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the-sprog · 8 months ago

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LAST 3 EPISODES OF SEASON 1

Ep 6:

-So we're back at New Yolk and back to the purple one that loks like a persian(the pokemon) and oooh they got Rusty Rose back! I bet those plasma weapons were a Nine original

-oh fuck no ok Nine disapperared

-fuck they can triangulate his position via his energy readings shit fuck

-oh ffs Nine what cmon man I liked you. I should've figured though, I DID point out that he prioritized saving himself than helping them when it came to escaping.

-Also cool Knucks (or Knux?) activated his superspeed I'm assuming?

-Sonic you're putting too much faith on Nine...

-WHO'S THE PURPLE ONE

-Also Rebel cmon you're expecting Sonic NOT to make jokes?

-OOOOOOHHH THE PALM TREE!! It keeps coming back. C'mon Sonic I'm sure you can figure out what the connection is.

-Also Also, again, I love Nine, I really do, but man you're putting too much trust on him

-Big the Cat fights with a pipe. fair enough I guess

-OOOH he got a PLANE!! he's making teleportation stuff cool cool makes sense. Could've... told someone though lmao

-Something tells me Nine is more on a "I'm here to help Sonic and Sonic only"- yeah ok see there lmao. I fucking love Mangey

-Shadow is stuck somewhere here right? in the shatterzone.

-NINE DOESN'T HAVE THE ROBOT TAILS! Nvm he does it jsut didn't look like it when he was flying.

-Nine... that's a sweet sentiment but...

-Sonic completely forgot Shadow was stuck there. man had the oppportunity to look for him and jsut stright up forgot about him sob if I were shadow I would punch him as soon as we see each other

-I'm thinking about the different universes and they kinda confuse me because I feel like the reason why there aren't alternate Sonics is because he's the one that touched the... prism? emerald? when it shattered, but then why is Shadow nowhere to be found? and I don't know Shadow's backstoy so for all I know he could be a sonic clone so if there's no Sonic in a universe, there's no shadow. but it's alternative universes so there's no reason why his backstory should follow the same logic. but he DID find a chaos emerald before--

-heyyy nine to the rescue!

---before the whole thing started, but I don't know what a chaos emerald does so I can't tell if that's what's protecting him or something else. Maybe he IS clone of sonic and their... universal signatures are so similar that he's excluded just like Sonic is? I really hope they explain because i've been thinking about it a lot. Also I've been promised a Shadow explaination and it hasn't happened yet so I'm waiting here

-I'm really sad that Rusty is back with the bad guys, but also I'm happy she's not being forced to be one of the good guys by Nine

-Shit he's getting abducted...

-Alolan persian is getting more lines but still no introduction

EP 7

-OOh finally are we getting Shadow's POV?

-ok yeah that answers none of my questions about the chaos emeralds

-AH! "Sonic >:("

-Sonic's gettin back to the future-ed

-ahah is he bemusing a water level or can soic not swim in his games?

-also makes sense tgat he can use speed to travel since he has the same energy signature

-ok yeah assuming water=game over

-Who's the captain? Knuckles? aldo love that Tails still has some mechanical stuff

-landLUBBER not landLOVER! Gosh these subtitles suck

-i don't think that's their- it is ok ok. is eggman their captain?

-ok no it is knuckles- THE DREAD I love him

-Knuckles backstory???? via game footage?? I gotta remember it's called a spin dash

-but yeah that does make sense- AHHAHA what is happening im so cunfused but also hilarious

-I don't know if Sonic is being dumb trusting these people... but like, I also don't know Knuckles enough to tell if he'd being manipulative or not

-SONIC STOP TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT THE SHARDS! YOU DON'T KNOW IF THIS KNUCKLES IS EVIL and the signs point to yes. Ok yeah I'm going with Dumbass. You owe Rebel and Knux so much.

-I really want to know The Dread's backstory

-he hasn't fiured he can just... go fast to travel? that he does not, in fact, need the shard to do that?

-I'm assuming the old crew is Eggman. What happened to Dread, he's a coward now

-I never noticed ho wlong his nose is

-ok so it IS water=game over

-we don't know what Tail's name is here

-Blak Rose was out for blood

-wait captain? nooooo poor Dread!

-YES Dread's backstory gooooo

-ok so he is still called knuckles

-SAILS

-I was wrong though, eggman has othing to do with this. I'm starting to think he's only in New Yolk

-mutiny moment!!

-what's the point of a map if everything is water? what marks does it use? not LAND marks for sure.

-so THIS ONE is eggman, but it's the one from New Yolk

-I love that basically every episode ends with a cliffhanger of an Amy trying to kill Sonic

EP 9

-hello Nine

-the fucking subs calling it New Yoke or New York annoy me greatly

-Rusty Rose is fucking amazing omg "I wish I was programmed to laugh"

-I don't have much to say about this fight scene other than it was kinda pathetic to watch

-OOOH RUSTY SAW BLACKROSE

-dude you can walk on water

-"You don't give up! It's your most annoying vertue!" LMAO

-appealing to his ego I see

-CATFISH I love the different name for wvery universe

-oooh Dread is 100% going to betray them isn't he? don't trust his attitude mmmhh

-Nine you fuckign traitor

-ok I'm joking he might be doing it to save Sonic, but like ... he sounds suspicious. just like Dread

-i like his little smile

-It's not the shoes that make him fast my dude. Ah no right they make him walk him water right right forgot

-SAILS?? COMING IN WITH THE LUTE!

-the SEADOGS???? I'm crying why

-Rusty noooooooo

-nvm she's fine

-it makes sense that these robots are easy for him to destroy, theyve made by an eggman that hasnt had to deal and compensate for Sonic's speed, so they have more numbers because they also had more resources to make them, but they're not as resistant to Sonic's specific brand of power

-I need BlackRose to show up and fight RustyRose

-that was a Crash Bandicoot ass sound effect

-SO YOU DO HAVE GIZMOS!

-I hate that the gold tooth isn't one of his canines but a random one to the side

-he's a little power hungry

-SONIC JUST KEEPS BASICALLY SAYING FUCK SHADOW HUH. GO GET HIM YOU ASSHOLE

-absolutely DESERVED

And that marks the end of season 1! I will say, I'm really intrigued now. I've been suggested to watch a Sonic Adventures 2 gameplay and Sonic Unleashed, but RN Prime has my attention. I'm a little confused on some details because I am lacking some fundamental Sonic lore, but, I can deal. It has been a lot of fun and I WILL continue watching it.

I'm watching Sonic prime because you can't give me multiverse and unlikely allies and think I won't watch it.

But this is the first piece of Sonic media I've ever consumed (sonic underground doesn't count cause I remember nothing of it, and neither do the films) so. Live blog lmao.

-"Shadow is... Complicated. More on that later" can't wait bro

-Ok rouge the bat is a good guy? I thought she was vaguely anti hero ish.

-what the fuck is a paradox emerald. I stopped at chaos emeralds. What's the difference? How are they created? This one was just... In a cave???

-"sonic boom of a headache" ah ah I see what you did there.

-whats with the knuckles slander!!!

-THATS NEW YORK??????

-so they're not allowed to talk to other people I guess?

-why are they making it seem like it's his shoes that make him fast????

-are rings currency? I was under the impression they were currency. Why is he looking for cash rn

-fickeis???

-he knows what smog is. How does he know what smog is. He lives in a forest.

Does he live in a forest? It's like... All green.

OH ITS WHAT EGGMAN WANTED! A WORLD RESEMBLING HIM AND NOT SONIC.

-What is the prism shatter??? Do they mean the paradox emerald? So sure they called it the paradox emerald and not the paradox prism.

-WHATS WITH THE TAILS SLANDER!!!

-Yes I know he insulted sonic as well but I think sonic deserved it in that moment.

-ok shadow was just. There. Dudes not even helping. You live here you asshole! Do your part!

-"Tails never gets upset" that's unhealthy!

-is 1992 the year the first sonic game came out? Something tells me that's the year Sonic's first game came out.

