first, you had been late before, but something in his gut told him that something was wrong. You weren’t in your room, but your teammates had told him you had arrived back to base with them. So he went to look for you, outside.

Heavy but careful footsteps made their way towards you and they stopped a few inches behind you.

“Smoking again? You said you’d stop.” Simon’s voice was teasing but light hearted

“It’s gotten tougher hasn’t it?”

You took another drag of your cigarette. "Yeah, yeah." You grumbled, as you blew out the smoke. "I did say I would quit."

You shifted your eyes to the sky, looking for the stars. "But it is getting tougher each mission." You said, a sad smile on your face.

Simon came close to you and his hands ran softly up and down your shoulders. You felt surprisingly small compared to him and he thought how sweet it was. The warmth of his hand was soothing as they rubbed small circles over your back

“You do good work out there in the field, the hardest jobs are given to the best soldiers. They need someone to be reliable like you. I know the missions seem tough but I promise things are going to get better.”

“Does it ever get better though?" You asked, a little sceptical, although you did appreciate his attempt to soothe you.

"It feels like it is just getting worse, Simon." You sighed softly. "The blood on my hands, the horrors, the screams."

"How does one cope with that?"

His warm gentle smile spread across his face as he looked at you. You were so sincere and so strong. He could see the pain and the weight in your eyes.

“You have to remember the lives that you have saved, lovie. You are on the right side of history and these missions are tough but necessary. The horror you witnessed is a reminder to be more aware and to never forget how important it is to serve and protect the lives of many”

"How do I know I'm on the right side?" You murmured. "The people whose life I’m taking all think they're on the right side too."

You let out a sigh. "What makes us different from them?" You ran a hand through your hand. "It just.. it keeps coming up in my brain."

Simon placed his fingers at the bottom of your chin and ran his soft thumb over your smooth lips. He moved your head so that you would face him. His eyes looked deep into yours.

“It keeps coming up in your brain because you care, lovie.” He said with a soft smile. “And that is a good thing. But we are different. We fight for a greater good. They fight for selfish greed or their own twisted agenda. There is a big difference”

Did you buy his words? Not really, to you, your enemy might say the same to their team, to their soldiers.

What was right, and what was wrong?

You kissed his thumb when he dragged it along your bottom lip. "I guess so." You murmured. "It’s just... Sometimes I wonder if the army is the right place for me."

His thumbs made small circular motion on your bottom lip, as he continued to stare deep into your eyes. He wanted to kiss you but this wasn’t the time

“What else would you do other than the army? You don’t seem like the type of girl to become a housewife. It is the right place for you. You can make a difference and I know you do.” He chuckled softly.

“But maybe one day we’ll retire and become the owners of a nice house with a big backyard.”

You rolled your eyes at him. "Being a housewife isn't my style." You chuckled. "But retirement with a big backyard does sound nice." You added with a sigh. "I don't know. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we're fighting for the right cause when all we do is shed blood."

A small smile graced his face. He pulled you close in a gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around your body. He ran his hands gently through your hair.

“You are overthinking this again, my love. The world is a complicated place and it’s easy to let yourself get overwhelmed by it all. But don’t let yourself become too lost in your thoughts.”

“Just hold tight and wait. Things always make sense in the end.” Simon promised.

"Guess you're right." You mumbled, although you couldn't fully shake the feeling yet. But you tried to focus on his embrace, on his warmth, and the temporary peace that it gave you.

"I'm always right" he said with a cheeky grin. But his eyes were glued on yours as his voice was soft and tender. "I'm here for you, always. Anytime you get lost in your thoughts and need someone to talk to. You come to me. I'll try to understand and help you figure things out.”

His joke gets rewarded with a scoff, but your lips curl upward to a smile. "Thank you." You muttered. "You're more of a help than you realize."

"I'm just doing my job." he softly chuckled. His hands caressed her hair and he stared at her face. "It’s not going to be a walk in the park from now on but I know you have what it takes to stay strong."

“Now.” He took your pack of cigarettes from you. “Let’s quit this, and come back inside with me to cuddle.”

You smile at him, he had been right, and the feeling of dread was buried into your soul again. “We can go craft shopping tomorrow, lovie. No need to do it now.”

He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “When will you Skype your parents again?” He asks. And as an answer you shrug. “It’s difficult sometimes due to the time difference. But I was hoping to do it later this week, why?”

Simon doesn’t want to seem desperate, or needy, but in reality he had missed the warmth of your family, he had missed the joy it gave him. “No reason.” He muttered. “Maybe I would like to see them again.”

In response you smile once more, it is such a nice feeling that he likes your family, and it did make your heart flutter a little when he mentioned it. “I’ll let you know when I pick a date again.”

Simon took your hand into his, walking towards his room with you, the moment the door closes behind him, his arms snake around your waist again, and his lips find yours again.

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euphoniumpets · 1 year

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THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER THREE

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Warnings: Violence, blood and gore.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that.

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

Taglist: @lyria-skyfall @khaleesihavilliard @shine101 @waddlingwanderer @clqudias @ducks118 @xceafh @priincehoseok @riot-in-my-soul @feyredarling92 @vendy021 @ssprayberrythings @goldenpoison @shine101 @lili-of-the-dream @wilmasvensson

A/N: I suck at writing fight scenes so just bear with me on this chapter. some spicy things are happening in this chapter!!!

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

Sturmhond led you down below the ship as the three of you followed after him. As soon you stepped inside you saw people chattering, talking to each other. ‘’What’s the difference between a privateer and a pirate?’’ You asked and leaned closer to Mal and Alina as you frowned toward Sturmhond in front of you. Mal shrugged his shoulders.

‘’Yuri! I told you an apple would help,’’ You heard Sturmhond reply, and you widened your eyes when you saw the man on the toilet as he read the newspaper. ‘’Oh god,’’ You replied as you felt Mal’s hands placed on your shoulders. ‘’Just keep walking,’’ Mal responded as you kept following after Alina and Sturmhond with the same expression on his face. Alina held her hand to shield the view in front of her.

‘’Well, that image is going to take a while to disappear out of my mind,’’ You murmured, making Mal laugh slightly from behind. ‘’All right, listen up, everyone, we have guests!’’ Sturmhond shouted. ‘’The Sun summoner, and her beautiful sister, Y/N, and, uh, you are?’’ He introduced before looking at Mal.

You narrowed your eyes and bit your lips to hold a laugh when you noticed the annoyance in Mal’s expression.

‘’Malyen-’’

‘’A guest of the Sun Summoner,’’ He cut Mal off, and you shook your head, trying to hold your laughter when you saw Mal's frusterated expression. ‘’I expect you’ll treat them with the respect I’ve come to know from your pack of liars and thieves,’’ He told the crew as they laughed at his comment. ‘’Come along, my darlings, come on, come on,’’ He urged as you kept walking. ‘’Now, you can have the three at the back,’’ He replied, and you saw three hammocks at the back of the dock.

‘’It’s the most private suite we have,’’ He said and leaned on the stairs as he saw you approaching him ‘’See you in the morning, Miss Starkov,’’ He replied and gave you a flirtatious wink before he walked away.

‘’What is his deal?’’ You asked and placed your stuff further in on your hammock with annoyance. ‘’Well, Maybe he likes you,’’ Alina replied with a teasing smile ‘’He is handsome for being a pirate,’’ Alina remarked and hopped on the hammock next to you. ‘’Privateer, as he calls it,’’ You corrected her and rolled your eyes.

‘’Yeah, well except for the shameless flirting, he’s annoying,’’ You said as Mal chuckled. ‘’If I were him, I would be careful to be around you,’’ Mal responded, as you gave him a look. ‘’I’m not that bad,’’ You defended.

‘’Sometimes,’’ Mal added with a teasing smile on his face. You slapped him on the shoulder playfully. ‘’Alright, kids, stop it now before someone gets hurt,’’ Alina replied and looked at you.

‘’I’m going to bed,’’ You rolled your eyes.

That night you couldn’t sleep peacefully. You tossed and turned in your sleep, and with a frustrated huff, you leaned on your elbows as you stared into the dark. You turned around and saw that Mal had already fallen asleep with the book on his chest next to Alina. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head before tossing the blanket to the side. You stepped toward Mal and grabbed the book to place it on the side of the hammock on the small table. You blew out the candle and grabbed a blanket to place above Mal before heading out to the dock.

It was silent, and the only thing you heard was the water underneath the ship. You enjoyed the sea, how calmly it affected you, and the silence that surrounded you. The smell of the salt from the ocean and how the wind blew. A few people were awake to keep an eye out on the docks as you greeted them with a single nod before looking out at the sea.

You were so lost in your thoughts and didn’t notice until now when you heard the footsteps approaching you. You thought it was Mal who was awake and he noticed that you weren’t sleeping, but to your surprise, you heard Sturmhond’s voice. ‘’Thought you were sleeping,’’ He commented and stood next to you. ‘’Couldn’t sleep,’’ You said and shrugged your shoulders as you kept looking at the sea.

‘’You know, you’re welcome to my bed if the hammock is uncomfortable,’’ He remarked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes. ‘’Have you always been this charming? You know, your flirt won’t get at me,’’ You replied, and you heard him chuckle. ‘’I’m a nice guy if you get to know me better,’’ You shook your head with a smile.

‘’So much being for the Sun Summoner’s sister,’’ He spoke before he looked at you. You frowned at his statement. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ You asked, slightly offended. ‘’I have heard the stories, although, I thought you were more intimidating than most people described you,’’ He replied.

‘’And here I thought I impressed you,’’ You teased him. ‘’Believe me, you impressed me,’’ He said. ‘’Although, never thought that you could beat guys twice as your half of size,’’ He remarked and you smiled at the compliment. ‘’It has always been like that when I was a child, someone had to defend themselves,’’ You replied.

While Alina was good at drawing and becoming a map maker, you joined the first Army along with Mal. You took an interest in fighting and would often get in trouble for that when you were children. ‘’So, that’s your story? Fighting alongside your sister?’’ He questioned.

‘’It’s all I’ve ever done, as long as I can remember, I’ve been always there for Alina, protected her from what’s coming next and she will be the one who I will protect,’’ You told him, meeting his gaze. He met your gaze as he softened his eyes. ‘’But who will protect you?’’ He asked and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

Nobody had ever asked you that question. Not even Mal or Alina or anyone. It has always been like that since no one took interest in you. You had always been a background character and for the first time, you felt appreciated.

He sensed your hesitation to answer his question. ‘’Or maybe I can be your knight in armor to save my princess,’’ He remarked, dropping the facade into a teasing smirk. You let out a laugh at his comment and shook your head. ‘’I would beg that to differ,’’ You remarked.

The next morning, you felt well-rested. You were surprised because you didn’t sleep throughout the night since you and Sturmhond talked before you decided to go and catch some sleep before finding the Sea Whip. You didn’t understand him, but you admired him, despite how he would shamelessly flirt with you.

