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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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I’m Still Hurting (F!Reader/M!Orc)

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: (Almost) Infidelity

Word Count: 3376 words

Summary: Your boyfriend does something he’d never thought he’d do, and you’re left to try and pick up the pieces.

Request: can I make a request? About an angst story between an m!orc and f!human. I like the idea of like maybe the orc sorta misses being with other orc women or like she can't fulfill his needs and she hears this. I like the idea of almost infidelity

A/N: Surprise bitches! I’m alive! And back with some delicious angst for y’all!! I really loved doing this request, as I don’t often write full on angst. I am also working on a fluffy request at the moment, if some of you would like some nice comfort after this haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Honey ❤️: Babe

Honey ❤️: Babe please answer the phone I need to talk to you

Honey ❤️: I know you’re angry, you should be angry, but please talk to me

Honey ❤️: Baby please

“____? Is that my phone?” Brynn yells from the kitchen, already mixing another cocktail for you to down. Her bright red horns peek over the living room divider, bouncing back as she grabs the alcohol from the fridge. Still looking at your bright screen, you don’t even have the energy to respond.

“____?” You throw your phone away as she peaks her head over, giving her a shameful look. Brynn furrows her brow, pulling away from the kitchen island and putting one hand on her hip. “Was that him?” With your eyes darting back and forth from the pillow you shoved your phone under and Brynn’s face, you nod.

“Y-yeah, it was him.”

Brynn sighs, fiddling with her hands.

“Listen, I don’t want to tell you what to do, especially not tonight, but I just think-”

“No, no, it’s alright. You’re right, you’re right.” A jolt hits you as your phone vibrates, the vibrations rumbling through the fabric and stabbing right into your stomach. You force yourself to look away, fiddling with your fingers. Brynn shoots you a pitiful look, you’re sure of it, even as your efuse to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t talk to him tonight. Not right now, not when I’m like….this.” A slow, tired breath escapes you. “I’ll make him wait, just like he did.”

The coach cushion bends as Brynn sits next to you, rubbing your shoulder as she leans in for a side each. You accept it, your body like a deadweight as you let yourself go slack in her arms.

“Do you want anything? Chocolate, maybe a movie? I’ve got some leftover cheesecake?”

“A movie sounds nice.” You murmur, nodding against her chest. Brynn hums, her tail coming up and massaging your lower back as she kisses you on the forward.

“Of course, your choice. Do you want me to get your drink?”

You nod once more, letting Brynn untangle herself from the hug and laying back on the couch, grabbing the comfiest blanket and the remote. You quickly flick through you and Brynn’s ‘most watched’ section on Netflix. You need something new tonight, something to get your mind off.

All your regular comfort movies are romances, after all.

By the time Brynn comes back, a rum and coke and a carton of ice cream in hand, you’re already snuggled into a blanket burrito. She hands you a spoon and the glass, which you wordlessly accept. She sits down and throws a hand over your shoulder, trying her best to massage the left over tension in your neck. You sink into the feeling, pressing on your movie of choice.

“Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? I’ve heard this movie’s great.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “It is.”

And chocked full of shitty men getting what they deserve.

As the opening title plays, the deep voice of Tom Hardy kicking the movie off, you snuggle into Brynn’s side. Your phone buzzes again, but it’s drowned out by screaming men and loud engines. Just how you like it.

Honey ❤️: Could you call me in the morning?

Honey ❤️: I’ll leave you alone for the night, I’m sorry

Honey ❤️: I love you

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Waruck sighs, his fingers shaking as another small ‘message delivered’ shows up on his screen. No response, just like the last 15 texts. He finds himself typing out another anyway.

I love you so fucking much

It reads, but is quickly deleted. Waruck clicks off his phone, but it stays in his hand, taunting him. The black mirror shows a sad, pathetic boyfriend, getting the silent treatment.

He falls back onto his bed, exhausted from a day of doing nothing. Nothing but worrying and feeling guilty, with the occasional flicking through TV channels and texting his girlfriend.

It’s getting late, his bedside clock cutting through the dark of his room to remind him he’s been up for almost 16 hours now. Waruck slides a hand through his hair and gets up. He’s going to have to camp out in front of the TV, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Not after what he did.

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He had gone out with friends. Friends from highschool who he still occasionally chatted with, friends he didn’t even really like anymore. But the past two weeks had him feeling oddly...nostalgic, like something was out of place. So when his buddy Simon had invited him to the bar, he had eagerly accepted.

He remembers grabbing his coat, you sending him a text to have fun, and him not replying. He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, he still doesn’t. The two of you had been going strong for almost 8 months now, with only the occasional hiccup that most couples have. So why didn’t he respond? What made him casually throw your sweet remark to the side like that?

Waruck shakes his head, trying to focus on the movie in front of him. Now isn’t the time to get existential over tiny shit like that, not with how the rest of the night went.

When he met up with the group, Waruck immediately knew that tonight was going to be different. His current group of friends are quite different, less rowdy, than his old posse. At only 10 PM, three of the guys we’re already halfway drunk, saving a spot in line from him outside the noisy bar. The electronic music that thrummed through the concrete and out onto the street reminded him of how much time has passed, how different his usual party-scene is now, and he revels in that feeling of former good-times.

Simon greets him with a hug, the guys shouting his name as he joins them. From the corner of his eye, he sees a gaggle of girls giggling.

And that's where it started.

An orc woman, dressed in a beautiful black dress, winks as she passes him at the bar. Simon nudges his side as Waruck takes a drink.

“Dude, that chick is totally sending you the look”

Waruck furrows his brow, stirring his drink.

“What’s ‘the look’?” He says, taking another sip of his scotch.

Simon rolls his eyes. “The ‘come hit on me’ look dude! That’s the sign you need to go for it!”

“I have a girlfriend, Simon.”

Simon scoffs, throwing his hand out dramatically. “What, that human chick?”

Waruck has half of mind to set down his drink and ask Simon what he means with that sarcastic tone of voice. It pisses him off, but he says nothing, just rolls his eyes.

“No offense, bro, she looks cute and all. But is she really worth missing out on some great ass?”

Waruck grimaces and shoots Simon a dirty look. “Jesus, Simon, are you serious?”

“I’m serious! When was the last time you had fun, y’know? Everyone knows an orc chick can throw down, wild-style.” Simon nudges him in his side, playfully, but it only serves to make Waruck more annoyed. “C’mon, you seriously don’t miss it?”

Waruck should tell him a firm ‘No’, finish his drink, and leave. He should call a cab and go home, call you and rant about his gross misogynistic friend from high school.

But he doesn’t.

The part of him, the part of him that feels slightly off, wonders if this is it. It had been a long time since he had been with another orc. You were a great girlfriend, but so different from in so many ways. Is that it?

Maybe relieving the old days will satisfy whatever longing he has, and then it will leave forever. Would that be so bad, to let loose for one night?

Waruck feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to see the orc girl from earlier; The one who sent him ‘the look’.

“Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?”

Between the boosted bass of the music and the orc woman pressing up against him, Waruck doesn’t notice Simon slip away, giving him a pat on the back.

Leave, say no, tell her she’s got the wrong guy, you fucking idiot. His consciousness yells.

“U-uh, sure.” He stutters.

She introduces herself as Naz and says she noticed him the minute he walked in.

“Hard not to notice the best-dressed guy in the room.” She flirts, pressing herself closer and up against him.

He has a thousand little moments like that, to say something; To pull back and apologize, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he slips into a corner booth with her, purposely ignoring the texts you send to check up on him. You had remembered that he wasn’t sure how much fun this night would be, and routinely checked in if he needed a convenient excuse to leave early. You’re sweet like that.

Naz is sweet too. She's a great conversationalist, with a good head on her shoulders and an interesting career in zoology. Waruck could see the two of you being good friends.

Is that why she seems so alluring? Because she’s so similar to you? Waruck’s mind does mental gymnastics to try and justify his hesitance, his compliance in believing that maybe she has something different after all, even though he knows that isn’t true.

The two of them talk for a solid hour and a half, Naz slowly inching herself closer and putting a hand on his knee. His body screams in resistance, his stomach tying up into knots, but he doesn’t push her away.

“So, I’ve got a room not too far from here. What do you say we go make ourselves a bit more comfortable?”

This is his final chance to find an excuse and say goodnight. To run back home and forget this ever happened. But the words are caught in his throat and he’s further silenced by the nearby whooping of his asshole friends.

“Yeah, Waruck! Get some!”

Naz chuckles and mistakenly reads his seething anger at himself with embarrassment for his friends. She leans in, grabbing his jaw, and whispers.

“Let's give them a show, huh?” Then, she kisses him.

The noises of the bar, his friends, and Naz all drown away as her lips mold into his. Waruck’s body goes rigid, terrified as time seems to freeze as he kisses someone who is not his girlfriend.

But all of that stops when your ringtone begins to blast in his pocket. It should be near silent when compared to the pounding bar music, but that familiar jingle seems to cut deep into his skin and skewer his heart. Waruck pulls away with a quick jerk, Naz almost falling over as he pushes himself into his seat and away from her body-heat. Every nerve is a light with tension as he quickly pulls out his phone.

There on the screen is a picture of you, your contact name, “Sweetie❤️”, shining through the dimmed light of that bar. Waruck breathes heavily, feeling like he’s just run an emotional marathon, stuck in his own head until Naz slides away from him.

“Wait, hold on, do you have a girlfriend?”

Waruck looks at her, then looks at his still-ringing phone, then back to Naz. He nods.

Naz's face curls up into obvious disgust, quickly directing her body to be as far away from him as possible. “Fucking hell, dude. What the fuck?” She grabs her handbag and stomps out of the booth, not before throwing her drink in his face and telling him to go to hell.

He almost watches her move across the bar, most likely to go complain to her friends about the asshole she just wasted the last 2 hours chatting up, but all he can focus on is your picture on his phone.

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Waruck practically runs out of the bar, his whole body covered in sweat and his mind racing a mile a minute.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He felt like a 15 year old, goaded into another shitty prank just because he wanted to look cool in front of his friends, buying into their weird bullshit about humans. Was he seriously going to throw away your wonderful relationship over one night, over one urge?

Naz had been strikingly beautiful, in all the ways he was taught an orc like himself should look for. She could probably get any guy in that club tonight, but she wasn’t you. You’re different, but in so many cool, inconsequential, uniquely-you ways.

Waruck doesn’t know how long he walks before he sits down outside a cafe, trying to collect his racing emotions. He feels gross, sticky with the kind of sweat you only get after too much alcohol and too many people. The screen of his phone seems to reflect every smudge and finger-print as he swipes it to unlock it, finally getting the courage to read your text messages.

They start off normal, spread out over several hours. The occasional “How are the guys?” and “Hope you are having fun! Just let me know when you get home safe.” before dropping off into nothing. Right up until 20 minutes ago, where you send a short and curt text that has his heart dropping to his stomach.

Sweetie❤️: Can you call me right now?

Sweetie❤️: Waruck, I need to talk to you

Sweetie❤️: Are you still at the bar?

After that is a notification of your missed call from earlier and Waruck can’t help but feel guilt stir in his gut.

It could be nothing, something unrelated to what he almost did tonight. But the notification he gets from his Instagram says otherwise. It says a mutual of his tagged him in a photo 30 minutes ago.

Waruck feels like vomiting when he opens up Simon’s story and sees a shaky picture of Naz, draped over him in the corner booth, with him looking all too happy to have her there. The caption reads

“At least someone’s getting lucky tonight 🤣🤣 #BoysNight20XX”

But what comes next is even worse; An even blurrier photo of Naz kissing him, both of their eyes closed as she almost sits in his lap.

Waruck can’t even look at the caption, quickly exiting out of the app and calling you.

He needs to explain himself.

But what will he say?

The phone rings, rings, rings….

Waruck waits with bated breath, thinking you’re going to let it go to voicemail, but you answer. There is no cheerful “Hi Babe” or even a tired and drawn-out “Hey.” Instead all Waruck hears is a shaky sigh, waiting for an explanation.

The words stay caught in Warucks throat, trying to find a way to maneuver and swing around to a solid excuse, a lie he hopes you won’t catch.

But he can’t, he can’t. Not to you.

So you make it easy for him, like you always do, and start the conversation off instead.

“Were you flirting with that girl?”

Waruck’s mind doesn’t give him a choice, the truth already spilling out like a tidal wave.

“Yes.”

Waruck hears you suck in a breath, before you shakily ask once more,

“Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her back?”

“Yes.”

