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[propertykumbh]

Commercial Property for Sale in Noida

Commercial Property for Sale in Noida: Retail Shops, Pent Suites, Entertainment Zones & Food Courts

Noida has quickly transformed into a vibrant business hub, making it a prime location for commercial property investments. The city offers a wide range of commercial spaces, including retail shops, pent suites, entertainment zones, and food courts, catering to the diverse needs of businesses. These spaces are not only designed to enhance customer experiences but also to generate high returns on investment for business owners and investors.

Why Invest in Commercial Property in Noida?

Investing in commercial property in Noida comes with numerous advantages, including its strategic location, world-class infrastructure, and rapidly expanding business environment. Whether you're looking to open a retail store, operate a pent suite, or run a food court, Noida has the potential to help your business flourish.

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1. Retail Shops

Retail spaces in Noida are in high demand, especially in areas like Sector 18, Sector 62, and Noida Extension. These areas attract a large number of customers due to their proximity to major residential areas and easy access via metro and expressways. Whether you want to establish a boutique, electronics store, or supermarket, Noida offers premium retail shops in high-traffic locations, ensuring steady footfall.

2. Pent Suites

Noida is also home to luxury pent suites, which are designed to offer an elevated business experience. These suites cater to corporate clients and high-end businesses looking for premium office spaces with high-end amenities. Pent suites in areas like Sector 150 and Sector 132 are strategically located to offer privacy while maintaining proximity to business hubs, making them perfect for exclusive office setups or executive stays.

3. Entertainment Zones

Entertainment zones are rapidly becoming a crucial part of Noida's commercial landscape. These spaces include multiplexes, gaming centers, theme parks, and arcades that attract families, young professionals, and tourists. Locations like Wave City Center and Noida Expressway are prime spots for entertainment businesses. By investing in these spaces, you can tap into the growing demand for recreational activities in the city.

4. Food Courts

Food courts in Noida offer lucrative business opportunities due to their high customer turnover, especially in malls and commercial complexes. Areas such as Sector 18 and Noida-Greater Noida Expressway host some of the busiest food courts, offering everything from quick-service restaurants (QSRs) to gourmet dining options. If you're looking to invest in a food and beverage business, these food courts provide the ideal setting to capture a steady stream of customers.

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Top Locations for Commercial Property in Noida

1. Sector 18

Often referred to as the commercial hub of Noida, Sector 18 is known for its shopping malls, entertainment zones, and corporate offices. The area is ideal for businesses seeking retail shops or food court investments. DLF Mall of India and Atta Market are key attractions that guarantee high footfall for retail businesses.

2. Noida-Greater Noida Expressway

This stretch has seen a boom in both residential and commercial developments, making it a hotspot for businesses. The Noida-Greater Noida Expressway is home to several corporate offices, entertainment zones, and food courts, and is becoming one of the most attractive locations for commercial investments in the NCR.

3. Sector 150

Sector 150 is fast emerging as a new business destination, known for its luxurious developments. This sector offers premium pent suites and retail spaces that cater to both corporate clients and upscale businesses. The sector is well connected to key areas of Noida and Greater Noida, making it a promising location for future growth.

4. Wave City Center

Wave City Center is a growing commercial complex offering a mix of retail shops, entertainment zones, and food courts. This area is known for its futuristic infrastructure and is perfect for those looking to invest in a multi-purpose commercial property. It serves as a bustling hub for both shopping and leisure, drawing a diverse crowd of visitors.

Benefits of Investing in Commercial Properties Like Retail Shops, Pent Suites, and Food Courts

1. High ROI Potential

Noida’s commercial real estate market has shown steady growth over the years, providing high returns on investment (ROI). With infrastructure developments like the Jewar Airport and the expansion of metro services, property values in Noida are expected to appreciate significantly in the near future.

2. Versatility

Commercial properties such as retail shops, entertainment zones, and food courts offer flexibility. Businesses can adapt these spaces to meet various needs—from boutique outlets to high-end restaurants, or even specialized entertainment hubs. This versatility ensures that your investment can cater to diverse customer demographics.

3. Steady Footfall

Locations in Noida, especially those in prime sectors, guarantee a consistent flow of visitors. With the growing residential population and influx of professionals working in the city’s numerous corporate offices, the demand for retail, food, and entertainment spaces continues to rise, ensuring a steady customer base.

4. Increasing Urbanization

As Noida expands, its urban landscape is being transformed by new developments in infrastructure, transportation, and commercial spaces. The metro connectivity and proximity to key expressways make it easy for residents and visitors to access commercial hubs, further boosting the profitability of businesses in the region.

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Conclusion

Investing in commercial properties in Noida—whether it’s retail shops, pent suites, entertainment zones, or food courts—is a profitable venture given the city’s dynamic growth and strategic location. Noida’s robust infrastructure, rising demand for commercial spaces, and rapidly increasing population make it an ideal destination for businesses looking to thrive.

As an investor, these commercial spaces offer the perfect blend of high returns, adaptability, and long-term growth potential. Now is the best time to explore the diverse range of commercial properties for sale in Noida and capitalize on this thriving market.

[theowlgoesmoo]

Can we just talk about how insanely hilarious the toys for this movie were? Like the whole story just turns into this brutal war between the ants and grasshoppers, and everyone is absolutely armed to the teeth. Like The Bird being a fricken gunship:

Or the Circus Wagon being a tank:

And my personal favorite, Atta. Atta in the movie: "We don't fight grasshoppers!" Atta in the toys: "DIPPETY-DOOM, GRASSHOPPERS GO BOOM"

They gave her a FREAKING ROCKET LAUNCHER.

Geeze, the 90s were wild.

Also bonus entry, this bit of official clipart, where Flik and Hopper are just straight-up throwing hands.

Forget the inventions, forget the careful planning, forget the clever tricks. The real way to get rid of grasshoppers is PUNCH

[myfoodguru]

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[sellgoldncr]

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[pinkpoetrydinosaur]

The India packaged atta market size reached INR 63.7 Billion in 2022. Looking forward, IMARC Group expects the market to reach INR 154.9 Billion by 2028, exhibiting a growth rate (CAGR) of 15.7% during 2023-2028.

[athena5898]

KHARTOUM, Sudan (Sudan Tribune) — The Sudanese army launched a major offensive against the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) in the capital Khartoum on Wednesday, targeting several areas controlled by the paramilitary group in the centre, west, and south of the city.

Clashes erupted around 2:00 AM near the strategic “Al-Istritagia” site close to the Al-Muqrin area in western Khartoum. Government forces were reported to have crossed several bridges towards Khartoum, and smoke plumes were seen rising from the vicinity of the Armored Corps south of Khartoum.

The Sudanese army’s warplanes flew extensively over Omdurman, coinciding with reports of airstrikes targeting the “Al-Istritagia” headquarters in Al-Muqrin, Khartoum, which the RSF seized from the army in June.

Local sources told Sudan Tribune that the sounds of clashes and smoke plumes were observed in central Khartoum at the Arab Market, the army’s General Command headquarters, and near the army’s Signal Corps south of Khartoum Bahri.

Smoke was also reported rising from the Al-Muhandisin area, under the army’s control in Omdurman.

