#i had someone comment and say 60 is freezing

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sometimes i forget that not everyone lives in a place where it’s chronically cold and everyone just deals with it

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Elsa in Frozen 3 should no longer push Anna away to "protect" her

The truth is...I'm very afraid to post this, because surely some part of the Frozen fandom won't like what I'm going to say, they're probably going to tell me that I hate Elsa or that I'm being very unfair to her, but. ..It is not like this! At once I tell you that I don't hate Elsa, I'm just trying to say that she should no longer push Anna away with her powers in a future Frozen 3 (and some other points), and I understand that everyone has different opinions and points. of opinion, but I will say once and for all that if you don't agree with my opinion... don't bother commenting or reblogging, if you don't like what I think... just ignore the post and that's it😫😫

Elsa, even if you don't believe it or even if you don't see it, is also overprotective of Anna, just... in a different way,she has a strange way of protecting Anna and all because in the past she believed that it was the only way to do it, everything was because of her fear, it's really nice that Elsa wants to protect her sister, besides... How can you not be afraid of losing the person you have loved the most?

But no, it is not the solution and her protection of Anna is counterproductive.

1. In Frozen she is forgiven for having pushed Anna away when she created Marshmallow, in the end... it was her fear that made a snow monster perhaps 3-4 meters long, and he had no options left but to push Anna away. She accidentally froze Anna's heart, however, she did freeze Anna's heart, which is obvious that Elsa didn't want it to happen... Elsa created that giant snow monster that who knows where it leads to. Anna, what if...he took her to a 60 meter cliff, Anna could have died (although Anna was going to die anyway), Elsa didn't think very highly of her sister's safety, but what do I expect from someone? Who lived in fear almost all her life? Well, Elsa has suffered with that fear💔😓

2. In Forest of Shadows, a Frozen book that made me see a side of Elsa that I wish I hadn't seen, when Elsa was supposed to have already overcome her fears in Frozen, here they return again, but unlike Frozen...Elsa becomes colder and underestimates Anna a lot, now she is like an ice queen with Anna, that's horrible! Maybe in this story... Elsa didn't push her away with her powers, however, she wanted Anna to get away to that "not hurt herself" that made Anna feel bad and feel useless when Anna is not useless at all! Anna felt that Elsa did not trust her, in this story Elsa let her sister know that she is immature in a non-direct way, and of course it hurts Anna! She has tried several things and has proven herself capable! because she is not perfect, Anna makes mistakes, she knows how to repair them and it is part of growing up, plus Anna just wanted to help her older sister, show her sister that she can count on her, and trust, until the end...Elsa learned to trust in Anna, but until the end, he didn't take much care of her in that book, only until the end

3. Frozen 2, Elsa repeats a bit of that same pattern as in Forest of Shadows, underestimating her younger sister with her phrase "Anna no, I have powers to protect me, you don't" (Elsa should never have said that to Anna) here she does alienate Anna with her powers as she did in Frozen, and unlike Frozen, here I don't find a 100% excuse for Elsa to push Anna away with her powers, yes, "the sea is very dangerous for both of them" but Anna wanted to help her sister, and...okay, here Anna is very overprotective on Elsa, but I don't blame her, she is also afraid of losing her older sister and has gone through so much suffering, and I know that Elsa is also afraid of losing Anna ,but she made her sister believe that she broke her promise ("promise me we'll do this together") and threw Anna into an ice boat, yes, in the end they did things together, but there was no need for Elsa to push Anna away. for a boat of ice, it would have been better if Elsa had used the right words to make Anna understand that she has to go to Ahtohallan alone, that did affect Anna emotionally, in an indirect way she showed Anna her lack of confidence as well. her "protection" was counterproductive, Elsa had no idea where that boat was going, and in part Anna headed into danger by trying to return to Elsa, but she also didn't know where she was going, perhaps to a cliff full of spikes, and the led to a river full of sleeping stone giants and if they woke up...Anna would be in danger, Elsa didn't think much about Anna's safety.

Elsa over time...well, she showed her distrust towards Anna, and she was still afraid of losing her. But you know what? Since Elsa became the fifth spirit in Frozen 2, she has changed a lot! She no longer pushes her sister away with her powers, she doesn't find any reason to do so because she knows that Anna helps her with many things, of course it terrifies her. losing Anna like anyone, however Elsa knows that her dear Anna can also take care of herself and is aware of Anna's great change, Elsa stopped that habit of hers about keeping Anna away, she is happy now! , when there is a situation where Elsa has to go alone... she says the right words to her sister and makes her understand that she will help in another way✨✨💗😩

(Polar Nights is an example of what I'm saying)

I have been so happy about this great change in her, to be honest, from moving to a life imprisoned by fear and guilt...now she is free of that, she is much happier and shows her best version of herself, a version that with She managed to get out of so much work because of the fear that had consumed her so much, and now she has a better relationship with Anna, she is much more open with Anna, she already trusts her and when Anna is not at her best when she is Queen of Arendelle, Elsa encourages her and pushes her to keep going, because she knows Anna can! 💗✨

(The graphic novel called "Anna and the mystery of the mountains" is also another example of what I am saying.)

If Disney commits the ridiculous idea of having Elsa in a Frozen 3 push her sister away again... they are making a serious mistake with Elsa! and how unfair for her to be like that, she struggled to face her fears, if that happens it would be throwing back everything Elsa has had to fight for for the person she is now as a fifth spirit, SHE NO LONGER PUSHES AWAY HER SISTER! F*CK! 💗💗✨✨😭😭😭

So, no, Elsa in Frozen 3 should no longer push Anna away to "protect" her, Disney, don't ruin it!😩😩😩😩😩

[dr-jem-nutcase]

MvA: The M Files take-a-peek pt. 2

Just realized yesterday that I misspelled peek. Or rather, used another word that had the sound pronunciation. Way to go, Dr. Nutcase.

Chapter 2

Wow! Link can walk on water!

I'm guessing that the illustrator had a hard time going back & forth between Link having human feet or ape feet

So Link gave his side of the coin for his origin story

I'm not all knowledgeable with what species were around at the start of the Ice Age (aside from some of the animals & whatnot in the Ice Age cartoons lol), let alone all the exact details of evolution, but this "link" between prehistoric humanity & aquatic ancestry is a bit of a mind boggler. I think Link's species would come from the 20 million years ago range, not 20K years range

My biggest question: where'd he get that straw?

And Link just slept through that? That insatiable curiosity must've worn him out

Omg!! I almost had a heart attack! I thought his tail broke off! False alarm

"Morty" - no comment

Wandering paleontologists? Kyrie Eleison upon those dummies...*face palm*

Also, disappointed with the sleeping pose instead of...you know, what we saw in the movie

Sandwiches in a lab. No. GRAY sandwiches. No. And mayo is a much different flavor and is inferior to mustard. That's a definite No

"Some fool". More like some FOOLS--plural! They were all there with those buckets. They may or may not have known what they were getting themselves into. Or they must've been too distracted by those gray sandwiches

Somehow, Link was already fluent in modern English, slang and all

The old guy, lol 😯

In reality, Link must've been like "WTH IS THIS?!?" not this "what's a monster?" borderline derp. This was a totally different world from the pre-Ice Age world he came from. If I woke up after a deep 20K year long sleep to find my home filled with an unknown species of creatures, I'd probably go on a rampage too

Requesting cold cuts and mustard in an emergency call. Almost reminds me of a story of someone calling 911 in 2020 because they ran out of toilet paper during lockdown

Link, you son of a gun you

But centuries? Really? Dude, you just thought you took a little nap. Or...were you already a few centuries old when you were frozen? Oooooh...

I just noticed that at least two ladies are bald with a patch of hair dangling from their heads

So much for that rampage. Or the fending off coeds & the National Guard and the Coast Guard...and also the life guard. Again, this is a kids' book

Wow, that wild array of weapons. I'm surprised a slingshot didn't make it in this

Disappointment right here. Again, kids' book

That's one tight squeeze. Is one of Link's abilities the ability to fit into/through small spaces? Also, he fell for that offer of "help"?

I don't think ice cream trucks like that existed in the 50s/early 60s. It was these dingy little freezers on wheels, if anything

So, they're just gonna freeze Link again? Poor guy

Private Monger. In the movie, he said he captured monsters over the course of 50 years, but he didn't say if he was large & in charge for the entirety of those 50 years. But Monger must've been a total jerk in his younger years; I mean, he ran over Link with his jeep later on in BBB

Come to think of it, Link was the only one of the 5 monsters that wasn't the result of an accident/coincidence/whatever. He was just already there, and it makes no sense that he's labeled a monster. He's a prehistoric part of evolution, not a freak of nature. But he's also a parody of Creature From the Black Lagoon, which is considered a monster movie, so...my argument's gonna stop right here

Until then!

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#5

When Will goes on a blind date that he gets stood up for he’s ready to call it quits on dating all together. It’s been only just a year from losing his ex fiancé to her ex husband and it seems like he’d be better off staying alone forever. He’s just about to pay for the coffee he’s nursed for the last hour when in walks Molly and her now husband. They notice him and before Will can run she walks over.

“Will,” she says, frowning, “I thought it would be rude for me not to say hello. Are you eating alone?”

He panics.

“Will?”

Molly’s husband is the stereotypical handsome firefighter and seeing him in the flesh is worse than he thought possible.

He doesn’t know what to say.

Which is why someone else says it for him.

He’s startled when someone pulls close out of nowhere, coming in behind him, and kisses his cheek.

“I apologize for my lateness, Beloved. Did you miss me terribly?”

Will blinks at the strange man who’s apparently pretending to be his boyfriend. “I…uh…”

The man, whose suit just screams money, holds out his hand to Molly. “Dr. Hannibal Lecter,” he purrs, “Lovely to meet you, Ms…”

Molly’s eyes are wide. “Foster. I…I’m sorry but…who are you exactly?”

Hannibal smiles at Will. “You didn’t tell her?”

He lets out a long breath and fakes a smile at Molly. “Moll, this is Hannibal. He’s my…”

“Fiancé,” Hannibal says, taking Will’s hand, “Mylimasis…have you lost your ring again?”

“I…I guess so?”

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#4

Never underestimate the power of comments. I’ve had two fics I thought I’d never return to again reinvigorate me into writing over ten chapters between them in the the last month.

Always, always, ALWAYS tell a fanfic writer when you enjoy something.

It could be just what they needed.

60 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#3

He always knew when Adam needed to lock the world away. 

It wasn’t subtle, not even a little, when his Star began to lash out. He’d close himself off, even from Nigel, and Nigel didn’t have it in him to feel rejected. Adam needed him still, he knew, and if that meant he’d give him space that was ok too. 

But sometimes Adam didn’t want space. 

Sometimes he wanted to just exist in their own little universe. 

Just them. 

So he’d cancel all his plans, and make all Adam’s favorites before he got home from work, and when Adam walked in he’d freeze. 

“Nigel?” 

“You want to show me the stars, Darling? Like you used to?” 

Adam would frown, unsure, and yet he’d put on his projector moving it to the middle of the room where Nigel had already set up dinner. They’d sit and he’d tell Nigel all his planet things - everything Nigel had heard so many times before - and when he was done he’d lay closer and closer till they were cuddling staring up at the fake night sky. 

Nigel would kiss his cheek, his forehead, and then his mouth after before Adam looked up and sighed. 

“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.” 

“Alright, Star.” 

“I don’t want you to go either.” 

Nigel always smiled, kissed him again, and pulled the blankets up over them both. 

“I already told Darko to fuck off this week.” 

Adam would blink at him in surprise. “Why?” 

Nigel would kiss his fingers, the top of his hand, and then put it on his own cheek. “Because I know you, Star. I know when you need it to be just us two, and I’m always ready.” 

Adam would kiss him then, a gift if there ever was one, and they’d fade away into the stars. 

Over and over again.

60 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#2

Do people even like Spacedogs anymore? 

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My #1 post of 2022

*whispers* Spacedogs Summer?

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Jennifer Aniston blasts J.D. Vance’s misogynist “childless cat ladies” comments

Jennifer Aniston had some strong words this week for former President and current Republican nominee Donald Trump’s running mate, Sen. J.D. Vance (R-OH). Like so many in the U.S., the Friends star was apparently shocked by Vance’s wildly misogynist comments belittling several prominent Democrats, including current Vice President and presumptive Democratic presidential nominee Kamala Harris, as “childless cat ladies,” which recently resurfaced on social media.   Related J.D. Vance calls Kamala Harris a “miserable cat lady” The mega-MAGA VP pick says having no kids means you can’t run the country. On Wednesday, Aniston took to Instagram, re-posting a clip from Vance’s July 29, 2021, appearance on Tucker Carlson’s Fox News show. Your LGBTQ+ guide to Election 2024 Stay ahead of the 2024 Election with our newsletter that covers candidates, issues, and perspectives that matter. Subscribe to our Newsletter today “We’re effectively run in this country, via the Democrats, via our corporate oligarchs, by a bunch of childless cat ladies who are miserable at their own lives and the choices that they’ve made, and so they want to make the rest of the country miserable too,” Vance told Carlson in the clip. “And it’s just a basic fact. You look at Kamala Harris, Pete Buttigieg, AOC, the entire future of the Democrats is controlled by people without children. And how does it make any sense that we’ve turned our country over to people who don’t really have a direct stake in it?” It’s worth noting that less than a month after Vance’s comments, Buttigieg announced on social media that he and husband Chasten were in fact in the process of becoming parents. In September 2021, they announced that they had adopted fraternal twins Penelope Rose and Joseph August. One could reasonably chalk Vance’s assumption that Buttigieg couldn’t or wouldn’t have children up to homophobic ignorance, but his presumption about then-31-year-old Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY) was just categorically asinine. Aniston seemed to agree. “I truly can’t believe this is coming from a potential VP of The United States,” Aniston commented in her Instagram story. “All I can say is… Mr. Vance, I pray that your daughter is fortunate enough to bear children of her own one day. I hope she will not need to turn to IVF as a second option. Because you are trying to take that away from her, too.” Aniston may have been referring to Vance’s recent opposition to the “Right to IVF Act.” The bill was introduced by Sens. Tammy Duckworth (D-IL), Patty Murray (D-WA), and Cory Booker (D-NJ) earlier this year in the wake of the Alabama Supreme Court’s unprecedented February ruling that effectively outlawed in-vitro fertilization (IVF) treatment in the state. The “Right to IVF Act” would have ensured access to IVF and other forms of assisted fertility treatment nationwide. In June, Vance was one of 47 Senate Republicans to vote against the bill, which needed 60 votes to pass. The issue is personal for Aniston, who after years of tabloid speculation about her struggle to have children, opened up to Allure about her journey with IVF. “It was a challenging road for me, the baby-making road,” she told the magazine in 2022. “All the years and years and years of speculation… It was really hard. I was going through IVF, drinking Chinese teas, you name it. I was throwing everything at it. I would’ve given anything if someone had said to me, ‘Freeze your eggs. Do yourself a favor.’ You just don’t think it. So here I am today. The ship has sailed.” “I have zero regrets,” she added. “I actually feel a little relief now because there is no more, ‘Can I? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.’ I don’t have to think about that anymore.” Vance’s opposition to a nationwide right to IVF doesn’t just affect cisgender women and others who can carry children. IVF is the most common method of assisted reproduction and, according to Dr. Eve Feinberg, associate professor of reproductive endocrinology and… http://dlvr.it/TB7SXb

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articles about the “wild new trend” of piercing from the late ‘50s and early ‘60s are fascinating to read. a selection of excerpts:

- one doctor cautioned that girls with pierced ears would be “required to constantly wear earrings to hide the holes in their heads” (or you could just not be weird about a tiny dot on someone else’s earlobe?)