There's 15 seconds of brutal silence as Waruck sits with his confession. In the moment, Waruck feels like he can hear your pounding heartbeat through the receiver.

You hang up.

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You hate the weather outside for two reasons.

One: You had far too much rum last night to enjoy any amount of sunlight. And,

Two: On a terrible morning like this one, it feels unfair that there aren't any dramatic thunder storms.

The bell rings on the cafe door as you walk in, causing you to wince as you pull down your sunglasses.

Thank god for the low lighting of these cafes.

You rub your brow, eyes scanning the menu above the bar. Some caffeine should do you good, at least with your headache.

But when you spot him, tucked away at a table, tapping his foot, all that aching pain seems to fall to your subconscious. Before you can meet eyes, you look away, forcing yourself to re-read the menu and blink away your tears.

You face the inevitable when you put in your order, turning to walk towards Waruck. He’s locked his gaze into the wood grain of the table, his large body hunched up and small, like he wants to sink into the shadows. He looks like shit, with large bags under his eyes and a nervous tension in his face.

He startles when you pull out a chair, sitting down across from him, but quickly curls back into his ball of shame. He looks so guilty, a small part of you wants to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright.

You punch away that part of you with a baseball bat.

“Why did you flirt with her?”

Waruck says nothing. He looks at you with his tired eyes, big and racked with guilt.

I don’t know. They whisper.

Your fingers dig into your jeans, anger boiling up and through your nerves.

That’s not a good enough answer.

“Were you,” You suck in a breath, trying to control your volume, “Were you going to sleep with her? If I hadn’t called you, would you have-”

“No!” Waruck nearly shouts, shaking the table as his knees bang against the bottom, but he recoils once he sees the way you flinch. “No, I wasn’t going to.”

Those pesky tears press against your eyelids once more. You can feel your nails digging indents into your thighs.

“I don’t know if I can believe that.” You whisper, failing to catch the crack in your voice.

Waruck’s brow furrows as he nervously chews his bottom lip. He tries to meet your gaze, but you seem to look right through him.

“I know.” Waruck sighs, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

There's a tenuous silence; Waruck tries to find the words to fix things while you focus on the details of the cafe walls, examining every nook and cranny as you try not to sob.

“I-I understand if you don’t trust me. I understand if you hate me, or you want to break up. But please, please know that I love you, and that I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been kicking myself over flirting with that girl because I love you so fucking much. I-”

You hold up your hand, stopping Waruck in his tracks. He realizes how loud he’s been talking and that people are beginning to stare. He huddles back into his corner, tucking his hands into his lap. You let out a long breath. Waruck takes the risk and looks up.

When his eyes finally meet yours, he realizes just how sad you look. A treacherous tear has begun falling down your cheek, sending a lightning bolt of remorse into Waruck’s chest.

You take in another deep breath, wiping away the tear with the back of your hand. You look at Waruck, exhausted.

“I don’t,” You falter, but catch yourself, “I don’t want to break up with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

Waruck nods, fiddling with his fingers.

“Of course, I get it-”

“I’m not done.” Waruck quickly shuts his mouth. “You hurt me, Waruck. Hurt me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget. So I need time. Time before I can even see you again without thinking,” You hiccup, but this time you let the wave of emotion hit you, full force. “Without thinking about that night.”

A lady calls out your order, but neither of you makes a move. You sit in each other's presence, trying to wrap yourselves around the mess of emotions, trying to read the others mind without seeming too obvious.

You both sit here, in the presence of something that's been broken, damaged in a way that’s cut the heart of your chest and slams them on the table. There’s a crack that runs down between you two, inching open more and more with each breath.

But somehow, somehow, you both think you have a chance of fixing it.

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comphersjost · 4 years

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More Than This ➸ Mikko Rantanen

its 3 am and i couldnt wait to post this. its self indulgent, all of it

You have a thing for bigger guys. And Mikko, well, he takes notice.

word count: 3.9k+

warnings: slight angst? if you squint, reader cant get off, size kink (obviously), smut, thigh riding, mutual pining if you squint, sorta best friend!jt

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You didn't know how you let JT talk you into letting him swipe through your Bumble account. And you definitely don't know how he managed to get you to let him do it while displaying your phone on his Apple TV. And what you absolutely, totally, completely did not know, was how you let him keep going when Ryan, EJ, Gabe, Mikko, Naz and some of the wives and girlfriends arrived at his and Josty’s shared apartment.

You'd known JT for years, so your dating life wasn't exactly a new subject for you. Besides, it had seemed fun at the time, the group of you lounging around the living room as JT swipes through Bumble for you.

“Hey what about this guy? He's cute!” Gabe says. JT scrolls through the guy’s profile.

“Wait,” you said, stopping him from scrolling any further. “6’4? Swipe right.”

The group erupts into laughter at your words, though you were being completely serious. JT swipes right anyways without scrolling through the rest of “Andy”’s profile, the group cheering as you match. You lock eyes with Mikko, completely by accident, and the dark look in his eyes tells you he knows something you don't. He stands, announcing he's going to get a drink from the kitchen, but you don't miss the smirk tugging at his lips as you gulp, your eyes travel up his hulking frame.

Your attention is pulled away by Naz saying something about a guy’s bio being “ultimate douchebag vibes”, and that’s when you decide it's been enough. You snatch your phone back from JT, disconnecting from the screen mirroring despite the protests around you.

“You guys have snooped into my dating life enough,” you laugh, “All thanks to Comph here, but that’s enough, seriously.”

With a grumble, the group relents, allowing the conversation to progress past “6’4? Swipe right.”

You were staring again.

You knew it too. You also knew that if you didn't stop soon - like, now - you were gonna get caught. Again. Just as a thought goes through your head, you feel an elbow digging into your side.

“If you want to fuck him, just shoot your shot.” You turn to glare at Ashley, finally tearing your eyes away from the blonde brute on the other side of the bar. You reach over to smack JT with the back of your hand as he starts laughing.

“Fuck off, dude,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Even if I wanted to - which I don't, by the way - I couldn't.”

“Says who?” JT says incredulously. “Besides, don't you have a thing for big dudes?” As your oldest friend of the group (though he wasn't always your friend for as long as you've known him, he was your brother’s friend from college before you moved to Denver), JT had the most shit to talk.

“Says my contract with your team, Jimothy.” The ginger grimaces at the nickname, but lets it slide, opting out of his usual reaction of punching the guys in the arms when they called him that. Instead he laughs again at your defensive expression and your avoidance of his question, turning to call the rest of the guys back to your table. Your glare intensifies as he gives you a shit-eating grin.

“Technically you don't know that it says that. What's the worst that could happen, Y/N?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner that was so unlike him. Drunk JT was the worst you thought. “I'm sure he’d be down for a -” he pauses dramatically “night of passion.”

You gag at the way he says it, at the same time you here an accented voice say.

“Who wants a night of passion?”

You tense, not having realized the rest of the team had actually come back so quickly. You force yourself to relax and paint a playful smile on your face, turning to look at the Fin.

“Nothing, Jimothy’s just being stupid as usual,” you say dryly, scooting over as Mikko motions for you to move further in the booth. You pretend not to notice Ashley’s shit-eating grin as Naz rolls his eyes at her antics. Luckily no one at the table says anything incriminating before the boys start up a new conversation.

In the chaos you almost don't notice Mikko stretching, placing an arm behind you on the booth. But you do notice, and it makes you stiffen. Mikko feels your body go rigid, glancing down at you with a confused pout. He leans down for a moment until his mouth is by your ear.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs as his hand drops to caress your shoulder in what you guessed was supposed to be a comforting manner.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” you lie easily, avoiding his gaze. “Just a little on edge.”

If it was possible his voice lowers, making you strain to hear him. “Just relax.” And - that really doesn't help, heat settling in your gut at the words.

“Actually -” you say abruptly, finally meeting his eyes for the first time that night, “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m just not feeling it.”

You can see Ashley watching you closely from the corner of your eye, but you don't turn to look at her. Instead you raise an eyebrow expectantly, motioning for Mikko to get up out of the booth so you could leave. He looks surprised by your sudden desire to leave - lips parted in confusion and what you thought was a hint of hurt.

With a reluctant look on his face, Mikko slides out of the booth, stepping aside to let you slip past. You send a quick wave to the table, and after a brief goodbye, head towards the exit to wait for your Uber. You assumed Mikko sat back down as you walked away, so it surprised you when you heard Mikko call after you just as you'd begun to walk towards the curb.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Your step falters for a moment as you glance over your shoulder, pausin to let Mikko catch up with you. He reaches for you for a moment, before pulling back.

“Are you okay? Seriously.”

And like, you hate the concern in his voice. Stupid you think. Stupid accent and stupid pouty lips and stupid -

Your thoughts are interrupted by Mikko repeating your name, softer this time, as he takes a step closer to you. Your breath hitches at you stare at him towering over you, trying to force yourself to think of anything other than how his massive hands would feel on your body.

“Yeah,” you finally choke out, taking a step backwards towards your waiting Uber. “Yeah, I’m good, just - I'm just tired and have a lot on my plate right now.”

You're reaching for the door before he can respond, barely catching his faint “Text me when you get home safe!” before the door is closed. You pretend not to hear him. The driver glances at you in the mirror quizzically, seemingly wanting to ask how you left Mikko Rantanen outside of a bar without so much as a goodbye, but thinks better of it, turning up the soft music on the radio as he begins the drive towards your apartment.

You feel drained when you finally get home, showering and changing into more comfortable clothes as quickly as you can before crawling into bed. Your thoughts drift to Mikko as you close your eyes, the heat in your gut from before returning. You consider taking care of yourself, but considering you haven't been able to get off in weeks, the idea seems even more exhausting, so you let sleep overtake you.

“You didn't text me.”

You glance up from your laptop to see Mikko standing in the aisle of the plane, his eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown.

“What?” you say dumbly, you stare up at him, forcing your attention away from one of his enormous hands as it curls around the back of the seat in front of you. You only succeed in noticing his thighs in his basketball shorts, the chiseled muscles making your mouth go dry.

“When you left yesterday,” he clarifies, pulling your gaze away from his thighs. “I told you to text me when you got home safe.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

You're taken aback by irritation in his tone - and slightly offended. Who was he to be annoyed with you?

“Well, I was really tired, so…” you trail off, eyes falling back to your laptop screen. You hope he takes it as an end to the conversation, and luckily, he does.

You feel bad for being short with him, but JT and Ashley’s teasing from the night before - and, let’s face it, from months before - was getting to you. You can't help but watch Mikko’s back as he retreats, heading back to the front of the plane where he usually sat.

You see him slump in his seat, blonde curls barely visible over the backrest, and a pang of guilt shoots through you. It’s gone the moment you catch JT’s eye, flipping him off as he grins knowingly, before shaking your head and focusing on your work.

You didn't have time to lust over Mikko. Not when you had the job that needed your complete focus.

The flight is short, and you arrive in Edmonton faster than you thought you would. You try to ignore Mikko’s burning stare as the players and staff exit the plane, trying your best to tune into the animated story Josty was telling JT.

You breathe a sigh of relief once you close the door to your hotel room, finally relaxing for the first time all day. The game wasn't until tomorrow, so you knew you had time to do what you wanted - which was absolutely nothing.

And nothing you did, lounging around in your room watching Netflix and declining an offer from JT to go out with, well, everyone. It didn't help that you knew Mikko and Mark’s room was directly next to yours, but as you heard the chaos of a group of 30 grown men, and then some, heading out for the night, you relaxed a little more.

An idea pops into your head when the noise finally fades, your hands slipping further down your body to rest above your shorts. You were tense, and needed release - desperately. You give in to yourself, slipping your fingers under your shorts and panties, gasping as your fingers slide through your folds. You're already wet, sensitive from not having been able to cum in weeks.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as your fingertips find your clit, rubbing gently to work yourself up. You can't help the noises that escape your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet, but easing up when you remembered that everyone had gone out.

Your breath quickens as you rub tight, fast circles on your cunt, your back arching. Your other hand finds your breast through your thin t-shirt, pulling and pinching at your nipple. The added sensation makes you moan loudly into the empty room.

Your hand moves faster and faster in your panties as you pinch your nipple roughly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to keep yourself quiet - just in case.

