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w0rmm1lk · 4 months

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I saw that you were receiving requests and I was wondering if you could write a Bakugou x male reader angst (both adults and married if possible, but it doesn't necessarily have to be.) where they There's an argument and the reader leaves the house at night and comes back just a week later (because Bakugou said some bad things. I don't think he would do that but I love angst where the character almost literally has to kneel down and ask the reader for forgiveness 😭😭😭) I'm sorry if it's too detailed and forgive my English, I'm Brazilian and I'm using Google Translate ☠️... (oh! and with a happy ending please🥺)

Yayyy first request hehe

Summary: reader and bakugo got into a small argument about bakugo not being home enough due to his hero work, bakugo being himself the argument escalated into something worse.

reader: Male

other details: Hero!Bakugo, Readers job not mentioned (can be read as hero reader or other). It is mentioned that reader has a sibling but details about them are not specified.

warnings: angst-(fluff at end), swearing(its bakugo what did you expect) implied married reader and bakugo but not mentioned. Kinda ooc but I tried my best 🥲

You and bakugo had been together for quite some time. You first started the relationship when he was in his second year at UA, but you had known eachother since middle school. So of course you knew eachother very well, and were very close. Or well, as close as you can be with bakugo.

when you first got together he had been quite distant, but you understood. He wasn’t use to this kind of thing, yet it didn’t take him long to adjust. Long story short after he graduated you both ended up moving in together.

you had quickly gotten use to how much bakugo worked. He was so desperate to be the No.1 hero, and of course as his boyfriend/husband you supported him in that. Yet, sometimes you felt that he was more focused on that than you. He was rarely ever home leaving you to do most of the house work, including the laundry, dishes, buying groceries, ect. at first it wasn’t anything to worry about, you were mostly okay with it since you got to stay home most of the time, but sometimes it would get lonley. It was weird… you had been in a relationship for so long and even lived with him yet the house felt so empty and devoid of life. You thought that it was maybe a good idea to bring this up with bakugo. He would understand…right?

You ended up needing to stay up quite late that night waiting for him to return. He always worked overtime just to get his rank higher. He was already in the top ten… why did he worry so much…?

you felt a small jolt of surprise when you heard the front door unlock, sitting up you looked over to see bakugo. Despite being right there he didn’t seem to notice you.

“Katsuki..? Can we talk real quick?” You spoke, trying to seem calm. Despite this your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like some part of you was screaming to not bring up the issues. “Hm? Oh, you’re still awake.” He replied.. yet it seemed quite delayed.

“ah- yeah… but we need to talk.” He looked over with an annoyed expression. “Not right now.” His reply… shocked you to say the least. “Katsuki. It’s important. It’ll be quick I just need to—“ he cut you off with an annoyed sigh. “I said not right now Y/N.”

“This can’t really wait for later—“ he glared. “Do you not get what *not right now* means?” He raised his voice slightly as he spoke, his eyes piercing into your softer gaze. “It’ll be quick—! I swear.” You spoke, hoping that he would take a moment to sit down and hear you out.

he rolled his eyes tilting his head back letting out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” I felt a bit of relief as he accepted. I waited a moment as he sat down on the couch beside me. “The hell do you want? It’s so goddamn late.” Despite him agreeing to speak it was clear how much he didn’t want to.

“i… I was thinking, could you maybe… try spending a bit more time at home…? I know how important your hero work is to you- and I don’t want to stop you from reaching your goal but… we haven’t really spent much time together in the last few months, and— I guess I’ve been kinda lonley…?”

he stared at you, his gaze not breaking for even a second as he spoke. You looked back as you finished, expecting him to understand, but instead you were met with a rather… interesting, expression.

his expression gave off the kinda mood of *are you being serious?*

“that’s what this was about? This is what was so fucking important you just had to talk about it right now?”

what he said… it almost hurt slightly. “What…? What do you mean? I think this is something that’s pretty important.” He rolled his eyes at your response. “Tch, I get how needy you are but I can’t just throw away all my work just for you.”

“what-? I- that’s not what I’m saying-! You’re only ever home at night after I’m asleep and you’re gone once I wake up! I’m not being needy! And asking to see you at least once everyday while living in the same house is not being needy!”

his expression made it clear he was pissed off. “Do you not realise how important my work is? How important it is for me to become no.1? Or does it all not matter to you?!” You stare at him in slight shock, it was weird how much he was misunderstanding the situation.

“that’s not what I mean! I just want to spend more time with you-! If I’m going to be stuck at home all day I at least want to see someone-! Especially you!”

“I can’t just throw away my work to spend my whole day with you! My life doesn’t revolve around you!” He stood up looking down at you.

“Katsuki! That’s not what I mean-! You—“ He cut you off. “If you think I can put everything aside just for you then— you’re mistaken.” There was an awkward silence in the room for just a moment. “You should just go.” You stared at him, your eyes locked onto eachother. “What…?” “Tch— I said you should go-!”

“Katsuki— what are you talking about?!”

“…. You know damn well what I mean.”

the silence started again lasting for a good twenty seconds. You could feel the tears building up yet not spilling. “Fine.” You stood up grabbing your phone and keys walking out the door. You didn’t know what to do but just listen.

you looked at your phone for just a moment before texting your sibling, you didn’t really have anywhere to stay so you hoped they would let you crash at their place for a bit. You stare at the small screen… it was late so you could only hope they were still awake to reply. The amount of relief you felt when your screen lit up and a small notification read

..”sure.”

the next few days passed by so painfully slow. You stared at your phone most the time just hoping to see a notification from Bakugo, some sort of apology, or just a check up. nothing.

it didn’t help that he was quite a popular hero, you couldn’t even watch the news without seeing him.

after a full week past without anything from him, you realise that this was most likley an end to your relationship. All these years thrown away simply because you couldn’t handle not being near him.

you picked up your phone hesitating before sending bakugo a simple message.

“im coming over to grab my stuff. Be there in 20.”

you looked as the message sent, of course he left you on read.

despite it only being a 20 minutes drive, it felt like hours. Your mind was racing, you were nervous, scared to see him. As you walked to the front door you hesitated standing there for a good 30 seconds before finally knocking.

your heart was beating fast as the front door opened. “…come in.” He spoke. He looked more tired than ever, if anything it was a surprise he was even home. You simply nodded, stepping inside. The house looked like shit. You weren’t thinking that to be rude, it genuine looked like bakugo wasn’t doing anything to take care of it.

“y/n i—“ he was cut off staring at you, as you gave him the same glare he sent you a week ago. He averted his eyes like he was holding back tears. “Please— let’s… let’s talk about this….?”

“…what is there to talk about. You made it clear how you feel.”

“i— I had some time to think… a… a lot of time and— i- im… Tch— im fucking sorry okay?!”

you continued to stare at him, though the apology was genuine, you were scared to accept. You didn’t want things to just go back to how they were before.

“please y/n i— I didn’t realise how much I need you.. you’re so god damn important to me… i… took you for granted.”

you stayed silent staring at him. It’s not that you were being rude, you simply didn’t know what to say. You could see the desperation in his eyes but didn’t expect him to start tearing up.

“Y/n… please don’t leave me-! I.. I need you… please…” you watched as he grasped your hands tears pouring down his face as he struggled to even breath.

“im sorry for everything I said I— I had so much time to think and… I didn’t have my priorities straight! So please let’s just… let’s talk over this okay…?”

without a word you lifted a hand up wiping the tears from bakugos eyes before resting a hand on his cheek. “You’ll do better this time right…? It won’t just go back to how it was before…?”

you could see a spark in his eyes now that you finally answered. “I promise-! I— it won’t happen again just— please— don’t leave me…”

you let out a soft sigh. “I won’t leave you. And… I forgive you.” You heald onto his hands gently for just a moment before he pulled you in holding you close.

“i… don’t know how I ever took a man like you for granted.”

(end)

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mizu-nights · 5 months

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# another language

★ — chars ; toya , akito , rui

★ — notes ; HELLO NAGULAT AKO NUNG NAKITA KO TO FHDHFHFFH di ko na-expect na makakatanggap ako ng tagalog req... hindi ako masyadong magaling mag tagalog (native language ko...) PERO hopefully maiintindihan mo ito huhu ... also yes ofc feel free to ask any questions u want! (just not personal ones obv)

★ — notes (2) ; i had a fun time writing this, but i'm rlly rlly nervous abt posting it (╥﹏╥) if i accidentally made a mistake in a few parts, pls don't be harsh with me!

★ — notes (3) ; fem!reader implied for akito , otherwise none!

★ — languages used (keep in mind i used google translate for some + my tagalog isn't good) ; tagalog , italian , korean

★ — shout out to my bbg for helping out with akito's part (she doesn't follow this blog and i hope it stays that way)

★ — requested by ; anon

★ aoyagi toya — tagalog :

oh, he's so confused. of course he knows that you're speaking in another language, yet he doesn't know what you're saying...

so, naturally, he wonders what you're talking about when he accidentally overhears you in a call with your friend one day.

"ang pogi si toya... like jusko sobrang sweet niya sakin baka magka diabetes ako." (rough tl: toya is so handsome... like oh my god he's so sweet to me i might get diabetes.)

... he understood about... 3 words—'toya', 'sweet' and 'diabetes'. and now he's extra puzzled.

toya asked you about it the next day since he doesn't want any misunderstandings between the both of you. which led to you becoming a rather shy mess while explaining what you were talking about.

"oh... i see."

despite the dry response, you could see toya's face lightening up once he realized that you were actually gushing about him, just in a language that he didn't understand.

he definitely researched some cute endearments that night, so don't be surprised if he randomly calls you names like 'mahal' or 'sinta' from now on.

★ shinonome akito — italian:

akito got the idea over time that you were talking affectionately about him in another language, but he would prefer if you admit it yourself. mostly just to tease you, honestly.

with that in mind, he's still a bit surprised when you tell him you love him in another language.

"...ti amo tanto." (rough tl: i love you so much)

"huh?"

"nothing!"

but with how cute and funny his reactions are, how can you stop? his confused look always looks so charming whenever you compliment him.

"sei così carino, sai?" (rough tl: you're so cute, you know?)

"okay, seriously, i don't understand a single thing..."

eventually, he gets tired of your teasing and just translates what you're saying when you're gone. prepare to be surprised with random compliments in your own language by your boyfriend.

"sei la ragazza... più carina che abbia... mai visto..?" (rough tl: you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen)

... even if it could use some work.

★ kamishiro rui — korean :

rui is a sneaky one, so you always make sure to gush about him whenever he's actually away, or if he's asleep.

and in this situation, you thought he was asleep. keyword: thought.

unsurprisingly, it seems like your boyfriend stayed up a bit later tonight to finish an invention. you chuckled softly, finding him endearing as you covered him up with a blanket.

"...너 정말 귀엽다. 잘 자고 있길 바래, 내 사랑." (rough tl: you're so cute. i hope you sleep well, my love.)

rui was actually awake, though. of course, he couldn't understand a thing you said, but that only added to his list of robots to make.

so, weeks passed by after that incident. and something similar happened again, only this time, rui was prepared.

he rested his head on the desk, setting his brand new translator bot nearby to record what you say.

and, to say the least, his experiment did not disappoint! he's never going to let you live this down, either.

just to mess with you a bit, and to let you know he knows about your little secret now, he went up to you the next day, whispering something into your ear.

"내가 귀엽다고 생각해? 네가 더 귀여워." (rough tl: you think i'm cute? you're cuter)

you were so surprised, it's like he took your breath away. you give him a look that basically yells out, 'you know!?' and rui simply nods, with that well-known cat-like smile of his.

#toya aoyagi #toya aoyagi x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #rui kamishiro #rui kamishiro x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #project sekai #pjsk #★ — you are my literature

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tinkerbelle05 · 5 months

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sanjiiii

How Could You?