Although, there was something that you couldn't put your finger around it. There was something about Sturmhond that made you wonder....

You widened your eyes when you saw the ax from Tamar swung at you, reminding that you were at the docks, fighting for your dear life.

‘’Atta girl!’’ You heard Tolya exclaim at you when you dodged the ax that swung at you. Sweat formed on your forehead as you heard the whoop and cheering from Mal, Alina, and the other crew as you and Tamar fought against each other.

People often heard about you fighting, and taking down big men than your size and Tolya was surprised when the petite girl accepted the challenge. ‘’Scared yet?’’ You heard Tamar playfully ask you as the two sound of metal clinking at each other. You dodged her attack as your sword and her ax hung in the air.

‘’You’d be surprised,’’ You remarked, a smirk forming on your lips before kicking on her stomach. Tamar grunted and stumbled on her feet before quickly regarding her position as you swung your sword that they let you use during the fight. Tamar widened her eyes before she ducked and swung her ax toward you.

‘’Keep going, Y/N, you got this!’’ Alina cheered from above. She chuckled at your frustrated expression. ‘’Is she always like this?’’ Alina heard Sturmhond comment next to her. ‘’Like what?’’ Alina questioned. ‘’Stubborn? Feisty?’’ He asked, making Mal and Alina shared a look before chuckling to themselves. ‘’Annoying?’’ Mal added with a smirk before his gaze turned back on you and Tamar.

Alina rolled her eyes at his remark. ''You could tell that to her,'' Alina responded and gestured her head at you down below. ''Nah, I wouldn't rather to have her hand against my face if she heard me saying that to her face,'' Mal chuckled.

Tamar kicked her feet on your stomach as you let out a grunt and almost fell on the ground before steading yourself and swinging your sword. ‘’Hey, Y/N, after this fight, might wanna join me in my bedroom?’’ Sturmhond commented, making you distracted from Tamar, and turned around to look at him. You felt her toss your sword away from your hand.

‘’Hey! That’s not fair,’’ You scowled as she chuckled at you. ‘’You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’’ Alina asked him as he had his gaze on you. ‘’You wouldn’t know,’’ Sturmhond replied with a smirk. You sighed with annoyance before shaking your head and raising your fist.

You watched Tamar arch an eyebrow as you nodded at her. Tamar shrugged her shoulders before tossing her weapons to the side and matching your position. You charged at her first, throwing a punch but she dodged the attack and swung her foot on your stomach. You grunted and fell on the floor as you felt her straddle you.

‘’Tapping out yet?’’ Tamar asked as she kept you on the floor while you tried to release her from her grip. ‘’You wish,’’ You scowled. ‘’I don’t think she’s going to win this one,’’ Tolya spoke with a frown. ‘’Wait a minute,’’ Mal responded with a smirk. With a surprised gasp, you flipped her over and then swung your leg around her neck, and then flipped her off the ground. You watched her, sighing defeated. ‘’Impressed,’’ Tamar commented and you chuckled before reaching out a hand to help her up. ‘’Who taught you to fight?’’ Tamar asked with curiosity as the two of you walked to the others.

‘’Mal, usually I would teach myself, I often ended up in trouble with the other kids back at the orphanage,’’ You said, chuckling to yourself while taking a seat next to Alina. The other crew played card games next to you. ‘’It’s true, it was quite annoying actually,’’ Alina remarked.

‘’Tell that to yourself,’’ You teased her. Tolya snickered when he saw the rest of the crew paying cards while tossing and speaking something in Shu. ‘’What does that mean?’’ You asked him.

‘’You don’t know it?’’ Tolya questioned and you shook your head. ‘’It means victory in Shu,’’ He explained and sat next to Tamar. ‘’We don’t speak Shu,’’ Alina responded with a chuckle. ‘’Understandable,’’ Tamar replied. ‘’We don’t know what Ravkans think about mutts like us, and in Shu Han-’’

‘’They prefer to remind us we’ve our Ravkan mother’s blood,’’ Tolya filled in. ‘’Blood is blood, only fools think otherwise,’’ Tamar scoffed slightly and shook her head, and handed some cards to Alina for her to play with them. ‘’Is that why you’ve chosen a life at the sea?’’ You asked them.

‘’Because it understands that?’’ You questioned. ‘’It’s why we chose Sturmhond,’’ Tolya responded, making you roll your eyes. ‘’What’s his deal, anyway?’’ You questioned them and raised an eyebrow. Tolya and Tamar exchanged a look with a smirk on their faces as they placed some cards on the table. ‘’Did you know that his heartbeat is different when he’s around you?’’ Tolya questioned.

‘’Oh please, ‘’ You responded. ‘’It’s true,’’ Tamar spoke with a shrug on her shoulders. ‘’I think he’s in love with you,’’ Tolya replied and you gave him a look. ‘’Oh, please, he’s an insufferable git,’’ You said to them. ‘’He distracted me earlier with his presence,’’ You muttered, making Tamar laugh slightly.

‘’Did Mal tell you to alter course?’’ You asked and barged into Sturmhond’s office without knocking. He turned around and looked at you with an arched eyebrow. ‘’No, that would be your captain,’’ He replied and pointed at him. ‘’Knock on the door before you step inside the next time, will you?’’ He asked and you rolled your eyes.

''You don't want to see something inappropiate next time,'' Sturmhond replied with a smirk. You stared at him. ''There won't be a next time,'' You scolded.

‘’Why?’’ You asked him. ‘’It’s a brief change to make use of an Eastern wind, we’ll make better time,’’ He explained. ‘’Your tracker wouldn’t say why, but of all of the islands, he believes the Sea Whip is there,’’ He told you and shoved the map. ‘’You want to explain that?’’ He asked and turned around.

‘’No,’’ You responded and kept your guard up.

‘’What’s this about?’’ He asked and you looked at him. ‘’We’re the clients,’’ You told him and looked at him with a stern expression. ‘’No client of mine has ever made such demands,’’ He replied and looked at you. ‘’Then maybe you haven’t met someone like us,’’ You told him and he looked at you with a smug expression.

You knew what was coming. ‘’Well, you’re right, I haven’t met someone like you,’’ He responded and lifted his finger against your chin. You swatted his hands away. ‘’No clients of yours can do what my sister can do,’’ You remarked.

‘’Well, fair enough,’’ He replied and shrugged his shoulders. ‘’But that’s not what this about, is it?’’ He asked and you frowned. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You questioned and he gave you a look. ‘’Trust is a tricky needle to thread for both of us,’’

‘’You need to trust that I don’t have some ulterior motive, and I need to trust we aren’t chasing a myth,’’

''Well, you're not,'' You defended, making him scoff slightly.

‘’The difference is you behave like somebody who’s already been betrayed, and that puts you in a tight spot for the task ahead,’’ He replied. ‘’You can’t do it all on your own, you need me,’’ You chuckled before your face hardened. ‘’And you need me if you’re going to get your money, we both know that’s only as long as my sister remains valuable to you,’’ You sneered.

‘’Well, you are a very fancy cargo, too, it’s true, but do you really understand why?’’

‘’It’s not just because your sister will destroy the Fold, she’s a symbol, she’s not just sunshine, sunshine,’’ He replied and began to step closer to you. You looked at him and you tried to step away from him, but he just continued to walk closer. ‘’She’s hope for the future,’’

‘’Seems it’s not me who needs convincing of that,’’ He replied and you felt that your back was against the wall and how dangerously close the two of you were. You looked at him with wide eyes and it was now you could take a close look at him. You thought why he was the one who was making you feel that you hate him. It was a feeling that you never had felt like this before and it felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

You stared into his eyes and gulped nervously and you really wanted to smack his face off with the smug grin he had on his face since he knew that he affected you.

Suddenly, a knock disturbed and you turned around to see Tamar with a smirk on her face. Sturmhond stepped away, but you already knew that Tamar had seen the scene in front of her. ‘’Yes?’’ Sturmhond asked. ‘’We're close,’’ Tamar replied and he nodded. ‘’See you upstairs,’’ Sturmhond replied and looked at you before walking out of the room, leaving you alone with flushed cheeks.

What the hell just happened? you thought to yourself, before shaking your head and then followed after their footsteps.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #aleksander morovoza #aleksander kirigan #six of crows #tolya yul bataar #tamar kir bataar

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mouthfullofmunson · 1 year

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Pest Eddie x pest reader :)

Eddie is obviously a pest, like we’ve talked about before

But y/n on the other hand

Well, basically Eddie’s twin

Poking at his ass while he lays next to her, making little jokes about pegging him and he just turns to look at her with wide eyes “stay away from my ass”

But he of course does appreciate a little slap to his ass though

Slow motion punching him in the face when he does something stupid

Barging in on him when he’s peeing and walking up to him “can I hold it?”

“Get out?!”

Y/n calls him in the middle of the night, wakes him up in a panic “Eddie! Eddie! Oh my god!”

“What?! are you dying?!”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/n! I was sleeping! I was sleeping good, too!”

“I don’t care.”

“What do you want?”

“I said I couldn’t sleep! Are you not coming over?!”

“No!”

“Why?!”

“Because it’s late!”

“Whatever. Don’t bother coming over this weekend then.”

“Oh fine but I fucking hate you.”

He will just walk into her room absolutely uninvited and start jumping on her bed “come on! I’m bored! Come out with me! We can rent a movie or something? Come smoke a joint with me.”

And when they are smoking together y/n blows the smoke in his face just to annoy him since he’s playing his guitar

And if he annoys her too much he will take the joint away from her and not pass it back to her

Omg

Anytime her head is even close to his lap he’s instantly moaning loudly and extremely dramatically

He’ll do it randomly when they are having a movie night and she gets sleep so she rests her head in his lap but all of a sudden he’s moaning

Then she grabs a newspaper and swats him in the head with it

And sometimes she babies him, and he actually hates it, because she can hardly ever be serious about it

Cradling his head to her chest “my little baby you’re so cute.” Kissing his head and pinching his cheeks “I’m literally older than you you’re so stupid leave me alone 🙄”

“Well, if you would’ve graduated on time!”

“What does that have to do with anything?!”

“Well, we would’ve never met and I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

And she steals his clothes 24/7

He calls her anytime anything is missing because he knows Y/n had to have taken it

“Do you have my pair of boxers?”

“Be more specific shitface. What pair?”

“My green and blue plaid ones, idiot. Why are you taking my damn boxers?”

“Cause they are comfortable.”

“Give then back”

“No”

“Give then back!”

“You can go commando.”

“You go commando”

“Don’t ever say that to a lady”

“Come on y/n give me my boxers”

“Fine! I won’t wash them either so you can sniff them or whatever you do in your free time you creep”

And sometimes when she comes back home from a shift at work or school bc Eddie skipped that day she walks in to see him nosing in all of her clothes, one of her shirt on, one of her pairs of nice panties over his jeans, putting some of her hair products in his while he lathers on her lotions and such

She just stands there so confused “how the fuck did you even get in my room Eddie?”