You're so so close, you can feel it. Your orgasm is right there, and it feels endless as you chase it. You move the hand that's playing with your breasts down to slip under your panties, sinking two fingers into your pussy. Your back arches even more at the feeling, whines escaping you now even with your lip between your teeth. You just - you need something to push you over the edge into you euphoria but -

“Fuck!” you sob, your body collapsing back onto your bed as your hands cease their movements. You draw your hands out of your shorts, repeating “Fuck”, before resigning to the fact that you just can't cum. Tears slip down your cheeks as you attempt to catch your breath. It ached, how bad you needed to cum but you just couldn't. So you give up on, trying to find anything else to focus on. Only hours later did you find yourself falling into a restless sleep.

The knock on your door makes you jump, the sound echoing in your empty apartment. You frown as you think Who the fuck is here this late? You'd only just gotten home and settled from your trip to Edmonton, finally relaxing on your couch with Netlix already pulled up and ready to browse through. You're so caught up in wondering who could be at your door that another three heavy knocks sound at the door.

Impatient much? you think bitterly as you make your way to the door.

You nearly slam it shut again when you see who's on the other side.

“Mikko,” you say, a questioning tone to your voice. “What are you-”

“I heard you.” His words are abrupt, cutting your sentence off. You frown, not understanding what he means. You step aside to let him come in, and he doesn't hesitate before sweeping into your apartment, slipping his shoes off and taking a seat at your couch.

You raise your eyebrows at Mikko’s boldness as you come to stand in front of him, about to ask him to clarify what exactly it was he heard, before he answers the question for you.

“Last night. In Edmonton.”

Your blood runs cold, but his voice lowers, thick with intention.

“I could hear you, when you couldn't cum.”

“I - I -” you stutter for a moment, “I thought everyone went out last night.”

It's not a denial of what Mikko said, and he knows it.

“I stayed behind,” he says simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes are dark, and you can't bring yourself to look away, no matter how badly you wanted to.

“I…” You flush under his gaze, somehow both absolutely mortified by him hearing you, and curious to see what he would say. “And you're telling me this because…?”

Mikko is silent for a few moments, mulling over his words. “Let me help you,” he finally says, his voice low and husky. “Let me help you cum.”

You can't help the way you gasp, the desperation from the night before flaring up again.

“Mikko I don't-”

“Think it's a good idea?” he finishes, his hands coming to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. “I don't care. I want...I want you. I want this. I want to help you.”

“Mikko…”

You sound uncertain but he knows you've already made up your mind. You let out a yelp as he tugs you roughly into his lap, smashing his lips into yours. A moan escapes you immediately, god he was incredible. Mikko is big, he's so big that one of his arms wraps itself almost completely around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face, nearly covering half of it. You feel small in his lap, and you love it.

His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, coaxing small noise from you as you grip his shoulders. It was better than you could have ever imagined, the way he bites your bottom lip and tugs back on it with a smile. You whine again as his giant hand falls to your ass, flexing over the flesh and squeezing.

He pushes against your ass, guiding you to rock against him. You tear your lips away from him, head falling to his shoulder at the friction. Your brain is fried, unable to think of anything but the behemoth of a man in front of you.

“God he's so painfully my type” you remember telling your friend when you first moved to Denver. You didn't tell her why. You didn't tell her it was because of his size. You didn't tell her it was because he was over a foot taller than you. And you definitely didn't tell her it was because you wanted him to use that size to his advantage with you.

And use it he did, moving your body the way he wants against him as you whimper pathetically. Mikko maneuvers you so that you're seated on one of his massive thighs, your leggings doing next to nothing to provide a barrier between your cunt and his thigh.

“Please,” you find yourself whining before you can stop yourself. The pressure of his leg against your clit makes you giddy, unable to think of anything but more more more. Mikko’s hand on your ass guides you, rocking your hips against him as the other caresses your hair.

“That's it,” he spurs you on, accent thickening as he moves you, “Just like that, good girl. Feels good doesn't it?”

You whimper again and nod against his neck, moving your hips even as he guides you. The friction feels delicious against your cunt, and you can already feel your orgasm building up. Mikko murmurs soft words of encouragement as you rut against him, the tent in his sweatpants growing tighter as more noises escape your throat.

Logically, you knew Mikko’s size would likely match the size of his cock but - nothing could have prepared you for what you felt against your thigh as you rocked harder into him. His cock was straining against his sweats, thick and heavy as you pushed against him.

Mikko’s hand disappears from your ass for a moment, before coming down again with a rough smack. You jolt at the sting and cry out as it only brings you closer to the edge. Your hand curls around his neck, your face smushed into his shoulder with his other hand cradling the back of your head.

“Please, Mikko, please!” you sob into his t-shirt, so fucking close to release. You were desperate, strings of curses and his name and “pleasepleaseplease” the only words leaving your mouth. He coos gently at your desperation, bouncing his leg slightly to give you more friction.

“I've got you, rakas,” (beloved) he murmurs lowly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You're close aren't you?”

“Mhm.” Your voice comes out whiny, but you could really care less, too caught up in chasing your orgasm to care how you sounded. “Mik - Mikko, please, please.”

“That’s it,” he repeats, the hand that was cradling your head disappearing, only to come down on your ass sharply. A sob is ripped from your throat as you wind your hand into his hair and pull. “Come on, there you go, are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes yes yesyesyes,” you babble, frantic as you seek your high.

“Cum for me, rakas,” Mikko growls. “I want you to cum for me.”

The filthy, commanding tone he uses is enough to send you over the edge, throwing you into white-hot ecstasy as you finally - finally - achieve the release you've been craving. You're faintly aware of the scream you let out, and the tears slipping down your cheeks, but you're too focused on the pleasure you're feeling to be embarrassed - or even care, for that matter.

Mikko holds you tight to his body as you begin to regain consciousness, rocking you slower and slower against his thigh until he stops, tugging you so that you straddle his lap instead. You're hyper aware of his cock pressing against your thigh, achingly hard.

“You did so well,” he purrs, peppering your neck with soft, wet kisses. “You did so fucking good, you're so beautiful when you cum for me.” You whine at the words, finally finding the strength to lift your heavy head from his shoulder.

“Sorry I ruined your shirt,” you snivel, gasping out a sob when another tremor wracks your body. Mikko pulls you back into his chest, chuckling softly.

“That's alright, suloinen asia. (sweet thing) You did so good for me.”

Mikko strokes your hair softly as your sobs slow to a stop, holding you tightly to him to build you back up where he shattered you. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as his fingers caress you, the heat radiating from him lulling you into a daze.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly, curling your hand around the back of his head. You pull back softly to look at him, and you can't help but revel in what you see. Mikko’s cheeks are pink, his lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes are blown wide with lust. He stares up at you in admiration, smiling almost shyly at your gratitude.

“Y/N I - fuuuck,” Mikko’s words are cut off when you rock your hips against his aching cock, his hands flying to your waist. “What are you - oh - Y/N - shit -”

“Please?” you mewl softly, pouting softly at his reprimanding stare.

“Stop that,” he groans, his head tilting back slightly in pleasure. Whether he's talking about your pout or the way you were grinding on him - who knows.

“Please?” you repeat, smiling triumphantly when his hands on your waist push you a little harder against his dick.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah, yeah, okay, one condition.”

“Mhm,” you hum, too distracted with roaming your eyes over Mikko’s chest and arms to pay attention.

“Hey.” Mikko grabs your face between two fingers, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to look at him. You stop breathing for a moment, his grip on your face unrelenting as you wait for him to tell you his condition. “My condition,” he says, “is that I want more than just this. Let me take you on a date. And no more swiping right on any other big guys on dating apps.”

His words catch you by surprise, and you laugh loudly. Mikko lets go of your face when you do, watching you throw your head back joyfully. He's confused for a moment, but accepts your kiss, smiling against your mouth as you giggle against his.

“Is that a yes?” he murmurs between kisses.

“It's a hell yes,” you smile brightly, leaning into to steal another.

“Great, now can I fuck you over the back of this couch and make you cum again or what?”

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Reflecting Light - Chapter Twenty Two.

My lovelies! I’m so sorry this is late, my other half and I have been out all day, heading to the other side of the country, in fact! Better late than never though, eh? ;)

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Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

“Oh man. I missed this,” Sy exclaimed, flopping face first down onto his comfortable bed, briefly sitting up again to pull Naz down with him. Home for the first time in almost four years. It felt good, even though he’d only be staying for a week before heading to Virginia.

“So, what are our plans for today, now I’ve been given the house tour?” she asked, stroking his broad back.

“Sleep, it’s early still, after all. You twenty-seven-year olds have way too much sexual energy, even for me. I’m fucking exhausted and my dick hurts.” While in Vermont, they’d enjoyed themselves greatly, not really leaving their hotel room much in the first few days that followed their marriage. However, having sex up to five times a day took its toll eventually.

“Well, that’s what you get for having a wife eight years younger than you. But come on, you speak like you’re an old man when you’re only thirty-five,” she told him, climbing astride his legs and lifting his t shirt, beginning to kiss her way up his spine. “You have plenty of energy.”

“One time, and then I’m sleeping!” he exclaimed, turning beneath her and undoing her jeans as she pulled off her top, his hand pushing inside them as they began to kiss heatedly. Naz might have been just as sore as he was, but hell, she needed him. He was absolutely nothing short of sexually addictive, their chemistry together stronger than anything.

“God damnit, I’m getting denim burns on my knuckles trying to get inside these. Take ‘em off!” he finally exclaimed after fighting against her skinny jeans, the latter winning.

Naz giggled, getting off the bed and removing the offending item of clothing, everything else too before climbing back on top of him, pulling his t shirt off and kissing the side of his neck, a soft moan leaving her mouth as his fingers pushed inside her.

He curled them over, raking them against her firmly, his mouth finding hers as she unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out, working him until he was fully rigid and heavy within her hand. She throbbed for him, gasping when he moved his hand in such a way that his palm rubbed her clit as he continued to finger fuck her.

There was no gradual build needed, both craving one another so much that any elongated foreplay simply wasn’t desired, Naz stripping him out of the rest of his clothes before moving back astride him, guiding his cock within her with a satisfied sigh.

“Fuck, that pussy is so tight and wet, baby,” he grunted as she squeezed around him, rolling her hips against him in firm, focused movements while kissing his chest.

“Me and my magmatic little cunt are glad we please you so much,” she told him playfully, Sy laughing quietly, whispering ‘I love you’ before his mouth met hers, hands grasping her ass as he began to move beneath her in perfect sexual sync.

Pushing up off of him, gasping when his remaining inches filled her to the hilt, she rode him steadily to begin with, establishing a rhythm that had them both moaning in bliss, nerve endings tingling, hands stroking, Sy moving up beneath her to catch her nipples between his teeth.

“No. Down boy,” she told him firmly, pushing him back to the bed.

“Oh, so she’s forceful today, hmm?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“You can’t be boss everywhere, scorpion,” she quipped, licking her lip and winking at him.

“I think I’m prepared to let you take charge here, Mrs S.” He told her, groaning as his hands bracketed her waist, watching his glistening cock appear and disappear a little more rapidly as she upped the pace atop him.

All became wild, uncontained and sinfully heated, chasing their releases with gusto before tipping into the beauty of utter nirvana, Sy pulling the covers over them and gladly falling asleep soon after. It was only a little past 5am, he could stay in bed at least until noon before trying to get back into a regular schedule.

Naz, however, slept for four hours and then decided to go and buy some groceries, promising her still half-asleep husband she’d be careful with his truck before driving out to the nearest Wallmart. If he’d been fully awake and comprehending, he probably wouldn’t have allowed her to use it, so she left in a hurry before he could change his mind.

Unlike most of regiment, he lived off base about ten minutes from Fort Hood, Naz driving past it on her way to buy the groceries. It was huge, much bigger than she’d expected.

“Fuck! Don’t dent the baby, don’t dent the baby!” she cursed after turning right and almost having another car whom she’d cut up drive into her. Being behind the wheel wasn’t something that came naturally to her, she was often clumsy. The word oops could be uttered anything up to three or four times in the space of a twenty-minute drive.

She managed to get back in one piece though, actually really enjoying driving a vehicle so big and powerful, Sy making her laugh by immediately checking his beloved GMC Sierra for scratches as soon as she pulled into the driveway, frowning at her in a comical way.

“You took advantage of me being half asleep and still all sexually bamboozled, stealing my baby!” he told her, taking one of two of the grocery bags she held.

“We needed food and I needed a pedicure. Besides, the truck is fine. It’s much easier to drive than it looks,” she commented as they headed inside.

“That doesn’t mean I’m gon’ let you!” he shouted playfully. True to his word, he insisted she remain firmly in the passenger seat for the entire two-and-a-half-hour drive to Eastland to visit his family the following day.