Characters: Sanji x Fem!reader

Genre: Angst (Requested) Thanks for the req 🧑‍🍳

Summary: You understand that Sanji is a natural flirt and that’s just how he talks. You are fine with that because that’s his personality but one night he took it too far. You give him the silent treatment as you try to understand your feelings but he keeps pestering you so you snap.

Warnings: Arguments, silent treatments, bad ending, google translations, not edited

Translation: Ma Colombe = My Dove

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You sat in the back of the restaurant, watching Sanji move around the place as a waiter now.

Which meant he probably pissed of Zeff again. The way those two fought and carried on, one would’ve thought they would’ve killed each other by now.

While you felt bad for him because you knew how much he loved cooking and despised waitering, it gave you a good chance to admire him. A chance that often doesn't arise, so of course you didn't waste it.

His beautiful smile, the way he effortlessly slid in between tables, the way he’d make people feel comfortable. In some cases, a bit too comfortable for your liking.

There was this woman, black long hair and sharp green eyes that’s been eyeing Sanji ever since he went to her table. It made you feel a sense of pride that Sanji was so sot after but he’d always return to you at the end of the day.

No matter how much he’d sing their praises, or give out charming smiles. He would also come home to you, and he’d never cross that line.

Until he did. Right in front of you, too.

You were practically seething with anger when you saw how she trailed a finger up his forearm and how he didn’t make a move to stop her. How that same finger traveled up to rest on the back of his neck. They didn’t have to say anything to each other, just the way they looked at each other was enough to have you recoil in absolute disgust and betrayal.

Quickly and quietly you left the restaurant and went to your quarters. It was times like these that made you happy you had a separate bedroom from Sanji. Even though it was mostly used as a storage closet for you stuff, you were still able to sleep and move around comfortablely in it.

Because something told you that you’d be in here for a while after what you just saw.

For sometime, you avoided any and all contact with Sanji. Yes, you knew that it was immature but you didn’t care.

Your heart still hurts when you think about to how he looked at the woman, it was almost lustful. You wondered when was the last time Sanji looked at you like that.

There was a knock on your door, as there always were.

“Darling, please open the door,” Sanji began his daily begging. He’s been at this for a few weeks now.

Everyday after his shift ends, Sanji would rush to your door and begged with everything he had to get you to open the door. To get you to talk to him. There are times when the cracks in his voice makes your resolve falter. Makes you want to open the door and hug him tightly.

But you were still hurting. Still annoyed. Still confused. You had some understanding of how Sanji was. How he’ll use his charm and good lucks to get extra tips, to get people to come back for more. And sometimes, that was just how he was as a person.

So you understood perfectly that most of it was a weird mixture of how he normally acts and was an act in of itself to get more money. You understood perfectly.

Didn’t stop it from hurting though. You felt like someone ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it. You felt like you were being unfair to him. You felt like you were being unfair to yourself. You felt like—

You opened the door. He stood there with his hands in his pockets looking down. Upon hearing the door, he lifted his head.

He’d been crying.

Red, puffy eyes stared back at you. He said nothing, his expression in shock. He quickly sobered up.

“Um,” he scratched the back of his head, “Hello.”

You cleared your throat, “Hi.”

You two stood there at a moment, not saying much of anything. Just staring and waiting. Waiting for someone to say something.

“I’m sorry,” Sanji said suddenly. “I….I’m not sure what I did but—“

“Really?” You gave him an unimpressed look, “You truly don’t know what you did? Why I’m mad at you? You haven’t the slightest clue?”

He swallows nervously and avoids your face. His eyes staring into space, you don’t know what’s going on in his mind. You were about close the door, too tired of this bullshit but he blocks it with his foot.

His hands clenched on the doorframe, he’s leaning towards you, nearly towering over you. Normally, that’ll leave you a blushing mess, and maybe that’s what he’s hoping for, but you just glare up at him. Stepping back a little to create space between you two and he falters.

“Just tell me, already! What did I do? What I have done? Please, ma colombe!” He pressed on.

“How can you not know?! How obtuse do you have to be—", you started to yell but he interrupted you.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake just tell me!” He begged you, his voice cracks. From the way that he's standing, you assumed he'll fall to his knees at any moment.

“You and that woman. The one with black hair, how you were talking to her. Touching her, looking at her. It was…disgusting. You didn’t even have the audacity to be shameful about it.”

He looked confused which quickly transformed into a crude mixture of shock and angry. “Your joking, right? Please, tell me that this is some elaborate prank on me because you can’t seriously be mad at that!”

You glared harder at him, “No! It isn’t a joke. The way you acted hurt me, Sanji. I understand that you act like that, but there are certain lines that you don’t cross.”

“What lines are you—”

“You were about to kiss her! You leaned in and then you stopped yourself. Guess you suddenly remembered you had a girlfriend,” you yelled at him, and the tears were starting to spill again but you had to pull it together.

Sanji stared at you for a while, not saying anything. But the look of realization donned on him and he stepped back.

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t think…you saw that,” he fumbled over his words.

You sniffed and looked away from him, you didn't want him to see you crying like this.

“Really? That’s all you have to say?” You questioned him, backing away even more.

He attempt to get closer, you walk backwards until your back is pressed against the wall and you can’t run anymore.

“It didn’t—” he started to say but you stopped him.

“Don’t. Don’t say that you didn’t mean to or that you it was a mistake. I know, I know that you regretted the moment you went close. But….I don’t know. I….I don’t know if I can trust. To not cheat on me. Or have wandering eyes.”

“Ma colombe, I would never. You know all my flirtations are not real. I love you. It’ll always be you, no one else. I swear to you,” he continued to plead with you. He comes closer, until his body pressed against yours and he cups your face so gently. Like your precious jewel to him, he couldn’t afford to break.

But he already broke you.

You looked down instead, you didn’t want to meet his eyes. This was hurting you. This really was. And to say that there was no love between you, would be a lie. But love isn’t enough, not anymore. It can’t fix this. You saw love try to fix your parents’ marriage and that didn’t end well. And you refuse to end up like them.

Your gaze met Sanji’s and you could see the the little hope he had diminished when he saw your expression.

He understood. That is good, it would make this process less painful. He nodded to you and smiled. He kissed you on your lips gently, savoring the taste and feeling one last time. And then he was gone.

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tiredofthehumanlife · 2 months

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Barbie dolls: Mattheo riddle x gn! Muggleborn!reader

Word count: 6.8k-ish

Summary: ooooo so much pain so basically Mattheo’s dad sucks and he finds out that Mattheo has been hanging around losers so he kidnaps them all and hilarity ensues

Warnings: Mattheo has an ed kinda, character death x2, child abuse, rats, blood, possible blood kink, you kill Voldemort, its um its um, brief mentions of possible suicide but like not really, torture, google translate Italian, not fully proofread, vomiting and getting sick mentioned multiple times, dead bodies?, mostly just hurt not much comfort, its okay guys you’re going to love this one don’t worry about it

Mattheo's father had always been rough. If Mattheo misbehaved in any way Voldemort was punishing him before Mattheo could catch up. His father decided what was misbehavior, it was never fair.

When Mattheo was six, his father hadn't given him a meal in two days. Mattheo was hungry. All he could think about was the hunger. Food. Hungry. Food. Hungry. Mattheo couldn't even play, though he was barely allowed to do much of that anyways. So he wandered around the cold mansion. Mattheo reached the kitchen and he realized something; if someone doesn't give you something, what's stopping him from just taking it? Mattheo stared at the pantry door for what felt like hours. He knew there was food behind that door, just a few feet from him. What if his father did this on purpose? What if he found out? What would he do if he caught Mattheo? He felt hungrier knowing food was so close to him. So he snuck into the pantry. Mattheo felt like he was in heaven. Three of the four walls covered in as many foods his little six year old brain could think of. So he feasted. He ate and he ate. He ate until he was full. Mattheo felt so much better even though he knew he was misbehaving. He cleaned up his mess and hid it in the trash, under the trash that was there before. Mattheo ran away and hid in his room, he was so full he fell asleep in his bed. He woke up to his father grabbing him by his arm and dragging him away. He called Mattheo everything he could think of, walking faster on purpose. Mattheo couldn't catch up, stumbling over his feet and sobbing all the while. Voldemort was a million miles past upset. He was dragging Mattheo down the steps to the dungeons. He roughly pulled open the barred door. Mattheo begged his father. He couldn't care less, roughly throwing Mattheo into the cold and wet dungeon. Voldemort told him he would be rotting in the dungeon until he could learn to properly respect his father. Mattheo spent three nights in the dungeon, his pajamas with little fire trucks on the pants getting stained with mud. It was the first time he slept on the floor of the dungeon but it was not the last.

When Mattheo entered Hogwarts, he couldn't eat for the first four days. He felt he didn't have permission. He didn't touch the silverware until another boy his age was giving him the stink eye. Mattheo stared back at the boy. He spoke up, his voice flowing with an Italian accent.

"Are you a cyborg?" Mattheo stared at him. He didn't respond. Mattheo barely understood what the boy meant. Was he trying to make a comment about his looks? Did Mattheo look like a cyborg?

"You don't eat?" The boy continued. Mattheo looked down at the boys plate. He had everything within his reach stacked on his plate. Mattheo compared that to his plate that was entirely bare.

"Are we allowed to?" The boy stared at Mattheo. His face was blank. He seemed to be calculating the meaning behind his words. The boy reached over the table, piling a chicken leg and large serving of mashed potatoes on Mattheo's plate. He grabbed Mattheo spoon, stabbing it into the mashed potatoes.

"Eat. accidenti, alcune persone sono stupide." The boy quickly became Mattheo's friend. Mattheo learned his named was Theodore, though he preferred Theo. Theo supported Mattheo. Which Mattheo never really experienced before. When his father sent Mattheo a letter Theo snatched it out of Mattheo's hands the second he began to cry. Theo first thought Mattheo had been sent hate mail by another student and Theo would have to curse someone but he realized it was written by Mattheo’s father. The more Theo read, the more he began to understand some of Mattheo's behaviors. Mattheo flinched, covering the back of his head, anytime someone moved their hand too fast. He always sat near the back corner of the room. Mattheo was always looking over his shoulder. Especially the first week of first year, are we allowed? It made sense now. Theo understood Mattheo on a new level. Theo' s father wasn't as bad but he knew he wasn't very good either. His mother however, oh his mother. Theo's mother was so caring and gentle. He only ever truly felt loved when he was with her, or with Mattheo but his hugs weren't as warm. Theo assumed all parents were supposed to be like his mother. So he told Mattheo how bad his father really was. Theo told Mattheo all about his mother, how her treatment made him feel. He explained to Mattheo how his father was treating him horrifically.

It was the first time Mattheo realized not all parents lock their children in the dungeon or sling the crucio curse at them. Ever since that day his hatred towards his father grew. At first he was just confused and uncomfortable. It grew into anger. Mattheo started to act out more at Hogwarts. He started fights, he took from the professors, he cheated, he stole from the store in Hogsmede, he made friends with a sixth year who made him try alcohol. After his anger subsided, becoming less of a constant state of being and more of a rash that flared up after every letter from his father, it blossomed into acceptance. Mattheo accepted that his father was abusive. He accepted that he'd probably have a panic attack after every shattered bowl. He accepted that he was a spawn of hatred. He was fine with it. Even if he was a spawn of hatred he knew he was still loved by others. Theo had been there since day one but as they both continued to grow so did their friend group. Mattheo became closer to his cousin, Draco. He met Blaise who was either made the funniest joke that Mattheo would laugh at months later or he would make a joke that sparked everyone to sit in silence and stare at him. He met Lorenzo, if you brought up someone's name he already knew the filthiest rumors and gossip about them. If you needed dirt on someone you should go to him. They all met Pansy. She was an amazing addition. She was hilarious, had great music taste, and she cared for all of them more than all their parents combined. Which was a low bar but she was probably the most caring out of all oof them. Pansy's love spread over all the houses, she seemed to find a friend in every room. Pansy came with something else too.

You.