-...what's the difference between a trap and a trick?

-why Rouge! The only thing I know is that you're a cat!

-WHY ARE THEY CALLINF IT A PARADOX PRISM NOW?

-the fact the place IS called "the loop-de-loop" and it's not just what Sonic calls it is. Priceless.

-ngl I thought sonic was gonna be more... Sassy? Clever? WITTY! but no. He's a lot more like how I imagined Knuckles to be. Knuckles is my favorite btw. I know nothing of him other than he's vaguely mean and dumb. But not like Shadow's angsty edgy mean. More like a jock kinda mean.

-also no one explained why it's called the paradox prism. Or why Rouge knows what it is/that that's what Eggman was looking for.

-oh there you go end of flashback. Also where the FUCK is shadow. How later sonic? How much later?

-Rusty Rose?? That's Amy isn't it? Like Evil alternate universe Amy.

-i don't know who Babbles is.

-IS THAT A BOP IT?

-Ok no it isn't.

- I don't understand what the shoes malfunctioning means. Is his speed artificial??? Are they like Spider-man's web-shooters?

-EGGMAN IS A FATHER? WHO'S THE MOM???

-Also Rose said there were other rebels. Wonder if it's the same squad- oh they answered my question. Rouge is not Rebel. And I guess Knuckles is also a rebel. Don't know if Tails is gonna be good or not. Cause I remember seeing something about a Tails with robot... Tails.

-YOURE IN AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THINGS WOULD BE THE SAME.

-ok I was right. His name is... Nine? Also these episodes are really long.

-oh he still has the regular tails. It's more of a doc oc situation. I thought they were prosthetics.

-GEEZ "I was trained by the misery of life and this dark and heartless city" GEEZ

-gonna assume he's gonna be like "why'd you save me??? Why would you do this for me??"

-oh lord game footage that's cool as shit.

-sonic is not gonna pierce this together is he? And Nine is not gonna be like "yeah alright this guy is insane"

-MR.DR.EGGMAN. that's... Too much.

-Aww they're doing a little Tails bragging moment. Talking about how they're friends that's sweet.

-CHAOS COUNCIL? We're back to the chaos nomenclature??? what happened to the paradox shit? the hardest part of this is not that I don't have any sonic knowledge, it's that I have SOME sonic lore knowledge gained through osmosis and it's clashing with the lore that they're trying to establish in this cartoon.

-Nine is going for the full spider aesthetic huh?

-yeah. the tails are cool. I've always liked tails too, he's just too smart for me and i feel awkward when i don't understand him.

-COOL SHOES UPGRADE. Ok so the shoes are like... making it so that he doesn't explode due to the natural energy in his body, which i assume is what makes him fast. and that he'd be faster if he didn't have them, but also... more explode-y.

-HE ISN'T MISSING MEMORIES YOU IDIOT

-Oh the baby is back. I don't know how to feel about the baby.

-BLUE STREAK lol

-Ok that's an pixar's incredibles looking trap.

-OH SHIT SHE'S A ROBOT? oh not a robot. Rose is a cyborg and the way she talks about it amkes me sad.

-Nine??? is good or?? confused about his alliances.

-What. who. what. there's a whole family??? is... eggman their dad or?? who's the mom?

-of course he has hair in this "perfect" universe.

-are they like the chaos emeralds that can fuse to become the master emerald? and part of a whole??

-what's with casual dehumanization

-gosh he's such a dumbass but like an annoying one but also like indearingly so?

-I'm never gonna remember which eggaman is which. except babbles cause. yknow. toddler.

-omg the lasers effect is so ucking cool!! thay's a real nice scene ahhhh-

-they're like video games levels. alright. for now I'm really enying the visuals and the storytelling methods. on the story itself i'll see when it really gets going.

-oh no.

-ok I like the baby.

-OH THE PLOT THICKENS! the same energy as what powers the city? is the city powered by the emeralds? or by like- SHADOW??? IS THAT YOU-

-oh flashback 2. I don't know why but somethign about Tails' design looked... off. he felt naked. does he usually have like a scarf? goggles?

-Knuckled is just... hanging on the plane oh lord i'm dying.

-WHAT DO THE RINGS DO??? "in case eggeman gers in a lucky shot: rings" what??

-DOES SHADOW HAVE ROLLERBLADES?? ok he's raising on my list of favourite characters.

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thepaintedlady00 · 2 years ago

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Nightshade

Chapter 1: The Tigers Stripes

OC Intro | Chapter 2

Hi! So sorry for the extra long wait for literally everything. 😂 I was getting back on track after the holiday and then immediately got sick so I’ve been struggling to edit and whatnot. But, I’ve been feeling better so hopefully I’ll be able to hop back into the swing of things. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy the first chapter! 🥰

Aldo credit for restaurant name used goes to @anastacia-lynn. They've got their own Sweetbitter fic that is amazing so far, so go check it out! ❤

TW: Mentions of cancer treatments & hospitalization, language, drinking, vague mentions of drugs.

This city was the most beautiful when it was bathed in rain. Something about seeing the lights distorted by the heavy drops of liquid, the colors reflecting in the puddles and pools that formed on the pavement, just made New York seem so ethereal. I’d lived here most of my life, moved around a few times when I was younger but I always seemed to end up back in the city. It was hardly perfect, always loud and busy with that big city smell, but it was home. Though it’d been difficult to get by most of the time, the opportunities the city had to offer kept me and my brother rooted here, for the time being at least.

“How’s the weather today?” A weak voice asked from behind me. The faint beeping of the machines pulled me back to the small, sterile room. Through the hospital window the city looked smaller, much less like the ethereal place I’d been imagining in my daydream and more like a cage of buildings and strangers and noise.

“Rainy,” I answered, turning around to offer the man in the hospital bed a smile. Half conscious and buried under a pile of thin white hospital blankets my brother smiled back at me.

Peter shook his head and chuckled. "That'll be fun for you to get home in."

Rolling my eyes I sat down in the chair beside him. "I'm sure I'll manage."

"You've been through worse," he agreed, looking back at the older TV, hospitals didn't exactly have the best options when it came to entertainment, but I supposed we were lucky to have a room with a TV at all.

Time moved so sporadically it was odd to think of just how long we’d been in this place… staring at the same old TVs, but coming across old episodes of Pete's favorite renovation shows always managed to remind me. It had been four years since our dad died. Three since I dropped out of college and come home. Two since Peter was diagnosed with leukemia and one since he'd started being in the hospital more than out of it. Life hadn't been easy, even with the modest savings both of us had and our dad's half of a fairly well off bar. Peter and I never admitted it, but losing Dad was a tipping point of bad. Ever since it happened we both were just thrown to the chaos of life, chaos this city thrived in, and told we could either sink or swim. Lately we’d been sinking, but that was all about to change.

I held the small card in my hands, running the edge of my finger over the slight indentations of the writing in black pen. 22West was one of the most upscale restaurants in this city. It was a place I was well familiar with and so it was rather easy getting an interview with the manager.

Howard smiled widely as he greeted me at the door with a firm handshake. “Lena. It’s good to see you! Right this way, we’ll be speaking in my office.”

Most other potential employees would have been interviewed in the main area, but I wasn’t exactly like most people applying for a job here so Howard happily led me past the bar and towards his office. I could feel peoples eyes on me as they continued setting up for the long night of service and was thankful when the office door closed behind us.

“The place looks great, Howard.”

“Thank you,” he said as he sat down. “I have to say, I was surprised you called and more surprised when you asked me for a job.”

I shrugged. “It’s been a while since I had a steady job and I kinda need the money right now.”

Howard’s kind smile faded as he fussed with his pocket square, clearly anxious about bringing up this next part. “I heard about your brother's condition, I’m sorry you’re both going through so much.”

“Where did you hear about him?” I asked, only to receive a pointed look. With a scoff I nodded. “I should have guessed.”

“But, a job. I’m afraid I don’t have any server positions open currently.”

“I’ll take anything Howard. Fuck, I’ll even do dish.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I think we can do a bit better than that. You have the skill for any of our positions, why don’t we just play the field a bit?”