Sudan Tribune’s correspondent reported hearing clashes and gunfire between the army from northern Omdurman and the Rapid Support Forces from northern Khartoum Bahri. The army shelled Rapid Support Forces positions in Khartoum Bahri with heavy artillery from northern Omdurman, and smoke rose from the Al-Azariqab and Halfaya areas in northern Khartoum Bahri, coinciding with the army’s artillery shelling.

WhatsApp and Telegram groups affiliated with the Sudanese army reported that its forces launched a ground attack on Singa, the capital of Sennar state, which is controlled by the RSF, and conducted airstrikes on Al-Damazin, the capital of East Darfur state, considered a stronghold of the RSF.

General Yasir Al-Atta, the assistant commander-in-chief of the Sudanese army, had previously spoken about a comprehensive attack on all theatres of operations, by air and land, to destroy the RSF and its allied forces.

The advisor to the RSF commander, Elbasha Tbaeq, said in a statement on X that their forces repelled the Sudanese army’s attempts to cross the Halfaya Bridge towards Bahri and the Iron and Fatih Bridges towards Khartoum. He also mentioned the movement of their forces from the Armored Corps in the Al-Shajara area south of Khartoum.

Tbaeq indicated that the RSF has mobile forces in the desert north of El Fasher affiliated with Minni Minawi and Gibril Ibrahim movements. The joint forces had previously released videos showing hundreds of vehicles loaded with soldiers and equipment, stating they had arrived in El Fasher.

[messrmoonyy]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME TF OUT Y’ALL🗣

nsfw tess hcs…

Tess servopoulos nsfw hcs

A/N- ANON BESTIE THE WAY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO GET THESE THOTS FROM MY MIND. OFF TO HORNY JAIL WE GO. The way I again pushed back posting the one shots cause I saw this and had to get it out of my head lmao. Couple of these are repeated from my other hcs list.

Honestly might double post today with a one shot later too. Or if I can contain myself I’ll post the one shot tomorrow

warnings- obvs these are nsfw I wasn’t too explicit. But still. 18+ pls girls and gays.

Reminder as with all hcs these are my ideas so if you don’t like them/find them ooc, sorry. But. Everyone sees characters different

Masterlist

• we’re starting off with the obvious and one I’ve already mentioned. She’s. A mf. Top.

• she’s so talented with those hands of hers. She can have you a complete babbling mess in literal minutes. She knows all the spots that make you melt.

• did I mention she’s good with her hands? She knows the exact spot inside of you to abuse when she wants to make it last and tease you to the edge over and over again. Or have you coming on her fingers in minutes.

• soft dom vibes. She likes being in charge and very very rarely will give that control up to you but she’s never too rough. She’d never want to hurt you.

• though you do serve as a wonderful outlet for her after particularly stressful drop offs. When all she wants to do when she gets home is pin you down on the closest surface and eat you out until her jaw aches which she’s also really fucking good at.

• she’s not one for PDA so you were shocked to find out she’s actually quite the exhibitionist. Pinning you against a wall in some back alley in the zone and fucking you with her fingers, hand clamped over your mouth so no one hears you, having to hold you up because your legs are shaking, whispering praise in your ear “ good girl nice and quiet “

• praise kink. Praise. Kink. She will shower you with praise.

• “ atta girl “ “ good girl keep looking at me “ “ eyes on me “ “ doing so good for me “

• honestly I think she’d much prefer giving than receiving. But sometimes when she’s super stressed and drained, she’ll let you relax her.

• she has a thing for eye contact. She loves having your eyes locked right on hers when you come, she thinks you look prettier than ever.

• hickeys. Everywhere. She may not be one for much PDA but she does like it to be known that you’re off the market. You’re hers. She’ll mark you everywhere, your neck, your chest, your thighs. And she’ll walk around with you proudly with them on display.

• she likes tying your hands, leaving you helpless whilst she teases you mercilessly. She likes the power. She loves watching you squirm.

• like really. She loves the power. She loves the control she has over you.

• THIGH RIDING. She loves watching you grind on her thigh to get off, loves the wet patch you leave on her jeans, tight grip on your hips as she guides you through it

• finally. Dare I say… gun kink. Knife kink. HEAR ME OUT

• cool metal trailing over your cunt before she eats you out, gun to your head whilst you grind on her thigh. Never hurting you and knowing she never ever would. But loving the power.

[holdinbacksecrets]

assuming they were normal citizens of the world, what kind of ig users do you think svt would be? like who would post stores about you all the time, who would soft launch you, who would only post during anniversaries, who would post cheesy ass things, who wouldn’t post you until y’all are engaged, etc lol. thank you! 😍

i feel like some of these still have an air of fame to them… like some of this shit fans would eat up/they have a feeling of being shared with an audience of strangers

seungcheol: he posts adorable videos of you that make everyone swoon. the most recent is you barefoot at his cousin’s wedding reception dancing in the grass with a glass of champagne in hand. you look heavenly, and his captured ooos and laughter are heart melting. in the corner of every video posted is a little *i have consent to share* because in some clips, it’s clear that you have no idea he’s filming, and that makes them even sweeter

jeonghan: you’re a complete weirdo, and he’s so amused. he doesn’t document all the wacky shit you do, but some of the best moments make it to his instagram

joshua: the only time you’re on his social media is when you’re driving and singing pocketful of sunshine. it’s basically your version of sunday morning

jun: he has a highlight dedicated to everything you bake, and he does wholesome zoom ins with the perfect background music

soonyoung: he’s documenting his life on social media but is respectful of your disinterest in being perceived, so your face is rarely shown. captured conversations are always amusing because the camera is focused on his expressions, and he always :] when you ask if he’s recording

wonwoo: he has a story dedicated to the summary screen when you’re gaming together, keeping track of wins, and adding cute emojis whenever you beat him atta girl

jihoon: he has an anime highlight where you share ratings and recommendations. you’ve probably started an anime commentary podcast together

seokmin: he’s dating a musician (cello player) and has a highlight dedicated to your recitals. every evening of a show brings the same trio of pictures: a flower bouquet held in his hand + i hope she’ll like it, you on stage, and one of him hugging you afterward backstage. so fucking adorable and the captions are so wholesome: “i’m the proudest boyfriend” “🥺🥺😭😭❤️❤️😘🖤🤧😍🫠” “everyone stared at me when i whistled from the first row, but i don’t even care”

mingyu: almost every picture he posts was taken by you, and he makes hearts melt with captions like “taken by my love” or “she did good, huh?” someone stop him

minghao: he met you at a yoga studio because you’re an instructor, and classes at dawn end as the sun rises. he always shares that moment on a monday as vibrant colors consume the sky, starting off his week right, and sends good vibes to followers

seungkwan: he posts pictures of you flipping him off at the dining room table—it’s an ongoing saga—because you haven’t had your coffee yet. we’re two peas in a pod. you film videos of him running, calling out encouraging words, and promising to give him a massage afterward even though he’ll want a donut instead

hansol: he alludes to having a significant other but is never forthcoming. the pieces come together quite easily because of his flirty replies to your comments, and any time he travels the location is the same because you’re long distance. the reveal comes when you’re graduating from grad school, and he posts candids fixing your cap, kissing your cheek, and beaming as he embraces you.

chan: even as a normal citizen, there’s no way this man wouldn’t be dancing, and you always bring meals to the studio, so he posts pictures of the impressive spread before eating. he’s quite public about his relationship. also posts pictures of you strolling through the farmers market, along with posts of you wearing matching bunny headbands featuring green face masks

[orpheuslament]

if i saw you every day for ever will i would remember this time. strange seeing you here in front of me. been staring at afterimages of you in places where you havent been in years. to market to market to buy a fat pig. home again home again jiggity-jig. i wanted to understand you. before i laid eyes on you again, i needed it to be clear what i was seeing. where does the difference between the past & the future come from? mine? before you & after you. yours? its all starting to blur. mischa. abigail. chiyoh. how is chiyoh? she pushed me off a train. atta girl. you & i have begun to blur. isnt that how you found me? every crime of yours feels like one im guilty of. not just abigails murder, every murder. stretching bakward & forward in time. freeing yourself from me & me freeing myself from you, theyre the same. we're conjoined. curious whether either of us can survive separation. now is the hardest test not letting rage & frustration, nor forgiveness, keep you from thinking. shall we? after you.