Pansy had always had other friends, she seemed to be a bit of an extrovert. Anytime the boys saw her in the halls she had a flock of beautiful friends following after her. Pansy and her friends always reminded Mattheo of sirens. Traveling in packs: Pansy never seemed alone with always at least one other person next to her. Sitting on the seaside: Pansy and her friends always sitting together under a tree in the courtyard, in a group around a bench, together at dinner, next to each other in class. Luring sailors to their death: students were always asking someone from Pansy's group out on a date. Pulling a bouquet out and walking away defeated. Deathly beautiful: it seemed anyone who was close with Pansy had to be attractive. Every single person in her group was pretty, every single one hung out with Pansy, but you stood out the most. Not only did you spend the most time with Pansy, Mattheo knew you were the only one of her friends who was way past gorgeous. You were stunning, he couldn't find the words to describe it. Mattheo never spoke to you, matter of fact he never spoke to any of Pansy's friends. It took Mattheo a second to accept that he was totally head over heels for a muggleborn but he quickly realized he was just listening to his father's prejudice.

It wasn't until Blaise and Theo got feed up of Mattheo wistfully sighing when you passed by with Pansy that he finally spoke to you. Both of them dragging him to you and Pansy sitting under a tree. Your eyes were closed, resting your head on Pansy's shoulder. Even asleep you had him blushing. Pansy looked up the three of them when they reached you guys. Blaise and Theo rambling to her while they kept nudging Mattheo. His gaze was glued to your sleeping form as he asked Pansy if you were awake. Your eyes shot open. Mattheo stumbled backwards. He grabbed onto Theo's shoulder as you sat up muttering something about 'just resting your eyes'. You stared up at Mattheo with your pretty eyes and his words died in his throat. It was all downhill from there. His love for you growing the more Pansy dragged you with her. In no time you joined their group too. Pansy saw the eyes you both made at each other, so she sent you two on date thinking it was a hangout with her. Once you both realized you were played, you took a moment. You shrugged, walking off to towards the destination. Mattheo stood there like a buffoon. You turned around and motioned for him to follow you. Next thing you both knew you were the established couple of your friend group.

Loving you was easy, Mattheo didn't have to try. You just breathed near him and he was looking at you with lovesick eyes. Mattheo seemed rough around the edges when you first met him. His plenty of scars and resting bitch face intimidating you. Though you learned plenty of times looks weren't everything so you gave him a shot. He was gentle toward you, he spoke softly and never tugged too hard. You learned everything about him and vice versa. You realized his scars were beautiful even if he didn't agree. Mattheo had amazing friends that loved and cared for him. He spent his time laughing with them wrapped in their warmth. Mattheo had an amazing relationship with a spectacular person. He was happy.

His father couldn't let that happen. In Voldemort’s eyes Mattheo was misbehaving to the maximum. He was a blood traitor, not only was he spending his time with a muggleborn he was dating one. Not to mention these people he was spending his time with. They were just as bad as him, telling him lies, feeding his mind with nonsense, spending time with muggleborn. They were all filth, every one of them.

Mattheo woke up and threw his arm out. He was searching for your warmth, knowing he snuck you into his dorm for snuggles last night. He lifted his head when he didn't feel you. It's not like you could've rolled away, it's a cramped twin sized bed. Mattheo noticed how quiet it was. None of Theo's loud ass music playing at 5 am. Mattheo pullled himself up looking around the dorm with his crusty eyes. The dorm was empty. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he started to inspect his surroundings more. The deep green curtains to Blaise's bed had been ripped down, pooling on the floor with the silver rings bent in odd directions. The bathroom light was still on, the sink running. Mattheo saw Lorenzo's bag and shoes left at the foot of his bed so he wasn't getting a head start in the library. Draco's bed made was unmade. Your pajama pants were still sitting next to Mattheo’s bed. You often kicked them off in the night, getting too hot. Mattheo's breath caught in his lungs. He was lunging for the door in no time, speeding to Pansy's dorm. He threw the door open, earning yells from her roomates. He asked them if they knew where Pansy was. They all gave him a no one said they thought she was with him and his friends. He ran out of the room, his breathing becoming erratic. Mattheo hadn't grown to trust any teacher. All of them seemed to make him uneasy. He sunk to the floor of the commonroom against the wall. It was the first time he had a panic attack in school alone. At home? Sure it was basicaly a routine before bed at home. But at school there was always someone next to him, talking him through it. Whether it was one of his friends or you, someone was always there. He had a feeling he knew who took his friends. Mattheo knew he'd have to opt out of his classes and return home.

The usual pit of despair settled in his stomach as Mattheo stood in front of his iron gate. It slowly deepened as he walked up the gravel driveway. Mattheo had his wand at the ready, gripping it tightly at his side. His face was set in stone. Mattheo knew the treatment his father used on him, his own blood, was bad. Even just thinking of how he would treat Mattheo's friends made him feel sick. On the way to his home if you could even call it that he made his decision. Mattheo would kill his father. Mattheo wasn't even sure if that was possible but he would at least try. He thought of you. He imagined you locked in the dungeon with the others. Your pants were still on the floor of his dorm, most of his friends slept in some stage of naked so they were probably all shivering. You would be pressed into Pansy's side. Blaise would be looking for some way out. There was none, Mattheo could draw the dungeons from memory every brick and corner burned into his brain. Draco would be pacing back and forth muttering about the terrifying possibilities. Lorenzo, while being more optimistic than the others, had a tendency to quit when things got hard. Lorenzo was probably sat next to you staring at the ceiling in defeat. Theo would be rubbing Pansy's back. He knows even though she loved comforting others, she'd forget to take care of herself. Mattheo thought of how when he was little in the dungeons he was all alone. Well all alone except for the rats.

Oh god, the rats.

The topic of rats had once been brought up with the group. Pansy, Blaise, and Lorenzo didn't mind them. Mattheo liked them, they were often the only company he had as a child so he sympathized with them. Draco and Theo didn't like them, but you hated them. They made your skin crawl and just the thought of them had you sick to your stomach and pacing around the room. Once you saw a mouse in the green house so you skipped your Herbolgoy classes for a week. Even then Mattheo had to drag you in with him. He felt terrible for you, trapped in a cold, damp, and terrifying dungeon half naked and pressed to your friend's side with no way out. The second you found out there were rats down there he was certain you'd get sick and sob for hours.

Mattheo grabbed his wand tighter. He flicked it, the large ornate double doors to his home swinging open. Mattheo swung his wand, the furniture near him toppling over. His father rounded the corner.

"There you are son." Mattheo clenched his jaw at the name. His anger boiling up. He felt like he was in third year again, stealing everything Mattheo laid his fingers on.

"Where are they." It was a question but with Mattheo's tone it became a demand of showing him to his friends. His father sighed. He drew his wand, pointing it at Mattheo.

"You always were ungrateful." Voldemort threw the crucio curse towards Mattheo, who blocked it with his own spells. They continued to fight. Voldemort picking up his pace to make Mattheo trip up. Mattheo blocked them all. Until he started just narrowly missing them. Unfortunately, Mattheo often skipped his DADA classes and his father's curse hit him square in the chest. Mattheo dropped his wand, falling to is knees. he squirmed under the pain of the curse. His father stepped closer to him, intensifying the pain. Mattheo fell onto his back, pressing his head into the floor. He screamed. Mattheo hoped you were deep enough under the mansion floor you couldn't hear him. Mattheo hated crying in front of his father, Voldemort often considered it a show of weakness. The crucio curse was nothing new to him. He felt it a million times before. It was different this time. He knew you were here under his father's control. He knew his friends were here. He cried. A tear sliding down his cheek, it hit the floor. Mattheo was under the crucio curse for what felt like hours but he knew from his experience it had probably only been a few minutes. His eyes rolled back as he passed out.

When Mattheo came to he could hear muffled sobs in the background. He opened his eyes to see his wrists and ankles strapped to the chair he was sitting in. Mattheo pulled on the restraints even though he knew they wouldn't budge. He heard Pansy whisper your name. Mattheo looked up from his lap. All his friends were lined up against the wall with their hands tied behind their backs. Lorenzo and Blaise still slumped against each other, asleep. Draco and Theo were sat next to each other, staring blankly ahead of them. Between the two pairs was you and Pansy. You were passed out, your chin against your chest. Pansy kept trying to wake you up, nudging you with her head. She was begging you to wake up, her voice was breaking.

You all looked like hell. Everyone was stained with dirt. Everyone's face stained with tears. Draco always had his hair perfect. Now it looked disgusting, dirtied and tangled. Theo usually did keep quiet but the difference between quiet and silent was massive. Quiet he would throw in a scoff or one liner when he felt it. Mattheo only ever saw Theo truly silent once before, when Theo's mother passed. Now Theo was dead silent, Mattheo couldn't even hear his breath. The only thing telling Mattheo that his best friend was still alive was the rocking of his foot back and forth. Pansy was a wreck. Her mascara, which she never did remove before bed she always said it gave her a smokey look, trailing down her cheeks. Her shirt's shoulders were wet with others tears, just as he thought comforting others even when she was in crisis. Blaise and Lorenzo, while both asleep, Mattheo could tell they were just as bad as the others. The bottoms of Lorenzos socks were covered in mud, the knees of his pajama pants stained as well. Blaise's knees were scraped he always slept in shorts like a weirdo. You seemed the worst of it. Lorenzo and Blaise seemed peaceful in their sleep but Pansy's panic made Mattheo think something happened that cause you to pass out. You had pants on now, they were green. Mattheo assumed they were Draco's. He ran cold so he'd double up on clothing items most nights. Mattheo's heart warmed at the thought of Draco sacrificing a pair to you. Draco sucked in a harsh breath.

"Pansy. Stop." He whispered. Pansy snapped her head towards him, she looked like she was going to rip his jugular out with her teeth right here right now. He met her eyes and the words died in her throat. She turned back to you, trying to nudge your head up with hers.

"Are they okay?" Mattheo asked. Pansy whipped her head around to look at Mattheo, shocked he was awake. She shook her head. He looked to Draco and Theo for explaination. Mattheo noted that Theo defiantly had gone into the same zombie like state the day he got the letter from his father. Theo didn't speak or look at anyone for what felt like years. It was really only about two weeks after his mother died. The first few days he never left bed. Mattheo brought him meals. He helped feed him on the days Theo just stared the ceiling, begging Mattheo to kill him. Mattheo ran him baths and walked him to his classes. Mattheo helped him heal. Some nights Theo would curl up in Mattheo's arms just crying and missing his mother's warmth. Mattheo would rock him and tell him everything Theo told him when Mattheo had panic attacks. What Mattheo wouldn't give to just hold all of his friends and rock them right now. Draco spoke up, knowing Theo wouldn't.

"He, um, he dragged them in front of us and he crucioed them until they threw up and passed out. There was so much screaming. It was-" Draco's voice broke and he looked down at his lap. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. Pansy started to cry harder as she dropped her head into your still lap. Mattheo remembered how frequently Pansy would lay her head in your lap. You stroked her hair, and gently combed through it with your fingers. Pansy once told him it made her feel at home, she always felt bad for falling asleep. You always whispered in her ear when she was asleep how much you loved her. Pansy continued to cry as you seemed to pull out of your sleep. You lifted your head and glanced around. You raised an eyebrow at Pansy in your lap. You whispered her name. She shot up. The back of her head colliding with your lip. You groaned. Pansy quickly apologized. You let out a wet laugh making Pansy chuckle with you. Draco looked up at the two of you, snorting at your contagious laughter. Mattheo felt a small smile grow. Even in the absolute worst situation you made people laugh. You looked around at the others. The laughter died down as people's smiles fell. You saw Mattheo and he watched the corners of your mouth twitch up. You both shared a small smile before you started nudging Blaise's leg with your foot. Blaise woke up he muttered a 'hey' at Mattheo like Mattheo just joined them at breakfast. As Blaise started shaking his body to wake up Lorenzo, you checked on the others. You asked each of them if they were okay. All of which answered some form of 'not really'. You asked Mattheo and he just stared at you with watery eyes. You sat up on your knees, shuffling over to him. You gently kissed his knuckles before looking up to him. Your body pressing into the side of his leg. Mattheo leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'm so sorry." His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear. You felt his tears fall onto your face. You shook your head, pulling back. Your nose nudged his. Mattheo revaled in the feeling of your skin against his. Even when Mattheo wasn't tied down, he wasn't able to get enough.

