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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Their Reactions To You Offering Them Flowers || Naruto characters x reader 3

A/n : This grew in my mind a while ago as well. I hope you'll like it

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : Contains both fluff and slow burn-ish ends ( under the cut ) but seriously there is nothing harmful, like at all. And sad-ish for Sasori but fluff at the end

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Word count : 3863

Sasuke Uchiha : He was doing the dishes. He turned around when he felt you entering the kitchen. He slightly side eyed the bouquet you were holding delicately in your hands “What is that for ?” But you extended it towards him “It’s for you” you beamed. “You can set them there” he said pointing to the kitchen table, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks. You knew he liked it even if he struggled to express it. Though he started to feel remorse for not acknowledging your present properly and with the due happiness it deserved. so the next day he made himself go to the flower shop and bought you one as well. Yes, the seller was shocked to see the Sasuke Uchiha come to their shop, and ask for help on a flower arrangement with a cold, distant tone. When he gave them to you still with a hint of pink on his cheeks, he saw the glint in your eyes and it made everything better.

Naruto Uzumaki : Flowers ?!? NO WAY ?!? He is just so excited. Seriously you could have given him some grass he would have been genuinely happy as it’s from you. He engulfs you in a bone crushing hug “Aaaah Y/n thank you thank you thank you !!” he screams. You’re so pleased to see this glint of pure joy in his eyes. He wants to know everything about them. He is so eager to put them in a pot. You help him. Unfortunately one dies in the process. So Here you are 45 later walking in the forest looking for THE perfect flower to add to the other. Well his tummy ended up having the better of him and you guys finished your stroll in the forest at Ichiraku’s. As if this could have ended in another way.

Itachi Uchiha : He was cooking when you entered your house. He knew you were going straight to him as he felt your aura approaching him “Hello my Love. Did you enjoy your day ?” Instead of answering him you just handed him the bouquet a huge smile plastered on your face. Which was quickly reciprocated on his own face “Thank you Precious this means a lot” he said carefully cradling the flowers against his chest. He extended a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he left a white flower there “They are almost as beautiful as you. Almost” his voice was soft as he gazed into your eyes, silently asking permission to kiss you. Which you granted directly with a nod. He set a gentle hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to him eager to taste your lips once again. He peppered your lips with soft kisses expressing the depth of his love and longing for you. The next day he too was going to surprise you, with the velvety box he brought a week ago and safely tucked in his drawer.

Sai : Bro is so goofy. When you extended the bouquet towards him his face changed to a sad expression “I’m sorry for your loss” Your eyes widened “Sai my love no one died. They’re for you” Now it was the turn of his eyes to widen “Ooooh I see… thank you ?” he said. He didn’t really know how to act, as he never was gifted in this way. Though he couldn’t help the fireworks in his heart as you handed them in his hands. He put them against his heart “I’ll cherish them. Let me just- no here. Come here and hold them. I’m going to draw you” You complied happily and let him guide you into the pose he had in mind.

Neji Hyuga : When you handed him the flowers he looked at you with a surprised look. He was the man so why are you giving him the flowers ? Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around ? Or maybe you had enough waiting for him to gift you so you did this to wake him up ? “Sunshine just take them. It’s from the bottom of my heart. I love you” He smiled softly at your words as he took the bouquet. Despite his reserved nature he took a step towards you and engulfed you in a gentle embrace, before giving a kiss to your neck “Thank you Y/n. I’ll do them honor and take good care of them” he stated, still holding you. You gave him a big smile. Even it was just flowers you were immensely happy that he wanted to cherish them like this.

Rock Lee : You don’t even have time to give them to him. The moment he understands it’s for him he knock your off your feet. He literally tackles you to the ground. Hot stream of tears strimming down how face - even some snot down his knows - as he nuzzles against your side “You don’t even know how this touches me deep in my heart ! I will cherish ad protect them with my life ! I will never forget your present ! Ever !” You laughed at his enthusiasm “Lee it’s just flowers. You don't need to get yourself into this state” you said rubbing his back hoping no one will come at the training ground and see you both on the ground, and also that he didn’t crush the flowers with his body. But when he helps you up from the ground and finally takes the flowers he sees a a petal falling from the bouquet almost in slow motion. His irises seem to shatter into fragments of glass as the petal hits the ground "NOOO ! I'm so sorry ! How could I let this happen ?!?" You began to reassure him "Don't worry, it would have happened sooner or later" And as he cried on your shoulder, you promised yourself to buy something that was less likely to break. Like weights, for example.

Gaara : He is SHOOK. What you took from your time to buy him something ? Was he worthy of your time and money like this ? He blushes furiously as the bouquet makes contact with his shaky hand “T-thank y-you Y/n. But I don’t think I deserv-” “Nonsense Peanut. It’s my pleasure. It’s only a mere proof for my love for you after all” you smiled trying to ease the tension building within him. It worked because the frown on his face gave way to a more relaxed smile. But then you took him by surprise and picked out a yellow flower from the bouquet and slided it between strands of his red hair “Perfect. You look the prettiest bride ever” He blushed even further “Y-Y/n ! I-I’m your h-husband” he whined as he stuttered against your neck. He didn’t want you to see how flustered you’ve made him. Now he had to find a way to fluster you as well. It would only be fair.

Hashirama Senju : You entered his Hokage office with the flowers in hands, opening the door with your back. He was so busy he didn’t even lift his nose from the stack of papers in front of him “Tobirama I told you earlier no I can’t change the colour of the wallflower just because you don’t like the yellow-” “I like the wallflower” you said chuckling at his lack of attention. “S-sweetie ! I didn’t know you were going to come-” his hazelnut eyes finally set on the bouquet “Oh are they for me ?” he said getting up. His eyes were glittering as he saw you nodding. “Thank you so much for the attention. Here put them there” he put a spare vase on his desk “That way I’ll always have a reminder of you” You chuckled at his words “You mean something more striking than the ring on your finger” sending him blush in the next century. “No no as strong. Of course not” He gave you a chaste kiss before walking back behind his desk. “If you’re willing to take a sit there and wait for me for… 30 min or so I’ll be able to leave early with you today. Hopefully Tobirama won’t catch us” he laughed as he took a sit and motioned for you to sit in front of him. Let’s just hope his brother isn’t going to come back to talk about this damn wallflower.

Madara Uchiha : He was at his office planning some missions for other ninjas when you quietly entered the room. He noticed right away the delicate flowers that you were holding. You set them in a vase in front of him and put your hands on his shoulders massaging gently. All this without uttering a word. You knew how tired he was and how much he just wanted to go to bed at hours like this. So you hoped they would bring him at least some joy. He took his time admiring the beautiful petal and the vivid green colour of the stalk. While letting you hands work their magic on his tired shoulders. Then in silence, he pulled you on his lap and gazed briefly into your eyes before giving a long and slow kiss to your forehead. The corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he attempted to smile despite his fatigue “Thank you my Love” he said breaking the silence “I’ll join you in bed son okay ?” you nodded “Okay” giving a kiss to his lips “I’ll stay with you there” you said setting your head on his shoulder. He felt his heart swell with love as he went back to his work. Fuelled in working better and faster by your presence.

Yamato : “I’ve finally found you. Here I got you these” you said showing him your gift. "Wow, they're incredible. What are these ? Poison ? Hidden kunais compartment ? Another kind of weapon ?" You laughed out loud, quickly putting a hand on your mouth “Yamato, Dear It’s only flowers” He makes a face. Not a face that looks like one of surprise as it should noooo. He makes his signature Yamato face with a creepy smile “I think he is happy” you thought. As you gave them to him he held them carefully almost scared to break them. You almost want to tell him that being an ANBU doesn’t make him a flower breaker, but you don’t want to make him even more anxious. He blinked slowly - like a cat - as he looked back at you “Thank you very much. I didn’t know or else I would have taken something for you as well. You’re important to me you know that” he said softly gazing into you eyes. “Don’t worry about this. Just knowing you came back safely means the world to me” Your words were his cue and finally he leaning in and kissed you deeply… the gear in his mind still working to find the perfect gift for you.

Sasori : He ✨side eyes ✨ the flowers as if they were a rotten apple “You know I don’t like flowers” he says. You don’t even know how he knows since his face stayed turned to the puppet he was fixing. “I thought it was because they were from someone else-” “From someone else or from you I don’t like flowers. That’s all” he said, as cold as ever. On your side you could sense he sounded kinda sad ? Maybe because the delicate plants were so fragile to the time and its flow. “I’m going to plant them. I’m sure they will grow taller. And every year their seed will make a new flower” you said leaving him to his work. Unbeknownst to you he stopped abruptly in his task, thinking about your words. And just like that he decided to get up and see how you were going to take care of them. How you were going to ensure their life in this world despite their short lifetime. Yeah you sparked something within him and for once in his life he was eager to wait and see how your care would save those little flowers.

Slow burn-ish ends starts here :

Iruka Umino : When his eyes set on the flowers he gets red. Almost as red as the roses you’re handing him “W-wow Y-Y/n they l-look so pretty. B-but I didn’t bring anything for you. I d-didn’t know y-you’d-” but you cut him off with a kiss on his rosy cheeks “It’s my pleasure Iruka. And I’ll bring you some as long as you like them. Just to see your wide smile, the sparkle in your beautiful eyes and the colors of your cheeks” you teased him pinching his cheek lightly. “Y-Y/nnnnnn” he whined looking as sheepish as ever “You’re teasing me” he tried to look up at you again without succeeding. finally after a deep breath he pulled you against his chest. He gave the top of your head a kiss, breathing in your scent “I want to take you out to dinner with me… i-if that’s fine with you” he mumbled. “I’d love that Iruka. We’ve both been busy lately. I think that would be really nice” He smiled widely hearing your words. Indeed it sounded really nice to spend the evening with you and maybe well have you come and sleep over…

Orochimaru : That little ✨shit✨ chuckles when you give him the bouquet. Making you almost self-conscious. You’re torturing yourself. Wondering if he likes them, or if he thinks you’re dumb for offering flowers to someone as powerful as him. His natural suave voice makes you shivers as he speaks “Ooh Pet look at you. Offering me something as fragile and vulnerable as you for me to take care of” he gets closer to you “I’m sorry to disappoint but my attention will stay solely on you my Dear. Well most of it since now I have to give them a little bit of care too” He tries to stay in character but inside it’s a whole firework going on ( 4th July for my fellow American and 14th July for my French comrades ) he wants to jump up and down with you in his arms while crying and ask the skies how they found him worthy of your time and love. But he doesn’t. Instead he gives you a long and needy kiss on the pulse point of your neck. And lets you here saying he is going to look for a vase. Letting you there longing for more.

Deidara : You didn’t even have time to give them to him that he screamed “Y/n ! Those are per-fect ! See those beautiful petals how soon they will fall. Slowly giving traits to the time passing and taking their beauty with it ! This is true art ! You’re an amazing partner ! I couldn’t dream nor create a better one ! Such beautiful flowers… quick quick I need to make something to help me remember how sumptuous they were !” He took the flowers from your hand and started running somewhere, his blond hair swaying with each jump. Suddenly you saw him run back to you. He gave you a passionate *French* kiss and with that rushed the other way. But not before screaming “Do not worry you will get rewarded later” You didn’t know which kind of reward he was meaning though with him literally anything was possible.

Kakashi Hatake : When he saw you entering your shared apartment with the flowers in hand, he smiled under his mask “What a nice surprise. And to tell I was wondering what took you so long” He pulled down his mask and gave you a long awaited kiss after a long day of work for both of you. As he took them he took in there delicate parfum “And that smell as nice as they look. Thank you Y/n. I’ll see how I can make it up to you as well” Your heart swelled “Kakashi you don’t need too it’s my pleasure” But he took you of guard “Okay I’ll give you pleasure” “Huh ? What ?” with a swift motion the flowers were securely put in a vase and you were carried on his shoulder towards your bedroom.

Shikamaru Nara : When he saw you coming from afar he sighed before shaking his head slightly. When you handed him the flower he took them while a smirk was playing on his lips “My why are you always this troublesome ?” he said. But you knew he liked the present “This is going to be such a drag to water everyday” he took a step closer towards you “Though for you I’m sure I can make some room for that” he said twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. This time it was you who smirked “Only for that Shika ?” He chuckled at your comment before leaning in and pecking your lips chastely “Keep going and you’ll see I have plenty of room to make when it’s for you” “Well then What are you waitin-” you didn’t even finish your sentence that he swept you off your feet. Well at least now you were going to know what he was hinting at. Though a part of you knew damn well what it was going to be about.

Utakata : He saw you coming from afar. He noticed the pep in your step and followed you walking up to him from the corner of his eye “Utakata ?” you said it was clear that you were excited for some reason “Y/n ?” he said, unsure of what you were up to “I’ve brought you… this !” you said, taking the flowers from behind your back and guiding them into his hands. He looked at the bouquet which was now in his hands, then back at you. And back at the flowers and back at you “What are those for ?” he said. His usual cold tone accompanying each one of his words “They are for you Dear” “I see that but what for ?” “I think the pastel blue brings out your beautiful brown eyes, that's all” you said smiling at him. His eyes widened as he saw your face inching closer to his. Your lips looked very kissable from his point of vue all of a sudden. Maybe your training could wait only for one kiss or two after all. So he dipped in and tasted your soft lips “Mmmh still so exquisite” he thought. Yes, maybe training could wait a bit more.

Minato Namikaze : You’ve set him the surprise in a pretty vase and set it on the table waiting for him to discover it when he’ll be back from his Hokage office. He didn’t even notice them bruh or if he did he wouldn’t have though they were for them “My my does the fastest man of Konohagakure go so fast he doesn’t even see the flowers her wife bought for him ?” you joked. “Y-you’ve b-bought me f-flowers ? I don’t k-know what to say” You got up but in no time he went from the door to in front of you. You cupped his blushing cheek “Just a kiss will but even a smile will suffice” He immediately leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. As he pulled away though he took your hand in his “But if you allow me I can give you much more than just a kiss Y/n” he said. His eyes were twinkling with a mischievous glow despite his quiet tone. “Only if you’re not too tired” you responded. “I’m never tired for you. In fact…” he swept you off your feet and brought you to your room “…now I feel widely awake to do whatever you’re in for” And that’s how the next day you had troubles walking ; )

Tobirama Senju : He’s part of the side eye team as well. The bouquet receives a criminal offensive one “I’m a ninja I don’t need flowers” Despite his harsh answer you smirked. First because you knew he would react like this and second because you could sense he was glad you thought to grind him something even if he didn’t know how to actually handle the gift. So you decided to tease him further lmao. Pointing towards your chest you said “Those neither and if I recall yesterday you-“ You didn’t even finish your sentence his hand went to your mouth “Shhhhhhhhh ! Okay ! Okay fine ugh… thank you. They look pretty… I guess” you engulfed him into a hug “See it wasn’t that hard with a little help” you chuckled. He was looking at everything but you, his cheeks slightly flushed “You’re insufferable” he said, shaking his head slightly, though he couldn’t help the little smile that had appeared on his lips.

Hidan : He looks at you curiously when you extend the bouquet to him “Doll you know those aren’t part of my rituals for Jashin right ?” you giggled at his straightforwardness “Of course I know that. I bought them for you and no one else” He saw you walk toward a vase you also bought and set them on his night table. His purplish eyes followed your every move as you walked back up to him. His hands gripped your hips as he continued with a seductive tone “Mmh and what for then ?” you smiled at him “Well let’s just say that you worship Jashin and I worship…” you walked your fingers on his broad shoulder “…you” His eyes widened slightly at your words as a smirk spread on his lips “Oooh and can your worship lie in more than flowers or…” he let his words trail “All you ask I’ll do” you said breathlessly lost in his gaze as you started to feel his hands rubbing circles on the skin your shirt was showing “Okay then you see this cupboard ? Bend on it and let me do the rest. My good little worshiper” he said with a husky voice that gave you an inkling of what was to come.

Genma Shiranui : He raises an eyebrow at you, his tone teasing as always “Mmh look at that. A beautiful flower gifting me beautiful flowers. But between us you look appetizing compared to them” You blushed slightly at his suggestive comment “Genma just take them. Don’t embarrass me on the damn street. People will hear you” he chuckled darkly “Baby the whole village hears you when the night comes-” “Shhhhhhhhh !!!!!” you hissed. Making him chuckle even more. His arm circled your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him and kissed your temple “You know I like teasing you. I can’t help it. Your reactions are always delightful” he said, playing with the senbon between his teeth as he looked down at you. You playfully stuck your tongue out at him “You’re so mean” “But I know you love it” he chuckled rubbing his hand on your shoulder. And gosh know it was true.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧇🥓 Again my requests are open 🥚🧁

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fraugwinska · 7 days

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Follow up idea to the person who suggested that lovely birthday doodle request,, Reader who can draw proficiently as a hobby and often sketches folks at the hotel in their sketch book. Alastor is a bit offended that no matter what it seems as though he’s no where in this book, when they retire for the night he brings it up almost as if he’s jealous and they laugh at him. He’s upset because now he feels as though they are making fun of him until they retrieve another book and turns out they draw him in privacy (he’s so special he has his own book) It’s so cute too theres little heart doodles and them holding hands everywhere

Darling, how can I say no to 1) you *handheart* and 2) to such a cute pürompt? Make way, guys, gals and non-binary pals, here comes the fluff-queen!

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Pictures of You

“ME NEXT! ME NEXT!” You tugged your sketchbook out of Niffty's small but surprisingly strong fingers. The little demon giggled and almost fell from your shoulder, making you laugh.

“Niff, any more doodles of you and I'd have to pay you royalties. Also, Angel asked first.”

You grinned, turning another page of the thick binder to an empty canvas and twirled the coal pen in your hand. Husk had just involuntarily changed his sleeping position from 'face in hands' to 'face on counter', groaning at the impact, so you wanted to start anew. Niffty resumed to braid your hair – you often let her just do what she wanted, she had a knack for it anyways – and huffed. “You only want to draw him because he can do impossible poses.” “Well, he is flexible.”

“Comes with the job, sweet cheeks.” Angel, who had entered through the door, grinned at you, taking his pink heart-shaped sunglasses off while he walked behind you, leaning over your shoulder. “Aw, toots, you really are talented, Husky looks like a snack there. Can I have that when 'ya done?”