[etern9lotus]

breathe ; jiara

summary : the pogues return to the chateau after jj gets into a fight. he’s pissed like crazy as usual and kiara being the newly girlfriend she is helps him calm down and reassures him.

this is my first time writing a fic, my summers going pretty boring and i’ve been wanting to start writing stories, so enjoy!

Slamming the door shut to the twinkie, JJ cursed to himself stomping up the stairs of the chateau. “You gonna be able to deal with that?” Cleo looked at Kiara as she nodded her head. “I do all the time”. Just 30 minutes ago the pogues were all having fun at a bonfire, everything was going good until JJ saw some touron trying to get at his girl. He knows Kiara‘s a big girl and can handle herself but that dickwad had the nerve to start shouting at her, like a fucking maniac.

JJ thought that he the thought the alcohol in his system mad him trip for a second, next thing you know he was up on his feet pacing over seeing straight red.

flashback -

The sounds of music and laughter ringed through the crowd of teens. The boys were versing two kooks in ping pong, it was Pope’s turn to toss the ball he swapped places with John b whispering something in his ear laughing. “Come on bubba.” John B cheered him in giving him a quick shoulder massage. “Pope we can’t lose man get on his ass!” JJ stated.

They cheered him on while he concentrated, tossing the ball watching it skip each cup slowing down. The small crowd they had watched closely, the ball tilted into the last cup. Cheering his name, Pope dusted off his shoulders, taking the defeat the kook lifted the cup to his lips downing the whole drink, JJ howled “Atta boy Pope!” dabbing him up.

Suddenly feeling thirsty he lifted his cup to his lips expecting a cold tangy taste to hit his tongue but instead got nothing but a drop. “Yo, be back i needa a refill.” he shook his cup showing the boys, they waved him off.

Excusing himself through people making his way to the juice stand. Observing the opened cooler he stuck his hand in it, swaying his fingers searching for a beer. “Cold cold!” he squeaked feeling the ice cold water sting his digits, he swayed around for a few more seconds and grabbed a bottle hoping it was a beer.

Grabbing the can shaped object he pulled his hand out of the water and smirked. “JJ?” a voice spoke, he turned around and his eyes went wide-eyed seeing a green eyed blonde curly headed girl “Sa-Samantha?” he stuttered, she smiled “It’s been a long time.” she spoke.

“Uh….yeah” his voice sorta cracked, she giggled “My family came down to visit my aunts new baby, so i’m here for the whole week.” she said excitedly. He nodded giving her a fake smile “Uh that’s great.” turning his attention back to his beer, opening the can pouring it into his cup. “If your not busy or anything i was thinking..maybe you wanna get out of here?” she bit her lip.

JJ sighed placing his cup down, “Look Samaria- Samantha.” she corrected him. “Yea yea, see i’m not on the market anymore but i’m sure their’s a nice young fello over their waiting to scoop you up.” he pointed out a boy in a green button up shirt whispering to his friends looking at her. The girl blinked a few times “Really? because i didn’t see you come here with anyone?” the blonde rolled his eyes in annoyance blocking out the girls pitchy voice as she continued to go on.

An echo of shouting ringed in his ear, he looked up to see who was about to get into a scrap because only in the obx you can’t have a decent party without somebody shoving or insulting the other person and not getting a punch to the face. Looking off into the distant he squinted his eyes trying to get a better look, his blurry vision was not helping but he saw a boy and a girl going at it.

Listening closely to the girls voice it sounded familiar to him. Eyes focusing on her trying to get a better view he spotted her curly brown hair and blonde highlights, she also wore green converse. The guy standing in front of her started getting in her face, she pulled a piece of her hair behind her ear and JJ got a clear view of her side profile.

Their was some shithead yelling at his girl, getting in her face like he was about to do something. His jaw clenched, slightly his fingers started squeezing his cup, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘫, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭. Watching them going back and forth the guy smacked her cup out of her hand, that trigged it. Dropping his cup not even caring about the beer splashing on his shirt he bolted over there getting close enough to where he shoved the guy.

“The fuck is your problem?!” he spat, the boy now laying on the sand got up dusting himself off. Kiara looked at him “Jay it’s fine, i’m okay.” she gave him a small smile. He looked at her, eyes wondering over her face checking if she was okay, his eyes snapped back to the boy, “Who the fuck are you?! You just go around pushing people you don’t know?” the guy spat back.

JJ scoffed “Nah but you should be asking yourself something like that, you go around picking fights with girls. What are you a fucking sissy?” giving him a dirty look. People started luring in, phones started to be pulled out of pockets. “Oh i see…is this your boyfriend?” the boy looked at Kiara and laughed “Don’t fucking talk to her!” JJ shoved him again creating a barrier between them.

Sound of ouu’s ran through like a wave, “Jayj.” Kiara looked at him with worry eyes. “Don’t even give him your energy.” she mumbled to him, “You let her bitch you? You getting bitched on?.” the boy continued on, JJ was getting tenser, the blood in his body rushing to his fist, Kiara could feel his body tightening from the grip she had on his forearm.

“Bitched? Your getting in her face yelling at her like she’s some fucking dude!” squeezing his knuckles so tight they started turning white. “Yea well she’s got a lot of mouth on her, don’t you cupcake?” Kiara rolled her eyes flipping him off. “Hey jackass, when a girl kindly tells you to fuck off the first go you don’t keep trying to go at her.” her eyes bored into his.

Feeling his breathing giving heavy, JJ tried to calm down. “I asked you for a drink and you started bitching off.” he threw his hands up, causing JJ fist to twitch. Still holding on his forearm Kiara continued “Uh yea and i told you no thank you than you started talking to me clearly not seeing that i was uninterested until i showed you which came to the conclusion of you now yelling at me.”

“Your not even that special, don’t overhype your head bitch.” his nostrils flared. Being held back by Kiara was not helping “Jay come on.” she focused her attention back on him, “Yeah listen to your bitch.” the voice of the touron kept going through his ears, him and Kie made an agreement where whenever somebody pushed his buttons trying to persuade him in a fight, all he had to do was just walk away.

But this fucker was speaking out of his neck disrespecting his girl, he exhaled the air he had built up in him about to turn around and walk away “Instead of you talking shit you can put your mouth to better use, like sucking my dick you slutty whor-“ he was cut off by JJ delivering a sharp punch to his jaw.