"It's not your fault." You whispered. Though your tone was hushed you were stern. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before shuffling away on your knees again. You made your way to Theo's side. You sat on the other side of him. Theo slumped over into you. You rested your chin on top of his head as he began to sob into your shirt. Mattheo knew if Theo’s hands weren't tied he'd be gripping onto your shirt, silently begging you not to leave. He knew if yours weren't tied you'd be holding on just as tight. You whispered to Theo something about 'being alright.' Draco leaned onto Theo, trying to comfort him as well. Theo sobbed into the skin of your collarbone. He babbled about how worried he was for you. You kissed the crown of his head. Mattheo was so glad even though he couldn't rock Theo at least you could support him. Blaise moved to Pansy. She rested her head on his shoulder as Lorenzo scooted close to Blaise, dropping his head on Blaise’s other shoulder. Blaise pressed his head against the wall. Mattheo stared at his friends, all reduced to the troubled children they were. They were raised to be weapons, soldiers, or monsters. Truly they were just kids. Theo matched his underwear to his socks. Draco avoided broccoli like the plaque. Pansy would spit water out of her mouth like a fountain. Lorenzo would stick breadsticks in mouth and pretend to be a walrus. Blaise still unironically called people 'stinking jerks'. Mattheo would try to throw paper in the trash can like a basketball player. You still loved coloring books. It was forgotten often. Now looking at all of you all Mattheo could see was scared children.

You were humming a lullaby to sooth Theo as you stared up the ceiling with tears in your eyes. Theo was curled up in a ball, pressed to your chest. Mattheo knew he was thinking of when his mother would rock him to sleep and sing some song in Italian. Draco was crying against Theo's arm, his big fuzzy socks with trucks on them sliding down his ankles and stained with whatever was coating the dungeon floors. Pansy was hiding her face in Blaise's shoulder. Blaise was looking up the ceiling, his breathing uneven. Lorenzo was rocking his feet back and forth, seemingly ran out of tears to cry. You all jumped when a door slammed somewhere behind Mattheo. He turned his head in an uncomfortable position. Mattheo saw his father and three deatheaters in full uniform walking behind him. The deatheaters walked closer to his group of friends against the wall. His father stopped in front of Mattheo. He muttered something about teaching Mattheo a lesson but Mattheo ignored him. His eyes glued to the deatheaters as they moved closer to your group. Theo turned his head, facing the wall. Draco sat up, scooting closer to Theo to get away. You kissed Theo on the head again as the deatheaters stood behind Lorenzo. One of them grabbed Lorenzo by the root of his hair, dragging him towards the center of the room. He cried and yelped in pain as he tried to search for purchase on the floor with his heels. As one of the deatheaters held him by his hair another pulled out a knife. Mattheo yanked on his restraints again. The deatheater released Lorenzo's hands from the rope throwing it across the room. The two without a knife grabbed his wrists holding his arms out. Lorenzo stared at the ground. Voldemort pressed his wand under Lorenzo’s chin.

"Look at him." Lorenzo met Mattheo's eyes. Voldemort whispered a curse. Lorenzo's body jerked. Tears streamed down his face as he began to shake more. He let out a pained cry. You pressed your face further into Theo's hair as he started to cry harder. They all avoided looking at him, not wanting to watch this again. A scream slipped out of Lorenzo's lips. The sound echoed off the walls. Mattheo cried to himself as he tried to yank himself out of his restraints. Mattheo whispered his begs for his father to stop. Voldemort glanced back at Mattheo, releasing the curse. Lorenzo slumped, his body being held up from the floor by his outstretched arms. Voldemort pressed his wand into Mattheo’s cheek. Voldemort mocked his begs, before tilting Lorenzo’s head up with his wand. Lorenzo’s eyes were heavy, closing from exhaustion. Mattheo shook his head at Lorenzo. Voldemort leaned down into Lorenzo’s ear.

“Beg.” Lorenzo was too far. Mattheo doubted he could even hear what was being said to him. After the crucio your body was still shaking hours after. Hearing after the curse was like covering your ear withs earmuffs. Mattheo always compared it to submerging your head under the water in a pool. Lorenzo dropped his head back, his neck unable to hold it up.

“Shame.” Voldemort whispered before shouting the killing curse. Mattheo screamed as Lorenzo’s body was hit. His own wails muffled with his friends’. Mattheo ripped his eyes from Lorennzo’s body, looking to his group of friends. Pansy was folding in half, pressing her face against the cold floor. Blaise was staring at Lorenzo, unable to look anywhere else. Draco was hiding his shaking sobs in Theo’s back. Theo was biting down on your shoulder, holding back his screams. Your mouth was open, shallow gasps escaping your lungs as you stared at the ceiling. Mattheo felt his father grip his chin, forcing him to look at Lorenzo’s body. Lorenzo was crumpled in an unnatural position. His eyes were wide open now. His leg was twisted back behind himself. The deatheaters had released his arms, letting Lorenzo drop like a forgotten puppet. Mattheo stared into Lorenzo’s unfocused eyes, he saw all the times Lorenzo told Mattheo eyes were the window to the soul. Lorenzo’s eyes were foggy now. Mattheo blinked hard, tears slipping down his face. Voldemort turned to the deatheaters. He was talking but Mattheo couldn’t hear anything. Mattheo stared at Lorenzo. He couldn’t tell if this was actually happening. Mattheo remembered the night before. Lorenzo was talking about how it seemed Mattheo couldn’t go one night without his partner next to him. Mattheo had thrown a pillow at him and laughing along with Lorenzo. Mattheo couldn’t remember the last time he told Lorenzo he loved him, his last words to Lorenzo being joking insults. Calling him a rat bastard wasn’t exactly a caring declaration. One of the deatheaters grabbed Lorenzo by his ankle, dragging his limp body over towards the group. Blaise quickly scooted away from his friend’s dead body, seeking comfort in Pansy’s presence. Mattheo looked to the other two deatheaters. One of them gripped you by your shoulder, tossing you down against the floor. The last one pulled Theo up by his arm. Theo quickly sucked in his sobs. He wobbled on his feet. You were squirming against the deatheater, snapping your teeth at them. Shouting out at them to leave Theo alone. The deatheater fighting against you seemed to get annoyed, swinging their hand back. They knocked you in the mouth sending you to fall onto your back. The deatheater shook their hand out helping the other two release Theo’s hand restraints.

Theo was held up in the same way as Lorenzo. Theo was on his knees his arms held outstretched by the deatheaters. Mattheo pulled at his wrists again. He couldn’t let this happen, not again. Mattheo babbled out apologies to Theo. Theo’s eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with his tears. Theo shook his head at Mattheo. He whispered over and over again that it was okay but Mattheo couldn’t bear it. Voldemort held Mattheo’s head steady, forcing him to watch Theo shake with pain. Theo yelled out. Voldemort intensified the spell before ripping it away. Theo’s chest heaved. Voldemort clicked his tongue before casting the crucio again. Mattheo thrashed his head against his father’s hand, trying to look away from Theo’s screams. Voldemort grabbed Mattheo’s face, knocking Mattheo’s head back into the chair. Mattheo received the message, staring at Theo. Theo slumped as Voldemort released the spell. Theo picked up his head before staring up at the ceiling. His jaw was slack, tears slipping down his face.

“mamma, per favore prendimi.” Theo whispered. His voice was hoarse from his screams. Mattheo’s stomach sank as Voldemort yelled at Theo to shut up. Voldemort slapped Theo. Theo’s cheek reddened, looking to the floor. Theo ignored the stinging, looking back to the ceiling.

“Per favore, mamma.” Theo muttered again this time more desperate. As Voldemort pulled back his hand, Theo collapsed. His chin hitting the marble floor, his arms still held back behind him. Mattheo stared at Theo, holding his breath.

Please get up

Please, Theo

Voldemort squashed Mattheo’s hopes as he threw the killing curse at Theo. It hit Theo on his back, his body jerking. Mattheo dropped his head, staring at his lap. Mattheo heard screams coming from his friends, he couldn’t look at them. If he saw them he knew he would vomit. He had to. Mattheo had to see his friends, see them alive. They probably wouldn’t last much longer judging by the track record of today. He looked at Blaise. Blaise was supporting Pansy up with his body. His eyes were frozen in front of him. Pansy was screaming into Blaise’s shoulder. Mattheo looked to you. You were folded over, heaving over the floor. Draco was pressing his face against your back, crying and comforting you all at once. Mattheo looked back as the deatheaters dragged Theo’s body over to Lorenzo’s, throwing it on top. Mattheo felt sick. As the three deatheaters moved to pull up Blaise, something seemed to click. Blaise swung, his hands untied. Mattheo could barely catch up as Pansy and Draco stood, hands free. Pansy grabbed one deatheater by the back of their head, smashing their face into the stone wall. She took their wand before smashing their face again. Draco and Blaise fought off the other two, stealing their wands within no time. Pansy’s deatheater crumpled to the ground within seconds of being in her presence. You were still hunched over on the ground. The other two deatheater were killed with their own wands. Blaise pointed the deatheater’s wand at Voldemort. They argued as Pansy ran to Mattheo. She flicked a knife out from behind her, cutting Mattheo’s restraints off. The second Mattheo was free, he rushed to you. He pointed Draco off to help Pansy and Blaise with Voldemort, focusing on you. You reached out, gripping onto Mattheo. Your nails dug into his arms as you sobbed. Mattheo nodded, rubbing your back.

“Theo-“

“I know.”

“He-“

“I know.”

“We-“

“I know, baby.” You looked up at Mattheo, with puffy eyes. Your eyes couldn’t focus, looking to the pile of your dead friends, to the three behind Mattheo fighting off curses. You cried more when you saw Theo and Lorenzo’s crooked limps thrown together. You sniffed loudly as Mattheo clusimly moved his hands from your back to your face. He cupped your cheeks, forcing your focus on him. Mattheo pressed his forehead to yours muttering about how you had to go.

“We need to leave, baby. I know, I know. We have to.” You gasped loudly, sucking in all the air into your lungs. You pulled away from Mattheo, looking at Voldemort. You muttered Mattheo’s name. Mattheo hummed.

“Permission to kill your father?” Mattheo stared at the side of your face. Your jaw was clenched, your brow was set. You were beyond determined. Mattheo felt the hatred for his father that had been boiling up all these years wash over him. It settled in his stomach. You turned your head, meeting Mattheo’s eyes.

“He’s immune to all curses, you can’t kill him unless you destroy like eight other objects. Or something like that, I wasn’t listening to him.” Mattheo whispered. You shrugged your shoulders.

“Who said anything about curses?” Mattheo stared at you. A small vicious grin spread over your lips. Mattheo noddded.

“Whatever you’re planning, permission granted.” You kissed Mattheo on the cheek before shooting up on your feet. Mattheo ignored wherever you sprinted off to, joining the other three. Blaise handed Mattheo his wand. Mattheo wondered how Blaise got it off his father but judging by them being able to take down three deatheaters he didn’t want to test them by asking too many questions. Mattheo joined in throwing curses and protection spells left and right. Pansy had disappeared from his side at some point. Mattheo kept his eye on Draco and Blaise as they fought against his father. His father hit Blaise. Blaise dropped to the floor, the Cruciatus curse flowing through his veins. Draco stopped to check on Blaise, despite Mattheo yelling at him not to. Next thing Mattheo knew Draco was also hit, spasming next to Blaise. Mattheo was left alone to fight off his father. Mattheo felt he knew this was how he would die. At some point his subconscious accepted that he would die by his father’s hand. Voldemort disarmed Mattheo, his wand flying across the room. Mattheo sucked in a breath, dropping his arms to his sides. He closed his eyes waiting for the final curse. Mattheo peeked one eye open when no pain came.