While he drove, hand idly stroking her thigh, Naz kicked off her flip flops got comfortable, resting one foot on the open window as she read Factotum, a book Sy had loaned to her by Charles Bukowski. In two hours, she’d read half of it, her reading rate impressive to him as ever.

Another thing he loved about her was that she could do that at all, just happily read while sharing silence with him, allowing him to concentrate on the road ahead. Other women in his past had felt the need to talk his ear off during a long road trip, but Naz sat there quietly, only speaking every so often and otherwise happily engrossed in the book.

“I’m suddenly very nervous,” she spoke as they turned into the long, paddock lined driveway that lead to the Syverson family homestead. Mares and foals quietly grazed in the summer sun, swishing their tails happily, a picture of serenity. It was far from how she was feeling.

“Why? They’ll love you,” he reassured her, squeezing her leg affectionately.

“They’re the first people we’re going to tell about getting married! I know we didn’t think it was too soon, but I’m certain others will. Why don’t you think I haven’t told my mom and dad yet? Oh gosh, I need to breathe,” she stated, starting to panic.

“Naz, calm down, baby. Even if they do think it’s too quick, it’s done now and to be frank, it ain’t anyone else’s business but ours, is it? It’d be nice if everyone thought the same as we do, but like you said, others likely will think we married too soon after five months.

“Let ‘em think that, we’re both adults, capable of making our own decisions and we made the right one. Now, are you ready to go in, or do I have to hold your hair while you throw up?”

His joke made her laugh, not realising that somewhere in his calming reply they’d actually come to a stop outside of the huge ranch. Wow. She thought her parent’s spacious abode was big; this place was easily twice the size.

“Okay, I think I’m ready,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“Well, you need to be. Because I have an incoming Lucy,” he replied as he got out of the truck, referring to his immediate younger sister, her scream becoming more audible as she ran from the front step to jump into her brother’s arms.

The other siblings she knew to be named Stephanie, Lauren, Grace and Cameron all piled out soon after, followed by his mom and dad, greeting him warmly while Naz hung back, wanting him to reunite with his family.

“Oh my god, James brought a girl home!” Lucy then exclaimed before bounding over to her. “Hey, oh wow, you’re so pretty! I love your earrings! I’m Lucy, welcome!” she greeted her enthusiastically, giving her a hug. Sy was right; Lucy was full of sunshine.

“Son, how on earth have you even had chance to meet a new girl?” his father asked as Naz walked over, Sy wrapping his arm around her.

“We met in Syria eight months ago, she works for the CIA as a translator. Everyone, this is Nazanin. My wife.”

“Your what?” his mom immediately shouted, making Naz shrink into Sy a little.

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you all.” Naz offered, noting that if his mom’s face was affronted at learning the news of his marriage, hearing her new daughter in law’s accent definitely threw her through a loop she wasn’t expecting. There was an uncomfortable silence that followed, the Syverson family all a little shocked before Sy’s dad shook himself and stepped forward.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry! It’s just a little shocking to hear, not seeing my boy for almost four years and then he comes back with a wife! I’m Mitch, great to meet you, hon. Come on in, let me fix you with a drink. It’s damned hot as the devil’s ass out here!”

Sy breathed a sigh of relief at the fact his dad, jovial and going with the flow as ever was quick to make Naz feel welcome, but frowned a little at the way his mom was looking at him. He sensed, as he would discover, that this would be where the first problem for he and his new wife would arise.

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tiernamente · 4 years

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Hello! 💫✨💛 This is the love bot! I am here to ask you to describe your mutuals as your favorite things/feelings! Spread some love during these tough times 💛✨💫 Then send this to 10 people and keep the love going 💛

This is gonna be a long list cause I have a lot of love to share!🥺💖💖💖

@chaylani nerdy memorabilia, cuddles with my pets (Benji and Mochi) & good morning messages

Elle, my love, my adorable dork, my one and only. Am I writing a love poem? (maybe) I remember when you first messaged me and we realized that we’re both really nerdy. We’ve bonded over our shared interests which resulted in our strong bond. I trusted you instantaneously and you make me all soft which is why I can’t see my life without you now.

@khaleesionjupiter my obsession of plushies, blankets & mugs

My baby! Whenever I receive a message from you, I get this instant feeling of wanting to hug you and protect you. Nothing can stop us from fulfilling our evil mad scientists plans. You crack me up and make me smile so fast that it’s crazy. Thank you for being you.

@do-you-know-bts deep talks with friends & warm cups of coffee

Helena, we both now that our sleep schedules suck but at 4am the thoughts just come rolling out. I’m glad to have someone who understands the bad moments just as much as the good. You give me comfort even if you give me a heart attack from all the 2seok content. (Keep it coming please!)

@shadowdevilsslayer nature/landscape photography & fresh baked goods

I know you hate the name but I love seeing Abi’s adventures (even if it’s the same path). I enjoy seeing nature’s beauty in any shape or form and you live in a place that’s surrounded by green!!!!!! You may be more reserved but your caring nature shines through. Thank you for being that mom friend we need.

@zamisriza-the-resurrection board game nights with friends

Zami!!!!! You’re so adorable and funny. Your love for Jungkook makes me all types of soft. You’re just like during a game night, were things start off calm but get chaotic as time progresses. I love that about you!

@glossyvante oranges, mangoes, watermelons & strawberries!

Lovely Mica! You’re such a sweet soul just like my favorite fruits haha. Thank you for letting me get some sneak peaks of your story. (I hope I get to see more of your works soon!) Also thanks for dealing with my crackhead snaps because I’m such a dummy.

@alittlesugaorspice tea & biscuits (this opportunity was too good, sorry!)

The absolute best person to roast Helena with me! Thank you Li for putting us all together. You make me laugh so hard when we’re on a call and you have such funny stories to share. You’re gonna be an amazing veterinarian!

@d-rex03 blasting music in my room & having my own jam session

Querida, you already know I love you so so so much! You’re the cutest little bean and I enjoy sending you random Yoongi related posts. You two are so similar that it makes sense why you love him. (But I still love you more!) Te quiero muchisimo chapina!

@dreamyeyes26 watching my favorite youtubers/random videos online

Naz! I love speaking with you when I get the chance to because you’re so calming and comforting (just like the videos I watch haha). You make me happy just by being there. I hope you continue to take care of yourself and I love you!

@ahh–lexia daydreaming with headphones in during a road trip

The homieeee Lex! I love how we’re both so damn loud. That crackhead energy really makes itself known. You’re easy to talk to and laugh with. I love seeing your creative side because it’s really cool!

@hobissunshiness the feeling of starting a new book/show/series

You’re like a breath of fresh air Sofie. I love reading the stories you come up with or hearing about your ideas. Your mind is so powerful and I want to encourage all of your ideas (even if some of them are cursed).

@napofamikrokosmos learning random facts about things

I found it super funny when I realized how we just have random knowledge about things. Google who? I only know Sam. You get super passionate about stuff and I absolutely love that about you. Keep doing what you’re doing sweetie!

@billie-harper discovering new music & getting obsessed with the artist

I love seeing your posts because I’ll notice we’ll share a lot of similar interests. It’s really exciting to see how much we have in common. You’re really kind and I would love to talk to you more. (Suho’s album is TOO GOOD FOR WORDS!)

@jayhoee creating handmade gifts for my friend’s birthdays

The meme queen Kaite! I love how we got into bts at the same time and that we both haven't been to a concert (freaking corona ruining our time to shine). Keep those memes coming Kaite. They're essential in this time of need.

@liamgayllagher the smell of my mom’s cooking/any home cooked meal

My twin! You're such an extreme version of me and that's saying something. I love how enthusiastic and loud you can get over things you love. Please continue that and I enjoy all the lovely messages you send me.

@the-assembly-call receiving memes from friends on social media

Overalls!!!!! You're so smol and cute and you make me laugh alot with your memes. You're a wonderful human being and I'm glad to have met you.

@dearmyxing soundtracks, soundtracks, soundtracks! (games/movies/etc.)

The Queen when it comes to being a fangirl. I bow to you and respect you. You’re so damn cool to talk to Mary Jane. Thank you for being so awesome. Also, I promise I’ll get around to watching the prodigal son. If not, just yell at me until I do.

@jxnaexo warm hugs, smiles & laughs

Nana! Like I've said before, you're so wholesome and caring and considerate about everyone. You care so much about us and I couldn't be more grateful to have you as a friend. I will fight anyone for you!

@soondaengie finding bright clothing with cool patterns

Omg kiddo you make me laugh so much because of the theories you have or the stories you share. You're bright and passionate and so cute!

@uibout tiramisu & coffee ice cream

This is a cop out because I actually do love tiramisu! You made me wheeze when you sent me those drunk posts. I'll always be your dweeb. (I love you Logan. Also, you jerk you didn't tell me you switched your url, I had to search for you!)

@gukssunshine that feeling of solving homework problems correctly

I love that we can complain about school to each other. You’re so honest and sweet with me and I love you so much Tanya. I love your energy when you talk about random things.

@zombiewerewolfqueen earrings, eyeshadow palettes, nail polish art

I have basic lobe earrings but yours looked so cool when you showed it to me. I don’t do makeup myself but I enjoy seeing the colors and designs people will do. Similar to that, I love seeing how creative you are with your writing even if I don’t understand the context.

@kiwipitupandstir winning on mario kart

You're such a cool person and I absolutely love seeing your posts on my feed. I wish you the best bud. Stay true and stay cool.

@notreyoon flowers, gardens, all aesthetically pleasing things

Ah yes the superior Leslie, you’re just as precious as yoongles. Whenever I see your blog I'm like, how is a human this stunning?!?!?! Like girl, show me your secrets! Sending you my love!

@clickclacktothemangmang museums/observatories/spontaneous adventures

I miss you my fellow funky little Hobi lover. It was so nice to talk to you about the random things bts would be releasing last year or the shows they were doing. You're so adorable and I hope you continue to shine bright!

@majestikblue listening to stories about people/life (post secret/humans of new york/etc.)

Ah yes my taegi buddy. Thank you for showing me post secret because I haven't been the same since. I love stories and you encouraged that. Continue to yell about taegi to me and I will continue to yell about 2seok to you.

@galaxiejoon going to bed after a long day

My fellow nam2seok enthusiast. Unfortunately, we don’t talk much but whenever I see your tags on posts, I crack up so hard. You’re so relatable so just keep doing what you’re doing bud.

I love you all! And to all of my other mutuals I haven’t had the chance to talk to, please know that I love you too! I promise I’m nice????

🥺🥺💕💕😘😘 sending y'all my love

#Anonymous #phew this took a long time #sorry for spelling errors #I did not proofread #but yeah these peeps are great just fyi #love them lots!#mutual cutie pies #asks

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Starting Over | Naz Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: History

Fandom: The Night Of (HBO)

Words: 1008

A/N: Been listening to First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes on repeat while writing this, craving some former best friends to best friends again to potential lovers.

Naz stood at the front gate of a familiar house, his jacket zipped halfway despite the frigid New York cold. He wanted to feel the cold. He also knew that waiting outside would make the rumors worse, especially since he was not completely proven innocent of that murder than seemed to feel like it was yesterday yet also years ago at the same time.

“Naz?” you called out curiously, climbing out of the taxi.

He turned around and offered you a small smile, maintaining his distance. He wasn’t sure where your stance was with him no matter how deep your history with him is. You went to middle school together and had been inseparable best friends until college, when your busy lives separated the two of you. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t tried to keep in touch. He blamed himself for the rift that forced itself between you and worried that his ordeal had made it worse.

You broke out into a smile, fast walking to stand in front of him. You raised your hands, then hesitated. “Is it okay if I hug you?” you asked.

Naz nodded slowly, confused. Once he gave you permission, you wrapped your arms around him tightly and sighed in relief. He was still tense, not used to this kind of treatment after what he had been through, but there was still a smile that made its way to his lips again.

“I was so worried about you,” you said, “I wanted to stop by to see your folks but I was afraid that I was overstepping their boundaries. You’re so cold, do you wanna come inside?”

You withdrew yourself and reached out to grab his hand. Naz shook his head, stepping back.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said. “All of New York knows what happened the last time I was invited into a house late at night.”

“It’s none of the entirety of New York’s business whether I invite you in or not. You make it sound like you’re a vampire. You don’t have to come in, but know that you’re welcomed to stop by,” you said. “Just call me before you do.”

“I don’t have your number.”