- Genevieve Dariaux, then director of the Nina Ricci couture house, said in 1965 that “Pierced ears are unthinkable for an elegant woman, and even more dreadful for a young girl.” bear in mind that, as I’ve said, earrings that made your ears LOOK pierced were still common. what the difference was, nobody has yet made plain

- lots of evidence that going to a doctor was the preferred “safe” method for piercing at the time. but many doctors refused to do it, or said they would but that they strongly discouraged patients from having the procedure done. this checks out with my mother’s experience in 1965- her schoolmate’s anesthesiologist father did free piercing for all his daughter’s friends

- some teenagers around 1965 called clip and screwback earrings “chicken earrings” (implying that the wearers were too scared of pain to get their ears pierced, I think)

- one advice column, also from 1965, implied that pierced ears were just a passing fad. the previous several centuries of western history would like a word, Mx. Columnist...

- A GIRL WITH RESTRICTIVE PARENTS BRINGING UP THE ARGUMENT THAT HER GRANDMOTHER HAD PIERCED EARS. YES. FINALLY SOMEONE REALIZED THE LOGICAL FALLACIES HERE. the argument against that is, indeed, a sort of “that was the Bad Old Days and we know better now” deal as some other commenters have hypothesized

- one article mentions that the trend could be part of the Victorian revival that was just becoming popular in the mid-60s, which is a fascinating thought I’ve never considered before

- many doctors complaining that they were suddenly being called upon to pierce ears despite not really knowing how. this is interesting, because before the Great Ear-Piercing Taboo, jewelers offering piercing services were more like modern piercers than Claire’s employees (and doctors weren’t involved at all unless an infection set in). descriptions I’ve read of Victorian piercer-jewelers mention a lot of things we’re familiar with today- needles designed with a hollow for inserting the starter jewelry, for example, and even “freezing” solutions to numb the earlobe. so in those early resurgence days, going to a long-established jewelry store for your piercing might actually have been a better option than a doctor’s office

- two young women in a 1964 Canadian article (from Calgary) mention that they think screwback earrings look cheap and gaudy, and the pierced version is more conservative and tasteful, in an interesting reversal of mainstream thought

- a newspaper columnist saying pierced ears give him “the wim-wams,” so they are to be avoided. whatever the hell that means

- a LOT of people seem to think that ear piercing was popular in the Victorian era because wealthy women didn’t want to lose their expensive jewelry. sorry folks- my collection of Victorian costume earrings (all pierced) says otherwise

- much confusion as to why modern girls want to do something so old-fashioned

- one woman marvels at how comfortable it is to wear earrings in pierced ears, as opposed to clips and screwbacks. I feel infinitely blessed, as an earring-lover, to have been born when I could escape the scourge of ear-vises altogether

- apparently an eccentric elderly man on Salt Spring Island, British Columbia, literally bribed all the women of the community to pierce their ears because he liked the way it looked. one of them mentioned that she held out for $25- $244 CAD or $188 USD in today’s money. all because some rich Victwardian codger had a very specific fetish

- this absolutely incredible response of an Indian diplomat’s wife when asked, in New York, why she wore a diamond nose stud: “Because I feel [diamonds] become me more than rubies or emeralds.” QUEEN

- “when the fad changes, as it indubitably will-” are you certain of that, ma’am

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Once his parents show up, Lan gets hugged tightly, and then cursed out in Chinese an then hugged tightly again by his mother.

Eventually, everyone is cleaned up and fed, and sitting around the living room and Midge gets to her feet with a record, which she carries to the record player.

“No,” Joel snaps.

“Yep!” Midge tells him.

“Midge.”

“They’re all adults, it’s time everyone knew,” Midge tells him. “We can’t just keep sweeping everything under the rug. The more they know, the more they can make decisions on what to tell people about this crazy fucking family.”

She settles the record down and shifts the needle into place, and suddenly, her own voice is echoing through the living room.

It takes a few moments before all five kids realize what they’re listening to, and all eyes shift to Joel.

“Pop,” Ethan says slowly.

“I was young!” Joel cries.

“He wasn’t that young,” Midge counters.

“Pop,” Esther repeats her older brother.

“Right,” Midge sighs, stopping the record. “In 1958, your father told me he was cheating on me, and then he left.”

“I thought you guys just didn’t get along anymore!” Esther cries. “Pop, you cheated? Like cheated-cheated?”

Joel sighs heavily.

“Gross,” Lily voices.

“What do you know, you weren’t alive yet,” Joel grumbles.

Lan slumps back on the couch, shaking his head, before freezing and doing some math in his head. “Pop. When did you start seeing Penny?”

“...I don’t know.”

“He knows,” Lenny mutters.

Joel blows out a breath. “March...? March of 1958.”

“I was two months old,” Esther snaps. “You started fucking around on Mama right after she gave birth to your child?!”

Ethan snaps his fingers. “I remember Penny Pan! She fed me ambrosia salad and I puked it up on the couch an hour later!”

“Which is how we found out about your coconut allergy,” Joel tells him.

“That’s why you go green every time someone plays that lime in the coconut song,” Kitty comments.

“Can we keep moving this along, please?” Mei asks.

Midge sighs. “So Joel left. I started comedy. I met Lenny. Joel met Mei...and a lot of things happened after that...”

She goes into detail. Getting married again in Vegas by accident. The ups and downs of things with Lenny (including his OD in ‘61), Joel’s ups and downs with the Button club. Everything that happened with the grandparents during those years, including Abe’s illustrious theater critic career. The Matchmaker wars of ‘62. Midge getting kicked off the Shy Baldwin tour in ‘60. Sophie Lennon’s very public 1966 meltdown. Declan Howell’s unexpected death the same year. Lenny’s ‘70 relapse into addiction. 

“What about the Maisel and Roth stuff?” Ethan asks. “Is it true Zeyde had ties to Murder Incorporated back in the day?”

“Yes,” Joel says. “To say nothing of Susie’s mob buddies back in the early 60′s, Mei’s entire family being part of a gambling ring, and Noah Weissman’s spook career.”

Lily’s eyes go wide. “Uncle Noah is a spook? Like a real spook? Like a spy-spook?”

“He’s an analyst for CIA,” Midge confirms.

“Uncle Noah killed people?!” Esther cries.

“No,” Midge sighs. “Uncle Noah didn’t kill anyone. He’s a...a researcher.”

“I bet he’s killed at least one person,” Lan chimes in.

“All cops are bastards,” Lenny adds.

Midge rounds on him, annoyed, and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“Also, Midge is related to oil barons in Oklahoma,” Joel tells them.

“Fucking- what?” Ethan asks, bewildered.

Midge blows out as breath. “Grandma Rose was from Oklahoma.”

“No she wasn’t, she was from New York,” Esther argues.

“She was not,” Midge tells them. “She grew up in Oklahoma, she went to Paris in the ‘20′s, and then moved to New York and went to school for a couple of years before marrying Papa.”

“Oil barons?” Kitty asks, bewildered.

“What even is this family?” Lan asks.

“We haven’t even started talking about Mei’s side,” Midge says.

All eyes turn to Mei.

“There’s nothing to tell,” she says smoothly. “My family owned...certain...businesses and...properties.”

“They ran an illegal mahjong ring under the Button Club, and owned every business within a six mile radius,” Joel supplies. “They were the mob.”

“Holy shit,” Lan snaps, sitting at attention, eyes wide. “I’m a mob prince?!”

“No,” Mei snaps. “You are not a mob anything. I went to medical school. I became a doctor! None of the mob stuff ever touched you because we went to visit my parents twice a month, and none of the cousins were ever allowed to babysit!”

“Are we going to jail by association?” Lily asks, looking a little freaked out. “Is that possible?”

“No,” Lenny tells her. “Considering my record, that would have happened already.”

Kitty takes a deep breath and gets to her feet, mimicking Midge’s earlier move of smoothing out her clothing. “I need air.”

Lenny squeezes his eyes as she leaves the room. “Fuck.”

Lan frowns. “What’s with her?”

“She didn’t know about Lenny’s OD, and now she’s pissed,” Ethan explains. “Like big, big time pissed.”

“She’s pissed, what about me?!” Esther cries, rounding on Joel. “You cheated on Mama!”

“It was a long time ago.”

“You stuck your dick in your secretary!”

“Okay,” Ethan grumbles, rubbing his face. “Okay, no, I don’t wanna do this.” He takes a deep breath. “This was a lot of information to take in in one afternoon. Let’s all just...take a break. Cool off. Jump in the lake or something.”

“Can I drown in the lake?” Lily asks. “That feels productive at this point.”

“Lily,” Midge snaps.

“Aaaand break!” Joel cries.

And they do.

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You Saw Beyond- Part Four

AN: Hello! Sorry for the late update, I had senior prom and all the drama that comes with it. I will be posting a masterlist soon so all of the chapters can be organized nicely. It really does make me happy to see all your nice comments and messages. I enjoy writing and I'm happy you enjoy my writing <3

“It is nine in the morning, why are we watching National Geographic?” Harvey Dent groaned as all of the interns sat on the couch. Falcone pressed pause, the TV freezing on a red-headed woman holding a potted plant. 

“This, Mr. Dent, is your client. Mrs. Pamela Isley Anderson. She is a TV personality who has made tons on her shows about gardening.” 

“Hey, I know her!” Harleen interjected, “My mom watches her shows all the time. Yeah, Sexy Seeders!” Bruce and Harvey let out a little chuckle. You were unfazed by the topic. 

“You can laugh boys, but she has been accused of murdering her 60-year-old husband. Her step-daughter caught her covered in his blood. She claims she did not kill him, but refuses to give an alibi.” 

“Did she?” Selina asked. 

“Well let’s just say Pamela is popular for her love of violent plants. It’s not out of the question.” Falcone moved to put the remote down. You raised your hand excitedly. “Hands, who think she killed him?” Edward watched as the whole group raised their hands and yours shot down. “Great. Here’s where you come in. Pamela has… trouble trusting me. I don’t speak her slang, but you kids do.” Your hand shot up again, but Falcone waved you off. “So what I need you to do is convince her to share her alibi. To the jail.” The group stood. Edward kept his eyes on you. It was so odd to see you in business attire. You looked so out of place. Edward also noticed how you hadn’t said anything to anyone after your rejection. But he couldn’t keep thinking about you like this, he had the case to focus on. At the jail, he approached Pamela. 

“Mrs. Anderson? I’m, uh, Edward Nashton. I’m co-counsel with Falcone for your case. I also brought with me our interns. These are the real cream of the crop from Gotham Law.” He stuck out his hand to her, to which she just glared. “Ah, alright.” He coughed. “We’d like to discuss your case with you. We want you free as soon as possible. That way you can bring your message back to your fans.” 

“Well, that’s all I really want.” She crossed her long legs. 

“Perfect. We just need an alibi.” 

“No can do.” She shook her head. “Put me on the stand and I’ll be forced to lie.” 

“But, what about a plea bargain?” Bruce interjected. 

“That’s cute,” She taunted, “Do time for someone else? No. Way.” 

Selina spoke up. “With a plea, you would only do a couple of years. That’s pretty reasonable.” 

“Not really.” 

“Wow, what could be so bad that you can’t even give your alibi?” Harleen gawked. She always said that was off the top of her head. 

“Sugar, you have no idea.” Pamela stood from her spot at the table. “Now get out of here. I want a legal team who is actually willing to help me.” She shooed them away. Edward turned around, defeated. The rest of the team followed suit, except for you. Edward watched as you approached Pamela. 

“Ivy?” You asked hesitantly. 

“Oh my god, you follow me?” Pamela’s tough exterior dissolved, giddily smiling at you. 

“Totally! You helped my bamboo sprout, Fabio, go from a shoot to a shot!” You fangirled. Edward had no idea you were such a fan of Pamela. Why hadn’t you mentioned it soon-?

Falcone. 

“That’s amazing! At least someone on this legal team gets me.” 

“Of course, I believe you didn’t do it either. I mean there’s no way you would shoot someone. If you did kill someone, you would be more creative. And you wouldn’t get caught.” Edward thought about what you said for a moment, you were right. The motive was clear, but it just didn’t seem like the kind of kill the plant lady would go for. Edward watched as your conversation became more hushed. Pamela was spilling something to you. You pulled away from her and held out your pinky. 

“Promise?” She asked. 

“Your secret is safe with me.” The pair of you locked pinkies. Edward was shocked. You had won over their client with a short conversation. You were incredible. Falcone pushed past him. Edward followed. 

“Where’s Pamela?” He asked harshly, it was his fault he was late. 

“The guard took her away.” You said. Falcone’s face started to fall. “But I got an alibi!” 

“Great! What is it?” 

“I can’t say.” Your face fell. The rest of the group came into the room again. 

“What?!” Falcone whipped around to look at her. 

“I swore not to tell.” You looked around at the rest of them for a bit of sympathy. 

“Y/N, this isn’t a little pinky-swear thing,” Selina said, arms crossed. 

“You’re so right, it’s a big pinky-swear thing. I mean think about it, Pam isn’t guilty. She’s the queen of plants. Plants are proven to make people subliminally happier! And happy people just don’t murder their husbands.” You smiled sincerely, but Falcone was having none of it. He turned over to Edward. Shit. 

“Edward - a word.” He motioned for them to walk over to a separate corner. “Edward, I gave you two tasks. I was very clear. Lead the legal team and get me an alibi. You are zero for two.” He didn’t give him a chance to speak before turning around to the group. “Field trip over. Get back to work.” They moved to the door but Falcone turned to stop you and Edward. “Not you two. I don’t want to see glasses or legally dumb again today.” And they were left alone. You turned to Edward. 

“Eddie, I’m so sorry-” He wanted to believe you and how important this was to you, but you weren’t showing it. Maybe you were just like those mean girls. Using him. 

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need the alibi.” 

“I can’t! Having an alibi isn’t the only way to win a case.” 

“No, but it would help us win.” He was getting angry. You could tell, you put a hand on his arm. 

“We have to do this the noble way.” 

“This isn’t about nobility! We are trying to save someone’s life.” 

“Are you the one who was all about nobility? Now here you are, just trying to impress Falcone.” You shot back. So this is what it was like to be on the other side of your fervor. 

“He’s my boss!” 

“A great boss who wants you to jeopardize your client's trust and integrity?” You poke his shoulder. He was taken aback by your actions and words. 

“Well, when you say it like that…” 

“Exactly, dork. My word means something, just as much as yours.” You softened up, noticing he was getting it. You nudged him towards the door. He looked at his feet as he followed you, thinking. 

“No one has called me a dork since 8th grade.” He muttered, not hurt, just surprised. 

“Maybe not to your face.” You giggled. That should’ve hurt his feelings, but it didn’t hurt coming from you. You made it sound like some silly thing that had happened to him. You made it all feel like a coming-of-age movie. 

“Why do you always have to be right?” He slumped his shoulders as they walked through the parking lot. 

