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jamilviperswife · 1 year ago

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Jack howl stole my heart and also sorry, idk any writer words so I have no idea what I'm asking for, but remember when Jack works at a restaurant as the "I lift heavy stuff" guy. Can you write something about him having a crush on a waitress there?? Go wild on what you think should happen or be said!! Tysm if you take my request ❤

Hello Hello! Yes I think I do, I believe it's in his Port Fest vignette? Unfortunately I don't know much about the Port Fest since I'm on the EN server and ended up missing the event when it came out on EN 😭 but I'll try my best from my knowledge! I'll write this as a one shot/drabble ^^

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Content/Character(s): Jack Howl, fluff, Jack gains a cute little crush on a waitress.

"Thanks again for offering to help with these boxes Jack! With your muscle we should be done moving these boxes within no time!" Said an older man with a joyous laugh. This man was the owner of a restaurant near the Port. He was currently trying (and failing) to lift some heavy boxes that just arrived inside the restaurant, before Jack came along and offered to help, seeing the older man struggle to carry the shipment in.

Jack scratched his neck sheepishly, a light dust of pink coming to his face. "It's no problem really. You looked like you needed help, so I offered."

"Oh don't be so sheepish boy! If it weren't for your kindness, I'd probably be on the ground with a broken hip, hah!" The man said letting out another laugh as he watching Jack pick up another crate and bring it inside.

Jack sweatdropped at the comment, setting the crate down inside the back of the restaurant where everything was stored. Brushing wood particles off his hands he let out a sigh, "Ah, that should be the last of it."

"Splendid! Oh, before you go, would you mind helping me with one other thing?"

"Huh? Sure, I don't mind. What do you need help with?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. Helping out some more shouldn't take too much longer, he didn't see any harm.

"Well you see, the Port Fest is coming up soon, and we're quite short on staff. I was wondering if you'd like to help me out with that problem temporarily! You'd be payed for your time of course! And you wouldn't be working long, just an hour or two. What do you say?" Asked the man as he gave Jack a pleading look.

Jack contemplated it, he said they were short on staff? Around this time? That definitely wouldn't be good for the workers, they would be so stressed. And he did have experience working in the Mostro Lounge, albeit only a little. And the look the manager was a giving him wasn't helping either. With a scratch of his head and a loud sigh, Jack caved.

And that's how he ended up here, currently working back and forth from taking orders and seating people. The manager wasn't kidding when he said they were short staffed, there seemed to be only 4 other people working, excluding himself. The restaurant was getting rather crowded. The day of the Port Fest was tomorrow, and some people had come by early to take everything in. Said people also just had to stop by and eat at the restaurant Jack was currently helping at. He sighed to himself, wondering if it was a good idea to take up this job. But seeing how stressed the other staff were, even with his help, cleared away his doubts.

Jack had just come back from taking someone's order and was on the way to the kitchen. However his mind began to be occupied with other mindless thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, he was so distracted he didn't see a little waitress holding a tray of drinks rushing over to some unhappy customers.

The two of them ended up colliding, the drinks spilling everywhere as the waitress fell on her bottom. Jack too a few steps back to balance himself after the collision, eyes wide from surprise.

Said waitress rubbed her side in pain, muttering a few curses to herself. Just great, this was her second time on the job and she has already to make some customers unhappy, run into someone, and spill the order of said unhappy customers all over the floor and herself. She was going to get fired for sure.

Jack knelt down to her level and offered her his hand, "Hey! Are you alright??." He asked her, eyebrows furrowed in worry. He waved someone over to clean up the mess and take care of the customers who just lost there drinks before turning back to the waitress. "Let's go to the staff room and get you cleaned up."

'Do I look alright!?' She thought, taking his hand with a huff as he brought her up from her sitting position.

Jack didn't know why, but he suddenly started to feel queazy. His face seemed to flush lightly at the feeling of her hand being placed in his as he lifted her up and brought her to the staff room. 'Her hand is so small compared to mine...' he thought before shaking his head with a face redder than before.

Once in the staff room, Jack handed her towels and napkins to wipe herself off with, which she thanked him for and used with little progress. "Ugh, my uniform is soaked with sweet tea, I have fruit chunks stuck in my hair, and I smell like a cocktail! This is the worst." She said with frustration, throwing the used napkins away before burrowing her face in her hands.

Jack bit the inside of cheek. She was clearly upset, but he didn't have much experience with comforting people, much less girls. He awkwardly patted her back, "I'm sure it's not the worst, there should be another uniform you can wear."

"No, you don't understand!" She pulled her hands away from her face, teary eyes looking up at Jack, who looked back at her in surprise. "You saw how angry those customers were! It's only my second day on the job and I've already made a mess of myself, I'm going to be fired! And I really need this job!" She cried out.

You felt foolish, here you are looking like mess, crying Infront of some random boy. Could your day get any worse? On second thought, better not jinx it.

Jack started to panic, now she was crying! What was he supposed to do?? He took the time to examine her, she seemed to be around his age, maybe a year older. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't attractive. He felt himself flush again. After a few seconds, Jack finally spoke up. ".. You're not going to be fired." He mumbled out.

You blinked at him in confusion, did he not hear what you just said? All the reasons why you would be fired? "What?"

This time Jack looked at her with determination. "I said you're not going to be fired. I know the owner, he'll understand. I promise. I'll make sure you keep your job, so!...please don't..cry.." He mumbled the last part,but you still heard him.

You stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, "Hahahaha! You barely even know me, and yet you're determined to help me keep my job? Your something else." You couldn't help but let out another laugh as you smiled at him.

Jack flushed once again, his tail wagging involuntarily. Your laughter sounded melodic to him, your smile was so bright. "..." He decided he was going to keep that smile on your face, he wanted nothing more than see you smile again. "Well of course, I wasn't going to let some pretty girl get fired over a little thing, and you said you needed the job right? I don't know your situation, but I don't mind helping you!"

This time your cheeks dusted a light pink. He thought you were pretty? You grinned at him,"So you think I'm pretty? How bold, I don't even know your name~." You teased him, letting out a little giggle at his surprised and flustered reaction as he tried to explain himself. 'How cute..' you thought to yourself.

A few minutes had passed by at this point, you had managed to get all the fruit chunks out of your hair. Though you still needed to change, your uniform was dry. Albeit a little sticky from the drinks.

"Jack Howl."

You turned to the big wolf, confused. "What?"

"You said you didn't know my name. Well, my name is Jack Howl." Said wolf responded, shyly rubbing the back of his head as his tailed swayed behind him.

You grinned up at him, "It's nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Y/n." Grabbing an extra uniform you turned away from him, waving bye as you went to go change. "Thank you for helping me Jack, I really appreciate it."

Jack waved back before leaving the staff room, a small grin on his face. Y/n huh? The name suited you well.

The rest of his shift had ended before he knew it. Handing the uniform back over to the manager before grabbing his stuff and getting ready to head out. Something caught his eye, a piece of paper seemed to have fallen out of the locker he was using to put his stuff in. It was a little note.

Picking it up Jack looked around to see if anyone had mistakenly put it in his locker. But he saw no one, and reading the front of the note, his name was in it. Confused, Jack opened it up and read the contents.

'Just in case I don't see you again, here's my number, xxx-xxx-xxxx, call or text me sometime!

-Y/n'

Jack's tail began to wag behind him, a small dopey smile made its way to his face as he stuffed the note in his pocket and headed out. He really hoped to see you again.

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #fanfic #jack howl x reader

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ecargmura · 1 year ago

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My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 8 Review - Meeting Shirosaki's Family

Oh gosh, Momose went and met Shirosaki’s family. What’s next on the list? Meeting Momose’s family? Marriage? The fact that I don’t know what awaits next always gets me hyped up whenever Saturdays come. This episode is actually very cute because it was filled with events I didn’t expect. This entire episode was cute and relaxing.

Momose and Shirosaki are at Akita, Shirosaki’s hometown, for a business trip. After visiting the Namahage Village, the two then head off to Shirosaki’s family home to visit his grandmother; in actuality, his grandmother persuaded him to come so that she can show him something. While Momose was a bit nervous at first, he gets used to the flow of the Shirosaki household.

I have to say. Granny Shirosaki is adorable as heck. She’s probably one of the cutest anime grandmas ever. I’m still amazed she’s still alive even though her grandsons are in their thirties. I hope she gets to live for a long time. I just love how she’s just your typical Asian grandma by offering food to her guests. I love that she calls Momose “Ken-chan”, which is then picked up by Shirosaki by mistake and then his brother. Granny is seriously so cute. Fortunately, the goofy genes didn’t come from her.

The big surprise Grandma had for Shirosaki was that his brother, Seiyu, came home; before the reveal, Shirosaki said that he lost contact with his brother recently and was worried. Apparently, the goofy genes are genetic as Seiyu is as goofy as his brother Yusei. The reason he lost contact was that his phone got busted due to him accidentally throwing it in a fountain. Now I wonder if Mama and Papa Shirosaki are as goofy as the brothers; the genes have to originate somewhere. Though, the brothers’ naming sense is adorable. Shirosaki’s name is Yusei and his brother is Seiyu. The kanji for their names are the same, but flipped around.

Seiyu is a photographer and a bit free-spirited compared to Shirosaki. He’s rarely in Japan, so he has picked up a lot of mannerisms from overseas like reacting to gunshots and speaking in English (are they poking fun at America?). Watching the Shirosaki brothers be goofy made me wonder if they were in a competition to see who was the goofiest of the two; it’s honestly equal in competition. I’m glad Ken-chan is there to balance out the goofs. I’m glad that Seiyu is a kind older brother, especially since he picked up photography due to his brother gifting him a turtle doll. The fact that the anime staff casted THE Daisuke Ono to voice Seiyu is pretty amazing. The cast list was already pretty top-notch and adding in OnoD just makes it even more splendid. Oh and the brothers are only two years apart with Seiyu being 36 and Shirosaki being 34; this means Seiyu and Momose are 10 years apart.

The sub-plot of Aoyama cat-sitting Hakutou was too adorable. I liked how Hakutou referred to Shirosaki and Momose as his owners; yes, he used the Japanese word for owner, but in plural. He thinks both of them are his owners! Despite that, he’s not use to Aoyama and even refers to him as a weird old guy with glasses. Fortunately, Hakutou does warm up to him a bit as he sleeps on top of him, making Aoyama fawn over him. The fact that Shirosaki and Momose trust Aoyama so much that they’re letting Hakutou be in his care shows off how dependable the chief is. I also like how Kumatte-chan got jealous of the attention Hakutou is getting (or that could just be his imagination). I’d like to see Hakutou interacting with Kinjou if possible!