“Have what, my effeminate fellow?” Angel jumped as Alastor materialized behind him without warning, releasing a startled 'Jesus Christ on a cracker!' while his lower set of arms clung onto your tensed shoulders. The radio demon laughed heartily, bending over slightly to look past Angel's head. He craned his neck and reached with his cane, forcing you to lean sideways so he could examine what you were drawing.

You flinched at the contact with the strangely warm metal, but didn't look up from the page. You only gripped the black coal tighter, feeling it beginning to crack. Alastor hummed in what sounded almost fond praise, giving a brief tap to Husk's shape on the paper.

"Marvelous! What a talent you have." he proclaimed. "Although I have to ask again, my dear, how come you never draw me? Surely I could..."

You lifted a finger, face scrunched up in concentration and shook your head, eyes firmly on the almost finished sketch. Alastor clicked his tongue in a displeased way, clawed fingers impatiently tapping the microphone at the end of his cane.

"Really, dearest. I have a great interest for-"

"Hold on!"

"-a unique idea of the possibilities-"

"Done!"

As you finished, you stretched your cramped hand, setting down the charcoal on the armrest of the red plush sofa and rubbing your fingers to get rid of the black stains. You ripped the paper out of the sketchbook and handed it to Angel, carefully avoiding Alastors burning eyes and ignoring the angry static pops sizzling on your skin.

"There you go, Ange. You can lock it in with a little coat of hairspray, otherwise it will smudge easily."

You hastily stood up, letting Niffty tumble down your back onto the sofa with a wild giggle while you quickly assembled your things. You saw Alastor open his mouth and interrupted whatever speech he might've wanted to deliver you, your heart racing and mouth unusually dry.

"Oh, would you look at the time, I promised Charlie to get laundry done by the evening, I better get going. Maybe another time, yeah? Okay, bye!"

You were already through the door by the time he had registered you leaving, mouth half-open and ready to protest against whatever injustice he felt you had done him. His eyebrow twitched slightly at your retreating figure, eyes flickering between the corner you disappeared around and Angel Dust, the latter laughing mockingly at the deer.

"Aw shucks, failing again, deer daddy? What is it now, the fifth time she blew 'ya off?"

"The seventh.", Niffty corrects him, scratching on the black spot where you had set the charcoal in between your work. Alastor gave her a sour expression, while Angel leaned back, eyeing the sketch of his subject of interest with lovingly.

"Maybe she took 'ya by heart, Smiles. Don't 'ya always say 'ya got a face for radio only?"

***

Alastor was fuming.

Everyone was in that damn book, everyone. And yet, he was nowhere in it to be found.

In his opinion he was far superior in beauty of aesthetics then, for example, Angel Dust, or Vaggie. Hell, Husk had even made an entry, and all he did was lay around and drink himself into oblivion. Why would you take the time to sketch these nobodies in detail instead of him? Was he that unimportant to you, did you deem him that unworthy? Or was this your subtle way of making fun of his appearance, his laughable predicament of being a predator in a prey body?

He thought he'd have been generous enough not to reprimand you, or destroy that damned book all together after all this time. It was your luck that he had developed a strange fondness of you. Alastor only ever bothered himself with a few souls since his arrival in hell, and his encounter with you was a happy coincidence indeed. You were so much less annoying, so much more quiet and respectful than most of the demons around him, with your charcoal pen behind your ear and a keen eye for beautiful things that you turned into artworks like it was your second nature.

And even though you've always seemed to take a liking to him, his patient questions for a sketch, a portrait or just anything of him was met by you with dismissiveness, awkward excuses or outright evading, only ever drawing other sinners, even the cursed piglet Angel called a pet. But never, never him.

This couldn't go on any longer. He would talk to you about it, and either you would draw him willingly or you would draw nothing at all.

Your room was located only three corridors down his own suite, right across of a broken down door. Despite the late hour you had left the door cracked open, music faintly streaming through it along the orange light of your desk lamp. Which meant you were still awake. Still working. Still drawing.

The door made no sound when he pushed it open, carefully peeking his head inside. He was right, your back was hunched over your desk, completely lost in your work while your voice hummed along with the little melody from the radio.

The radio he had gifted you. He snapped his fingers and the music screeched loudly before coming to a stop, the radio dying instantly and making you jump in your seat.

"JESUS!" You whipped your head around, clutching your heart. He gave his best charming smile, red eyes narrowing in on you.

"No dear, it's just me." he smiled maliciously and closed the door behind him, it clicking ominously shut. Locked. You laughed awkwardly, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face and hastily closed the thick, black sketchbook on the desk shut, a different one than the one from before. A new one. Another cursed one without him in it, surely.

"Haha, thank satan, I'm not dressed to meet the son of god." you quibbed, avoiding his gaze and twirling your pencil, something you always did when you were nervous.

He didn't join into your joke, instead he walked over to your dresser, where the filled sketchbook from before laid. Open, showing a detailed drawing of Keekee stretching in front of the fireplace. The blasted cat was the last straw.

"Why," Alastor spoke sharply, barely registering his antlers sprouting in angry cracks, "are there any and every sinners and creatures depicted in that... doggone, ridiculous thing?".

His words were spat with so much anger he missed your scared and confused look when you pushed your chair back, almost tripping and scrambling to get away. "What? Alastor, I..."

He hit the book once, almost tearing the thick parchment. "And not one mention of me? You have no idea how utterly vexing and insulting it is to feel ignored, or rather unnoted! What did I do, oh do tell, dear, that makes you think of me so below you that you just outright forget my existence?!"

Again, he hit the book, feeling it starting to rip from the amount of pent up frustration tightening his grip. But it did feel good, immensely so, to take it out on the damn thing he would have shredded weeks ago, if you didn't enjoy it so much.

"N-Nothing, you really don't... you don't understand...", you laughed nervously, eyes too pleading, too soft for his liking, as if you mocked him or worse: Pitied him. The thought alone fueled his anger further.

"Then I advise you to make me understand, my darling.", he growled, shoes scratching on the wooden floors with each step as he neared you, pressing you against the desk. "Because otherwise, I have no inhibitions to incinerate every single one of these god damn..."

"I draw you all the time. In your own book."

You grabbed the sketch book from the desk and thrust it in his face, spouting more nonsense with teary eyes that went deaf through his ears, only glaring at the cover and then opening it, ready for anything.

Nothing. Nothing but him.

There was no mention of anyone else.

There was nothing but him. His face. Portraits, stills, sketches, whole sceneries, doodles even.

Pages and pages full of his own features, his eyes looking back at him, so carefully captured in coal lines that his head reeled.

There he was, walking in long strides through the lobby, hair perfect and suit straight, the drawing so detailed it could've been a photography. On the other side was a picture of him, his eyes narrowed, showing no emotion as he stared down at the hotel papers in his hand. The next page, he was captured in a fight with that buffoon Sir Pentious, his is mouth cracked in an evil smile, claws stretched and ready to snap the snakes' airship in half.

And ever in between those artworks: Little doodles, as if drawn with an absent mind, of him and you. Holding hands. Embracing each other. Laughing together. Gazing into each others eyes. Silly hearts all around them.

Alastor almost dropped the book and the shakily uttered your name, for once truly at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Alastor...", he finally heard your muttering, voice trembling with tears. "I didn't know how... I was just... so... so embarrassed, and..."

Embarrassed. The absolute absurdity of it all.

Here he had been, worried you found him beneath the beauty you held in such esteem, wounded even so much as to bring out this unjustified anger. The fool he was. He was an idiot to have not considered the other possible explanations for your reticence.

Slowly, carefully, as if you'd spook and run should he move too fast, Alastor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, still holding the book safely in his hand, pressing it into your back. At his will, his shadow lifted a hand and turned the radio on once again, a low hum resounding from the speakers as the soothing, quiet music continued.

"Mon cœur, the unnecessary pain you caused us both. And yet, I'm the one who has to apologize.", he said with an honesty he rarely spoke with. "We're both, evidently, quite hopeless. No use in keeping these feelings and words unsaid any longer then, hm? Can you forgive this old fool?"

You stared at him bewildered, at a loss for words yourself, before a relieved smile cracked your worried frown. Shiny tear streaks were running over your reddening cheeks, he wiped them off your face with a soft swipe of his thumb.

"Of course... As long as I can continue drawing you." You chuckled and pushed your face into his chest, Alastor was more than certain to hide the flush of your cheeks. He chuckled, gripping the book in his hands tighter as he buried his nose in your hair. You smelled like paper, paint and charcoal. And underneath it all lingered the scent of something new, yet familiar. Something... very much like him.

"Draw the both of us like this to perfection, darling, and that would be a deal worth to agree on."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #angel dust #hazbin hotel niffty #quick fic #oh so fluffy #i love ieatcocoa #fraugwinskas frauchen

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avengersassemble123 · 4 months

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Princess

PAIRING: Dad!RAN HAITANI X Mom!READER, (DOMESTIC AU, PARENT AU) RAN AND READER ARE IN THEIR 30S. Genre: Fluff, Slight angst, Heartwarming, Slight crack at the end.

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You and Ran had two cute daughters, Reina, your eldest who was 4 years old, and Rimika, your newborn of 10 months.

You had picked up your kids from your parents house after you returned from work, after which you changed them into their nightwear and pajamas, serving them their dinners, before putting Rimika to sleep. As you put Rimika to sleep, you noticed your other daughter no where in her room, making you confused. After making sure your youngest was asleep, you walked into the living room, only to find your daughter, sitting on the couch with her legs spread, her blond small braids on her shoulders, her arms crossed, staring at a distance with a pout. You'd never lie that you two made exceptionally cute kids, but you had to figure out what was going on in your daughter's mind.

"What's on your mind sweetie?" You said, as you sat beside her on the couch, folding your legs up on the couch, your one hand resting on the top of the headrest, where you leaned your head against, while your other hand poked your daughter's cheek.

"Nothing..." Your daughter mumbled, the pout still not leaving her face, making you snort, "Are you sure? You can tell me if something's troubling you, okay? Im your mama, and ill help you no matter what, and so does daddy. So dont be shy or scared to tell us anything, because we are here for you."

"Okay.." Your daughter mumbled, making you more confused. Reina was an energetic and cheerful girl, but also surprisingly mature for her age. So it was an obvious surprise seeing your cheery baby be quiet and calm.

You two stayed in silence for a few moments, as you continued watching TV, since you were waiting for your husband to return home and have dinner together.

You could see Reina take glances at you, opening and closing her mouth for a few seconds. You didnt want to force her into telling you, as you wanted her to develop the trust for you from within her. After a few minutes you heard your daughter speak.

"Mama"

"Yea?"

"Why does Dada spend so much money?"

You looked amused at your elder daughter, Reina, as she looked cute with her head tilted slightly, eyebrows furrowed curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Well...today at school, Mimi said that her mom scolds her for asking too much toys, and that she needs to grow more big and be a good girl to get more toys. But when i ask Dada to buy me something he gives me what i want. Does this mean I'm a bad girl?"

You then fully turn towards your daughter, lowering the voice of the TV, before speaking, "No sweetie, thats not completely true. Yes you need to be good girl and grow big to get some much cooler toys, but Dada buys you stuff because he loves you very much, and just wants you to be happy and see you smile."

Listening to this, your daughter's eyes sparkled, as she crawled and sat beside you, "Really?"

"Yes really"

Reina then put a finger on her lips in her thinking pose, as she sat facing towards you on the couch, "Why does Dada love us and Uncle Rindou so much then?"

You took a deep breath, thinking of how to exactly answer this question, "That's because when Dada was just like you, he didnt have anyone to love him and uncle Rindou, just like how Dada loves you. Thats why Dada gives you big warm hugs so that you know that he will always be there for you."

Reina crawled towards you more, as she hugged you by the waist, making you hug her as well, as you soothed her hair with your one hand. You decided to let her stay awake this time, as you knew she wanted to see her dad.

After half an hour, you heard a jingling of keys, before you saw the lilac haired man walk in, exhausted, his eyes glimmering as soon as it fell on you and your daughter.

Reina broke from your grasp, before rushing towards her father, yelling 'Daddaaa' as Ran kneeled down to catch her into a hug.

"Heyy Princess, I missed youuu." Ran said, as he picked her by both his hands and hugging her tightly, as you walked towards the father daughter duo, "Okay Reina, let Dada clean himself up before you yammer his ears out."

After Ran came out of the bedroom freshened up, he saw his daughter sat on the kitchen counter talking about her favourite cartoon, while you readied both of yours dinners, humming and replying to her conversation in between.

As Ran walked towards the kitchen, Reina spotted him, squealing and telling him to pick her up by signalling him by her wide open arms. He picked her up, balancing her by his hip and one arm, while the other held his plate, as you two settled on the couch.

As you three talked with each other, Reina twiddled with her braid, before asking,

"Dada i want to ask you something."

"What is it princess?"

"Does your Mama and Dada love you?"

You both looked at Reina surprised at the sudden question before looking at each other, wondering how to answer the question, before Ran took deep breath, looking towards the TV for a few seconds, before audibly exhaling, "Well sweetie, i dont have a mama or dada."

Reina tilted her head in confusion, "Why not dada? Where are they?"

"I don't know sweetie. Me and uncle Rindou don't know where they are."

"Why?" Reina prodded.

"Because my Mama and Dada didn't want me and uncle Rindou, so they threw us away."

Ran was used to it and was in terms with it since him and his brother were young, so he said it casually as if it was not a big deal. Reina pouted sadly, as she stopped twiddling with her blonde braid.

"Awwww" Reina said sadly, as Ran nodded, as he continued eating his food. "I know right. But now i not only have uncle Rindou, but your mama, Rimika and you as well now."

Reina stayed quiet for a few seconds before innocently looking into Ran's eyes.

"I want you Dada."

Ran stopped mid bite, as you both looked at her in surprise.

He could feel himself becoming warm, surprisingly feeling his eyes blur slightly, as he put down the spoon on his plate before tugging his baby towards him, "Come here pumpkin." Ran cooed, hugging Reina tightly as Reina reciprocated the hug, as she buried her face in his chest. Your heart swelled with warmth as you heard your daughter's heartwarming words, and the warm interaction between the father and daughter.

Ran and Rindou had to work their asses off before they were one of the toughest delinquents in Roppongi in their teens, and they were happy and enough with each other. So they didnt bother with their parents' absence majority of the times, but that also meant them having lack of parental affection as well.

Ran never thought about his future much until he met you, making you one of the few people he cared about, asides from Rindou and some of his friends. And now you gifted him with two beautiful daughter with equally beautiful hearts. And hearing his daughter's words, he never knew that such her few words would make him so vulnerable and loved, as if his inner child had been healed.

"I want you Dada. I love you."

"I love you too, so so so much princess, more than anyone can imagine." Ran said as he showered her face with kisses, not breaking the hug, as you rubbed your hand soothingly at his back.

"Dada will always be with you and would fight any bad guys trying to hurt my princesses."

Reina giggled as she was showered by her dada's attention and kisses. After finishing your dinners, Reina played with you both, as she kept on chatting and talking about her day in school, and how she got a star in her hand by the teacher for good job. Soon, unsurprisingly, she felt sleepy as she let out a yawn, making Ran moving to pick her.

"Dada i wanna play with you more."

"We'll play tomorrow. Now you're very sleepy."

"Awww I'm not. Pwease Dada." Reina whined as she wrapped her arms around Ran's neck and pulling him down, as she sat on the floor, whining, but her sleepy eyes saying otherwise.

"How about you go to sleep now and Ill tell you a bedtime story."

Reina blinked, as she thought about the offer before nodding and letting Ran pick her up, as she buried her face on his shoulder.

As he settled Reina in her bed, Ran told her a fairytale bedtime story, as Reina listened closely, before she felt her eyes droop.

As Ran saw her fall asleep, he soothed her head by his hand before kissing her on her forehead. He then kissed lightly on Rimika's forehead before walking out of the kid's room, and entering both of your's master bedroom, as you readied yourself to sleep.

As you both got on the bed, you had a slight smile on your face, as you placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"

Ran looked at her, "Yea, in fact, im more than fine." Ran smiled genuinely, which made you kiss him on the cheek.

"im glad. Reina really does love you a lot, sometimes even more than me which makes me jealous. A complete Dada's girl. I wont even be surprised if even Rimika would favor you more." You joked, as Ran snorted lightly, as you both sat leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"Well its the Haitani genes, baby? What did you expect? Im the cooler parent obviously" Ran smirked, making you playfully roll your eyes.

We sat for a few seconds in silence, before Ran spoke up, "I was thinking of taking a holiday from work tomorrow, and spend some time with the kids. Ill inform Rindou about it"

"I think thats a good idea as well, its been a while, and Reina and Rimika did miss you a lot. But inform Rindou now, because we both know damn well you wont wake up early in the morning, and even if you do, you'll become a grumpy old man."

Ran rolled his eyes, at your comment, reaching towards his phone by the bedside table. "You are just proving my point the more you roll your eyes."

"Watch your tongue woman." Ran glared playfully, as he texted Rindou about his leave, before setting the phone aside, wrapping his hands around your waist, as you switched off the bedside lamps and laid down on the bed to sleep. Ran snuggled you towards him, your back towards his chest, as you could feel his chest moving.

"By the way, you need to stop spoiling your kids more. We already have a mini you in the form of our eldest daughter, and if you spoil her more, she's gonna turn into a brat."

"What wrong with a mini me? Im great."

you turned around, facing him, your eyebrows raised, giving him a 'really' look, "No offense, but i cannot let our daughter inherit your personality of all people."

"I have a great personality woman, what are you talking about. Im charming, fun and easy going."

"You have a shitty personality."

"Oh yea? Bold words coming from the woman who married and had sex with this personality, not to mention, have two kids."

You rubbed your fingers at the bridge of your nose as you sighed, knowing he had a point, as Ran smirked, his droopy eyes lit up in amusement.

"Fine, just dont spoil them too much. As it is Reina has started throwing tantrums more than usual, i dont want her to continue like this."

Ran raised his eyebrow amusingly, as he calmly and jokingly spoke, "Reina doesnt throw much around me though?"

"Of course she won't, she knows you'll give her anything you want."

"And that i will always do, no matter what. She's my little princess after all."