You pulled out a pen from your bag, rifling through for a piece of paper before giving up. You grabbed Naz’s arm and wrote down your number on his wrist. When you were done, he stared down at it, wondering whether he should wash it off once he gets home. He wasn’t counting on actually bumping into you tonight. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to face you. Now that you’re here, would it be best to save you the heartache and burn his bridge completely?

He looked up and found you staring at him, that familiar smile still on your face. He didn’t realize how often you had given that smile to him until he lost it. You stepped forward and zipped up his jacket all the way up.

“It’s getting late,” you said sadly.

Those three words, the way you said them, made his throat tightened. He cleared his throat, looking around at the neighborhood before kicking a small pebble off the sidewalk. Why were you still kind to him after what he had done and what people thought he had done? It was one of the things about you that frustrated him. He deserved your anger, but you weren’t giving it to him.

You forced out a short laugh and sniffed. “Can’t ruffle your hair anymore,” you tried to joke.

Naz rubbed his shaved head, his hair reaching the prickly phase and lightly scratched his palm. “It’ll grow back.”

“Then, you have to come back when it does,” you said.

He opened his mouth, then shook his head with a smile. “I guess I do. If you want me to.”

“Of course, Nazzy.”

You stuck out a hand and waited expectantly. Naz laughed incredulously.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, your grin growing wider as Naz mirrored you. It had been a few years, but the muscle memory was still there. Just like old times, you and Naz did your secret handshake, ending with a fist bump. Naz felt lighter than he had in years, like your radiant energy and burned out some of the dark tendrils that held onto him

You were the first to break away, much to Naz’s dismay that surprised himself. “I’ll see you around, Nazzy. Stay safe.”

“Yeah, maybe you will.”

You made your way towards the small gate, walking in halfway before turning back to Naz. “I really missed you, you know?”

“Didn’t think anyone would miss me after the things I’ve said to you, the things that have happened over the years.”

“That’s in the past. Besides, I was more disappointed that talking it out would have solved our years of grief and… we didn’t.” You walked back to him and rested a hand on his cheek. “There’s pain and pleasure in having someone knowing you better than you know yourself. I think at that time, we were too focused on that pain to fix it.”

Naz sighed. “I’m not the same Nazzy that you knew from high school, (Y/n). A lot has happened. I don’t think we can go back to how things were. I might hurt you.”

“Then, we’ll just have to start over,” you said.

He slowly slid your hand off his face, squeezing it gently, before stepping back once again. “I’ll see you around, (Y/n). Go in first.”

You nodded, walking away slowly. It took a lot of willpower to not turn around for the fear of him disappearing again. You just had to trust that you will see him again. As soon as you were safely inside, Naz started his walk back home. He looked down at your number, digging in his pocket for his phone and saved you in his contacts. His thumb hovered over the call button, but he locked his phone instead.

Maybe it was possible to start over.

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DR Kirigiri Vol. 5 Summary Part I

God, does it feel so nice to back with the characters and storyline that’s arguably my favorite of the franchise.

Let’s get into it, shall we?

So to refresh your memory of DRK4, Yadorigi--seeking revenge for the death of his partner Uosumi in DRK2--solved a case with a bunch of mystery dweebs at an old abandoned school in the mountains and was picked up by Lico via helicopter, Samidare felt up some girls who were tied up in coffins in an abandoned girls’ school, and Kirigiri figured out that Tsutsumi had done a sloppy job of setting up a mystery at the Center for Twin Research which forced him to call her bluff and crash his car off a bridge. Last we left, Babygiri was unconscious and at the mercy of a literal killer.

So clearly we pick back up with Samidare at the girls’ school, because why wouldn’t we?

Honestly, I’m pretty happy with this, since I don’t want the Kirigiri plotline resolved too soon in this book (remember, I need Samidare to think she’s dead for awhile and grieve) and Lico and Yadorigi wasn’t a huge cliffhanger or anything.

Anyway, when we last left Samidare, she had discovered two high school girls tied up in coffins at Libra Girls’ Academy after chasing a black-caped suspect into the room only for them to disappear. The two girls in question are Nada Tsukiyo, a loud-mouthed brat with traditionally Japanese features like long black hair and pale skin, and her friend and classmate Tooakitsu “Naz” Nazuna, the red-headed, bob cut-sporting calm and polite one. Their physical appearances are both supposed to be ironic given their personalities. Another classmate of theirs, Takezaki Hana, was found dead by Samidare right after she woke up.

Chapter 1 The Mania of Existence: Libra Girls’ Academy - Samidare Yui

In this book, Samidare spends a few moments musing over what the hell Ryuuzouji’s true goal is with these cases, which I also want to know about as well since, as I’ve pointed out before, the rules here make no sense from a dude trying to win or even be fair. Samidare remembers a few things that Ryuuzouji said to her in DRK3 when he wanted her to become his apprentice, like how they both hate evil and will do anything to stop it, and how to do the right thing, sacrifices must be made.

Samidare thinks that’s bullshit though. She hates evil, it’s true, especially since her sister’s death, but she’s nothing like Ryuuzouji. His whole “sacrifice is necessary for the greater good” kind of thinking only makes sense if you’re operating on the kind of genius-level a Triple Zero detective would have; to regular old Samidare, she thinks there are better alternatives.

This is actually really interesting, not only because in the last book Yadorigi has that self-introspection moment where he acknowledges that he’s becoming just as bad at the Committee in the name of vengeance. It’s also because there’s that implication that Samidare could have gone to Kibougamine if she’d continued in high jumping/athletics in general, but she chose not to in order to be a detective, which she considers much more fulfilling given the whole sister abduction trauma she’s got going on. It really highlights the whole culture of excellence that the DRverse is subsumed in and I like that DRK is tackling similar issues as the rest of the mainline series but in a more subtle and personal choice-based way.

It makes Samidare kind of like the anti-Hinata in a way--she rejects her natural talents to do something else she feels is right. I just find that fascinating.

Anyway, Samidare suspects that part of the challenge in these twelve cases is to prove that she’s distinctly different from Ryuuzouji in world view, but she’s got to solve the case in front of her before she can do anything else.

While last time Tsukiyo and Nazuna were accusing Samidare of being the one who tied them up, this time they decide to try and figure out what the last thing they remember is. Turns out, both of them remember hopping a taxi to get to school because of bus delays and not wanting to be late to school. Samidare posits that the Committee might have been behind the traffic jams so that they could get both girls into cabs driven by their operatives and bring them here.

Privately, Samidare considers Nazuna a little too calm and rational under the circumstances, which makes her suspicious, but there isn’t much else to go on at this point.

Tsukiyo muses over why anyone would want to kidnap her. Is it because her parents have money? “You’re rich?” Samidare asks, to which Tsukiyo replies that there are richer people around her. Nazuna also reveals that Takezaki, the victim Samidare found when she woke up, was in the lower caste of their class, so it doesn’t make much sense why she’d be targeted. Samidare also muses that shitty cliques between girls are apparently ubiquitous.

Nazuna is also not believing that Takezaki is really dead without seeing a body, but she can’t exactly stroll over to the other room with her hands and feet bound as they are. Tsukiyo demands that Samidare let them free, but the issue is that the key is nowhere to be found. Samidare tells them to be good while she goes to search for a key.

“What else are we going to do? Hurry up. And while you’re out there, look for a bathroom. You’d better not make me hold it,” Tsukiyo adds.

On her way out of the room, Samidare notes a couple of interesting things: first, the door is a sliding door that closes on its own, similar to sliding doors in hospitals; and there’s no sign of a keyhole or locking mechanism. Since the sliding door rail is on the inside of the room, Samidare wonders if maybe the culprit put a bar in to keep the door closed after they ran inside, but there was no sign of anything holding the door open in the room. And it couldn’t be that the caped figure was just holding the door closed, since Samidare was pulling on it the entire time and they wouldn’t have time to hide.

Huh.

The girls start to yell at her to get going already, so Samidare takes stock of the building. There’s the small, round room with the coffins, connected to the larger chapel with a small hallway. Directly across the way is another narrow corridor that leads to the other round room with the corpse where Samidare woke up. At six o’clock there’s the main entrance, boarded up with thick planks Samidare doesn’t think she could pry off by herself. The chapel itself has about twenty pews plus a pulpit and a raised area with a statue of the Virgin Mary on it and a cross on the wall. There’s also two bathrooms, for men and women, each of which have windows, but they’re boarded up as well. There are no windows anywhere else, all the light provided by bulbs set into the walls.

Samidare notes that the building is in a cross shape, which is common in religious buildings (I personally see it more as an upsidedown capital T, but hey.)

The fact that she’s trapped with no phone or any other way to contact the outside world could be worse, Samidare thinks, since they have that check in call thing set up from the last book around midnight, and once she doesn’t check in, the others will come to her aid.

Well, so long as every other detective on this case isn’t ALSO trapped in the Duel Noir venue.

Shit.

Congrats, Samidare! You lasted ten whole pages to start worrying about Kirigiri!

...Was Kirigiri-chan okay?

There probably wasn’t any reason to worry she wouldn’t solve her own case. Then I remembered that something bad might happen to her during her dogged pursuit of truth and started worrying again.

I figured it was stemming from my fear that she might disappear forever someday.

I’d get out of here somehow and Kirigiri-chan and I would go back home to the dorm together.

I needed to hurry up and solve this case.

Oh, I’ve missed you, you big insecure gay disaster.

All this thinking of Kirigiri suddenly has made Samidare remember what she said to her on the train before they parted ways in a melodramatic fashion in the last book--keep an eye on zodiac signs.

Oh yeah, guys, did you forget that Ryuuzouji is a Homestuck? Cause I didn’t.

This causes an issue though, since Tsukiyo’s birthday is July 30th and Nazuna’s is August 21st, which makes neither of them Libras. The victim isn’t a Libra either, so either their student ID cards are forged/incorrect, or none of them is the culprit.

Could it be that the zodiac signs don’t have anything to do with the case? But if Kirigiri has given the theory such serious consideration, Samidare can’t just ignore it.

Trying to figure out where the culprit in the black cape could have gone, Samidare checks under the pulpit at the front of the chapel, but to no avail. She inspects the Mary statue next, only to find that oddly enough this Holy Virgin is sporting some bling...oh no, wait, it’s a key!!

...Too bad the chain is in too small a loop to fit over Mary’s head.

Samidare considers bringing the other two girls into the chapel to the statue, but it would tricky to use the key on such a short chain and such a raised platform on their hands AND feet, so there has to be another way.

Maybe I could get the key if I broke the head off the statue?

There was no way I could do something so blasphemous, though. The Virgin Mary watched over all the students at the school I attended too, so I mentally couldn’t bring myself to break her.

Jesus Christ, Samidare.

Junko: Which will you choose, Yui-san? Kirigiri or this statue of the Virgin Mother? One of them is going into this volcano one way or another.

Samidare: Errrr...

Kirigiri: Onee-sama, are you serious?

Samidare: Leave me alone! I’m thinking!

Anyway, the good news for Samidare’s eternal soul is that there’s a wheeled platform in the corner that she use to transport Mary into the other room with the key.

The only problem is that when she gets back, announcing she has the key, both girls are missing.

Before she has time to process this though, Tsukiyo tackles Samidare to the ground and shouts for Nazuna to steal the key from her. They’re both pretty shocked and upset to see that Samidare doesn’t have a key on her (though good on them for getting back at her for the unsolicited pat down).

“There’s no key? So you lied to us?”

“It wasn’t a lie,” I groaned. “If you hadn’t attacked me like this, I’d have just handed over the key!”

“Quit your complaining, you kidnapper!”

“I’m not a kidnapper!” Of all the things in the world I could be accused of, that was the one thing I wanted to be called least. “I’m a detective!”

I shoved Tsukiyo off of me and stood up. She gazed up at me from the floor, cowering and looking terrified. Nazuna also looked upset, kneeling on the floor.

Dusting off the sleeve of my coat, I adjusted my collar and took a deep breath to collect myself.

“My name is Samidare Yui. I haven’t told you yet, have I? You may not trust me, but...honestly, I still find the two of you pretty suspicious. So let’s keep an eye on each other and call a truce for now. Is that okay?”

The other two nodded silently.

Samidare then uses the key on the Mary statue to free Tsukiyo, who thanks god and does the sign of the cross. After Tsukiyo frees Nazuna, Samidare gives them the reader’s digest version of the situation they’re in and suggests that since Takezaki is already dead but the case isn’t over and they’re still trapped, the two of them aren’t out of the woods yet and could still be targets. They need to prioritize getting out before anything happens to them.