It was nice learning about Shirosaki and how he was like in the past as well as how he gets along well with his brother. I do wonder if the writers will bother making a showcase episode for them to go to Hokkaido to see Momose’s family. I’d like to see that! What do you think will happen next with our goofy duo?

#my new boss is goofy #atarashii joushi wa do tennen #Yusei shirosaki #kentaro momose #Mitsuo aoyama #hakutou #kumatte-chan #Seiyu Shirosaki #Granny Shirosaki #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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fantasyinvader · 19 days ago

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It's kinda weird how the localization went about Edelgard to me.

On the one hand, as I've said before the translation removes her redemption during SS/VW. Edelgard's death isn't her walking the same path as Byleth, urging them to do what needs to be done in order to stop the war she started, making it their duty possibly serving as a bridge to her telling them to take TWSITD out through Hubert's letter and how her words can also be read as her asking Byleth to avenge her by doing so. It makes it out that while Edelgard has lost so much of her humanity, in a Buddhist sense, that she can't stop herself from trying again but knows that she needs to be stopped but it's also her accepting Byleth's hand and accepting benevolence. It also ties into Claude and Seteth believing she won't stop and walk with Byleth, and while they're right on the former she finds a way to the latter. It's her seeing her ideals fail, the beliefs she's spurned making her opposition stronger, and ultimately she sees the light. It's bittersweet, but it allows Edelgard to die as a human rather than monster. Edelgard dies facing the light, rather than with her back to it as in Moon.

The translation takes that away, instead making it about how sad it is that Edelgard dies. It tries to make Flower out to be the route where Edelgard becomes the good guy through tweaks. Her portrayal as a manipulative individual who says and does things in order to sway people into supporting her? It tries to say that wasn't a line Edelgard crossed, ditto her manipulating TWSITD and having them dance to her tune being downplayed. Her ideals, the beliefs she started a war over because she believed that society needs to be based on them? It tries to say that through Flower, she realized how awesome friends are and how people need to support each other. Her path having been one of dominationn/military rule/hadou, much like it's called out in Wind, is instead changed to how she has been so lonely all this time but now that she has you. Caspar, has a splendid military career where he's only sometimes reckless, rather than the original text saying he was conducting military expeditions into other countries where his army was often out of control and thus putting Edelgard's meritocracy into question if someone like him gets to be in charge of the army.

BUT, it can't really erase this shit, because it's baked into the script. Edelgard being a liar you shouldn't trust? Her route still depicts her as a liar who knows more than she's letting on while keeping her allies in the dark, and drops info that says she was not being truthful with Byleth. She is still written as having tried to manipulate the player even if the translation has her say she didn't, and with her being revealed as a liar it calls her words into question. Her rule still has stuff like censorship of the arts, a state-run religion, secret police, using TWSITD's tech and blood magic, spreading falsehoods like Byleth's sword being the Sword of Seiros, and the implication of the Byleth/Lorenz ending with how despite her reforms being about abolishing the nobility… their kid is still able to inherit his father's position. The lies and tyranny is still there. Edelgard still did horrible things in the name of her ideals only to throw them away for ideals that align with the other routes, routes where your faction aren't using the results of human experiments as war assets. The translation tries to make this okay because Edelgard supposedly learned her lesson, but that's just reward vile behavior for ends the translators had to alter. It wants the player to trust Edelgard despite what she's done, which is like telling a kid to trust the guy with the van offering free candy.

If anything, the translation somehow makes Edelgard more evil in it's attempt to make her good because there's no real means of erasing her villainy outside of completely writing a new game.

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eureka-its-zico · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I logged on to Tumblr on PC so I could get ALL of this out because Part 3 of “Chaos in Their Bones” has fed me, hydrated me, cleared my skin up, rested me, made me weep and cackle loudly, so let’s get into all the bits (I have quoted bits from chapter 3) that have stuck out with me. Hope you don't mind that I quoted them here :)

So far Operation Petty was getting off to a rough start.

First line and I was already grinning. Doc meet Zoro. Zoro meet Doc. One is pettier than the other lol

Fuck. You struggled to keep a shudder from making its way down your spine but you weren’t so lucky in keeping the soft gasp from trickling out from your lips. The husk of his voice was unnecessarily sexy. Slowly, you turned to look to your right and found Zoro casually sitting back in his seat. His eyes trained forward and his hands took his silverware as if he hadn’t just whispered across your skin like sin. You couldn’t think past what had just happened. It didn’t matter how much you tried to formulate a sentence. Your brain was just not having it. You could do this. You were an intelligent woman who was not easily swayed. “What?” A masterful reply.

Okay, I died and ascended here because same, Doc, same. Would have the same reaction.

“I think that’s the first time anyone’s apologized to me before.” “That sucks.” God, you really did have a way with words. Nami was equally as shocked at your bluntness, but in a way that sent a warm smile to lift the edges of your lips. Nami sputtered out a laugh as she placed her hands on her hips

I am in love with Doc. The attitude. It's just *chef's kiss*

“Well, at least now you’ll know you have one in Syrup village.” A spark of something ignited in her eyes and whatever it was your words made her think of, it wasn’t something happy. When a small smile curled her lips it didn’t reach her eyes. They stayed distant; mourning something you may never be made aware of.

This part in particular, knowing what happens later just hit me like a train. It hurts when you know Nami's actual back story and this part right here - it shows that there's so much and the fact that Doc is perceptive enough to see it just made me fall for Doc even more.

“If you guys are going to talk about feelings I’m seriously going to need a drink.” “Shocker.” The few steps Zoro took came to an abrupt end just a few feet from you.

Pot meet kettle. Kettle meet pot. I don't know what it is about this dynamic with a mouthy person giving Zoro a run for his money, but I love it. The sass made me feel rejuvenated lol

Who knows, maybe it was just your imagination overreacting. Right when you went to glance over the side, a hand smacked its way over the top and you felt your soul evacuate your body. A few seconds later, green hair popped over the top that sat on top of a familiar face, but your brain was stuck in fear mode, so when Zoro asked, “Doc?” The only response he’d gotten was your fist connecting with his face. “What the fuck!”

I gotta admit, the cackle I let out was loud and sounded absolutely deranged and feral lol Even now as I am writing this I am cackling like an absolute madman to the point I think I might not be getting enough oxygen into my brain... Such a correct reaction to someone popping out of the well tho haha

His lips were parted, eyes scanning your face, and for one devious miscalculation of judgment, you wanted to fist your fingers in his shirt and pull him towards you to see if his lips were as soft as you imagined. Nope. Nooooope!

Same, Doc, same. Just... Same lmao Let's not spiral yet.

“Luffy, that is a splendid offer. One I don’t think anyone could pass up but I can’t leave.” “Why the hell not?” Naan fired off. “Naan-“ “And if you say it’s because of me, just remember you aren’t too old for me to throttle you with my cane.”

Naan is my spirit animal. That's it.

“Please, take care Naan. You’ve done so much for me, my whole life. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know where I would be.” “Dead,” she stated matter-of-factly. It was so blunt. So incredibly Naan that you couldn’t stop the sharp bark of laughter that came from you.

I aspire to be as blunt as Naan when I grow old. I also have to once again admit that I let out a very loud cackle at this part because it was just beautiful and so so well delivered.

There's a lot of other pieces that I would add, but I think I'd end up pasting your whole fic into this ask so I'll just leave it with these ones that had me grinning so wide my mouth hurts. Tbf, I grinned hard throughout the whole chapter and my face hurts right now. No regrets tho!

Personally, I found this to be a beautifully written update and I have to once again PROCLAIM that I will be excitedly waiting for the next part!

chewing on your nails until you were positive you must have gnawed them into dust.

Thank you so much for sharing this! And I hope your week is going well! Also, I hope you are catching up with your essays :D

Sending love your way and have a lovely week!

-Gouda 🧀

P.S. I love beefy chapters so if there will be any more in this, or any story you come out with - I will feast on it. Thanks xoxo

Gouda 🧀 Nonnie,

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?! I have read your ask an unhealthy amount of times. It’s made me smile like a crazy person and I realized why: when you described what you felt while reading this chapter is what made me the happiest. The fact it made you cackle through most of it and felt what you felt gave me the biggest sense of accomplishment.

Doc absolutely needs to have sass. I don’t know why, but when I thought of their relationship, I imagine it’s based off that annoying feeling of when you like someone and you do not want to like them, but your feelings are deceptive little bastards so you’re just grumpy about it lol. That’s how I imagine Doc and Zoro. Equally a pain in the others ass and equally low key loving it.

This chapter was also important because it begins to set up the relationships with Nami and Luffy. It’s important to me that this not just be based on a relationship solely centered around Zoro. I just haven’t successfully thought out what I want to happen when they get to the Baratie with Sanji, but I’m rambling!

I am so full of gratitude for you and your ever amazing review of ch. 3. For your support and kindness and even kinder words. I hope you, my dear, are having a wonderful week and get plenty of rest! Much love 🖤

#Gouda 🧀 nonnie #Chaos in Their Bones review #when I saw this I ASCENDED #this is probably one of the top three best reviews I’ve ever received in my life #and I am currently writing my essays for class lol #Chaos in Their Bones #roronoa zoro #one piece live action #opla

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yesyourstalker · 1 year ago

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Spike: uh excuse me?

Mahi: how can- oh.

Spike: oh hi love I haven't seen you in a while how are-

Mahi: I need to leave!!! I'm going on my break! Like right now sooo yeah bye.

Mahi: NETA! Neta! Neta hey .....

Neta: what did I tell you about yelling like that. You know I have a fight response- yo you good kid?. What do you need?

Mahi: Uhh can you help that guy. The urchin over there.

Neta: That guy?

Mahi: yeah him..... I can't be near him he's my ex

Neta: alright go to the back ok

Mahi:ok

Neta: hey, man what's?

Spike: yes. I was wondering do you have this vinyl? I've been trying to find it everywhere.

Neta: we don't have it in today but I can order it for you and you can pick it up ....Monday

Spike: splendid thank you

Nets: yeah.. man no problem*sigh*... Ooooook

Hey Mahi. He's gone.

Mahi: ok thank you

Neta: so...... Spike. He's the guy you were talking about

Mahi: yeah. You know him?