Voldemort was laying face down on the ground a large bloody gash on the back of his head. You and Pansy standing above him. Pansy dropped to Voldemort’s hand, stomping on his wrist. She plucked his wand out of his hand, moving to help Draco and Blaise up on their feet. You had one foot pressing into Voldemort’s back. You were holding up a very expensive, very heavy, metal candle stick. The base was large and square. Mattheo once dropped one on his foot and broke his toe. It was still a little crooked. You looked up to Mattheo. You had a simmering question in your eyes.

Are you sure?

Mattheo nodded. You pulled the candle stick back up, swinging it down onto the back of Voldemort’s head. You repeated your motions. Mattheo looked at the others. Draco and Blaise had turned around. Pansy was staring at you with a smile, proud. When Mattheo looked back to you, you were coated in blood, the candlestick didn’t even look gold anymore. You took a step back from the body. You dropped the candlestick on his back. You walked back to Mattheo. Mattheo stared at you as he started to realize he liked the look of you covered in blood more than he should. He gripped your stained shirt, pulling you into him. Mattheo gave you a bittersweet kiss. You pulled back and moved to Pansy and the others. You all stood awkwardly, staring at each other. You and Pansy had blood on your faces, some on your shirts. Draco and Blaise were clean, as clean as they could be. Mattheo had the blood from your face smeared on his. You all turned to look at your friends on the floor.

You situated yourselves, pulling Theo and Lorenzo into your arms. You all apparated back tp Hogwarts. Although you couldn’t get onto the grounds, you made it outside the perimeter walls. You all gently laid Theo and Lorenzo down on their backs. Laying in the dirty path in front of the large gate wouldn’t be comfortable but neither was sitting with your dead friends in your lap. Mattheo gently closed their eyes. Pansy and Blaise resting their hands on their stomachs. They made it look like Theo and Lorenzo just decided to sleep peacefully on top of gravel. You leaned over them both, knees digging into the gravel. You pushed back Theo’s hair, kissing his forehead. You did the same to Lorenzo. You wished you had told them both how much you loved and cared for them the day before or even a few hours before. If while all of you were sat huddled together on the dungeon floor you went around and said I love you a million times to each person, maybe you wouldn’t feel as sick as you did. Lorenzo killed a rat for you. You thanked him in tears, extremely tight hugs, and sniffles. You comforted Theo to his very end but it still didn’t feel like enough to you. You stood up, staring down at them. Theo was with his mother. Lorenzo was probably with Theo or some dead celebrity he looked up to. They were at peace. They were laying on the gravel driveway to their private school so maybe they weren’t at peace right now, but they would be. Pansy decided she would walk to Hogsmede, to get help. She couldn’t get inside the school walls but she thought if the town’s people saw a high school student covered in blood in nothing but her pjs they might want to help more. You collapsed against the stone perimeter wall. Mattheo sat next to you on one side. Draco and Blaise joined you. Draco next to you and Blaise next to him. Not one of you dared to look at the boys on the driveway. You were dead silent, catching up mentally to what happened to all of you.

“Thanks for that Clue move back there, with the candlestick.” Draco whispered. You let out a muffled laugh. It would’ve been brighter if you didn’t feel filthy in more way than one. You heard Blaise and Mattheo let out a snort.

“Yeah thanks for that, Draco. You always know what to say.” He nodded. Blaise dropped his head on Draco’s shoulder. Draco rested his chin on top of Blaise’s head. You reached out for Mattheo’s hand, intertwining your fingers. You all sat in silence as you waited for Pansy to come back with help.

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i have another hc for you if you like! this is one of my faves ever since i saw someone call wayne "tio shaped" 😆: Eddie being at least partially hispanic/latinx (i lean toward hispanic) and being fluent in spanish; i LOVE the idea of him either sweet talking or just saying the absolute filthiest stuff to steve in spanish and steve gets robin to help him learn spanish in secret (just for a bit at least) so he can know what eddie’s been saying to him

(i wrote a little drabble of this idea before here, but i would love to see your take on it too!!!!)

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL GO READ NOELLE'S POST BECAUSE IT'S GREAT WORK 10/10.

Second of all, I don't know more than the most basic Spanish. I am relying on Google Translate, which we all know is not reliable. If something sticks out as being completely wrong, please let me know.

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"Okay, that's good!"

"Robin, you don't have to talk to me like I'm a kid," Steve said, but hid the blush on his cheeks at the praise.

"Eddie estará tan impresionado," she said with a knowing smirk.

"Eso espero."

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Robin left him with some study cards to practice being less formal with his Spanish, told him that Eddie and Wayne were used to conversational and familiar vocabulary and grammar. The last thing she wanted was for him to sound like he was reading from a textbook.

So he sat on his couch, studying, probably more than he ever studied for anything else in his life.

He needed to do this right.

He jumped when the front door opened unexpectedly, shoving his study cards between the cushions and hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice the corner of one sticking out.

"Dios, cómo te ves tan bien sentado ahí?" Eddie said mostly under his breath.

But Steve heard it.

He didn't just hear it, he mostly understood it.

"Sólo estoy usando sudaderas," Steve replied, much easier than he expected to.

Eddie's eyes got impossibly wider, his mouth opening in shock.

"Did you just speak Spanish?" Eddie asked.

"Sí."

"How-" Eddie cleared his throat. "How long have you known Spanish?"

"Not long. Robin's been teaching me," Steve shrugged.

"But like...how long?" Eddie seemed nervous, avoiding eye contact completely.

"If you're worried about things you've been saying, I still don't know enough to figure most of what I can kind of remember out," Steve said.

That was true, too. He barely remembered most of what Eddie had been saying over the last few months, definitely couldn't get the pronunciation right anyway to ask Robin and only some of the words had come up in their lessons.

But what he said today, at least a lot of it, was clear to Steve and that made him feel pretty confident that he'd been reading Eddie's feelings correctly.

"Lo decias en serio?" Steve asked, stuttering a bit with nerves.

"Por supuesto."

"Um. Beso?" Steve knew that wasn't right, but his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders.

"Claro, puedo besarte, cariño."

Steve let out a whimper when Eddie pulled him to his feet, cupped the back of his neck in his hand, and licked into his mouth like he'd been waiting years for this moment.

"You've been learning Spanish for me?" Eddie asked breathlessly when he finally managed to pull away.

"I'm trying. For you and Wayne."

Translations: Eddie estará tan impresionado - Eddie will be so impressed Eso espero - I hope so Dios, cómo te ves tan bien sentado ahí? - God, how do you look so good just sitting there? Sólo estoy usando sudaderas. - I'm just wearing sweats Lo decias en serio? - Did you mean it? Por supuesto. - Of course Beso - Kiss Claro, puedo besarte, cariño. - Sure, I can kiss you, sweetheart

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #drabble #sorry i do not know other languages #which is probably why i am in such awe of anyone who can speak more than one #AND ESPECIALLY ANYONE WRITING FIC IN THEIR NON-NATIVE LANGUAGE #LIKE HOW

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aristotels · 4 months

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re EE being in the periphery. i’m pretty sure there were articles about how germany uses EE countries in EU for cheap labor. like sure, they’re privileged compared to most say african states, but it’s not like WE countries give that privilege for free or out of good heart, when in reality it’s geographic control + cheap labor + brain drain. combined with the fact that EU doesn’t allow for state control of markets, it means that those EE countries that had state enterprises are now in disadvantage. like i think EE countries have more in common with latin american countries than western europe , idk.

yeah, and not only articles you can find in english, but there are actual studies and articles; they are however in croatian so i dont know how much help would that be (the emmigration issue here is huge, its mainly to germany/ireland) (we have so many SONGS about moving to germany and ireland too). heres wikipedia on it, i guess you can use google translate and it also lists something quite shocking: many cities and villages in croatia and bosnia have more people living in germany than in their respective native towns.

as for lived experience, when i visited germany, you could literally walk around the city and find our people there, mostly in low-skill jobs. i once said "u pičku materinu" and a totally random guy in the street was like "ooooo pa evo i naših". "arbajt" and "bauštela" are such common phrases here that they have become memes, and dalmatians from zagora literally wear mercedes signs around their necks. recently there was an article saying how, despite euro, people from imotski STILL mourn over the deutsch marke, because they used to go work there, and then would come home and just live for an entire month off one bill. they STILL convert euros to marke.

EE is a neo-colony to the WE. whenever i talk about this, while i do use EE as a term because its more understood than SEE (southern-eastern europe), my experiences are yugoslavian, and there are big differences between eastern bloc and exyu countries. it isnt the same, economically nor politically, since yugoslavia was a part of the third world movement, thus primarily working with african and latam countries in its past (also reason why we have the lowest skin-based-racism in europe)(different than nationality racism, thats what we excel at).

a lot of croats (esp dalmatians) mainly moved to latam countries during ww2 as opposed to the usa (the current chilean and argentinian presidents are croatian dalmatians)(sorry guys we are kinda ruining yalls countries)

it was very surprising to me when i started following global-south-commies on here, they always have very positive opinions of yugoslav countries. i find it very endearing how all my political yugoslav posts end up being hits among them.

politics unrelated, croats tend to love latam countries because of football, messi was literally the coolest person in the entire world while i was a kid. there are lots of similarities in mentality.

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follivora · 4 months

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i'm not slovene but all these months i've read here and there about the origin of Kris Pleasure and John Friday

apparently Kris' surname (but in the form of 'gušt' instead of 'guštin') means something like 'pleasure/ taste' in slovene. now, google translate suggests that 'gušti' means 'thick', which would be super accurate in Kris' case 🍑

now Jan's surname sounds like the word 'petek', which in slovene means ‘friday’. and ‘Jan’ when englified (is that even a word?) sounds like ‘John’ so i guess that's how he ended up with that nickname

again this is what i understood from reading stuff slovenes/croatians have said about these over the past months, if any slovene comes around please do feel free to correct me because the lore here is interesting lol ✨

thank you so much for this!!!! This is exactly what I thought as well, like for Jan I wasn’t sure if it could come from petek or peter, but then the change of K to H somehow made sense to my Slav brain so I mostly went with it 🫨 then I looked up the statistics and apparently there’s only like 90 Peteh’s in Slovenia so maybe it’s not a Slovene name to begin with???

And ahhhhhhh Kris actually makes so much sense as well!!! We have košt for taste and omg yeah very fitting for his ass situation ✨

(and hshdjdjdj yeah john is like the direct translation of jan, forever baffled by Kris being just Kris and not Kristjan because that’s already so englishfied)

Thank you so much for taking the time to type this out, gonna tag it so maybe someone from the area can confirm ❤️❤️

#joker out #jan peteh #kris guštin

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madlittlecriminal · 11 months

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Hey! I saw that you're taking Moon Knight requests! Could you please write Jake Lockley x reader where both of them speaking broken English and most of their conversations are just bickering in their native languages?

Just imagine the fluff where they get together and teach each other the words of love in their languages through the trouble of language barrier 😭🥺

Language ☽ Jake Lockley × Arabian!GN!Reader

i only speak english and spanish, so im very sorry if the arabic is inaccurate. i wanted to try something different that wasn't french or italian. also, because im half mexican and half puerto rican, my spanish is different. words are different compared to those who are from South America or Central America

Warnings: roughly translated spanish to english, translated arabic (NOT GOOGLE TRANSLATE), mentions of marc & steven

*if you speak Arabic, PLEASE correct me if there's any errors! im open for corrections!*

Anyone who didn't understand your relationship would think you and your boyfriend were speaking gibberish.

However, you both knew bickering in your native tongues was very much normal, but it was mostly to yourselves since you didn't know Spanish and he didn't know Arabic. Today was different as you both were bickering about the damn English language. As easy as people made it seem, it was damn well difficult. How the heck was there words that sounded the same, but were both spelled differently and meant different things?