“Play the field?” I asked with a laugh. “When did you start getting into sports talk?”

“It’s a recent development, one I am finding I’m not very good at.”

“So, you want me to just find what needs done and jump in?”

Howard nodded. “Yes. You’ll mostly be back in the kitchen, but if there’s an opening up front I’ll be the first to offer it to you.”

“I think I can handle that. When do I start?”

That had been a week ago and now tonight was the night, the beginning of the real test. "What time do you need to go?"

I looked up at my brother's pale face, his tired eyes moving from the TV to look over at me. "Not for another hour."

"You should head home. You know, shower and and fix your hair, all that fun shit."

"And leave you here all by your lonesome?" I asked rubbing the rainbow beanie covering his patchy head. "Never."

"Lena," he sighed with a smile. "Go. I'll be fine on my own for a night."

"Seriously, Pete, I'm good."

"You're freaking out." He stated. I hid many things well, but never from him. "This is a lot, everything considered… You want this, Me, you've wanted this for years before all this shit."

He wasn't wrong. He hardly ever was. Finally I looked at him and nodded. "Fine, but call me if you need me. Please?"

He ruffled my hair. "Promise. Now get out of here. And tell Isaac I said hi!"

I pressed a quick kiss to his head and hopped out of the chair, grabbing my coat and bag before making my way to the nurses station. Lisa, one of the regular nurses on my brother's rotation, smiled at me. "Finally taking a breather?"

"Got work to get to now." I gestured to his room. "If anything happens, call me?"

"Of course," she assured me with a light squeeze of my hand. "Now relax Lena, and have a good night!"

I laughed as I started off toward the elevator. "I doubt it'll be any worse than usual."

Rain slid down the windows of the cab as we slowly made our way through New York traffic to my apartment building. It was sort of an in between place at this point. I rarely stayed there longer than a night or two when Peter was in the hospital and even when he was out I usually stayed at his place, just in case he needed me. I paid the cabbie and ran up the steps, trying not to get drenched in rain. I waved to the landlord as I passed by and quickly unlocked my door, wincing at the loud creaking noise it made when it opened. The pungent smell of dust and vague cleaning materials filled my nose instantly, making my head swirl with the suddenness of it. I tossed my bag onto the couch and hung my leather jacket carefully off the back of it, my fingers tracing the worn stitched on letters as I moved to my bedroom and quickly stripped to shower.

The hot water took a minute to kick in, but once I stood beneath the blistering spray of it my tense muscles finally began to loosen. Sleeping on hospital pull outs or in their old chairs was never comfortable, and my body certainly felt it. I tried not to think about the worst case scenario that tonight could turn into as I dried my hair and rummaged through my clothes for the appropriate attire that the high scale restaurant demanded. Not thinking something was difficult when you were about to walk face first into it, wearing clothes that fit too well and left no room to hide among the fine fabrics.

I didn't look like me, I decided when I looked into the mirror to pull my hair back. I looked like someone else… Someone that I might have been a long time ago but now… I shook my head and took a deep breath. There’s no time to turn back now. I reminded myself. Wrapping my leather jacket around my shoulders, breathing in the faint cologne and musk of alcohol and smoke, I let the nervous doubt fade. Peter was right, I wanted this… I'd studied and worked for something similar once. It was time to sink or swim, and I sure as hell wasn't going to sink now.

Jake hated the rain. He hated the way it smelt, hated how it lingered on every sidewalk and street, hated how it soaked through his clothes making him feel even more smothered than he normally did. He rode his bike quickly through the alleyway and nodded to his coworkers as they all huddled near the door smoking. Scott smirked at him and tilted his head to gesture to his pants. “Not the best weather for riding.”

“No shit,” he replied, grumpily as he swung the bike over his shoulder and shoved his way past them into the kitchen. Prep was in full swing, white coats weaving around him and yelling profanities and complaints as he passed by. Normally he’d slow down, take his time to really piss the cooks off with his big bike and sarcastic attitude, but he wasn’t in the mood for it today. Instead he walked up the stairs quietly and plopped his bike into the spot he always did, stripping in the back room and throwing his locker door open.

Light footsteps echoed behind him as he tossed his wet clothes inside and grabbed his work attire. The steps stopped beside the door and a soft sigh, one he knew far too well, filled the room. “You’re early today.”

Jake gave her a quick glance. Simone was ready for work, of course she was, her blonde hair tucked neatly into the ponytail and her clothes pristine, not a wrinkle in sight. It was her stiff face that made him roll his eyes and return his attention to his task. “You’re the one always on my ass for being late.”

“I’m just making an observation, Jake,” she replied, voice soft but he could pick up on the scolding in her tone.

“Well fuck off and go observe someone else.”

Simone set a hand onto his shoulder, the action one that should have made him melt… that had always made him before, but today made his body stiffen. “I’m worried about you. Ever since… You’ve been acting differently.”

The knot that had settled into Jake's stomach tightened as he shook her hand off. “I’m fine.”

Her silence was cold, bringing an uncomfortable shiver up his spine. "Is this about Tess?"

At the mention of her name Jake felt a rush of emotions fill him. Frustration, regret, anger. He looked at Simone and laughed. "Jesus, not everything is about that."

"Jake-"

“I said I’m fine.” He snapped. The silence was deafening for a moment before he sighed. “I’m fine, Simone.”

She nodded, a sadness filling her eyes that made him open his mouth to apologize, but she spoke first. “I know that things have been strained between us since she… Left, and I know you’re probably angry with me for my part in it." She shook her head, clearly frustrated. "I’m just looking out for you, like I always have and always will.”

“I’m not angry with you. She went behind both our backs and tried to get you fired. What happened it's on her. I'm just…” If he were to tell the truth Jake didn’t know what he was anymore. It had been simple before, all of it. He would work this uptight job, he’d keep his coworkers at arms length, he’d be with Simone if she that was what she wanted and if not he’d find some stranger to pass the time with, he’d get fucked up and go home and then do it all over again. It had been enough for him before and then something had happened. Something had changed. He sighed and buttoned up his shirt. “I’m just tired.”

Simone merely watched him for a moment before she, wordlessly, helped him with his tie. She smiled at him and stroked her hand across his cheek. “You can always talk to me. You know that right?”

“Of course I do.” He answered, leaning into her touch, hoping to feel the comfort and calm it usually brought him.

Jake watched her walk away, the knot growing as she vanished from sight. He felt nothing. No matter how much he drank or smoked, no matter how much attention Simone or anyone else gave him it never changed. He was numb. Numb to the city that once entertained him, numb to the things he once took some small measure of pleasure in and most of all numb to the reality of what it meant. He slammed his locker shut and ran his hands through his hair with a sigh. Pull yourself together.

Nicky greeted him as he slid behind the bar and grabbed a rack of glasses to clean. “Ready for a long night?”

He shrugged, putting on his normal unbothered uninterested front. “Always am."

“Well, if the gossip floating around today is true it's going to be real interesting.”

“Howard got more bullshit up his sleeve?” He questioned with a huff.

“Don’t know how much of it will turn out as bullshit, but we’re getting a new friend today.”

Jake’s hands paused in their movements as he glanced up at Nicky with a raised brow and a smirk. “New friend? He actually hired someone then?”

Nicky nodded. “Remember that girl from last week?”

"The one he took to his office?"

"Yeah. He said she was more than qualified."

He hummed quietly as the quick glance he’d gotten of her replayed in his mind. He hadn't really had a chance to get a good look at her, but those that did, Sasha mostly, raved about how she looked like fun. “She must've been real impressive for him to hire her on the spot,” Jake joked. “What time does she get in?”

Nicky looked at his watch. “Any minute now.”

“This’ll be fun,” he replied, with a grin. Maybe that was all he needed to get rid of whatever his fucking problem was, something fresh and fun to toy around with. The kitchen doors opened and a flash of red filled his vision as the unfamiliar figure slid out into the open, pausing by the bar to look around. She was short, wearing professional looking attire, but the way she held herself was different… interesting. Her head turned and their eyes locked.