#ran haitani #ran headcanons #dad ran haitani #ran x reader #ran x y/n #ran x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #ran haitani fluff #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #dad ran haitani x mom reader #dad!ran haitani x mom!reader #tokrev domestic #tokrev domestic hc

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popsicle-stick · 1 year

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I'd love to hear about your coloring/pose choices once you post your turnarounds ~

oh! well, while i'm here, i might as well post what i have so far

(the first 2 turns are their initial look, the third is their final look)

so! with jonathan, i initally went for a homely, warm look - he's fresh and a little nervous, kitted out in travelling gear that i'm sure he (and/or mina) bought especially for the occasion - i feel like he hasn't gone much beyond england before. i admit i was kind of spiteful and stole the red scarf from the league of extraordinary gentlemen's mina - which made this discovery from the milwaukee ballet version all the more serendipitous! by the end, he, like everyone, is in funeral gear, but he retains the scarf - it's matted and covered and grime, but it stays there. it helps break up the black, but also, it could maybe stand for a lot of Thematic Motifs, like love, sex, transgression, and, uh, blood. take your pick. also - not that important and it's hard to see, but i hc him with dark grey eyes, and when his hair changes, i really like the idea of his eyes becoming paler and washed out looking.

for mina, i wanted her to seem to seem unremarkable on first glance, but if you look closer, her outfit is supposed to be slightly masculine, with the waistcoat and collar. that's as much as she allows herself, though. she's a woman in a financially and socially vulnerable situation, and so i feel like she's someone who cares a lot about how she presents herself, and i wanted this to show. for her end-of-book look, i wanted her to match jonathan somewhat with the vampiric vibes. in her case, it's literal, so i took her eyes from a dark brown to deep red, and she's a very uncharacteristic mess. in both cases, i feel i was maybe a LITTLE on the nose with the dracula-eque vibes at the end, but whatever! who cares. she can wear what is essentially a red silk-lined dracula cloak because she should be able to have a bit of vampire swag in this testing time

#also i think it was linguisticparadox on the server who came up with the cosmic brain idea that mina knitted his scarf for him....cry #it makes everything so much more meaningful too #anyway. jonathans final look is very much alexa play wasteland by the mission #i'm about to start on van helsing which should be fun. by the end i want a full lineup that i can bung in my portfolio #WOW this is so much more explanation than what really went into these small drawings afhkafl

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chellestrash · 1 year

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just a favor

Carmen Carmy Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: Your roommate and close friend Carmy offers you some assistance after you share with him the details of your shitty date.

Warnings: smut, explicit, oral sex (female receiving), mutual masturabation, handjob, swearing, a bit awkward in some places because its Carmy

World count: 2.9k

A/N: Not sure if this is any good but I've had this idea for a bit now so I had to sit down and actually write it. First time writing Carmy so if its shitty just dooont tell me. Thank you to @chelseasdagger and @baby-walsh for encouraging me to actually write this and thank you to @chelseasdagger for proofreading!

“So? How do I look?”

Carmy glances back over his shoulder. Looking into the apartment through the fire escape window, he squints a bit to try and see you a little better.

“Sorry, what?”

He asks, obviously distracted as usual, and you change your pose slightly, showing off your outfit.

“How do I look? I got a date.”

“Oh…oh really?”

“Mhm…so?”

“Oh yeah. Date yeah, you look great!”

He settles on an answer, pushing his hand through his hair before crossing his arms in front of his chest, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Well, thanks.”

You mumble under your breath with a little smile before climbing out through the window and onto the fire escape. Carmy watches you for a moment before handing the cigarette over. You nod softly as a thank you, and place the cigarette between your lips. The end lights up as you take a deep breath in before letting the smoke out with a quiet sigh.

“Nervous?”

He asks quietly, and you chuckle, leaning back against the windowsill as you hand the cigarette back and shake your head.

“No, not really, I just…guess I don't like the guy that much.”

You explain, and Carmy frowns at your words.

“Wait, so…so why do you…”

You shrug, not really sure what answer to give him.

“He's cute.”

You look over and watch Carmy nod slowly with an unsure expression.

“Okay, I…guess that makes sense.”

“Does it though?”

You look up at the sky slowly turning darker now after the sun set somewhere behind the silhouettes of the city, silently doubting your own choices.

“Well it… I mean”

You clear your throat, and he looks over while finishing the cigarette.

“Doesn't matter.”

You try to dismiss the whole thing.

“Just don't stay up waiting on me for too long, okay?”

You instruct, climbing back into your apartment through the small window.

“Good thing I wasn't planning to!”

Carmy yells back, looking over his shoulder again, watching as you wave goodbye before shutting the door behind you. He stays silent for a moment, taking a deep breath in before pushing his hand through his hair. He exhales loudly, scratching the back of his head, and for a moment he considers running after you.

“Shit.”

He mumbles quietly. Finishing the cigarette, he tosses the end of it into the ashtray on the windowsill before accepting defeat.

Carmy drags his hand down his face with a big sigh. Noticing the sound of the TV in the living room, he realizes he missed the moment you got back home. He didn't sleep much, the train of thoughts rushing through his head in what seemed like a never ending cycle, successfully keeping him from getting any actually rest during the few hours you were out.

“Fuck.”

He mumbles quietly as he makes his way out of the small bedroom.

You turn at the sound of his footsteps, giving a small smile and a wave before you gesture, inviting him to join you over on the couch.

“Can't sleep?”

You ask, and he sighs, rubbing his hand over his shoulder and flopping down on the couch next to you.

“Didn't feel like it.”

You shrug, moving closer as you throw your legs over his lap, more in a search of heat than some kind of sudden need for romance.

“That sounds healthy.”

He nods at your voice, clearing his throat and crossing his arms in front of his chest, eyes on the TV the entire time. You notice the way he makes sure not to look down at your thighs, now crossing his lap, and you breathe out a little laugh.

“So how was the date?”

Carmy asks after a moment, turning his head in your direction, his eyes still on the TV.

“Ehh, you know…awful.”

“Really?”

His attention is now focused completely on you.

“Terrible.”

Carmy snorts, and you glare at him with an exaggerated, offended expression.

“You serious?”

He shrugs as an answer.

“Just...had a feeling. I’m sorry, okay, how so?”

You roll your eyes but decide to let it go.

“Well, for starters, the food fucking-”

“Sucked?”

“It fucking sucked, Carmy, Jesus Christ, I don't know where the fuck he found that fucking place, Jesus. I mean, I've had better shit at convenience stores than whatever the fuck that was.”

He chuckles quietly with a soft smile, his bright blue eyes glancing over your face as you go over the details of your painfully ordinary and boring date.

“Second thing…he's just an ass.”

“But we knew that.”

Carmy points out, and you nod, admitting your fault.

“We did know that, yeah, was my bad.”

“That's okay.”

He comforts you with those two simple words.

“I mean…we all make shitty decisions sometimes.”

“Yeah.”

You prop your head up on your hand, resting your elbow on the armrest of the couch.

“Okay, so we got a shitty guy.”

He lists, counting on his fingers.

“Mhm.”

You nod, letting him continue.

“Shitty food?”

“The shittiest.”

“Okay, he’s got two strikes then?”

Camry asks, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waits for your answer.

“Well…”

You change your position a little bit, letting out a quiet laugh as you close your eyes and sigh softy.

“There’s a third thing.”

“Third strike? I mean, three strikes on one date, that’s pretty fucking bad if you ask me.”

Camry makes you laugh again, it’s comforting how natural it feels to just be around him. Even after a long and busy day that ended with a not so great date, you can still feel the need to be around him.

“Three strikes…that’s pretty fucking shitty.”

“Yep.”

He turns back to the TV, his arms crossed in front of his chest again. Your legs are still in his lap, and you catch yourself staring at him for a bit too long.

“So what’s the last thing?”

“Hmm?”

You realize you were too busy looking at his features in the moment and the words fly over your head.

“What was the third thing? What did he do?”

“Oh, it’s…it’s more so what he didn’t do.”

Camry frowns, confused as he tries to read your expression. One of his hands falls onto your lap.

You shrug after a moment.

“I didn't…get to come. He didn't do it.”

The way his eyes get wider for a second almost makes you scoff, but you stop yourself at the last second.

“Don’t look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, I told him what to do, he just, didn't fucking feel like it.”

“Sorry! I get it-I mean, it…not like that I don’t just… I’m just-like, I’m just trying-”

He stumbles over his words, pushing his fingers through his hair before tugging at them, and you can’t hold back the little smile slowly making its way to your lips.

“I guess I just meant I-”

He looks up at you, but his gaze quickly falls again.

“Like I understand why-”

“…was that too much?”

The question lingers in the air for a moment before you hear his voice again.

“No, no, I don’t think it was too much I think…think you should talk about those things, right?”

You shrug, still smiling at his adorable attempt to be as understanding and considerate in this clearly slightly awkward situation for him.

“Yeah, yeah, I think so too.”

You reassure him while sitting back on the couch normally. You lean to the side and rest your head on his shoulder with a gentle sigh. Carmy battles his own thoughts for a moment, but when you snuggle even closer to him, he quickly throws his arm around you, his fingers slowly brushing over your side.

“Sorry the date didn't work out.”

He mumbles, glancing down at you.

“Yeah…well, maybe it's a good thing. I guess I’ll know not to go out with that asshole anymore.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, there you go. That's good.”

You nod, feeling the frustration of the evening slowly parting with your mind and your body. The quiet white noise of the TV overlapping the gentle sounds of the city coming from the open window and the feeling of another person this close to you, Carmy's fingers brushing over your ribs, it all slowly helps you push the bad unfortunate events of the day behind you and move on.

“Okay.”

You mumble after a moment before getting yourself off of the couch.

“I need to just be done with today.”

“Oh, oh sure, yeah. I get that.”

Carmy watches you smile at him before you walk around the couch and towards your room. You stop when he calls your name, turning back to face him again.

“Listen… I can’t help with shitty people, but there’s good food in the fridge if you want something and…"

“Yeah?”

“I… could help with the third thing.”

You feel your body respond to his words before your brain can actually process them. You didn't expect him to make the first move, you hoped he might, but you didn't expect him to.

“Camry, you don't-”

You breathe out a quiet laugh, trying to play off the situation as casually as possible, not sure if he actually meant what he was saying.

“No, I-I'm serious, I can help, just let…let me show you.”

“I don’t…need pity sex, Carmy.”

You try to see if that's what he has in mind.

“Wait, wait, no, that’s not - fuck.”

He tries to explain, raising his hand in your direction immediately, the other hand in his hair, eyes glancing around your face trying to estimate the damage.

“Fuck, shit, I didn’t-“

He swallows hard .

“You know I didn’t I-don’t mean it like that, I fucking-I hope you know.”

There’s a pause when he looks directly into your eyes. The words stop and the whole room falls silent as he waits for a response.

“How…how bad did I fuck up just now?“

“You didn’t.”

“No?”

You shake your head, and he reaches his hand out slowly.

“Okay,”

He starts quietly.

“Okay, come here.”

He gestures for you to step closer to the couch, and you do, sitting back down next to him.

“So you’re gonna help?“

You watch him glance down at your lips, his eyes stop right there for a moment before he glances back up into your eyes.

“Fucking hope so.”

He mumbles, and you smile at the tone of his voice.

“If I won't, I’ll take dishes duty for the rest of the week.”

“Month?”

You ask, moving in closer, and his eyes are back on your lips.

“Month.”

“Okay”

“Fuck.”

It's the last thing you hear before your eyes shut slowly, and you feel his lips on yours. His hand is on the side of your face, tilting it to the side slightly to deepen the kiss. You hum against his lips quietly, your hand moving to the sweet little curls on the back of his neck. You feel his hand now on your lower back, pulling you closer to him for another moment before he pulls away.

Carmy lays down on the couch, resting on his back before moving his hips up slightly. You climb on top, your first instinct makes you reach down between his legs to unzip his pants. He grabs your wrists, pulling you up higher, before you can do anything.

“Carmy-”

You start, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Come here, up, sit up.”

You don’t protest any further, adjusting your position quickly so that your thighs are now on either side of his face.

“Oh shit-“

You grab the hem of the fabric and pull it up so that you can now see him looking up from between your legs.

“What happened?”

“You didn’t-“

He swallows hard, and you feel his thumb brushing over your thigh gently.

“You don’t have anything under.”

You watch the way his eyes scan your face for a moment before they close after he glances back between your legs.

“That’s…yeah, that was on purpose, Carmy.”

You quickly breathe out a laugh, pushing your fingers through his hair.

“Ah…shit.”

He mumbles, turning his face off to the side. He thinks over his decision one more time before turning back to face you again.

“Ah, fuck it, okay.”

Pulling you back down on him, Carmy makes up his mind. You push your legs together slightly, feeling his tongue now pressing against your body between your legs. He kisses and pecks at your thighs, his fingers intertwined with yours as he slowly works his tongue against you.

You hum quietly, tilting your head back with your eyes closed as you let the feeling spread over your body. He switched from licking to sucking, and then kissing over your thighs again. It’s clear he doesn't want to just make you come as quickly as possible. He wants to build up the feeling, he’s trying to make you feel good for as long as he can.

“S-Carmy-“

You rest your hand on his chest behind you, pushing your hips forward slightly before exhaling sharply through your teeth.

“Carmy I can't-“

You attempt to pull away and sit back on the couch, the weight of your body heavy on your knees, but before you can finish your sentence you feel his fingers on your thighs.

Carmy pulls you down on top of him, letting you rest against his body completely now. His face still between your legs, his fingers digging into your thighs as he grunts loudly, clinging onto your body, determined to finish what he started.

You whine quietly at the increased force of the action, and your legs press together, your thighs closing around his head.

His thumb brushes over your leg reassuringly as his tongue works you over and over, nose bumping into your clit again and again until you feel yourself choking on the gasp that gets stuck at the back of your throat.

Unintentionally tugging at the ends of his messy curls again, you feel his hips buck slightly behind you. An idea sparks in your head, and you quickly reach back, your hand now on the bulge in his boxers. Carmy grunts, grabbing your wrist before you could do anything. He smacks your thigh a couple of times to get your attention back.

“Yo, don’t-you,”

You tighten your grip over the fabric and his whole body jerks underneath you.

“Shit-“

“I want to. Hey, Carmen…look at me, I want to.”

His fingers wrap around your wrist a bit harder while he thinks over your words. His intention wasn't to get anything out of this. He wanted to help, to make you feel good.

“C'mon, Carmy, it’ll be fun.”

You purr and he swallows hard.

“Yeah, okay. Okay, shit-.”

“Just try to relax.”

You push your hips forward slightly, dragging your nails over the fabric, and he grunts again as he attempts to pull your hips forward and onto his face again. You work your hand over his length, and he turns his face to push it into your thigh.

“I-I can’t… I don’t think I can focus when you, umm…when you-“

“You wanna try?”

You raise your eyebrow, and he nods after a moment, those bright blue eyes fixed on yours.

“Okay, okay fuck-“

He inhales hard before smacking your thigh one more time as a signal that he’s ready to go again. Holding your hand, he helps you up to his face before grabbing as much of your thighs as he possibly can. You work your hand over his cock as he works his mouth over your center, both of you feeling the blood rush between your legs more and more with every second.

You fight back the whines when he sucks your clit into his mouth again, and he tries to stop his own hips from bucking up into your hand. Grabbing your ass, Carmy lets you grind down on his mouth now, and a loud whine slips past your lips.

“Fuck-Carrmy-“

You start, your head falling forward as you try to catch your breath.

He hums against your body as a way to let you know that he’s also close now. You quickly push your thumb against the very tip before wrapping your hand tightly right under his head. His eyes shut tightly, and you feel his hips shake as he lets out a loud grunt. While coming, he pulls you down on top of him even harder. His tongue flicking against your clit makes you push your legs together again until he presses his tongue against you harder and hums deeply, finally pushing you over the edge.

You tug on his hair, panting loudly as your body gives out. The muscles in your stomach tense up, and you fall forward, failing to keep yourself up, leaning over him.

Carmy helps you down, letting go of your hand when you finally lay down on top of him. Staring up at the ceiling, he rests his hand on your back, brushing over the fabric of the dress. He pushes his other hand through the curls as he attempts to steady his breathing again.

“So…how was that?”

He asks, glancing down at you after a moment.

“Mmmm five out of ten?”

You answer, pretending to think about it way too hard. Carmy frowns, visibly offended.

“Didn’t look like five out of ten from where I was.”

He teases back and you scoff.

“Yeah, I had a better perspective.”

“Fuck you.”

He mumbles, his hand still brushing over your back gently.

“Okay, maybe like seven out of ten.”

“Oh yeah, no, thanks, that's great.”

You scoff quietly, letting your hand come up to the back of his neck.

“I didn't know you could do all that.”

“Yeah I,”

He starts, pushing his fingers through his hair before scratching the top of his head.

“Think it was like…an adrenaline rush or some shit, I don't-I don't really know.”

“Hmm.”

You nod.

“That's good.”

“Yeah…yeah, I guess it is.”

You rest your head back down on his chest.

“So… I don't need to do the dishes for like a month or-”

“Oh, fuck you, Carmen.”

He scoffs and you smile at the sound. Wrapping your arms around his chest tighter, you press your face against his chest and sigh loudly.

“Thanks for this.”

“...I honestly have no idea what I did, but… I'm glad it worked.”

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fanfiction #camry berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto smut #jeremy allen white

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heich0e · 1 year

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"That the last one?"

Kiyoomi slumps down torpidly into the chair at the end of the dining room table, nodding silently in reply to the question you'd posed. He looks tired, but not weary, a satisfied exhaustion making his eyes flutter as he rakes a hand through his curls.

"You didn't have to walk every single one of them out," you tease him, turning the music off that had been playing through the speakers in your home and setting your cellphone down on the edge of the table as you step towards him.

"They were my guests," Kiyoomi murmurs, his breath hitching ever so slightly as you sneak behind him and knead your thumbs into the muscle at the base of his neck, just above his shoulder blades. He sighs, his entire body slackening as you work the tips of your fingers into the knot beneath his skin, feeling it slowly begin to unfurl under your careful ministrations.

"I'm pretty sure the Miya twins know their way out by now," you remark, laughing lightly, knowing that the two brothers have stumbled out of your front door on their own two feet and own cognizance on more than enough occasions to merit taking on the task without a guide.