"Ine fakt la moana leh." (It just makes no sense.)

"No sé cómo la gente puede hablar en esa maldita idioma sin confundirse, de verdad." (I don't know how people can speak in that damn language without confusing themselves, honestly.)

"Lediham al-jaraa lekhbary baltehadth ballga al-inglizia?" (They have the audacity to tell me to speak English?)

Now, there stood a confused Jake, wondering if you both were arguing about the same thing or was it something completely different? "What you say?" You looked over at him, confused. "What?"

Honestly, you both were confused as to how you managed to be in a relationship for a few months without picking up some of each others language. Well, Jake only understood very little thanks to Steven and even Marc, thanks to his time as a mercenary. However, it still wasn't enough, but if he was being honest, he wanted to learn more about your language. You only ever picked up on what he meant when he called you "amor" since that's his go-to nickname for you. "Teach me?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Teach you what?" He smiled. "Árabe."

"You sure?" He nodded and you smiled. "I can do it I think. You just have to be good listener." He grinned. "Well, I call you kalabi which is 'my heart.'"

"So like 'mi corazón' for me?" You tilted your head. "That was what you mean?" He chuckled. "Yes, amor." You felt your cheeks heat up. It always got to you when he called you that. You assumed it was because it was in his native tongue and not in English as you were normally used to. "We say habibi." He held your hand. "Can you teach me to say te amo?" You raised an eyebrow, until you realized what he said. "Anna asada ahbak." (I love you too.)

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like i said, please feel free to correct me for any incorrect translations in Arabic! i appreciate it. :)

my requests are still open for the moon boys! :D

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x y/n #moon knight x reader #marvel #marvel universe #mcu #jake lockely x reader #asks #ask #request

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 10 months

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I saw your post

Quisiera saber si harían algo con gally x lector alguna reunión fluff etc, algo como que se aman pero el lector decide ir con Thomas y cuando están afuera la bala no le pega a chuck sino que le pega en el hombro al lector, los separan pensando que Gally murio y viceversa y cuando se reencuentran discuten lo sucedido lloran muestran sus cicatrices y se dicen que aun se aman y nunca se olvidaron

Sorry english is not my first lenguagedioma

Hi! I don't speak Spanish, but I copied it into google translate and I'm writing based on that. Hopefully it's okay :)

Translated prompt: I would like to know if they would do something with gally x reader, some meeting fluff etc, something like they love each other but the reader decides to go with Thomas and when they are outside the bullet does not hit chuck but hits the reader on the shoulder, they separate them thinking that Gally died and vice versa and when they meet again they discuss what happened they cry they show their scars and tell each other that they still love each other and never forgot

Scars

Gally x gn!reader

Starts set in tmr then flashes forward to tdc (movieverse)

Notes: not entirely canon compliant, also combines elements from the books

Warnings: canon-typical violence (not graphically described), language

You can't remember a time where Gally wasn't a part of your life.

Right from the start, you were immediately inseparable. In the complete chaos that was the first couple months in the Glade, the two of you had simply met and decided; we're sticking together.

"The water's drinkable. It's clean."

Gally's head whips around as he locates your voice.

You stand calmly, leaning back on a tree with a blade strapped to your hip.

"And why should I trust you?"

You step forward and cup your hands into the stream to take a sip. "See? Safe."

Gally doesn't move.

You sigh. "Look, man. It's a mess 'round here. If some of us don't start working together, we're all gonna die in this shithole."

He looks you up and down and apparently decides you're trustworthy, because he sticks his hand out to shake. "I'm Gally."

You take his hand. "Y/n."

Even after the group got together and started organising a proper system, with jobs and leaders and actual teamwork, you and Gally always stayed close.

Gally was your biggest supporter and protector, the one person you trusted more than anyone, the one person who understood you more than anyone. And it was the same for him with you.

Eventually, your close bond evolved into love.

You've kept your relationship mostly a secret, stealing kisses behind closed doors and holding hands under tables.

It's been perfect, until now.

You stand in front of the Maze doors, having just cut Teresa loose from where she was tied up.

"You're with them?" Gally's voice wavers as he stares at you in shock and hurt, and your heart breaks at his betrayed expression.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. You clench your hands as you pull up your resolve. "They have a way out," you explain desperately.

"It's over," says Thomas. "Just come with us."

Tears rise in your eyes as Gally shakes his head.

"Gally, please," you step forward, but Newt tugs you back.

"Don't," says Newt quietly.

"Good luck against the Grievers," Gally's tone is flat, eyes forced away from you.

"No," you whisper.

"Y/n," says Minho gently. "We have to go."

You cast one last look at Gally, the person you love, the person you thought you'd give anything for, and you turn to face the Maze.

⭒----⭒

You stand in shock as the video footage of WCKD and their actions fades out, the gunshot from Ava Paige's suicide still ringing in your mind.

"Is it over?" Chuck asks shakily.

"She said we were important," says Newt, frowning in confusion.

Thomas shakes his head. "Let's just get out of here."

You nod in agreement, turning towards the exit.

"No."

You freeze. "Gally?"

You take a step forward, about to run up to him, but Teresa grabs your arm. "Wait," she jerks her chin to where Gally's clutching a Griever stinger in his hand. "He's been Stung."

Your heart drops as you see him lift a gun.

"We can't leave," he says. You look closer at him under the flickering lights, and see that his eyes are darkened, glazed over.

"We did," says Thomas, hands reached out as he tries to calm Gally. "We're out, we're free."

"Gally, look at me," you implore.

"Careful, Y/n," warns Newt.

"Hey, it's us," you say to Gally. "Just put down the gun, and come with us. Please."

For a split second, you think you see a hint of recognition in his eyes, but it disappears in an instant.

"We'll never be free," says Gally, chest heaving. "We belong to the Maze."

You squeeze your eyes shut instinctively as he aims the gun, and your body jerks as the bullet slices through your shoulder.

"Y/n!"

Deep red blooms through your shirtsleeve but you ignore the pain and stumble to where Gally's been knocked over, a spear embedded in his chest.

The world blurs as everyone crowds around you, they concerned words melting together.

You fall to your knees beside Gally, turning him to face you, hands moving frantically around his chest in panic.

"Nonono, please no," tears roll down your face as you cup his cheek.

Suddenly, a commotion of noise cuts through the haze of your grief, and the air fills with yelling behind you.

People, strangers, dressed in dark armour grab at your friends, dragging them out.

As one of the men advances toward you, you lift Gally's hand to your lips, presses a kiss to his knuckles. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

You don't fight as the man takes you by the arm and yanks you over to where Frypan and the others are being piled into a helicopter, and you stare out the window as it takes off, flying you further and further away from Gally.

⭒----⭒

Moving on hurt; it hurt a damn lot.

Despite feeling the ache of Gally's loss every day, you've managed to keep yourself together and alive, which is pretty good, all things considered.

You got through the Scorch and found the Right Arm, but with Minho captured now you and the group are trying to get into the Last City.

You keep an eye on Brenda, making sure you don't lose sight of her as you weave through the sea of people crowded up at the walls of the Last City.

"We've got to go." Newt appears behind you, Thomas in tow.

"What's going on?" you ask.

As Newt points, you turn to see masked people coming straight towards you, from different directions.

"Shit," mutters Brenda.

"Quick, let's go," you start moving, but stop as you hear creaking metal.

You look up in horror to see WCKD weapons taking aim.

"Run, now!" you scream, shoving Frypan to move as the missiles start to fire.

You sprint after Thomas, ducking around a corner where a bunch of vans are parked.

"Oi!" you trip as you hear Newt's yell, and someone grabs you roughly while you're distracted.

"What the- Hey!" You're thrown into a van with Frypan and Jorge, hearing tires screech as the van takes off.

"Let us go!" you shout, knocking a guy in the throat.

As you move to swing at the next guy, a gun cocks, and you freeze.

"Just wait 'till we get there," growls the guy.

When the van stops, Jorge takes the advantage to attack the people guarding you.

"Where is she?" he yells, kicking a guy out through the van doors. "Where's Brenda?"

"Wait wait stop!" Brenda skids forward, jumping out of the other van.

More guards leap into the fight, all holding guns, and you and your friends back up with your hands raised.

"Alright everybody calm down! We're all on the same side here." The voice is distorted by the mask, and you frown in suspicion.

"What do you mean 'same side'," says Thomas, shoving a guard off him. "Who the hell are you?"

The guy pauses, thinking, then reaches up to the mask and yanks it off.

Your breath is immediately knocked out of you, and you feel ice flood your veins as you lay your eyes on the person you thought you'd never see again.

"Gally?" you rasp out.

You see the moment his calm shatters. Gally flinches at your voice, physically stumbles back as his eyes jump towards you, and he looks about as shocked as you are.

"Y-Y/n?"

You let out an unintelligible sob and run forward, jumping into his arms.

"What the- I thought you were dead," you say fervently.

"I thought I shot you," he replies, still in shock.

Gally lets out a disbelieving laugh, and you feel it in his chest. "God, I missed you." You reach up to cup his tearstained cheek, and pull him in for a kiss.

He lifts you as he kisses back, and you tighten your arms around his neck, feeling your feet lift of the ground.

"Alright, lovebirds. Oi Gally, what're we doin' with them?" calls one of the van drivers.

"I- Right, I just need to," Gally stutters towards you for a second, and you place a hand on his arm.

"Later - don't worry, we have time."

He gives you a fond smile at your understanding, looping an arm around your waist.

"Gally," groans Frypan. "Just explain, please."

"Alright, alright."

⭒----⭒

Thomas goes in to meet a guy named Lawrence, and comes out with a plan to scout the city first.

"Hey, can we have a minute before we go?" you ask Thomas.

"Yeah, of course," he replies.

Gally takes your hand and leads you into a quieter part of the building.

"I- I missed you so much," he tells you. "I never forgot you, not for a single day. I couldn't forget, thinking that I'd... that I'd killed you."

"Gally," you interrupt. "Look at me."

As he lifts his head, you pull down the collar of your shirt, all the way to the side to expose your shoulder and the scar from the bullet.

"See? Just a shoulder wound. I'm fine, and you..." you let out an incredulous huff. "I can't believe you're here. You're alive."

You reach out and brush your fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through his shirt. "I thought..."

"I'm okay too, see?" He covers your hand with his own. "There's a scar there too, but that's all they are. Just marks. We're both, we're both here."

"I never stopped loving you," you tell him.

Gally smiles, and it reminds you of the old days; he only really smiled at you.

"Me too."

Hi, thanks for reading! Gally wasn't on my initial character list for tmr cause I was worried about writing him badly, but I think this came out alright :) Hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you anon for requesting ❤

#the maze runner #tmr gally #gally x you #gally x reader #tmr gally x reader #my writing

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alessiathepirate · 8 months

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Resident Evil 3 Remake

THE PRICE OF LIFE: Nikolai Zinoviev/Nicholai Ginovaef x fem!reader

Summary: Nicholai was too interesting to not care about. He was too interesting to be left behind - maybe she cares a bit too much.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

My Russian isn't the best, I only know a few words in that language so I used Google translator to help me. If something isn't correct and/or something is used in the wrong context, please tell me so I can learn and improve :)

Warnings: mentioned wounds, referenced manipulation (only vaguely, you have to decide what it really is), slightly unhealthy relationship tropes

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Nicholai was a very calculated man.

She was very well aware of that fact as soon as she first saw him and talked to him. He knew what to expect from her, when to expect it and how to use that knowledge in his favor. She knew that it was a very useful skill to have, especially in a situation like theirs.

That was until she figured out another thing about him.

Nicholai was also a man mostly driven by greed and power.

And greed mixed with the ability to deduce someone's next move and worth was a pretty dangerous skill.

He may have been greedy, but he was also too interesting to not care about. She liked to listen to him talk and then understand the meaning of those words, because even if money was clearly the main motivator, he was right. He was a great survivalist who understood the very basic rule of life: no one else's life matters, but your own.