Neta: yeah I know him.....*Sigh* .......listen man I'm not saying I would beat him up in the mall parking lot. But you know if you ask me 'hey can you beat up that guy in the mall parking lot?' I would do it with no hesitation. So if you ever need that to happen I can make it happen. Actually I can do a lot worse. I can meet up with some guys from my old Splatoon he can go missing real quick if you wanted him to.

Mahi:......................................................... no. Maybe-no, never mind. I'm good. Thank you for the offer though.

Neta: okay, just letting you know.... Also don't show up on Monday. I'm switching your days off. Come in Tuesday. ............ Spike? Really?? Ew...... I mean I'm not judging I'm just....... just.ugh

Mahi: what's that supposed to mean? It was just one mistake! Besides I saw you flirt with TAKA that one time!? He's fucking gross!

Neta: yeah I know!! He played his piano for me as if I was supposed to care but you know what? I got free food, shit-faced and a hook up .........I also took a couple 50s from his wallet. You don't know how to play em. You tell them the right things and you can get whatever you want.... No love. No commitment It's easy

Mahi: no offense Neta but I'm not going to take any relationship advice from a single father who got divorced in their early 20s and has their ex's name tattooed on his arm

Neta:........................................ .............. You're fired.............

Mahi: what! because I told you the truth? HA!

Neta: yeah get out of my store. You're fired. Bye

Mahi: It's really funny how you always seem to "fire" me after I win an argument

Neta: shut up. You hurt my feelings so now you're fired but you need to come back in 30 minutes. Remember, come in to work on Tuesday because that creep is coming back here tomorrow. I'll accuse him of stealing something and have him banned but for now you're fired. Bye!

Mahi: okay fine, I'm fired. I'm going to the food court. You want something?

Neta: can you give me a lobster dog.

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#Neta gives off protective caring but somehow reckless uncle vibes #i don't know the full dynamic of mahi and spike but I'm assuming it not good #taka sill believes that neta was actually into him and is waiting for a phone call #mahi gets “fired” every other week. it's usually just for something silly nothing serious #neta

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poisonouswritings · 2 years ago

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M4 JEALOUSY HEADCANONS!! Fluffy,angsty,soft,whatever you decide! All I could ask for is them to be long if you could make them? Not necessary tho! I just personally like reading long headcanon lists/writings

GN!Reader, I will try to make it long but we'll see how it goes, pre-relationship, I added songs!! Listen to my shitty music tastes or perish!!! /j

Felix Escellun

Pouty boy pouty boy pouty boy

Somehow I feel like Felix is actually the least jealous!! But he is the most scandalized!!!

He's more self-confident than his initial 'dredging for spirits in this veritable backwater' rant would make you think. He's been in a successful long-term relationship (aside from the whole death thing) so he kinda knows how to be self-assured and everything.

But Felix is a little bit of a Gremlin™ and he just has a flair for the dramatic.

Someone starts trying to chat you up and Felix literally just grabs your hand and drags you away because He's Still Working Up The Courage To Ask You Out Give Him A Couple Days

I just think it genuinely is funny if like,, he grabs your hand, laces your fingers together and says Listen, Dear, He Has Something He Wants To Ask You. But He Has To Prepare Himself. Can You Trust Him On This? You Can? Splendid!

And I mean yeah he's blushing the entire time but he's also leaps and bounds ahead of the other three so like

Good for Felix. You get it king. Take your time you have some trauma to work through and realizations to dawn on

He gets you guys matching jewelry or something and you wear it in public so that way when someone hits on you and Felix comes over and the person sees you guys are matching

they get the idea and back off

and Felix is just giving this little evil cat smile

(i'm specifically picturing this specific face)

I just love Felix being a chaotic little shit please

That's not to say he doesn't have insecurities. There are plenty of times he wonders if you'd be better off if he stopped pursuing you so someone else could. Maybe someone who's smarter or stronger. Maybe someone who wouldn't let their partner die in battle

,,, yeah he still needs to work through his grief over Rime.

but he is determined!!

And you know better than anyone that when Felix wants something, he will spend however long it takes to get it/reach the point he needs to reach. You being in Astraea is living proof of that.

In public he likes to (gently) take your elbow and/or hand.

Would he use magic to casually drop the trousers of someone who's oggling you? yeah. He would.

He's petty and also he's a little bit of a prankster so like He Will Take Any Opportunity To Cause Chaos

But ultimately he really is the least jealous. Except for if/when Scylla starts flirting then he's throwing hands

Song for him would be,, for some reason I almost wanna say Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner ?? Does that even count as a jealousy song tho? I think it does.

Anisa Anka

I just wanna mention once again how much I love Anisa

Anyways

This is when Anisa is still trying to maintain some professional boundaries so she's extra jealous because she likes you and she feels like she can't do anything about it >:(

Angy Annie >:( with her hair all poofy and her face all red and her nose all scrunched in frustration

Saaros just snickering into their journal because they already know what's gonna happen and it makes the buildup funnier

You guys are out at the market and someone offers you a free sample and you're like Oh Thanks!! and Anisa casually grabs it and is like Oh I'll Feed It To You So Your Hands Don't Get Dirty :) like okay Annie thank you baby love you

Someone doesn't even hit on you,, like you're wearing your cosplay (aka Starsworn uniform) and someone comes up and compliments you!! Because it's well made and looks nice y'know? And you guys are having a conversation about sewing techniques and types of fabric or whatever because this person is trying to make their own outfit or something and Anisa is just casually sliding into the conversation because Hey She Knows About Fabric Too! And she can totally impress you with her fabric skills :)

Anisa is just,, a little competitive? Like yes in general but also after everything with her father she feels like she needs to prove that she's worthy of affection and love so like

She's Squaring Up but in a respectful and knightly way

You guys are out walking or whatever and she notices some people looking at you and she offers you her arm because Oh She's Supposed To Be Your Escort In This Strange World You've Found Yourself In And She's Just Being Polite :)

Saaros lagging like ten steps behind you guys and they're just gagging into their journal because Holy Fucking Shit Can You Guys Just Get Together Already This Is Horrible For Them

Someone does hit on you and Anisa is just Throwing Off Hate Vibes right behind you.

But then as soon as you turn around to face her she's all smiley sunshine because she's supportive!

And you turn back around to face the other person and she is once again immediately back in Rage Mode.

Anisa is shy about touching you but she doesn't mind touching your outfit. So you can constantly find her adjusting your cloak and brushing off your shoulders and generally giving you lil touches.

I just think it's funny if you know what she's doing but she's still playing innocent.

If you do start hitting on someone then she'll stand aside (though she does linger nearby just in case things get dangerous) and not interfere.

Oh me oh my, my sweet self-loathing tropes, poor Anisa is bothered and beating herself up. Not particularly for not making a move on you (since she's still trying to be professional and respect boundaries) but for falling for you in the first place when she knows she can't have you. She tries to tell herself it's better this way, that you deserve someone who's strong and brave and honest. Someone who hasn't lied to the world with every breath they draw. Someone who doesn't have darkness in their DNA.

But it still hurts.

And if you go on dates?? I'm not saying she and Saaros are gonna discreetly follow along under the guide of wanting you to be safe but it's really so Annie can torture herself and be sad, but I am saying that you can clearly see that Anisa is wearing a really terrible wig and Saaros is just super boredly pushing an ice cube around the table and watching it melt.

The day after she asks how your date went and at this point you're kinda just messing with her so you start talking about it with a heart-eyes voice (whatever that would sound like) and she's just,,,

'🙃 oh MC I'm so glad you had such a lovely time' and on the inside she is Not Okay

If she had access to Spotify I think she'd be listening to like,,, Her by Dodie. Just very kinda 'this person means everything to me but they don't see me in the same way and it sucks but i love them anyways' type of vibes.

Saaros is in the background just waiting for everything to fall into place so Anisa can stop moping

Sage Lesath

I think Sage is my favorite to write jealousy stuff before because I absolutely love seeing anti-attachment (playboy-esque) characters getting an emotional pipe to the knees when they realize that not only are they in love, but they have no idea what to do about it because it's never happened before, and also they're forced to address their own self-worth issues and they just fuckin crumble a little. Little bit. Itty bitty bit.

Anyways let's talk about the fact that he brings you to the bar kinda often (since he spends a lot of time there) and you get hit on!! Probably at least once every time you guys go out! And every time it happens Sage is just >:(

I think,, that,,, Sage would be the kind of guy to where someone is hitting on you and he just casually slides up and throws an arm around your shoulders and be like :3 Hai :3 What Do You Want With My MC :3 Yeah That's Right They're Mine Back The Fuck Off :3 like he doesn't say it but he has that energy.

Does Sage realize how hypocritical it is for him to be jealous when he has his reputation? Yes.

But that's the other thing, I think that if you were to like,, have sex with someone,, he wouldn't really mind. What he is bothered by is the idea that you might meet someone better than him and then you'll realize how horrible he is and you'll leave him

Do I think Sage has abandonment issues? Yes. Actually I think all the Starsworn have some degree of abandonment issues but that's neither here nor there

Since Sage is a regular at the bar (or at least a lot of people know him) I think he might even like,, tell people to keep their greasy hands off you,,, not because you're his or anything (he's painfully aware that you aren't) but because 1. a lot of the people here are like him, aka they're horrible drunks, and 2. because you're going out to enjoy a drink, not deal with shitty pick-up lines

It's his job to tell you shitty pick-up lines

No but back to what I was saying I think Sage is constantly touching you. Arm around your shoulders, shoulder pressed against yours, knees bumping under the table.

If he's drunk and someone comes to talk to you he just growls and softly headbutts your arm because He Is A Cat And You Need To Give Him Attention Already !!! but he doesn't actually talk. He just makes little noises.

Listen okay cats will scent marks things that make them feel safe/comfortable and so Sage is constantly scent-marking you so that other ilephtas don't try anything. And since he's constantly touching you somehow his fur gets all over you and that sends the message to humans. Especially when he's next to you all the time.

If you start flirting with someone, then Sage won't interfere. He wants you to have fun and do your own thing. He'll swallow his jealousy as much as he possibly can but he also,, might,,, not be able to stay in the room. If you talk to him about it afterwards he'll try really hard to be supportive and make jokes about it and whatever but on the inside he just feels all twisted up in his tummy.

Ultimately he wants you to be happy,, he's just,,, sad that it couldn't be him.

Spends the entire day sulking a little bitty bit

Possibly in your bed. I've said it before and I'll say it every time it's relevant, I think that Sage (as a cat) finds your scent comforting and when he's upset he kinda just goes into your room and mopes. Has the added benefit of getting his fur everywhere on your bed because he's petty like that.