Most people would have looked nervous, scared even, on their first day in such a prestigious place, but not her. There was no hint of fear in her glimmering green eyes, nothing at all save for a mild annoyance he assumed was directed at him. She looked bored. Jake’s smirk widened as he watched her turn away from them and walk toward the noise of the rowdy family meal. This was exactly what he needed.

Isaac leaned up against the wall in the half covered alley, making light conversation with a few of his coworkers, as I approached. He looked away from them and smiled widely, opening his arms and practically swallowing me in them. “Lena! Took you long enough! I’ve been waiting forever.”

“Sorry,” I answered. “Had to dig these shitty clothes out of my closet.”

He chuckled, dark curls of hair twisting out from beneath his bandana. “Well you look fantastic!”

I gave him a look and rolled my eyes. “I look like a washed up pianist or something.”

Isaac bit his bottom lip to hold back his loud chuckle. “I think you look more like an unsuccessful magician but maybe that's just me."

“Shut up.” I swatted his shoulder and followed him inside, forcing my breath to remain deep and even as the familiar excited chaos of the kitchen raged around me.

It had been years since I’d heard the clamoring of voices and the sharpness of the knives and felt the heat of the industrial ovens and stovetops in full swing. I’d missed it far more than I thought. Isaac led me to the back room and knocked on one of the lockers with a smile. “This one's yours.”

Examining the empty space I tossed my bag inside and carefully shrugged off my jacket, hanging it up. “Where’s my shirt?”

“Howard has it.” I raised my brow at him, earning a quick shrug. “Don’t ask me why, I never know what he’s got going on in his head.”

“Great,” I muttered, closing the locker and turning on my heel, running into a solid body. Every inch of me tensed at the feel of an unfamiliar hand grabbing my arm.

“Careful,” the man said, steadying me. I looked at him, perhaps a bit too coldly, noting his neat brown hair and his wide dark eyes as he held his hands up innocently and gestured to the locker beside mine. “Sorry, I was just trying to squeeze behind you.”

I forced out a hot breath and shook my head. “It’s fine, you just startled me.”

He held his hand out to me with a smile. “I’m Will.”

“Lena.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. “You Howards manager trainee?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“I’ve been trained to identify management,” I replied with a modest shrug.

He chuckled and nodded to Isaac. “She your trail?”

The burly man laughed loudly and shook his head. “Nope.”

Will's eyebrows scrunched together as he looked back at me with a tilt of his head. “Wait, you're not trailing anyone?”

“No, at least I don’t believe I am.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, well I… uh… I guess I can show you around, help you learn the ropes?”

I offered him a pat on the arm. “I’m good, but thank you for the offer. Do you know where Howard is?”

“He’s, uh, downstairs overseeing the family meal.”

“Thanks Will,” I said, sliding past him. “I look forward to working with you.”

I made my way through the kitchen and out the doors leading into the lobby. Everything looked so elegant and at the same time so boring. Nothing had changed about the posh space, not the tablecloths or the chairs or the glassware. It was all frozen in time, everything but the flowers. My eyes settled onto them for a moment, taking note of the tiny speck of new before I turned my head toward the bar, or more specifically the pair of blue eyes burning into me from behind it.

The man was tall, lean with messy dark hair and a cocky grin. He was attractive and he obviously knew it judging by the way his eyes unflinchingly took me in. I should have expected at least one cocky bartender, I thought to myself as I turned away from him and followed the noise deeper into the lobby. A long table was surrounded by the staff, all of them chattering over their plates of food telling jokes and bitching about how tonight was going to go. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice me, everyone but one woman.

Her eyes watched me closely, the plainness of her face revealing nothing outwardly while also telling me everything I needed to know about her. She would be a problem. Her blonde hair shifted as she tilted her head to the side, observant eyes trying to gather as much information on me as they could. She made herself look occupied by swirling the glass of her wine, looking at the liquid for a moment before looking back up at me with a soft smile. Soft and kindly as she appeared I knew better than to fall into such an obvious trap.

"Oooh, what's this?" A thickly accented voice cooed, pulling my attention away from the scrutinizing gaze of the blonde woman. The man was tall, bald with a long face and wide grin, two women moving to stand beside him, studying me with a similar look. "A baby tiger looking to earn her stripes?"

"This one already has stripes," Howard stated, moving toward the group quickly and handing me a neatly packed shirt. The group murmured among themselves, eyes darting between me and each other as Howard pulled a chair out for me and told them to take their seats.

The bartenders wandered back and took seats at the table where plates had already been made for them. The dark haired man sat beside the blonde woman and they shared a few hushed whispers before his blue eyes settled onto me and that shit eating grin returned. I rolled my eyes and focused on Howard as he began the quaint little meeting. A cocky bartender and a competitive shrew. Fucking great.

“It's good to see so many of you looking prepared for another night of excellent service." Howard regarded the group with a sarcastic look as he folded his hands behind his back.

"Is tonight not some kind of special occasion?" The light voice echoed from the blonde woman as she took a gentle inhale of the wine before taking a modest sip with a smile. "I highly doubt you'd bring out such an extravagant bottle for nothing."

"Excellent observation, Simone. It's a welcoming gift from the owner." Shit. Howard smiled down at me and poured me a glass of the rich crimson liquid. "As you are no doubt aware, we have a new member to the family. I trust we'll all be putting our best foot forward to show Ms. Harrow how things are around here."

I smiled politely, quickly examining the wine before taking a drink. "Thank you, Howard. I trust you’ll pass along my thanks to the owner as well for such a gracious welcome."

The woman, Simone, hummed quietly. "A bottle of 2002 Château Lafite Rothschild is quite a gift. I don't think I remember anyone else getting something so… Generous."

Yep. She was definitely going to be a problem. "2000 Château Lafite Rothschild. The 2002 is more acidic than this, fruity but a hair bitter. The temperature of the season resulted in riper grapes and thus the richness of this particular vintage."

"You know your wine," she said with a smile.

"I know enough," I replied with a modest smile. "There's always more to learn."

Howard cleared his throat and resumed control of the gathering, but Simone never took her eyes off me, not even when her companion turned to whisper something to her. I didn't let it bother me, not when I had bigger fish to fry. If the owner knew I was here, then there was a higher chance this whole thing could lead to far more horrifying individuals learning about my newfound job. It wouldn't come to that though, not if she kept her lips sealed, which she would… She'd give me that much respect.

After he’d finished his speech Howard set a hand on my shoulder and I could feel Simone’s eyes drinking the action in. “You’ll be in the kitchen tonight.”

“What does your chef think of that?” I asked cautiously, the last thing I wanted was to piss off the kitchen.

“He’s not exactly… excited, but I’m certain he’ll come around once he sees you in action.”

“That’s a risky play.” I smiled to myself. “It’s a good thing I’m so pleasant to be around.”

Howard only smiled as he turned to attend to his duties before opening, leaving me sitting at the table with the rest of the staff as they all murmured to themselves. I kept my head down, listening to the conversations going on around me before the man from earlier moved from his seat and dropped his dishes in front of me. I looked up at the now smug and smiling face giggling down at me. The Russian slid from his tongue smoothly, naturally, “Wash these, dish bitch.”

I looked back down as his friends piled their dishes on top of his, clearly amused by his antics. With a soft hum I finished the wine in my glass and stood, grabbing the dishes as I did, smiling at the stranger. “Since you asked so nicely.” The crude amusement dropped from his face the second he heard my reply in his native tongue. I gave him a pat on the cheek as I passed. “I’m a bitch with lots of tricks.”

As I walked toward the kitchen I could hear the loud ruckus of shock and awe behind me as the bald man reacted to the little I’d given him. The kitchen doors swung open, revealing Howard speaking to a very angry looking asian man whom I could only assume was the chef. I slid past them and toward the back jumping into washing the dishes I’d been carrying. The young man beside me regarded me with wide eyes as he held his hands out for the pile. “I can wash these.”