He wasn't an ordinary man she'd meet around every corner and that led to her being too interested in him to leave him alone. Even if Jill didn't trust him, even if he made her leave her friend behind to save her own life - she knew he was right and she was glad she decided to stick with him.

If anyone can make it out of the city alive, it was Nicholai - and perhaps, if she isn't too annoying and boring - she can leave with him too.

It was because of these facts she had managed to know about him that she became scared, doubtful and a bit disappointed. There he was, the man she decided to trust, the man she decided to believe - and he was wounded.

He was wounded, defeated - destroyed because of his own ego. He thought he was clever, he thought he knew Jill Valentine, yet he underestimated her.

She shot him to save her own life - she learned that from Nicholai himself.

"There's a price tag for everything. Even letting the world burn."

Once again, he was right. Even if it wasn't a thing she'd do, it was something others are definitely doing right in that same moment somewhere else.

"Who are you working for?"

Carlos was on his way towards the helicopter and he tilted his head, trying to make a silent sign so she'll get moving and help him. She shook her head and looked at Jill - I can't: that's what her movements said, but I don't want to was what she really wanted to say.

Carlos nodded, seemingly understanding - or misunderstanding - what she meant to say. He thought she tried to look out for Jill, when in reality it was another person she tried to look out for.

"I'll tell you if you get me out of here." that first line was for Jill, she was sure of it, but then his eyes found hers as he continued: "I'll pay you whatever you want."

As Carlos climbed into the helicopter leaving no one to look directly at her, she tilted her head with a small smile.

You'll pay, huh?

She did her best to look inside herself and find her main motivator what followed her throughout the whole night. It was the want and need to survive. And she survived - she was here and Jill will for sure take her out of the city. They were friends and Jill won't rub anything into her face or scream at her saying: 'What did you do to save yourself?' No, she loves her too much for that.

But money? She doesn't want the money. She doesn't need it at all. She won't be able to spend it, knowing at which part of her life she had gotten it.

Respect on the other hand...

"You're a fool. You're a fool!" Jill turned away and walked up to the chopper, she followed her letting Nicholai shout all he wanted - it wasn't the right moment. For a second she couldn't decide who he shouted at, but then realized it was for Jill - it was the performance for Jill. Nicholai would never beg. "If I die you'll never find out the truth."

There it was - the effect he had on her and on her whole being from the first second they've met. She liked him. She respected him. She could love him.

She didn't want him to die. Sure, he'd deserve a punch or two, but not death.

As Jill helped her climb into the chopper she realized that Nicholai knows that. He knows she likes him and respects him and that a part of her wants him in ways she shouldn't. He knew from the first talk they've had that he won't die here - no, because she will be the right escape plan.

"I don't mind a little detective work."

Jill climbed in - she didn't. She sat down, letting her legs dangle. Jill disappeared behind her, deciding to talk to Carlos.

She kept her gaze on Nicholai, who kept pressure on the wound. Their eyes met.

She tried to make herself unreadable, something new and uncertain - she wanted to shock him, surprise him even if she knew nothing can really come as a shock to a man like Nicholai Ginovaef.

She kept her mouth in a straight line, pressured her muscles to keep herself from smiling. But her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Nicholai smiled and let out a laugh. She didn't laugh with him.

"Did you learn?" the question came as a shock.

Did she?

She learned the basics. She knew what her own life meant and what a good accomplice meant. She learned to survive...

... yet she's about to do something what could kill her.

The answer is no. She didn't learn. Her wants and pure needs were greater than the voice inside her head saying: Go with Jill and repair the friendship as long as it can be repaired.

She didn't want to go with Jill - or Carlos.

The propeller started to move and then the helicopter started to ascend.

Half a meter - for a moment she saw something new on Nicholai's face.

One meter - it looked like pure betrayal.

"Hey, Jill!" she shouted through the sound of the propeller.

"Yeah?"

One and a half meters - she has to make sure they'll go without her.

"Go on a vacation after this!"

"You'll come with me, right?"

Right? She left her when the Nemesis attacked them in the subway. She felt sorry she did that, but she didn't regret it one bit.

She smiled at her friend.

Two meters.

"Go somewhere calm and sunny."

Jill's smile faded. "What do you mean?"

"It was nice to meet you Carlos." she looked at their temporary pilot and then back at her friend. "Have a great life Jill."

"What--"

Two and a half meters. She jumped.

She jumped and she heard Jill scream after her. She jumped and saw as the chopper stopped in the air for a few seconds.

She heard Carlos' voice through the noise, probably explaining that they don't have much time left. They knew that - everyone knew that: Carlos, Jill, Nicholai, herself. She calculated it perfectly.

She landed perfectly with a small, quiet puff.

"You didn't learn at all, did you?"

She made sure the chopper moved away and only then did she start to walk towards Nicholai.

"Sure thing I did." she started, trying to not grin. "You said it yourself, there's a price tag for everything."

Nicholai chuckeled, he understood the reference.

"And I really hope you'll pay me well enough."

She stretched out her arm, letting him grab her hand so she can pull him up.

"What makes you think I will? I could kill you, we could both die here."

She looked up at him when his grip on her hand changed. His hand moved up until it had a firm hold on her wrist.

"We won't die here. I'm pretty sure you have the keys for that other chopper right there." she tilted her head towards it. "You're too calculating to just wait for your own death."

"Why did you jump? You could've escaped with your friends. You have no further use of me just like I have no further use of you."

She looked up at him as if this would be the first time she really looked at him, examining his features, his eyes, his grin. She looked at him and for the first time she really saw what he tried to hide. She saw that he fell into the same trap she did.

"I did it for the same reason you didn't kill me." she started, swallowing, getting herself ready to say the next words: "You like me. And I like you too."

His gaze was cold. It explored her whole being, all the small cuts she had on her face and shoulders.

And he smiled. He smiled like he knows something she doesn't.

"Ty vazhen dlya menya. Ya nenavizhu eto." she didn't understand a word he said even if her heart fluttered at the sudden Russian. "Malen'kiy vyzhivshiy." he grinned.

"So," she began as she swallowed down the softness and hope she felt when he spoke up in Russian - it was pretty attractive just like his accent. "let's get out of here, no?"

His grip tightened even more and for a second she was afraid there'll be an ugly purple mark left behind. Her heartbeat quickened. God he had such a hold on her, on her whole being, he could control her in ways no one else could.

"What'll happen if you're wrong?" he leaned in, she was able to feel his breath on her face and he kept the eyecontact no matter where she looked. "What'll happen then, zólotse? You'll get nothing out of it, no? No money, no man, no life. Nichego."

She didn't hide away. She didn't take a step back. Nicholai wouldn't like that.

No, he wants her to answer, to say something, to prove what she is: is she worthy of survival or is she too shy and meaningless? He wouldn't leave her. It'd hurt him a bit too much, but she'd get a place in his book, a term.

She put one of her hands on his shoulder, her fingertips getting lower, closer to the wound. He took a deep breath - it must've hurt like Hell.

"But I am right. So it doesn't matter, does it?" she watched as her fingertips became red. "And let's be honest if I'd die tonight your money wouldn't be able to buy me back. I'm too interesting to play with, no?"

He liked that. He liked that short challenge. He liked that she didn't back down.

Her hand traveled lower until it reached a pocket. She kept the eyecontact even as she reached in to grab the keys she had suspected were there.

"Let's get going so we won't have to figure out what happens if we both die." she said after she held the keys in her hand.

She took a step back, but he stopped her. Even if he was wounded, he was still strong - stronger than her at least. He pulled her close, much closer than before. He only stopped when they were so close their noses almost touched.

She felt her eyelids get heavy. Her stomach fluttered, her heartbeat quickened. Every instinct in her, every piece of her body told her to get comfortable and get ready. Everything inside her told her to lean closer and kiss him.

But she didn't. And Nicholai didn't move either.

He just smirked and then whispered: "Malen'kaya ved'ma." It sounded like he teased her.

"You really want to die tonight, don't you?" she whispered too. "We should hurry up."

"Fine." he let go of her and then continued to press his hand on his wound.

They walked toward the other chopper and just as they got in, he continued to talk: "Ty mne nravish'sya."

She didn't know what it meant, but it sounded honest and soft - and Nicholai was a pretty rough man. He smiled and so did she.

No one was left behind that night. No one died and no one got paid. Because she didn't want to leave him and he didn't want to let her go.

Nicholai was a man driven by greed. If he found something he liked, he kept it. And he didn't like to share.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 remake #re3 #nicholai ginovaef #nikolai zinoviev #nicholai ginovaef x reader #nikolai zinoviev x reader #nicholai ginovaef x fem!reader #nikolai zinoviev x fem!reader #jill valentine #carlos oliveira

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ignemia · 1 month

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Ok let me just very quickly get mad about dialects or variations of Sign Languages

EVERY FUCKING COUNTRY HAS THEIR OWN SIGNLANGUAGE VARIANT THAT IS NOT MUTUALLY INTELLIGIBLE.

Fucks sake.

Deaf and mute people learn their language use it, are happy tgen they travel across the state of country they live at and notice oh some words differ a bit and adjust for the region they are at. Now their brain is full of semi-useful information.

Suddenly they go for a solo visit to a different country (let's say an american goes to europe). They assume ASL is going to be understood because all of their friends online have told them how people in europe speak good english.

Well now they get a huge fuck you because they landed in Paris got stopped by police and neither can understand one another. Pull out a notebook and try to communicate by writing. SURPRISE. French people are very proud and do not mandatorily learn english so this police officer is confused wtf is this tourist doing. So they bring them to the police station scaring the fuck out of this poor mute / deaf person because they thing they did or signed something wrong.

Now let's assume they did not come for a round trip they are moving to France. Well now they have to go to the doctors office. Doctors are often trained in sign language or at least have a translator at hand. Guess what. Either situation they do not understand because they know french SL while the subjdct of this theoretical knows only ASL.

So the sign language that was fucking aupposed to make communication for deaf / mute people easier becomes a fucking pain in any case you do not have a hearing person or person capable of speech with you when traveling.

CAN WE FUCKING UNIFY SIGN LANGUAGE ACROSS THE FUCKING WORLD?

Sign language is not even mostly based on words rather than concepts from what I understand from my very limited research into it. So no need for Czech sign for "thank you" to be based on 3 syllables in "Děkuji"... I don't know what the ASL sign is but if you throw a fucking finger heart I will understand no matter what type of SL.you are using.

This makes me so fucking mad.

Please now all the linguists here and all the parties involved in this get mad at me in the comments I wanna hear your justification for making life harder for deaf and mute people.

PS: I have been googling SL because I am considering cutting my tongue out due to crippling voice anxiety. I am not deaf nor mute.

#sign language #rambles #venting #angry #languages #linguistics #dystopian society

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asyouleft · 4 months

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Thank you @ctrsara for the tag! I'm pretty sure I've done this one before but why not! \o/

How many works do you have on AO3?

96! But I have a lot of stuff on LJ that I never moved over to A03 and I recently discovered I put up a few fics on FF.net that I never moved over either, haha.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,249,703!

What fandoms do you write for?

In my fanfic career, I have written: Marvel Comics, X-Men, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Torchwood, Stargate Atlantis, Marvel (Irondad), Heartstopper and a few misc ones in other fandoms.

I recently found a Boy Meets World fic I wrote like 15 years ago, so that's fun. Have no memory of writing it!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + One Time He Shows Up Anyway

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited

The Hero of Our Own Story

There Is Always One Last Light To Turn Out

For We Are Bound by Symmetry

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, all of them! It's usually just a thank you <3 but I will talk to people if they talk back.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm, I think it's If You Find That You Feel Lost, I'll Be Your Ticket Back.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lol, I mean, all of them end pretty hopeful, yeah? That's the best I can do.

Do you get hate on fics?

On a few of them, yeah. People can think what they want, I know sometimes I walk a thin line when it comes to the "happy" bits or I sometimes make characters a little more unlikeable (I mean I consider it more realistic) but I sometimes get push back on it. Usually it's when I'm doing Irondad and they are like aren't father/son within seconds of seeing each other, lol. Opps, sorry I like realism in my superhero fics!