The boy stumbled back while people started chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” he looked at the blood dripping on his fingers, spitting to the side he got up and stumbled on JJ. “Pope! John B!” Kiara yelled out to the boys. They rushed over such as Cleo and Sarah who were in their own conversation, “Hey, you good?” Sarah placed her hands on Kiara’s face, she nodded looking at the two boys fighting on the sand.

The touron landed a few punches to JJ’s side but he threw sand in his face and flipped them over now on top of boy sending straight decks to his face. He could hear her shouting his name but that couldn’t stop him, he was seeing red. the boy’s face started getting bruised and bloody. John b grabbed his shirt trying to separate him from the boy, so did Pope.

“JJ, the hell get off him!” John b struggled to get a hold of the blonde. Kiara felt shallow and breathy, “Jayj! JJ!” she shouted. Finally managing to separate him from the now poorly beaten touron, they pulled JJ up hooking their arms around his.

“Shit man, you fucked him up.” Pope mumbled. “Let’s go.” Cleo said walking to the twinkie. Pope and Sarah catch up with Cleo, still looking at the boy on the floor he was still heated, gritting his teeth. “JJ go!” Kiara pushed him towards the van.

flashback over -

John b shut the door “He’ll be good in a few, might sleep it off.” Kiara scoffed “Well then clearly you don’t know JJ.” she got out the van following behind him. She thanked him for holding the door and went inside going to the bathroom to get the First Aid Kit, already knowing where he would be she opened the screen door to the backyard. Their he was laying in the hammock rocking his legs back and forth looking off into the dark distance.

“Knock knock.” she spoke setting the box down on the chair walking up to him. He turned around seeing her, “Sup.” then turned back around. She pouted picking the box back up and taking her place on the hammock forcing him to move over. She observed his face, he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg. “That was pretty rad dude.” she said, twisting his lips trying to hide his smile he turned his head the other way.

He mumbled a sentence under his breath “What was that?” she raised an eyebrow. He shook his head “nothing.” playfully rolling her eyes she sighed, “Let me see those sausage fingers.” she held her hand out waiting for him to place his hand on hers. “Sausage fingers? Yea okay giraffe legs.” he shot her a dirty look placing his hand in hers. Looking at his hand she sighed suddenly feeling guilt wash over her, taking his eyes off his hand he looked at her. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked concerned.

She shook her head “We’ve talked about this Jayj. Not letting meaningless things get into your head.” looking up at him with tears building up in her eyes. He caressed her cheek moving his hand to her chin “It wasn’t meaningless though Kie and you know that.” he pointed out. Frowning she opened the box taking out some alcohol wipes and gauze.

JJ pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, he’s been learning all this new stuff about being in a relationship and being open more, he is new to being a boyfriend and he wanted to be the best he could even if that means he had to force himself to agree with the things he didn’t agree too. But this was different because he cared, he cared about Kiara. She’s one of the things that he cherishes in his heart, he loves her and wants nothing but to protect her at all times, and he surely wasn’t going to let someone or anybody speak bad on her.

With his uninjured hand he gently caressed her thigh, “I’m sorry…i truly am it’s just…Kiara he was all in your face like..like he was about to do something and it triggered me.” he spoke softly, she ripped open a pack of alcohol wipes taking a sheet out. Nodding signaling him that she was listening as she placed the wipe on his hands causing him to hiss.

“Sorry” she mumbled cleaning the blood off his knuckles, when she was done she placed the now bloody wipe on her leg and blew on his hand. “I was..i don’t know shooken up a bit.” his tongue rolled in his cheek. She finished patching his hand up gently rubbing circles over them, he felt himself getting tense again replaying back of what the touron guy said.

Removing her hands from his knuckles she rested her hands on both sides of his face “Hey.” she gave him a faint smile. His eyes shifted down looking at the space between them tapping her leg, “I understand and i’m sorry that you had a moment, you know that i hate seeing you get hurt.” he swallowed the lump in his throat nodding.

“My love….you know that i love you right?” she pressed her head against his. “Yea i know.” she gently rubbed her nose against his, his hands moved up to her waist. She pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips, she gives him butterflies every time. “Do you really?!” her voice squealed, he giggled nodding. She furrowed her eyebrows “Does Jesse Maybank know that i’m madly in love with him?” she gripped his shirt. “Why do you gotta go all federal?” he whined.

She giggled “Because that’s your name and i love it, Jesse…Hey Jesse ouuuu!” she sung the anthem to Jessie. He quickly smacked his hand against her mouth shushing her “Hey hush, i don’t want them finding out my name!” he whisper yelled. Playfully shoving her she gasped, he pulled out a joint and a lighter from his pocket. “Hey! Don’t light that blunt until i get back or your ass is grass!” she said getting up.

“Where are you going?” he quirked an eyebrow holding her finger, she lifted her hand up showing the used up wipes and wrappers “To throw your nasty dirty bandages away- I’m serious too don’t smoke that joint without me!” she closed the screen door. She knows he won’t.

He leaned back into the hammock, closing his eyes listening to the crickets chirping and the wind blowing low. The sound of the screen door opened, Kiara came out with a blanket, “figured it would get cold.” tossing it on him. Sitting down again she tossed her leg over his, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer as she rested her head on his chest, she fixed the covers on them getting comfortable.

Lighting the blunt he took a pull then passed it to her, she took it out of his hands taking a pull herself feeling the smoke fill up her insides, exhaling. “You know your my one and only right?” Kiara spoke. His hands moved up and down her back “I love you.” he spoke softly, she smiled looking up at him through her lashes with adoration.

“I love you.” she kissed his neck, they were each others safe space and that couldn’t be taken away from them. They both can only understand each other on the same level.

“You and me.”

“You and me.”

They spent the rest of their night, warm and cozy in each other’s presence sharing kisses and cuddles.

please! tell me how did i do?! i hope you enjoyed!!

[steam-beasts]

Oh Sheep!

December had rolled around on Sodor, and the snow was at its strongest. On the Arlesdale Railway, Diesel Junior – or "DJ" as he liked to be called – was resting in the diesel sheds at Arlesburgh West. It was early morning, but the schedules were a lot more relaxed than how they were during the autumn rush.

DJ was sitting at the very back of the shed, fast asleep and trying to keep his radiator warm. Just then, the doors slowly swung open, the chilly air sweeping in. DJ's face at the cold and opened his eyes to see Mr Fergus Duncan walking towards him.

"Good morning, DJ. Apologies for waking you" He said. DJ yawned "It's alright, Mr Duncan. Do...Do you need me to do something?" He asked tiredly. Mr Duncan hummed softly in agreement "Yes, I need you to go to Arlesdale Green to collect a left behind ballast cart. Rex forgot to bring it before going to sleep" the Small Controller explained.

DJ raised an eyebrow "Not that I'm refusing to do it, Mr Duncan. But can't one of the Blister twins do that? Or...Frank?"

Mr Duncan sighed "The Blister twins are off doing a passenger run, and Frank is away taking wool bales to market" he replied with a shrug.

"Oh, well...ok. I'll go"

Mr Duncan gently smiled, giving DJ's roof a pat "Atta boy. Off you go!" DJ lightly smiled back and watched as the Small Controller turned heel and left the shed.

Eventually, the little diesel soon set off out of the sheds and into the cold himself, wincing at the bright light after being shrouded in the dark shed.