There were plenty of dishes already sitting in the sink, a pile that would only grow when everyone else decided to clean up after themselves. “Between the two of us this will go by quickly.” I smiled, diving into the dish pile. “Are you fast?”

“Fast?” He asked, nervously curious as he began tensely working beside me.

“At washing.”

The man chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “I guess.”

“Want to race?”

He nodded and for a few blissful minutes of nothing but simple dish washing and a low stakes wager I felt a spark, old and long dwindling, pulse to life in my chest. I’d really missed this. Being part of a kitchen wasn't unlike being part of a family, and though I had a family, blood and not, a part of me had been longing for this specific kind of closeness.

When there were only a few dishes left the man held his wet hand to me. “I’m Santos.”

“Lena,” I replied, stacking my last dish and shaking his hand. “It’s been a pleasure washing dishes with you.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to help, but you did and I…” he smiled. “Just thanks.”

I bumped his shoulder with mine. “We’re a team, aren’t we? Teammates help each other out, even when they don’t have to.”

“So, you gonna be back here often or are you one of the servers?”

Looking back at the still pissed off chef I sighed. “Guess I should go find that out, huh?”

He glanced at the chef and made a face. “Good luck.”

Moving through the bustling kitchen I stood across the table from the chef and smiled. “I’m-”

“I don’t give a shit who you are,” he said, harshly. “Howard is insane if he thinks I’m just going to let you hop on the line and fuck up my shit. Are you even qualified to work in a kitchen?”

“I am,” I assured him, straightening my back. “You can put me on vegetables or something low risk until you think I can handle it but I promise I’m not here to slow down service, Chef.”

The man hummed, watching me closely with narrow eyes before he nodded to an open station. “You start there, but don’t get too comfortable because I’ll be watching. One mistake and you’re out.”

“Yes, Chef.” I moved to take my place, examining the workstation and the knives to make sure they were sharp and ready for the long night of fast paced service ahead. I took a deep breath, anticipation settling into my gut. Time to swim.

Jake was paying far more attention to his surroundings than he usually did. On a normal night he’d only really pay attention to the bar and the suckers that sat at it looking to drown their sorrows or be wowed by some flashing handwork and a decent drink. Anything beyond the long counter of bottles and ice was practically dead to him, but tonight was not a normal night, not anymore. Jake watched the kitchen doors, his head turning every time they opened hoping to see that flash of red hair and that bored face, but he never did.

Nicky chuckled at him the fifth time he turned. “She’s in the kitchen tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake asked softly. “She on dish?”

“Line,” Nicky replied, meeting his expression of disbelief with a nod. “Apparently she’s killing it too.”

Jake smiled, serving his drink and moving past Nicky toward the kitchen doors. “This I gotta see. Cover me?”

“You got it.”

This girl was either a great liar or she was more experienced with the environment than he thought. He slid into the kitchen, quietly moving out of the way of servers and a few cooks as he moved to get a view of the redhead. She was chopping vegetables at an intensely quick speed, head down and eyes focused on her task. Scott watched her closely for a minute with a slightly impressed expression as she interacted with the rest of the kitchen with ease. This girl was absolutely in her element here and it only made Jake’s curiosity peak more.

When Scott barked some order at her she began moving toward him, an opportunity finally presenting itself. He let her slide past, keeping his head down as he slid directly behind her forcing her to turn into him when she moved to return to her work. Green eyes burned up at him as she stepped away from his chest with a low, surprised noise. “You should be more careful about where you walk, Lana.”

She responded quietly, “It’s Lena.”

“Right,” he said, taking a step forward, pushing her back into one of the counters as he slid past. “Sorry, it’s a hard name.”

He couldn’t see her face as he moved back toward the bar with some random rag, but he could feel her eyes follow him out the door. For the first time in weeks he felt alive, this Lena would do the trick. He’d have some fun and life would go back to normal. Soon the heat from her eyes faded under a new, colder gaze. Simone watched him from across the lobby, her face set in the expected smile and softness of a server, but her eyes held something Jake couldn’t quite place. Not jealousy, not anger… concern maybe.

The night dragged on for hours, and with each passing one Scott, the chef, pushed me harder and harder in an obvious test of my skill and limitations. As the service began to slow he settled in beside me, plating the last dishes with finesse and ease. “It seems I underestimated you.”

“I don’t blame you,” I admitted. “New additions to a well functioning kitchen are always a bit hard to navigate.”

“Where’d you study?”

I shrugged. “A bit of everywhere, I was part of an… extensive program.”

He nodded, the not answer one he thankfully chose to ignore. “Why here? With your skill you could easily find a place with a higher position available.”

“I didn’t finish my schooling,” I said. “Most places hiring for back of house positions want the whole shebang of experience.”

“Why’d you drop out?”

A lump caught in my throat as I sighed. “My dad died.”

Scott paused in his plating to look over at me with a knowing look. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, he lived a good life.” I smiled, fond memories filling my mind for a moment. “But, after he died there was a lot of stuff to work out and I just didn’t have time for both.”

“Well, I don't really know you, so I can’t really say much about your character or work ethics, but you didn't suck tonight.”

I laughed and nodded. “High praise, Chef. You gonna let me stick around then?”

“Eh, why not?” He teased before turning to the rest of the kitchen. “Alright everyone, that’s the last plate. Let’s close it down!”

I cleaned my station quickly, sliding back into place beside Santos and silently washing beside him. Isaac eventually joined us, leaning beside the sink and making light conversation while we worked. “You staying for drinks?”

“Fuck no,” I scoffed looking at him with a raised brow. “The last thing I need tonight is to play twenty questions with people.”

“Oh come on, Lena! Live a little!” Isaac smirked. “Tell her Santos!”

The man beside me shrugged, clearly shy. “I mean they open the bar up. You can get some pretty decent drinks.”

“Decent drinks,” Isaac agreed. “Come on. Please?”

“Not tonight, Isaac.” I wiped the water off my hands.

My friend whined but nodded. “Tomorrow?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m taking that as a yes!”

Santos and I walked to the back room together, changing in relative silence before he cleared his throat and offered his hand to me. “Have a good night, Lena.”

I shook it. “You too, Santos. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

It was easy to sneak out the back door and grab a cab back to the hospital. Usually they didn’t let people in, but given the particular circumstance the nurses let me pass with smiles. “How’d tonight go?”

Lisa grinned. “I was gonna ask you that. He had a good night, though he’s being an absolute pain about resting.”

“Figures,” I joked.

“How was your first day?”

“Good,” I said simply. “Work is work.”

“Don’t I know it honey.” She gave my shoulder a squeeze as she passed. “Try and get that brother of yours to sleep!”

I smiled. “On it Lis!” The room was dark, save the light from the TV, still playing renovation shows, and the dim lights from the city outside. Peter sat up in his bed, eyes tiredly watching the TV as he repositioned his pillows. I knocked on the wall, alerting him to my presence. “Lisa’s pretty pissed at you for being up.”

Peter smiled. “She’s told me as much.” He patted the bed next to him, scooting over to make room for me. “How was work?”

“It was fine,” I said as I moved to join him in the bed. “The place hasn’t changed at all.”

“Figures. Maddie’s always been a bit set in her ways.”

“She knows I’m working there,” I said quietly.

Peter only nodded. “She is the owner, if anyone was gonna know it’d be her.”

“Yeah, she made a big show of it this morning.”

“Give ya and expensive bottle?”

“Oh yeah.”

He chuckled. “I bet everyone loved that. Did you make any new friends?”

I made a gagging noise. “New friends? Fuck no!”

Peter rolled his eyes and looked at me. “You gotta start being more friendly or you’ll be stuck playing scrabble with me every night.”

“I like scrabble.”

“You know what I mean,” he insisted.

“I've got friends, Pete.” I answered. “Prue and Quin, Isaac and Ozzy and all the others.”

“Work friends, Lena. People you can relate to about your fancy new job.”

“It’s not that fancy.”

Peter flicked my forehead. “Not the point dumbass. Just, try to make friends okay?”