Nazuna requests to see Takezaki’s body for herself, which Tsukiyo doesn’t seem interested in until Nazuna appeals to her by saying they owe it to a fellow classmate.

Samidare leads the way back to the other room, chatting about the chapel and everyone confirming that they haven’t been there before, but the school looks pretty good for having been abandoned for 17 years (longer than they’ve been alive, heh...), but Samidare explains that the Committee probably spruced it up to be the set for the Duel Noir.

The two girls also say that they get the feeling that they may have felt someone else’s presence in the room before Samidare opened the coffins, but they couldn’t be sure.

Once they reach hallway to the room where Takezaki is, Samidare has this horrible feeling--she can see that the door, which should have shut automatically--is wide open and showing an empty room. There aren’t even any bloodstains or anything left behind.

Samidare starts having a breakdown about this, throwing out the possibility that the culprit moved the body while she was checking the bathrooms, while Tsukiyo gets disgruntled and wants to look for a way out so she can make her violin lesson on time.

Too bad the door to the small room isn’t opening.

Nazuna tries it too but can’t open it either.

Tsukiyo at this point loses her shit.

“Th-This can’t be happening? We’re trapped in here, with no TV or phones or anything?” Tsukiyo said, aghast. “Ah, I didn’t even get to go to the bathroom yet!”

“Uh oh, we may be stuck in here for the whole time...”

“What do you mean ‘the whole time’? How long is that?”

“Worst case scenario...six days.”

If the other detectives didn’t come to my rescue, and the culprit intended to win by time out, then we might have to resign ourselves to being stuck here for six days.

“NO! If we stay here for six days, I will die!” Tsukiyo pounded her fists on the door in a panic. “At least bring us food and water! But not hard tap water! Make it soft mineral water! And let me go to the toilet first!”

Nazuna meanwhile is more puzzled by how the door isn’t opening given it doesn’t have a lock on it. That’s when Samidare notices that unlike the other room, the track for this door is on the outside, on the hallway side. She and the girls muse that the caped culprit locked them inside by setting up a bar to prevent the door from being slid open.

Well then.

Samidare’s ego is taking quite a blow.

I guess I really couldn’t do anything by myself.

What would Kirigiri-chan do in this situation?

She was always thinking one step ahead.

And she’d never stopped her trek toward the truth.

That’s right, she’d never avert her eyes from the case in front of her...

I couldn’t give up.

I had to get up and keep going.

“The only thing I can think of is that the culprit’s using some kind of trick.” I stepped away from the door and looked around the room. “I don’t think the body going missing and us being trapped here are unrelated. There’s got to be a secret hidden here that we haven’t found yet.”

“A secret?” Tsukiyo and Nazuna asked in unison, looking over their shoulders at me.

I nodded.

“I will definitely figure out the secret to this mystery,” I announced, not only to myself, but to the culprit who could also be listening.

Part 1 End

I’m so glad the moral of this chapter was WWKD (What Would Kirigiri Do).

Apologies for any typos or anything you may find. I’ll edit a bit later on.

Guys, I am having so much fun reading DRK again. This was a good plan.

See you soon!

NEXT PART >

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Sweet Stuff- Morgan Rielly

I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus but I have the night off and nothing to do so im going to try to get as much writing done as possible. I’ve been working on this request for a while so I apologize that it’s not very long but I hope it’s still good! Thanks to everyone for the encouragement and requests!

“where your Morgan Reilly’s girlfriend and the rookies haven’t met you yet but the veteran players have and they always talk about your baking skills and the rookies really want to meet because of it“

no warnings just some cookies and fluff!

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Your boyfriend Morgan Reilly has just left your apartment and is headed off to practice. He gets to the locker room and is chirpped by a couple of the guys about the marks you had left on him last night. He blushes but doesn’t say much, you two have been together for a little while so he’s pretty used to the teasing by now.

“So how is (y/n) doing?” JVR asks while lacing up his skates. “I haven't seen her in a while I’m having double chocolate chip cookie withdrawals.”

Mo laughs and continues to get ready. “Well she has been kind of busy with work for baking but I can tell her you’re struggling.”

“Did I hear something about (y/n)’s cookies?” Naz asks coming around the corner.

“We were just talking about how (y/n) hasn’t blessed us with any baked goods in a while.” JVR explains.

“Well it’s not like you’ve been over in a while, I’m not just going to let you use my girlfriend for sweets!” Morgan deffends.

“Ugh guys you always talk about these cookies why haven’t I ever had any and why haven’t I met (y/n) yet for that matter!” Mitch complains and the rest of the young guys nod in response.

“We’re a TEAM!” Auston adds, “Basically a family, and families introduce each other to their girlfriends!”

“Yeah! Especially when those girlfriends apparently make ‘brownies so good I never want to eat anything else ever again’.” Willy adds frowning.

“Okay okay I get it” Morgan concedes, “I’ll talk to her after practice ya vultures!”

The boys cheer as Mo rolls his eyes and heads out to the rink.

After practice you receive a text from your boyfriend, “Hey babe would it be okay if the boys come over tonight? And uh would you mind making some of those famous brownies?”

You roll your eyes but you laugh. Even if you didn’t love baking (which you absolutely do love) you would almost anything for Morgan (also there’s work you’re avoiding and baking is your favorite procrastination tool). After letting him know you’d be happy to bake and can’t wait to see the boys you get started on making brownies.

By the time Mo gets home from work you’re busy in the kitchen, two trays of brownies done, a dozen cookies baking in the oven and another dozen waiting to be baked. You’re covered in flour and batter. Morgan walks through the front door, drops his bags, and heads to the kitchen. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek.

“How was practice Mo?” you ask.

“It was pretty good! The boys we’re going on about your baking again.” he says rolling his eyes and laughing.

You shake your head but smile, then turn wiggle out of Morgan’s grasp to pull your next tray out of the oven and put the last batch in/ The cookies need a little time to cool so you slide back over to Morgan and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I love baking but I definitely missed you today, I’m glad we get to spend the rest of the night together.”

“And with the boys.” Mo continues but kisses you before you can say anything,

You roll your eyes but enjoy the kiss, so much that you get a little caught up and the two of you lose track of time. You don’t get snapped back into reality until the timer for your last batch of cookies goes on. Mo doesn’t want to let you go but not as much as you don’t want your cookies to burn. You manage to free yourself from your boyfriends grasp just long enough to pull the tray out of the oven and turn the oven off.

“I need to clean up a little before the guys get here do you think you’ll be okay without me for a little bit?” you ask Morgan teasing him.

He rolls his eyes and nods, heading to the living room to relax until the guys finally arrive.

About an hour later there is a knock on the door and your apartment is overtaken by hungry hockey boys. They flood the kitchen attacking trays of sweets like a herd of hungry animals.

“Totally get the hype.” Mitch mumbles through a mouthful of brownie.

Auston and William nod in agreement, mouths also stuffed with sweets.

“Thanks guys I’m glad, (y/N) by the way nice to finally meet you.” the rookie boys nod in acknowledgement smiling through mouthfuls.

You smile at the kitchen full of boys enjoying you cooking and lean over to kiss your boyfriend on the cheek.

“What would you guys do without me?” you ask laughing.

Mo shrugs in response, grabbing some chocolate chip cookies for himself. “I think we might be having some visitors more often!” he laughs, “better stock up on sugar and flour”

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Gere caught in India's Aids dispute

Rightwingers attack the Buddhist actor for an article citing CIA statistics they claim are exaggerated

The actor Richard Gere yesterday became the latest celebrity to become embroiled in the row over the spread of HIV/Aids in India when rightwing campaigners accused him of getting his figures wrong, and of being "snide" and "insidious".

The 53-year-old Buddhist - a frequent visitor to the Indian hill station of Dharamsala, where his friend the Dalai Lama lives - visited a home for HIV/Aids patients in New Delhi yesterday.

After staff daubed a red tilak or Hindu mark on his forehead, Mr Gere announced that he was donating $50,000 (£31,000) for a new facility for HIV-positive women and children.

"This country could be destroyed in a matter of 10 years by a disease that nobody cares about," he said.

But the actor's philanthropic gesture was overshadowed by a row over an article Mr Gere wrote in last week's Times of India.

In it, he alluded to a recent CIA report, which said that between 20 million and 25 million Indians were likely to be HIV positive by 2008 - a figure at odds with the Indian government's estimates.

Indian officials claim four million Indians are HIV positive, and say the problem has "stabilised".

"We are extremely concerned at the manner in which one foreign celebrity after another is choosing to ignore Indian ground realities to highlight instead the CIA estimates of an immense Aids crisis in this country," Purushothaman Mulloli, a conservative Indian Aids campaigner said.

The actor had launched a "relentless and hysterical attack" against the Indian government's credibility and was guilty of spreading "insidious, frightening propaganda," he added, in an open letter to Mr Gere.

The row is reminiscent of the treatment that Bill Gates received in India last month. India's health minister, Shatrugan Sinha, accused Mr Gates of "spreading panic", after the Microsoft chairman gave $100m for Aids prevention in India while citing the same CIA report.

Asked by the Guardian yesterday whether he was "snide and insidious", Gere replied: "The argument over numbers is irrelevant. We are talking about large numbers of people. There is nothing snide about the suffering of our brothers and sisters."

After touring the home, Gere went to meet the Dalai Lama at a convention in New Delhi.

"Gere doesn't come across as a celebrity," Anjali Gopalan, the director of the Naz Foundation, which will run the new care home, said last night.

"He is one of the few men I have met who is really grounded and spiritual."

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Old Friends

“Maybe I will visit Naz. It has been awhile since I have had her cooking. Farewell, little one.”

The words Shanaris spoke after what she felt was a job well done held true. A few nights passed, and Shanaris was in Moonglade during something of a downpour. Shanaris loved rain, but not when it ended up drenching her hair and ruining what could usually be hours of work. Regardless, she kept moving. Luckily where Naz resided had its own roof-- it was the public shelter for visitors after all. Those who wished to intake the sanctity of Moonglade and see what true peace is like usually end up staying for more than a single day. Since not many wished to enjoy a pleasant nap in a barrow or tree, a longhouse fit for multiple people held furnishings suitable for the spoiled. No doors or windows, everything was open. It meant to still give a natural experience with more modern comforts.

Shanaris strolled on in, not entirely drenched thanks to the canopy that covered a majority of the grove. Naz stood there, cleaning cups. A vibrantly blue troll with signs that dipped into primal natures but still held such a sophisticated sense of self; for a troll at least. It only took a moment for Naz to notice Shanaris. She snapped her head up to catch the elf walking toward her. She smiled, setting the cup down and leaning against the table.

“Shanaris! Ain’t seen ya in awhile. Y’smell different, mon. No more jungle?” Acute senses as ever.

Shanaris shook her head, softly chuckling as she took a seat in front of Naz, resting her hands on her knees. Her head bowed,

“Naz, keen as ever I see. I relocated due to the state of the world. Un’goro is far too close to Silithus, and I am sure we both know how things continue to escalate in such a land.”

Her head shook, as if to shake away such a thought.

“I missed you Naz-- not just for your cooking this time.”

Naz hummed with a grin by the compliment, but such was quick to falter when thoughts returned to the subject that the world was in a state of crisis over.

“Azeroth in hurtin’ Shan. So many of us were killed, or worse, with the Legion attacks. Now with that sword pokin’ out like an orc at the sight o’ meat, and the two factions at it again, there are even fewer around. Moo’s and Trolls be supportin’ the Horde while the elves and fur rugs support the Alliance. Only gonna get worse. ‘Ole teach said there a darkness comin’. Been here to protect Moonglade since I started this path, I ain’t gonna let blue or red try to disrupt what’s been a sacred land for thousands of years.”

With confidence she pounded at her chest. Shanaris’ chuckle was brief from the display given.

“Been practicin’ my skills. I can do some pretty crazy stuff since before the Legion invaded. Cookin’ skills and druid skills. Loa blessed me to be great and damnit I’m gonna. Met a pretty cute dude along that ride. Took awhile to convince ‘im to not be such a pride-baby. ‘Horde this, Horde that’! Stuff is tedious Shan. Still a fighter n’ all, but he been protectin’ Darkspear villages instead of heavy stuff. What about you huh? What’s y’take on all this mon’?”

Shanaris took a breath, amazed that Naz had been so busy in only a few years. In made Shanaris remember that not all took things as slowly as one of her own longevity would. Her hands began to idly fold and braid strands of hair as she spoke.