Kiyoomi tips his head back so he can look up at you, a little pout dragging down his bottom lip. "It's polite."

You smile, sneaking your hands up over his shoulders so that your palms can glide gently along the front of his shirt. As you dip down towards him, his eyes never stray from yours, even as you grow nearer.

Softly, you hum. "You're right. But you're also the birthday boy."

Kiyoomi's lashes flutter, and you see the way his gaze lowers to your lips just for a moment. You tilt your face towards his until your lips brush, the ghost of the kiss you know he really wants, a whisper in place of a scream. All too quickly, you pull away, and Kiyoomi groans as you step towards the opposite end of the table again.

"Did you have fun?" you ask him, plucking one of the last few unopened bottles of wine from the collection at the end of the table, and then two clean glasses to accompany it. Kiyoomi watches raptly as you make quick work of popping the cork, and then the slow trickle as you fill both glasses with a healthy pour.

"I did," Kiyoomi agrees quietly, his eyes trained to the steady flow of red wine from the bottle in your hands to the waiting glass below. A few years ago no one would have ever imagined that Kiyoomi would concur to a similar sentiment in this way. Just hours ago this home–his home, your home–had been filled to the brim, near bursting, with people. Every single one of them present to celebrate him. His friends. His family. You. But neither the crowd nor the invasion of his personal space that night were enough to unsettle him. Not even the mess that had been left behind seemed to dampen his spirits.

You smile to yourself as you realize it: realize just how much has changed in what feels like so little time. You love Kiyoomi now as much as you loved Kiyoomi then–the one who never would have allowed so many people to infiltrate his carefully guarded sanctuary, the one who scarcely let enough people close to him to fill a sofa let alone a home.

You turn to look at him, and aren't surprised to find him watching you again. You can't remember a time when you've searched for Kiyoomi's eyes in a room–whether crowded, empty, or somewhere in-between–and not found them already staring back at you. That's one thing that hasn't changed, and you're endlessly thankful for it.

You bring Kiyoomi his wine, setting the thin-stemmed glass in front of him as you lean against the edge of the table at his side. He watches as lift your own up to your lips, taking a sip, and his hand reaches to caress the warm skin of your thigh where the hem of your dress rests.

"You look pretty," he says quietly.

"Thank you, Kiyo," you reply, the same way you have each time he's told you the same thing that night.

"This is my favourite colour," he continues, pinching the hem of your dress delicately between his thumb and his pointer finger. You already know that too, of course, but hearing him say it still makes you feel good.

"That's why I wore it," your voice is breathy when you reply, your tongue peeking out to moisten your lips. You taste the wine that lingers on them as you do. "But I'm glad you like it."

Kiyoomi is still fiddling with the edge of fabric, his eyes glued to the skin that he reveals beneath it the further he eases the material up. He hasn't touched his wine, but his skin has begun to stain high along his cheeks not dissimilarly to the merlot waiting for his attention in his glass.

Finally he sighs, letting the hem slip from his fingertips, leaning forward and resting his cheek against your abdomen. Your fingers thread through his curls like second nature, holding him against you as the soft ringlets tickle the sensitive skin between your knuckles.

"Are you tired?" you ask him, though you're sure you already know.

He hums, nuzzling against you a bit more. Social events like this one do still take a lot out of him, regardless of the fact that he’s enjoyed himself. They make him a little needier–a little clingier–but you don't find that you mind it at all.

Kiyoomi pulls away after a few more moments of your comfort, reaching out for his neglected glass. He lifts it to his mouth, and as he swallows down a mouthful of the wine he finally lets his eyes sweep along his surroundings for the first time. You watch as his gaze traces the room while he swallows, admiring the delicate bob of his throat, and then he looks up at you again.

"There's a lot to clean up," he says, setting his glass back down atop the table. There's a drop of red wine clinging to the edge of his mouth, and you reach for him on sheer instinct, cupping his warm cheek in your hand and dragging your thumb along his lip to clean it off. Kiyoomi stares, inky eyes blown-wide and completely captivated, as you lift the digit up to your own mouth and lick it clean.

You can't help but smirk a little at how completely transparent his expression is to you now. How plainly you can see what he's thinking behind those ever-watching eyes.

"It's still your day, you know, birthday boy," you say to him, reaching behind you on the table until your fingers brush the unmistakable shape of the bottle of wine. You drag it towards you by the neck, the glass rumbling as it slides across the tabletop. As you lift it up, the bottle swings precariously in your grip. "That means you're allowed to make a mess."

Kiyoomi swallows, only this time theres no wine in his mouth. He reaches up and catches the base of the bottle as it sways idly before him, and you let him take it from your hand into his own. His eyes trail back to your dress–your pretty dress, his favourite colour dress–and yet again, you know exactly what the man in front of you is thinking, without him having to say a single word.

You and your dress would look even prettier in red.

#kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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rhettabbotts · 5 months

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Shelby, my love, happy spooky season! 🎃

For your celebration, how about dilf! Rhett and the babysitter with the prompts: “it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer. “ and “this is my favorite time of year, you know that?”

november flush- dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: a rain storm stops you from leaving rhett’s.

warnings: some suggestive language and actions. cuddling. kissing in the dark.

a/n: i decided to combine these two asks since they were nearly the same. great minds think alike hehe! @wkndwlff and @laracrofted i hope you enjoy <3

Thunder rumbled quietly in the distance, dark rain clouds looming over the mountain tops and Rhett could smell the rain in the air. They finally moved the rest of the herd into the east pasture and he was ready to call it quits for the day.

It was like the skies opened up and sheets of rain started beating down on him and the bunkhouse boys. They all ran in different directions seeking shelter. Rhett made a break for the house, wincing as the cold rain pierced his skin.

You were sitting on the couch waiting for the clock to strike 8 o’clock. It was nearly the end of your shift. The girls were fed and bathed and tucked into bed. You settled into the cushions with a warm cup of hot cocoa and you turned the television on for white noise.

The book you were reading nearly flew out of your hands as someone came barreling through the front door. Much to your surprise it was Rhett. He was soaked to the bone, Wranglers and flannel clinging to him like a second skin. Tendrils of graying hair stuck to his forehead as droplets of water fell to the hardwood floor.

“Is it that bad?” You questioned, biting back the giggle at the look Rhett gave you.

“Nah, it’s actually pleasant. You wanna go check it out?” Rhett bit back playfully as he toed off his worn out boots.

“I’m good right where I’m at.”

“I bet you are. I’m gonna go change and shower. Don’t think about leaving until that settles down. Bad storm was rolling in over the ridge.”

Rhett peeled the flannel from his body and you bit your lip at the way his white t-shirt clung to his chest, outlining every muscle and curve.

“Quit giving me that look, little freak. I’ll be back in a bit.”

He bounced up the stairs and you tried to lose yourself in your book once again but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to the man that was upstairs.

Rhett eventually traveled back down and threw his body onto the opposite end of the couch, grabbing your ankles and pulling you closer towards him. Even from where you sat, you could feel his body heat. His arms and cheeks were still slightly pink from the hot shower.

“I really do have to go before my dad starts to worry.”

“Shhhh… it’s dark out. And it’s raining. Bad. My arms are a much safer place for you to be,” he said as tugged you into his lap with ease, strong arms wrapping around your middle. He placed soft kisses to your jaw, across your cheek, and even one to the tip of your nose.

“You pose a great argument, sir,” you smiled as you nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent.

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Just as long as I can stay right where I’m at.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You know, this really is my favorite time of year. We oughta go hike tomorrow if the rain’s cleared out. The leaves will be beautiful,” Rhett suggested as he pulled a blanket over the two of you and turned on Poltergeist.

“That sounds like an amazing plan.”

“I love you. So much. One day, I’m gonna marry you,” Rhett whispered softly as he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #dilf rhett 4 ever <3 #rhett x babysitter #rhett abbott drabble #shelby’s spooky celebration!

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marchsfreakshow · 2 months

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Only Me [John B]

Smut

You're planning to head out to John B's boat with him, but halfway through your outfit decision, he just can't help himself.

Um, Christ yeah. Another obx fic I'm not sorry I'm slightly obsessed with this man. Cover made by me and yes that is me in the cover, do not comment on my body. Prepare to be blocked if you do.

Warnings!: Possessive John B, dub-con (almost), praise & degredation, PnV, nearly Dark!John B, fem!Reader (but that's obvious), crud smut writing :p

18+!- MINORS DNI. READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective.

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You adjusted the belt in front of the mirror, tugging at it a bit. Letting out a sigh, and cocking your head, you looked over to John B, who just seemed to be staring at you. A regular sight for you. Trying on an outfit in front of the floor-length mirror, and he'd be sitting there staring and admiring you with half-lidded eyes. Lust was what the man felt whenever you got changed regularly. Seeing how different clothes of yours fit you, and they encuatined parts of your body.

The jeans you were adjusting once belonged to your mom, she was a bit bigger than you, so you both figured these old jeans would fit you fine. They hugged your butt almost perfectly, making it seem more perky than it already was. They fit around your thighs the way you wanted and flared at the bottom a bit. The knee area was slightly discoloured from wear after the years, but to you, that made it look better. Constantly staring and posing slightly made you huff, and you turned around to John B. "What should I do with these? Like, what top?"

"Hm?" He shook his head out of whatever fantasy he was thinking deeply about and shrugged. "I don't mind, everything looks good on you." The sentence was ended with a wink, which you rolled your eyes at. At the moment you were just wearing a pyjama top, so you went through your tops drawer and picked out a normal, sage t-shirt, and a light blue tank top. A few holes near the top of it, but you didn't mind. No one would care really. That's what John B thought anyway, to you everyone would probably stare at you, positively or negatively.

You switched your pyjama top for the sage one and figured it would look better once you actually put a bra on. Your head swished around to your boyfriend again. "Does this one look okay?" You ask, doing mini poses while going back to yourself in the mirror.

"You know the answer to that." He winked at you again, immediately melting you inside. That wink-and-smile combo could kill you at any given point. It earned a giggle out of you, so you took the t-shirt off and replaced it with a tank top. The small poses started again and you hummed as you checked yourself out. "Fuck.." John B let out a small whine, but loud enough so you heard. You turned around and walked a bit closer to your boyfriend.

"You okay darl'?" You asked. He stood up and looked at you darkly. Before any other words could be said he grabbed the button of your jeans, pulling you close. A blush appeared as your body was immediately pulled to his. Harsh kisses were exchanged and as soon as you pulled away, "Fuck, what, was that?"

"you're wearing this outfit for me only. Understand?" He whispered harshly in your ear. His hands were wrapped around your waist, and your fingers gripped at the loose shirt he wore. You nodded as you gulped thickly. Just as quickly as you took a breath, John B stole it away from you and kissed you again just like he did a second ago. Instinctively, you sort of hobbled backwards, your legs hitting the back of your bed. "Mine." He hissed as you were pushed onto the bed.

He hastily undid your trousers, yanking them off you. It made you let out a small groan at the feeling, but you happily let it happen. "These,, are mine." He gripped your thighs, referencing the fact that the jeans curved around your butt and thighs perfectly. "Hips up." You obliged as soon as he said the words hips and pulled your underwear off.

"John B.." you whined as a knee was placed between your thighs. It took every ounce of self-control in you to not grind against his knee, your own desire for him growing with every kiss he placed on your neck. He stared into your eyes, his soul-baring into yours, as he threw his top in one direction and his shorts in the other.

"Such a good slut, wet already and I haven't even touched you." He chuckled lowly, leaning over you. He was telling the truth. Seeing John B so possessive and horny for one simple outfit made you feel warm and wet. His own feelings didn't help when he was looking down at you. Your hair spayed in all directions, your hands resting around the crooks of his neck, and your legs spread wide already for him.

In response, you nodded, but he tutted and took hold of your chin, pulling you up. Your noses were touching and your elbows helped you up. "You're so wet, aren't you? Who fucking for?" He asked "Huh? Tell me." He impatiently waited for an answer.

"you, John B. I'm wet, for you." You breathed heavily. He let go of your chin, and you threw yourself back down onto the mattress.

"good girl."

Those two words made a groan escape your lips, and you impatiently pulled him down to kiss him again. "Pup.." John B chuckled, reaching down to his cock. Every word that left him drove you crazy and the desire for him just grew.

Heavy and breathy kisses were exchanged as John B was jerking himself off. Almost painstakingly slowly, it felt like torture. A grin plastered on his face while you desperately kissed him. You knew he was revelling in the fact that he had this effect on you. So desperate for his dick, practically humping his thigh, just for some pressure on your clit. "awe, so cute." The man on top of you chuckled.

His chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, but it was interrupted by a loud moan. He finally thrust deep into you, and your reaction could have been in porn. How quick and deep he went into you, and how your back arched. A hand immediately slapped over your mouth. "not so loudly. You want the others to hear you?"

You shook your head as you muffled your moans into John B's large hand. "Words pup."

"No...no I don't." You groaned out as he continued to thrust into you, almost drilling you as he stretched your pretty cunt out.

"such a good puppy." His brown curls landed on your neck, and his face was hidden by your skin. Occasionally small bites made you let out a little 'yeowch-' In-between your moans. Marks left in the subtle crooks and crevices of your neck, so people would know you were John B's girl.

Quicker and harder.

It was becoming difficult to be quiet, your knees pushed to your stomach, tears threatening to leave your eyes. You knew your limits, he knew his. His pace wouldn't slow unless he saw an uncomfortable look on your face. In fact, it was the opposite, you were biting the blanket you stuffed in your mouth, eyes practically gone into the top of your head, and your hands gripping any fabric or skin they could find.

"You feel so good pup." He groaned as he thrust up harder than he had before, and you felt his nails dig into you. "Fuck...Gon.. gonna come." The man on top of you whimpered, it sent a jolt of pleasure through you, hearing the usually dominant man whimper that he was gonna cum.

Those pretty little moans of him overwhelmed you. Your orgasm came and ended quick. But he felt your cunt throbbing, every throb sending him closer. His own urge to edge himself, and make you come twice, backed down once the ropes of cum ended up in you.

As you lowered your arched back, you felt John B's weight on top of you. "I love you." You sleepily whispered, reaching a tired hand to John B's hair. He let out a happy sigh, laying on top of you. But not a few minutes went by, before he pulled out of you, and immediately grabbed a small random towel off the floor, cleaning you up.

"I love you too my puppy." He whispered, smiling widely at you.

"You still want to go out to the boat?"

"Nah."

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Tag: @slvt4jamesmarch

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clambuoyance · 9 months

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I reaaally like the way you draw faces and expressions, so if you want to share your process I'm here for it 👀👀

Yeah! I made a post a while ago talking about face proportions and such here but I can go into depth about how I do expressions!

I start with a really simple sketch which is usually funnier and way more exaggerated than the end product, for example:

Just like with poses, a lot of it is shapes and angles, and as a general rule in art, things that contrast help things feel dynamic! So the eye line contrasts with the mouth line or eyebrow line etc etc. And even the eyes usually differ from each other with one being more squinted or open. It's very cartoony but I like it :)

And the eye mask is a shape that can help you plan where eyes and eyebrows will go. Here's a thread on twitter about it since it explains it better than me. My eyes generally aren't as round and a bit more angular but the eye mask still helps plan how squished or stretched the eye area should be.

Different expressions obviously call for different things. Eyebrows are really helpful for this because just slightly turning them up or down can make totally different vibes. More serious expressions will probably have more wrinkles or tightness in the face, or more tightly knitted eyebrows, while relaxed ones will sit naturally just above the eyes. Also I just default towards the one eyebrow up + smirk combo because it's just too good okay I can see why dreamsworks throws every character into this expression for their posters T-T

Here is an example timelapse !!!!!!!!!!

So yeah, I'd also study expression sheets like those of Spiderverse (Especially Ami Thompson and Shiyoon Kim who did the sheet below for Gwen in the first movie) bc they are great to study from!!! As you can see the face shape also changes and features like her nose or mouth scrunch up. I usually focus on squishing/stretching the eyes but doing the same for the rest of the face is something I wanna work on too to make expressions more fun :)

#art tips #art tip #clam answers #expressions

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reidslovely · 10 months

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Another suggestion: reader furious with Peter, thinking she was cheated by him after his ex-girlfriend posted a photo of the two together in IG with a dubious and enigmatic caption... Too much drama, anguish, reader pulling away and running off somewhere to reflect... Peter finds her... Happy ending, please <3

Maybe not my best piece of work, but I did what I could and I like how it turned out. A little longer than I thought it would be haha. Hope you love it friend.

Admittedly, she was not too fond of the idea of going to Peter’s ten year high school reunion with him. They had just officially started dating about a month ago, and she was still unsure if these were things he wanted her to attend with him. There was also the fact that Peter never asked her if she wanted to go with him, and she was not about to invite herself. When he got to her apartment from the reunion, she noted that he was slightly buzzed and tired. The latter showed from the way he tossed himself face first on the bed. She laughed asking him how it went, and if he saw any old friends.

“I think I’m still the same loser I was then. Puny Parker still reigns as the loser king.” He mutters burying his face deeper into her blanket clad thighs. “Seeing my high school bully and my first girlfriend all in the same night really pulls some worse flashbacks than any of my crime fighting has.”

She couldn’t help but to laugh from that, as Peter rolled over head still in her lap, staring up at her before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Admittedly, she also was not too fond of the first picture that popped up on her instagram that morning. (Y/N) had no clue she had even followed Liz Allan anywhere on social media. The photo, taken the previous night, had the dark haired girl clinging to a giggly, tipsy Peter. Arms around his neck cheek to cheek, like something out of a catalog. Swiping in the carousel of photos the next was a similarly posed picture of the two. The couple in the photo were about eleven years younger fifthteen years old, sixteen at most. Having a happy day at the skatepark, still clinging to each other. As if the pain in her heart growing was not a big enough sign to turn back and ignore the post she let her eyes wander down to the caption.