“I’m not all the time, just whenever I’m with you. Come on, let’s go.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him across the street. 

“Where are we going?” He was helpless to you, not because of his lack of strength. No, he could easily overpower you if need be. But you had entranced him. 

“I love your little grunge-y nerd look happening here, but cargo pants are so not lawyer chic.” Your hand had slipped from his forearm to his hand. You were heading to the mall. 

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?” He chuckled. 

“Yes, but I don’t like to pick up tattered books, do you?” 

“Heh, thanks. Really sweet.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. She was mean, but she was right. 

“The world isn’t perfect, you know that. I’ve been judged my whole life, too. I had to change my pink to navy.” 

“You’re right.” He sighed, trying not to focus on how sweaty his hands were getting. 

“I know.” You smirked. 

“Where are we going?” 

“You said you trust me, right?” 

“Yes,” 

“Then don’t stop now.” 

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Pack Tactics (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Couple, Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2896 words

Summary: You are in a wonderful relationship with your sweet partner, Gray. But this far into the relationship, you’ve yet to tell him you have no intentions ever of having kids. You can’t help but wonder, how will your child-loving werewolf boyfriend will react?

Request: I live for very specific comfort! No pressure if this doesn’t inspire you or if you just don’t want to write it obvi.... but could I have a f!reader x m!werewolf where the reader is 100% sure she doesn’t want to have kids ever never ever in any capacity and is worried about how her werewolf bf is going to react, worried she’ll be dumped or something (ya know cause idk I feel like werewolves are built with a breeding kink and like into the whole having a lot of pups) there can be smut if you want!! I love me some dramatic angst comfort :)))))))

A/N: Sorry this took so long y’all, school and stuff has been kicking my ass. But writing this sweet little fic has been a nice reprieve from my work. Hope you enjoy!

“Alright, I’ll get the chicken, the asparagus, and the pasta. You’ve got the wine and the dessert?”

“Sure thing.”

The two of you nod, Gray stepping away from the grocery cart before you call out to him.

“And not one of those huge tubs of ice cream.”

Gray emits a dramatic whine, pouting.

“But the big one is 25 cents cheaper than those little pints. It’s practically free!”

You furrow your brow and pat him on the shoulder.

“Not if we don’t finish them, they aren’t. Now go.” Gray rolls his eyes, clutching his heart and throwing his head back. You playfully push him, walking away with the grocery cart and towards the deli section. You can see the top of Gray’s wild brown hair as he moves into the next aisle, his 6’5” form towering over all the little old ladies who usually crowd the store.

You’re browsing the chicken, trying to decide between 2 breasts or a full rotisserie, when a familiar sound reaches you.

“Oh! If it isn’t ____.” You forcibly paint a smile, fingers automatically clenched around the stellafoam package as you turn to see your next door neighbor Mrs. Star. Her teased, bleached blonde hair teeters on top of her head, bobbing back and forth with the clack of her neon blue heels. While you can respect the 60-year old for digging her feet in and refusing to update her wardrobe from the 80’s, her pension for gossip is a little less admirable. “Shocked to see you out and about, what with that big ol boyfriend of yours.” She says, blue eyeshadow crinkling into a wink and nudging you with your elbow. You wheeze a bit, quickly covering it with a laugh. “Back in our honeymoon phase, Richard and I barely left the bedroom. And he was half-way balding back then, not the babe-a-rama you got going over there.” Mrs. Star’s laugh reaches a pitch almost too high for your human ears to pick up, maybe even giving Gray 2 aisles over a headache.

“Well, y’know, gotta keep our energy up.” You wince, immediately berating yourself for that comment. Mrs. Star throws her hand up in a “oh, you” gesture, letting out another half-whistle half-screeching chuckle.

“Oh I do, honey, I do.” She sends you another dramatic wink, which you return with a shaky smile. The corner of your cart bumps into hers as you begin walking along the meat aisle, trying to forcibly end this interaction. But Mrs. Star pulls off an impressive turn with her cart and strolls alongside you. She does little to hide her wandering eyes, trying to piece together any juicy info from your groceries. “So, are you two trying for kids yet?”

The wheels squeal to a sudden stop, forcing you to choke on your saliva as the shopping cart’s handle digs into your stomach. You keep your gaze locked on the frozen steaks  and turkeys, already way past the chicken you meant to grab.

“Uhhh, no. We’re not really in the phase of our relationship yet.”

Mrs. Star clicks her tongue, pressing her hand to her chest in a show of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, dearie. Old habits you see, whenever a new couple moves in together I assume they’re halfway to the wedding already. You young kids like to take it slow, huh?”

You nod, hastily grabbing a package of buffalo wings, hoping for an excuse to escape this conversation.

Mrs. Star continues to walk by you, her cart blocking off any convenient means to leave unless you significantly pick up her speed. Her eyes glance over the sweats sat in a display in the center of the aisle, humming a small tune.

The end of the aisle is approaching, you’re almost home free! You ready your feet to book it with an excuse, but Mrs. Star clears her throat and begins to speak.

“Now dearie, I don’t mean to pry-”

What do you call these last 3 minutes, Star?

“But I’d at least pop on a ring on that finger soon. Someday someone’s going to snatch that boy up like a piece of meat, saying all the right things. Men got all those suspicions about over-the-hill pregnancies, his eyes might start wandering. That’s how my first divorce went, so I should know.”

You pull your cart to a stop, breathe catching as you look at Mrs. Star, shocked. You can handle some inappropriate questions, but to question your boyfriend’s loyalty and insulting your relationship is crossing another line. Your brows furrow with a simmering anger, your cheeks heating up as you're ready to let loose.

“Well, Mrs. Star, if you must know I have the most wonderful boyfriend on this side of the planet, and unlike your deadbeat first husband, he’s as loyal as they can be.” Mrs. Star looks at you, eyes widened and right hand halfway to grab a pack of oreos. You huff, pushing your cart away from hers and towards the cash register. Right before you leave her sight, you turn back to her with a simpering smirk. “Have a great day, Mrs. Star!”

Your heart is heaving with anger, prepping a rant to Gray about the horrible interaction you just had. On the other side of the store, you spot Gray, his curly hair all tussled, holding a large Rosé and a package of ice cream sandwiches. Just the sight of his back calms you a bit, excited for some delicious food and late-night cuddles. You jog a little towards him, but slow down when you see him crouch down, looking at something hidden from your sight.

You turn your shopping cart slightly, trying to peer behind his massive form, and freeze.

Gray’s sticking out his tongue, pushing up his nose, and making many more silly gestures to a baby in a stroller. The baby laughs, it’s chubby cheeks bright red as Gray blows another raspberry, thrashing its arms up and down with joy. The dad is laughing at Gray’s antics, leaning down and patting his kid on the head.

Gray promptly stands up, sending another big smile to the kid, before waving goodbye. The six-month-old waves back, uncoordinated and decidedly adorable. Gray laughs, turning away and walking towards you.

Your feet feel cemented to the floor, heart down in your stomach.

He’s a natural, you think, nausea building up in your throat.

Gray was the oldest of eight, not a large number for a werewolf family. You adored them, and they you, but Gray had a way of dealing with his youngest siblings. Whether it was letting them climb all over him like a jungle gym, or attending imaginary tea parties, Gray was a pro. He was the guy to cram himself into a tiny chair at the kids table, eating tiny cookies and cracking jokes. ‘Dad’ seemed to be stamped into his very being, the cuddly werewolf with a love of children. He’s any mother-in-law’s dream.

But all those sweet things turn sour when you think about what Mrs. Star said. Gray, moving on without you.

Gray’s eyes light up when he sees your cart, jogging over and holding up the bottle of wine like a prize.

“Hey!” He says, quickly sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek. “I got your favorite, and those delicious mint-chocolate sandwiches.”

His happy voice and comforting touch help abate whatever it is your feeling, but the way Gray’s brow furrows tells you your  discomfort is present in your eyes. “Is everything okay?” His large hand comes up and rubs your shoulder. You give him a shaky smile, fighting away negative thoughts with a bat.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Wet fur presses up against your bare neck as you lazily stir the boiling water, Gray’s shifted muzzle now snug in the crook of your shoulder, the white flecks across his dark fur peeking into your periphery. Your free hand instinctively goes back to scratch between his ears, causing him to let out a satisfied huff, hot air blowing across your chest.

“That smells good baby.”

“It’s just salt and water Gray. The pasta’s barely al dente.”

Gray laughs, turning his head  slightly so he can press a small kiss onto your cheek.

“You could make even that taste delicious, ____”

You dramatically roll your eyes, pushing away his chin as he continues to peck and nip at your neck. After showering Gray always made sure to rub in some cherry-blossom leave-in conditioner into his fur. The artificial perfumes just lightly touch your senses, but the mental connection they have to Gray make them smell that much sweeter. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips, patting his shoulder once more.

“Do you mind setting the table? Maybe get started on those messy dishes?”

“No problem.” Gray mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you and tugging up the towel that hangs loose on his hips. He barely needs to reach for your fancy plates on the top shelf, his chest muscles flexing and bicep taut. Even with his thick fur, you can see the bone of his clavicle which accentuates his long neck.

God, he’s so hot.

You think, smirking a bit as you continue stirring.

And all mine.

You hum, but the cheery mood you’re in quickly sours once you remember your conversation with Mrs. Star. That small seed of doubt seems to grow and leech from your chest.

2 years into this relationship and the two of you have only danced around the conversation of the future. You of course had agreed on living together, what your career paths looked like, even the potential of getting married in a couple years, but never kids. As two 20-somethings, you felt like you had all the time in the world.

But the thing was, you didn’t really need all the time in the world.

You didn't want kids. Even with your family or your neighbors needing that your opinion “might change some day,” you were confident in that decision. Not that you hated them, you just could never picture yourself being a mom. A fun aunt, maybe, but never a mom. It wasn’t even a point of contention in your own mind; The picture of you, your partner, and maybe a couple of pets thriving into your elders was bliss enough.

You sneak a glance to Gray, now clothed and back turned to you as he sets the table. He’s diligently folding the napkins into  fun shapes, a ritual he does every date night. From the hole in his jeans you can see his tail wagging, content as he hums to the low radio playing on the window sill.

A smile crawls onto your face, a small giggle escaping you as you watch Gray’s hips bob to the beat, silently mouthing the words. You snort as he does a dramatic little shoulder shift, Gray’s head whipping back towards the kitchen as you throw your hand over your mouth.

“What, don't you like my moves?” Gray says, shimmering his shoulders again, a large grin across his face.

“They could use some work, Kevin Bacon.” Gray clutches his chest, throwing his head back in mock pain.

“You wound me. After all these years, you would cut me so deep?”

“Sure would.” You turn back towards the simmering pasta, setting the wooden spoon on the rim and brushing your hands on your jeans. “Oof!” You squeak as you yanked away, Gray wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling you in a stumbling circle.

“And how ‘bout now, m’lady?” Gray simpers, eyebrow cocked. Your hands slap his chest as you laugh. He lets your feet back down on the floor, but keeps his arms locked around your waist. The two of you slow dance to the beat, and when the chorus hits, Gray gives his worst rendition possible. You bemoan and feign plugging your ears, but find yourself singing along anyway.

Everything about Gray is warm and bright, from his goofy grin to his excitable tail to his two left feet. He adds that pep of energy to your daily routine, pulling you out of an exhausting cycle for a quick jog to the beach or an episode of your favorite drama. Gray fills out all of those little spaces, makes them a little less gray.

Your head rests against his chest, feeling the fur through the fabric of his t-shirt as the two of you sway back and forth.

You want it to stay this way.

But that pestering weed squeezes your heart again, forcing images of Gray with a kid on his shoulders. Showing up to little-league football games with a big cooler and a “#1 dad” T-shirt. All those little moments, all without you.

You can’t fight the deep sigh, pressing your face even deeper into Gray.

Just let me have this. Just this moment, just for now.

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“Ugh, I think my stomach is going to explode from excess-pasta.”

Gray huffs, laying his head on your lap as the two of you slump onto the couch. His tail wags lazily, flickering back and forth as his legs swing over the coach's side, his long torso bunched up as he curls into you. The fur of his head is soft as you twist your fingers into it. “But I gotta say, what a way to go out.”

You giggle, losing your thoughts in his soft fur. Gray lets out another deep breath, nuzzling his face into your hand. You brush over his cheek with your  thumb, admiring the cheekbone you feel just underneath.

But that burning question refuses to leave your mind, and you ask it without even thinking.

“Do you want kids, Gray?”

Gray’s eye’s stay closes, his posture relaxed as he sinks into your massaging fingers.

“Hmmm, maybe. Never really thought too much about it. Why?”

Your throat dries up, mind reeling. It wasn’t even a definitive yes, but your heart is still reeling. Your fingers pause and Gray's eyes open. He shifts his head when he sees the look on your face, concerned. “Babe?”

You nod, eyes still wide, trying to fight off the inklings of a panic attack. Gray pushes himself up on his elbows, paw quickly coming to caress your cheek. “Baby, is everything alright?”

You find the energy to breathe, and suck in deeply. Your heart begins to slow down as you look into Gray’s yellow wolf eyes. You dig your cheek into his large palm, smelling the perfume of his conditioner.

“Yes, sorry, I just-” You pause, taking another deep breath. “I ran into Mrs. Star in the grocery store, and-I’m sorry I’m overthinking things.” You mutter, patting yourself  on the cheek as to snap yourself out of your mood. Grays other hand rubs the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Did she say something?”

“No-Well, yes. It’s silly, typical Star things. She just brought up how ‘ought to get started having kids, and it just-” You let out a shaky sigh, pulling away Gray’s hand with your own and looking him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to have kids, ever.”

In Gray’s eyes, you expect to….something. Confusion, disappointment, maybe? But instead, all you see is relief. Gray rests his paw on your thigh, squeezing it.

“_____, is that what you’ve been worrying about?” You nod, throwing your eyes back down, but Gray tilts your chin towards him. “If you don’t want kids, we won’t have kids. Simple as that.”

Your eyes widen and you pull your face back.

“Seriously? But-what if-”

“____, I grew up with eight siblings. I’m going to have to deal with more nieces and nephews then I can count on my fingers and my toes, I think I can handle not having kids.”

A weight lifts off of your chest and you slump forward into Gray, pressing your forehead against his clavicles as you let out a long, relieved sigh. He laughs, patting your back and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this all day, I didn’t even realize you were so upset.”

You slap his chest, letting out another frustrated sigh. With him? No, but yourself, and Mrs. Star, for stirring up nightmares for no damn good reason.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for being so paranoid.” You press your chin up, pouty lips admiring your boyfriend's face. “I’m sorry for freaking out. She really got me into my own head.”

“No apologies needed baby.” Gray says, giving you a small peck. You send him a cheesy smile, chasing after his lips with a couple of small kisses. A low rumble growls out from his chest as you nip at his jawline. Behind him, you hear his tail begin to hump on the floor.

“Hmm, does that mean you feel better?” You nod, pressing another kiss into his pulse point.

“Yes, thank you for letting me get that out.” Another kiss, now on his Adam’s apple.

“Welp,” Gray says, quickly adjusting himself. In another second, you yelp as he picks you up by your butt, legs quickly wrapping around his waist, “Let’s give Mrs. Star something to talk about, hmm?”