“I climbed through your kitchen window”

He calls her kid just to annoy her

“I’m two years younger than you don’t act like in your little sister or something”

“I wouldn’t be sleeping with my sister”

“Why would you even say that…”

And when they are all lovey dovey of course one of them has to get annoying

If they are cuddling Eddie has to slip his ice cold hands down her bra to hear her shriek

And if they are kissing y/n bites his tongue and he pulls away with a yelp “what the fuck would you do that for?!”

“My thoughts took over and I couldn’t stop it. It all happened so fast!”

And when y/n is riding him sometimes he just lets out a very long yell

Like it’s obviously forced and nothing that sounds pretty

It’s just “ahhhhhh!” And then he’s back into it like nothing happened

“Don’t ever do that again or we’re never having sex ever again”

He of course does it again

Or some stupid shit “yeah! Get it baby!” absolutely so unserious

When y/n gives him blowjobs she always jokingly fake bites his dick just to make him nervous

And he will come out of his room where she is sat on the couch just to be wearing her panties on his head as if it was some fashionable headband

Or if he needs to tie his hair up he used her panties

Before he eats her out he grabs her panties from the floor and ties up his hair with it “got to make sure it doesn’t get in the way”

Or before he eats her out he grabs one of the random fast food napkins from a leftover bag he had sitting on the floor, tucks it in the collar of his shirt and mumble “dinner is served”

Eddie would act like he’s going to press a kiss to her cheek or nibble at her ear and he just opens his mouth and puts her whole ear in his mouth

He does the same with her nose

She does that with his fingers, acting like she’s going to suck his fingers

And of course he gets a little excited because he’s thinking it will lead to something else but she just bites down on them

“Oh my god?! Are you fucking hungry or something?! There’s cereal in the kitchen.”

And they fake fight allllll the time

Either fake fighting each other with softly punching each other

Or just arguing

Saying the most random stupid shit

“Oh shut up your the reason I haven’t graduated”

“Well this is like your tenth try!”

“I’m going to kill you, asshole”

“I’d like to see you try idiot. You can’t even walk five feet without tripping over your on big ass feet”

“Well you know what they say about big feet!”

But when they aren’t annoying the shit out of each other they are disgusting

It doesn’t matter who they are with if they are in a group they are in the corner of the room sucking face

So that couple that has to sit on the same side of the booth just so they can cuddle into each other

If they are talking to each other and someone tires to talk to both of them or either of them they are too sucked in to each other to hear anyone else

Okay my brain is kind of mush so that’s all the thoughts I have

Let me know yours

#eddie munson #my post #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things

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kozachenko · 3 months

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Do you feel Gensokyo would indeed be better off if Reimu WAS more thorough in youkai extermination (i.e. actually successfully punishing Mamizou at all)? It's part of her real job, sure, but it's also a point against Gensokyo. Basically, do you think Mizuchi is right that humans and youkai should be as far away from each other as possible and constant enemies?

I think it all depends on the severity of a Youkai's actions, like, if a Youkai were to just walk around disguised in the human village and they're just kind of chilling and not causing problems then that probably isn't worth an extermination, on the contrary if a Youkai were to try and kill a bunch of humans in the village and/or threaten Gensokyo, then yeah, that's probably worth at least a beatdown from Reimu. In regards to the most recent Lotus Eaters chapter, I think that Reimu should probably punish Mamizou with more than just a slap on the wrist and expose what she did to the human village, but at the same time, the tanuki have to eat too. They can't normally just go and buy food from the human village because that would be too obvious. But still, if Reimu were to expose Mamizou's plotting, then that would probably help them in the long run if humans were more scared of them, and it's not like Reimu just exposing them would stop them from doing what they want anyway. Besides, worst case scenario, if Reimu does exterminate Mamizou, then there will just be a new tanuki who takes her place as leader. Again, it all depends on how necessary it will be for Reimu to exterminate them, and what doing so will actually accomplish.

I also don't agree with Mizuchi's statement that humans and Youkai should be as far away as possible, mainly because we've seen examples of humans and Youkai getting along peacefully together throughout the series. Some examples I can think of right now are. Alice and Marisa, Miyoi in Geidontei, Nitori just coming to the human village mainly to sell things, Aya schilling for her own newspaper to the human villagers, heck, all of Myouren temple seems to be in pretty good relations with the human village and a lot of the people who live there are Youkai, and Byrakuren's whole thing is wanting for humans and Youkai to live in peace. However, since Youkai run on fear to fuel their existence, I think there is some validity to what Mizuchi is saying. I'm not saying that the Youkai should be all buddy buddy with the human villagers, but I'm not saying that they should be enemies either. To use Miyoi as an example again, since she's a Zashiki Warashiki, she's only bringing good luck to the buisness she watches over. Her existence isn't as reliant on fear, like a lot of other Youkai.

Again, it's not a simple black and white thing, it's more so a spectrum of how badly a Youkai being near humans will fuck things up. Even if you take a look at the "balance of Gensokyo," constantly punishing Youkai for just chilling in the human village and not actually doing anything bad is only going to lead to more problems in the long run. Resentment will build overtime towards humans, and more drastic problems will start presenting themselves, which only leads to a constant cycle of Reimu having to fight even more dangerous and powerful Youkai that try to attack the human village, eventually leaving Gensokyo in a constant state of unrest, and while yes the spellcard system exists for that whole reason, there are going to be Youkai who don't give two shits about it and just do whatever they want anyway. For the safety of the human villagers in Gensokyo, not holding as big a fear of Youkai would probably help keep relations peaceful for a longer period of time, as well as keeping Youkai from becoming so powerful that it's basically impossible to keep them in check without having to exterminate them.

#touhou project #also I have only recently caught up on both of the ongoing mangas so if there's anything I'm missing please let me know

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movedmovedsoup · 2 years

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Hello can you write a Billy Showalter Drabble where he’s delivering newspapers and reader walks out the front door just as he throws it and hits them in the face and knocks them over

And he’s just apologizing over and over again 💀

Thank you!

“incoming news”

billy showalter x gn! reader!

it was a morning just like any other really. nothing was out of the ordinary, except that the neighborhoods were a whole lot more quiet now of days, school had just gotten out for the summer and that meant kids took their sweet time sleeping in. you did too of course..well you wanted to. you awoken to the sound of your family dog scratching and whining at your bedroom door, telling you she had to go and use the bathroom. with a disappointed groan you mumbled some words under your breath, looking at the alarm clock at your side which read. “6:30 A.M” ‘so much for sleeping in..” you thought to yourself, shrugging off the grogginess you had so much of. slipping on some slippers you walked down the long hall and opened the front door for the dog. to which she quickly ran out to to do her thing. you stood out there on the porch with squinted eyes and crossed hands. the crossed hands practically mimicked mrs yamada and miss arellano who lived two blocks down. as they usually got up earlier in the morning to say good morning to the paperboy. complaining about the cold as they did so. the temperature was probably in the mid 70’s chilly but not too much. still feeling a little woozy from how quickly you got up, you dragged over a lawn chair and sat on the porch. you knew your dog wouldn’t run away if she was left unattended with no supervision, for gods sake she was pretty old! you couldn’t stop yourself from ever so slightly dozing off in the nice summer breeze. simply enjoying the fact you could sleep in how long you wanted, how you didn’t have to deal with people constantly asking for gum or a extra pencil.

it was gonna be a start of a nice and peaceful summer

right??

hearing the small ‘riiinnng riiiinnng’ sound of a bike bell, as if alerting the neighbor/ the block that the newspaper was coming soon. you were a good twelve or so minutes in your nap. before feeling something immediately whip you out of the nice feeling of peace. the crinkle of plastic was loud as it make contact with your face. the slam was a little more than hard, whoever threw the damn newspaper bag definitely had a arm on them. you couldn’t help but wince as you quickly stumbled up. arm leaning on the lawn chair for some balance. blinking a little as you saw a figure quickly run over to you. “oh shit!” the voice cursed out. taking a moment to kick up the bike stand before running over to you. as you regained your sight of vision more clearly you soon quickly realized it was the paper boy. billy showalter you believed his name was? for someone you didn’t really talk to he was definitely all up in your face. for a good reason actually. was it because a bump was forming in the middle of your eye area? yeah just maybe that was the reason why. the first instinct you had once semi-processing everything was to shoo away the boy. fluttering your hands in-front of your stinging face, acting as if he was a little fly that wouldn’t get away from you. but much to surprise he moved just a little before slapping your hand away.

“will you quit fluttering me away!!” “can’t you see i’m trying to help you?!” he snapped at you. shaking his head in disapproval, his mullet slightly shaking with his movement. billy did have a bit of a knack for having a little of a mouth on him. he’s what you’d call a smart mouth. always having the right retorts, insults and so on. but of course if the person really, truly did deserve it. he was definitely biting his tongue from saying anything to you. but then again he himself wouldn’t be the most overjoyed after getting smacked with a newspaper at full speed. his mind was slightly scrambled as you allowed him to place his hands on-top of yours and pull you up. using his shoulder as a support beam as you steadied yourself. it seemed impossible to get a rip on anything as billy immediately started to bombard you with apologies. “god i am so so so sorry , please don’t tell my mom then she’ll tell the daily newspaper and i seriously cannot lo-“ “paperboy it’s fine.” you quickly cut him off. glancing over to your dog and his own who were currently getting along, having a conversation in dog language most likely. you thought for a moment examining the boy in-front of you. he has quite the worried expression on his face, thin eyebrows furrowed together, biting the inside of his cheek as the nerves of getting dejected from his paperboy job became more prevalent in his mind.

“was i the last house?”

“what??”

“what i the last house??” you repeated your question. your home sat on the cul-de-sac, the last house in the neighborhood. realizing what you had said he nodded in conformation. “ok then, in return for almost breaking my nose.” you gestured to your nose, it had been aching for a while and the metallic smell had became more evident the past few minutes. “you are gonna help me patch up my face-“ “it’s not even that bad!! who knew you were so-“ billy had quickly cut himself off as you opened the door a crack and reached for the hung up telephone. almost like the breath had been sucked out of him knowing you weren’t bluffing about him being jobless. with a small sigh and a slump of his shoulders he nodded. motioning the two dogs to wait outside on the porch, which they did. feeling a unfamiliar hand grab his own, rather rough one he was taken by surprise. seeing as you were pulling him into the nicely a.c breezed home. from the simple action he seemed a whole less of a grouch. the smallest pep in his step as you lead him in. maybe this was the start of a new friendship? it didn’t seem all that bad.