I rubbed the now throbbing spot on my head. “Why are you so adamant about me getting all buddy buddy with people?”

“You’re gonna need connections in a place like 22West. I know it and so do you. It’s not the most cutthroat you’ve dealt with, but it’s still a competitive environment with plenty of people out to assume control.”

My mind flashed to Simone and her mumbling companion. “Point taken. I’ll try to be even more friendly tomorrow.”

“That’s all I ask.” He sighed, finally relaxing into the stiff mattress. “Now, how was your day?”

I smiled. "You were right. I did enjoy it a little bit."

He chuckled. "A little bit? Yeah right! Tell me about it, I'm all ears, little sis."

We only talked for a while longer before Peter dozed off beside me. Lisa poked her head in and gave me a thumbs up. As I lay beside my brother, watching the old episodes of his favorite shows I couldn’t help but smile. It was nice, being back in the swing of a kitchen… nice being reminded that life was more than hospitals and treatments and fear. I snuggled deeper into Peter's side, pulling his blankets up higher and closing my eyes. “Sweet dreams, Pete.”

The next day began much like the others. I stayed next to Peter for a while then I went home and freshened up before heading to the restaurant. This time when I entered people greeted me, the cooks were still not totally sold on the newcomer but they recognized me as someone that could at least do the job. Santos gave me a friendly wave as he prepped for a long night of dishes and grime and Scott gave me a nod as I passed by and headed up the stairs to get changed. A post it note was stuck onto my locker with Howards familiar and over the top handwriting telling me to help prep front of house this morning.

I donned the shirt and quickly made my way down to the lobby, ignoring the way everyone still stared at me as I polished glasses and began setting up the salt shakers at the tables, polishing each pair before moving to the next. Soft footsteps moved swiftly behind me and the tall blonde woman, Simone, reached over and grabbed one of the shakers to polish it. The stiff silence sent a chill of anticipation up my spine, but eventually she spoke, “You seem to be quite familiar with the intricacies of this place.”

A classic probe for information, I thought to myself as I remained focused on my task. “I have experience with this line of work.”

“Yes, Howard’s told me as much.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “What confuses me is why you’re here at all. We aren’t short staffed and truthfully Howard only interviews people for the fun of it. It’s rare that he actually hires someone, even more so that they’re hired on with no trails.”

“If you’re going to ask me what makes me special you’ll be sorely disappointed.” I replied with a soft laugh. “I’m not special at all. I’m just like everyone else that works here.”

Simone shook her head. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. Howard and the owner have expressed some kind of gratitude for you being here, that means something.”

“I know what it means,” I assured her.

“Then perhaps you could enlighten me?” Her tone was sweet, almost sickly so as she tilted her head at me.

I sighed. “Listen, I understand that my sudden appearance has disturbed the normal day to day of this place. People are bound to have questions, but I am not bound to answer them. I don't know you and honestly I am not exactly feeling inclined to pour my heart out to you and let you in on my deep dark secrets. I’m here to do the job I was hired to do, that’s it.”

She smiled, a gesture that was now clearly tense. “I’m just trying to figure you out.”

“You don’t need to figure me out to do your job.” I replied. “And I don’t need to be coddled to do mine.”

“Alright then,” she said calmly, coldly.

“Thank you for your help,” I said as I took the now empty tray back to the kitchen and set it down on the counter.

The alley was not exactly the most comforting spot to sit in, but I needed a breather and it seemed like the quietest place. Simone wasn’t unique, she was actually incredibly textbook when it came to places like this. She banked on her knowledge and position in the hierarchy of the restaurant to get her what she wanted. What that was would be more unique to her rather than some generalized whole, but given what little I could gather from her in our short conversations she was looking for control. The only question that remained was why. Control for comfort or control for power?

"Tiger!" The bald man from yesterday sang, as he stepped out into the alley with an already lit cigarette, the two women from yesterday following him close behind. "I’ve finally cornered you! Did you think you could just speak Russian at me and disappear?"

“I was hoping.”

“You speak Russian?!” He shook me with a manic giggle.

"Among other languages," I replied in Russian.

His face lit up and he put a hand over his heart. "It feels like I am home again! You sound like my mother!"

I grinned. "A compliment I hope?"

"Absolutely!" he said, waving his cigarette dramatically. "My mother is the best person in the whole world!"

“Still think I’m a bitch?”

“Oh I’m certain you are,” he laughed. “I am Sasha.”

“I'm Lena.”

He shook his head, blowing a puff of smoke out of his pursed lips. “Too plain!” He pointed to me with his middle finger and smiled. “You are Tiger Bitch now.”

I laughed and shrugged. “Beats dish bitch I guess.”

Sasha wrapped an arm around my shoulder and gestured to the two women smoking beside him. “These lovelies are Ari and Heather.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, offering up my hand.

The first woman, Heather, shook it with a kind smile. Her tight curls bounced as she shifted on her feet. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

The second laughed. “I will never forget the look on Simone’s face when you told her to fuck off.”

“She didn’t say that,” Heather said quietly.

“No, but we all knew that's what she wanted to say,” Ari argued. “Simone certainly read between the lines.”

I breathed out a soft sigh. “I’m guessing she’s not going to just let that go and leave me alone now?”

They all laughed and Sasha shook his head. “No, she’ll likely pester you twice as much now to try and get her little know it all prissy claws into you.”

“Great, that’s just what I need.”

“Oh don’t pout Tiger Bitch,” he cooed, stroking my hair. “If I had to bet on anyone being able to go toe to toe with her, it’d be you.”

“You just want to see a fight.”

He shrugged, mischief shining in his eyes. “I’m Russian. We always enjoy a good fight.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “It’d hardly be a fight. Simone has too much of a hold on things here. Sorry new girl, but I doubt you’d make a dent.”

“I think she’d get a few good hits in at least,” Ari added, digging into her pockets. “Need a pick me up?”

“No thanks,” I answered, the now distant memories of the rush whatever pills she had on her burning in my mind. “I’ve kicked shit like that.”

Ari groaned. “God you’re just like Sasha!”

“You’re sober?” I asked the bald man beside me as he snubbed out his cigarette.

“I am!”

“It’s only been like three months!” Heather reminded him.

He slapped her arm. “It still counts! How long have you been sober Tiger?”

“A while.”

Sasha hummed, examining my face closely. “You look like the type with some really fucked up past.”

I smiled. “Takes one to know one right?”

“You’re a cunt. I love it.”

Will’s head popped out of the back door and he sighed. “There you all are. Service starts in thirty minutes, let's get a move on.”

“Bossy bossy!” Sasha hissed, embracing Will in a tight hug. “Loosen up a bit or you’ll end up like Howard!”

“Or worse, Simone,” Ari said with a snicker.

Will rolled his eyes. “Well at least they’re not wasting time smoking and gossiping.”

“You love to gossip,” Heather chided as she moved past him.

“Not when we have service to prep for.” Will sighed at the crowd and nodded to me. “Don’t let these idiots get you into trouble.”

Each of them made offended noises as we moved through the back hall toward the lobby. “Thanks for the heads up, they seem like real rabble rousers.”

Scott had the kitchen in full swing by the time I’d washed my hands and gotten ready to hop into whatever position Scott wanted me in. He nodded to me. “You’re with me tonight, newbie. Try to keep up.”

I smiled. Finally something somewhat challenging. “Yes Chef.”

It was amazing how it had been years since I'd spent this much time in the fast paced chaos that was a professional kitchen yet my mind and body still remembered every step, every skill and ingredient that it needed to. All those years of study, all the years of sweat and tears and pain that I survived just to have this second chance of sorts… It was all made worth it when that tiny spark began to burn brighter in my chest. It was worth it as I finally began to feel how much I loved this. That was why I was here. Sure, I needed to start making steady money again, but I could do that anywhere… I wanted to be here, wanted to find this passion again.

The night was busy, just like the one before and likely the one to follow, but I kept up with the rush of food and orders and plating. I kept pace with Scott, who never outright praised my work, but looked over everything I did with an approving him. This was where I belonged, a hot and crazy kitchen putting my eager and skilled hands onto the food and sending it out to a crowded lobby of rich assholes willing to blow hundreds of dollars on anything we have them.