You throw your head back with a laugh, clinging tight to his chest as Gray blows a raspberry into your neck. “That good with you, my lady?”

You nod, giving him another kiss on the lips as he carries you off into the bedroom.

Yeah, you have it good.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

could you do 60 + 72 from the fluff/angst list for our boy Will? i just think he needs someone to hug him

A/N: I volunteer to be the one to hug Will Miller because I love him. Thank you for indulging me with my sweet baby Will. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! 

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller and Reader

Warnings: Some language, mentions of a fight, hospital, concussion. 

My Masterlist 

Forever 

Prompts: “You look like you could use a hug.” & “You need sleep.”

Frankie hands you a beer and slides into the seat next to you. The roar of the crowd is almost deafening, and you grimace at the acidic taste sliding down your throat. “Benny’s up next!” Frankie shouts, and you give him a thumbs up. Tom comes running in a few minutes later and takes the seat on your other side. 

“Hey, did I miss him?” You shake your head no and pass him the pathetic excuse for alcohol, and he chugs it down, smiling in thanks. You hate going to Benny’s fights. The blood, noise, and scent of sweat in the air make you sick. 

“Here he comes!” Tom shouts, and you all rise to your feet as the music blares through the speakers, and Benny comes bouncing down the aisle on the balls of his feet and throwing punches, the stark red shorts a contrast against his white skin. In a black hoodie walking steadily are his brother and the object of your affection Will Miller. 

Fuck, you were in love with him. The baby blue eyes twinkle at you, and if you weren’t in public, you would melt to a puddle on the floor at the slight curve of his lips. But he wasn’t yours to love, and that broke a little piece of your heart every Saturday when you came to these fights. But, you didn’t have the heart to stay away. 

You watch a burly beast of a man come out the other end, and your fists clench. You’d gone to enough of these stupid things to know this is an unfair match up. The beast had at least twenty pounds on Benny, and you turn to Will, who clenches his jaw. 

“How the fuck is Benny going to beat that?” you shout at Frankie, who puts a comforting arm around your shoulder. 

“I don’t know if he is shortstop,” you glare at him over the nickname, but he just laughs and takes another sip of his beer, “Or maybe Ben will get lucky.” 

Tom leans over,  “Fish, do you see that guy? He’s basically a gorilla; Ben’s going to get crushed!” Frankie flips him off and turns to the fight. 

It’s almost painful to watch, but Tom is correct; Benny gets fucking crushed. The blood splatters across the mat, and you cringe as the man keeps hitting Benny over and over. It takes two referees and the guy’s trainer to pull him off, and Will has to drag Ben over to the corner and the medics. 

Frankie, Tom, and you help get Benny out to the truck and the hospital. When they see the state he’s in, they admit him instantly. Tom and Frankie both have families and have to be getting home, so you stay to wait for Will and Ben. Hours you sit in the hard plastic chairs of the waiting room. Your back contorted in a variety of positions as you wait. 

The sliding glass doors open, and an exhausted Will finally emerges. His eyes have dark circles, and his hair is mused from running his hands through it so many times. You rise slowly and walk over to him, and he looks almost surprised to see you.

“You stayed,” he lets out a breath, and you nod. 

“Of course I did; I thought you might need some help getting Ben home.” He shakes his head before letting out a long sigh. 

“He’s not coming home tonight; they are keeping him for observation. He’s got a pretty nasty concussion. He was going to argue with them, but they knocked him out. Thank god too, because he would not shut up.” You both let out a small chuckle, and he turns his keys in his hand. “Did you drive here?” 

“No, I uh caught a ride with Frankie. I was just going to uber home after I helped you.” 

“Well, come on then, I’ll give you a lift home.” He leads you outside, and the whip of cold air causes you to shiver. A minute later, his warm outer coat is over your shoulders, and you let out a small thank you. You’re enveloped in his scent of clean linen and sandalwood. His hand is burning a hole in your back as he presses lightly against it. 

When your both safe inside the cab, he turns up the heat and reaches for your hands rubbing them between his own to warm them. The sparks of electricity send pulses up your arm,s and you do your best not to tremble. “Are you warm enough?” his voice is so low, and dee,p and you can only nod. 

He lets go and pulls out, heading to your house. You exchange some small talk, but it’s clear his thoughts are with Ben back at the hospital. It feels like no time at all, and he’s pulling into your driveway. You don’t want to go, but you don’t have a good excuse to stay. But he surprises you when he turns off the truck and gets out. 

You watch him walk around the truck and open your door, reaching a hand out for you. The sparks return when your hands connect, and this time he doesn’t let go, leading you to the front door. He takes both your hands in his and gazes down at you. “Thank you for tonight. I didn’t know how much I needed someone to be waiting until I got out there and saw you. You’ve always been there for me.” 

“Well, that’s what friends are for, right?” He nods and lets out a small huff. 

“Yeah, friends, right.” His eyes cast down, and he looks disappointed and hurt. 

“Will?” he looks at you, “you look like you could use a hug.” He nods, and you pull him close to your chest. His hands are coming up beneath his jacket and resting against the thin fabric of your t-shirt. His head comes to your neck and burrows against your throat, taking deep breaths. 

“You smell so good,” he mumbles and pulls you tighter, almost to discomfort, but you wouldn’t dare let go now. “So soft and warm. Fuck, I’m in love with you.” You tense, and he freezes, his hands stilling on your back. 

You pull away and look up at him, “What did you just say?” He runs a hand over his face and turns away towards his truck like he wants to run, but you grab his arm and turn him to face you. “Please! Please don’t run away. Just tell me the truth, did you mean it?” 

He looks at the tears pooling in your eyes, and he moves back to you faster than an average person should be able to move. Cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours, “Yes,” he whispers, and you feel elated, “Yes, I am so in love with you.” 

You move forward and kiss him softly, exploring the warmth of his lips. He takes his time and presses several more kisses to your lips. His hands are dropping to your neck, and brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. When you pull away, his eyes open, and you look into those baby blues you love and tell him you love him too. His eyes are brimming with tears, and you move to brush them away. You understand how big it is for him to love after his fiance left him. 

“You need sleep,” you whisper, and he nods, “Would you like to stay the night?” 

“I want to do this right, take you on a date-” 

You interrupt him, “I said sleep, not sex. We have all the time in the world for that. But right now, you are exhausted, and I would feel much better with you warm and in my bed than home alone worrying about Ben.” 

“You know me so well,” he lets out a laugh, and you smile, turning to unlock the door and lead him inside. 

“I better. I’ve been in love with you for two years.” 

“Two years...all that time we wasted. I’ve loved you just as long.” 

“Well, let’s not waste another second of our forever.” 

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[fanfic-scribbles]

Smile

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Bucky gives you some reasons to smile.

Quick facts: Romance – Bucky Barnes/Reader – Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, puns, cheesy jokes, so cheesy

Words: 3344

A/N: I’m going to admit it upfront, about 40 percent of the time spent on this fic was spent on writing it. The other 60 percent was spent on finding the jokes. Also, this story is semi-inspired by the fact that my face is not nearly as expressive as it feels (I basically look like the polite cat meme when I really try and I can’t do it for long before my face hurts too much) so this goes out to other people who get accused of resting bitch/asshole face. And get written up for it. Anyway, please enjoy this goofy little Bucky/Reader get together.

  ~

‘How do you make a tissue dance?’

‘Put a little boogie in it.’

Bucky snorts and coughs when he accidentally breathes coffee instead of air. ‘That’s disgusting,’ he texts back but Sam just replies with an obnoxious smiling face. Bucky shakes his head and goes back to his coffee. It’s actually not so terrible today.

He doesn’t hang out in a dive, but this coffee shop is a type of quiet he almost never sees in the city. It’s too far from the tourism path for convenience and just outside the neighborhood purview where there are many other local (better) favorites. It’s clean enough and decently sized, but it’s decorated like it was supposed to be trendy ten years ago and the place is barely staffed, to match its perpetually nigh-empty interior. There was a short-lived attempt at hiring another person, but after a ridiculous amount of turnover the owners, or whoever, apparently cut their losses and the only constants that remain are Bucky, the lone customer, you, the person actually working the counter, and your manager.

You’re nice. You always speak kindly to Bucky and, when you think you can sneak it, upsize his cup without comment or charge. Also, one time when his glove broke and slipped off, you hadn’t even commented on the arm; you’d even helped him stop panicking enough to see it hadn’t gone far and helped secure it temporarily with a rubber band.

Your manager, meanwhile, is a dick who glares at Bucky and once made a snide comment about him leaning too close to the register, and only talks to you in demanding barks. Like now– but the five minute “hushed” conversation is winding down and soon it will be safe for Bucky to go get his refill.

“I’m writing you up,” the manager says.

You jerk back in shock. “For not smiling enough?”

“It’s what we got marked down for, it’s what’s going on your record,” he says, turns on his heel, and retreats into the back to do jack shit. Bucky glares at his back as he goes. His harsh expression turns to a milder frown when he looks at you, hunched over and staring at the counter with a dead expression on your face.

He looks at his phone, looks at his empty coffee cup, and makes a quick decision.

“Can I get a refill?” he asks when he’s in front of you, startling you out of your stagnant misery. You look up at Bucky and after a second force an unnatural smile on your face. He winces on your behalf.

“Of course,” you say softly, and turn to refill the cup.

When you hand it back to him Bucky shuffles, hesitates, but finally asks, “Why are colds bad criminals?”

You blink. “Uh…why?”

“Because they’re easy to catch.”

You blink again, and then let out a startled laugh. Bucky smiles slightly at the sound, and smiles more at the more natural, smaller turn of your lips as you say, “That’s…that’s a good one.”

“It’s pretty terrible.”

“All the best ones are,” you say, and the door chimes making Bucky break away. But as he watches you talk to the delivery man like normal he nods to himself. He leaves with his coffee to start the day and fires a quick text to Sam: ‘Where do you get your dumb jokes?’

~

The next day when the door chimes and you see your one regular customer, you let yourself smile a lot more naturally than you have been. Your face is starting to hurt and your boss is probably napping in the back, so you take the chance to relax.

“Hi,” you say. “The usual?”

“Please,” he says, polite as ever as he hands you exact change and you go to fix his cup. When you bring it back he asks, “What did the fish say when he swam into a wall?”

“What?”

“Dam.”

You giggle despite yourself. Bucky’s smile is small and guarded, but you haven’t had a moment yet where you haven’t been grateful to see it. Maybe this ‘smiling’ business is all it’s cracked up to be. If only it didn’t hurt your cheeks so much.

But as he tips his cup to you and goes to his favorite corner, you find you don’t mind the ache as much.

~

Every time he comes in now, he brings a new joke.

“What do you call a fake noodle?”

“An im-pasta.”

“What does a clock do when it’s hungry?”

“It goes back four seconds.”

“Why did the bike fall over?”

“It was two tired.”

The delivery is fairly flat but there’s always at least the hint of a smile and, you don’t know, it might be his absolute seriousness that sells it, because every one of them raises your spirits. You don’t know why he’s suddenly telling you jokes. For anyone else you might think they’re flirting, but you don’t get that impression here. He’s handsome, always looks put-together in quality clothes even if they seem picked for comfort over anything else, and even before this he has always been unfailingly polite. If he wants someone, he has to have someone just as lovely. Right?

You can’t help but think about it even after he comes back. And the wonderfully terrible jokes, thankfully, don’t stop.

“Why did the mushroom go to the party?”

You keep pouring the coffee while you ponder an answer. “I don’t know,” you decide and lift your head as you hand Bucky his drink.

The way he smiles is very fetching– not quite a smirk, it’s a little too unsure for that, but it tilts up to the side and gives him a boyish charm that would make anyone weak in the knees. “Because he was a fungi.”

It makes a smile big enough for you to feel, but considering how self-conscious you are now you quickly tell him, “I liked that.”

“I know,” he says. “You smiled.”

“You can tell?” Maybe you aren’t as bad off as you thought. Or maybe he’s just being nice. But he seems honest, and he nods decisively.

“I get not being the most…expressive.” He shrugs. “But anyone can still see it, if they look.”

The implication that he cares enough to look stuns you both to silence. He ducks his head shyly and lifts his coffee cup in thanks before retreating to his corner. When you finally have working vocal cords again you say, “Have a nice day.” It might be the first time you’ve ever really meant it.

~

“What’s the opposite of coffee?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and narrow in quick succession as he goes from surprise to contemplation. He weighs your question with all the dramatic seriousness you could hope for before he says, “I don’t know. What is the opposite of coffee?”

You grin when you say, “Sneezy.”

His smile is bright and he nods his head. “Not bad, not bad.” He leans on the counter, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him. It’s…shockingly warming. You have to remind yourself not to get too close. He showed up out of the blue and he can be gone just as quickly. Just because he’s nice doesn’t mean he has any attachment here. In fact, you hope he doesn’t– you’d question his sanity otherwise. “Why did Mozart hate chickens?”

“I don’t know,” you say, eager to hear the answer.

“Because when he asked them for their favorite composer, they said, “Bach! Bach! Bach!’”

You laugh– that is, of course, when your supervisor pokes his head out of the back and scowls at you. He should be happy that you’re ‘smiling enough’ but you know full well anything you do is never going to be good. You freeze whatever expression is on your face as Bucky’s mood darkens and your heart sinks. “Enjoy your coffee,” you say, infusing meaning into every word. That ekes out a small imitation of a smile as Bucky raises his cup and goes to his seat.

Your supervisor starts to stalk over to you but you are saved by the sudden ringing of a phone, and he blessedly turns on his heel and goes to answer.

You sigh and start cleaning up the counter. Bucky is in his corner, hunched over and quiet as usual. He looks fine, but you feel bad for the interruption, even though you get the impression he understands. Still, this is one nice thing you’ve had in this otherwise miserable job and you’re not going to lose yet one more good person to your superior’s shitty attitude.

You push out a roll of receipt paper, scribble ‘Why did the espresso keep checking his watch?’ on it, and stick it in your apron. You walk over to wipe down an untouched table and, before heading back, make a little detour to drop it next to Bucky’s arm. He grabs the paper as you’re scooting away (plausible deniability in case your boss comes out) but it isn’t until you’re back behind the counter that you realize what that just looked like. Does he think you just dropped your number? He hasn’t opened it yet. Is he trying to figure out a way to let you down? You suddenly regret playing into this so much; he was just trying to be nice, he probably didn’t expect you to latch onto it so–

He opens the paper, reads it, and shoots you a little smirk. You breathe a sigh of relief and mindlessly wipe things down and rearrange well-organized creamers and straws until Bucky comes up for his customary pre-leaving refill. You’re a little disheartened it’s that time already, but it means you’re that much closer to the end of your shift, at least.

“Why?” Bucky asks quietly. It takes you a second before you remember the receipt paper and you surreptitiously check the back to see the door is closed.

“Because he was pressed for time,” you say quietly as you hand back his cup.

He chuckles. “I like it,” he says and takes a sip. “Thanks,” he adds as expected, but then he winks and you…you just stare at him as he leaves.

Should you have dropped your number?

~

A few days later, Bucky is caught off his guard and pays for it.

“What’s this?”

Bucky doesn’t get to his coffee cup fast enough and Sam snatches it and reads. “Sam,” Bucky grumbles but there it is, Sam’s eyes go wide and he turns that stare on Bucky. “Don’t look at me like that,” Bucky snaps and snatches his drink back.