‘Most definitely not fifthteen and sixteen anymore but still love you just the same Petey”

That alone set fire onto her skin, her stomach churning out of pure spite and jealousy. Peter slept soundly in her bed next to her, and it took everything in her rational brain to hold back from repeatedly hitting him with the decorative pillows. She stared at him, rationally she knew this was just two friends, maybe even strangers now reminiscing about their past. However, when he came home last night he made it sound so miserable like he never even wanted to see her. Quietly, and slowly she removed herself from the bed not wanting to stir him awake. Peter rolls around for a minute noticing the shift in weight. It doesn’t wake him though, (Y/N) sighs softly making her way to the kitchen after changing her clothes.

Pulling her favorite to go cup down from the cabinet she starts making her morning tea, she grabs the notepad off the table writing a quick note that she’d be back soon, that he should take out breakfast. She makes her way out the door and down the stairs.

“Good Morning Ms. (Y/LN). No Peter?” The older lady from next door asks as she walks her dog.

“No, no he’s sleeping in this morning. Had a busy night, I just wanted to get some reading done at the park this morning.”

“Well have fun, be safe.”

(Y/N) nodded her neighbor off, forcing a smile as she walked across the street heading for Astoria park.

Peter rolled over once more, his hand reaching out for his girlfriend. His skin was met with the emptiness of cold satin sheets, his fingers dragging on the fabric as he lifted himself up to look around the room. It was dark and empty, the only bit of light that filled the room came from a crack in the curtain. Peter yelled out, waiting a few seconds for a reply before jumping out of bed. He ran through the condo looking around, stopping in the kitchen seeing the note on the counter. His hand rubbed down his face, his stomach grew a sinking feeling. Peter looked around frantically for his phone, digging through the pockets of his jacket from last night. Once in his hand it lit up, a photo of (Y/N) holding a Spider-Man plushie decorated his screen. An instagram banner notification pulled his eyes down: ‘LizzyAllan tagged you in a photo’. Peter clicked on it confused, the photo of him and her from last night mirrored one from a decade ago. Liked by ‘(y/n)(y/ln)’ caused the sinking feeling to grow. It was a silly thing to be jealous over, but putting himself in her shoes..he’d be jealous too.

Peter clicked around his phone calling (Y/N) leaning against the kitchen counter. “Hey leave me a message, I’ll ge-” Kicking his feet Peter stood up straight, walking to the bedroom getting dressed. Grabbing his jacket and heading out, he clicked on her contact digging for her location. Astoria Park - 30 minutes ago, surely she couldn’t have gone far in thirty minutes. He stepped out onto the fire escape, took one look around, and swung off. Astoria was close enough, but swinging would get him there faster.

Trees rustled, (Y/N) sat her journal down looking around. Peter walked out slowly behind the trees fixing his hair, approaching her. (Y/N) watched as he gave her a knowing smile, she returned it with a frown.

“She means nothing to me, you know that right?” Peter asks, dropping down onto the ground next to her. “I dated her for five months in high school when I was sixteen.”

(Y/N) sighed letting her head roll back before nodding. “Rationally, yes.” She leans her head on his shoulder playing with the fabric bookmark of her journal. “It’s just I didn’t go with you last night, you came home acting like you hated every bit of it and then I saw your photos with her looking happy and I felt..”

“Left out, I get it. I’d feel that way too. I didn’t mean to make you feel negative.” He whispers against her hair. “I did have an awful time last night because you weren't there. You can ask anyone, all I did was talk about my new girlfriend and how cool she is.” Peter laughs, moving her hair from her face putting his face back on the top of her head.

“You did?”

“Of course I did. Showed everyone a picture of you, Flash couldn’t believe I was dating someone as pretty as you.” He jokes.

“Mhm now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“Absolutely not, it’s true. You’re my girl and I love showing you off. It’s a silly throwback pic, you are my now and future okay, you don’t ever need to worry.”

She smiled, letting her eyes track up his face as he pulled away. “Now can I please have a good morning kiss?”

“Sure, I guess.” (Y/N) hums playfully, leaning in first.

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@helloheyhihowdyheya @sincericida @a-lumos-in-the-nox @messymissy @adhdhufflepuff @someblessedmonster

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gabby294 · 9 days

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You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 2

Buck wiped away the sweat from his forehead on a small towel between his sets. Despite the AC blasting at full power, the gym still felt stiflingly hot. The weights beside him were slightly heavier than what he typically lifted. With the wedding right around the corner, Buck had been making the most of any free time by hitting the gym . And if he harbored a secret desire to look extra good for his date, who could blame him?

Buck knew they were pretty similar in height but he was nearly certain Tommy was actually stronger than him. He attributed it on the Muay Thai. Speaking of Muay Thai, he really should stop imagining Tommy in the ring, his skin glistering, only in a pair of shorts and boxing gloves. His Google search history became much more interesting since they started to hang out.

Buck lifted his phone off the floor again, checking if he missed any messages while he was lifting. Throwing the towel over his shoulder he leaned back against the seat. The pretense that he wasn’t checking the phone every moment he could was long forgotten. Both he and Tommy had a day off and had been texting since Buck crawled out of bed for a cup of coffee.

Things between him and Tommy were good. Almost too good. His past relationships were never this peaceful or easy. Since their reconciliation couple of days ago, they fell into a rhythm. In his previous relationships, Buck always felt like his partners took offence if he didn’t talk to them constantly at work or if he would lose time hanging out with the team after work. With Tommy it was different. Sharing a similar job, he knew how hectic the days were. More importantly, he understood the team dynamic. They texted when they could without expectation of an immediate reply. Their conversations never had a beginning or an end, and often with different amount of hours in between, especially when Tommy was piloting. However when they were off, Buck was glued to his phone.

Buck grinned as he looked at the chat. He was getting bolder, adding more winky emojis to his texts and teasing Tommy more often. Despite still blushing like a teenage girl in front of the man, he considered this progress. And judging by Tommy's reactions, it seemed like he was enjoying it too. The last message Buck sent was a selfie of himself in front of the mirror, making sure to pose in a way that showed off his muscles. He really needed to thank Eddie for telling him about lighting all the way back when he first joined the 118. Tommy had responded with a series of fire emojis, and asked which gym he used. Buck placed his phone back down, eager for the man to reply.

He was in the middle of bench pressing as someone approached him from the side.

“Need a spotter?” A familiar voice called out, causing Buck to do a double take, his arms faltering for a second. He quickly recovered and clinked the barbell back into place. Tommy stood beside him, wearing a pair of blue shorts and a black, very fitting vest top. Shamelessly, Buck ogled at the man, his eyes glancing up and down a few times.

“Tommy!” He grinned widened. “What are you doing here? I thought you had errands to run.”

“Well, a cute guy changed my mind.” ommy replied, winking playfully and eyeing the equipment. “Mind if we share?”

“Be my guest," Buck said, stepping away from the bench and giving it a quick wipe. He couldn't help but emit a half-groan as he watched Tommy bend down to grab another set of plates, offering him an excellent view. The sly smirk on Tommy’s face suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Ready to actually do some work?” Tommy teased, adding the weights to the barbell. Buck chuckled shaking his head.

“You’re on, old man.”

An hour and a cold shower later, Buck sighed happily as his muscles tingled, the cool water washing away the fatigue of their intense workout. He was pleased to learn that Tommy was just as competitive as him, the workout turning into a fun competition. They ended their workout on a treadmill where Tommy had utterly beat his ass in endurance.

As he dried his hair with a towel, Buck caught sight of Tommy openly staring at him in the mirror. His heart quickened at the intensity of Tommy's gaze, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he met the other man's eyes.

“What?” Buck asked, shifting under his gaze. The semi-public space added to the nerves and excitement.

“Nothing, just you're quite the sight.” Tommy replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Buck’s brain short-circuited for a moment.

“Lets grab some lunch.” Tommy added casually, as if he didn’t just openly flirt in a men’s locker room. He thew the duffel bag over his soldier, and Buck quickly grabbed his stuff, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he fell into step beside Tommy, feeling like a lovesick puppy in the best possible way.

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After coming out to his sister and best friend, it became easier to talk about this newly discovered part of himself. There were only a select number of people he did want to tell, and he was determined to do it before the wedding. In part, he didn't want to make Maddie and Chimney's big day about him, a distant echo of his parents' voices ringing in his mind. Mostly, he just wanted to have a nice night with Tommy among their closest friends, unspoiled by awkward corrections that Tommy isn't just his friend but his date. He knew that Tommy wouldn't correct it if someone did make that assumption, wouldn't out him; he was too considerate for that.

Buck told Chimney when he announced he needed a plus one to the wedding. He rolled his eyes, remembering the smug grin on Chimney's face, all too pleased that he was a matchmaker. After teasing him for a while, Chimney clasped Buck’s shoulder and declared that there was no way Tommy would be going to his bachelor’s party. He added something about 'under my dead body' would there be lovebirds pining in his face on his last night as a single man.

On one of the quieter shifts, Buck was helping Hen load up an ambulance. It was pretty quiet in the station when the words came to him. He didn’t explain in much detail, just a simple ‘I kissed a boy’ was enough. She gave him a knowing smile and pulled him into a hug. Then, she proceeded to roast him about Tommy for the next fifteen minutes.

He hesitated to tell Bobby and Athena . Not because he expected a negative reaction; after all, they had come together because Michael was brave enough to share that hidden part of himself. Buck knew they accepted him fully and had no doubt they’d do the same to him. It was a different kind of anxiety. The kind he imagined people felt when introducing someone they’re seeing to their parents. That was an experience he never had. When he was younger and girls started showing interest, he was too caught up in hormones to commit to just one long enough to bring home. Besides, his parents wouldn't have cared even if he did.

Sure, Bobby and Athena met and interacted with his past girlfriends before. Buck never asked what they thought of them, never asked for their approval. He was younger back then, did what he wanted, saw who he wanted. He didn’t need anyone’s approval. They didn't question him when those relationships inevitably crashed and burned; they were simply there. Whether it was celebrating his proudest achievements, scolding him for his reckless behavior, or keeping vigil by his bedside after a close call with death, they were always nearby.

He knew he wasn’t their kid. He was in his thirties for crying out loud. Yet during countless family dinners, moments at work, and various celebrations, he would catch glimpses of domesticity and could briefly imagine that he was their kid. He could envision that this was how it felt to be loved by parents.

He wanted them to like Tommy. It was a strange feeling, wanting to bring someone home and introduce them. Deep down, he desired to do it properly, but it was way too soon for that. They were still getting to know each other, without labels or exclusivity. Well, they were exclusive on Buck’s side, but they hadn't had the conversation yet, so he didn't want to presume.

For now, he would settle for introducing him as his date for the wedding.

“Buck!” Athena exclaimed as she answered the door, surprise evident on her face as she opened it wider to let him in. “What did you do?”

“Can't I come over without being accused of doing something?” Buck asked with mock hurt, flashing a playful smile.

“You’re always up to something.” Athena chuckled.

“I’m not intruding am I?” He asked, wanting to make sure. He could totally come over another time.

“Of course not, come. Coffee is on the counter.” With that she glanced at Bobby, communicating something Buck couldn’t decipher and walked off.

Bobby was in the living room and greeted him warmly. With a coffee in his hand, Buck sat down on the couch. They talked for a bit, catching up on one of the calls they had the other day. Buck tried to pay attention to the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. He wondered what the best way to bring it up was, feeling his mouth go dry as he glanced down at his mug. Eventually, Bobby, sensing Buck's distraction, asked what was on his mind.

“I, uh,” Buck began, biting his lip nervously. “I have a date. For the wedding.”

“Really? Is she someone we know?” Bobby asked curiously, perhaps sensing there was more to the conversation.

The silence stretched out. Buck finally raised his eyes to Bobby, trying to find the words. Bobby tilted his head.

“Is he someone we know?” Bobby asked, his tone softening.

“Yeah, it’s Tommy.” Buck finally managed to say.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Buck frowned, his stomach dropping.

“No! Not like that!” Bobby was quick to correct it. “More like I should have realised you two would hit it off.”

“Yeah, we hit it off alright. Is… is that weird?”Buck asked tentatively.

“Why would it be weird?” Bobby responded, genuine confusion in his voice.

“I uh, I don’t know.” Buck sighed, rubbed his face and rose up. He pointed towards the kitchen. Eager to change the subject. “Forget I said anything. Want to grab something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Buck,” Bobby stopped him, rising and clasping a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve know you since you were wet behind your ears. I’ve watched you go from a reckless kid to a great man. And while I’d appreciate if you would stop giving me heart attacks with the stunts you pull on the job, your heart has always been in the right place. So if you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

A lump formed in Buck's throat, and he blinked back sudden tears. Before he could react, Bobby pulled him into a hug After a moment of surprise, Buck hugged him back.

“I’m proud of you kid.” Bobby added softly, loud enough only for him to hear.

“Thanks, Bobby.” Buck managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion.

They pulled away, with Bobby giving his shoulder a final squeeze. Buck cleared his throat, a smile breaking out.

Athena's voice interrupted their moment, teasing and light-hearted.

“Ain’t you two looking cozy. Anything interesting to share?”

Buck glanced at Bobby, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “I, uh, was telling Bobby about bringing Tommy to the wedding. As my date. Uh, the pilot that helped us find you.”

“I’m impressed Buck,” Athena grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s his name?”

“Tommy Kinard.” Buck replied and watched her pull out her phone and type it in phone. “Wait, are you doing a background search on him?!”

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Kissing Tommy was quickly becoming Buck’s favourite thing to do. They were at his loft, hanging out in the kitchen as Buck was still without a couch. His parents had gotten one for him, but it was more aesthetically pleasing than comfortable and after a 24-hour shift it pissed Buck off and he sold it the next morning. He had yet to buy a new couch.

As they waited for their Italian takeaway to arrive, conversation flowed easily between them but his attention was drifting, unable to resist stealing glances at Tommy's lips. Sensing Buck's gaze, Tommy flashed a knowing smile before taking hold of Buck's chin, and guided their lips together in for a kiss Buck's breath hitched in his throat as their lips met, his hands instinctively finding their way to Tommy's waist, pulling him closer. As the seconds passed, Buck’s confidence grew and he licked at the bottom of Tommy’s lip. Tommy hummed in encouragement, parting his lips, his hands roaming over Buck’s back.

Their kiss grew more passionate, more urgent and before he knew it, Tommy grabbed at his legs and hoisted Buck on top of the counter. A surprised gasp escaped Buck as he instinctively grabbed at Tommy for support. Tommy took the opportunity and slotted himself against Buck’s legs, wrapping them around himself.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Buck groaned out, his voice thick and eyes half-lidded with desire.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, pretty boy.” Tommy grinned, planting another kiss on his lips. He didn’t let Buck deepen the kiss, instead trailed light kisses down his cheek and neck. Buck gasped in pleasure at the nibbles along his neck, causing his body to jolt into Tommy’s when he sucked a particularly sensitive spot. Tommy's hand on his leg tightened, grounding him.

Buck flinched, startled, as a series of loud knocks on the door interrupted them. Tommy let out a frustrated sigh, briefly nibbling on Buck's neck once more before reluctantly pulling away.

“I’ll get it.” Tommy muttered, his eyes still dark with desire. He glanced at Buck’s lips and quickly kissed him again before moving away to get the door. As Tommy's back turned to him, Buck took a moment to catch his breath and ensure his legs hadn't turned to jelly. With a sheepish smile, Buck adjusted his jeans, feeling the warmth creeping into his cheeks.

Tommy managed to get rid of the delivery guy in a record speed and brought the pizza box to the table that was already set. Buck pulled out two beers from the fridge and joined him.

“I tried to get you in but Chimney was adamant that it’s not a bachelor party if we are making in a corner instead of partying.” Buck said as he brought the beer to his lips.

“Wise man, I can barely keep my hands off you.” Tommy sent him a flirty smile. Buck was getting a suspicion that this smooth fucker said things on purpose to make him blush.

“Also, Athena ran a background search on you.” Buck blurted out before his mind caught up with him. Probably not the best thing to say. “I mean, I told Bobby about us and she asked so you know. Told her as well.”

“Really?” Tommy raised his eyebrow in amusement. “Should I be worried?”

“Not unless you have something to hide.” Buck quipped playfully, his gaze locking with Tommy’s.

“Not to my knowledge. But do let me know if I have to flee the country. I’ll need time to prepare my chopper.” Tommy chuckled, his demeanor relaxed as he grabbed another slice of pizza.

“Speaking of telling people about us.” He continued. “Evan, are you absolutely sure about bringing me? It’s a big step, even if I wasn’t a man.”

“Yeah, of course.” Buck replied with a soft smile. “Besides, everyone who are important to me already know you’re my date. The rest can deal with it.”

Tommy's gaze turned thoughtful as he considered Buck's response “What about your parents? I assume they will be there.”

“I mean,” Buck shrugged. “I mean, something tells me that won't be the most disappointing thing I've done in their eyes even if they don't like it."

“Complicated history?” He guessed. They hadn’t really discussed their parents or their relationships with them.

“Something like that.” Buck alluded. He didn’t really want to get into it. His own feelings towards parents were complex, and definitely not a conversation for a date night.

Tommy seemed to understand and didn’t pry further.

“Well for what it’s worth,” Tommy's hand found Buck's on the table. “I can’t wait to be shown off by you.”

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#911 abc #911 show #911 spoilers #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy #tommy kinard #ao3 #fanfic #kinkley #tuck #tevan

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britt-kageryuu · 22 days

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Leo is streaming today, he's trying on different outfits while answering questions, he basically decided to copy Donnies stream. With a privacy screen to change behind, and a mirror to see how it looks. River is sitting on top of a hat box next to the mirror wearing a little cyan beanie on her head.

He's walks out in blue leggings with lime yellow crescent stripes on the thighs and calves, a blue cropped tank top with his cartoony red eared slider graphic, white/blue basketball shoes, his mask with long tails, and a variety of bracelets and bands on his arms.

"I kinda like this, but maybe the bracelets are a bit much." He says as he turns around while looking in the mirror, "Let's try something else. Any new questions River?" He walks behind the screen with a slight flash of light.

"How's the book project going? Asks BlueNeonFan#1." River reads off, "Well Uncle Blue how is the book going?" She asks almost innocently.

He leans out with a slightly annoyed look, "It's going well. I just don't know how to write the beginning, or when it should end. Plus I think I need to put a bit more research into some parts." And he leans back behind the screen to continue putting together an outfit.

"Not to mention how disjointed it is! Like none of it lines up no matter how you order the parts you've already written!" River complains while lightly glaring at the screen.