On Edge of Your Name, some people found Charlie unrealistic but I didn't think so at all.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! Slash mostly but I've done het and femslash in the past.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really! Maybe one day I'll consider it

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A looooooooong time ago, someone poached a SGA fic I wrote and posted in, get this, in an LJ community I posted it in originally, lol.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES! Oh my god I was so excited, two fics of mine are in RUSSIAN. HOW COOL?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Me and @royalhearthuff did a chapter in their, Through The Years Narlie fic and me and @brbrbeatrice are hovering around a Narlie colab right now too. <333333

I'm also open to collabs!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Ugh, so hard to answer this because I have so, so many OTPs, lol. I mean McShep is always at the top of my heart, but Narlie since it's fucking canon and oh yeah Ineffable Husbands will never not make my 12 year old heart beat faster.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hm, there are a few. I've got an Irondad that's a Tony presumed dead that I'd like to get finished but it's so hard to keep Tony Stark presumed dead and not escape wherever he's at.

I've got a Charlie at uni fic that I really want to eventually finish but I lose steam on it everytime I try!

What are your writing strengths?

I think I can do dialogue pretty well at this point, I think I've mastered the flow of it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything else? Ha.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't, lmao. I mean, I have but it's only small things that I can google.

First fandom you wrote for?

I think it was honestly something like Rainbow Brite or X-Men comics, to be honest. I also may have written self insert Power Ranger fics and Inspector Gadget lol oh and Captain Planet.

Don't judge me lol I was writing fic before I really understood what I was writing. I just liked adding myself into adventures with my favorite characters!

Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I dunno, it's so hard to pick sometimes. I really love my SGA Disaster It Strikes On a Daily Bases, for Irondad it's always Just An Intern and I think I'm obsessed with my Narlie, And You Know For Me It's Always You.

And I tag whomever wants to do this because tagging people gives me anxiety.

#fanfic asks #fanfic

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 7 months

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The Sounds of Justice (6)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Dutch translations from Google Translate:

Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken? - I'm sorry to bother you. Can I please use your phone?

Je bent hier veilig. - You're safe here.

Haast u niet. - Don't rush/Take your time.

Dankuwel. - Thank you (formal).

Chapter 6

Your awareness returned to you in a rush of thoughts. You weren’t sure how long you had been unconscious. An hour? Two? What had happened to Sonny? Had he been dosed with the same drugs that you had? Or had he been simply knocked unconscious? You hoped it was the latter.

And what did the man who drugged you mean by “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured?” You had so many questions and you knew that you wouldn’t get any answers by lying where you were and giving in to the fear that your tumultuous thoughts were slowly feeding.

You couldn’t hear any indicators that anyone was in the room with you but to be absolutely positive, you cracked an eye open as silently as you dared. Your vision was blurry however that cleared within two heartbeats and with your opened eye, you looked in front of you. You opened your other eye and looked to the left and the right before examining the area behind you.

Fortunately, there was nobody there. You took note of your surroundings and after it registered that you were apparently still in the warehouse, you braced yourself on your knees and stood up. Your legs trembled alarmingly and you seriously thought that you were going to fall. Your fear returned and it was stronger this time.

“Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear.” You breathed. Whispering the quote from Mark Twain helped to distract your brain from the sense of fear that you were feeling and your breathing eased.

You mouthed the words of the quote twice more before you felt composed enough to begin making your way around the warehouse to search for Sonny. All the lessons from the NCIS training that you experienced as a probationary agent came whooshing back. You moved quietly back the way you had come and you spied yours and Sonny’s weapons discarded in front of the locked warehouse doors.

As you drew closer to them, you noticed a familiar shape lying between you and the weapons starting to stir.

“Sonny.” You uttered in a quiet exhale.

The detective let out a groan and then promptly covered his mouth. His blue eyes darted around the warehouse jerkily and he sagged in relief when he noticed that you were the only other person in the warehouse.

“Are you hurt?” He questioned quietly.

Your admiration and respect for the man grew. He was just knocked out and his first question was about your welfare. You shook your head, “I know how the victims are drugged. They did it to me but I think it’s mostly worn off. Either that or I was given a lower dose. Our attacker said something about his boss wanting me alive and mostly uninjured. Did he…?”

Sonny knew you meant your attacker. He was about to respond to your question when the both of you heard a car door slam and footsteps approach the entrance to the warehouse. Sonny put a finger to his lips and looked longingly at his gun that was lying a few centimetres away. You understood his desire to scoop up his gun but neither of you could risk making any sound and grabbing your guns to arm yourself might draw the attacker’s attention to you. And that would lead to an even worse scenario than the situation you and Sonny found yourselves in.

A voice reached your ears and you realised that your assailant had stopped on the other side of the door. You heard him rattle off two sets of numbers in another language and you wished you understood what they were. Because of your time with Tony, you were able to identify some of the numbers and the fact that your assailant was counting in Italian.

“After we solve this case, I’m gonna bribe Tony to teach me Italian. If that doesn’t work; I’ll teach myself.”

You looked over at Sonny and watched as his hand traced shapes on the cold concrete. With a sudden burst of clarity, you inferred that Sonny could communicate in Italian and he was tracing the numbers on the concrete so that they would stick in his memory.

Then the numbers became words and the words became a one-sided conversation. They sounded different as if the assailant had switched languages. You watched as Sonny mouthed the words as your assailant said them. You sent up a prayer of thanks to any deity that was listening for pairing you and Sonny together on this mission.

The conversation stopped and you switched your gaze from Sonny to your guns that were lying just out of reach. Again, you fought the temptation to grab them. You waited for any sound that would give you a clue as to what was happening on the other side of the door and then finally, you heard a car door creaking open, slamming shut and an engine starting.

You waited a few more heartbeats and listened as the sound of the car grew softer and softer. Throwing caution to the winds, your arm snapped forwards and you snatched the pistols from the ground.

You closed your eyes and breathed out a disappointed sigh as you felt how light they were. “He took out the bullets,” you groaned as you handed Sonny his pistol.

“And we left our phones back at the station,” Sonny chimed in.

“Perfect.” You grimaced, flexing your right leg. Something hard pressed against your right ankle. It took far too long for you to remember what it was but when you did, a plan started forming in your mind.

You pulled up the right leg of your pants and pulled down your sock. “Saving the day as always, boss.” You grinned as you gripped the hilt of your hidden knife.

“Your boss encourages you to hide a knife on your body?” Sonny asked in amazement.

“It’s Rule 9.” You answered.

“Of course.” Sonny said wryly, rolling his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

Next, you checked your gun, “Our attacker left the firing pin in.” Your grin grew broader as you removed the pin.

Cottoning on to your plan, Sonny stood up and walked over to the doors. There was a small gap that was letting some light in and you could see a heavy padlock hanging on a metal chain in the middle of the two doors. Sonny slid his hand through the gap and grabbed the padlock. He angled it towards you and you were about to use your knife and firing pin when Sonny offered you the firing pin from his gun.

“This might work better.”

Touched by his gesture, you hid the knife behind your sock again and rolled down your pant leg before accepting the offered object.

“So did your boss teach you how to pick locks too?” Sonny asked.

“No. Another agent did that.” You responded as you remembered Kate. Thanks to her lessons, it didn’t take you long to pick the lock and once the lock was open, you unhooked the padlock and detangled the chain. With a strong push from Sonny, the doors swung open and the two of you stumbled into the fading sunlight.

Sonny held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, “I’d say we’ve got about two hours before sunset.” He estimated and then he looked around the street. “Not much is open but I know that there’s a Dutch restaurant one block from here. The only problem might be the language barrier. The owners are on the older side and because they’re not technically open for business yet, they may not talk in English, only Dutch.”

“That’s not a problem. We’ll head there. You just keep concentrating on what you overheard while our assailant was talking.”

Sonny directed you to the Dutch restaurant and just as he predicted, the elderly couple that ran the place answered the door and greeted you both in Dutch.

Their eyes lit up when you responded in the same language and they beckoned you in, ushering you to a booth. They murmured about how you didn’t look well.

“Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken?” You asked.

The man nodded and brought you their phone. He then disappeared into the kitchen while the lady sat down in the same spot that her husband did. Your fingers shook as you tried to dial Gibbs’ number. Noticing this, the woman spoke.

“Je bent hier veilig.” She assured you. “Haast u niet.”

Exhaling, you tried to dial Gibbs’ number again. This time your fingers cooperated and the call went through.

“Gibbs.”

“Boss.” You were so relieved that you thought you would burst.

“Where the hell are you Agent? Abby’s been trying to reach you and Carisi! She figured out that the drug is a chemical compound of synthetic alcohol and Doxacurium! You left your phones here and then you and Carisi went off the grid.” You winced at the reminder that you had left your phones behind and you had unthinkingly broken Rule 3 while Sonny had unknowingly broken it.

“We took the call about another potential victim but we were ambushed at the warehouse. Sonny was knocked out and his attacker force fed me some drugged lollies. I’m pretty sure that the drug has almost completely left my system.”

You could picture the expression on your boss’ face. Worry would have transformed into rage the second you mentioned you and Sonny being ambushed. His mouth would be set in a thin line and he would have glared at everyone to be quiet as he listened to what you had to say.

“After I came to we realised that the doors were chained and locked shut so I picked the lock using the firing pins from our guns. Our attacker took out the bullets and left the empty guns in the warehouse with us. I’m going to put Sonny on the phone. Our assailant spoke Italian as he dialled a number on his phone and then he had a conversation in another language.”

“It was Spanish,” Sonny added helpfully as you handed him the phone. Needing no prompting, Sonny launched into the translated version of the conversation that he’d overheard after explaining to Gibbs that while he can communicate fluently in Italian and was able to identify the numbers that your attacker muttered as he dialled (Sonny relayed those to Gibbs), he could only get most of the conversation not the finer points due to some words being different.

As Sonny talked, the man came back from the kitchen holding two glasses of Kwast and some bread rolls with butter. He put the glasses along with sandwich plates and forks and knives in front of you and Sonny and looked at you two watchfully as Sonny hung up the phone.

Judging by the expression that Sonny wore, he understood that now was the time to thank his hosts and eat and drink. You received the same message.

Sonny leant over to you, “How do you say thank you in Dutch?”

“The best word to use in this context would be Dankuwel.” You whispered back.

The two of you spoke at the same time “Dankuwel.”

“Not bad.” The man commented. “You speak Nederlands well.” He said to you. “You,” he faced Sonny. “Need some more practice. Keep at it.”

“Eat. Drink.” His wife commanded severely. “We will keep an eye on you.”

She and her husband left the two of you alone and Sonny looked at the two of them nervously as they stood at the counter.

“What did Gibbs say?” You asked, taking a sip of your Kwast. The hot beverage slid down your throat easily and you hummed at the honey and lemon flavours.

“He told me to tell you that we should sit tight. They’re gonna track the numbers. I heard Torres in the background talking about using an app called “Find My Phone.” Apparently it works even if the phone is off.”

“It does.” You confirmed. “I’ve used it in the past.”

“Gibbs was quiet when I was talking.” Sonny revealed. “Is that a bad sign?”

“That means he’s processing. He usually gets like that before an interrogation.”

“Let me guess. You have a rule for not interrupting your boss during an interrogation.” Sonny took a long sip of his Kwast and looked at the glass in shock. You chuckled at his surprised expression.

“I wasn’t expecting it to taste like this.” Sonny divulged. “I meant it in a good way. It’s sweet and pleasant.” He added when he saw the look on your face.

“To answer your question, yes. That’s Rule 22.”

“Maybe I should start creating my own set of rules.”

“Sounds like a plan. You already know my first one.”

“And now I’ve got mine. Never go on a callout without eating something first.” Sonny used a knife to cut a roll in half and he used the same knife to butter the halves of the roll before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite.

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