Snow had begun to fall by the time DJ reached the Arlesburgh bridge street. He glanced at the upcoming platform to see a couple of workers shoveling away snow, and a middle aged lady. This was the Stationmaster, seemingly wanting to talk to him as she waited on the platform. DJ frowned.

"Oh no, not her!" The little diesel groaned quietly "She's always pestering me about something small and unimportant..."

He was proved to be correct as the Stationmaster took out a red flag waved him down. DJ knew he shouldn't be disrespectful despite his annoyance from her, so he slowed to a stop with a fake grin on his face, plus, she had a red flag so it was probably important... this time "Is something the matter, Mrs Stationmaster?" He asked sweetly ."Yes, you don't happen to be going towards the Marthwaite Woodland area, do you?"

"Yeah, I'm collecting a stray ballast truck down at the green. Is something wrong?" He replied nonchalantly. The Stationmaster scratched her head "Well, due to a shortage of sand, the tracks beyond the Ffarqhuarr road don't have any grit, so best be careful" she warned. DJ honked his horn in acknowledgement and continued on down the line. Once she couldn't see his face, DJ rolled his eyes "Pah, 'be careful' she said. Nonsense, the rails can't be slippy! I haven't slipped on them, neither of the twins have slipped, and neither has Frank. All that comes out of her mouth is a bunch of malarkey!" He scoffed. As he said this, a few cars on the road nearby were slipping and swerving, not dangerously of course.

By the time DJ reached the Ffarqhuarr road, the snow fall was getting heavier, and more like a blizzard. DJ had to squint a little as Farmer Willie came dawdling by with a cart packed with sheep. Willie noticed DJ and came to a brief stop "Hullo' there, DJ! You alright?"

DJ gazed up at Willie and smiled "I'm F-Fine, Farmer Willie. I'm just going up to collect a ballast truck!"

Willie hummed and nodded "Ah, ok..." he said before glancing over at his sheep. Some were asleep, some were not and simply sat in the cart...not all of them were accounted for. He then heard DJ gasp "Are those sheep?!"

Willie shook out of his small daydream "Oh, uh– yes! My boss wants me to take these little guys to the barn for winter!"

A sheep then looked over at DJ and bleated, making the diesel "Aww! Hi there!" He cooed. Farmer Willie just stared at the sheep for a solid minute before realising something "Oh yeah, uh...DJ? If you see a sheep on it's own somewhere, let me know please. It, uh... got out. It has a little bell around its neck and... it's not here..." He trailed off, staring into space.

DJ wasn't listening, he was more focused on the sheep "Look at your little faces...what were you saying, Farmer Willie?"

Farmer Willie shook his head again and scratched his head, haven partially forgotten about what he was talking about "Huh? O-Oh, erm...look out for sheep! Oh crumbs, I better get going" He muttered before driving off. DJ honked goodbye to the farmer and set off once more once the gates reopened.

DJ chuckled to himself "Hehe, sheep..."

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The Marthwaite Woods were littered with trees and bushes. The bare tree branches had icicles dangling off of them. The bushes were piled on with snow and the rails were all icy and slippery, but DJ didn't know this yet.

DJ honked his horn and took his time to look at his surroundings "Wow, the forest looks so mysterious during winter..." he commented to himself.

He then looked forward and remembered that Arlesdale Green was a few miles ahead. He smirked confidently and went faster up the steep track "Nearly there, nearly there" He panted eagerly.

However, the little baby diesel had to come to a stop as up ahead, a lone sheep stood on the line, using its nose and hoof to dig at the snow – presumably in search for grass. DJ skidded to a halt, clenching his teeth as his wheels slipped on the rails. He was still moving (at a more slower pace now), and was getting much closer to the sheep.

DJ frantically tried calling out to the sheep and honking "Out of the way! Out of the way!". The sheep just looked up and glanced at him with vacant eyes. DJ shut his eyes tight as he couldn't stop.

Why oh why didn't he listen to the Stationmaster?!

The sheep was unfazed as the engine ahead was skidding on icy rails towards it's direction.

Just then....

BUMP!

"Baa!"

DJ gasped from feeling the bump and whimpered, fearing what he may have very likely done. Cautiously, he opened one eye to survey the damage he had done, only to see a white furry face in his vision, lazily munching on a mouthful of grass. He then opened both eyes and sure enough, he wasn't dreaming – the sheep was okay. Thank goodness.

"Dizzy diesels...that was close" He sighed with relief. He kinda forgot he's not a big monsterous engine like his big brother, or else the sheep would most certainly become wooly paste.

The sheep bleated and sniffed at DJ, its ear twitching. DJ felt his (currently) non-existent heart melt as the sheep sniffed at him.

"Ooh, sorry about that, sheep. The rails are all icy! What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be..." he then gasped, thinking back to what Farmer Willie said.

"Oh! You're the sheep that got away!" He exclaimed. The sheep bleated and went back to chewing the little patch of grass it dug up. DJ paid no mind.

"Well, come on! We gotta get you home, and collect the ballast!"

The sheep didn't move, it paid no attention to DJ whatsoever.

A few minutes went by, and DJ huffed "Come on! Get going!"

The sheep remained on the line. DJ loved the sheep, don't get him wrong – but it won't MOVE for him! DJ thought decisively, then honked at the sheep. The sheep looked over at him, but went back to eating soon after.

DJ groaned "Oh I don't have all day!"

The sheep bleated and turned to face him, its ears flicking. This sheep was stubborn, stubborn like a troublesome truck. Maybe that's why they both look alike?

A good 20 minutes passed by, you'd think that the sheep would've moved off the line by now, NOPE! It was still there, but sitting down now.

"Pleeeaaase! Move...please, sheep?: DJ begged, but no avail.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek ripped through the air, alerting both DJ and the sheep. The sheep bleated fearfully and looked around frantically. DJ gulped, doing the same thing.

"Hehe...i-its alright, sheep. I'm sure it's just a..."

An echoey roar was then heard somewhere in the distance as well as crunching snow, increasing DJ's worries "B-BEAR!" He yelled fearfully. He shut his eyes tightly like he did when slipping on the rails.

The sounds of crunching snow got closer and more clearer. DJ only feared the worst...until he heard the voice of a very tired Rex.

"Are you alright there, DJ?"

DJ's eyes shot open and he looked to the side to see Rex in his beast form, gazing at him softly with very tired eyes. The baby diesel's jaw dropped upon seeing him "R-Rex?! But... you're supposed to be hibernating!"

Rex chuckled "Well, I can't hibernate if I keep hearing you honk to your heart's delight. Remember, my hearing's a LOT more sensitive and sharper than it used to be..."

"Oh..." DJ blushed in embarrassment "...sorry. I didn't mean to"

"It's ok, kiddo. No hard feelings..." Rex assured him "...now that we have that cleared up, you appear to be in one baa-ad situation" the miniature engine teased, pointing at the sheep.

DJ sighed "Yep...I think its one of Farmer Willie's. He said something about one of them escaping"

"Escaping, eh? Lots of livestock escape here all the time. They should really improve the fences but then again...me, Bert and Mike can just ram through them" He chuckled. Rex then turned to face the sheep.

He made a little chittering noise at the sheep, leaning forward. The sheep turned to Rex with interest and bleated, walking off the track at last. DJ watched in amazement as Rex continued the chittering sound, leading the sheep into the foliage. It kinda reminded him of that evil snake from The Jungle Book, except Rex isn't evil of course!