And then you get back to Fathom like 'Oh I met my friend's partner and they're super sweet they're such a cute couple' and Sage immediately regains +10000 happy points

He refuses to acknowledge that he's jealous. When Tulsi asks him about it, he innocently says that he's just looking out for you and wants to keep you safe!! He is a Good Wholesome Boi!! :3

Tulsi honestly isn't sure whether Sage realizes how transparent he is or not. She ultimately decides he isn't because he's really stupid and stubborn.

His song would be Bad Love by Halsey or Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms

Rime Varela

Okay anon but what if I,, like,,,, like instead of making this about you and Rime (as a traditional M4 post would be) what if I made it about Rime being jealous of you because he still loves Felix?? Cause I could do that. I won't. But I could. Maybe I should.

And in that very particular vein, his song would be When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars

'Oh Oz why don't you do both?' because I don't have enough brain cells to do that!! I'm a chronic idiot!!! Don't expect too much from me, friends, that's the lesson here.

Anyways let's circle back to the actual prompt!!

Between Anisa, Sage, and Rime, I actually can't decide who has the most self-loathing. But I think that it initially comes through the strongest with Rime because at this point (since it's pre-relationship we can assume it's before LoS has announced his re-emergence) he's the only one that knows LoS is alive and planning something.

I'm,, really,,, really upset we're not getting a Rime route. Not even because of the romance but because I want to know more about his (working) relationship with LoS and just,, how that happened. Like did Felix's spell actually work at all or was it entirely just LoS that brought him back? I actually do not know. Maybe it's mentioned in Felix's route but right now I can't remember so like,, I I dunno. Not really the point.

The point I'm making is that not only does Rime have jealousy problems, he also has a lot of self-hatred because he's evil and obviously you deserve better than that so he's like,, not having a great time with these feelings. Especially since his initial thing was like,, killing you?? And then he falls in love with you and it's like Fuck.

Once he accepts that he's in love with you and wants to ask you out then he's punched in the face by the fact that, Oh Yeah, You Have Suitors

I mean,,, i mean,,,,,, didn't dev call Rime a yandere several times before,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and i know i don't really do yandere stuff but like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

*Rime pulls out a knife*

no Rime put it away

*Rime reluctantly puts it away*

Sorry I had to get all 2010s Wattpad for a second there because that's the last time I wrote yandere stuff and Yes, It Was Cringe

Anyways Rime probably does have some passing thoughts of violence but no he's not actually gonna do anything. Maybe I'll do a legitimate yandere thing if someone asks nicely but not today

Rime is just angrily and confusedly vibrating in the corner because What Does He Even Do About This Situation. You guys are supposed to be enemies.

Someone is hitting on you and Rime just casually tells them to Fuck Off Or Perish

That's just his attitude in general

Rime,,, who still has feelings for Felix but also loves you,,, you and Felix are dating,,,,, he doesn't even know who he's more jealous of,,,,,,,,,,,,

Song would be When It Was Me by Paula De Anda

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sk2lton · 3 years ago

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hihi!! Could I request the octavinelle guys + cater with a s/o that’s like..really clumsy to the point where they constantly fall down stairs,trip etc. (totally not because this has been happening to me for the past 3 weeks haha)

oh and more specifically could the s/o be male? ty!!

✿。CLUMSY — ꒰ TWST ꒱

octavinelle trio + cater with a clumsy male s/o.

꒰ note: have a lovely day everyone! ꒱

— warnings/reader: male! reader, mention of bleeding, injuries, and bruising (not graphically described), unedited

— characters: azul, jade, floyd + cater

✿。 azul — he's concerned, to say the least. why wouldn't he be when he leaves you alone for an hour then comes back to see you're all bruised up because you accidentally fell face-first down the stairs? obviously, a guy's gonna worry especially since you're his boyfriend! anybody else? he couldn't care less. but with you, it's different. — he'll try to stick around you more often to prevent your clumsy actions from resulting in an injury or trouble, but he's a busy man so it doesn't work out. he might ask one of the tweels to look out for you when he can't, just to make sure you stay safe.

— although he knows it isn't your fault that you're so clumsy, he can't help but get a little mad whenever your clumsiness results in an injury! he'll be madder at himself than anything because he's supposed to look out for you. he'll scold you for being so careless, but what he really means to say is he's worried that you might get badly hurt one day.

✿。 jade — at first, he chuckles to himself when you trip over seemingly nothing. he tries his best to catch you when you do, and it works out in his favour the majority of the time. he has rather splendid time reaction skills. when it doesn't? he'll help you up and see if you're bleeding or bruised. — when it starts happening more frequently? god, what is he going to do with you? he'll definitely tease you for it, although he's actually slightly worried about it. when walking places, he'll let you grab onto his arm, and sometimes when he's uneasy, he'll grab your hand to make sure you don't fall. — he'll always offer to help you carry something, or whatever it is, because he wants to try his best to prevent any mishaps. like azul, he'll scold you lightly, but in more of a playful and teasing way while he helps patch you up after you accidentally tripped.

✿。 floyd — like his brother, he'll poke fun at you, but ten times more than jade would. despite his constant teasing for your clumsiness, it's all in good fun (for him at least) and whenever you actually get injured, he'll turn serious. — it really brings down his mood whenever he sees your own clumsy hurting you. it's not like there's anything he can really do about it except for gluing you to his hips, but he knows you wouldn't enjoy that. a part of him also finds it cute that you're clumsy, though. he would like playing kinda a knight in shining armor role. — he's the type of boyfriend that would fake trip if you fell in public so you wouldn't feel embarrassed. although it's easy to tell that it was fake due to the fact that he slowly fell to his knees before continuing to fall over. but, the intention is there! even then, which is more distracting, the guy tripping or his boyfriend fake falling behind him in the most artificial way?

✿。 cater — he finds it oddly endearing when you just suddenly almost trip, and he has to grab onto your arm to stop that from happening. he'll playfully scold you, talking about how if you wanted his attention, you already had it! cater probably has the smallest reaction to your clumsiness. he'll just softly chuckle and come to your aid. — he definitely links his arm with yours so that if you go down, he's coming with you. but he sure hopes that you aren't strong enough to bring him down too, but if that happens, he can't complain because he signed himself up for it. — similar to floyd, to save you from the embarrassment or simply the intrusive gaze of others after a clumsy accident, he'll repeat the same incident. except, it's in a much more believable way, and once he's done it, he continues to be rather dramatic about it. then laugh about how others reacted to it with you later.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst hcs #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst cater #twst x reader #male reader

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helloalycia · 4 years ago

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The Wrong Lifetime – One // Wanda Maximoff

story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter two

author’s note: here’s the long-awaited first chapter! i do hope you all enjoy!

Also a quick one – Y/B/N = your brother’s name, Y/M/N = your mother’s name and Y/D/N = your dad’s name

"You move anymore and you're gonna hit a waiter."

I gave my brother a disapproving look as he grinned at my dismay. "Easy for you to say. You're wearing a suit and not a dress that's heavier than your body."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Y/N, you complain too much. Look where we are! You need to learn to enjoy yourself."

Taking a look around the room, I saw a hall filled with people I didn't know mingling with one another. Flutes of champagne were on almost every hand and laughter filled the air as everybody enjoyed their evening, soaking in the luxuries of a ball somebody I didn't know was hosting. Orchestral music was drowned out by conversations and servers moved through the hall like mice, scuttling around and constantly topping up champagne. I wasn't a fan, as usual.

"Are you both ready? Your father is bringing the Maximoffs here any second," my mother's voice grabbed my attention. "Y/N, at least try to look happy to be here."

I forced a smile, making her give me a knowing look before looking to my brother and fixing his tie.

"You both know how important this is," she told us for the millionth time, fussing over my brother's appearance. "They're expecting–"

"Well-behaved, respectful individuals," I finished for her. "We know, mum. You've told us only a gazillion times."

She pressed her lips together, hands on her hips as her eyes fell to me, displeased. "If this engagement is to go as planned, I need you on your best behaviour."

"I'm always on my best behaviour," I reassured her. "But okay. I'll lighten up."

"Thank you," she said with a grateful smile, before glancing over her shoulder. "Okay. Here they come. Smiles, please."

My brother looked to me, showing me his teeth. "Is there anything in my teeth?"

I cracked a smile to make myself feel better. "Gums."

He gave me a disappointed look. "You know men don't like women who are smart arses."

I rolled my eyes at his comment, knowing men didn't like women who didn't like men. But, of course, I didn't say that.

All her and my dad had been talking about for the past few weeks was this engagement. My brother, a very successful author, was to be engaged to his publisher's twin sister, some girl called Wanda. The Maximoffs were an esteemed family and their unification with ours was in everyone's best interests, especially my brother's who was one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.

I didn't know much about the Maximoffs, only that their son and my brother's 'boss', if you will, Pietro, ran a successful publishing house. It had been in their family name since their parents emigrated to England from Sokovia when Pietro and Wanda were children. They'd built themselves up from nothing and were now high members of society, the perfect family to be involved with.

Y/B/N was to be engaged to Wanda, their daughter, since she was getting to that age where they wanted to find someone for her. My brother's name was put into the mix when Pietro recommended him and the rest was history.

Tonight was the first unofficial meeting with them and my mother had been nonstop lecturing me on the dos and don't's of how to act, as if I was a child that couldn’t behave. Of course, it was only a mere greeting. The true engagement was to be proposed tomorrow night, but that didn't matter to my fussy mother who was insistent on making a good impression.

I found myself straightening up and pressing my hands down my dress to rid it of creases as my brother adjusted his blazer. The Maximoffs were being led our way by my father, the four of them all with smiles on their lips and flutes of champagne in their hands.

"Dear, I would like to introduce you to Mr and Mrs Maximoff and their lovely children, Pietro and Wanda," my dad introduced, stopping before us, before looking to the Maximoffs. "This is my family. My wife, Y/M/N, and my children, Y/N and Y/B/N."

"Please, call me Oleg and my wife Iryna," the twins' father, Oleg, said with a kind smile. He held out his hand to my mother, adding, "It's a pleasure, Y/M/N."

They shook hands and then looked to my brother and I, exchanging quick greetings with us. As they were saying something to my brother, probably gushing over his writing as everyone did, I took a look at the quiet twins behind them.