#bruce yamada #the black phone 2022 #the grabber #billy showalter #billy showalter x reader #robin arellano #the black phone x reader #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x you #finney blake #gwen blake

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roseianxiety · 5 months

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All wrapped up by the fireplace

Ship: Romantic Roceit

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol usage, drunkenness, foul language, slight innuendo

Synopsis: Roman has some alone time with himself after their little Christmas Eve celebration, but a certain drunken snake approaches him and ruins his peace. At least that's what he thinks.

AO3

“Roman, is it really necessary for you to turn the living room into THIS?”

Logan queries loudly as he gestures to the living room, now completely covered in Christmas decor and where their TV stood was now replaced with a grand brick fireplace. Roman really put a lot of effort into all this grandiosity.

“Yes, Logan, it is necessary.” Roman drawled out as he gave Logan a look while hanging the last ornament on the Christmas tree. He then added, hopping off his little stool. “You'd really expect ME to NOT go all out on Christmas?” he remarked at Logan.

Logan merely sighs and rolls his eyes, making his way towards his recliner chair. “I shouldn't have expected less from you and Patton when it comes to celebrating festivities,” he stated, gently sitting down and opening up one of the newspapers Virgil gave him.

Roman hums proudly before strutting to the kitchen to check on whatever Patton was working on.

“Hey, Popstar, how's the baked goods doing there?” Roman questions cheerily from across the counter, propping his palm under his chin while he watches Patton do his thing.

Patton turns around, slightly surprised at Roman's sudden appearance but then giggles. “Oh hey ya, kiddo, didn't see you there.”. He continued, pulling out a tray of gingerbread man cookies out of the oven. “I'm almost done with the last batch. Careful, they're very hot.”.

He says before placing the tray down on the countertop to let it cool. Roman immediately reaches for one but hisses in pain and pulls his hand back when he burns himself with the piping-hot cookies. “Ow…”.

Patton tuts and shakes his head at Roman's impulsiveness, “I did tell you they're hot. You saw me take them out of the oven just now.”. He reaches to take Roman's hand but the other declines and pulls away.

“Nah, it's okay. This burn is far from reaching my intestines anyway, so I'm cool. I was merely excited to taste your fantastic cookies, Padre.” Roman shrugs and moves to try and take one but Patton gently slaps his hand away. The creative prince pouts at that.

“No no, they're still piping hot. And, we still have to wait for the last batch before we can finally eat all of these.” Patton states with a raised chin, trying to seem authoritative but he looks silly and cute. Don't tell him that.

“Bummer,” Roman mutters with a pout before sighing. He straightens (ha!) his posture and stretches his arms over his head, turning on his heels. “Anyways, you better continue that while I go check whatever chaos Remus is doing. Don't want him ruining my party.”.

He says as he makes his way back to the living room. As he does so, he could see Virgil hissing aggressively at Remus while his twin brother was teasing the crap out of the anxious facet.

“Come on, take him! He's Mr. Fuzzy’s boyfriend!” Remus exclaimed, trying to give another handcrafted hairball abomination to Virgil who was desperately trying to get away from him. And Janus was there, laughing his drunk ass off by the sidelines.

Virgil notices Roman walking towards them and immediately calls for him while trying to stop Remus from getting close to him. “Roman! Come get your unhinged brother!” He exclaimed, before hissing at Remus.

“Hi, Roman~” Janus giggles drunkenly as he gives Roman a small. Geez… he really was drunk. Roman chooses to ignore him.

“Sorry Virgil but you're gonna have to deal with him yourself.” Roman hums, raising his hands in defense. Virgil groans at his response, now more annoyed. Remus then pushes the hairball abomination right at Virgil's face, causing the other to yelp.

Roman leaves them be and walks towards the couch, plopping just beside Logan who was engrossed with his puzzle thing or whatever it was. He tried to take a peek at it only for his face to scrunch up in confusion, not understanding one bit of it. Roman didn't what was so interesting about it but eh, at least Logan was having the time of his life.

He leans back on the couch while he watches as the fire crackles in the fireplace, emitting a cozy warmth that he always loved. Roman might now admit it out loud but he loved enjoying his Christmas with everyone. It’s good not to be alone.

“To be honest, I didn't think Remus would be this… tame when he is drunk. How surprising.” Logan comments as looks down at Remus on the floor before sipping on his wine. The chaotic individual was currently splayed out on the living room floor, already deadbeat asleep.

Patton carefully takes the empty mug from Remus’ grasp, trying not to wake him up. “So alcohol is just the way to calm him down?” He says, letting out a soft yelp when Remus grumbles and pulls the mug away from him, hugging it close. Patton frowns and leans back on the couch but not before grabbing two cookies from the snack platter.

“You know, it's already late and I already feel the spirit of Christmas welling up inside me. And by that, I mean vomit. Merry Christmas y'all, I'm gonna go bury myself in the comforts of my blankets.” Virgil suddenly says as he gets up from his usual place on the couch before sinking out, not letting anyone say a word.

Logan proceeds to check the time on his wristwatch. “Virgil is right, it is past twelve and my bedtime schedule. Merry Christmas everyone. Be sure to sleep well.” He says in a monotone, glancing at the rest of them. He then leaves as well, following right after Virgil.

“Aww geez, everyone's going to sleep now. I'm starting to feel eepy too. So sorry your party didn't go the way you wanted it to, Roman.” Patton apologizes with a small frown as he looks at the princely trait but Roman waves it off.

“It's quite alright, Patton, I am not easily upset at something so trivial.” He says casually, getting up from his spot on the couch and beginning to stretch his arms, hearing satisfying pops from his joints. “You go ahead and rest your adorable self, I'll deal with all the mess here.” Roman then added.

“Are you sure? I can help you—”

Roman immediately cuts Patton off before he can even continue his sentence, “Shush, Patton. I can handle this. You've been dozing off a lot, it's best for you to rest.”.

“Plus, I've still got a pump of adrenaline in me so I'm not that tired yet. I'm gonna spend all that leftover energy cleaning all of this.” He chuckles, trying to reassure the fatherly figure.

“Oh…if you say so. But don't forget to rest too. Merry Christmas, kiddo! I love you!” Patton exclaims before throwing himself on Roman, giving the other a tight, warm hug. Roman smiles fondly, hugging the other back. Eventually, Patton sinks out and returns to his room.

When Patton left, Roman immediately started his work. He cleaned all of the junk left in the living room, from the torn gift wrappers to the various cookie crumbs lying around. Roman resorted to carrying Remus onto the couch, Remus might not be the physically built one between them but God, was he heavy.

He continued to clean the living room and even cleaned the kitchen as well, making sure there wasn't any mess left in the morning. After half an hour or so, he was finally done.

He makes a little nest out of pillows and blankets by the fireplace before situating himself in his creation. Even after all that cleaning, he still wasn't tired. And he couldn't think of anything to do. So why not look at fire instead?

Janus stumbles down from the stairs, drunk as fuck. He was planning to get some water but his eyes landed on something by the fireplace. Or more likely, someone.

“My my, what's our beloved prince doing here all by himself?”

Roman suddenly snaps his head back as soon as he hears that all too familiar sultry voice. His eyes narrow at the very presence of his archenemy. Janus was making his way towards him, while almost tripping on his own feet. He clearly was still not sober.

“What do you want, Janus? I'm not exactly in the mood to deal with you right now.” Roman groaned before turning back to the fireplace, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What? Am I not allowed to be in the living room? I just wanna get warm.” Janus huffs before plopping down beside the prince, causing the other's face to scrunch up more in frustration and annoyance. Roman scoots away from him and avoids meeting his gaze. He crosses his arms further, a big pout already forming on his lips.

There was a big silence between them, and Roman liked it that way. Heck, he even forgot Janus was there beside him in the first place. Out of annoyance and trying to avoid the other, he got distracted by watching the fire slowly move and crackle in an intricately artistic dance. Not until Janus said the most out-of-pocket thing ever which ruined the vibe.

“You know, you could've done other things to warm me up than buy me socks.”

Those. Those were the very words that ruined his perfectly good vibes. Because what the actual fuck!?

“W-what? No!” Roman remarked quickly in sheer embarrassment, his whole face as red as his sash. Now why did Janus have to say that?!

Janus only tilted his head at him, staring at him innocently for a few minutes before letting out a sadistic cackle, making Roman turn red. “I'm just messing with you, Roman.”.

He then stops momentarily, batting his eyelashes at Roman as he bites his lips suggestively. “Unless you want to…”.

Roman's whole face immediately burned up like the fire in the fireplace. For some random reason, the way Janus was saying that in a low and sultry voice while biting his lip was absolutely sending him. Jesus Christ on a stick, it was not the right time to be a gay mess.

“How many bottles of wine have you drunk today?” Roman queries, gently gripping Janus' face as he tries to look for any sign of sobriety.

“Just a bit. Like, three or four bottles. I don't know, I forgot. Silly me.” Janus giggles, looking up at Roman with a drunken gaze, his whole face dusted in pink. Okay, but truth be told, he was quite cute when he was not up to something devious. Not that Roman would admit it.

“Geez, you're so drunk right now. You need to go back to your room and sleep.” Roman clicked his tongue before letting go of Janus, causing the other to slump forward against him.

The deceitful facet whined, clinging close to him. “I'm not drunk! I am very sober as you can see. Iz jus very very cold… hmm, you're warm.” he grumbled lowly, nuzzling close to Roman. The creative prince was having second thoughts if he should push Janus away or let him cuddle with him, he's still not on good terms with Janus after all and the latter was drunk.

“Even while drunk you still have the gall to lie.” Roman scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

“So warm… you are like a walking furnace. Very warm. I like warmth.” Janus babbled, not wanting to let go of Roman. The other could do nothing but grimace, having no choice but to let Janus cling to him like a koala bear.

“Not gonna lie, you're sorta cute when you're drunk. And pretty annoying too.” Roman commented, glancing at Janus for a moment.

“Awww, you think I'm cute AND pretty, Roman? Do you like meeee?”

The creative trait could feel his cheeks heat up at Janus' bold words. He tries to hide his blush by averting his gaze from Janus while his heart begins to ram against his ribcage.

“No way! I-I meant pretty annoying! Nothing else.” Roman exclaims in defense but Janus merely chuckles at him, clearly not convinced with his answer. And of course, Janus doesn't stop taunting him.

“Then why are you blushing?~” Janus teases as he reaches to grab Roman's face, urging the other to look at him.

“I'm not!”

“You so are.”

Roman let out a frustrated groan and covered his face. Janus was going to be the death of him if he didn't stop teasing him. He wanted to rip out his hair and scream. Roman took back what he said, Janus was not cute when he was drunk, more like annoying.

“By the way, how did you know I'm cold-blooded? I never truly told anyone that.” Janus wonders, seemingly having calmed down from his amusement. Roman glances at him, slightly caught off guard by his question.