“I have seen the sword do more than tear the world in two once more. Druids, be they weaker or more susceptible to nature’s cries, grow mad from the pain Azeroth is in. I only hope you and those I know do not involve themselves too deeply with this war. I intend to stay away from it. Pandaria seems to be untouched by the two factions, and it is where I will be staying now. Maybe Kalimdor will be a home once more...but not for years it seems.”

Shanaris sighed, and Naz followed thereafter. A sense of gloom peeked out from within the elf. To her, the people of Azeroth were hopeless. Avarice and hate flood the land to create war without care for the lands around it. Shanaris gripped her melancholy thoughts and buried them back just as the rest of her emotions.

“All is not totally doomed however. Despite the world, I think... I am happy.”

“Whoa there mon’. Happy? Where’d y’put Shanaris? The Shan I know wears that cute grumpy look ever since we were still little tree witches.” Naz chuckled, obviously on the ride to make a lighter atmosphere as to not keeps things entirely serious. Shanaris rolled her eyes, but not due to complete annoyance of Naz’s jests.

“Oh be quiet-- content then. I am content. Children, peaceful settlement. I could retire from everything right now if I wanted and live the rest of my days in peaceful solitude.”

“Why don’t ya then? Y’always been talking about taking it easy. Already cut ties with the Circle from what I heard.”

“I still have to protect things. Once nothing I cherish needs protection then I will rest. That...reminds me-- two favors?” Shanaris asked with a bit more emotion in her voice than the norm.

“Sure, whatcha need mon’?”

“The first is a meal. Your specialty. One for me right now and the other sealed and packed for the trip-- a little surprise for someone. I have told them about your cooking and it even made me hungry for your food.”

“Easy! Ain’t gettin’ much customers as of late so I’m expecting some coin in return for this.”

“Of course. Money is hardly an issue for me.”

Naz took a state of bewilderment, “Sheesh, gotta figure out where ya workin’ nowadays if you can just toss money like that. What’s the second favor?”

Shanaris’ lighthearted, at least for her it was such, expression faltered. “My father. He lives in Darnassus. Normally Trolls would not be welcomed but we as druids and yourself as a member of the Circle can enter with permission. I will give you as much gold as I can carry if you just...ensure his safety during the coming tides. I already lost my mother, I do not wish to lose my father as well.”

Naz slowly nodded her head, a hand reaching over to place onto Shanaris’ shoulder. “I ain’t had much family, but we’ve been knowing each other for so long y’pretty much family to me. I’ll make sure your Papa is all safe and sound, don’t even gotta pay me, but I want ya to visit more-- help me out around here sometime. Y’got kids and you don’t know how to cook yet? Idiot.”

Naz released Shanaris’ shoulder, but the elf was quick to take Naz’ hand in her own. She placed the hand to her forehead, a gesture familiar to Naz and Shanaris. It was the symbolic manifestation of the trust and friendship Shanaris had for Naz. None other alive save for one had the same amount of acceptance as Naz. if such a thing was comparable to another gesture, it would be the same as an embrace.

“Thank you.” Shanaris stated with a softness layering her natural tone of voice. She released Naz’s hand and returned her own back to its previous placement.

“Don’t worry about it Shan. S’what friends are for.” Shanaris grinned, an genuine grin that nearly forgot it had its place on the elf’s face. It was faint, an ember that sparked into the smallest flame to grant wamrth on a cold visage. Naz dipped her head in a nod before turning around and heading to the kitchen.

“Three Specials comin right up!”

“Wait-- I only asked for one.”

“I’m hungry too mon’! Could use a bit o’ eating!”

“Of course.”Shanaris sat in silence for few minutes before moving from her seat, and around the counter. She joined Naz in the kitchen to help, if not make conversation to further catch up on their past dealings. Even after Shanaris received the meals and the pairing ate their share, conversation remained.

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Idolish7 17 (FINAL)

The culture clash here is hilarious! It’s pretty obvious this unknown guy is Douglas, though.

I can’t believe they’re doing these songs! I’ve known about these songs for a while, since they made waves a few years back – I think Memories Melodies’s music video was animated by Studio Bones and Leopard Eyes by NAZ.

Come to think of it, they never really show idol shows from the fans’ perspective, so this girl’s shots (Aya’s?) are a new thing for the entire genre…

Huh? Wait…this is the real Aya! Oh my gosh!

Well, that’s the end of another show. See you around.

Hinamatsuri 8

Where is “home” for Hina, though?

Geesh, the continuity on this show…what they’re saying right now means the opening of the episode was in medias res, dangit. Stop being so confusing.

I don’t really care about Ikaruga, I care about the “Standing Sushi Bar” in the back more…sorry, Ikaruga.

A few episodes, Hina really was homeless…hmm, continuity’s back in action here.

“Hurray for Psychic Powers” – I was reminded of a book that once appeared in Kado. Unfortunately, that book’s name is Ningen Manzai with all kanji, so it’s not a very close reference if it’s intended to be one…

“Ma Monthly” – Well, wouldn’t you know it? Boueibu collabs mean something here! See, this magazine is a parody of Monthly Mu, which (for some arbitrary reason) decided to team up with Boueibu back in 2016. Hinamatsuri even parodies the magazine’s logo properly! Amazing!

More namahage gags. C’mon, they wouldn’t escape me. They’ve been appearing for a while now, those.

Last time an anime character had a master the same age…*thinks back* That would be Ore Monogatari, with Saijou! Man, that was a while ago. If you don’t count the “same age” bit though, you have OPM and BnHA, which are a lot more fresh.

Jojothan’s (sic)? Is that a Jojo reference, a Johnath…aww, it doesn’t seem to exist. Dangit.

Hitomi’s going to take the dog in, isn’t she?

Even Hina’s shirt says “byebye”…geez, this is kinda saddening already.

Now Hina’s shirt says “sayonara”…why did they poke a hose through her nose, anyway? It made me laugh, sure, but…it’s stupid anyway.

What does Hinamatsuri do without “Hina”, anyway?

Oh, so that’s the significance of that part (post-credits sequence, ep 1)! I didn’t like that part, so I wished to never see it again, but now that it has some significance…it can stay.

I don’t think I’ve seen that image of Nitta with the hand to his head, with the vases on the side before…it must be new.

Normally Hina’s in the seat next to Nitta, right? Oh dear. Also, Utako’s missing and you can see Nitta’s sister in the bar shot as well. The rock singers who wanted to go to the Budokan with Hina are in the back, too, although there may be some people I don’t recognise in the bar shot as well…

Jinsei wa Survival = Life is Survival, not Life is About Survival…

Boueibu HK 8

Summer episode! At least it doesn’t sound as bad a fanservice episode than episode 7 did…(for Astral’s sake)

Karurusu brought back En’s old “What did you say?!”, but now there’s a rakugo background! (small LOL)

I can’t believe Manza tried to push his glasses up in the bath (LOL). Is this what glasses-wearers have to go through?

These seem a little too specific…and to Wakura’s sadistic taste for that last one…to be anything Kyoutarou thought up on his own. (i.e. They probably actually happened.)

Huhhhhhh…I think we finally had an actual woman appear on this show…amazing! (The Osomatsus’ mother, she has a name but I forgot what her name is.) Must be Osomatsu-kun from the ‘60s or ‘80s though, because that sure as heck ain’t the “gets episode 1 pulled from Crunchyroll” Osomatsu-san. I watched the entire season one of that thing, remember?

That dot point looks like a shell for some reason. It’s just two circles put together though. My brain must be in a summer mood from the episode, eh?

I know there’s one jellyfish where you have to cure the sting by peeing on it…oh sorry. I’m falling into Mahou Shoujo Ore’s “crass jokes” trap…

Dougo…likes natto? Weird. Plain weird.

I almost thought they were going to go camping just to fulfil the gap left by YuruCamp, but I guess the audience for YuruCamp and Boueibu doesn’t really cross over. I’m such an anomaly in that case, huh? I still want to know Pinecone-chan’s VA, come to think of it…

Like, c’mon! I can’t even break down that joke (Rashio Taison), it’s too obvious from looking at his name in furigana!

So Rashio is like the snowman from season 2…and the volleyball guy from season 2…maybe Kurotori? I don’t remember his school circumstances anymore…

They used CGI on the plane…? If they did, I barely noticed it until I played the scene again.

Oh wait, that’s a Studio Comet plane…ahaha…(look at Studio Comet’s logo for the joke explanation)

*crashes head on wall* Martha Shirahone…*eyes blank*…Martha Shirahone…Martha’s a girl’s name!!! Does that mean Astral wins?! My pride and the Boueibu status quo have both been wrecked if Martha (sic) really is on the non-binary spectrum…and it’s not some weird Engrish typo…Poor boy though, he spent 4 years depriving himself of one of his favourite things to prevent himself from being teased. (Okay, this “Martha” spelling’s going to annoy me for a while, so I’m going to revert back to “Maasa”…)

Interestingly, Maasa seems to be using a standard vinyl umbrella and not a “student-council-worthy” one. Update: Nope, this one’s sanctioned by the British Royal Family.

Eh? What’s with this monster’s face? He doesn’t have one, does he? I know what the kanji on his face is, but…I think this might be a first. A monster without a face whatsoever.

Is it just me, or did they get CGI for those clouds as well…?

Wait, so even Karurusu is against the idea of fighting this monster? Mr Enthusiastic’s kinda selfish, eh?

Kyoutarou’s still wearing his school swimsuit. But this definitely reminds me of Dark Aurite with the lip coloration...

Wakura so obviously followed Ryoma’s voice instead. It’s pretty much what Astral termed a “nutshot” for MSO ep 8, only it’s…meant to be kinky (I’m not feeling it, y’know?). I’m just vaguely miffed right here that they could be trying to put a cheap joke in Boueibu.

Ooh, nagashi somen with its bamboo…thingy…looks cool. Oh, but Ibusuki…no wonder Ata likes this kind of noodles.

Karurusu’s flag says “summer” on it.

It’s a bit blurry, but the bus says “campground” as its destination.

I wonder if that “spirit of fear” thing was a joke? I’ll come back and find it later. Update: There’s no joke there in Japanese…the word for “spirit of fun” sounds like kyuuki and then “spirit of fear” is just dokidokishiteru (which is just a word for the heart pounding, suggesting nervousness in this case).

Hey, someone (Ryoma) noticed Taishi’s angry outbursts for once!

What, the monster has a mouth, so he does kind of have a face…? (I’m confused…what constitutes “face” with this guy anyway?)

Karurusu…he dab! (…Kind of.)

Full transformation sequence again…*sigh*

Noticeably, you can only see Ryoma nodding when the Rajio Taiso monster asks if you can do rajio taiso outside of summer. I’d assume this is because Ryoma’s the one with the grandpa who does it all year round, but it might just be a space constraint. You never know with these things.

There’s another pun I need to go back to – “I feel radio calis-cleansed”. That can’t have worked in Japanese…Update: Uh, there was actually one here. It seems to be a pun on taiso.

Aw, Rashio’s so happy. Even if I think the staff have reached a new low with the “petty” on the monsters this time around, just seeing that smile lights up my face too.

Why do I feel a Madoka moment coming on right here with Karurusu’s promise?

It’s a Kagerou Project-style time loop, but for August 31st! Yikes! This is going to get confusing…

Yeah, it’s better not to think about time loops, Kyoutarou. You’re right.

Is “firework” a verb? Or is that wasei-eigo? Or slang? Or both? More things to not think about there…methinks. Update: Dougo says “hanabi taikai shimashou!” (literally “let’s do a fireworks tournament!”), so it’s not wasei-eigo, nor is it a verb. It’s just an unconventional subber’s choice.

They censored a big sign in the preview! But Crunchyroll doesn’t have episode 9 yet because of the French Open! Dangit!

I love how the blue bars randomly go “La la la laaaaa!”…LOL. But it also says “they find party dice in the clubroom…” (because it’s bushitsu kara dete kita no wa party saikoro).

BnHA 46

“Those acts are the same as those of villains.” – Actually, that would be the acts of vigilantes…*thinks about the Vigilantes manga*

Because Kouta’s letter was in hiragana, I could understand most of it…eh, my skills are pretty shabby after all. I couldn’t even understand the last line much.

“like a pair of tight jeans” – LOL, Best Jeanist seems to love a good jeans pun, eh?

Come to think of it, Gran Torino doesn’t have a number to his hero status, right? He’s just an ol’ fart after all, even if he’s mighty skilled.