I vaguely recognised the guy and his striking silver hair from my brother's work, knowing he was Pietro. But I'd never seen the girl before and knew immediately that if I had, I wouldn't forget her face. She was stunning, it didn't take a genius to see that. But not the stunning that you glanced once at and forgot about. No, she was the stunning that knocked the breath out of you and made you forget what your name was.

"...lovely to meet you again!" my brother was saying all the right things to impress his soon-to-be in-laws, but it went over me as I found myself unable to tear my gaze from this mystery woman.

Further introductions went on in the background, before the green eyes I was so enthralled with were looking my way, making me blink suddenly. I instantly looked away, afraid I'd been caught, and zoned back into the conversation that was taking place.

"It's great to finally put a name to a face," the girl, Wanda, was saying to my brother with a honey sweet smile and sultry Russian-accented voice, and judging by his expression, he was just as caught up in her beauty as I was. "I look forward to getting to know you more."

"And I you," he returned with his signature grin.

Her eyes fell to mine once again, lips curving into an amused smile. "And of course, Y/B/N's beautiful sister, Y/N. How lucky a man he must be to have a sister as stunning as you."

The others chuckled, clearly taken by Wanda's smooth way with words. In their eyes, it was flattery at its finest. After all, she was to be welcomed into our family and sucking up to the sister was the best way forward. But I guess, I'd like to believe that there was some truth to her words as her entrancing green eyes sparkled with delight.

"You don't need to win over my sister to get on my good side," Y/B/N joked before I could speak, stealing Wanda's attention away momentarily.

She suppressed a laugh, tilting her head as she studied him with an unreadable expression, before looking to me with curious eyes.

"Thank you for your kind words, Wanda," I finally said to her, offering a small smile.

"Anytime," she quipped, biting her lip to contain her smile.

It was oh so wrong of me to even slightly check her out as she did, knowing that it was not only inappropriate since she was to be my brother's bride, but also wrong since she was a girl and I wasn't supposed to do this. A heat crept up neck as I avoided her teasing gaze, wondering if she knew what she was doing or if she was just a naturally flirty person.

"I'm Pietro," her brother spoke, making me look up again. He was directing a charming smile my way as he continued, "It's an honour to finally meet my best author's younger sister."

I put out my hand for him to shake, but he simply grabbed it and pressed a gentle kiss to the top. I flushed at the contact, a nervous smile on my lips.

"Er, it's nice to meet you, too, Pietro," I returned, subtly wiping my hand when he let go of it.

The twins stood side by side, smiling our way, and I realised just why all the chatter in our social circles revolved around them. Charming, distinguished, good-looking – they were the whole package.

Our parents continued to talk, catching up and talking about stuff I didn't care much for. Every now and then, Y/B/N would chime in if a question was directed his way, or Pietro would add his two cents, or Wanda would say something funny, and I would pretend to get along with all of them when I so desperately wished to go home and go to sleep.

Admittedly, my eyes veered over to my soon-to-be sister-in-law every now and then, unable to look away. She was drop dead gorgeous, with bright hazel eyes that looked green like the earth at this moment, and long brown hair that was pulled back out of her face, revealing her charming smile. Sometimes, when she would smile really widely, a dimple would expose itself on her left cheek at the corner of her mouth, and I was sure that nothing else was cuter than that. Y/B/N was one lucky man.

"...would love for you all to come to our home tomorrow evening for dinner," my father was inviting them all over, bringing me back to reality. "It'll be a great way to get to know each other in a more intimate setting. And it'll give the kids a better chance to get to know each other."

Iryna smiled brightly. "We would love to, Y/D/N. Tomorrow evening is great."

"Perfect," my mum said excitedly. "We'll see you all then."

"Do enjoy the rest of your evening," Oleg said, looking to us all, before looking to my brother. "And Y/B/N, it was good to meet you tonight. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow."

"You, too, sir," Y/B/N said, shaking his hand with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Oleg and Iryna gave us all a smile before turning to leave. Pietro and Wanda did the same, though when Wanda's eyes flickered to mine, she waved her fingers slowly and with a playful smile on her lips. My mouth opened slightly, unsure what to do or say, but nobody seemed to notice as she turned and left, leaving me standing there with confusion.

"Well, I think that went well," my mum said, and I tore my gaze from Wanda's retreating form. "Couldn't have gone better actually."

"I agree," my dad said, wrapping an arm around my mum's waist with a smile. "Tomorrow night will be splendid." He looked to Y/B/N. "What did you think of Wanda, son?"

Y/B/N looked like he was on top of the world with his love struck smile and relaxed posture. "She's beautiful. And did you hear that accent? Wonderful."

My mother chuckled. "How sweet. You're already smitten."

"What did you think of her, Y/N?" my brother asked, and all eyes fell to me.

I straightened up. "Oh, I– er– she's very nice. A beautiful young woman."

"Right?" he said in agreement. "I feel like she really likes you, too. How cool is that? You guys can become friends and be, like, close sister-in-laws."

I forced a small smile. "Yeah. Something like that."

Of course, for everyone's benefit, getting along with Wanda Maximoff was the best bet. But something about her was different and I was yet to discover what.

—

The following evening was when we saw the Maximoffs next. As invited, they turned up at our front door dressed less glamorously than last night, given the occasion, but appearing just as excited. Our servants were quick to take their jackets and hang them up elsewhere as we exchanged greetings in the hall.

The Maximoff parents were genuinely kind and humbling people to be around, I'd come to learn that when they thanked our servants for their help and asked them how their day was, making friendly chatter. Not many people did that when entering our home – it was certainly refreshing to see. They greeted Y/B/N and I kindly before moving onto our parents.

The Maximoff children were just as kind, though with a hint of mischief in their stride as they moved to greet my brother and I. Pietro approached me first, lips pulling into a smile as he bowed playfully. In the corner of my eye, I could see Wanda and Y/B/N exchanging greetings.

"It's a pleasure to be in your presence yet again, Y/N," Pietro said generously. "You look lovely this evening."

A smile appeared on my lips at his kind eyes. "Thank you, Pietro. You look very handsome this evening also."

"Apparently it's lamb for dinner, is that true?" he asked, taking me by surprise. I wasn't sure if he was serious, but when his sister slapped him on the arm, I figured he was.

"Don't be greedy, Piet," she scolded him like this was a regular thing.

"What? It was a simple question," he said with a shrug, before looking to my brother with a grin. "Ah, Y/B/N Y/L/N, my favourite writer."

As he moved over to greet him, Wanda looked over to me with a knowing smile.

"It's good to see you again," she said softly, maintaining eye contact.

"You, too," I played along with whatever was happening, the usual script at a time like this. "I'm sure tonight will be something special for you and my brother. It's good to have you here."

She tilted her head intimidatingly. "Bol'shoye tebe spasibo."

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued by her ability to change languages so smoothly. Though, it made sense since she was Sokovian, making Russian her first language. Didn't make it any easier to not be attracted to though.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. disguising my attraction with genuine confusion. "What does that mean?"

She smiled, a hint of smugness present as she answered, "Thank you very much. That's what it means."

I pressed my lips together, humming in response. She held my gaze for a second longer than usual and I wanted to look away, but I was drawn in by the beautiful golden flecks swirled into her irises, captivating and chilling all at once. She didn't seem uncomfortable with the eye contact, instead revelling in it with a content smirk when she saw me squirm. I ended up looking away first, unable to hold a pretty girl's gaze for more than a few seconds without panicking.

"I have something to show you!" my brother was saying excitedly to Pietro. "It's in my study, c'mon."

The two of them wandered off before my mum could stop them.

"Don't be too long, boys!" she called after them, before sighing and looking to Wanda and I. "Y/N, dear, why don't you show Wanda around upstairs, maybe? Hopefully the boys should be back after that and we can all eat dinner together."

I swallowed hard, glancing at a still-smirking Wanda, before looking back to my mum. "Erm, are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, go on, it'll give you ladies a chance to get to know each other better!" she insisted, before ushering me away. "Don't take too long though. Dinner will be ready soon."

Licking my lips nervously, I nodded, watching my mum return to the conversation my dad and Wanda's parents were having. They were led into the living room as Wanda and I were left standing in the hall, her waiting for me to say something.

"This way, I guess," I got out awkwardly, purposely avoiding her eyes as I motioned to the grand staircase.

"After you," she said politely, and I said nothing as I took the lead.

I ended up showing her around the upstairs rooms, including the library we had and the many guest rooms. It was a big home with lots to show for it, so the tour wasn't too boring.

Wanda stayed quiet throughout it, sometimes dropping in a comment or question every now and then, but otherwise listening intently as I explained everything as interestingly as I could. When she did speak, she would leave me fumbling for words or forgetting how to speak altogether. I wondered if she was teasing me on purpose, wanting to get a rise out of her soon-to-be sister-in-law, or if she just wasn't aware of what she was doing.

But every time her mischievous gaze fell to me with a matching smile, I knew that she had to be aware of her actions. Nobody was that teasing without wanting to be. So, that led me to my next question. Why?

Eventually, the last room on the tour was my bedroom. I stepped inside first, holding the door open for her as she followed after and looked around with amusement.

"This is your room," she stated, feet taking her further inside as she took in the appearance of my desk, my bed and my wardrobe. "Fascinating."

I was curious to know what she meant by that, but realising that this woman was an enigma in more ways than one, I knew she wouldn't give me a straight answer. So, I said nothing as I followed after her, remaining close as she soaked in my belongings.

Stopping at my desk, her eyes gazed over the papers spilling from closed notebooks, books marked with string and pens littered across the wood. Thankfully, nothing was open and she didn't seem to be the nosy type, so had no intention of going through anything.

"I see you like writing," she noticed, fingers hovering above the notebooks but not quite making a move to touch them. "Runs in the family, doesn't it?"

"I guess," I said, unsure what she wanted to hear.

She looked up at me, smile tugging at her lips. The same damned smile that had been directed at me since she got here.

"Do you write like your brother?"

I tried not to laugh. "More like he writes like me."

She watched me closely, amusement dancing in her eyes. "He's the author in the family."

I mirrored her smile, though mine was fake. "Published author, love. Doesn't make him the only one."

A chuckle flew from her lips as she looked across my messy desk again, clearly not offended by the hint of annoyance in my voice. I shouldn't have been so offended by her words – she didn't know anything about me – but it always ground my gears when people stuck up for Y/B/N like he was God's gift.

"Do you write?" I asked, half interested and half wanting to change the subject. The least I could do was try to get to know her a little better.

"I prefer painting," she answered without mischief. "It's my favourite thing to do."