“You’ve been using my jokes to hit on a dorky barista?” Sam asks and follows him across the room.

“I’ve been using jokes from the site you steal yours from to share with the nice woman who makes my coffee,” Bucky says and sits in a chair. He never stays for Sam’s group VA sessions and he should have left sooner, damn it. “I wouldn’t use yours. They’re gross.”

“Potentially inappropriate for a lady,” Sam says. Bucky opens his mouth to argue but, no, that’s exactly it, even though Sam’s tone implies something completely different from what Bucky would have said. “What’s her name?”

“Bucky?”

Steve has never been more of an actual hero to Bucky than he is right now. Right on time to walk back home with Bucky, Steve wanders in, sees the two of them, and stops. “Oh, should I…”

“Let’s g–” Bucky is immediately stopped by Sam’s hand on his shoulder.

“Bucky’s got his eyes on someone,” Sam says, immediately centering himself as Bucky’s most hated arch-nemesis.

…Okay, maybe not, but if Bucky didn’t have real problems he would be.

“I do not,” Bucky grumbles, because he knows it’s pointless and Steve is immediately sitting in front of them and leaning in like he’s the last girl at the sleepover.

“Really Buck? That’s great!” Steve says. “Have you…are you going to make a move?”

“No,” Bucky says and quickly runs down the situation, hoping that it will clear things up but knowing his friends too well. Indeed, Sam and Steve share smirks before looking at him again.

“You’re a real hero,” Sam says, only partly joking.

“I hate you,” Bucky says, ducking his head down. He doesn’t really blush anymore, if he ever did, but the motion is instinctive.

“You don’t.”

“I wish I did.”

Steve grins, as does Sam, and Bucky wants to duck into a hole. Goddamn mother hens, they’re going to want to–

“Should we come by?” Sam asks and leans back in his chair. “Be real wingmen?”

“No,” Bucky says, harsher than he means to. Sam and Steve don’t look bothered– they’ve weathered worse emotional snaps than that– but they wait for him to explain and Bucky doesn’t know if he can. Because what if this is leading to something? Is he ready for that? He thinks he might like you, but would he be okay putting in the effort of getting to know you? What if he can’t handle it? What if Steve and Sam walk in and they’re all you see? Both of them are plenty distracting, and charming, while Bucky can hardly put one foot in front of the other, some days. And what if this isn’t leading to anything, you’re just nice, and it’s nice, but Sam and Steve find out and look at him with all the pity they can muster?

“I just…want to see it through. On my own. Whatever this is.” ‘Or could be’ he leaves unspoken, because hoping for anything still feels like too much.

“Okay,” Sam says first, because of course he does, but Steve nods along quickly. It’s enough to make Bucky exhale deeply and relax muscles he didn’t know he had tensed. He rolls his eyes and stands up to cover for it.

“You’ll keep us updated though, right?” Sam asks, an easy grin on his face as he lounges in the chair.

“Like I’ll be able to avoid it,” Bucky mutters, finishes his drink, and lets Sam know they’re okay by throwing the empty cup at his head.

~

The fact that you’re running out of coffee-related jokes is stressing you out. You wanted to keep on theme but too many more days of this and you’ll be scouring the internet for whatever jokes Bucky hasn’t used yet. There are some coffee-related puns, but…the ones you like carry a romantic hint to them, and you were hoping to save those in case Bucky showed any interest. So far you haven’t picked up on anything, but you’re also very oblivious, and your roommate thinks you’re an idiot and he’s obviously into you.

But he might not be.

You do what you’ve been doing since your boss snarked at you about flirting on the clock and get Bucky’s cup ready with maybe your favorite joke.

‘How did the hipster burn his tongue?

He drank his coffee before it was cool.’

And smile proudly at it. Your small handwriting is getting better– Bucky barely has to squint at it this time, and he gives you a conspirator’s smile when he slides his twenty-dollar bill across the counter at you, with the neatest print writing along the margins.

‘What do you call an alligator detective?

An investi-gator.’

It’s cute and you snicker to yourself as you gather his change and place it gently in his gloved hand. He doesn’t retreat to his corner right away, though, and shuffles in place. “I was…I just wanted to say…” But then his eyes glance to your side and his face freezes in an unfortunately familiar way. “Thank you for the coffee,” he says woodenly and raises his cup just so.

“Of course. Have a nice day,” you say as robotically as possible and watch him go. Your supervisor clears his throat pointedly and you pretend like the place isn’t as clean as it was since the last time you went around. But now you’re thinking. About how awkward Bucky looked, and how he mentioned wanting to say something…maybe…maybe he is open. To you. Potentially.

Tomorrow, you decide with a thrill of nauseating adrenaline. Tomorrow you’re going to bring it up.

~

The next day you arrive at the shop at your usual time in the pre-dawn cold only to find an extra padlock on the door and a note in the window.

You stare, dumbfounded, and read the note. You read it again. And again.

‘Out of Business.’

But nobody called you.

You immediately grab your phone and dial your supervisor’s number. When he doesn’t pick up you call it again because this cannot be real. The job was shit but it was a job, and you knew what to expect, and you’ll never see Bucky again, will you?

It takes almost half an hour for the asshole to pick up– or maybe more, as the sun is starting to show up– and upon answering, he snaps, “What?!”

“What happened?” you ask, just as unkindly.

Your boss grumbles unintelligibly but you wait. “Did you see the sign?”

“I was working yesterday; no one mentioned anything about this.”

“Corporate called last night.” He yawns loudly. “I tried to call you.”

That’s a lie if you’ve ever heard one, but your tongue gets tripped up in anger and he says, “Sorry but there’s no room at the other branches for you, your last check is in the mail,” and hangs up.

You stand there for a while, trying to blink away tears at the sudden upheaval of your life. You should have found a replacement job while you had a chance. You should have asked your co-workers where they were going. You should have given Bucky your number.

You stand there for a little while, debating spending money you shouldn’t on a nice breakfast to wallow in, when the sound of footsteps coming up behind you makes you turn around.

“Oh, Bucky,” you say and rub your face. You think you’ve managed to hold it in, but it’s chilly and any exposed skin feels frozen.

“What’s going on?” he asks and peers around you at the note.

“Um…” You gesture uselessly. “Apparently this location is no longer in business. Just found out.”

Bucky’s jaw drops. “That asshole didn’t even call you?!”

The amount of anger on your behalf startles you. Startles both of you, actually, but just as he’s about to say something you laugh and say, “At least that asshole isn’t my problem anymore.” You sigh. You have savings, and the other job, and there’s always some other crappy job waiting for someone like you. But there’s something here that won’t be, and you pull out your phone and start typing. “Um…Bucky…there’s something I wanted to say to you. But it’s hard to say.”

“Okay?” he asks. You squeeze your eyes tight, brace yourself for impending rejection, and hold out your phone.

‘I like you a latte,’ followed by your phone number, hopefully gets the point across. After a few seconds your phone buzzes and you jump and bring it back, hoping no one texted you anything terrible while Bucky was staring at your phone.

It’s a new number, and the text reads, ‘It’s hard to espresso my feelings for you.’

You look up at him and he’s smiling, mouth parted slightly, and you start smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. But it’s okay. “I only had two more coffee jokes left before that line,” you confess and save his name to his number.

“Maybe you can tell them to me over breakfast? My treat,” he says and extends his arm.

You don’t even have to think about it. “Your treat this time,” you say, and link your arm with his. “In return, I’m going to show you where to get some good coffee.”

“Oh I don’t know,” he smirks at you. “The last place had its perks.”

Lacking a good comeback, you push your face into his shoulder to muffle your laughter. He leans into you, and doesn’t pull away even when you’ve gotten under control.

It’s the beginning of a brew-tiful relationship.

[countessren]

STAR WARS DIALOGUE PROMPTS

1. “You can’t always do everything on your own”

2. “That’s not how the force works”

3. “Everything I have built, and you would dare to betray me?”

4. “Don’t look at me like that”

5. “How very romantic of you” “I try my best, sweetheart”

6. “Are you capable of saying more than one word?”

7. “Let’s make a deal” “No thank you, I prefer living”

8. “Don’t do this”

9. “You’re more than a man behind a mask you know”

10. “Could you give me a hand?” “I could, but will I?”

11. “You don’t know me”

12. “I love you” “I know”

13. “Give me one good reason why I should trust you”

14. “I would do anything for you, you know that right?”

15. “Can you stay, please?” “Of course”

16. “You can’t be serious right? You expect me to do the impossible”

17. “I need more than one drink to put up with your crap”

18. “We are stranded here together, so we may as well work together to get off this rock alive”

19. “I’m too tired to deal with all your negativity”

20. “Who did this to you?”

21. “What do you mean that ‘you broke the ship’?”

22. “In this profession, you get used to people leaving you”

23. “Why are you so insistent on me wearing this?”

24. “You need to sleep”

25. “Don’t. Move.”

26. “Don’t you die on me”

27. “I’m sorry...I’m so, so sorry”

28. “I know you hate me, but this is taking it too far”

29. “I don’t care what you think of me, I only care about what others would think of us”

30. “I want you to promise me that you will come back to me alive” “You know me, I’ll try”

31. “Stay close to me”

32. “If we get caught, just know that I will blame you”

33. “You are mine and mine only, understand?”

34. “Move” “Make me”

35. “You will regret ever hurting her, that I promise you”

36. “You never cared about me before, so why start caring now?” “...because I love you”

37. “Give me a chance to make it up to you” “I did, and you blew it”

38. “Why should I trust you” “Because I just saved your life, and showing some respect would be nice”

39. “You’re injured” “I’m fine”

40. “Tell me something, why is it that you always come to me to fix your problems?”

41. “H-Help me...please”

42. “I can’t...you’re asking too much of me”

43. “If there is one thing I have learned, it’s that you don’t underestimate me”

44. “If you move that blaster an inch closer to my face you are going to lose that hand”

45. “If you don’t let her go right now, I swear I will break every bone in your body”

46. “My life would be so much harder without you”

47. “You almost died, you...you stopped breathing”

48. “If we are going to work together, can you at least have more than a one-word conversation with me?” “No”

49. “I can’t let you do this alone”

50. “Thank you for opening up to me, I’m proud of you”

51. “Tell me what to do” “Don’t leave me”

52. “I’ve definitely seen more stranger things than this”

53. “Don’t move too much, you’ll hurt yourself”

54. “I can’t believe you”

55. “Tell me something I don’t know” “Your eye twitches when you get annoyed” “Only because it’s you that annoys me”

56. “Just...don't do anything stupid” “I’ll try but I can’t guarantee anything”

57. “Let. Her. Go”

58. “Don’t tell me what to do” “Well someone has to otherwise you’ll likely get yourself killed”

59. “Would you like me to be honest or would you like me to sugarcoat it for you?” “Sugarcoat it” “Okay then, well...I can’t do this, we’re screwed”

60. “Is that my shirt?” “You can’t prove anything”

61. “I think he likes you”

62. “I’m the best damn pilot in the galaxy” “I think you missed putting the word ‘second’ in there somewhere”

63. “Where are you taking me?” “You need to relax more. You need to see the world around you, and find some sort of peace within yourself...even if it is just for a little while”

64. “Tell me why I should stay” “Because I need you...I...I’m not good with this sort of stuff”

65. “Under no circumstances are you to leave this ship. You’ll hurt yourself even more”

66. “I’ve collected many bounties, but you are by far the strangest” “I’ll pretend not to be offended by that”

67. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner” “I’m alive, aren’t I? You had perfect timing”

68. “Don’t leave me alone, please. Not after...”

69. “Sleep, you’ve done enough for today”

70. “It’s pretty cozy in here” “We are in a holding cell” “I was trying to lighten up the mood, you just had to ruin it didn’t you”

71. “People assume that I’m not easily approachable. They are right, but still, they assume”

72. “These children adore you” “All you have to do is listen, and be attentive instead of using brute force half of the time” “Brute force is all I know” “That’s not what I see when you are with the kid”

73. “If I have to listen to one more damn excuse, I’m walking out of this room”

74. “The force works in mysterious ways”

75. “I can...I can um...give you hand...if you would like”

76. “What do I have to do in order for you to see that everything that I have done, I have done for you”

77. “That doesn’t go there” “Then where does it go?” “Not there! Put it back where you found it” “I found it right here!”

78. “I could be lying in a nice, warm and cozy bed right now. But no. Instead, I am stuck shivering in the freezing cold snow with you”

79. “Black doesn’t suit you” “It’s my uniform” “I meant what I said”

80. “One day. One day I’ll see who is behind that helmet” “In your dreams” “Maybe”

81. “If you lay one more hand on her, I swear I will tear you apart”

82. “It’s only a few bruises” “A few bruises too many”

83. “I’ll be fine. You need to focus on the mission at hand”

84. “I would rather die than tell you anything” “Well, don’t make my job any easier”

85. “I can’t lose you” “You won’t...you never will”

86. “All I want you to do is listen to me...I just...you always manage to get hurt and I...just please”

87. “I need you to know that you mean everything to me”

88. “You’re freezing” “I’m fine”

89. “How is it that you always manage to get me to defend your impulsive actions?”

90. “Pretend that there is no one else here but us”

91. “A lightsabre is one of the most dangerous weapons in the galaxy, you shouldn’t wield it around like its a toy”

92. “Put that down!”

93. “I’ve never felt like this before” “Like what?” “Like I’m going to be suffocated by your arms around my chest”

94. “You’re lying to me” “About what?” “About the compressor. It’s not broken, you just want me to ‘fix it’ so you can spend time with me”

95. “Don’t drag me into this, you dug this hole yourself”

96. “When this is over, I’m going to marry you” “I would certainly hope so, you dragged me into this in the first place”

97. “I love you more than words can say”

98. “Promise me one thing: that you will stay by my side no matter what is thrown our way. I promise, I will protect you from every threat, every danger, and from everyone that wishes to harm you”

99. “Don’t drop that, if you do you might blow up the planet”

100. “I’m not leaving you here...not this time. I love you”

Characters I write for: Cal Kestis, Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Artimage Hux, Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor, Anakin Skywalker, The Mandalorian, Luke Skywalker, Finn, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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[duker42]

During their stay at the cabin one night, Levi wakes up to see it’s raining and freezing out, and realizes y/n hasn’t gotten back from her watch shift (they’re not together yet). He runs outside to find her stumbling toward him, wet and freezing. He rushes her inside and peels off her wet clothes as he guides her to his room. In the process he takes off his own clothes for skin-to-skin contact, and she soon falls asleep after getting warm enough...you decide the rest!

💜Freezing💜

Levi woke with a start, listening to the silence and trying to figure out what was wrong. He had fallen sleep at the table, going over the map of the surrounding area, looking for the right spot for Hanji to work with Eren on the hardening experiments.

The rain was coming down and from the chill that was creeping into the cabin the temperatures had dropped outside. He looked around at the fire burning low in the grate, debating on banking it for the night or adding another few logs to feed more heat into the cabin.

He decided to add more wood, the chimney helped heat the upstairs where the squad was sleeping. As he stoked the fire and added the wood, he looked over at the door and noticed that it hadn’t been barred for the night.

He scowled as he got up, Y/N should have remember to lock the cabin up when she came in from the last patrol of the night. He walked over to put the beam in place and stopped. The rifled wasn’t leaning against the door where it was left every night. Surely that didn’t mean she hadn’t come back yet.