We haven’t seen Mt. Lady or Shinrin Kamui (“Forest Kamui” would probably be his English name, but it’s in katakana…and it sounds stupid, to boot) in a while, come to think of it.

I didn’t think Iida was going to go with them! Wow, what a twist!

I always thought having two Kirishimas in the same season was funny enough (Ryoma from Boueibu and Eijirou).

Kamino? Because the subbers spelt it with a C, that seems like it should be a reference for some reason…Update: Yep, it is!

What’s up with the roses around Todoroki? Are you trying to make the fangirls squeal like this is some shoujo manga? Yeah, right! (laughs in the background anyway)

Aizawa looks really different in a suit…hmm, I normally like men in suits but I’m kinda iffy on suit!Aizawa. *ponders for a second* I prefer his old style more, actually.

MSO 9

Noticeably, Michiru uses koitsu (“this guy”) to refer to Ore. It does tell you something about how Michiru views her enemies.

What’s up with Mohiro in a dress? Princess Peach parody?

Even Saki’s ahoge goes “Oh!”, LOL!

A heart shake for the yuri fans…and stupid glasses for my entertainment. (Thank goodness you’re still catering towards me, show…)

That joke about murdering Hyoue completely went over my head…I get what it was trying to do, but…not funny, man. Not funny.

Michiru uses the –ssu ending that Dougo and Yumoto use, too…

Oh…dear. I think we have more than enough of the word “Happy” with Happy Kiss…now this mascot, too???

I thought Hyoue’s surname was “Kuroda”? Or is that just my imagination? Update: It seems I made it up…

U-Uh, hey…so this was their real intention with those eyecatches, huh? Another “draw me like one of your French girls” memes is in order! Wait, but Ruka’s magical girl form isn’t doing the right pose…aww.

It seems Ruka isn’t into the Magical Girls (it’s implied she’s into Michiru instead), but Michiru’s into Ore…just as Astral guessed.

If that sentence didn’t make sense, it wasn’t meant to! It was just a bunch of long English words thrown together…although “jihad” certainly isn’t English. I wonder if any religious people will get angry at that word being used so casually, though? (I didn’t expect to laugh so hard at these guys. Konami’s my favourite character – of course he is, considering the karaoke episode - but I think I have an appreciation for these guys now.)

LOL, me and Astral like to complain about how thinking up new attack names takes an hour or so…so we totally know your feel, Michiru.

If you look at the scene where PRISMA are shown to attack, it says bokasuka, which apparently means “lots of hits and punches in succession”. It’s basically like subbing it “fistfight!”, “kapow!” or something.

Happy-chan doesn’t even have a body in tiny form!!! What??? (LOL)

Can we please stop with the montages?! A show is better when people bother to animate stuff, alright?!

Happy-chan went “doukashira?” (-kashira is a female sentence ending) which made me laugh because it’s a contrast to that head of his.

Happy-chan doesn’t even have hands…I’m not sure how he’s meant to live like that, y’know?

That catchphrase has less impact the second time around, it seems.

Hmm…so it was actually foreshadowing for Michiru’s love, huh? I thought it was pandering to tsundere stereotypes…

As much as I laughed at the ol’ kick to the face, are Happy and Kokoro really brothers? Or is this just filler after all?

Oh, this new ED is “We’re Not Magical Girls” by the Mahou Shoujo unit (Saki/Sakuyo)!

You can spot a tiny magical girl figurine with pigtails on Yamo’s desk if you watch at the right time.

PRISMA’s song is called “Love/Attack!”

They actually got a next episode preview narrated by demons?! (LOL) This is a new level of weirdness, and I’m actually glad to have heard it with my own ears (because I’m trembling with laughter right now because of it). But…they talk at the end! They can speak?! Whatttttttt?!

Rokuhoudou 8

Gure’s got stud earrings. Don’t think I’ve noticed them before…

It appears to be a florentine and not a “florentin” like the subs say. It is just missing an “e” though…

Happy, happy! I think Karurusu got me into the spirit of being happy all the time…or at least happier than I used to be, anyway.

Seriously, this middle school kid acts like a Boueibu monster, it’s hard not to make a comparison.

Gure’s so goofy, I’m laughing as much as I normally do for Boueibu or MSO…Rokuhoudou isn’t normally like this, that’s all.

“good way to sober up” – It sure doesn’t seem that way for Tsubaki, though…poor soul.

That style with the lips…it’s so un-Rokuhoudou, and yet it still works! I can’t think of what it reminds me of, though, because it seems to remind me of another anime or manga and I can’t put my finger on it. Update: Maybe MSO? That’s the closest thing I can think of that matches right now.

Hey, come to think of it, doesn’t this guy look like Shishigami from Inuyashiki? Their outlook on life is mostly the same, too! (from what little I know about Shishigami in passing)

Uh…Gure? Didn’t anyone teach You about stranger danger?!

The delinquents…are in the duck boating club?! Well, that was a surprise…

This pretty much became my favourite episode, even though Tokitaka’s still my fave Rokuhoudou boy, LOL.

Code:Realise 13

Since I don’t know whether to denote this as the final episode or not, I won’t note it as anything…

Isn’t Cardia Lupin’s girl? Hands off, Impey!

The newspaper Herlock’s holding has an ad for animators…wuh? In the Code:Realise Victorian era? No way, Jose!

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Reflecting Light - Chapter Seventeen.

I missed Sunday’s update, didn’t I? D’oh! I only remembered yesterday too!! So because I’m a massive ditz, you guys get a double update today. Enjoy!

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Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

“I can’t move. Really, roll me out of here,” Sy exclaimed on his second night in Turkey, he and Naz having just eaten dinner and perhaps slightly overdoing it.

Their first night had consisted of her ordering in a KFC, watching films and drinking beer, so for the second, she took him to a restaurant she frequented often prior to her move to the USA. Well, she’d planned on being the one to take him out, but he’d flatly refused to let her pay.

“So that was your first proper, freshly cooked food in how long, four years, almost?” she asked, finishing the rest of her beer.

“Three years and ten months, yeah. Come on, let’s go walk it off instead of getting a cab.” They walked hand in hand through the streets back in the direction of the apartment, Sy taking in the surroundings while Naz thought to herself how lovely it was to be home, especially with him.

“So, let me get this straight. Turkish people are very affectionate with friends, but in relationships they’re reserved about showing affection in public?” he asked, noticing two friends embracing openly and kissing one another’s cheeks twice as they met for drinks.

“Yes, that’s basically it. I mean holding hands is fine, same if you wanted to kiss my cheek or head, but kissing on the lips of arms around each other is seen as sexual. I mean, it isn’t massively strict here, but I don’t like to ruffle feathers. If we were further east, however, I wouldn’t even hold your hand. It’s a lot stricter there,” she explained, Sy nodding.

“I’d probably have rocks thrown at me if I made it common knowledge where I’d like to kiss you later on,” he joked, not able to help himself.

“James!” she warned instantly.

“Ooooh, you called me by my first name. That’s scary, kinda sexy as well, but mostly damned scary!” he continued, making her laugh as she hugged his arm, kissing his shoulder.

“So, moving on,” she began, composing herself. “Are you looking forward to meeting my family tomorrow?”

They were heading there for the day before they flew back home on a late-night flight, partaking of the same ritual when they arrived as Sy wanted her to meet his parents and siblings too, before he’d head to Virginia with her for much of the remainder of his leave.

He had a meeting there at her work too, with the people from the CIA who might end up being his future bosses, Kel’s department heads wanting to meet with the man who’d been so highly recommended to them for the job they’d offered.

“I’m not going to lie, I feel a little intimidated by the idea, but otherwise yes. It’ll be great to meet them,” he replied, Naz frowning, puzzled by his statement.

“Why would a man like you be intimidated by anything?” she questioned, quite taken aback by this information.

“Because they’re very academic, as are you, and then there’s me. I’m the furthest thing from them. Am I really the kind of man they imagined you being with?” he asked.

“You have a BA in math, one which you received a first in. That’s very academic, even if your career isn’t. Besides, you’re a fearless soldier, brilliant military tactician and the Captain who lead the operation which lead to the capture of Hassan al Shadid. You have confidence in shades, Sy. Don’t let that diminish in the face of four people who are very excited to meet you,” she reminded him.

“They are?” She couldn’t help my smile, thinking it was the first time she’d ever seen him doubt himself and how such a sight was very strange, coming from a man so steadfastly confident in himself.

“Yes!” she enthused, laughing softly. By the time it came for them to leave, Naz driving them out to her parent’s house in the suburbs, Sy had ceased to worry about feeling intimidated. Instead, he just sat very uneasily as the passenger within her sister Maryam’s car.

“Eight military tours to war torn countries, shot at more times than I care to count, nearly blown up fifteen times and this is how I fucking die? Naz, bike!” he shouted, running a hand over his face and exhaling a deep breath as she took a roundabout at speed, exiting to a flurry of blaring horns and a very irate man on a motorbike, shaking his fist in her wake.

“What? This is how we drive here,” she spoke nonchalantly, changing down to fourth gear. It had been a while since she’d driven a stick shift, her car back at home an automatic.

“Well don’t!” he yelled, making her laugh. “I don’t see anyone else driving like a drugged up chimpanzee!” She reached over and slapped his thigh playfully for that. “Concentrate on the damn road, lady!”

“I am, but you need to be put in your place and stop being rude about my driving!” she retorted, shaking her head.

“You’re never driving me anywhere again.” He was only half joking with that comment too. They arrived just under half an hour later, a girl Sy presumed to be one of her sisters coming out of the white painted house and immediately looking over the car.

“I’m checking for scratches, she’s a terrible driver. Hi! I’m Maryam,” she told him, brightening as she introduced herself and pulled him into a big hug.

“Sy, good to meet you and yeah, your sister is scary behind the wheel,” he concurred, Maryam nodding with wide eyes and catching her keys neatly when Naz threw them to her, giving her a look that instantly made her snort laughing.

He was greeted in much the same warm, friendly way by the rest of her family, instantly being made to feel very welcome in their home.

“Oh, you make me feel so small! What would you prefer I call you, by the way? James or Sy?” Zara, her mother asked him as she hugged his waist, the very diminutive lady only just about reaching his chest.

“You are so small, mom,” Amira, Naz’s youngest sister interjected with.

“Sy will be fine,” he replied, reaching to shake the oncoming hand of Ahmad, Naz’s father.

“Hello, Sy. I am Ahmad, and very pleased to meet this man who seems to have captivated my daughter so. Come, come. I have cold beer and a yearning to hear about your work!” he told him enthusiastically, steering him in the direction of the garden.

“I knew dad would steal him straight away,” Naz commented, shaking her head as her mother rolled her eyes.

“Go with him, save the poor man having his ear bent all the way off by your father. Here, take this with you.” She presented her with a tray containing hummus, sliced raw vegetables and bread, Naz carrying it out to the massive table and putting it down, taking a seat beside Sy.

“Now then, Naz tells me you are quite the mathematic,” her father began, making his eldest groan faintly when he produced a piece of paper from his pocket. “Let’s see if you can figure this out. The answer to the equation is forty-two, so from that, what do you calculate the value of X to be?” Ahmad continued.

Naz hated when he did this with people. It wasn’t ever meant to be done in anything other than good spirits, but she knew it could come off to some as him wanting to trick them. Sy looked over the paper briefly before sliding it back across the table, Ahmad raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“The value of X is three, but your answer is incorrect. It’s forty-five,” he replied, Naz and her sisters all sharing wide eyed looks. Their father was seldom wrong in his calculations. “Here, pass me the pencil from your pocket.” He then added before sharing the workings out he’d done in his mind.

“Well, would you look at that? You’re absolutely right!” Ahmad exclaimed, incredibly impressed.

“Can anyone hear that noise? It sounds like something backfiring,” Amira chimed in casually, sipping her iced tea as her sisters laughed.

“Ahhh, it was not to catch you out in any way, Sy. I enjoy these brain teasers; my friends and I often do this with each other. But of course, my girls would seek to think I have nefarious intentions,” he explained, smiling kindly.

“I’d be able to tell a mile away if you were,” he commented, Ahmad nodding.

“Well, this much is obvious. You’re an army captain, therefore I deduce you are likely a brilliant tactician. Tell me more about such, or at least as much as you are legally able to.”

Handing him a beer, he then sat and waited expectantly for him to talk, Sy realising the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree at all. Naz took the same keen interest in other people’s lives as her father did. It was just the start of what turned out to be a very enjoyable day with the Hussein family.

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