Her eyes lit up at the mere mention of art, but she did a good job at reigning it in. She was still studying the books on my desk, distracting herself with the spines instead of facing me.

"And what do you like to paint?" I asked, genuinely interested now that I was beginning to see her actually fond of something that didn't involve making me flustered.

She shrugged, but I knew it was a pretence. "Scenery. Landscapes. We have a beautiful garden at home and it's a pleasure to paint." She finally met my eyes again, a smile of adoration on her lips as she continued talking about the garden. "The flowers, the trees, the little pond we have. It's the perfect subject."

The smile that appeared on my lips was automatic as her passion for her hobby was contagious. The way her whole face lit up, eyes bright with excitement and lips unable to do anything but smile, was intoxicating and I tried not to get lost in the moment. It was true though, what people said. Nobody looked more beautiful than when talking about something they loved.

"I’d love to see your work sometime," I told her earnestly.

Playfulness returning, she hummed in agreement. "Only if I can see yours."

I laughed, looking down at my shoes. "Maybe not."

"Well, that's a shame," she said, still playful, though when I looked up, I almost believed her.

She did that thing again, where she stared at me and held my gaze as if reading my innermost private thoughts. Intimidating wasn't the word, yet it was the only one in my mind as I watched her attempt to decipher me. Clearing my throat, I looked away, suddenly aware of how close she was stood.

"So, my brother," I changed the subject yet again, noticing the entertained expression she wore. "You like him?"

"We are to be engaged, are we not?" she asked with a quirked brow, like the answer was obvious.

I hid the smile from my lips. "That's not what I asked, love."

She licked her lips, pursing them as she saw what I was trying to do. My eyes were immediately drawn to her mouth as she did, and I almost forgot to look away until she started speaking again.

"My parents arranged this," she admitted, not losing composure. "Y/B/N is a gentleman and he seems like a kind man."

I noticed how she still avoided answering the question, but decided not to say anything about it. My eyes studied her curiously though, wondering why exactly she'd agreed to the marriage then. Maybe it was a sense of duty, like every woman had nowadays. Eventually my time would come too and maybe I would be stuck in the same position as her.

"I adore his writing though," she added, like she needed to say something genuine to make up for her lack of answer.

"You and every other woman in the city," I mumbled knowingly.

Wanda let out a breathy laugh. "I'm aware of his many admirers, yes, but can you blame them? He has such a fantastic way with words. And don't get me started on that first piece he ever wrote..." Her eyes rolled back with satisfaction. "It's my favourite. I had no idea who he was back then, but the words he wrote were enough to make me fall in love. I guess it's convenient that my new husband is to be your brother, the author."

I crossed my arms as I leaned against the desk, trying not to break out into laughter. Not because of Wanda's words – they were actually quite sweet – but because of the whole situation. It was hilarious to me, since I was the reason Y/B/N got his big break as a writer anyway.

Following in our father's footsteps, Y/B/N wrote manuscript after manuscript with hopes of getting published. But unfortunately, he never got anywhere with it. I was also a writer, having been taught by my father like Y/B/N when I was a young girl, but unlike him, I was told to stop when I got older because it was 'unladylike' and 'not a woman's place'. That didn't stop me however, and I continued to write like no tomorrow.

Y/B/N's big break, and the first manuscript of his that got published by Pietro – ironically the one that Wanda was discussing right now – was written by me. I gave it to my brother, hoping he could get inspiration. He ended up sending that in and getting signed because of my work. And even now, I occasionally helped him work on pieces that otherwise wouldn't see the light of day.

But nobody wanted to hear about the young, unmarried woman who writes about other women like they are God's best creation. So, Y/B/N keeps the fame and credit whilst I write in private, unable to share any of my work with the world unless it's in excerpts of my brother's books with his name on the front cover.

"That first piece was pretty good, wasn't it?" I played along with Wanda's words, a hint of bitterness in my tone of voice.

Wanda studied me up and down, teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, milaya."

I hummed in acknowledgement, feigning a smile in response, though I wasn't sure what that last word meant. Probably another Russian term she was using to throw me off. Of course she'd assume I was jealous of my brother's recognition. She didn't know the truth and she never could. She was also to marry my brother, the perfect author, soon; my bitter state was merely a jealous sibling and maybe it was easier to let her think that way.

"Dinner should be ready now," I told her, straightening up. "Let's head down."

She followed after me and I said nothing else as I led her back downstairs, trying not to think about how much of an ego-boost this dinner would be for my brother.

There was nothing better than hearing everyone gush over the work your brother took credit for that you actually did, right?

"Ah, ladies, perfect timing!" said my mum when we reached the dining room where everyone was taking their seats. "Please, sit and we can get started. It's a lovely roast from the kitchen tonight."

As I made my way to my usual seat opposite my brother, I saw Pietro fist-pump the air at the mention of the lamb roast, making Wanda roll her eyes and me smile at his action. Y//B/N took his seat and Wanda's parents seemed to take the two chairs beside him already. My parents took to each end of the table, leaving the Maximoff twins no choice but to sit beside me. I sat at the same spot as usual, at the edge of the table so my left-handed self wouldn't bother whoever was sat beside me, and take a lucky guess to who sat on my right.

"Wanda, dear, how was your tour?" my mum asked her as she got comfortable beside me, leg and shoulder almost touching mine and making me both nervous and disgruntled.

With a grin wide enough to impress my mother, she answered, "It was great. You have a beautiful home, Mrs Y/L/N. And Y/N was a lovely host."

At that last comment, I felt her eyes glance towards me and I wondered if she was having fun making me squirm because I knew for sure that I was anything but a lovely host.

"That's reassuring to hear," my mother responded as the food was brought out and placed in the centre of the table. She seemed like she was joking, but I knew she was just glad I'd been on my best behaviour. "And please, call me Y/M/N."

Wanda nodded gratefully as my dad began to cut into the roast. Food was served up and drinks were poured as everybody began to dig in. The Maximoffs sent their compliments to the chef, admired our home and were the perfect guests, just as they were expected to be. My family complimented Wanda and Pietro's manners, talked about how business was going and laughed at every joke Oleg and Iryna uttered, just as they were expected to be. It really was a picture-perfect scene and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Okay, maybe I was acting a little cynical. The Maximoffs weren't that bad, at least not as bad I'd assumed they would be compared to my parents' other friends. They were down-to-Earth and humbled people, a welcoming change from the usual. I just hated forced dinners and being scrutinised under my mother's eyes to behave, hence the clipped attitude.

And just on cue, the topic steered towards something lovely.

"We can't forget to talk about Y/B/N, bestselling author over here!" Oleg beamed, motioning to my brother. "I have to admit, son, I'm amazed at your writing. You clearly have your father's talent."

My brother smiled bashfully as I watched on with narrowed eyes and a tight grip on my fork.

"You flatter me," he said, but Iryna shook her head.

"I have to agree with my husband here, Y/B/N," she said. "Your writing is superb. Pietro, obviously, loves it, and Wanda is a huge fan, too."

At this, my brother glanced towards Wanda with excited eyes and she merely smiled and looked elsewhere, either embarrassed to be mentioned or playing coy. Rolling my eyes came naturally at this point.

"Tell me, how did you think of what to write for that first book?" Iryna asked with intrigue. "It was my favourite one."

Ah, yes, the first book. Apparently everyone's favourite one.

"Oh, it's best not to bring all that up–"

"I'd actually like to know, too," Wanda cut him off, her curiosity getting the better of her as she leaned forward onto the palm of her hand and watched him under long eyelashes.

I couldn't keep the smile of delight from my face as I too leaned forward curiously, eyeing my brother. "Yes, dear, brother. Please, do tell us of how you came to write such an honest, heartfelt first book."

At this, I felt both my parents send me a warning look as they knew the truth. But neither of the Maximoffs noticed as their attention was solely on my brother.

Luckily for him, he was a great liar and he smiled his charming smile and nodded, looking between the four guests.

"I guess it started after my third failed manuscript," he began, very believably. "I realised that there was something missing from my pages. Something real and genuine. Something that would appeal to my readers and make them question just how much they were appreciating their partner, you know?"

As he rambled off into another literary spout of nonsense, my smile faded and I gritted my teeth, wondering how he'd gotten so good at lying without giving away a sliver of pretence. The Maximoffs were hanging onto his every word, fascinated by the mind of a writer. I tried not to let it get to me as he butchered the meaning behind everything I had written in that first novel. Some things were better left unsaid.

When he finished, questions were fired his way and my parents watched on with pride in their eyes, as he answered them with ease. I chose to stay quiet, as usual, letting him soak in the credit for something he didn't do.

"And what do you think, Y/N?" Wanda's voice included me in the conversation, and everybody's eyes fell to me. I was only looking at her as her lips were pulled into a wide, suggestive smile and she continued, "How is it being the sister of one of today's bestselling authors?"

The usual forced smile that accompanied my lips whenever talking about Y/B/N because present, but my eyes were questioning Wanda's as she was clearly trying to get a rise out of me yet again, especially now that she assumed I was jealous of her husband-to-be's fame. Her stupid beautiful smile and stupid pretty eyes and stupid attractive accent were all taunting me.

"It makes me proud to know that he's come so far from when we were younger," I said, and though I was irritated by the way it had happened, my words weren't entirely false. "He's a talented man and he clearly has a way with words. What more is there to say?"

The elders seemed touched by my words and when I looked over the table to meet my brother's gaze, I saw the gratitude in his expression, hiding behind his smile and reserved for me. I nodded subtly, letting him know I was happy to keep his secret as long as he wished, just like we'd agreed.

Chatter and compliments soon turned to the real reason for our presence – the engagement. I tucked into my dessert as I let them talk about dates for the engagement party, logistics for guests and all the other details I could care less about. Only when my brother mentioned my name did I look up, surprised to see all eyes on me yet again.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked politely, glancing around.

"Y/N, honey, lay off the chocolate cake, will you?" my mum said with a smile that I knew was code for 'put the bloody fork down'.

I forced a smile of my own as I lowered my fork and sat up straight, very ladylike, and looked to my brother.

"I was saying how I'll be sure to pick a beautiful engagement ring for Wanda here," he no-doubt repeated for my sake. "And maybe you could help me choose, to make sure it's something she may like."

A genuine sarcastic smile broke out on my lips, though not because I was interested in ring shopping with my brother. I knew absolutely nothing about dear Wanda or her taste in jewellery, but a woman was to do what she was best at – shopping! So, without sharing my true thoughts on the situation, I nodded respectfully and hummed in agreement.