Her cloak was still missing from where the other’s hung and Levi’s eyes widened at the implication. Y/N should have been back hours ago, but she wasn’t. And now the temperature had dropped and it there was rain coming down that would have soaked her to the skin in minutes.

He grabbed his cloak and threw it around his shoulders and raced outside. The rain limited his visibility but he trudged out in the direction that Y/N had left before sundown.

He made it about 60 meters from the cabin when Y/N came stumbling into view. She was shaking and almost falling down as she pushed towards him. He could hear her teeth clacking together over the rain as he rushed towards her.

When he reached her, she almost collapsed against him. Y/N was soaking wet and freezing. He picked her up and ran with her into the cabin. He brought her to his room, he knew that he was going to have to strip her out of her soaking wet clothes. He didn’t want one of the other brats waking up to see him pulling her clothes off or to see her vulnerable.

Y/N was violently shivering, her eyes lethargic as she was starting to succumb to the cold.

“Y/N! Keep your eyes open. Keep them on me.” Levi commanded as he started pulling her wet cloak off of her frame.

He couldn’t tell if she nodded, but her teeth chattered so badly, she couldn’t talk. Her lips were blue. He worked quickly to strip her down until she was standing in her underwear.

His eyes widened as he found her undergarments soaked as well. He felt a tinge of embarrassment as he realized he was going to have to strip her completely down. He averted his eyes as he unwound the wet binding on her breasts and knelt down to slide her wet panties down her thighs.

He led Y/N over to his bed and ripped the covers back and pushed her down on the bed. He threw the covers over her and left to bar the door and grab the extra blankets that were available.

She was shaking the bed she was shivering so badly. Levi knew that he needed to warm her up and he sighed as he thought about how he was going to have to. He closed his eyes for a moment before reaching for his own shirt to pull over his head. He discarded it on a chair and unbuttoned his pants. When he was stripped down to his underwear, he stopped. While she was naked, he would feel less like a lecher if one of them was covered.

He slid in to the bed beside her and hesitantly laid his warm hands on her icy cold skin. Levi pulled her against him, wincing at the feeling over her cold breasts against his chest, trying not to feel the pebble hard nipples as they pushed against him. He started rubbing his hands up and down her sides and back, trying to cover as much area as he could with each pass.

His feet rubbed against the blocks of ice that passed as her own feet. He was too focused on warming her up to be embarrassed by the fact that his body was pressing against hers intimately. There were more important matters to be concerned with, so he concentrated on warming her up as best he could.

Painfully slow, Y/N started to warm up. Her teeth had stopped chattering, but she was still shivering against him. He turned her over onto her other side and covered her back with his chest. He buries his nose into the back of her neck, using his hot breath to warm her even further.

He was trying to keep his hands respectful, but he couldn’t help but think about how good she felt underneath his hands. Even with her skin cold and shaking he was having a hard time not noticing how smooth she felt or how his hands were mapping her body, its feeling being burned into his brain.

He felt her start to relax, her shivering had finally stopped and his hands had slowed down in their path. He stayed glued to her, leading her his warmth as her breathing slowed down and she started to fall asleep. Levi wasn’t afraid of her closing her eyes now, he knew that she was warm enough now and she had to be exhausted from her ordeal.

He laid there with her wrapped in his arms sleeping as he hoped that she wasn’t going to get sick from this misadventure. He was relieved that he had noticed she hadn’t returned before he had secured the cabin and she hadn’t collapsed somewhere in the woods. He felt himself start to drift off as the warmth of the bed and her body against his comforted him.

~~~~~

Y/N opened her eyes against the dull light of the day peaking in from the window. The sound of rain outside was beating against window as her vision cleared.

She didn’t recognize where she was and she was extremely sore. She shifted and felt a weight around her. Her eyes trailed down to find a pale arm anchor around her stomach, the forearm grazing the underside of her bare breasts. There was what felt like a bare chest pressed against her back and someone’s legs intertwined with hers. Feet were also tangled together. And she felt a head laying on her back, using her as a pillow.

What the hell was going on? Y/N stirring made the person behind her move and as the fog of sleep cleared, she realized there was only one person that could be touching her so intimately, Captain Levi.

Her body stiffened and she felt him stir against her, stretching slightly and inadvertently rubbing against her. Y/N turned red, she knew that she was naked beneath the sheets and could only assume that the Captain was as well. What had happened last night? What had caused her to fall into bed with Levi, and why couldn’t she remember anything?

“I know you’re awake, Y/N.” His voice was husky from sleep, causing her stomach to flip pleasantly.

“W-what ha-happened, sir?” Y/N winced to herself at calling him sir while being naked in his arms.

Levi carefully moved his arm from around her, trying not to feel her breasts too much. As it was the weight of them on his forearm was a pleasant torture for him. He was using all his self restraint as it was to keep from rubbing the the natural reaction of every man waking up against the soft curve of her ass.

He rolled away and tucked his arm under his head, thankful the covers hid his erection. He was waiting for it to go down before getting up. “You were hours late getting back from patrol. I can only assume you got turned around in the rain. When I came outside, you were stumbling to the cabin, freezing to death and soaking wet. Hypothermic. I had to strip you down and warm you up quickly.” He explained.

Y/N was wide eyes as he told her the details she couldn’t remember. He kept his eyes on the ceiling and she couldn’t help but admire his muscular chest as she looked over at him.

“Thank you. Captain.” Y/N thanked him gratefully.

His grey eyes flicked over to her, slightly amused. “You can call me Levi when you’re naked in my bed, Y/N.”

Y/N blushed hotly as she realized he was teasing her. His snort was about as close as she was going to get to him laughing, but she smiled a bit when she heard it.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t take advantage. I have underwear on.” Levi commented bluntly.

Y/N sputtered as she failed to come up with anything to say. Levi looked over and almost laughed at her shocked face. At least she wasn’t screeching the cabin down, calling all those nosy brats into the room with an outraged cry.

Levi got up and slipped into his clothes and pulled out some clean, dry clothes for Y/N to wear as she went back to her own pack and got her own clothes to wear. An awkward silence fell across the room as he kept his back turned as she pulled on his clothes.

When he turned back, his gut clenched as he saw her wearing an outfit that he had worn several times. It made him feel funny, like he was suddenly running a fever. “Yes, well get back to your room before those brats things something funny happened.” He said curtly, trying to shake away the feeling that had awoken inside him.

It was possessive and protective, things that were unfamiliar to him. He walked out to the kitchen to start the kettle for a cup of tea, tying to convince himself it was just because he had saved Y/N from freezing.

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[captainscanadian]

The CBC 1K Writing Challenge

Captain’s Canadian hit 1000 followers yesterday and as she is Tumblr best friends with someone who used to write puns for a living, she decided to make her first writing challenge a pun itself. Don’t judge me, folks! CBC stands for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. But in this context, it stands for CARTER BAIZEN, BUCKY BARNES and CHRIS BECK. If you know me, you would know that these are my TOP THREE of Sebastian’s characters. So, I had to base my writing challenge about them.

Guidelines:

You do not need to be following me, but it would be cool if you did.

Please reblog if you would like to take part. If not, please give this a signal boost. The more people who see this, the better!

Please send your entries through ASKS. I won’t be accepting them through PMs, reblogs or comments!

WE WANT NONE OF THAT P*DO, IN*EST, NON-CON/DUB-CON SHIT IN THIS HOUSE, OKAY?

Prompts are assigned to certain characters. Please write them for them and ONLY for them. I am doing this to encourage people to write for Carter Baizen and Chris Beck (who are so underrated!) and I am also encouraging Bucky Barnes AUs, specifically because I’m a sucker for them.

I have sixty prompts in total and I have divided them into twenty each. I don’t expect all sixty of them to be taken, but I don’t plan on adding any more prompts to this list.

You CAN have more than one prompt per person as long as  you’re writing for MORE THAN ONE character. You can also add two prompts into one entry. The maximum number of prompts per person is THREE. You can have one of each character or you can have two prompts for one character and a third prompt for a different character. But you CANNOT have three prompts for the same character. Also, if you do commit to writing more than one entry, PLEASE ACTUALLY WRITE THEM!

I will accept both OCs and Reader-Inserts.

You can write a One-Shot or a Series.

Please write a minimum of 500 words. If you write more than that, PLEASE USE A ‘READ MORE’ BREAK! IT SAVES LIVES!

Please tag all of your warnings accordingly!

Please tag me @captainscanadian and #cbc1kwc.

If I do not reblog your post in the FIRST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS because Tumblr ate my notifications, please link me to your post via PMs.

I have decided NOT to have a deadline for this challenge, since deadlines create anxiety and we’re not doing that! Join whenever you want, write whenever you want and I’ll end this challenge when I get through this list... even if it’s ten years from now!

Carter Baizen:

1. “Are you trying to make me to hate you? Because it’s working.”

2. “Boom! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

3. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

4.“Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.”

5. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?” - taken by @tinymalscoffee

6. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

7. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.” - taken by @baezen

8. “I did a pregnancy test.”

9. “I didn’t think it was even possible for you to be so intelligent."

10. “I don’t care what style. Take off your shirt and take me all the way right now.”

11. “If you loved me, you’d fight for it. If you loved me, you’d show it. If you loved me, you’d fight for me. Do you even know what love is?”
 

12. “I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not so bad after all.”

13. “I swear if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.”

14. “I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart."
 - taken by @ladymidnightt

15. “I’m your daughter.”

16. “Who the hell abandons someone they love?”

17. “Would you stop for a second so I can say something to you for once!”


18. “You had a kid and decided to walk out. You don’t get to call the shots round here.”

19. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him/her.”

20. “You’ve never felt an orgasm? Maybe that’s ‘cause you’ve never slept with me.” 

Chris Beck:

21. “Am I dead?”

22. “Are you-are you flirting with me?” - taken by @wintersoldier1989

23. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

24. “Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love?”

25. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
 - taken by @this-kitten-is-smitten

26. “Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant?”- take by @baezen

27. “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.” - taken by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

28. “I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’”

29. “I could tell it was your favorite book from all the notes you wrote in the margins.”


30. “I didn’t ask for any of this! But do you know what I put up with it all? Because I love you!”

31. “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you every day and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you.” - taken by @jalapenobarnes

32. “If this was planned for Valentine’s Day, you’re a bit late for that.”

33. “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.” - taken by @jalapenobarnes

34. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”

35. “Is…that my picture in your wallet/as your home screen?” - taken by @becs-bunker

36. “It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.” - taken by @mercedesbarnes

37. “Remember our first date? When you took me to Starbucks and it took me  minutes just to choose a flavour of Frappuccino? I was never sure about anything, never. But I was so fucking sure about you!” - taken by @disaffectedbarnes

38. “Wait this is your handwriting? I thought this was hieroglyphics.”

39. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people stop to roll their eyes or call you crazy... even then. Especially then!”

40. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Bucky Barnes:

41. Actor AU - taken by @aspiratixxn

42. Athlete AU

43. Bakery AU - taken by @tinymalscoffee

44. Bartender/Bar AU - taken by @shakespeareanqueer

45. Bodyguard AU

46. CEO AU / Boss AU - taken by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

47. Chef AU - taken by @trillian-anders

48. College AU - taken by @empyreanwritings

49. Doctor AU - taken by @captainsscarlet

50. Fashion/Fashion Designer AU

51. Fire Fighter AU - taken by @vhsbarnes

52. High School Reunion AU - taken by @simsadventures

53. Hospital AU - taken by @justfandomwritings

54. Lawyer AU - taken by @spiderrpcrker

55. Medieval AU

56. Model AU - taken by @baezen

57. Musical AU - taken by @sociallyeneptbarnes

58. Police AU - taken by @lovemeterwrites

59. Roommate AU

60. Veterinarian AU

[fiction-in-my-blood]

Switching Sides: Part 9 (HLITF)

if anyone possibly wants to get on a tag list I’d be happy to make one

👉 @theshove 👈

If you wanna catch up, Part 8 is right here! Happy reading :)

Premise: Growing up in a life of crime in a Japanese mafia, Atsuko Motomori has seen enough injustice to last her a lifetime. To try and give back to the universe her family has taken so much from, she dreams of being a detective from a young age. Her twin, sharing her disgust for her father and many uncles, just wants an ordinary life away from the crime, paing and suffering. Instead, she wants to be in the spotlight with the soft notes she makes with her cello. In their escape of 2015, on their coming of age birthday, they must split ways, never to be together ever again. If one was found, they didn’t want the other dragged down with them. Atsuko, having changed her name and appearance as best she can without a scalpel, sets off to start her life of car chases and arrests.

Four years in a seemingly dead-end police station in the middle of nowhere, being passed over time after time for promotion, Atsuko finally gets a shot at her dream, having been sent to an academy for the best candidates in the country by her boss who had always kept an eye out for her. After discovering her boss may have made her bite off more than she could chew, Atsuko must become the slave of a dominating instructor!? Who so just happens to be the captain of the most famous police unit in Japan? Not to mention a total knockout! Will Atsuko finally achieve her dream? Or will her new instructor put her through the wringer?

Warnings: Language, Reference to sexual activity, Forceful nature.

~~~~~~

In what my sister said was a safe house, I flopped on a couch of extraordinary quality, my mind racing with thoughts. Was Kaga okay? Would everyone think I was dead? Hopefully, there weren't any security cameras in that alleyway, otherwise, I would’ve gotten caught out. 

"That was a close call." Juna sighed out a laugh, handing me a bottle of water for my dried throat. I didn't want to go to the hospital, too nervous the academy would be notified if I was seen or identified. The gorse the paramedic stuck to my head was still there and the bleeding in my mouth had stopped. Although, I could feel my jaw start to swell up. My chest was burning a little from the limited amount of smoke I inhaled, but I would be fine. Hopefully...

I was unresponsive to her comment, nervously rubbing the cloudy plastic in my hand. "You should take a shower. You stink." Noticing I wasn’t really in the mood to talk, Juna showed me an encouraging smile, nudging my arm to kick me out of my own world.

Looking around the apartment as I walked to the door she pointed at, I noticed many picture frames and trinkets from around the world. There were miniature figures of monuments, postcards and handmade jewelry, all presented on the bookshelves. I remembered the sheets of music she used to store in our room as kids and noticed that there were books of scores tucked closely together.

"You really got around, huh?" I commented, crouching in front of the bookcase to see a group photo of her old orchestra. She had a bright smile on her face and looked especially close with the man standing next to her with a horn type of instrument. I was somewhat jealous. I had no memories like this. No friends. No outings. Too scared to let anyone close. Too scared to show people the real me in case they got scared and left me broken. Hell, I didn't even own any sort of camera, not even on my phone. All I had were the memories I held onto. And those were few and far between.

Juna walked up beside me, peering at it. "Yeah." She showed a said smile and her voice croaked. It's hard to leave behind the people in your life after lying to them for so long. I could tell she felt guilty for disappearing out of the blue, but I was just trying to forget all about it. 

"It's for their protection, Juna. If they knew..." I led off, not knowing to the full extent what could happen. However, I did know it wouldn't be good.