As soon as everything was cleaned up I snuck away to my locker, changing into a more comfortable T-shirt and holding my jacket tightly. My fingers ran over the peeling letters. Jack & Ozzy's. I smiled to myself. "Hope you're proud of me big man."

"There you are!" Isaac shouted from the doorway as he stormed towards me. "I was promised drinks."

"I made no such promise!" I reminded him as I pulled my jacket on. "You convinced yourself of my acceptance."

He shrugged. "Same thing. Come on, you're staying for at least one drink."

I signed and let him tug me into step beside him. "One drink. Then I'm outta here."

"Yeah yeah," he mocked. "Could you lighten up just a little?"

"Never." I smirked. "That'd make your life way too easy."

The first night Jake had been… Disappointed. It wasn't often he stuck around too long after service, he had far better places to be of course, but he did. All to see the new girl. He wasn't desperate, not in any sense of the word, if he wanted he could go to a random bar and pick up any girl he wanted. But he wanted this one. He wanted to get that bored look to twist into something more fun, wanted to pull that red hair into his hands, wanted to see just how much she'd give up.

When she hadn't come out with the cook that seemed to be closest to her he felt an irrational sense of frustration rise up into his chest. She'd not even bothered to show up, not even bothered to grace the waiting crowd with answers to their endless questions. It was impressive, or it would have been if he hadn't been so pissed off. He had to spend that whole night listening to them talk about her, the cook giving away nothing to any that asked. Even Simone couldn't seem to stop talking about her. This girl… Lena, was something else and Jake was fucking curious.

So when she slid out of the kitchen doors with the cook on her arm he smiled. He stayed off to the side, observing her as she sat down beside Sasha and gave the group her attention. Simone had already left with Howard like she always did and so now was the perfect time to see what the redhead was really made of. He pushed himself away from the dark corner and moved around the bar, giving Nicky a pat on the shoulder as he passed.

He practically shoved her cook friend out of the way and leaned toward her with a flirty grin. "What's your drink?"

I looked up into those pretty, shallow, eyes of his with a scoff. Who the hell does he think he is? He leaned forward, the chain around his neck almost dangling as he grew closer. I shrugged, giving him my best set of doe eyes. "What can you make?"

That smug, self assured smirk grew wider. "Anything you want."

"I'll just take something simple."

From behind him Isaac rolled his eyes at me. "Something simple then."

Sasha downed his drink and slid his glass toward the man with a smile, "Make me one too Jakey."

I leaned forward against the bar, if a game was what he was looking for I'd play. It'd been a long time since I'd seen a man like him humbled. "Jake? That's your name?"

He looked up at me, self assured and smug still, but his pupils flared when I spoke his name. "Yeah."

"Where'd you learn how to mix drinks?"

"Here and there. It's all about time and practice," he said coolly. "Most people struggle more with the attitude than the actual drink making."

"But not you?"

That smile grew. "Nah, I was born for this shit."

"Hmm."

“What?” The man asked, the cocky look on his face twisting into a challenge.

“I dunno, I just don't think it’s as impressive as you say it is,” I clarified sweetly.

"Maybe not, but this takes a lot of skill, and a bit of charm for good measure. Plus you gotta be good with your hands.” He winked at me.

I resisted the urge to laugh. "You think quite highly of your skills.”

The bartender beside him rolled his eyes and served Sasha another drink. "You can say that again."

The flamboyant Jake simply continued. “I'm very good at my job.”

"How good?"

His eyes flashed to mine, drinking in the shy body language I'd molded. "Is it a show you're hoping to get by batting those lashes of yours?"

I hummed softly. “I'm just curious. Maybe we could make a bet.”

“A bet?”

I stood from my seat, Isaac shaking his head in the corner as he fought against his laughter. I moved around to join them behind the bar and looked up at Jake with a fake look of innocent curiosity. “You make a drink, I’ll watch and then I’ll make it the same way, maybe even better.”

The challenge shined in his eyes as he leaned down closer to me. It was obvious he expected me to back up, to yield at least for a moment, because when I didn’t his smile faltered for a split second. “What will this prove?"

"How complicated bartending can be, and how good you are at it."

"What do I get when I win?”

“Fifty bucks.”

“A fifty dollar drink?” He questioned with an amused noise as he mulled the offer over.

Sasha rolled his eyes. “I’m bored! Take the bet and give us a show!”

Everyone else cheered and Jake’s smile widened as he stood up straighter. “Better pay attention, I won’t slow it down for you.”

“I think I’ll manage,” I assured him, leaning against the bar and turning my eyes to his hands as he gathered up his materials and got to work.

He was a skilled bartender, the fluid movements of his hands reminded me of Ozzy in his prime. Jake’s technique had an extra flare of elegance that I could only assume he’d adopted while working here to give the rich guests a bit of an extra show. His hands curled around each ingredient he used, every drink and garnish being added to the cocktail with finesse and precision. The drink itself was one I’d made a hundred times, the technique was simple enough to replicate. I looked up at him as he shook the drink with a wide grin and a quick wink before he poured it into the glass and added the final touches.

He picked it up and handed it to me, far too cocky and overconfident. “You want to just give me the money and save yourself the embarrassment?”

I took a sip of the drink, light and fruity with a decadent aroma. “Not a chance.”

Jake chuckled and moved around the bar, sitting in my vacated seat beside Sasha. I smiled at him, sliding my jacket off the shoulders, slow and deliberately timed. His eyes shamelessly rolled down my body, fixing on the tiger tattoo on my arm with a curious smirk. Isaac gave my shoulder a squeeze as he moved past with a quick and quiet, “Try not to embarrass him too bad.”

This was going to be fun.

***

Jake settled in his seat, fixing his attention on the new girl. His curiosity rolled around in him like an ever growing ball the more she spoke. Howard had hired her on the spot, something that happened, well, never, and judging by the way she confidently jumped into the fast paced position she knew what she was doing. Still, with all that restaurant knowledge she seemed to have, she was just as innocent and easy to win over as the other women before her. This was his turf and he certainly had an easy win in the bag.

He watched her slowly remove her jacket, knowing full well the play she was throwing out, but still he looked anyway. She was attractive, soft looking skin and big doe eyes, certainly the type he was used to drawing in for some fun. The tiger tattoo was a bit surprising, bold against her skin and large enough that it was certain to be seen. She gathered the same ingredients together, and then flashed him a smile, her eyes shifting from the slightly bored and innocent to confident and fierce in a blink.

As soon as she started to make the drink he was shocked. The way she moved was mesmerizing, everything deliberate and sensual, drawing everyone's attention and praise with complete ease. She was fast, hands moving through the steps with unfaltering grace and what she lacked in finesse she made up for in her charisma and flare. This was not her first time making a drink.

“I think this is what they call a hussle,” Scott observed with a laugh as he settled into the seat beside him.

Sasha was overjoyed. “Oh I like this bitch more and more every minute!”

Once she began shaking the drink Jake couldn’t help but glance at the way her tits bounced beneath her deep cut T-shirt, and when he managed to tear his eyes away from them he was met with a wide grin and a playful wink. Fuck. He thought as an unfamiliar feeling washed over him. Sure he was impressed with her, but it was more than that… something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, a spark that could easily turn into a wildfire if he left it uncontrolled and that was something he absolutely refused to allow.

She slid the drink across the bar to him, leaning over to give him a generous view down her shirt. Jake silently took a drink, the sweetness of the cocktail washing over his tongue in an instant. Fucking… She held her hand out, batting her eyelashes as she waited. “I believe I’m owed a crisp fifty dollar bill.”

He fished it out of his jacket and shook his head with an amused scoff. “Where’d you learn how to do all that?”

With a modest shrug she folded the bill delicately as she replied, “I'm a woman of many talents.”

"And mysteries."

"Especially mysteries."She smiled again bright and mischievous, placing the money between her teeth as she pulled her jacket back on.