"Of course," I said what everybody wanted to hear. "I'm sure we can find something to suit Wanda's taste."

Everybody resumed chatter about the wedding as I sighed quietly and got back to my cake. My right hand rested by my side and I jumped, startled when I made contact with Wanda's fingers.

"Sorry," I apologised, moving my hand a little from hers but keeping it there. "Left-handed an' all. I tend to forget."

Green eyes pierced through me with a matching sly smile. "No problem, milaya."

Again with the 'milaya' talk – what did that even mean? I returned the awkward smile as I continued eating, but I didn't fail to notice the way her hand would brush against mine throughout the rest of the meal.

Either by accident or on purpose, I'd never know, but I had my suspicions.

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ginjithewanderer · 2 years ago

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[Homare Arisugawa] Emotional Orange SSR — Backstage — Poolside Memory — Part 2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Thank you Rina for the raws!

Translation under the cut

Izumi: It's a travel magazine.

Azuma: I read that magazine from time to time, too. Their articles are very tasteful.

Guy: Are you going on a trip somewhere?

Homare: Yes, actually—

Hisoka: ... Arisu, we're out of marshmallows.

Homare: Have you already eaten my backup supply!?

Tsumugi: We're back.

Azuma: Tsumugi, Tasuku, welcome home. Were you out doing street acts again?

Tasuku: Yeah. ... That said, how come you're all gathered here?

Homare: Ah, actually, I was planning on taking a solo trip. I was just looking at a few things in this travel magazine.

Tsumugi: Ooh, how nice.

Hisoka: ... Get me lots of marshmallows.

Azuma: Hehe, he's like a cat you're leaving behind to watch the house.

Guy: Have you found any nice locations?

Homare: Yes, I thought this hot spring resort seemed nice, but...

Tsumugi: Oh, they talked about this resort on TV a while ago. Apparently the inn is making a buzz lately because it was done by a famous interior designer.

Tasuku: Well, popular inns like this one are definitely completely full around this time of year, though, right?

Homare: Yes, that is true. Of course this summer will be-

Azuma: Huh, this rental vacation home is...

Izumi: Do you know it, Azuma-san?

Azuma: ... Just as I thought. The owner of the vacation home on this page is an acquaintance of mine.

Azuma: Just the other day, they posted on Inste saying a reservation had been canceled, so...

Azuma: Should I ask them if it's still available?

Homare: I appreciate the offer, but it's much too big for just one person.

Azuma: Then, why don't we all go?

Homare: What if our schedules don't align and we can't go to the resort pool!?

Tsumugi: ... Mine is flexible around this time.

Tasuku: I'll be free after a performance, too.

Guy: Mikage and I can coordinate something around this time as well.

Homare: And so the tables have turned completely.

Azuma: What will you do? If you do want to travel alone, you can just say so.

Homare: ... Naturally, I've decided we should go. Let's all make unforgettable summer memories together!

Azuma: I'll contact them, then.

Tsumugi: How will we get there?

Tasuku: The car should be good...

Homare: ... I thought I would have to wait until next year again, but I see I was too hasty with that.

Izumi: (Hehe, Homare-san seems happy.)

Izumi: It's great that you get to go with everyone, isn't it?

Homare: Indeed. You'll be going, too, of course?

Izumi: ... Yes. Please let me join you!

Izumi: Wow, this is beautiful...!

Tsumugi: I love how spacious it is.

Hisoka: It's nice and cool here...

Homare: It really is splendid! I'm already feeling poetic inspiration welling up inside me!

Tasuku: Why don't you give your poetry a rest, just for today?

Izumi: What should we do for dinner?

Azuma: It looks like the owner filled the fridge with all sorts of ingredients.

Guy: ... With all this, we can make anything we want.

Tasuku: How about a BBQ then?

Izumi: Since you even brought me along with you, I'll take charge of cooking!

Hisoka: ... We'll just be having curry again.

Tasuku: No doubt about it.

Izumi: Is there something wrong with that!?

Tasuku: That way, it'll be more of a camping trip than a BBQ.

Homare: Since we're here, why don't we each prepare one dish?

Homare: After we've finished, whoever's cooking we decide is the worst will have to play a punishment game.

Guy: There aren't many difficult dishes to make at a BBQ, but that sounds good.

Tsumugi: That sounds fun.

Azuma: I don't mind it, either.

Homare: It's decided, then!

Homare: We're free to do whatever we want until dinnertime, so let's think about what to make at the BBQ.

Guy: Understood.

Izumi: Whoa! There's a pool in the garden!

Tasuku: Huh, it's big. Should we get in soon?

Azuma: I'll hold back on that.

Hisoka: Me, too. Changing clothes is a pain.

Homare: Unfortunately, I didn't bring my swimsuit. I'll pass my time relaxing with a book.

Tasuku: ... Then why did you choose one with a pool?

Tsumugi: Ahaha... there, there.

Part 3

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hereforhalstead · 3 years ago

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Showtime - Part 2

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Part 2!

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary: Part 2 of being undercover with Adam, despite being in a secret relationship with Jay. You can find Part 1 here..

• Words: 2353

• A/N : Part 3 coming shortly as I know not much happened here but needed a filler! Also, kind of wish I had wrote this as being undercover with Kevin as that man really doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, but I got inspo when Hailey was undercover with Adam so will have to be one for next time!

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“What’s the hold up?” you jump as Voight’s rough voice booms from behind you “The mic was playing up so just had to get it fixed, Sarge” Jay responds for the pair of you as you nod in agreement “Right well let’s get going. Jay you’re with Kim and Y/N, Adam is waiting for you in the car outside. Let’s move” he instructs before stomping past you, leaving you and Jay stood in an awkward silence “Good luck” he sarcastically offers with a grin on his face, you find his confidence amusing considering the night he is in for but decide to go along with his humor “Thanks baby, but I don’t need luck”.

“Sarge, we need a code word to listen out for” Hailey speaks across the radio, you pick up the one hidden under Adam’s seat to respond “Mocktail”. Adam looks at you with his bottom lip out and nods “Hey, that’s a good one” he reassures and you place the back of your hand under your chin to gloat “thank you, thank you”.

As you approach the club, Voight pulls over into a nearby road to hang back and is soon followed by Jay pulling up behind him to park his truck “You head inside, I’ll leave it a few minutes and follow you in” he directs to Kim who tousles her hair before walking off. Adam stops the car next to Voight’s and you wind your window down to allow him to speak “Jay and Kim will be close by and Kev, Hailey and I will be listening in. Any sign of trouble and you get out or say the word and we will be there” he orders and you can feel Jay staring at you from the other side of Voight “Don’t leave her alone in there, can’t be bothered going through the process of getting another partner” he confesses to Adam with a chuckle, Voight glances at him with a stern look on your behalf “Are you still here?” he asks and you try to hide the smile that is spreading on your face at the change in Jay’s confidence “I’m going” he huffs and exits the car.

Adam drives slowly alongside Jay as he traipses along the side walk, still with the window wound down Adam leans across to speak out of your window “Make mine a double water with a side of Lemon, will you?” he grins but Jay isn’t entertained “Careful or I’ll replace it with worse” he threatens back with a sarcastic smile “No tip for you then” Adam tuts before putting his foot down to speed towards the club “Who’s pissed him off?” he questions but you choose not to answer.

You watch as Jay walks in the back entrance, giving you a look over his shoulder before heading in. Adam hands the keys over to the valet before giving him some speech about how expensive the car is and if there is so much as a scratch he will make him pay for it, how easily he slips into this kind of character is honestly baffling.. The poor man reassures Adam and drives to park the car, Adam turns to you and naturally slings his arm round your waist and settles his hand at the base of your spine to direct you. “You good?” he whispers in your ear and you nod “If you want to leave, just put your hand on my knee and I’ll make an excuse.” he calmly offers and it instantly helps calm any nerves you had, you had been undercover in clubs a few times but not with a group quite this dangerous so it would’ve been strange if you weren’t a bit on edge.

Your eyes instantly fix onto Jay who is stood behind the bar, pouring a drink and handing it to Kim. You’re not shocked to find he is already looking at you, slight worry in his eye as he chews the inside of his lip. One of his classic go to when he is anxious, you thought you were going straight to VIP but one of the men approach you and Adam first. Out of no where, a tall man in a black suit stands closely to Adam and that’s when you realise his ear piece and mic pinned to the collar of his shirt “Dan and Alice?” he asks and Adam is quick to offer his hand out to the man “that’s us, sir”. The man glances down to Adam’s hand but then ignores it, Adam returns his hand onto the small of your back with a grunt so quiet that only you could hear it. “This way, you’re late and they’re waiting for you”. He extends his arm to direct you to the VIP area “All due respect, they’re waiting on our money so we’re not in a rush” Adam jokes but the man remains stern “That’s quite the attitude you got there, he always like this sweetie?” he aims the conversation to you and you roll your eyes “Only when he doesn’t get what he wants, doesn’t happen often” you wink and notice the corners of his mouth flicker into a smile briefly before falling back to the scowl “Let’s get on with this then.” he walks round behind the pair of you, forcing you to walk ahead “What a nice guy” Adam mumbles to you, causing you to nudge his chest with your elbow as a warning “You deserved that” a voice speaks from behind you, a reminder he was hot on your heels and could hear everything you were saying “If you’ve got any other sarky comments, I suggest you get them out now because they’re not as forgiving”.

***

What seemed like a few hours had gone by and you well and truly felt like a spare part, sat on Adam’s lap as a mere trophy to impress the others. Joining in the conversation every now and then but apart from that, you remained quiet to offer a smile or the occasional sympathetic laugh. “You wouldn’t mind going to grab us some drinks, darlin’?” one of the men leans forward to you and hands you his empty glass. You don’t accept his gesture as you leave the glass in his hand and don’t make any effort to move “Isn’t that what the staff are for? Shit VIP area if you have to get your own drinks” you scoff and run your fingers through Adam’s hair “Be a good girl and run along, the men have some business to discuss” he winks and you instantly feel you could vomit. “Just grab us a bottle off the top shelf and some glasses, isn’t hard” Adam stares down the man before he taps your leg and places a kiss to your shoulder��“Won’t be long baby, you might find some friends at the bar” you grimace a smile at him and huff as you stand from his lap, ensuring you pull down your dress to have some attempt in covering your ass as you head down the stairs.