Roman thinks for a moment, he didn't think of the possibility that Janus might ask that question. When he got Janus for Secret Santa, his first plan was to give him something shitty like a passive-aggressive letter but he scrapped that because he might seem like too much of an asshole. So he went for something useful. He may or may not have done some research for Janus' gift.

“I just assumed because you're a snake and all,” Roman muttered, still refusing to look at Janus at the fear that the other would tease the crap out of him or if his heart would fully jump out of his chest. “They're not that special, just some pair of yellow socks.”.

“I like them though, they're yellow and keep my feet warm.” Janus hums happily before raising one of his feet up to show off his cool new socks, then wiggles his toes a bit just to fuck with Roman. The princely facet gave him a disgusted look but it quickly melted away into a hearty laugh.

“Didn't expect you'd wear them immediately. Thought you might throw it away because it does not match your ‘Disney Villain’-esque aesthetic.” Roman chuckles softly. Janus smiles at him, a sincere and genuine one at that.

Roman wanted to admit it, but Janus was growing on him. He had never seen this side of him before when he was sober. He was less villainy and scheme-y, although Janus still got that sass and all. Yet it was his first time seeing him smile so genuinely. It was a fresh sight to see.

Their eyes suddenly met for a moment, the both of them could feel a quick spark of electricity as soon as their gaze landed on each other. Roman could only watch as Janus slowly leaned closer toward him, almost climbing on his lap.

They stare at each other intently, not knowing what will happen. Roman's gaze moved from Janus' eyes down to his lips, then back up, before gulping softly. There was a pregnant pause between them, but it was broken when Janus leaned forward, closing the gap between them.

Sparks fly as their lips collide in a kiss, likening it to a fireworks display. All the background noises seemed to quiet down behind them, only the loud thumps of their passionate hearts that seemed to jump out of their chests could be heard. Roman only stared at Janus in shock as he sat there, frozen. His brain was still processing what was happening.

But before he could, Janus suddenly pulled away.

“I love you…” He mutters against Roman's lips before moving away to rest his head on the prince’s shoulder.

Then it finally clicked to Roman. He snapped out of his trance and immediately reached to touch his lips with his fingers, trying to feel the bits of the presence of Janus' kiss as his whole face warmed up. Janus kissed him and confessed to him… Janus…kissed…him

JANUS KISSED HIM!

The realization dawned upon him like being hit with a ten-wheeler truck. Did this mean Janus liked him all this time?! No… no, that can't be the case, right? He was drunk. That cannot be true… right? But it did seem genuine.

He was about to question Janus when he realized the other had already fallen asleep while lying on his shoulder. Really? He just kissed Roman and gave him a dilemma then went to sleep!

Roman let out a groan, mentally slapping himself on the face. He did not want his Christmas to start with him overthinking about this. After a long while, he lets out a long sigh, choosing to accept his reality. Maybe Janus did like him. But does he like him back?

He glances at Janus once more, observing his features. Huh, his scales were interesting up close. They shine like emeralds. A small smile creeps up on Roman's lips while he watches Janus sleep peacefully, he really is stunning.

Janus suddenly shudders in his sleep, clinging more to Roman. The personification of creativity notices this and decides to pull the other closer, basically letting his archenemy cuddle him. Roman looks around for the blankets until he finds one, draping it around him and Janus, hoping that would shield them from the chilly breeze.

Roman then queries softly, “Still cold?”.

Janus then unconsciously shakes his head as a response while he nuzzles the other. The creative facet chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around Janus to keep him warm.

He continues to observe the other for a few moments, watching as he softly breathes and snore. It was cute. This could be good blackmail material for Janus, but Roman wasn't exactly in the mood. All he wanted to do right now was admire him. Roman then whispers to him, pressing a gentle kiss on Janus’ forehead.

“I love you too, Janus.”

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

a/n: alessandro is the italian version of alexander. y/n's older brother was born alessandro romano, but his family members prefer just alexander. so when alessandro is mentioned, it's the same as alexander. ~

"Get out of my house."

"Y/n, come on—" pleaded Vince.

"Get out of my house, Ahmed." You said, using his real name that he hated so much. Ouch.

He gasped. "How dare you call me by that name?!"

"Look at what you're making me do!"

"What the fuck am I making you do, tesora, tell me!" He yelled.

You shook your head, deeply disappointed and hurt.

He slammed his hand against the wall. "Answer my question, Y/n! What am I making you do?!"

"Everything! I might as well start doing everything after these godforsaken stunts you're pulling!" You cried out.

"You can't blame me for this!"

"Yes I can, you dumb motherfucker! You're lucky I haven't blown your fucking head off for betraying this organization!" You responded.

"You evil, conniving bitch! What betrayal?! He was my friend!"

"You know we don't take shit like this lightly, Ahmed! Stop making excuses!" You were furious.

"Shut the fuck up! God damn you, Y/n! I'm just a pawn to you!" He screamed.

"Oh really?! I'm nothing to you! You just want to mess with me like every other whore you're fucking with!"

"You stupid bitch, don't make me slap you!" He raised his hand as a warning.

You flinched and looked away, triggered.

"Fine! I'll leave." He raised his hands and opened the door, walking out.

★★★★★★★★★

You groaned in distress and opened a drawer by the mantel, getting a pack of cigarettes. You sat down at the bottom edge of the marble stairs.

You took your lighter out of your pocket, lit the cigarette, then stared at your lighter.

♡☆Viva Romano was engraved on it. Typical.

The front door opened and you saw Alexander, something in his hand.

He threw a newspaper in your face, and you picked it up.

Morte al Romano! Death to the Romano! was the headline. Your grip tightened on the paper, seeing a picture of yourself, Vince, Alexander, and Alima at a restaurant, holding wine glasses up, smirking.

"Great job, Sis." He spoke, taking a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it.

"I am not at fault here." You said as you took the cigarette out of your mouth.

"Yes, you are!" He burst out yelling, and you flinched.

"It has not even been a fucking week since you came back, and now the media want our heads on sticks because of whatever the hell you're doing now! Have you lost your mind?!" He shouted.

"Alexander, listen to me." You mutter, looking down.

"What?!" He burst out again.

"I'm going to kill our father."

His angered expression faded into one of shock. He was stunned.

"Are you serious?" He mustered out, eyes widening.

"God as my witness, Alexander," You pointed upward, "I'm going to kill him. Just wait."

You blew smoke out of your mouth numbly.

He shook his head and inhaled from the cigar. "Do as you please, sorellina."

He stood up and walked out.

You took your cellphone out and flipped it open, texting Trish.

call me... You typed quickly.

★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting in the living room with the rest of the gang, who were watching TV while she was reading Vogue Italia. Narancia was laying his head on her lap, Giorno beside her with his arm behind her.

Her cell phone buzzed and her expression faded seeing the message.

She immediately called you, the phone ringing.

"Yo." You answered.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Trish said softly, furrowing her eyebrows.

She heard you sigh. "Yes. I got into another fight with Vince... That dumb motherfucker, he thinks he can just raise his hand and automatically win the argument."

"WHAT?!" She nearly screamed, "He did what?!"

Everyone looked away from the TV to Trish with concern. Narancia sat up, and Giorno raised his eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, love you, bye."

"Love you."

She hung up and sighed again warily. "She never gets a single day of peace in her life..."

"Who?" Giorno asked.

"Y/n." She responded.

"Oh. What happened?"

"None of your business." She retorted, then muttered to herself, "Shit, I wish I could put a hit on that idiot.."

"Who do you wanna put a hit on, Trish?" Mista laughed.

"That bastard Vincenzo Sayyid... What an asshole."

"Eh? Isn't he the Donna's boyfriend?" Narancia interjected.

"No, he is not." Giorno retorted sternly.

"Oooh~ Someone has a crush." Mista wooed.

"Sayyid? Is that even an Italian last name?" Abbachio asked.

"No," Bucciarati responded, "His father is from Afghanistan."

"Where's that?" Narancia asked.

"You dumb fuck, it's a country in Central-South Asia." Fugo scowled.

"Afghanistan? So he's a terrorist?" said Mista.

Bucciarati nearly spit out his tea in his cup. "Mista, don't ever say something like that again. He's a mafioso like us."

"Mafioso, gangster, terrorist, whatever." Mista shrugged.

"There's no way his real name is Vincenzo." Narancia said.

"You're right," Fugo said, looking at his laptop, "He was born Ahmed Fateh Ali Sayyid. He adopted the name Vincenzo or Vince during his childhood, and according to records, he likely pulled some strings to 'legally' change his name."

"Damn." said Mista.

"Was he born here?" asked Abbachio.

"Yes, but the government still won't grant him citizenship since he spent most of his childhood in Afghanistan and America." replied Fugo.

"Wow." Narancia raised his eyebrows.

"It's the same thing with the Donna. Rumor has it that she was born in Japan, but her father denies it. According to my informant, her Italian citizenship was revoked in 01' when she came to visit, but the older brother took care of it." continued Fugo.

"As in Alessandro Romano?" questioned Abbachio.

"Yeah, why?"

"Tch," Abbachio scowled in response, "What a bastard. I bet he's the real Don of Il Terrore and making the girl do his biddings so he doesn't get a target on his back."

"Don't start up with the conspiracy now." Trish murmured bitterly.

"Hey, I'm just saying. The guy has a wife and two kids, he has a lot to live for. The girl is barely an Italian or a gangster. Of course it's just a front. Donna, my ass." He scoffed.

Giorno stopped and thought for a moment. Abbachio could be right--Why else would your family call you back to Naples?

Of course. They had to be using you, there was no other explanation.

"Abbachio, for the love of God, stop bullshitting. Leave the Donna alone." Mista cringed.

"You're only defending her because she's beautiful and arrogant about it." Abbachio spat.

Trish felt offended, you were her best friend and you were being spoken negatively about. "What nonsense is this, Abbachio? Calm down."

"I had a run-in with Alessandro back when I was a cop. He was insanely cunning and manipulative, talked his way out of prison in just a few hours, using his family as an excuse. They let him go after they found out he was telling the truth... And a hefty tip from a certain mafioso."

"Who paid them off?" Narancia asked.

"Father Romano," Fugo snorted, "the tyrant."

Narancia cringed.

Giorno was fascinated. You were such an interesting person.

But the thought that hung in the back of his mind-- Your father had made an offer to him without you knowing. For marriage.

What would he do?

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Part 18: Moth

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Grace learns that Lucy has a rather uncommon phobia.

Word Count: 770

Notes: So funny story. A couple of months ago we had a bit of a moth infestation in my house. No big deal. Except I keep a glass of water on my nightstand. And one night I go to take a drink, and just before I do I look down, and THERE WAS A MOTH IN MY WATER. I almost DRANK A MOTH. Suffice to say, I was very upset and had to change to keeping a water bottle next to my bed instead until the infestation was taken care of to avoid any other unpleasant surprises ending up in my water in the middle of the night. ANYWAY, this was just a cute little scene that popped into my head while I was drinking my coffee one morning that I wanted to share. No warnings.