Leo walks out in dark blue hakama style pants with openings showing off his thighs, a open royal blue kimono jacket with glowing neon blue swirl patterns, black boots, his mask is in a fancy knot/bow with metal stick hair ornaments with the Hamato symbol hanging on a little chain.

He struck a couple poses, "Well it's still a work in progress, plus I don't think I'll actually publish it." He has a smug look as he checks himself out. "I like this, definitely going to wear this for an event. Don't ask me what the story is about, as River said I don't really know how it's going!" His tail is visible in the mirror twitching with irritation.

With a bit of flourish he walks back behind the screen. River looks towards the camera, "At least part of it involves the characters Larping, but we know next to nothing about it, so yeah, it's very much a work in progress, and needs a lot of reworking."

Leo pops back out in a Royal Blue Cheongsam Dress with silk slippers. With a folding fan in his hand. "Let's move on, how about I talk about this cute manga I found avoiding my writing project!"

He went through a few more outfits while jumping topics, and questions, while looking fabulous!

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Masterpost

The outfits are really the hardest thing about all of this writing!!

I both want to continue this writing style, and want to go back to the other, but I think this style helps me with details and pacing. Opinions are welcome!

#VTurtles!#vtuber au #rottmnt au #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rise leonardo #rise leo #tmnt au #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise #rise tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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Yunho ✧ A Dance for Two

✧ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~2.5k ✧ genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst ✧ warnings: suggestive, (reader is smaller than him, mentions of him ruffling his hand through reader's hair and picking reader up)

Desc.: In which you go through the rollercoaster of emotions that comes with asking your boyfriend Yunho to teach you an Ateez choreo.

“Pleeaaase!!” Your pleas echo through the practice room, a huge pout sitting on your lips. You know that’s the biggest weapon you have against your boyfriend, and how he looks away with a defeated smile on his lips, feeling shy for a moment upon seeing you act cute, as well as the way the tension leaves his shoulders at once tell you he finally gave up.

“Fine,” Yunho says, letting out a soft sigh and redirecting his gaze to you. “But don’t complain to me later when your entire body hurts!” You have been begging him to teach you the choreography for their song Thanxx for days now. Eventually Sunday has come, where usually he’d enjoy some time off, but he decided he should go practice and make use of the fact that none of the other members would interrupt him today. You suggested you would tag along because you haven’t watched him dance in quite a while, and truth be told, you miss watching your boyfriend’s calculated moves, and how he seems to be going with the flow of the music so effortlessly whenever he dances. Seeing this practice room date as a perfect opportunity to ask about him teaching you a few steps again, you eventually brought it up once more. The slightly annoyed sigh, masked with a loving smile, that followed told you he still isn’t the biggest fan of the idea, claiming you should at least start with something easier. After all, you don’t really have much experience with dancing, at least not to these kinds of choreos. However, in the end you managed to convince him to at least teach you the point moves of the chorus.

“Watch me,” he says, positioning himself in the middle of the room, far enough away from you so you should be able to follow his movements easily - or at least that’s how he thought it would go. He demonstrates the choreography for the entire chorus once, slowed down and while counting along, but by the time he reaches the third measure, your head is already spinning from the amount of moves you’re supposed to remember.

“Did you get that?” Yunho eventually asks after finishing, and you shake your head, staring at him with wide eyes and confusion written all over your face. He laughs. “Told you, it’s too hard for a beginner.” You gasp and shoot him a playful glare.

“Well, then explain it for a beginner! Do you think I can just copy your moves without the experience you or the other guys have?!” you scold him for assuming you could just follow along easily, to which he huffs and then gets into position again.

“Fine. I’ll explain it slowly then.” He does all the moves along with his explanations, and finally you feel like you might be able to dance along. “So before the chorus there’s the ‘Yes Sir’ part, right? You do a salute for that and stand like this. Then there’s a little break and when the chorus starts, you jump and cross your legs like this. No, the other way… yeah, like that.” He makes sure to correct you whenever you make mistakes. “Then you turn and put your arms like this.”

You copy the pose as he stretches out one arm fully, the other being bent in front of his chest, and then quickly placed behind his waist. This is about the part where you start seeing stars again, but you try to follow his instructions, and with how slowly he progresses you somewhat make it to the end of the chorus eventually. After the wave with both arms and then ducking away to change positions, he shoots you a bright look and gives you an encouraging smile.

“You’re not even half bad at this!” he praises you with a brief thumbs-up. “And now without me. 5, 6, 7, 8!” He claps along and starts slowly singing the first line of the chorus, while you just make eye contact with your reflection in the huge mirror in front of you and your mind doesn’t seem to want to finish buffering anytime soon. Eventually Yunho sighs, then laughs, and you find an endearing expression on his face.

“You forgot everything, didn’t you?”

“Uhhh… I remember this part?” You start running on the spot, alternating between throwing both arms in the air while singing the second half of the chorus. Yunho watches you in amusement for a little while, before interfering and getting behind you to correct your stance by touching you and guiding you into the right positions.

“Well, at least you got a tiny gist of it.”

“What do you mean?!” you yell out in frustration, shooting him yet another death-glare. “You can’t expect me to know everything from watching it only once!”

“But you didn’t just watch it once, did you?” He grins and pats your head one, two times. “I know you watched at least all of my fancams. And the dance practice. And probably the full stages too.”

“Hmpf,” you cross your arms in front of your chest and look away, pretending to be angry at him, even though he assumed right. This was indeed not the first time you’ve seen this dance, nor the second or third.

“Should I dance along again?” he eventually suggests, and you reluctantly get back into position, nodding.

“That would help, yeah…” you mumble and listen to him counting from 5 to 8 again, and then starting to sing slowly. You somehow manage to follow most of his movements, though you struggle with the more complicated parts, where too many moves are combined at a fast pace. Your head starts spinning again, and eventually you malfunction, freezing in place while trying to comprehend what part of your body to move how and where, and you end up just cocking your head at yourself in the mirror again. Yunho stops singing and starts laughing as soon as he notices your struggles, and he approaches you to throw his arms around your upper body. Leaning in to take a closer look at your face, he can’t suppress a grin at your very apparent confusion.

“You have no idea what’s going on, do you?” he laughs, pointing at you. All you manage to do in response is pout angrily. Your boyfriend ruffles through your hair again and then leaves a quick peck on your lips.

“You just gotta feel the music and do what it tells you to! Really, if you look at it that way, it isn’t that hard!” He walks over to the stereo and turns on the song. “I’ll show you!” Dancing the entire first verse and chorus flawlessly, he leaves you gaping on one hand, and very discouraged on the other. “See?” he eventually turns the music back down and shoots you a proud smile. “It’s not that hard.” You just raise your eyebrows, debating on whether to call him an idiot or not, because you’re still not even nearly as good a dancer as he is.

“I really don’t think it’s that easy though…?” You comment, and he convinces you to try again. Even though originally you were the one who begged him to teach you the dance, you now regret it, feeling like you’ll never see the day you have it all down. To your surprise he starts the music again, as if wanting you to dance along, and when the chorus starts you barely make it past the first turn, and then just completely lose track of what to do, while Yunho dances energetically next to you.

“I’m not cut out for this, Yunho…” you eventually say with your shoulders slouched over.

“I told you, you should start with something easier,” he answers, putting his arms around you to hold you close to him for a moment. “I’ll teach you some basics first, okay? And then we look into learning choreos again.”

“But…” you pout at him, about to protest. “I wanna know your dances…” He lowers himself a bit so he’s on eye level with you, and he gives you a sympathetic smile.

“Our choreos are hard, baby,” he tries to comfort you. “It’s okay if it takes you a while to learn them.”

“Well, I’m just gonna ask one of the other guys then!” you burst out suddenly, your frustration taking over you. “I bet they’re better teachers than you…” You puff out your cheeks and turn your back to him, to show how you don’t appreciate him not giving you enough time to learn at your own pace.

“Are you upset…?” Yunho asks carefully, and from the way his tone is more silent than usual you know that he’s worried he hurt you.

“Do you wanna teach me or do you wanna prove to me that I’m not as good a dancer as you are?” you ask, not paying him a single look. It should be apparent to him by now that he did indeed hurt you, and you can practically feel his internal panic as he suddenly tenses up behind you, unsure what to do now.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t realize I was upsetting you…” he eventually forces himself to stammer out an apology. “I think… my pride took the better of me and I just… wanted to show how difficult our choreographies are… I’m really sorry…” Feeling his overconfident presence from just a few moments ago fading and turning more into that of a puppy who just got scolded, you sigh and turn around. You reach out to grab the collar of his shirt, and you get on tiptoes while you pull him towards you, eventually capturing his lips with yours. You give him a kiss that tries to convey that while he upset you, you forgive him, eventually ending with brushing your lips against his softly before you part.

“How about you just try again then?” you suggest. “I still wanna learn it, you know? So, if you don’t do the job then someone else will.” Upon being faced with the choice between him being the one who gets to have fun teaching you the dance or it being one of his members, it suddenly all seems very clear to him what to do.

“I’ll teach you,” he says, without so much as a hint of hesitation in his voice. “We have time anyway, so… there’s no need to rush.” He utters that last part more directed to himself than to you, you assume, and he doesn’t waste any time to get into position. “Okay, so… you made it until the turn, right? Should I show you the next part again?”

“Yes, please,” you answer, and he demonstrates it a few times for you, explaining every little thing to watch out for in detail. You can see he’s trying to be more patient with you now, standing closely behind you to correct your posture or to lead your hands into the right positions if you focus too much on what the lower part of your body has to do, making them ending up floating somewhere in the air awkwardly.

“You’re doing well,” he makes sure to praise you whenever you remember a difficult step, his warm voice filling your ears from behind you. You let him guide your figure into the right poses, finding yourself enjoying his hands carefully roaming your body a little too much, and eventually you lose focus on what steps to do next.

“You’re not concentrated anymore, are you?” Yunho questions. “Wanna take a little break?” You spin around in response so you face him now, and you put your arms onto his shoulders, looking up at him with doe eyes. He’s a bit taken aback by your sudden change in mood, but only a second later a confident smile appears on his face and he leans in, knowing exactly what you want. He kisses you, lips melting against each other perfectly. He slides one of his hands to the small of your back to support you, while he lets the fingertips of the other trace the outlines of your body. Somehow forgetting all about what you originally came here for, your kisses grow hotter, breaths mingling when you part for air for just a moment. Overcome with the need to feel the other’s lips on yours again, you barely leave yourselves enough time to breathe. Your hand finds its way up into his hair, and as you tug at it he lets out a silent gasp, creating an opening for you to slip your tongue past his lips. Still refusing to break apart, he softly starts pushing you into one direction, until your back hits the cool glass of the mirror on the wall. Yunho places one hand next to you, trapping you between him and the surface behind you, and with the other he briefly cups your face, until eventually you are forced to part again for a second. Letting his hands travel down to your thighs, he picks you up off the floor, while you hold onto his shoulders and throw your legs around his hips, and then he continues kissing you. Leaving your lips eventually, both panting, he trails little kisses along your jaw and down your neck, burying his face there.

“Yunho,” you breathe his name.

“Hmm?” He responds with just that, before he proceeds to pepper kisses all over your skin. The slightly ticklish sensation makes you chuckle.

“We shouldn’t do this kind of thing here, you know…?” you remark. You are still at the company after all, and people might come in at any given time, though it’s unlikely on a Sunday.

“I know,” you hear him whisper, before gently biting your earlobe, and then pulling back to look at you. He places another lingering kiss on your lips, before letting you back down. When your feet hit the ground, you feel a sense of disappointment. So you snake your arms around his waist, continuing to look up at him.

“What? I thought we should stop?” he teases you now, causing you to pout again in frustration. Eventually you manage to tear yourself away, and you take a few steps towards the center of the room to bring some distance between you two.

“Right, I wanted to learn-” Your words are cut off when Yunho wraps his arms around your body from behind, putting his chin on top of your right shoulder. You dare to glance to the side only to meet his half-lidded eyes looking at you.

“However, we could go to your place and I… teach you some other dance moves?” You gulp at the question, but don’t hesitate to answer.

“Sounds good, yeah.” You turn in his hold and kiss him again, slowly moving your lips against his. “My roommate won’t be home anyway…”

#ateez drabbles #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho drabbles #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #fluff

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tens-girl · 28 days

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Aziraphale’s Birthday Party…

Who Omens has come a long way since this humble beginning, but it’s always fun to revisit the start of the story…

Below the cut, an extract from Chapter One of the first part of Who Omens… Aziraphale is helping a stranger in the bookshop (who looks strangely like Crowley…) when there is a loud noise. Zee (Aziraphale and Crowley’s human partner) goes to investigate…

The full fic is rated E for the later chapters but this section is pure fun and a nice little scene all on its own!

You can also just go straight to the full fic on AO3 here.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a large clatter from the furthest corner of the shop. She nearly dropped her cup, but saved it and placed it safely down on the table beside the sofa, before jumping up to run through the maze of bookshelves, following the direction of the noise. The noise at this point was Aziraphale cursing loudly in a way that was entirely unbecoming of an angel, competing with apologetic sounds in the deeper tone of the stranger. As Zee rounded the end of the final bookshelf the scene that greeted her eyes was one that could most accurately be described as chaos. A chaos that had at that moment descended into a thunderous silence.

Aziraphale was hovering precariously on the top rung of a ladder looking down at the handsome man who was half squatting in an unbalanced way under the weight of a pile of very large, very old-looking books. Tomes they would probably be called. Several of them had fallen onto the floor. The angel’s arm was stretched out towards the pile and that probably explained why another very large book was suspended in midair as if it had been miraculously suspended half way through falling. The stranger was staring at it, eyes wide and mouth open but not entirely as shocked as Zee might have expected him to be. He seemed quite accepting of the fact that the book had apparently changed its mind about co-operating with gravity, almost as if it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d ever seen. Aziraphale had blushed bright pink and looked a little helpless.

Zee reached forward and took hold of the troublesomely floating book. She placed it carefully on the floor where it could continue ignoring gravity in a less obvious manner. She then took some more of the most vulnerable-looking books from the pile and did the same. This seemed enough for the surprisingly-calm man to recover his balance and lower the remaining books to join their friends on the bookshop’s polished wooden floorboards. He grinned at Zee.

“Thanks.”

She smiled back at him before turning to look at Aziraphale. His hand was no longer reaching out. It was instead clasped over his mouth. His eyebrows had practically disappeared from his face, they were lifted so high. It briefly occurred to Zee to wonder whether he was more embarrassed at performing the obvious miracle in front of a stranger or at the language he had uttered when the books began to fall. She decided it was probably both.

“Sooo…”

Zee turned back to see the stranger, who had apparently recovered himself remarkably quickly, leaning against the bookshelf nonchalantly, arms folded across his chest, one foot crossed over the other. The biggest grin she’d seen so far was stretched across his face. Again, it was not lost on her that the whole pose was extremely reminiscent of a certain demon.

“Not your average bookseller then? Weeeellll… you could be really good at magic but I didn’t see how you did it and I’m really clever. You’d have to be exceptionally good to get past me…”

“Unlikely.”

All three of them jumped at the interruption. Aziraphale let out a little squeak as he wobbled on top of the ladder. The stranger nearly fell as he turned too quickly. Zee almost had a heart attack but fortunately didn’t and only had to swivel her gaze slightly to see who had spoken.

Crowley stood at the other end of the aisle created by two rows of bookshelves. They hadn’t heard him enter. He was leaning with his shoulder against one shelf in a pose that was an exact mirror image of that just recently held by the stranger. He smirked as the others stared at him, enjoying the mischief his unexpected arrival had caused. Then he raised himself elegantly back to vertical (or as close to it as he was capable of) and sauntered towards the group. He looked at his doppelganger, although apparently either not recognising or not acknowledging the resemblance.

“I mean, not you, I’m sure you are very clever.” He didn’t bother to sound convinced. “Unlikely because he”, nodding towards Aziraphale, “is extraordinarily terrible at magic.” He articulated every single letter in the words ‘extraordinarily terrible’ alongside quite a few letters that weren’t actually present just for good measure.

The angel huffed and Zee had to fight back a giggle. The stranger merely raised his eyebrows. Crowley had reached them now and stood altogether too close to the man, looking him up and down slowly. He never was one to obey the laws of personal space when he wanted to be intimidating. And he definitely wanted to be intimidating right now. To this stranger who had his angel bright pink and squirming and Zee practically melting into the floor.

Because she was. As she’d suspected, the sight of Crowley and the handsome man stood so close together was more than a little overwhelming. They were exactly the same height. You could probably measure it with highly advanced scientific measuring devices and find that it was exact to an atomic level. The resemblance between them was even more pronounced now they were able to be directly compared. They were facing one another and the profile of the faces was identical. Not just similar but literally identical. Same nose, same jawline, same mouth, same chin. It was actually quite frightening. At least it would have been if Zee wasn’t quite so turned on by it.

Crowley was glaring at the man through his sunglasses and surprisingly the stranger was standing up very well to it. They both had their arms folded and the man showed no sign of backing away from the demon. In fact, he grinned again.

“Hello!”

Crowley jumped back, as if escaping the spit of hot oil in a pan. It was possible that the brightness in the stranger’s smile was somehow actually burning him.

“Ngk” he exclaimed disdainfully, a shudder running through his body. Zee stifled another giggle, earning a murderous glare from Crowley. That only made it worse and she practically snorted out a laugh. She knew she would pay for that later.

“Right then!” resumed the stranger brightly. “So not a magic trick? Which brings us back to not your average bookseller.”

He fixed Aziraphale with an intensely interrogative look. The angel looked like he had rather hoped everyone else had forgotten about him and was devastated to discover that they had not.

Crowley sighed heavily. “What did you do, Angel?”

Aziraphale now had three pairs of eyes fixed on him. He was still blushing furiously. Crowley and the stranger each raised an identical eyebrow at him questioningly. Thankfully, since Zee was looking at the angel too, she didn’t notice. After a momentary flicker of his eyes towards the man, Aziraphale looked guiltily at Crowley before crumpling completely.

“Oh… it was the books Crowley. They were falling and some of these are terribly old and really very precious. I couldn’t let them get damaged. It might be irreparable…” The final word was whispered as if what he was suggesting was truly the most horrific thing he could imagine.