"Wow..." he whispered. DJ soon resumed to his task; collect the ballast.

He oiled through the forest, much more carefully that time.

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DJ had managed to make it to the Green and was making his way back to Arlesburgh West. Along the way, he saw Rex trotting along the tracks, still looking rather sleepy. He honked "hello" to the older engine, who whistled back "Did you get the sheep home, Rex?"

"Of course! It's not like I ate it, hehe!" Rex chuffed cheekily.

"Yeah, anyway...how did you hear me all the way from the sheds in the first place?" The miniature 08 diesel asked, feeling rather curious.

"I wasn't sleepin' at the sheds, I was sleepin' in a nearby cave around here! That's how I heard you!" He laughed tiredly. DJ giggled as well, then looked over at the ballast truck "Hey, Rex? Did you know you forgot to bring a ballast truck back to the station?"

Rex frowned and raised an eyebrow. He then glanced at the truck behind the small diesel and gasped with understanding "Oh! Fire and smoke, I forgot about that one!" He groaned.

"It's alright, Rex. It's easy to forget things" DJ assured him. The small green engine smiled warmly, then walked in front of the diesel, blocking his way.

"Rex?"

Rex said nothing and gave DJ's forehead a lick, probably his own way of 'kissing' him goodnight. DJ's eyes went wide, but he grinned nonetheless as Rex chirped happily before setting off into the woods "Have a good hibernation, Rex!" He called out.

As soon as Rex left, DJ oiled away with the ballast truck. Back to Arlesburgh West he goes.

Until Spring...

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Oh, Who Is He?

pt. 1 (You're here!)

pt. 2 (in the works)

pt. 3

Word count: 1,381 words

Warnings: Typical COD violence, near death experiences, blood loss, passing out

Us men are starving in the cod fandom

Simon "Ghost" Riley x male!reader

When Y/N gets injured, Ghost comes to save the day. After he recovers, he comes back better than ever and even impresses the unimpressionable Simon Riley.

Oh, Who Is He?

The balaclava mask on Y/N's face seems too tight, too sticky. He realizes the reason the mask was sticky, as he opens his eyes, is that it's raining. He stares up at the sky for a moment to regain control of his body. His fingers can wiggle, his neck can turn, but his left leg can't move at all. He doesn't have the courage to look down at it. Suddenly, all of the previous events come streaming back through his head like a movie, in third person.

"Flash, how copy?" Ghost mutters through the receiver.

"I'll live." Y/N had been shot through the stomach, but there was an exit hole which meant he was in the clear if he wasn't passed out already.

"Atta boy, where are you?" Y/N felt his face heat up at the praise as he looked at his surroundings.

"There's a fruit market. Shadows everywhere. Killing civs." He shakes his head and sighs. "It's gruesome."

"Get to the church on the other side of town, Soap and you will RV with me there."

"Hard copy, L.T. Welcome to guerrilla warfare." He chuckles into the receiver before shutting off his mic. He listens to Soap and Ghost's banter as he clears houses, looking for things to fight with.

He found a shotgun in a coat closet in one of the houses, but he deemed it too loud to sneak around with. He decided on a makeshift knife made from broken glass and twine from a dead body. One shadow, two shadows, all of the dead bodies lay as markers of his path. He crosses over the bridge, spotting the church.

"Ghost, can you see me?" He whispers as he takes down another shadow. "I'm on the bridge in front of the church."

"I've got eyes on you." The gruff voice brings him a sense of comfort. "There's a group of shadows heading towards the bridge, don't confront them. Hide and stay out of sight."

"Copy, sir. Staying out of sight." He releases the button on the receiver and hides underneath a truck not too far from the bridge.

By the time he registered the grenade near his legs, it was too late. The beeping coming from it was ending as he turned around and scrambled from the bottom of the truck.

Boom.

It shook the ground, the car exploded and had flipped over. Y/N could barely register the screaming of his name in his ear before he passed out.

Shadows came around and took a look at him on the ground, pinned beneath the truck. They dissipated as they deemed him immobile and no need to kill him.

Ghost storms from the church, killing the shadows in there in the process. "I'm going to Flash, Soap! Get to the bridge and help me!" Ghost had never heard himself in such a panic. His chest heaves as he runs to Y/N, taking down more shadows as he goes. Once he knows the coast is clear, he runs over to him and kneels next to him. Y/N's eyes flutter open and his fingers twitch.

"Hey there, kid." The scruff voice not coming from his headpiece scared him a bit, but he realizes it's from Ghost as he looks around.

Y/N looks down and takes a deep breath. The truck on his legs made them numb, and there was blood splattered on the windshield. He guesses from himself. He reaches a hand up to his face and the glove comes back down, covered in sticky blood. "How bad is it, L.T.?"

Y/N can barely recognize his own voice as he speaks, but Ghost just shakes his head. "Don't talk. Save your energy. We need to get you out from under this, alright? I'm going to lift it up and you're going to pull yourself out. Your arms work, yes?"

He nods and Ghost lifts the truck. He scoots himself out from under it as Ghost grunts and drops the truck. "Damn, those things are heavy."

Y/N looks down at his legs, mangled and his foot facing a way it shouldn't be. He sucks in a breath at the surge of pain that runs through his body after looking at it. "God dammit." He growls out, ripping a piece of his shirt off. He ties it around his leg to minimize the bleeding, but he can already feel his eyesight starting to blacken. "Shit, not now." Ghost is at his side, tying another cloth around the other leg.

"I found a military truck we can take to the safe house just outside of the city. Come on, get up." Ghost reaches down and grips Y/N's tricep, pulling him up and over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. Y/N groans in pain and nearly sobs. "God, this hurts, Ghost."

"I know, I know." Ghost mutters. He grabs the receiver on his chest and all but screams into his mic. "Soap, where the fuck are you?"

"Around the corner, sir." Y/N hears Soap reply as he rounds the corner by them. Soap pants as he gets closer and he looks at the wounds.

"Christ, Flash. Are you sure we'll be able to do something in time?"

"Not if you don't haul your ass into that truck." Ghost demands, opening the door. Ghost then sets Y/N in the middle of the seats, squished between Ghost and Soap. Not that he was complaining.

Ghost puts his hand behind the passenger seat and reverses over some shadows. The trek to the safe house with the medics is nearly ten minutes, and Ghost clears it in nearly four.

During the bumpy ride, Ghost yells at Y/N while Soap is turned around in his seat, shooting down shadows shooting at them from behind.

“You’ve got to stay awake, do you hear me?” Ghost yells, making a sharp turn.

Y/N’s head rolls to the side and he blinks slowly, trying to stay conscious. As his eyes flutter, Soap turns back around and shakes him, but to no avail. He’s gone, and now it’s a race against time.

When they get into the safe house, nearly every medic surrounds Y/N, blood dripping onto the floor as they lift him into a cot. Outside of the house, Ghost sits with a hand on his chin, just sitting there, bouncing his legs.

Would Y/N make it? He hopes so. He doesn't want to lose another comrade and friend. He might even have more than platonic feelings for Flash, but it'll be a miracle sent from God if he actually admits it to himself or others.

A medic steps outside a few minutes later, about 30 minutes since they arrived. Ghost and Soap look up from the places they were sitting at. "Is he okay?" Is the first thing Ghost says.