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Grace was taking her tea in the sitting room, legs curled underneath her as she balanced a heavy, hardback book in her hands. It had gotten dark out, the sun just dipping below the horizon, and she was beginning to think that she ought to go tell Tommy and Lucy that dinner would be ready soon when a loud thump, followed by a high pitched shriek, sounded from Tommy’s office.

Eyes snapping upwards, she closed her book hastily, standing and half jogging out the room and down the hall, opening the door to the office and poking her head in.

“Is everything…” she trailed off, eyes widening.

Lucy was on the floor, half cowering beside the overturned chair next to her, eyes staring upwards towards the ceiling in horror. Tommy was half bent over his desk, cackling.

“Stop laughing, you asshole!” Lucy whined. “Where did it go?”

“The way you just…just flailed out of your seat…” Tommy wheezed, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he grinned.

“It dive bombed me!”

“It didn’t dive bomb you. It was just going for the light.”

“What’s going on?” Grace asked. Tommy just shot her a wicked grin, standing from his seat and walking around his desk, taking Lucy by the arm and helping to haul her to her feet. She was still looking around the room anxiously.

Something large and gray fluttered down from somewhere on the ceiling, and Lucy screamed, diving behind Tommy.

“Kill it! Kill it!”

Still chucking, he reached behind him with one hand to pat Lucy’s head, snatching the newspaper on his desk with the other, rolling it up. The moth had disappeared back up towards the ceiling again. Lucy’s head swiveled around, trying to find where it had gone. When it came fluttering back down towards them, she whined, scrambling away. Grace opened her arms to her, letting her rush into her chest, smiling to herself as Lucy burrowed against her. There was a thwap as Tommy slapped at the moth with the newspaper.

“There. You happy now? It hadn’t even done anything to you,” he said, tossing the rolled up newspaper back onto the desk.

“It could have landed on me and laid eggs in my hair!”

“I think the chances of that were highly unlikely, love,” Tommy chuckled, glancing over at Lucy, still cowering against Grace’s chest, and grinned. “Take a good look, Grace. The Red Demon. Feared by all in Small Health. Reduced to a shrieking mess by a tiny moth.”

Lucy pouted, looking up at her with wide dark green eyes. “Grace, Tommy’s being mean to me.”

Grace laughed at their childishness, giving Lucy a squeeze. “He is, isn’t he, love?” she shot Tommy a playful glare.

“Oi! Who just killed the damn moth for you?” he righted the chair that had been knocked over, striding over to them and giving a fond ruffling of Lucy’s red curls. Lucy was still sulking a little, but she blinked up at Tommy affectionately.

“Thank you, Tommy.”

“Mhm,” he was still smiling softly to himself, leaning down to kiss Lucy’s temple before angling his head around to give Grace a peck.

Lucy let go of her, though she continued to glance at the dark corners of the office warily, as if expecting at any point another moth to come swooping down at her.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of moths,” Grace commented.

“I’m not afraid of moths,” Lucy insisted. Tommy snickered. She shot him a glare. “I’m highly and rationally concerned about moths.”

“Yes, the way you fell out of your chair at the sight of one looked very rational,” Tommy teased. Lucy crossed her arms, huffing. “Aw, love, come here,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her into his chest. She still pouted against him, but Grace could see her already beginning to soften. The disgruntled façade slipping as Tommy embraced her. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“We’ll kill as many moths for you as you want,” Grace concurred. Lucy snorted out a tiny laugh.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm,” Grace kissed her cheek. “Dinner will be ready soon,” her voice trembled with the laugh she was trying to contain. Tommy let Lucy go.

“Alright. We’re done with work for today anyway.” Lucy, forever easily enticed and motivated by the promise of food, eagerly took Grace’s outstretched hand. Grace glanced over her shoulder, grinning with amusement over at Tommy. His cheeks stretched with his smile, chuckling and shaking his head fondly. Squeezing her fingers, Grace guided her out of the office and down the hall towards the dining room, Tommy’s heavy footfalls right behind them.

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Fellas

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing, sexual innuendos

Summary: based on the tik tok audio ‘Fellas grab your ladies if you ladies fine’

Bucky had always been the touchy kinda boyfriend, and you loved that. You loved all the cuddles, or when he would pull you into his lap on the couch because sitting next to you just wasn’t enough. You loved how he would slap your butt every time he’d pass you in the halls while giving you a quick kiss, or how when you were walking somewhere in the winter, he’d grab your hand and stick both his and yours in his pocket.

It was a Saturday, a day that you and Bucky set aside to be together, just the two of you. Sometimes there were missions, but even then, the day the person on the mission came back, it was spent with each other.

It was 7 in the morning and you had just woken up. You laid there in bliss, taking in your surroundings. You could hear the slight noise of birds chirping, and see the sunlight glistening into the room, not bright enough to wake anyone up thanks to the curtains, the smell from down the hall of someone making pancakes, but best of all, the weight of Bucky’s arm slung around your waist. You flipped over so your head could snuggle into his chest. Taking in the smell of your boyfriend always made you relaxed, to you he smelled like old newspapers or books, mixed with cinnamon and apples. Whenever he was away on a mission you’d wear one of his shirts to help you fall asleep, it engulfed you in the smell of him and made you feel safe.

Turning over inevitably stirred Bucky awake. He made his grip on your waist tighter and snuggled further into you, “mmm, doll, too early, go back to sleep.” You chuckled and kissed his forehead, “mornin baby, don’t worry, I’m not goin anywhere except here, I’m enjoying my morning snuggles.” You both laid there for a while, until you had to get up to pee. “Jamie…baby, I gotta go to the bathroom” you whined, you had tried getting up but his grip wouldn’t let you leave. “Ughhhh fine, but you better come right back and then I get to be the little spoon.” “Alright love, it’s a deal.” You kissed his nose and quickly ran to use the bathroom.

You stayed spooning Bucky until the clock hit 9 and Bucky’s super soldier appetite won. You had heard it grumble really loudly so you knew he was super hungry by now. “Jamie, come on, I know you’re hungry, let’s go get breakfast and then we can do something together, alright?” “Sounds good doll…” Bucky looked at you sheepishly as he shyly asked, “doll, do you think we could…make French toast for breakfast? I saw it on the food network and it looked really good.” You smiled, “of course my love, we can make whatever you want.”

You stuck to your word and helped Bucky make French toast with strawberries, syrup and a little powdered sugar on top. You also made some eggs with bacon to go with it because you knew how much your boyfriend could eat. Bucky absolutely loved it, and thanked you for it with a few kisses.

After breakfast you both decided to just relax together, Bucky choose to read his book, you did the same. You both were laying on your bed, you sitting, and Bucky laying down in your lap. After a while Bucky got bored and started messing around, wanting attention from you. Once you came to a nice stopping point, you set your book to the side and payed attention to your boyfriend. “Yes Jamie, you wanted my attention?” He smiled, “can I hold you please?” You felt a pang of love hit you, he was so adorable, “of course Jamie, always.” Bucky sat up and moved you to his lap, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Mmm this is nice Jamie, I love ya.” “Love you too doll, so much.”

After a few changes in position, such as Bucky moving to lay down, holding you on top of him, then a little later you flipping over so you could look up at him, you guys decided to go be social with the team for a little. Heading out to the living room, you passed Steve who started walking with you both. “Hey Buck, hey Y/N, how’s it going?” “Pretty good, been having our lazy day today, decided it’s time for lunch and to be social for a little.” You nodded along with what Bucky was saying and you three walked out to the living room. Peter was there with Wanda, both sharing stuff on tik tok. Nat was watching some animal documentary with Clint and Sam, Tony and Bruce were still down in their lab.

Steve went to see what documentary it was, while you walked over to Wanda and Peter, Bucky training behind you. You sat down and made grabby hands for Bucky to come sit in your lap. Bucky climbed on, and hugged you like a koala, it definitely looked odd to any outsider, since Bucky was so huge and scary but was really a softie, especially when it came to you and cuddling.

“Hey Y/N, hey Mr. Bucky!” Peter was his usual self, all happy and like an excited puppy. “Hey Peter, how’s it going? You’re on summer break right?” Peter nodded, “yup! So Mr. Stark said I get to spend as much time as I want here since aunt may has work most days!” You smiled at his enthusiasm. As much as Bucky made others think he didn’t like the spiderling, Bucky really did care for him, and all children. “So whatcha watching on the phone thingy kid?” Bucky was still working on catching up with pop culture, but you, Peter and Sam were all very helpful.

“It’s this app called Tik Tok, people basically make videos to music and dance, show their pets or do something funny, then other people can watch it and comment on it and show that they like it!” Bucky nodded along, being interested by this ‘tik tok.’ “That sounds cool actually, can I see one kid?” Peter showed Bucky his phone with one of his favorite videos. “Awww, that little cat is so cute,” you commented to Peter and Bucky. “Aren’t they! And here’s one of someone dancing to a song from your time Mr Bucky!” Bucky watched, enthralled that music from his time was getting shown to people in this generation. “They did it wrong, it’s supposed to be left, left, right spin not left, spin, right, left! Here like this,” Bucky got up and did the dance for you guys, you looked at your boyfriend dancing with adoration, you loved when his 40s self shined through. Bucky then grabbed your hand and got you off the couch. He swung you around, and led you through the dance. Little did you both realize, Peter had started recording you guys so he could post it as a tik tok.

After finishing the dance you guys sat back down, a little out of breath, but smiling and laughing. “That was amazing you guys! Do you mind if I post the video I got of you guys dancing?” Bucky nodded and responded, “go ahead kid, just be sure it got my good side.” You guys continued to watch the videos on Peter’s phone. Peter then had an idea….. “hey….Y/N…Mr Bucky, do you guys want to do another tik tok, there’s this couples challenge thing I want to do but MJ refuses to do it with me.” You smiled, and so did Bucky, anything that involved a couples thing you were both into, couples trivia, couples yoga…anything. “Let’s do it Pete!”

“Alright, I’m gonna show Y/N what it’s supposed to look like then you both will stand there and make sure you listen to the song and what it’s saying, that’s all.” You both nodded, it sounded easy enough. Peter took you off to the side and our headphones in where Bucky couldn’t hear and showed you the couples videos where it played the audio ‘fellas grab your ladies if your ladies fineee’ and then some boyfriends picked their girls up, others were oblivious to what was happening. “Ohhhh this is gonna be amazing,” you laughed and moved back over to your boyfriend.

Peter set up to phone and pressed record, giving you both a thumbs up. Bucky was confused and listening to the song, ‘fellas grab your ladies if your ladies finneee.’ Bucky immediately smiled and grabbed your boob and gave it a squeeze, acting as if it was normal. (Like this TikTok) You bust out laughing as Peter hit end, he was laughing as well, not expecting Bucky to react like that. Bucky just stood there smirking like he did nothing wrong.