“What did you do, Angel?”

Aziraphale glanced quickly at the stranger again.

“Um… well… the books might have… stopped falling?”

His voice rose at the end, turning the phrase into a question. But Crowley understood the angel well enough to infer what had happened.

“So you used a teeny tiny miracle to save your books?”

The angel nodded, shooting yet another look at the stranger. Crowley rolled his eyes at that.

“Oh come on, Angel. I don’t think you need to worry about him. He’s terrifyingly calm and going with the whole not-your-average-bookseller schtick. I’m willing to bet he’s not-your-average-human.”

He turned to the man, tilting his head to one side, making that last sentence a question. The stranger shook his head. Crowley raised both eyebrows, encouraging him to elaborate.

“Not actually human.”

“Oh!” Aziraphale gasped in a charming mixture of excitement and surprise. He was suddenly a little less anxious and back in the hunt for mystery.

Zee’s brain was just trying to keep up with the conversation.

Aziraphale descended a couple of steps, gazing fascinatedly at the stranger. Crowley was also looking at him intently, but with more of a medium-grade glare. Taking another step down the ladder, Aziraphale knitted his brows together in confusion.

“You’re not an angel,” he said softly.

“Or a demon,” supplied Crowley.

“No,” agreed the stranger, scrunching his nose slightly as he shook his head in a way that was quite alarmingly endearing. He smiled. “I’m the Doctor.”

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Kings of Spades - Part 4 l Luca Changretta x M!OC

Summary: Juliusz is stuck in a limbo of not being useful enough to Tommy and, to his inner dismay, impatiently awaiting any 'orders' from the Italians. That changes when he visits a work colleague...

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Warnings: mentions of drug usage, Peaky-typical swearing and violence, minor death

A/N: It's heeeeere!!! This chapter went through SO. MANY. rewrites. It's mostly a set up for the next few chapters (i cannot wait to share them with yall, there's so many scenes i've been waiting to write :>) I hope ya'll like it. Have fun!

(the occasional use of Polish/Italian will be translated at the end of the chapter, while Polish will be directly translated by me, Italian is with the use of google translate, so sorry if there's any mistakes)

It was a slow morning in the Small Heath office. At this hour, only a few people were clocked in. Thomas and Juliusz, on account of being known early birds (or insomniacs for that matter), were already at their respectful places, getting the first points off their to-do lists. Curly visited for a short while, but only to update Thomas on a newly birthed foal.

“A really nice horse, I’m telling you, Tommy! The beautiful reddish coat she has, and nice strong legs!” He rambles on as both he and Tommy exit his office and walk by Juliusz, assembling some files at the main entrance desk.

“That’s good Curly.” Thomas smiles ever-so-slightly.

“We’re thinking of naming her John, as a tribute.” Curly looks at Thomas in anticipation, clearly more excited than anyone else.

“...How nice.” Thomas chokes back a laugh, glancing at Juliusz in an almost ‘help me’ look. The Pole isn’t having any of it.

“It’s not like the horse cares, unless you’ll call her Esme?” Juliusz smirks at Thomas, then proceeds to throw a small smile in Curlys’ direction.

“Then she’ll come back and butcher us before the Italians do.” Thomas sighs through his cigarette, clearly fighting off a smile. It’s nice to see just a bit of tension ease, especially after yesterday. Thomas damn near interrogated Juliusz after his ‘truce’ meeting with Changretta, only to be left disappointed, and somehow even more paranoid, after he learned that no crucial information has been found out.

He’d never admit it, but some part of Juliusz impatiently waited on a call from the Italians. Where he was right now was a limbo, overwhelmed with emotions from the evening before, mixed with the tense atmosphere of Small Heath all wrapped in… Uncertainty. He didn’t know anything of importance to Tommy, and Changretta was as enigmatic as ever in letting Juliusz know his use. He shook his head to snap himself back into reality as he opened yet another novel-length document from the worker unions, despite his thoughts going everywhere but labour disputes.

There’s still work to do. He doesn’t need to be glancing at the telephone every minute.

With Curly leaving the office in an almost giddy step, Thomas turns to go back to his duties. With a raise of a heavy document, Juliusz stops him.

“What will you do about Jesse Eden?” The lawyer repeats, it might as well be the 100th time he’d asked his employer that question since the communist representative started sniffing around the Shelby factories.

“What about her?” Tommy stood next to Juliusz’ desk in a relaxed pose, hands in his pockets, a hand-rolled cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

“She’s not making these strikes easy for the company. I thought you’d deal with her already, a revolution is coming.” He plops the file back on the desk and reaches into his jackets’ inner-pocket, taking out his cigarette tin and a pack of matches.

“I thought you were on the workers’ side.” Tommy replies in his usual smug tone, one that he uses whenever he thinks he’s got someone figured out. Juliusz fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“I’m a Shelby Company Limited employee first, whatever i believe comes second. I don’t need drunken men frustrated with their life running around the street with guns and bayonets. And i’m sure you don’t as well, Thomas.” He slides the tiny box open to reveal just one match left. The oddly comforting smell of burning sulphur reaches Juliusz’ nose as he lights his cigarette.

Working for the Shelbys these past few years has been fulfilling, and in some ways he’s been considered part of the family. This deranged, insane, unhinged and frankly dysfunctional family, always within punching distance as well as earshot.

It happened by accident. One minute you’re just a newly hired company lawyer in the Garrison after hours, the other you’re screaming “DUCK” to the oldest Shelby, as Irishmen flood the place with knives in their hands, IRA songs on their lips, and an inconceivable amount of alcohol in their blood. A drunken brawl, which frankly Juliusz wouldn’t expect to go that well, ended in only a few bruises on the brummie side. He rubbed his hands in pain, as he thought that he’s definitely going to regret that throughout the next week. Juliusz’s trance was paused by the first pat on the back of many…

“I knew i knew you from somewhere.” The surprisingly jolly (and honestly, probably as drunk as the Irish on the ground) Arthur Shelby squinted slightly at Juliusz, trying his hardest to pinpoint his face to any he might know. “Me brother hired you, right? From Solomons?”

“I wish i’d get introduced to you under better circumstances, Mr. Shelby.” He greeted him politely, as best as possible, while catching his breath after the fight. His hand reached for a handshake.

“That’s the best circumstance there is! Just a couple of lads, fighting about.” Arthur slaps Juliusz’s handshake away, only to pat Juliusz’s back again, making some of the broken glass on his shoulders fall off. “Call me Arthur, would ya? You took out this bastard's tooth for me, i’m no Mr.” He kicks a laying man, not sure if it’s a beaten IRA associate, or a Peaky Blinder who's celebrating early by taking a nap on the wooden floors of the Garrison.

“I could go for another right about now.” Arthur looks around for any more fiends he could beat up without any consequences. “Harry! Have we got any more Irish?!” He shouts, filling the whole room with his voice, despite being only a mere few meters from an unamused barkeep.

“Only Irish whisky, ‘m afraid.” Harry smiles smugly in Arthur’s direction, looking up from searching for a broom to start cleaning this ruckus with.

“Eh, it’ll do.” He grumbles as he reaches over the bar to grab a bottle. “Do you want any- uh...?” He looks at Juliusz like he’s trying really hard to remember something, his voice now surprisingly polite. The Pole observes him with a curious glance. He’s different than people described him. Sure, unhinged was the right word some workers used. That man is unhinged, but only when the situation calls for it, it appears. There has to be more to that seemingly simple man, and he’s nice enough, Juliusz figures. Not many people wanted to get to know him (not that he complained, at least vocally). A foreigner with a learned London accent probably doesn’t spark a lot of trust.

“Uh, Juliusz.” He joins his side at the bar, glancing briefly over his shoulder at the Irishmen on the floor, unconscious, and the locals getting back to drinking the day away.

“Yewl…” It’s not rolling off his slightly intoxicated brummie tongue well. “How about Jul?” Arthur suggests as he pours two heaping glasses of whisky, seeming proud of himself and the nickname he thought out.

"Good enough," Juliusz shrugs and tries to fight off a chuckle.

“You seem like y’don’t get out enough. You’re a Blinder, look like a fookin’ egghead, but a Blinder nonetheless!” They clink their overflowing glasses together, both spilling a bit on the floor and hands. “What do you do in our company anyway?” He takes a big gulp of the whisky.

“I’m the new company lawyer.” Juliusz says, trying his hardest not to sound as excited as he actually is, but his eyes have been sparkling with curiosity and ambition ever since he stepped foot in Small Heath. Sure, most would think London to Birmingham is a downgrade, but going from a law advisor at an illegal ‘bakery’ to a company lawyer in a successful, legal business is quite the leap, at least for him.

“Oh jesus, an egghead, i was right.” Arthur choked-laughed on his drink, while Juliusz responded with a raised eyebrow, wanting to signal annoyance, but couldn’t help laughing along with the oldest Shelby. “I have to take you out to drinks with Michael, this kid’s right up your alley. John too, a bit less in your alley, but he’s a fun bloke, and also…” Arthur rambled on, and Juliusz surprisingly found himself listening. With a small smile on his lips, he reaches for his matches, and lights his and Arthurs’ cigarettes.

“I’m taking care of it.” Thomas tries to shut down the conversation.

“In what fashion, exactly?” Juliusz’ tone is starting to sound annoyed. Can’t Tommy for once in his life not speak in half-assed riddles? “I can take care of it if you need me to. I’m sure we can find something on her.”

“I’m planning to meet Miss Eden and discuss the whole dispute, and come to a conclusion that benefits us both.” Thomas says the whole plan directly to the wall, words spewing out of his mouth with grey smoke, not even appearing to consider his employees’ offer. Juliusz studies him for a few seconds.

“That’s a very long way of saying you’re going to stop the strikes with your cock.” He points his hand lazily in Tommy’s direction, cigarette held between his middle and ring fingers.

“Did Ada tell you that?” Tommy finally looks at him, then makes a sound which can only be described as something between a chuckle and a scoff.

“No. Has she told you something similar?” Juliusz raises an eyebrow whilst taking a drag of his cigarette. “I’ve always thought she’s very bright.” He lets out. Something inside him tells him he should let go and stop his remarks, but he’s frankly too annoyed with Thomas and too stressed to let it out in any other way.

“It just works.” Tommy breathes out.

“Thank God most judges are repulsive old men, you’d have put me out of a job otherwise.” He smiles smugly. Thomas only responds with a prolonged, empty stare.

“Did anyone call?” Tommy changed the subject, clearly done with whatever their conversation was up until now.

“No one you’d find important.” Juliusz sighs, deflating slightly. Closing his eyes, only opening them to look at the telephone again.

“If they do-”

“I will! For gods’ sake.” He snaps back, his hands tightening into fists. Tommy doesn’t seem impressed, his icy blue eyes seem to change in a way, as if switching approaches.

“I have an appointment with Ms. Ross in a bit, let her in when she comes.” His tone is fake casual, as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray resting atop Juliusz’s desk. Tommy leaves in the direction of his office just after that.

“What am i? Your secretary now?” Juliusz whispers-shouts after him, not earning a response.

“Niewiarygodne.” He mutters to the now empty room, his only companion being the ever-present floating dust that came with the betting board. He sighs and buries his head in the crook of his elbow, only to immediately glance at the phone in anticipation.

Silence. What is he even expecting?

Juliusz takes a deep breath. His fists are shaking slightly. This time, he’s not sure if it’s the stress or his body asking for some more snow, even if he promised himself he’d use it less, out of necessity. It could be his hands acting out, again. He closes his eyes tightly.

Pull yourself together.

An otherwise soft hand riddled with faint freckles and birthmarks, and a big, jagged scar going through it’s back, reaches towards the stack of paperwork once more.

**************

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but Juliusz was suddenly taken out of his work trance by the sound of the front door opening. Glancing at his watch, he saw that only an hour has passed, still early, for most.

Out of the corner, he saw the frail figure of a woman, who after a brief moment of thought he recognised as Ms. Ross. She looked quiet and unassuming, almost like a mouse. Juliusz signed the last piece of documentation with a swift motion of a fountain pen, before standing up from his chair. Ms. Ross looked around the office warily, before her gaze rested on the lawyer that stuck his head out of his office.

“Can i help you?” He stepped in her direction, straightening his jacket.

“Oh. Yes, you can. Where can i find Mr. Shelbys’ office? I’ve got an appointment.” She asks, but seemed on edge, though Juliusz couldn’t blame her. Civilians hardly ever relax in the vicinity of the Peaky Blinders, especially Thomas.

“It’s just straight on, there’s a sign on the door, can’t miss it.” He nodded in the general direction of Tommy’s working space, shooting her a polite smile, to which she responded with a nervous grin and a rushed ‘thankyou’ as she headed for Thomas’ office. He saw her off with his gaze, then proceeded to look around the Small Heath office, people steadily turning in and starting business, mostly revolving around betting. All his paperwork for the day was done, he was only needed for a meeting in one of the factories, yet he still felt like he forgot to do something. Another look at his watch reminded him, midday. Michael should be able to answer the phone right about now.

With a quick spin and the hospital address, he waited next to the mounted telephone, leaning against the wooden, dusty walls.

“...Yes?” Rang a voice from the other side.

“Michael, hey.” Juliusz put the speaker against his shoulder nad cheek. “How’ve you been?”

“Julius! Better, i guess.” Juliusz heard something that seemed like someone getting up from the rusty hospital beds. “Haven’t heard from you in a bit, old man.”

“Old man?” He laughed. “I’d like to see you call Thomas that, i’m barely his age.”

“He’s my supervisor,” Michael quips. “We’re basically equals, Company Accountant, Company Lawyer.” He drags on, his tone visibly amused.

“Equals? Don’t forget who helped you study for your Worcester course, because it damn well wasn’t Tommy.”

“I still don’t know what i need risk analysis for.”

“That’s what I thought in university as well. And i haven’t used it since.” Both laughed, Michael’s voice disturbed from time-to-time by the telephone signal. “Uh, listen, i’m calling to ask you. Is it fine if i come by tomorrow?” Juliusz changed his position, now more hunched over the telephone.

“Fine? Sure you can, yeah. The only people that come visit me are mum and Thomas, and both pester me about me having to rest, not work.” This earned an eye-roll from the lawyer, it seemed like everything Michael did was work. He didn’t blame the kid for having ambitions or being loyal to the company, but he didn’t want Michael to get all his life-satisfaction out of work. He knew that all-too-well.

“Because they’re right. You got shot. I’ll only bring a few things you need to sign, but other than that, i’ll bring you nothing but my fun-loving spirit.” Juliusz said, sarcastically.

“Sure, you will.” Michael chuckled, then cleared his throat. “Would you bring me some whisky? I haven’t-”

“No. I know what kinds of pills they’ve got you on.” His voice turned stern, with a mix of concern. “You can’t mix that with alcohol, even i know that. It’s like snow.”

“Speaking of which, will you need any?” Michael asked with genuine intent, casually, as if he’s telling his colleague about a cigarette.

Out of a corner of his eye, he could see Ms. Ross leaving the office, pale as paper.

“...No, i’ve stopped.” He was met with silence from Michael. Juliusz sighed. “Really, this time.”

“That’s good Jul, i won’t tell you anything.” There’s a silence for a few seconds, then Michael says again, softer. “How about some Morphine? For your hands, i’m sure i can sneak some from the nurses.”

“Oh no, i’ve heard what Morphine did for Thomas.” Juliusz sighs. “I’ll be fine Michael, don’t get into trouble on my behalf. You worry about yourself kid.”

“Tommorow?”

“Yeah, i’ll see you.”

Like clockwork, Thomas rushed out of his office, almost as if experiencing tunnel-vision, only coming to a halt when he sees Juliusz put down the telephone receiver. Before he could even say a word, the lawyer stopped him.

“It was Michael.” Juliusz tried his best not to sound annoyed, which didn’t work almost immediately when Thomas gave him one of his empty, blue stares, which usually meant calculating distrust. “Fucking hell, shall i call him again and let you ask him yourself?” He remarked, in an ironic, tired tone. He felt like he’s a teenager with overbearing parents. Only Juliusz isn’t dealing with a worried mother, but a grown man.

“Very well then.” Tommy said in one big exhale. “Do you know where Arthur is?"

“Haven’t seen him today, i’d call the other office if i were you.”

“I’ll go there.” He nods, immediately turning to leave. There was something about the way he was acting. Rushing step, wider, more alert eyes.

“What’s happening?” Juliusz takes a step after Thomas, confused. “What did Ms. Ross want?”

“Nothing important. I’m dealing with business.” He raises his hand as if to signal ‘stop’.

“What kind of business?”

“Blinder business.” Tommy reaches for the door and opens it, looking over his shoulder. “Nothing important to you.”

The door closes with a silent click, leaving the office almost devoid of sound. Juliusz takes a deep breath, releases it, and after a moment, puts down the telephone speaker way harder than he should’ve.

***************

God, he hates this office.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves Small Heath, everything about it, except this old betting shop turned office. He’s worked here temporarily only two times. Once, when the plumbing in the Company offices made the floors flood with sewage, and since the Italians came to town. Somehow, Thomas seems more full of shit now than then.

Juliusz packs the last things he needs for the hospital and checks the clock, almost an hour to go. Just as he was finishing packing up for his visit at the hospital when, just as yesterday, Thomas stopped by his desk on his way out the office.

“Where are you going?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He deadpans, but when his remark is met with the same icy stare, Juliusz sighs. “I’m visiting Michael in the hospital.” Thomas only nods and turns to leave without a word, again.

“Where are you going?!” Juliusz bitches after Thomas, frustrated and angry.

“Business.” This time he doesn’t even look at him, too occupied by whatever’s on his mind, which looking at him, you could immediately deduct the ‘Shelby mastermind’ was hard at work in that brain of his.

“Oh fuck off, what if i need to reach you?” He glanced at the telephone, not sure if willingly. “What if they call?”

“They won’t.” He says over his shoulder, making Juliusz even more perplexed. “Close the office after yourself, will ya?” And there he went, and Juliusz felt like he’s the crazy one. Is he the crazy one, or is Thomas slowly rubbing off of him?

It took everything in him not to release his frustration on the poor flowers Linda helped him pick out for Michael. Instead, his walk to the hospital took him ten minutes, instead of the usual twenty.