"I'll get you a change of close." She got up, turning away from the memory before she let her feelings get the better of her.

~~~~~~

After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and dried my hair with another. 

"Hey, Juna, do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?" I called through the door, settling back into the sisterly comfort we had years ago. 

When she didn't respond, however, I furrowed my brows, expecting her to be just outside. Suspicious thoughts flooded my brain and I grabbed the clay soap dish in case I needed to pound someone’s head concave. It wasn't much, but all I had. Her interior design was surprisingly minimalistic. 

Slowly, I opened the door, peering into her living room. In the middle of the room, I spotted Juna hugging a man, tears flowing down her face. I sighed at her closed eyes, clutching the man like she might fall off a 60 story building if she even loosened her grip. ‘She knew not to call anyone. What was she thinking?’

"Juna," I growled, lowering my makeshift weapon when I knew there are no threats. She spun around quickly, not expecting me to be there. The man looked just as shocked, looking from my face to hers. 

"Katsu, I can explain!" She panicked as I eyed him suspiciously. It was the man from the photo. I crossed my arms.

"You the guy that called me?" I nodded towards the handsome man. He had fluffy, wavy hair and dressed rather lavishly in his white dress shirt and black pants. His long beige coat, although it was still kind of warm out, made his shoulders look quite broad. Despite my trepidation, he looked kind. 

"You're the woman from the payphone?" He gasped. I assumed he didn't know Juna had a twin sister.

"Does he know?" I turned my gaze back to Juna, wondering if he knew about our past. The look on her face told me he did. Enough to understand her disappearance, that is. 

"U-Um, Katsumi, this is Kanto. She's my twin sister." Juna was uneasy as she introduced us, but I was wary to step forward and shake his hand while he was too shocked to move. 

"And, um, Kanto is my b-boyfriend..." She led off, as if this was a shock to me. I raised an eyebrow. I could tell she was going to add to his title when she took in another deep breath. "And... well... he's also the father of my baby." She smiled brightly at me, but I could tell she was nervous about what I would say.

The words made me freeze and my breathing stopped. I looked down at her belly and I guessed there could be a bit of a bump, but nothing to cause suspicion. 

"I'm... gonna go change." I quickly grabbed the clothes left for me on the back of the couch and charged back into the bathroom.

~~~~~~

"Mikara... Your sister's a twin?" The father-to-be turned to the woman he loved, shocked he had just seen two of her, not used to calling her by her birth name. She had told him all about the past she had escaped from on a drunken night when she was missing her sister the most. She told him all about the older sister who had shielded her from so much hurt and abuse. She told him how her father had killed her mother. About the crimes she had witnessed. Juna had forgotten to mention when that sister had the identical features.

"I-I wasn't even supposed to tell you in the first place!" She teared up, worried what thoughts were going on in her sister's head. 

"You didn't tell her about me?" Kanto pouted, something Juna wouldn't usually be able to resist. 

"I didn't exactly have time." She frowned in response, sitting on the couch to wait for her sister to emerge again.

~~~~~~

Once I’d taken a breather to process the information I'd just taken in, I walked out of the bathroom and into the tense atmosphere of the living room. Kanto was standing on one side while I saw Juna stressing out on the couch. When I walked through their silent contemplation, my sister jumped up, expecting me to speak. I looked at both of them, trying to get the image of my sister fooling around out of my mind and I grimaced. Rubbing my temples, I went to the fridge, looking for food to cook something with. Neither of them had said anything yet and I was sure Juna felt like she was going to get lectured. 

"Sit," I ordered, pointing to the counter that had stools. They both ran over, sitting down as I got ingredients out. I needed to keep my hands full in case I fekt like strangling her. 

"Katsu-." I cut off Juna by lifting my knife in a shushing motion. I started chopping onions strictly, making them jump every time the blade hit the chopping board. 

"So, let me just ask." I suddenly looked up, finally knowing what I was going to say. "While I was working my ass off trying to become a detective so I can make both of us safe, you're off getting knocked up and spreading your secret like it's the New Testament?" I started chopping more vegetables more violently, throwing them into the pot I was heating up for some sort of stew. 

"H-Hey! You make me sound like a slut!" Juna argued back, face flushing darkly. I sighed, rubbing the area between my eyebrows to somehow get the information into my brain. There was still a pounding pain in my head from the smoke and the head injury, so the added stress of thinking was not welcomed.

As the sizzling of vegetable oils sounded in the silent room, I casted my gaze to her. "How far along?" One hand on my hip and one holding my face, I couldn't turn my whole body to look at her, too worried I'd pounce on the man that got my sister pregnant without knowing the whole situation. 

"A-About six weeks. It was shortly before dad kidnapped me." She shied away, looking at her lap as she reported. This Kanto guy was too scared to even look me in the eye. 

"Have you had a check-up since the shooting?" The question made the man's gaze shoot up, worry painted on his face. 

"Y-You were in a shooting?" He shrieked, jumping up and grabbing her shoulders to force her to look at him. In a way, his overreactions reminded me a little of Naruko. 

"I didn't want to say anything to him. I was too scared of what he'd do..." She continued talking to me, avoiding her partner's intense gaze. I could tell she was talking about our father. Who knew what he would do if he found out she was pregnant. What he would do the with baby...

Biting the tip of my thumb, I sighed. "I'll see what I can do about an appointment. We might have to go a little out of the city. I just..." I led off, a little disappointed in my sister. With the way we grew up, why would she want to put another human being into this world? 

"...We barely had a childhood. Just about made it out alive. How do you think you're going to protect that child? What if they find us again? What if they kidnap the kid?" I pestered whatever plan she had and the man stood up to me. 

"I'm going to protect her! I don't know you, but I know Mikara is the strongest woman I've ever met!" He yelled, his expression was enraged. 

"You don't even know her real name. I'm trying to be realistic. If you're going to have this baby, it's going to have the same enclosed life we did. They're not going to stop looking for us. Not after seeing me at the scene. Not after I..." I led off, praying and hoping that I had killed my father in that fire. With the head of the snake gone, it would take the gang some time to regroup and decide on their next course of action. Maybe it would even scare them off? 

"They won't have the same childhood as us, Katsumi. Because we will love them with all our hearts. We will cherish and raise them the way we were meant to be raised. Because that's what they deserve..." Juna grabbed Kanto's hand, smiling brightly at him. It was an expression full of love and hope. Nothing I had ever seen on either of my parents' faces. "...And we'll do it together. Please, Katsumi, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they didn't know their Auntie Katsu!" She turned to me with a look that almost broke my heart.

"Why do you have to be so damn optimistic all the time?" I frowned, turning away from the loving couple and towards the burning food. 

"Does that mean you accept us?" Juna pleaded and her voice sounded frail. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not going to disown you. But, I'm still not happy about this." I didn't need to turn around to know that she was ecstatic. I even heard the stool slide back as she jumped to hold her lover. 

~~~~~~

Once dinner was served up, I began to ask Juna if she knew anyone that could get us new identities. 

"Why would you need that?" Kanto asked, obviously out of his depth. 

"I'm probably going to be presumed dead if they can't find me at the scene. I'll need a new license to be able to get a job. You should be fine as long as you stay out of the spotlight." I explained, knowing this wasn't at all common knowledge. The first guy I used to get me a new persona went missing shortly after we made our escape. He was likely dead. 

"Can't you use your original passport? It shouldn't be too risky, seeing as you..." Juna led off, not wanting to bring the possible murder of our father into the conversation over our meal. I had filled her in before we got here. 

"That's all in my old dorm. I wouldn't be able to get in there without being spotted." I scratched my head trying to think of a way to get by in this modern society without any means of identifying myself. 

"It's an open-campus, right? I could go there to collect your belongings. Even Kanto can say he's your cousin." Pretending like he wasn't even here, Juna and I started to plan a break-in into the academy. 

"I had a friend who knows I have a twin sister... But my instructors are trained in interrogation, I wouldn't want to put you through that. Could I go myself?" I questioned the liability of using my sister's ID as my own in order to infiltrate without putting her in harm's way. 

"You have the same face." Kanto tried to put his limited input, which I didn't appreciate. He didn't seem like a bad guy, but I wasn’t  very trusting when it came to the people around my sister. 

"Yeah, but can you act like you just lost your sister?" Juna laughed, however morbid that may seem. 

"I've gotten good at lying. Surprisingly." I smiled slyly, both of us knowing how ironic it was for a cop to get good at deceiving other cops. 

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention." I sighed. When I remembered what was in the box under my bed, I remembered the letter of evidence I wasn't able to give to the detectives. I explained this to them both and Juna looked anxious. 

"They have no chance of catching them without it." She mumbled, pinching her chin as she thought about a way to get the evidence to them anonymously. 

"We might have to wait for things to die down before I make a move on the police department. There's no way they won't have some sort of software on their security cameras..." 

"That reminds me. We need to get some hair dye." With a mouth full of food, Juna spoke up. 

"Why does this feel so much more complicated than last time?" I dropped my head into my hand, adding every task to my todo list.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in a hospital near where the bombing took place, a team of doctors were working hard to save a certain crack detective. His coworkers were pacing back and forth, making calls and planning their next steps, having sent every student they had back to the academy.

"There's no cameras in that alley. The closest thing we have is a street cam down Main Street and we don't even know if they went that way." Shinonone raked an hand through his hair, laptop in hand, squinting at the map with pinpoints on it showing all the cameras they had access to in the city. 

"And you saw nothing about their faces. No hair colour, eye colour? What about their clothes?" The Chief, finally getting involved once one of his men was in the ER, pointed out, making some of the men that were already irritated, far more so than before.

"They were both wearing black. The one in the suit may have had black hair, but what good will that do? They both had their helmets on before we turned the corner." Ayumu complained, the one that had seen the most of the women on the motorcycle before they made their quick escape.

"Kurosawa is out making the rounds, but it's unlikely he'll find anything with everyone's attention on the building." Soma sighed to himself, pinching his chin in deep thought.

"Has anyone heard from Motomori yet?" Goto finally spoke up, wording everyone's suspicions they didn't want to be having. She had gone through those huge hotel doors and never came out. She didn't respond to her ear-piece; her only female friend had found it on the floor shortly after she ran in. 

The room went quiet and cold. The group of six had been allowed a private conference room in the hospital so they could work and be the first to hear of any changes in Captain Kaga's condition, so the only sounds that could be heard were small, distance noises of shuffling hallways and a squeaking from a trolley being pushed just outside the door.

"She wouldn't have left without finding him..." Soma was the first to speak, further exclaiming everyone's collective thoughts. Shortly after Kaga was found, the entire building collapsed, even if the young officer was still in there, there was little to no chance she'd still be alive. Between all that fire taking oxygen out of the air and the crumbling structure of the building trapping her in the one room that might have been saved from the blasts and the likelihood of being crushed to death by rubble, there was no way. They knew of her persistence by now, but she wasn't a god. She couldn't tire out death.

Suddenly, a light knock rapped the door, sounding like a thundering clap in the still air. Everyone turned when a nurse poked her head through and, for a moment, everyone was reminded of that same girl that they had all been thinking about. But, alas, the black-haired young woman explained that Captain Kaga was asking to speak to someone who knew about the situation, and they needed to hurry. 

With a heavy sigh, Ishigami put himself forward to speak. Then Chief Namba. Then even Shinonome stood up. 

"Sit down, all of you." The Chief exclaimed and everyone stepped back, knowing now was not the time to act strong. With that command, the subordinates got back to work and Namba followed the nurse to Kaga's hospital room.

~~~~~~

Several days later, I was out grocery shopping in Juna's neighbourhood, on my way to collect my belongings from the academy, under the assumed identity of my twin sister. You know, the one Shinonome found a missing report on. I wouldn't lie, my knees were weak and my palms were sweaty. I was so nervous I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn't know if Instructor Kaga made it to the hospital, or out of it, and I didn't know how Naruko was feeling. I didn't know if my father's body was found or if the uncle with the device was caught. I had so many loose ends to tie up, I felt like my whole life was going to unravel the second I stepped through those gates. 

"Katsumi." A man's voice spoke up and I turned to see Kanto, my sister's boyfriend. Juna had gone to a job interview and sent him with me so I didn't get overwhelmed. 

"Don't go calling me that in the academy." I frowned at his forgetfulness and turned back to the array of snacks in front of me. 

Juna had... interesting cravings. And, since she was the pregnant one, I had to go out and find the rare candy she wanted. "I didn't even know they made pickle-flavoured pop rocks." I felt like I was going to crumble under the pressure of the rage of a pregnant woman. I had been looking for days, but apparently they only sell them in small stocks. 

"We should get going or we'll be late to pick up Mika... Juna." Still not used to using my sister's birth name in public, Kanto took the basket hanging on my arm. 

"I'm perfectly fine carrying this myself." I snatched it back, narrowing my eyes at him before heading to the checkout point.

"How long is it going to take you to trust me? I'm trying really hard here!" Once we get out of the shop, Kanto followed me down the street, begging. 

"We'll see how well you do and then I'll decide. For all I know, you're a flight risk." I explained, truly believing he could leave at any time if he wanted. I was sure that didn't make him feel good, to not be trusted by your lover's family, but I couldn't afford to be friendly. "It was just us for so long. I can't just go around handing out friendship tickets to anyone. It's my job to keep her safe." I glanced at his defeated stature beside me. 

"...But, I'll be willing to give you a chance... After this, of course." I softened at the puppy dog eyes he showed me and a bright smile appeared on his face. 

"I won't let you down, Katsumi!" He cheered, showing me a cartoonish salute. "I-I mean, Mikara." He stuttered out my fake name and my sister's former name once he saw the serious glare on my face.

~~~~~~

In front of the looming school gates of the Public Safety Academy, I took a deep brreath, sighing it out while trying to calm my racing heart. This would be the biggest, most important undercover operation I would ever be on, and I didn't know if I was ready for it yet. 

"Are you nervous?" Kanto peered into my face and I opened my eyes from concentrating on my breathing.

"I was meant to start my life here. So, yeah, I'm a little depressed about it." I frowned and started walking to the administration office.

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"Excuse me, I'm here to collect my sister's belongings," I announced at the desk, pulling a saddened expression when I gave my fake name, handing over the identification she asked for. 

"You're not on any emergency contacts. How did you find out?" The woman, after looking at my details, looked up suspiciously. 

"Her old boss called me and told me what happened... We... We weren't that close..." I looked away guiltily, secretly annoyed I hadn't planned for any of this. I should have at least bought another phone and registered that as an emergency contact. 

When the receptionist noticed the similarities between my face now and the one on their system, she quickly made a call to get me and Kanto a guide. 

We waited for a little while before I heard a familiar voice, shrieking, behind me. "Atsuko?" 

Both of us turned, me unbelievably stressed and nervous, to see my closest ally wide eyed and ready to cry. Too uncomfortable to keep eye contact, I looked at Kanto in an effort to distract myself.

"M-Miss Harada, I'm so sorry for your loss." 

Naruko, red-eyed and looking withered, smiled at me to pretend nothing was wrong. My heart shattered as I saw her expression, but I forced myself to look back. Naruko took us to the dorm, where she left us to look through my stuff. 

Once I knew the door was closed, I darted to the box under my bed.

"This is a pretty sweet gig." Kanto looked around at the nicely styled room. 

"Good, it's still here." I sighed in relief, sliding my old passport into my jacket pocket, along with all the childhood memories. Then, I noticed my mother's ring rocking around in the bottom. 