A few days later you and Bucky were in the living room, the news playing in the background of your reading. “And the TikTok of avengers Bucky barnes, or White wolf and Y/N L/N or (your superhero name) has gone viral, taking over the internet.” You and Bucky both had looked up by this point to see your video of the fellas grab your ladies song playing on the news. “Well I guess we’re TikTok stars now huh doll?” “Guess we are Jamie. Ooh! We should make a couples account and make some more!” Bucky’s face lit up, “can we?!!!?” You nodded and pulled your phone out and downloaded the app. Peter had created a new power couple to take over the internet.

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Chrysanthemum (Lawrence Oleander Fanfic)

Animals have never liked Lawrence. Except this one.

CW: Animal illness, Cat Death, Animal Death.

Lawrence didn’t know what he was doing. He sat with a finger under the creature's chin, reflexively attempting to soothe it.

It wasn’t like he had never run into sickly, dying creatures before. They never stirred much emotion in him, it was simply how life was.

So why was it that this one was so different? Walking home from work in the rain, clutching his umbrella in his grip, eyes straight ahead. Hearing a rustle, then a small “meow”.

He stopped to look down at the raggedy creature. It could easily have been mistaken for an abandoned plushie, missing patches of fur, wobbling towards him, looking at him, fleas jumping from its ears. It was skinny, scrabbling against the wet concrete towards him. He could have kept going, ignoring it.

But animals never liked him, much less sought him out… Was this pathetic creature so desperate to live it would approach him, crying so loudly. It had intrigued him. He had bent over, scooping the thing up in one hand and stuffing it half-hazardly into his hoodie.

There was a convenience store near his apartment, and he knew they carried some stuff for cats there. He ignored the people staring at him and his meowing hoodie as he shoved several cans of cat food and a bag of litter into his spare arm, slapping a fresh 20 dollar bill onto the counter as soon as the items were scanned and accounted for, then walking out as quickly as he could without grabbing his change.

And now it was in his apartment. He had dumped out an old box full of garden tools and layed down a few newspapers inside it. Digging an empty TV Dinner tray from his trash can, he cleaned it as best he could and filled it with food and water. His hands were shaking the entire time, watching the creature stare at the surrounding room.

“... It’s not much but-” he stopped himself. Why was he bothering to talk to it? It couldn’t understand him, it was just desperate to survive. And once it was feeling better, it would reject him. He could let it back outside or drop it off at a shelter. Let it find a family who would love it, care for it, give it the life it deserved.

Its face was covered in food, and he felt the fleas jumping from its fur onto his skin. Their bites itched. Lawrence fumbled with his phone, looking up if there was any treatment for fleas. Just a bath, with dish soap. He narrowed his eyes, images of animals, drowned and soaked in oil, being cleaned and made healthy again with a few squirts of dish soap.

Dish soap. It was kind of funny, the idea of using the same thing to clean a filth ridden creature you would to wash old spaghetti sauce off a plate. Though, he’d really prefer to use something more natural if he could… Plants that could repel fleas, his next search yielded some results about rosemary.

It was asleep now, its entire belly rising and falling with each breath. It was so… fragile. He suddenly felt scared.

He was so big compared to it, he could end it’s life so easily. He glanced around the plants in his apartment. How many of them would prove fatal if this creature decided to take a nibble? It sent a hot rush up his face, making him sweat, begin to panic.

… But he wouldn’t have it that long. He was just helping it get its health back. There was no need to throw out and toss his plants, ID them in a frenzy to see if they’d be toxic. He calmed himself down, taking a few deep breaths.

He needed to go to bed. Even if he had the next day off, he was tired, he could feel how sluggish his body had become. The fog of exhaustion was thick around his brain, making his head feel heavy. He stood back up, taking a couple steps back from the box.

He’d feed it again in the morning, and see if it was up for that bath. He stripped himself of his shirt, and got into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, listening closely. He could hear its breaths rumbling in its chest, each exhale passing through its nostrils like a small gust of wind.

He found himself lifting himself up several times, even as sleep beckoned him, to look back at it. Make sure it was still there.

Usually when he had this much trouble falling asleep he’d mix himself up a tea that would have him asleep before he could even finish the 4th sip. He abstained from that though, reasoning that he could easily react differently or mix it wrong and end up asleep for days. He couldn't let that happen right now.

Eventually though, he was asleep. He was in the woods, just sitting among the trees. He stared through the leaves, admiring how crystal clear sunlight turned into a dancing emerald green through the leaves. He held the creature close to him, in his lap, stroking it along its back. No more fleas, no more dirt, he smiled down at it with affection he wasn’t used to feeling.

He stared down at it, now observing it closely. Its mouth curled, it almost seemed like a permanent smile, its whiskers twitching as it purred. He watched its claws sheath and unsheath as it began to knead into his leg, not unlike how someone may work a ball of dough.

“Such a strange little animal…” he mused out loud. It was soft though, much softer than even the leaf of a lamb's ear plant. Its eyes were a muted shade of green that reminded him of the underside of pine needles, and its fur was mottled, faded orange and brown on top of white.

He’d need to look up what that coat pattern was called when he was awake… When he was awake.

The lack of sunlight filtering into his apartment was what awoke him. As well as something else. Silence. Silence that usually filled him with comfort, knowing no one else was around, that this space was his own.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, standing up slowly from bed. He glanced at the box. Yes, it was still there. No relief came from knowing it was still here though.

Lawrence sat in front of the box yet again, reaching out to run a hand through its scraggly fur. Cold. Its chest no longer moved, and as he stroked, it moved limply, no resistance of living muscles met his fingers.

Lawrence hunched his shoulders in on himself, gritting his teeth. Gone. It was gone. It had left him as suddenly as it had come to him.

He’d been so obsessed with helping it, making it better… He hadn’t even considered that it could die. Perhaps it was his fault? Should he have brought it to the shelter as soon as he saw it?

He stood up and began pacing, running his hands through his hair, pulling on it. Frustration brewed inside him until he was ready to pop. He grabbed an old bottle, filled with the remains of a previous blend, and launched it as hard as he could at the wall.

It made a cracking noise, the liquid darkening the paint of the walls, running down it. Running water, like the river. Little rivulets that eventually pooled onto the floor.

The violent action did nothing to make him feel better though, he just sat back down, staring back down at the body that was now in his apartment. No more fleas jumping, instead there was a spattering of dead ones around it. He let out a harsh bark of laughter. Well at least that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. He immediately felt sick with himself for thinking in such a way though.

Lawrence buried his face into his hands, now sighing deeply. He’d take it to the forest, and bury it there. Bury it with the other animals, among the trees, where it belonged. He really didn’t want to though. He wanted to stay there and sit next to it, enjoying the last bits of companionship it could offer like this.

He had no idea how long he sat there, head in his hands. His mind was wandering, but each thought was washed away by the next like the tide washing away drawings in the sand. Nothing stuck for long. When things got like this… All he wanted to do was to go to the river. Stare at the expanse of water, let it drip from his hands, let it soak his skin…

“Meow…..” He flinched, stopping. His mind couldn’t be playing tricks on him like this, not now… He hadn’t taken anything. Was he asleep again?

He listened to small taps on the floor, the gentle click of claws. Pressure on his thigh. He opened his eyes, staring into those evergreen eyes. They shined bright, staring at him. Its head was tilted, as if to ask “what’s wrong?”.

Lawrence couldn’t form any thoughts at all. He could only stare at what had once been a limping, shaking, sickly creature.

It hadn’t been breathing, it had been dead, it…

“Did you…. See the river?” They wouldn’t be able to understand him. He carefully wrapped his hands around their stomach. He leaned in, inhaling the scent on its fur. Dirt, Trash, Cat food… and a sort of musty water. The kiss the River always left behind for a short while. The kiss he’d experienced so many times.

A paw reached up, batting at a stray strand of his hair. It tickled, and Lawrence let out a small giggle, holding them out and giving them a once over.

“... You’re really a strange little cat, aren’t you?” He asked her, holding her close to his face again. Her fur was not soft at all, not like his dream. She’d still need a bath, and a brush, and some care.

But she still wanted him… She still accepted him. His giggling grew now, until he was letting out an uncharacteristically booming laugh, falling backwards to lay on the floor, holding her close.

There was no longer only the ceiling staring back at him now. Those green eyes were peering down at him, stepping all over him, wherever she pleased.

“...Chrysanthemum.” he said, his voice held the finality of a decision he was unaware he was making. “I’m gonna call you, Chrysanthemum.”

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saratoga trunk.

dialogue prompts from saratoga trunk by edna ferber.

newspaper reporters die young or quit their jobs.

i can give you a real story.

i've got nothing to lose now. i'm coming clean.

what can death do to you that life hasn't done to you already?

if it makes you feel better to believe that, go ahead and believe it.

you have dignity enough for all of us.

i honestly can't say i regret a thing i've done.

you are so cynical for one so young.

they say this house is haunted.

it's very chic to be haunted.

we'll go wherever there's money and fun.

i only came here to show them they can't frighten me.

what do you think i am, a magician?

i shall be what it suits me to be.

life is something you must take by the tail, or it runs away from you.

i have a mind to slap you right here.

i had you wrong.

what kind of a game is this, anyway?

i sure never met anybody like you before.

if you'll let me talk to you, i can explain.

you're not bad. you're only mad at the world.

you're like a person in a storybook.

the west is wild, and don't you forget it.

i was taught that emotion is weakness.

in a way, we are two of a kind.

they thought that i didn't hear, or didn't understand.

that's called hush money, where i come from.

there isn't anyone like me.

whiskey is not a drink, it's a medicine.

i love you because you love her.

are you trying to tease me?

i wouldn't change a hair of your head.

you wouldn't be as cold-blooded as that, would you?

you little hellcat, you.

you make things come alive.

i've made up my mind, i shall not be sentimental about anything.

i never would just open a door and walk through. i had to bust it down for the hell of it.

it's too late and too hot.

you know a great deal, for one so young.

i know things without learning them, like a witch.

i am going to have a fine time, and i am going to fool the world.

bad luck? bad judgment. good luck? good judgment.

all my life i read about you, and here you are: a melodrama come to life.

it doesn't mean anything. just tears.

i thought i was used to being alone.

no one could come within a mile of you in looks and style.

looks like we're neighbors.

when i'm ill i complain, and when i'm angry i shout, and when i'm happy, i laugh. it's simple.

stop scowling like a cross little boy.

you don't have to be like them. you only have to be cleverer than they are.

i could go for days now without rest or sleep.

don't put words in my mouth i never said.

i just like to hear you talk. i don't care what you say.

let's be young again. just for now.

you used to tell me everything. what are you keeping from me?

everybody can leave me. i don't need anyone.