"He is alright. He's actually awake and asking how you guys are doing, if you want to step in." The nurse smiles and opens the door for them. Both of the men practically run in.

Y/N is laying in bed, both legs bandaged and doped up on pain meds. "Hey guys." He smiles lazily.

"Hey, Flash." Ghost smiles beneath his mask. "How are ya doing?" Soap asks, sitting on the chair next to the man on the bed.

"I'm alright. They said I'd be sent home once they can reach Laswell and get a 'copter to take me out." He looks between the two. "You guys look like hell."

"You don't look too good yourself." Ghost snaps back. Y/N nods and laughs a bit.

Eventually enough, the helicopter comes and picks up Y/N from the base to take him home for recovery. On the ride there, Y/N falls sound asleep to the hum and rocking of the helicopter. Ghost refused to let him out of his sight for reasons he won’t even admit to himself, so he got Laswell to let him go home with the sleeping man and take care of him. Laswell made him promise to take care of Y/N until he’s healthy enough to go back out into the world and fight alongside him again; she had made it part of his duties as Y/N’s superior.

[sebsxphia]

bambi.

rhett abbott x little!reader.

￫ description: rhett takes you around the ranch for the morning, not before you start to get a little sleepy.

￫ c/w: age regression. other than that, it’s all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ word count: 1.5K.

￫ a/n: the prologue to this fic can be found here. | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

Rhett took your hand in his big hand and guided you down onto the straw to kneel in front of the chicken coop. You were both peeking through the holes in the wired fence.

Rhett pointed at the eggs, “you see em’, sweetheart?” You hummed in response and Rhett continued with his instructions.

“All you have to do is reach in a take ‘em. I promise the chickens won’t bite, I’ll keep ‘em away.”

You do this every other day. You walk down to the chicken coop, take their eggs and bring them back to the house. But today, you woke up in a different headspace. One that required Rhett to gently instruct you what to do and keep your fears at bay.

The roof to the coop squeaked on its hinges as Rhett opened it up. You reached in with trembling fingers and took the eggs into your hand, one by one. You placed each of them in the small wicker basket, one Rhett got you at the local farmers market for you to use around the ranch when you were regressed.

Once you were finished, Rhett returned with his praise. “Atta’ Bambi.”

Rhett managed to scoop one of the chickens up and into his arms. He knelt back down on the straw that surrounded the coop.

“C’ ere.” Rhett cocked his head as to signal for you to come over. The chicken was still in his hold, almost relaxed. Rhett always had a way with the animals on your ranch. It was the same reassuring touch he used on you.

“Give her a stroke. She won’t peck you, I’ve got her.”

You chewed at your bottom lip hesitantly and looked at Rhett with panic in your eyes. You heard Rhett mumble out soft encouragement and another nod towards the chicken.

You looked at the chicken’s beady eyes and recognized them as your own. You were no more afraid than the chicken could be of you.

When you ran your index finger over the chicken’s surprisingly soft feathers, a small gasp escaped your lips and your eyes creased up in the corner. Rhett mirrored the same as you to let you know he was there with you.

As you were deeply enthralled with the chicken, you failed to notice Rhett looking up at you. A soft yet prideful smile was etched onto his face and his eyes ran over you to take note of every expression you were making. How your lips quirked up in the corner, how your eyes practically lit up and how your nose flinched when the chicken stirred.

Rhett couldn’t ever deny it, you were fucking cute when regressed.

You spent the rest of the brisk morning following Rhett around and helping him with small tasks on the ranch. You helped him empty out the feed into your abundance of animal feeders, but sat on the hay bales when the fresh bags were too heavy to carry. Instead, you gave Rhett little claps of encouragement and high pitched squeals of, “well done, Daddy!”

You filled up your tin watering can and helped Rhett water the freshly growing vegetables and herbs that sat in your flower beds. The last thing was bringing in fresh hay to the stables and helping Rhett clear out the old and muddy straws.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore and you reached up to rub your eyes. Subsequently, a little yawn escaped your lips. Rhett leant his pitchfork against the stable door and knelt down to your eye level, holding onto your dungarees.

“Are you sleepy, little one?”

Your bottom lip jutted out in response to Rhett’s question, followed by a nod of your head in agreement. Although you were trying to fight it, it was becoming abundantly clear to Rhett.

“Daddy’s got some work he needs to do in the East pasture. How ‘bout, I get you inside for a nap and by the time I’m done, you’ll have finished your nap.”

Your bottom lip only jutted out further and your lips contorted into a full on pout. You reached out to grip onto Rhett’s Carhartt jacket.

“Don’t wan’ you to leave me, Daddy.”

Rhett reached upwards and pushed one of your stray hairs behind your ear, pulling out a piece of straw in turn. He wore a sympathetic smile on his face and his eyes softened at your little scowl. He hated leaving you when you were regressed knowing he wouldn’t be there to look after you, but the East pasture fence was threatening to break any day now.

“I know, Bambi. I don’t want to leave you either, but you won’t even know I’m gone while you’re sleepin’. You’ll open your eyes and I’ll be right by you, I promise.”

You let out a small whine in protest, but you gave in when Rhett’s eyebrows knitted together as a stern warning. Deep down you knew Rhett would always be there to take care of you and you knew he knew best, so you gave in and let Rhett walk you back home, hand in loving hand.

Rhett had you sat on the edge of your shared bed and wearing your favorite romper. It was patterned in delicate and detailed drawings of woodland creatures and amongst them all, your favorite. Tiny little baby fawns as Rhett always called you “Bambi.”

It was the first film you watched when you regressed in front of Rhett for the first time. He made a point of calling you Bambi then and it had stuck ever since.

Rhett fastened the pacifier clip to the collar of your romper which was patterned with tiny cartoon cowboys. Your lips parted instinctively as Rhett brought the pacifier to your mouth. You took it without any fuss. The soothing notion of sucking on your pacifier was making you tired more than you cared to admit.

“C’ ere, Bambi.” Rhett scooped his arms around your waist and hoisted you to his hip. You fell against him immediately, letting your head drop into the crook of his neck and your fingers grasp onto his shoulders. You inhaled deeply at Rhett’s familiar scent and the warmth flooded your nostrils, taking you further under and into the waves of sleep.

Rhett pulled back the duvet with one hand and bent back down to lay you on the plush mattress and cover you back up. He pulled your knitted blanket from the end of the bed and grabbed your beloved stuffed animal.

It was a little cow and sprayed with Rhett’s aftershave. He won you the stuffed animal at the county fair a year ago, and you were never seen without it in this headspace.

He tucked both of your treasured items under the duvet and you instinctively pulled them closer to your chest. Rhett was sure his heart could give in then and there from how sweet you looked. If he didn’t have to go back out, he’d be sure to climb into bed with you now and hold you close.

But alas, the fence wasn’t going to fix itself and Rhett wanted to enjoy these few tender moments before he had to leave. He knelt down by your side and reached his hand out. His fingers tentatively ran through your hair, following down your temple and then tucking behind your ear.

Rhett repeated the same motion over and over again until he heard your breathing deepen. He let his hand rest on the side of your head with his thumb gently moving over the small baby hairs that lay there for the last few moments.

When Rhett knew you were fully under and he could leave you, although it pained him, he placed one more lasting kiss to your forehead and mumbled barely above a whisper against your skin.