Jay already has his eyes on you as you scan over to the bar, taking a mental note of where Kim’s stood and making your way over to her. You lean forward on the bar to Jay, knowing full well your chest is very much extenuated as he struggles to keep his eyes up “A bottle of your finest whiskey and 5 glasses, we’re in VIP so you can just bring them over. Thanks” you demand and hold up the VIP card you had been given to add to the tab.

“Doesn’t work that way angel, you take your own drinks. I’m not a server” Jay is quick to hit back, clearly enjoying his new role “Whatever, just get me the bottle and a shot of vodka” you put the card on his side of the bar and turn to lean your back on the bar and look towards Adam.

“Everything alright?” Kim quietly asks from beside you as Jay places the shot on the bar, you pick it up as quick as it is put down and drink it in one “Splendid”.

“Are you gonna take this, or?” Jay pipes up from behind you, you turn to look at him and he truly is a sight. Bar towel slung over his shoulder, shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a slight glisten on his skin “No you’re gonna bring it for me.” you smile and strut away from the bar. Jay looks over to Kim who tries to hide her smile in her hand as he rolls his eyes “Voight, never give her this role again. She’s relishing in it far too much” Jay grumbles into the microphone hidden in his collar, Kim is quick to speak back before Jay can walk away “Don’t listen to him Sarge, I think he’s secretly enjoying seeing her in a short dress and heels”.

You can sense Jay watching intently as you make your way up the stairs in front of him, only urging you to swing your hips more with every step. You reach the top and situate yourself next to Adam at the table, Jay makes no delay to turn his attention back onto the drinks and you laugh to yourself at how obvious you found it to be. “Just there is fine, thanks pretty boy” you wink at Jay who grins down at you “Pretty boy?” the tall man, you soon learn to be named Eric questions “You better watch out, he might have her off you” he raises his brows as he drinks “No chance mate, she ain’t going anywhere” Adam runs his hand up and down your leg, stopping at the hem of your dress.

“Besides, she ain’t gonna go for him. Look at him, a server at a bar isn’t exactly who you want to be with is it?” Adam chuckles and you feel your stomach pull, even knowing Adam was only speaking in his character it still didn’t sit right with you that he was saying those things about Jay “I don’t know, he’s pretty cute” you hit back as Jay stands awkwardly, still pouring the liquid into cold glasses in front of you. Adam runs his hand along his jawline and huffs in a laugh before wrapping his arm round you and pulling you onto his lap and away from Jay “We can pour our own drinks, you can go now”” he adds and Jay nods “have a nice night”.

His eyes linger on you for a split second before heading back down the stairs to the bar, you could tell he was pissed off just by the way his shoulders were tight and his back was straight as he returns to the bar. You turn your attention back to the group of men, one of which was staring at you far too hungrily which you tried to avoid but couldn’t for much longer as he placed himself next to you on the leather sofa “Mind if I have 5 minutes with your girl? I’ll get her out the way while you all settle up” The man asks and you grip onto Adam’s sholder, hoping he would get the hint of how you didn’t want him to agree “Think I’ll keep her with me if that’s alright, don’t want her causing trouble” Adam jokes but Eric clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer “Come on sweetie, just a bit of fresh air is all. Won’t be long”. You could tell he wasn’t going to let up so patted Adam on the chest and gave him a reassuring smile “I’m sure I’ll be fine”.

You yet again made your way down the stairs, followed closely by Eric who was quick to place his hand at the nape of your neck to guide you towards the exit. You walked past the bar and Jay looked concerned, followed by a scowl on Kim’s face as she watched you get rushed past “Sarge, Y/N is being led out by a white male. 6′4, black hair with a white shirt. She doesn’t exactly look happy about it”. Kim speaks into her microphone and not second goes by before Jay chimes in “Want me to follow?” he asks but Voight doesn’t respond.

“We haven’t got eyes, they came out but have gone round the back. It’d be too obvious for us to move but I can follow on foot?” Hailey speaks over the radio, Jay looks at Kim with a panic as silence is still coming from Voight “Sarge, we need answer” Kevin adds but still nothing “I’m going after them” Jay huffs and slams a glass onto the bar “No, leave her for a few minutes. She will be fine” Voight’s voice finally emerges but Jay isn’t happy “Are you serious? Some guy has taken her out of sight are you’re happy to sit back and do nothing?” he spits back, standing with his back to the club to avoid raising suspicion “All change to channel 5, you’ll be able to listen into her microphone and then we can decide when to move in” Voight demands as Jay and Kim switch their devices as instructed “Is he fucking serious? If something happens to her I’ll-” Jay leans forward, onto the bar near Kim. “Can still hear you, Halstead” Voight interrupts over the radio and Jay scoffs “Good.”

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nanathebb · 4 years ago

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You deserve love

A/N: Hi guys! This is the first time I’m posting on Tumblr, so I’m still figuring everything out 😁 Feedback is always appreciated, and requests are open (my dms too if you wanna be friends 🤗) Let me know if I should add warnings, enjoy!

Natasha believed she didn’t deserve love. It was just like that. Because of her past, the bad things she had done, she didn’t deserve to be loved. She didn’t deserve to have someone who cared about her, in more than a platonic way. She had killed, she had tortured, she had done bad things.

Why would she deserve love? There were good people in this world, genuine people. People rescuing abandoned animals, giving food to others living in the streets, or even helping move in their neighbors. She could see people giving random acts of kindness, but she couldn’t see it in herself. As she helped Peter with his homework, gave a hand to Wanda for the food, or saving the world. She thought she wasn’t kind, she wasn’t nice, she was just trying to make up for all the bad she had done. But all of the saving in the world, wouldn’t make her better in her eyes.

Those thoughts occurred in her mind most of the days. Even now, as she bumps into a complete stranger, pouring her coffee all over them, making them gasp.

Well, how cliche, she thought.

“I am so sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.” Natasha starts to apologize as she looks up at the stranger in front of her.

“It’s really no problem, it’s just really hot, gosh.” The stranger replies as she tries to tug her shirt away from her as best as she can, keeping the hot liquid off her body.

Natasha glances down to the girl's chest, seeing the white fabric clinging to her body.

Even more cliche, she told herself.

She looked back up at the woman's face, taking a second to study her face. Her nose was scrunched up as she kept looking down at her white shirt, now stained with Natasha's coffee. She looked up at Natasha, smiling softly. Natasha could tell she was a good person. She was carrying some grocery bags, making the redhead wonder how she was not struggling. Her smile was genuine, she wasn't mad at the redhead for spilling her coffee on her, she seemed so relaxed, so happy. Natasha envied that. The redhead smiled a little. She had seen people angry for far less than that.

“It's really no big deal, I was on my way home anyway.” The stranger says with a warm smile.

“Oh please, I just ruined your shirt, let me repay you in any way I can.” The spy replies, smiling a little bigger, feeling bad for what happened.

“Well, I live down the street, some help would be nice.” The woman said motioning to the grocery bags. Natasha immediately reached for two of the bags, grabbing them.

“Of course, I'll carry them to your place, it's the least I can do.”

The woman sends a warm smile towards Natasha, as they both start walking down the street. The stranger is the first to break the silence "So what's the name of the redhead who likes to spill coffee on strangers?" she says, making Natasha chuckle slightly, catching her off guard. She wasn't expecting the comment, neither the question. She assumed the woman would recognize her, but it felt strangely comforting knowing she didn’t.

"The name is Natasha. What's the name of the stranger who carries grocery bags almost bigger than her.” The redhead replies with a small smirk, earning a small giggle from the stranger.

"I'm Y/N. My family is coming for lunch later, and I love to cook.” She replies with a smile. She loves her family the redhead thinks.

If they are as nice as her I understand why, she thinks to herself.

"What were you thinking that was so important you didn't see me?" She asks gently, making conversation. The redhead wonders if she should tell her.

"I was thinking about how much I don't deserve love." She spills, without thinking twice.

The woman beside her stops, turning towards the spy. She stares at her for a few seconds, looking deep in thoughts, squinting her eyes. And she starts to walk again, looking in front of her.

"Why would you think that?" She asks the assassin softly, not imagining all of the things the redhead had to do to survive. The redhead thinks, not wanting to reveal herself completely, and all the bad things she did.

"I did some bad things, in the past. I don't think someone who did what I did should be loved by anyone." The Russian spy replies, revealing her daily thoughts to the woman she just met.

The beautiful woman beside her keeps walking in silence, looking ahead of her.

"I think everyone deserves to be loved. Everyone should receive acts of love and kindness. Whether it's having someone by your side every day, or just receiving a smile in the street. Everyone deserves it at some point." The woman says after some time, surprising the redhead with the angelic words she just pronounced.

Before the Russian spy can think of anything to reply, the woman continues "We all do bad things, whether it is something terrible, or something just crappy. But there is always a context, it's not always directly your fault." The stranger finishes.

A context. There is always a context. Natasha was aware of it, she knew she wasn't acting on her own, but she still did those things. Even with a gun pointed at her head, she did those things. She could have said no, and die, instead of killing.

She killed to survive. Like everyone here, she was trying to survive, in her own way.

She looks at the woman offering her a warm smile, as they stop in front of her house. She is however unable to return it, her mind completely frozen. The woman she met a few minutes ago grabs the grocery bags, after opening her front door, telling the redhead she will be back in a second. Natasha waits by the door, still thinking about what the other woman had said. How could someone think so purely? How can someone see beauty when there is none?

She's fascinating, the redhead thinks to herself.

The H/C woman returns, a soft smile planted on her beautiful lips, as she holds a rose enveloped in a piece of paper.

“You’re a beautiful woman Natasha, I’m sure you already know. I don’t know what you did, but the fact you still think about it, shows you care. It shows it affects you.” The woman says as she looks the redhead in the eyes. “Whatever you did, you need to forgive yourself, because you deserve to be loved.” The woman finishes with a soft smile playing on her lips. She hands the rose to the spy, the piece of paper wrapped around it.

Natasha glances down at the beautiful flower in her hands, admiring it.

“A flower with thorns can become something splendid. And someone with a dark past can shine in the future.” The woman tells Natasha, smiling still. Natasha stares at her, mouth slightly open, not knowing what to say.

“You’re breathtaking.” The superhero says in a breath, completely overwhelmed at the thought of the woman she just met. The kind woman chuckles, her lips painted with a smile, again. “There’s my number on the paper, in case you need a reminder you deserve love.” She says, closing her front door as she says goodbye, leaving the redhead outside alone.

And for the first time in a long time, Natasha believes that maybe, maybe, she deserves love.

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