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dreamsandstars24 · 2 months

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Lawyered up - Chapter 1

Hiyooo, this is my first try at writing a fanfiction.

Well, writing it here, because in Wattpad I have 7.6k readers. Yes, this is me showing off because even though it's fanfiction, it takes a lot of work.

Sooooo, some inside into this:

It says chapter 1 because I will be posting more, obviously.

My first language is not English, so you'll have to be patient and kindly let me know if there is any mistake so I can fix it.

This is not a Hotch x Female MC. Even though I love daddy Hotch, I just never imagined him as the sexy daddy version, more like the dad-daddy version. Yeah.

I am busy like crazy with University and a job, so posts may be slow.

I really hope you enjoy this.

Anyway, enjoy.

I'm never drinking coffee again.

I'm banning coffee from my life, I will never drink it again and somebody should slap me if I ever drink coffee again. Please and thank you.

And even better, I will never drink coffee again before one of the most important final-stage interviews of my life. That should probably be something they ask at coffee shops, "Do you have any life altering things that will happen today?" and if you say yes, then you are not allowed to buy coffee.

Is not that I have something against coffee, God forbid, but I just get extremely hyper when I have coffee and based on what Professor Sukhan has said, I'm already hyper enough as it is.

So, why did I drink coffee today? Because I thought that staying up until two AM reading the longest, toe curling, smuttiest fanfiction ever was a good way to spend my time. Was it worth it? Yes it was, but that doesn't mean I don't regret it now that I'm shaking like a freaking chihuahua.

"Deep breaths, Liliana. And keep your hands under your legs." Professor Sukhan whispers softly, his eyes on his newspaper but I know he is anxious too. He is risking his professionalism creating this opportunity for me, and I really hope he doesn't regrets it.

It wasn't easy to make it, but I did it. I managed to get into the final stage of interviews in the FBI, and to be more specific, in the BAU.

I studied near death to graduate from law school, and I really really really want to get this job/internship. It took Professor Sukhan months to prove that allowing me to have an internship would be really beneficial for both the bureau and for me, sometimes I feel he sold my abilities for more of what they actually are but I know I will do my best to ensure I surpass expectations.

Hopefully.

"Liliana Madrigal." My eyes shoot up and find the blue eyed man that is staring at me. "We are ready for you." He is white.

Not that him being white is bad, is actually good, unless he is racist which would really hinder my process and my ability to maintain the facade of being a nice, obedient and sweet girl and--

"Liliana, please go and behave." Professor Sukhan mumbles bringing me out of my stupor. This is why he came, because he knew I was going to be so nervous this would be chaotic.

I clear my throat and stand up, nodding to the professor and making my way to the man who is now looking at his phone with a frown. When he realizes that I am standing right in front of him, he turns around and walks me through the doors where my future self may be walking.

I look around when the door closes behind me and barely have time to register the chaos this place is when the blue eye man mumbles "Keep up" and practically sprints down the hallway.

Swallowing down my fear, I run after him.

Freaking tall people think my little legs can keep up with them. I can barely reach the shower head and I'm expected to run after this tall guy and--

"Here. Go inside, sit down, and wait until they come."

I frown while my feet stop. "They who is-?" He ignores me, turns around and leaves.

Well, so much for being nice.

I stare at the black door and decide that they will not bring me to meet a serial killer in my last interview, I think. I hope.

Right?

"Okay Liliana, those who don't risk, don't win." I nod and take a deep breath, "You can do it. Please don't let it be a serial killer and please don't let me do anything stupid, amen." And I open the door.

A normal looking office says hello to me.

My eyes blink rapidly as a relieved laugh escapes my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting but an office that looks like the office of my psychology professor was not it. But this is good, this is nice, this is acceptable-

"Are you going inside or are you coming outside?" The deep voice behind me says and my soul goes to heaven to meet with its creator because I just died. Thank you and goodbye.

I turn around and find two men looking at me. The first man, I immediately recognized like Jason Gideon because he went to my criminology class and his lecture gave me nightmares, but the second man who is staring at me undisturbed has never been seen by my eyes. He is handsome, he is grace, he is mister United States-

"Pardon me?" I mumble because I just saw his lips move but I didn't hear a thing. He blinks.

"I asked if you are the girl I am supposed to be interviewing." He repeats calmly. His voice could narrate an audio book where he tells me how he is going to kill me in the most gruesome way and I would hundred percent say thank you.

"I certainly hope so because I was just dumped here with barely any instruction." Gideon smiles a little at that and a part of my soul rejoices because I just made Jason Gideon smile.

"What's your name?" He asks, and his voice is a soft baritone that has me feeling cozy inside.

"Liliana Madrigal, a pleasure." My hand stretches out; once again, I'm too late to realize my actions because I forgot my hands were shaking which is obvious now. Both men stare at my hand and then Gideon shakes it and lets go.

"I'm Jason Gideon and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, we are on the behavioral analysis unit and we will be directing your interview." I nod and nod again and both stare at me. Agent Gideon gives me another soft smile. "We should go in the office."

"Oh! Of course, come in. Make yourself at home." I step to the side allowing them both to come in and then I notice the name at the door.

Aaron Hotchner. I just gave him permission to go into his own office. Amazing.

"Miss Madrigal, will you come in and close the door behind you please?" Agent Hotchner asks. I follow the orders and then walk to the chair in front of his desk. He is sitting on the chair while Gideon leans on the wall beside the window.

My hands fidget on my lap and then I remember how I'm supposed to keep them under my legs and take a deep breath. I do that and count to ten while the men look at what I'm assuming is my file.

"Miss Madrigal, your file says that you graduated at fourteen from high school." Agent Hotchner mumbles, scanning the page with his eyes.

"Yes, sir." He looks at me and the way his eyes are so dark make me very nervous.

"Is there any reason as to why that happened? Because your IQ is slightly elevated but not that much." I nod and then consider what to say.

They may notice the confusion on my face because Gideon speaks. "Just tell us the truth without sugar coating it."

Well, if he says so.

"I was bored, sir." They both stare at me.

"Bored?" Agent Hotchner repeats, I nod again. "Could you elaborate?"

I take a deep breath. "I didn't want to spend more time in school than necessary so I forced myself to graduate faster to study what I really wanted to study."

"Which was criminal law," Gideon says, my head shakes.

"No sir, I wanted to become a taxidermist." Both men stare at me and I can tell I managed to surprise them.

"Why didn't you then?" Agent Hotchner asks.

I shrug, "My mother said that if I became a taxidermist, I would sleep with the carcasses and see how that suited me." With secret joy, I notice how the corner of agent Hotchner's mouth twitches upwards.

I MADE HIM SMILE!

"So you didn't become a taxidermist, and decided to study law, correct?"

"With some little disruption to my plans, but yes sir." Agent Hotchner moves his hand in a rolling motion and I understand he is asking me to expand. "After the fiasco with taxidermy, I decided to explore my passions in the business world."

"You studied business, then?" Gideon mumbles, reading through my file.

"No, sir. I became a runner for a local gang in my neighbourhood." I think I actually managed to surprise them this time.

Both look at my file, their silence making me more nervous. Did I just messed up? Did a hot nice cup of coffee messed up the opportunity of a lifetime? Did I just ended my career choice?

"Why not a courthouse? You could have made a fine prosecutor with your grades and the success of your practicum." Gideon points out, I shake my head no.

"I thought about it and did two weeks as an assistant for a prosecutor and I am positive about not choosing prosecution."

"What about defense? You could have been good at that."

"I'm not fond of lying."

"So why the FBI? In this job, you need to keep a lot of secrets and maintain a low profile." I press my lips together considering what I have to say.

Two choices in here: Either lick their boots or be honest.

"As I was looking for career choices, I realized that the BAU gets sued continuously over every procedure that they endure-"

"How did you got that information?" Agent Hotchner asks, serious.

"One of my teachers worked as a legal advisor and one of the people that came to her was a lawyer who was helping someone sue the BAU for incorrect management of a case. Anyway, I kept my ears open and realized that this team is the one that gets sued the most and that caught my attention so I started researching why and I reached a conclusion," My hands intertwine as I smile at them. "And the conclusion was that in order for this team to be getting sued so often, then it may be doing something right."

Agent Hotchner closes my file and leans back in his chair, the look of calm suits him and then he turns to Gideon and a whole conversation takes place without them even talking. This is crazy.

While they have their strange staring contest, I think about the possibility of accepting the CIA offer. It came as a surprise, to be honest, but the terms are good; professor Sukhan would be a little dissapointed because the original plan has alway been the FBI but I don't think he'll mind that much.

I mean, is either CIA or going back to being a Runner and I think which option is better for my criminal record.

"You start on Monday." Agent Hotchner speaks and I nod.

"What time?"

"I need you here at five AM. We'll go over some information and I'll show you your office, if we have the time, I'll introduce you to the team." I nod and get up when he does. His hand stretches towards me and I shake it firmly. "Welcome to the team." I smile at him and then turn to Gideon, we shake hands and I take a deep breath because my hand is shaking more now.

"Welcome, Agent Madrigal." He murmurs warmly, I nod at him.

"Thank you, I will do my best." I walk to the door with them behind me and I know they are walking me to where professor Sukhan is. When we reach the door, I turn to them and smile. "Thank you, again." They both nod and I cross the doors, noticing how professor Sukhan stands up and stares at me.

We both stare at each other and he smiles when tears pool in my eyes.

"You did it." He mumbles coming closer.

"I start on Monday at five AM." He laughs, wrapping me in his arms which makes me sob.

"Are you crying?" He laughs, rocking me back and forth.

"I just don't want to wake up at five AM every morning." I sob in his shoulder. He laughs and pulls me closer.

"You did it," He whispers, patting my head. "I knew you would."

***

Hotch felt himself smile when he realized how the girl he had just hired was crying while holding the Hindi man. He wasn't sure what the relationship was, but he knew that the man had sold the girl at such a high price it tempted the bureau to meet her in person. And he wasn't disappointed.

Even though her psych results tilted her towards OCD regarding her job, and her getting obsessed in some cases, her results were so good he had to double-check every case she had participated in because she was practically a genius when giving criminal charges.

Eighteen charges, she had given eighteen charges to a child abuser and Hotch had been so surprised because he hadn't even thought about those charges. She was a genius, and she was merciless in court. That's why seeing the clumsy girl surprised him because she showed a completely different side of herself.

"Seems like we got another girl to babysit." Morgan rumbled beside him, slurping his coffee while staring at the girl with a smirk. Hotch hummed agreeing. "You think she'll give us a run for our money?"

"She is smart," Gideon mumbled, "she'll be okay."

With a smile, Hotch saw how the girl now had the man in a choke hold while she jumped excited. It was adorable.

"She'll fit right in." He whispered softly.

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