“N’ night, Bambi. Back in an hour. I love you.”

You stirred from your slumber and clicked your toes at the base of the bed, followed by stretching your arms to the side. You let out a final yawn and blinked open your bleary eyes that were still laced with sleep.

Just as Rhett had promised, when you rubbed the final throws of sleep out of your eyes, Rhett was waiting by your bedside.

“Daddy!” It was a squeal that hitched in your throat, still dry from your sleep.

“Hey, Bambi. Missed you.” Rhett let out a huff of laughter as you collided with his chest. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck to bring Rhett as close as humanely possible. He wasn’t sure who missed who more.

“Good nap?” You heard Rhett mumble into your neck.

You pulled out from your tight hold and nodded vigorously. You were too giddy at the prospect of Rhett being back by your side to answer him properly.

“I h’ a dream too!”

“Yeah? You wan’ tell Daddy about it while I make you somethin’ to eat, Bambi?” Your vigorous nodding hadn’t truly stopped and Rhett took that as a clear indication answer.

Rhett swooped you up and into his arms and made sure you had your stuffed cow and knitted blanket with you as he carried you downstairs. Rhett listened as attentively as he could to your rambling story that was being re-called, but all he could focus on was how he had you safe and back in his arms.

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[gamerwoo]

Hiii I hope this request is following the rules but I was hoping to just read more about Joshua and Arinya…. Literally anything you got they are so cute together and I love the way you write their dynamic. Thank you!!!!

soooo i needed some help with ideas so i asked my resident arishua stan @neverknewgrey2016 so here's more content for u my love <3 (and thank u again star for the idea!!)

warnings: hunting and mentions of skinning animals but nothing actually gets killed or skinned

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"So...you buy most of your groceries at the market, but sometimes you go out and find food instead?"

"Yeah, basically."

Arinya nodded slowly as her and Joshua walked deeper into the woods, and then asked, "But don't you buy meat sometimes?"

He already knew where this was going and sighed, "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because sometimes we can't find enough meat or any meat, and sometimes nobody feels like skinning a deer or a bear," he explained, trying to stay calm and level-headed. After all, Ari didn't know much and she was just curious. She was like a child who was still learning.

And was also his responsibility.

"Why can't you find any?"

Josh let out a deep sigh.

"Last question, I promise!" she quickly added.

"For now," he scoffed, rolling his eyes though there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Anyway, we're considered predators to most, if not all animals. They know where we are and go back to tell other animals. We've learned to be stealthier, so we catch more than we used to."

Now, Joshua was well aware that his mate had hunted before, but he also knew it was only much smaller animals. Ari had only ever talked about eating squirrels, rodents, the occasional bird, and whatever small animals she could catch while on her own. So his goal today was to teach her how to catch her very first deer.

There was a little bit of silence as the pair continued to walk. Ari was content listening to the tweet of birds and the little scurry of squirrels. But then she got curious again, only her question was a little different than the others.

"Do you really think I can do this?" she asked, looking up at Joshua was a little uncertainty on her face.

He looked down at her with a reassuring, warm smile as he put an arm around her shoulders, "'Course you can. Maybe not first try, but you can do it. Now, we're almost to our hunting spot so you have to be really quiet, baby."

The plan was for Ari to shift while Josh stayed human to communicate with her. He was going to hide off in a shrub or up in a tree somewhere to keep watch, but he would obviously intervein if anything were to happen -- not that he expected a deer to fight back against a werecoyote. Despite her being smaller, she was still considered a predator.

Even if she didn't really know what she was doing and was overall far too sweet to be one.

"If you get too scared or anything happens that gives you a bad feeling, just run," he told her before he sent her off. "I'll take care of it."

All she did was stare at him -- not that she could speak to him, anyway -- and let out a short sigh after a beat of silence. She wanted to tell him she could take care of herself even though she'd continued to tell him that constantly.

"Okay, I don't need the attitude," he frowned.

She rolled her eyes before she turned away from him and started trotting deeper into the woods.

"Okay, brat," he grumbled but jogged after her.

It took a little bit of careful sneaking through the forest, but Arinya finally spotted a deer drinking from a stream. She hunched down low and waited for a bit, watching before slowly and silently crawling through the brush. Any time the deer popped its head up and looked around, Ari would pause.

"Atta girl," Joshua whispered to himself, watching her with a growing, proud smile.

There was a perfect opening for Ari to pounce. She would easily make the distance and land on the unsuspecting deer so she could kill it and bring her achievement back home where she would no doubt beam at the pack as she squealed about killing her first deer. Joshua's heart was already swelling with pride at the thought, happy and--

Ari darted off to the right suddenly, going completely away from the deer and effectively scaring it off.

Not knowing what happened, Josh assumed the worst. He assumed she sensed something bad, so he bolted after her. That is, until he saw a tiny blur of grey run only a few yards away from his feet, and he skidded to a stop.

Ari was a blur as she ran passed him, after the tiny bunny.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." he sighed, dropping his head into his hands. After taking a deep breath and letting it out to calm himself, he lifted his head and looked in the direction that his mate had run, only to see her chasing the bunny in odd figure-eights. "Arinya Inthipan! The bunnies don't want to be your friend -- I've told you so many times!"

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'bonding' (for the post you made earlier)

( I didn't notice this in my inbox D: I'll write something up now! Just a special treat for ya ;) )

(set before the start of the series, featuring Sota, my friend's oc.)

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"Take your sister, take your sister... why I gotta be babysitter every time ma wants to drink?" Yusuke snorted, muttering to himself as he held his younger sister's hand.

The girl, Sota, with long brown hair like Atsuko, but eyes as feisty as her brother's, glared up at the teen, "It's cuz you're a dumbass."

"Oi! Watch your fucking mouth! I don't need Ma pissed at me again because she thinks I taught you to swear!" Yusuke cautioned.

"...You did teach me to swear," Sota reasoned.

Yusuke actually smiled at that, "Well Tiny, I know that, but I don't need that to spread, got me?"

"Because you're afraid of Mom!" Sota teased.

"Yeah, her bad alcoholic breath maybe," Yusuke sighed, tugging Sota with him as they rounded a corner. He paused, spotting a new vending machine in the street, right next to a lamp post. Sota spotted it to, and tugging her hand free from her older brother's, ran for it.

"Hey! They got Pringles!" And with that little announcement, Sota reached her hand into the flap of the vending machine and started to dig up.

Yusuke grinned, hands in his pockets, and sauntered over to his sister, "That will never-"

Sota popped her hand out, a can of Pringles her prize. She grinned cheekily up at her brother, "Ha! What were you about to say, dear brother?"

Yusuke blinked, and then grinned, "I was going to say, get me the Reese's cups."

Sota's hand shot back into the vending machine, and she grunted a huffy little, "Yeah, you got it!"

Half an hour later, the bottom half of the vending machine emptied, their pockets overflowing, and Sota's overall's particularly overflowing, the pair marched for home.

"Okay, Tiny, and what do we say if we run into Keiko?" Yusuke prompted.

"I won a market lottery because I'm so damn cute!" Sota sighed, with all the drama of a t.v. actress, "And if that doesn't work, I give her all the Strawberry Yogurt chews."

"There you go kid, 'atta girl!" Yusuke sniggered.