****************

He pushed the door open with his back into the sterile, but oddly home-y room. The strong strands of sunshine rested atop the wooden table, hospital bed, and Michael himself, who immediately upon hearing the door open looked up from a file.

“I come in and see you working again, i’ll burn those reports in the chimney.” He sighed as he laid out both his briefcase and a large paper bag on the table, along with a small bouquet of flowers. Michael slowly approached the table and sat down, immediately inspecting the mix of dandelions, yellow roses and sunflower petals.

“These are nice, but i’m afraid i like you only as a friend.” The younger man said with a teasing grin, but still put the bouquet next to the ones his mother and other coworkers gave him.

“Very funny.” Juliusz rolled his eyes, but still chuckled. “Whatever will my foolish heart do, the man twelve years my junior doesn’t reciprocate my very true and real feelings.” He exaggerated a theatrical speech, receiving a laugh from Michael.

“What’s there?” He points to Juliusz’s briefcase.

“Some documents regarding the budget, you only need to sign them.” He hands them to Michael, figuring it’s better to get the ‘official’ part of his visit over as soon as possible. The boy signs them one-by-one with identical motions of his pen, then slides them back to Juliusz. “Thank you.” The lawyer says, stuffing them back where he took them from.

“Here, they’re from my mum.” Michael tosses him a red-green apple, which Juliusz barely catches. “Uh, the other mum.”

“Oh my god, these are delicious.” He’s not sure if they’re that good, or if his body will accept any kind of breakfast as an ambrosia. He takes another bite, nope, they’re that good.

“I know!” Michael bites into one as well. “You can’t get something like this from the city anymore, they don’t smell like coal.”

“True.” Juliusz nods. “The city ones aren’t as juicy.”

Silence, a pleasant one, for the first time since that drink with Changretta, which says a lot about what kind of tension was rising in the office. Michael looked as if he was internally debating something, a thin line appearing between his eyebrows, which year-by-year grows thicker.

“Tommy came by recently.” He blurts out finally, looking to the side. Oh, that makes sense. He’d have to know sooner or later, Thomas must have taken it upon himself.

“He told you?” Juliusz was almost sure he knew what Michael meant.

“Yeah.” He nods. “How’ve you been getting on with the Italians?” There seems to be the smallest glimpse of concern in Michael’s tone. He leans forward in his chair, but tries not to disturb his wound too much.

“Somehow better than with Thomas.” Juliusz sighs. “He seems so paranoid around me now, how can i actually help when i don’t know anything? Not to mention that i haven’t been able to give the Italians anything more than he permits me to, useless documentation that Changretta doesn’t even need.” His fidgeting with the apple stem makes it snap.

“What did you want from Changretta in exchange for Tommy?” he throws the apple core in a bin nearby. “From the Italians’ perspective, at least.” The smallest of smirks appears on his lips.

“...My life. My name was on a bullet.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Juliusz didn’t want to say anything about Michael or anyone else being involved in his ‘truce’ with Changretta. They don’t have to know, the only thing that matters is that they’re safe for the time being. “It isn’t anymore, for now.” As if on instinct, he put his hand in his jacket’s inner-pocket, along with the tin cigarette holder and a pack of matches, the cool sensation of a bullet stood out. He took out the cigarettes, only to be stopped by Michael.

“You can only smoke on their balcony.” He nods towards the nurses’ room. “How about you go and I look at what else you got for me here?” Michael winks and reaches into the brown bag on the table, his eyes widening when he sees the whisky bottle hidden between some clothes Polly packed for him and a few treats.

“Hey, that’s only if you don’t drink it after taking your meds, got it?” Juliusz slaps Michael’s hand away as he stood up.

“Mhm.” He hums, still looking at the amber bottle like he’d definitely drink it the second Juliusz turns his back. A stern glare from the Pole makes Michael roll his eyes. “Yes, i won’t drink it after the pills. You're the best.” Juliusz nods approvingly and takes one last big bite from the apple.

“You wouldn't say that if i didn't get it for you, you brat.” He says with his mouth full. "I'll be back."

“Some of the nurses here are really nice, chat one of them up, i’m not going anywhere.” Michael takes this opportunity to rest his feet on Juliusz’s chair, already ogling the work-related papers.

The balcony in the nurses room was fortunately open to all visitors, looking over the back of the hospital. The last nurse on break was a clearly overworked middle-aged lady, for whom he was happy to light the cigarette. Even more so when she had no intention of initiating conversation or offering any unnecessary and costly treatment. As Juliusz slowly enjoyed his cigarette, his mind wandered back to the peculiar item in his pocket.

Hm, at least they spelt it correctly, was the first thought he had when Juliusz held up the bullet, the sun reflecting its gold-brown metal and grey scratches. He rubbed his thumb along the bullet, before hiding it again. He looked up at the sky.

Is it midday already?

BAM!

Juliusz, as if on instinct, ducked and covered his head.

Nothing. After the shot, the hospital was surprisingly quiet, only the sound of a few footsteps, crash of a door, and the muffled cries of the nurse next to him. The footsteps ceased just next door.

Oh no.

Michael.

He shushed the nurse and took out a small handgun out the holster strapped to the small of his back. Out of the balcony, he had to force himself not to sprint and bash into Michael’s room. Warily, he made his way down the corridor, passing next to a shot Peaky Blinder. The bright wall behind the poor man now a glistening, bloody mess. The smell of fresh blood was sickening, Juliusz looked away and took a deep breath, just like they taught him. Just as he approached Michael’s door, he heard muffled voices, more accurately, A muffled voice. He slowly comes closer, as he hears whoever was inside approach to the exit

Step He raises his gun to eye-level.

Step He focuses on a spot where a person would have their head.

Step, click He takes a breath as he hears the door open-

Step- A figure steps out, he disables the safety with a loud click, which makes the man perk up. An all-too-familiar man. It’s Changretta, Luca motherfucking Changretta. He slowly raises his hands, but doesn’t seem too bothered by the gun pointed at him. Juliusz could swear that for a brief moment, Changretta appeared surprised to see him, only to once again put on his usual smug demeanour.

“Ferenz! Fancy seeing you here.” He stepped forward, motioning the other men he was with to follow. “I was actually gonna call, but-”

“We had a fucking deal.” He growled

“And it’s not broken, the boy’s fine.” Changretta vaguely motioned in the direction of Michael’s room. Loud voices rang outside the hospital, sounding like people trying to break the hospital’s doors open. “Now if you wanna shoot me, be my fucking guest, but do it now before your idiot friends get here.” Juliusz came forward and shoved the Italian back a step, and looked inside the boys’ room. Michael was fine, merely shook, looking between his friend and the Italian at his gunpoint. He could just shoot him, be done with it. Everyone would be happy. Yet, when he imagined the blood splatter from the Italian’s head, and the life drain from his already dark eyes, his body at the place of the man he passed in the corridor, he felt a tug inside himself, and couldn't find on what to blame it for this time. Ferenz sighed and took his finger off the trigger.

God, why is he so weak

“Go.” He stepped back and nodded at the corridor. He felt angry, not sure if at himself or the smug bastard in front of him, who took his granted freedom and used it to rush forward where Juliusz motioned.

“You’re goin’ too.” As Changretta passed him, Juliusz felt a tug, this time at his shoulder when he was basically dragged along with the Italians.

“What?!” He basically shouted as they sprinted across the corridors, though he was less sprinting, and more being pulled to their step.

“I need you for something, c’mon.”

“Why? What does ‘something’ mean?” Juliusz finally twists himself from Changrettas grip, but still running side by side with him. “What did you want with Michael?” They pressed their backs against the corridor wall, just before two turns, left and right.

“This and other fascinating questions will be answered in the car, my friend.” Luca replied as he looked around both corners. “Now don’t get your panties in a twist. Which way?”

“Oh go fuck yourself.” Juliusz muttered. “Left.” He followed up immediatly, which was only met with a chuckle from Changretta as they ran for the exit, with a black Rolls Royce already waiting for them.

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If someone told Juliusz a week ago that he’d spend his afternoon squished between two Italians in the backseat of a car, he’d laugh at you, or maybe he’d assume you meant a totally different kind of encounter, which would also be paired with a laugh.

But now, with the man on his left, Matteo and the nuisance on his right, who was in the middle of reading a newspaper, Juliusz truly felt like fate is a very bored man dead-set on making his life hell. Maybe if Matteo didn’t confiscate his gun the second they were out of the hospitals’ viscinity, Juliusz would again briefly think of shooting both of them, or himself, he hadn’t yet decided.

“Will you finally answer my question?” Juliusz mutters, still looking ahead, arms crossed. The outside view of endless forest didn’t entertain him that much, but it was still better than awkward eye-contact with Matteo or glaring at Luca.

“Which one?” Changretta says, turning to another page of the newspaper.

“Where the hell are we going?” He finally turns to look at the Italian.

“To a place Darby let us use, not far. There’s business in London i’ll need you for.” He drawled. “You know Sabini’s and Solomon’s businesses?”

“Solomons’ more than Sabinis, but yes.” Juliusz sighs, pushing up his glasses. “What about Michael?”

“Nice kid.” Changretta muses, flicking the match he was biting down on between his teeth and lips, and Juliusz faught the urge to snap it in half.

“You know damn well what i’m asking you.”

“You’re not the only one who put Tommy’s neck on the line for him.” Changretta meets his gaze as well. “I just came by to let him know we have a deal.” At first, Juliusz had no idea what Luca was insinuating, but a brief moment later, it’s as if a light turned on in his head. Polly… This doesn’t surprise him, which is odd, because Polly has a strong habit of surprising him. Juliusz pushes the thought aside, he’ll confront her or Michael later.

“You better leave him out of this.”

“It’s his mother and you who i’m dealing with, that’s enough.” He takes the match and tosses it out the car window.

That seemed to be the end of that conversation, though a few glances at Changretta made Julliusz think something was on his mind. Then again, almost always when he saw him the Italian appeared so. Either somber and toned down, or smug and calculating. Something about his expression, the way he grimaced, stared, or even fidgeted with that damn piece of wood made him appear like he’s distracting himself from something. And just when he thought he was being discreet, Luca’s dark eyes met his green ones. Looking away would just be admitting defeat now. Changretta seems to be considering something, then throws Juliusz a smug smile.

“Back at the hospital, why didn’t you shoot me? Didn’t have it in you?”

“Are you…teasing me for not blowing your head off?” His eyebrows furrow. “If someone has to kill you, let it be one of the Shelbys, it’s none of my concern.” Somehow, this response appeared to satisfy Changretta, who turned to his right-hand-man.

“Matteo.” His voice changed in a way, even though that usually happens when changing languages, Juliusz couldn’t help but pay close attention, as if he could read the foreign meanings off his lips. “Hai i documenti?”

“Vuoi usare LUI per questo? Luca, con rispetto-” He wasn’t sure what he said, but judging from the way Matteo glanced at Juliusz with every word, he could safely assume the Italian didn’t have much trust towards the Pole.

“Just fucking give ‘em.” Changretta makes a motion with his hand that Juliusz would only describe as so very italian. Matteo shrugs and reaches under his seat.

“Here.” A stack of documents and folders, some looking like they’ve been through better times than this plop onto his lap. “Take it.” Luca taps the files with a ringed finger.

“Why?” Juliusz questions, but still takes the files and quickly skims through the first few. Financial outputs of Italian-owned clubs in London, copies of shares of the South England racetracks, even tax reports. “Why do you have these?”

“I’m planning on making Sabini an offer he can’t resist.” He grins. “I need you to draw up a contract for me. 100% of his businesses, to my family.”

“Don’t you have lawyers for this?”

“I do, i’m sitting next to him.” Changretta responds nonchalantly, turning his face away from the lawyer, looking out the window.

He actually has a task now.

He took it as an opportunity to get a closer look. This was everything legitimate Sabini holds record of having, earning or spending. That’s the problem though, Juliusz noticed, it’s only everything legal Sabini has to offer. Not thinking twice, he nudges Changretta, not even looking at him, nose still buried deep in the documentation.

“You don’t have everything.”

“Hm?” The noise makes him think that Changretta may have just been taken out of a daydream.

“I know Sabini owns a lot more properties and businesses than meets the eye. He just owns them through different people and companies, for tax purposes. I’d know, we do it as well.” He opens one of the tax reports, pointing at a company name, one of their ‘brother companies’, functioning only to hold assets for Sabini. “If you want the entire Sabini empire, i’ll need their papers as well.”

“...” Luca takes a moment to look between Juliusz and what he’s pointing out, then takes the document out of his hands, skimming it through. “Consider it done.” He closes it and gives it back to Juliusz, the sound of his approval oddly satisfying to the lawyer.

“Great.”

“You got until tomorrow, that good?” Luca raises an eyebrow at him.

“Perfect.” For a while, Juliusz tried to put down the papers and leave them until he comes back home, but not a second later turns to Luca. “Do you have a pen?”

“Matteo?”

“Pencil only.” The Italian takes out a small pencil out of his jacket.

“Even better.” He clarified whilst arranging the documents in a different, more organised order. When Matteo passed him a comically tiny pencil, he let out a fast ‘thankyou’ and in the blink of an eye transformed his part of the backseat into a pile of papers. Now this was where he shined, a horrendously boring reading for most, exciting underlining for him. Everything to be used for later when he’s back at his desk. As odd as it may be, finally getting a task from the Italians is satisfying, and later he’ll have something to tell Thomas to make him happy. He worked with the smallest of smiles on his face. In the fervor of dates, taxes and company shares, Juliusz didn’t even notice Changretta looking at him. From his fingers shuffling page to page like a dealer handling cards, or how his eyes raced left-to-right as he read, there seems to be something endearing in someone who’s in their element. Luca opened his newspaper again, but didn't continue reading it.

Now, if someone told Juliusz a week ago that he’d possibly spend his afternoon trying to move a wagon with some Italians, he’d laugh at you as well.

Yet there he was, getting out of the car as Changretta threw a “C’mon poindexter, try not to break your glasses” in his direction, which, at this point, Juliusz didn’t even bother to grace with a talkback.

Winter hadn’t dwelled harshly in the Birmingham area, if he didn't know any better, he'd assume it was typical gloomy authumn. Though the dirt road underneath them crackled as if not so long ago it had been completely frozen.

“What’s this?” Matteo walked up front. “Whose wagon is that?” He got immediately stopped by the policeman, as if this trashed wagon is somehow a sensitive crime scene.

“They’re gypsies.” he blurted out. “Tribe of fucking gypsies.”

An alarm rang inside Juliusz’s head, something surely wasn’t right. The tussle between Matteo and the lawman didn’t help ease whatever was hanging in the air.

“I said that it’ll be clear in 20 minutes.”

Something definitely isn’t right. He glanced at Luca and was met with a similar look. Both men seemingly having a smililar gut feeling.

"Let's go." He nodded in the direction of the car. "We'll find another way outta here."

When the man he got introduced to before as 'Frankie' hadn't started the car yet, they just assumed he couldn't hear them. The second time Luca called out to him, they thought there must have been something wrong with him and/or the car.

With his head leaned back, exposing the cleanily slit neck, crimson, already slowly clogging blood oozing out of it, chaos erupted.

Shots fired just above their heads, some putting holes in the Italians' hats as they got out of the car to fight back.

Juliusz pressed his back against the Rolls Royce, heart pounding as he realised just what was happening. Aberama Gold, thats what was happening.

Another Italian fell to the ground, while more bullets pierced the cars' body. Bullets whistled in the air just like they did all these years ago.

Gold must be here from the order of Tommy. The Blinders must have known Juliusz went with the Italians. Tommy must have known. Why were they ambushing them with him right there, when-

Something cold pressed against his palm. He looked down. Changretta is giving Juliusz his gun back.

"Cover me, yeah?" His voice was raised, with more than an ounce of panic in it, cracking at places.

He didn't need to be asked twice, he's not dying out of friendly fire from the Golds anytime soon. Juliusz takes a deep breath, and sticked his head out slightly, shooting wherever he saw movement, not to kill, but to scare off and buy Luca the few seconds he needed to get the car running.

"DUCK!" Juliusz shouted when he saw Gold's son aim a shot clearly meant for Luca as he was trying to get to the steering wheel. It just ended up a bullet in Frankies' already dead brain.

Never before would he think he'd be so relieved to hear an engine turn on.

With Changretta maneuvering the car out of the bridge, and with Matteo and Juliusz emptying their magazines to hell, they barely made it out the forest and into a typical, empty english field.

They damn near fell out the car when Luca stopped the engine. The only sound being the distressed and tired breaths of three men after a brief date with death.

Then, you could hear the music of two Italian men shouting at eachother, and one Polish man puking his guts out on the side of the road.

"Holy shit." Juliusz drew a sharp breath as he wiped his lips, trying his best to compose himself after the initial adrenaline started to wear off. "Kurwa mać." He could hear the italians slowly calm as well.

"Fuck, you alright?" Luca calls out to him.

"Yeah, fucking peachy." He wheezes out, exhausted, not sure if more mentally or physically, or both, probably.

"They got two of ours." Matteo pointed in the direction of the woods they drove out of. "What do we do?" This question seemed to put Changretta even more on edge, frustration gradually building up.

"CAZZO!" He kicked the car, luckily it being so beyond repair, it didn't seem to mind. Luca ran his hand through his hair, now noticing he has lost his hat somwhere in the middle of the ordeal. "All right, change of fuckin' plans. Ferenz, you still got that contract to make. Go back to Small Heath, we'll have time for business, i'll call you." He points at Juliusz, not appearing to be asking, but telling. The Pole didn't have it in him to argue at this point.

"I need to make a phonecall to our dear friend Polly." Luca handed Juliusz the files out of the car, still holding them when the other man tries to take them. "Be safe." He lets go.

As he got dropped off at a safe distance, instead of heading to a place like home, preferably into the arms of his bed and a hefty bottle of whisky, he turned to Small Heath, where he'll kick Thomas' Shelbys' fucking teeth in.

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Translations:

Niewiarygodne - Unbelievable

Hai i documenti? - Do you have the documents?

Vuoi usare LUI per questo? Luca, con rispetto - Do you want to use HIM for this? Luca, with respect-

Kurwa mać - Fucking Hell

Cazzo - Fuck

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