"What's that?" Kanto seemed to share the interruptive nature Naruko couldn't seem help. 

"My mother's. I think. She left it on my pillow the night she left." I sighed, not wanting to look at it anymore. "You take it. Juna always wanted it more than me." I closed my eyes and forced it into Kanto's hands. 

Moving on, I started to pack the clothes I had left hanging on the wardrobe. I found the uniform we were given when we arrived and my fingers grazed them, having left them here when we went undercover in the hotel. My brows furrowed as I looked at it, knowing I would never be able to wear my badge again. Before I knew it, I was crying. 

"Do you want me to finish for you?" Kanto spoke up and I bit my lip, trying not to let my voice sound frail.

"I'll leave it here. It's too painful to bring it with me." I turned away from the closet, just like I had with that life. 

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Before long, I had packed up anything I needed for my new life. I took a deep sigh, not expecting to be so emotional about the whole fiasco. 

"We should get going, Juna will be finished soon." I looked up at the clock on my wall for the very last time. As I packed, I had been ingraining the room into my memory, not wanting to leave this stage of my life behind. I had worked so hard, only for it to result in nothing. I broke down at my thoughts, turning to hide my face in Kanto's chest. 

"Shut up," I whispered before he could make a comment on how I was already warming up to him.

~~~~~~

After I cried myself to where I thought I would be able to leave without looking a mess, I stepped back from the man. 

"Thank you for coming with me... I know I'm difficult." I mumbled, embarrassed with how rude I had been to such a great guy. 

"Don't apologise with tears in your eyes! You're gonna make me feel guilty." Kanto laughed and I glared at him. 

"That's not an apology. It's a thank you for never talking about this again." I threatened, finding myself less of a mess than before. It was easy to communicate with him, I could see why Juna fell for him.

Taking a step out of my dorm for the very last time, I saw Naruko crying in the corner and being consoled by one of our classmates. 

"I-I just miss her so much. We were supposed to graduate together!" She wailed and I had to look away to stop myself from crying again. Pulling out the picture she had picked up that night when we were new friends from my jacket pocket, I reminisced on all the memories we had here. We weren't together for a long time, but she made life under Kaga's rule bearable.

Then, I remembered the one picture we took together was pinned to my fridge. Running back into my room, I ripped it from the magnet. 

"Can you give this to the girl? I don't think I'll be able to keep my cool." I handed it to Kanto once I walked back out of the apartment and he looked a little stunned by my request but did it without another word to me. 

When he approached the two, Naruko looked up in fear of an instructor reprimanding her for being so emotional in the hallway. His voice was rather deep. I was honestly surprised she wasn’t fawning over him. He gave her the picture, saying he was sure I would want her to have it, and her gaze darted to me. With tears in her eyes, she ran up and gave me a big hug. For a moment, I was worried she had noticed it was really me. 

"Your sister was a great friend and an even better cop. She would have made an amazing detective!" She tried to calm herself down as she pulled back, gripping my shoulders like a vice. My eyes widened a little and I could tell she really believed that. 

"Thank you... You don't know what that means to hear you say that." I tried to keep my distance, not wanting to trigger something in her memory that would make her realise that it was me for a second time. 

"U-Um, before I forget, the instructors that taught Atsuko want to talk to you." She straightened up, realising how uncomfortable I was with the close contact. 

Now I was seriously nervous. I gulped, nodding and calling Kanto back over from his conversation with the classmate and we made our way to the Instructor's Staff Room. 

~~~~~~

Naruko knocked, announcing both herself and us. She invited us in with a smile and I spotted Instructor Ishigami, Soma and Shinonome standing up from the table in the centre of the room. I was stunned silent, too afraid I might admit everything to them right there and then. I could tell Kanto straightened his back as well, likely intimidated by the handsome men in front of us. 

"Miss Motomori, we're very sorry for your loss." Soma stepped forward and grabbed my hand to give me a gentle handshake. I curtly bowed my head, not wanting to stutter if I spoke.

"It's Harada." Kanto, seemingly overtaken by some sort of confident spirit, snaked and arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side. Too shocked to hide how thrown off I was, I furrowed my brows at him. He was smiling, although it was a little strained, so I could tell he' was just as uncomfortable about this as I was. 

When I turned back to Soma, his expression quickly changed from something surprisingly stern to his usual smile. "If you have any questions, we will be happy to answer them." He showed me a kind but sad smile and I instantly panicked. 

‘Was it normal for loved ones to have questions? I guess if they hadn't found a body, I should be wondering if I had really died.’

I turned to look up at Kanto, trying to see if he had any ideas. He asked whether they had, in fact, found a body and the tension in the room skyrocketed. 

"Shortly after Officer Atsuko went into the building, a bomb went off, destroying a part of the hotel. We haven't been able to search the rubble yet." Ayumu answered as Soma guided me to a seat and I hesitantly complied. From here, I could see inside Kaga's office, and he was nowhere to be seen. I grew anxious and couldn't help but speak up. 

"I heard she went in after another detective? Did...Did he make it out alive?" I peered at Ishigami, knowing he would be the only one to give me a straight answer. His brows furrowed for a moment, maybe taken aback by my similarities to the girl he knew. I grabbed Kanto's hand for support when he took a considerably time to respond. 

"He was sent to the hospital shortly after he was found outside of the building." His response was vague and I felt my heartbreak. 

‘He's dead. I went through all that trouble to save him, and he died.’ I could feel tears collect in my eyes again. 

"Mrs Harada, there is one more thing." Soma, who had been standing by my chair, put a hand on my shoulder. I looked into his other hand to see a long, flat box. I could memorise that black box from anywhere. "This is her officer's badge. It was found in her room after the incident." I hadn't worn my badge to the hotel because we were supposed to inconspicuously round up the criminals, a badge would completely defy the point of wearing casual clothes. I took great care of it and put it in that box whenever I wasn't wearing it. It showed how, even when I hit a rocky road, I could accomplish my dreams. It was my most cherished possession.

Looking at the metal glinting in the sunlight when he opened the lid, I was so mesmerised I didn't even realise it when tears started falling down my face. I had completely forgotten to look for it in my dorm. Slowly, I reached up and took the box, swiping my thumb over the badge number I had grown to ingrain in my memory. 

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice frail with pain. “It was all she ever wanted; to be cop. Thank you.”

~~~~~~

Once we had collected everything we needed, we had to leave to pick Juna up from her job interview. As we walked to the door, Ayumu called out my fake name. 

"How long has it been since you've seen your sister?" He asked and I took a moment to respond, trying to think of something that wouldn't make him question me further. It was obvious he remembered the name from the missing person's file, I was honestly astounded he didn't ask about it until now. I guess he thought it would be a good time to bring it up.

"It's been a few years. I wish I could have made up with her sooner..." I sighed, pretending to think back to an argument that might have made us distant. Watching Ayumu's reaction, I could tell he was somewhat annoyed. Had he expected me to say something else? Had he wanted me to say we had talked more recently? 

When he didn't respond at all, I turned back to the door Kanto had already escaped through, as, I’m sure, he was as scared as I was when trying to lie. 

Suddenly, the door flew open. There, I saw a man practically walking around with a storm cloud above his head, but I was overjoyed. 

‘H-He's alive!’ My eyes widened at Instructor Kaga, breathing right in front of me. It took me a moment to register that I shouldn't be staring so noticeably and I redirected my gaze to the open door, walking away for good.

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Once we get on the road, I glance over at Nikki before reaching for his free hand, lacing my fingers through his.

I notice him side eye me before smirking to himself.

We park a block down from the Rainbow and when I get out, I regret not wearing pants.

It's not freezing by any means, but it's in the mid 60s with a little wind blowing.

A small shiver runs through me, and Nikki's locking the car and sliding his jacket off, handing it to me.

"Thank you." I say to him, putting it on and thanking God he creates as much body heat as he does because it's like a portable heater.

"Mmhmm." He replies. "I don't know why you didn't bring your jacket."

"It wouldn't have looked good with this." I state in terms of my outfit.

"You can wear anything and still look good." He tells me flatly as if it's common sense and I rub my red lips together and hook my hand around his arm.

We get into the Rainbow and step to our booth, Vince, Tommy and Mick already laughing their asses off over something, and when we get to them Tommy's practically shoving his tongue down Nikki's throat.

"Sixxter!" He tipsily exclaims, putting his arm over Nikki's shoulders and kissing his cheek. "Fuckin' missed you, man." He tells him and Nikki chuckles as I slide in beside him, taking his jacket off of me.

There's lingering groupies as always, although there's more of them now than before the guys had a decent amount of fame.

I feel skin rub against my leg, which confirms there's a girl under the table giving someone a blow job and I roll my eyes.

Nikki orders a beer, I get a Pepsi, and a brunette groupie that's got her eyes on Nikki gets a high dose of audacity and utilizes it.

"Can I have a sip of that?" She asks Nikki when he gets his beer and I raise my brows, turning to glare at her, and then him, when he looks me in the eye, smirks, and hands her the beer.

The guys are completely silent, studying me to gauge my reaction and I roll my jaw.

"Down Kitty." Vince jokes as the girl hands Nikki's bottle back, making sure to make a show of wiping the drop of beer left on her bottom lip with her manicured fingers, not looking away from him.

"Thanks." She says, glancing at me as if to brag, and I ignore her and look straight ahead, not giving her the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me...I'll handle Devil Spawn when we get home.

I just get up, mumbling that I'm going to the bathroom.

"Baby, c'mon, it was a joke." Nikki chuckles out.

"Lick my clit." I snap at him, not giving him a second glance before stepping to the bathroom, hearing Vince and Tommy "Ohh" and "Damn" at my harsh response to him.

I get in the bathroom, tears lining my eyes, and see a mass of fluffy blonde hair standing at the mirror beside the one I end up standing in front of.

First glance, I think it's a woman...Second glance, maybe?

I take a third look, realizing it's a man touching up his foundation and I mind my own business and stop my mascara from running by grabbing a paper towel out of the dispenser quick enough to catch the pair of tears trying to leak out of my eyes.

Something falls into the sink infront of me and I furrow my brows and look down, seeing a tube of mascara.

I look at the only one that it could belong to and pick the tube back up, handing it out to him.

"You can use some when you get done crying your's off." He tells me calmly, his accent a dead give away that he's certainly not from around here, continuing to touch up his own makeup.

I go to argue but he cuts me short.

"It's mascara, not a used needle."

He's got a point and I can't help but smile a little at his response, continuing to dab at my eyes with the papertowel, drying my tears.

"I have to use the girl's room because I get in to fights any time a guy walks in and I'm putting on makeup." He explains to me. "I don't like being called a 'fag'."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." I assure him, throwing the paper towel away. "And if being a 'fag' means you wear more makeup than most women but still have chicks throwing themselves at you, then so be it."

I reapply my mascara and hand it back to him, saying an appreciative "thanks" just as the bathroom door bursts open.

"Babe, c'mon, you gotta come meet this dude, you're gonna fuckin' freak." Nikki tells me, his hand wrapping around my wrist.

"What? Who?" I furrow my brows.

"Razzle."

"Who's that-"

"Hanoi Rocks' drummer?" He reminds me. "They're touring here and we just met him, like, right after you left and..." Nikki trails off, noticing the blonde dude in the bathroom with us.

"By all means, go on." He nods to Nikki with a proud smile on his face that completely frames his high cheek bones and wide, blue eyes.

I found out in that moment I had shared eyelash germs with the one and only Michael Monroe, lead singer of Hanoi Rocks.

I'd heard their music through Nikki and  Tommy, and Duff really dug them, too.

I remember thinking Mike was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Like Axl Rose, he looked like a really gorgeous woman at certain angles, and I hated them for it because they really didn't know how freaking flawless they looked.

Michael didn't just have an abnormally beautiful exterior, his spirit, heart, and soul, were just as phenomenal and that made a lasting impact on me so much so that I named one of my children after him.

I discovered the kind of person he was in December of 1984 when tradgedy struck Hanoi Rocks and Mötley Crüe and he and his bandmate Andy McCoy stayed with me and Nikki for a little bit.

I'll get into all that soon.

I step out of the bathroom after Nikki and Michael talk a bit and exchange numbers, and Nikki guides me to our table and I hear a thick british accent before I can see Razzle that well.

He's got on a top hat with a red scarf tied around it, his sunglasses resting on the rim of it, a polkadotted tie is around his neck and he's wearing a dark red velvet overcoat.

His eyes are lined with black liner and he's showing off a mouthful of teeth with his contagious smile.

"Razz, man, this is Viv." Nikki introduces me.

"This your missus?" He asks him in disbelief, and I don't know if it's a good thing or bad thing he's asking it that way. "Oh, she's beautiful, Nikki...what the bloody hell is she doin' with you?" He chuckles at his own joke and the guys join in while Nikki laughs it off with them.

"Nah, the real star is Tansy." Vince informs him as Nikki and I sit down.

"Who?" Razzle asks and Vince and Tommy look completely offended before Vince is pulling his wallet out and grabbing a piece of paper out of it.

Once he unfolds it, it's an entire page torn out of an issue of Playboy, and I'm assuming Tansy is somewhere on it because he points to something to show Razzle and the drummer's mouth drops open and his eyes get wide.

"I definitely want to meet her." He comments and I reach across the table and snatch the paper from Vince and crumple it up.

"Viv!" He whines at me, trying to reach for it over the table and I shove it in my bra and raise my brows at him. "That just makes me wanna get it even more." He informs me.

"If you want me to castrate you with my nails, you'll reach down my shirt." I promise and him, Nikki, Tommy, Mick, and Razzle wince at the thought.

"That's fine. I'll get all I want when our girl's December issue comes out." Vince smirks, winking at me and I roll my eyes.

"Swine." I insult him.

"Prude." He shoots back before his face gets suddenly really smug as if he remembers something. "Actually..." He fumbles with his wallet again before pulling out a polaroid. "...I suppose I should stop calling you that."

He waves it, Razzle and Mick looking over his shoulder at it.

"Woah." Razzle mumbles.

"Don't be a fucking dick, Vince." Mick scolds him as Vince turns the picture for me to see.

It's me, wearing nothing but a pair of heels, on our mattress at home with my legs spread wide open, touching myself with my back arched, eyes closed, and lips parted in ecstasy.

I feel Nikki tense up beside me as embarassment and humiliation floods through me.

My face is burning red and I'm rendered speechless, glaring at Nikki, who's snatching it away from Vince.

"Where the fuck did you get this?!" He barks at him.

"The fuck are you talking about, Nikki, you fucking gave it to me." Vince argues.

"When?!"

"You were fucked up and gave one to me and one to Robbin." He adds and I snap my attention to my husband.

"You were just passing out our pictures?! What's next, making copies of our tape and tossing them into the audience at shows?!"

"You have a sex tape?!" Tommy suddenly pipes but it goes unacknowledged.

"Fucking bullshit, I've never been that fucked up where I'd willingly give you pictures of her like this!" Nikki throws at Vince.

Vince looks at him pointedly, his index finger hitting over the vein in the crook of his arm as if it were a needle and Nikki realizes he did indeed give him the picture, he just doesn't remember, because he was stoned out of his mind on smack.

If Razzle wouldn't have been Razzle, we would've scared him away and he never would've wanted to hangout with us again.

But he kept quiet and never once brought it up.

It's safe to say the Sixxes leave notorious first impressions.