God damn. “It’s hardly fair to hussle a coworker on your second day.”

“Yeah, or maybe you just need to be more careful about who you bet, Jerk.” He chuckled at her use of his own words against him.

“It’s Jake.”

She clicked her tongue and held his money in between her fingers. “Right. Sorry, it’s a tough name.” The audacity of this woman… He was impressed, infuriated as well but impressed. She turned to Isaac as he walked back out of the kitchen and waved the cash around. “Dinners on me tonight. Or, I guess, it’s on the master bartender.”

Isaac shook his head. “You gotta stop hustling people you delinquent.”

"If you're gonna be uptight about it I'll share dinner with another delinquent."

Sasha's hand shot up. "Please, Tiger Bitch! I am a delinquent, take me in and let me suckle at your victorious teets!"

The new girl rolled her eyes but grabbed Sasha by the jacket and pulled him with her out the front door. Isaac hurried after them. "Wait, I take it back! Please buy me dinner!"

Jake looked down at the drink in front of him and scoffed. "Fuckin bitch."

Nicky laughed. "Never thought I'd see the day a woman kicked you down a peg. I think I'm starting to like the new girl."

"She certainly makes things interesting."

"Heading home?"

"Later," Jake said, downing the rest of the drink and standing. "I gotta brush up on my tiger taming."

Nicky shook his head as he began cleaning the bar up. "I hope she tears you up."

"Me too."

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Requested from @screaminginfrustrion13

Request: Can I request Asahi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Akaashi, Ushijima, Semi, Tendou, Kuroko and Aomine with an s/o who has really painful periods on her first few days so she avoids her boyfriend because she doesn’t want him to see her like this? She has been doing this for months now.

Men will never understand this problem😐.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, stalking, threatening, manipulation, guilt tripping

Period is a bitch

Asahi Azumane (Aged Up)

🟫The poor guy will suffer from a small panic attack whenever you suddenly start avoiding him. Asahi is somewhat more insecure about himself than some others and and his s/o distancing herself from him every once in a while makes him somewhat believe the worst. He starts fearing that it’s his fault for your sudden behavior and he freaks quite literally out a bit. He’s negatively affected which is visible and it influences his play style as well since he can’t concentrate properly anymore, meaning the other volleyball members find out about this as well. And Tanaka and Nishinoya are the straightforward guys who will actively search for you and confront you about it. They both care for Asahi and are somewhat mad for you hurting him like this, wanting an explanation. It’s only thanks to the help of the rest of the team members that they don’t do it, Daichi reminding them that they might embarrass Asahi about this. He on the other hand tries to talk with you, wanting to know what’s wrong and it’s definitely a slap in his face whenever you quickly run away. At one point he just goes back to stalking you. Doesn’t spam you with messages like some others because once he realizes that you don’t read them, he doesn’t sent them anymore.

🟫And he is beyond confused that afterwards you start acting normally again, being extra nice and affectionate to make up for your acting. It’s of course also good for his nerves, but he also doesn’t know what to make off this and whenever he asks, you don’t tell him or change the topic. He isn’t completely dumb, he will realize a pattern and starts plundering over what exactly makes you always stay away every once in a month. At the very least he knows it has nothing to do with him, he thinks and hopes it at least. But you always come back to him afterwards which makes him suspect that there’s something bothering you during such days. It triggers his overprotectiveness and makes him watch out more. But he won’t suspect that it has to do with your menstruation, he thinks about worse scenarios. He becomes a bit more pushy with his questions after noticing that it happens regularly and his absence of mind is also noticed by his teammates. He tells them about your weird behavior and Kiyoko will realize rather quickly the pattern and tell him what might be the problem. And Asahi feels stupid for not realizing earlier.

🟫He might have a bit experience with it due to having an older sister, but despite knowing the basics he learned in school and the very few informations he has from his sister, he’s pretty much clueless. He seeks advice in Kiyoko and Yachi as well as calling his older sister. He wants to be able to support his darling as good as he can, but for that he has to know first what to even do. He remembers the advice of the girls as well as buying magazines or reading in the internet about it before trying to use whatever he’s learned to be there for you. He’s a bit more clumsy at the beginning because he didn’t expect it to be that bad when seeing you for the first time having your cramps. The girls told him it can be bad, but this exceeds his expectations by a lot. He’s unsure for the reason he doesn’t know this problem and for that feels like saying something wrong might make you snap since you might be more sensible. But he tries his best and follows Aldo what you tell him might help you. He completely orientates himself after you which might end in you bossing him around a bit, though he’ll gladly also cuddle with you if it helps. Also has Kiyoko and Yachi as his emergency numbers saved.

Tōru Oikawa (Aged Up)

👑Oikawa will be irritated by all of this extremely. It’s even worse due to you already being together with him and being his girlfriend which doesn’t help his possessiveness. You love him already or otherwise you wouldn’t have accepted his confession. So why suddenly avoiding him? It just doesn’t go well with his delusions that he is the best so he pushes the blame on everyone else, besides him and you. He comes up with countless other things that night be the reason for you not wanting to see him all of a sudden. Maybe someone else threatened you, maybe his fangirls are messing with you and a hundred other things. But it’s alright! He’ll listen and solve the problem and won’t be angry with you at all. He just won’t leave his darling alone afterwards, no matter how hard she tries. He doesn’t believe it has to do anything with him and since you’re obviously being bothered by something or someone, it’s his job to be there for you. But he does find himself getting extremely confused if you refuse to tell him and avoid him, leading to him not leaving you and spamming you constantly until it escalates of him visiting you at home.

👑He latches extremely onto you after the first time, still believing that something must have happened to you and whilst he also is glad that it is over now, he is determined to find out to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Oikawa smothers his darling afterwards just even more than usual, promising to not let it happen again. But it does. And this makes him explode almost and he grows a bit paranoid since it happens afterwards again. Just like Asahi, he sees a pattern of you acting strangely, happening once a month. But he doesn’t have plans on what exactly it is either which scares him and pestering you won’t help either, you refuse to tell him. It makes him afraid, not knowing how to take care of a problem he doesn’t know off and he starts shooing people away from you to hopefully get rid of the problem like this which won’t work. It makes him more unfocused than usual, though still managing to pull it together during volleyball since he drags you along and wants to impress you. But it’s noticeable that something bothers him and his teammates will have to endure his exhausting behavior, complaining and fuming since he doesn’t know how to help you.

👑He goes out socializing, asking friends and family and one of them or one of his teammates might have brought up the idea that it has to do with your period. And that’s when the lightbulb went on in his head and in the next he was searching for his darling to ask her if it was all about her period. He doesn’t have a female manager and certainly won’t ask his fangirls about this. He finds himself calling his sister and asking his mum for advice as well as your own parents on how to help you which makes him in their eyes appear in a great light. And if you thought that he was overbearing before watch him now because he will not let go anymore, especially if you have your period. He feels mad that he didn’t suspect it sooner and apologizes to his darling, buying them small gifts and suffocating her with kisses and hugs to make up for it. He’s just a bit more at ease now that he knows what was going on and he sees it as his responsibility to help you through your cramps. He informs himself well about this which might surprise his darling, but he wants to be able to help you after all. Do not worry, now he’s here for you. Oikawa still ends up not leaving much private space, especially if he sees that you’re in pain in which case he thinks that being all touchy with you will help.

Hajime Iwaizumi (Aged Up)

🤎In a small way Iwaizumi respects your private space a bit, meaning whilst he feels uneasy about it, he steps back if he thinks that you need a bit time for yourself. He’s more accepting and tries to take his mind off if you in the meantime, though it results in him thinking even more about you and worrying that something might happen and wondering what you’re doing. But he endured in hopes that tomorrow everything will be fine again. It’s the second day that has him feeling concerned since you still stray away from him whenever he comes near you. His reaction is a mix made out of worry and growing frustration which only grows the following days afterwards. It messes a bit with his head since he thought that you trusted him when it comes to such serious things and not telling him makes his mind run wild a bit. He corners you a bit, begging you to just tell him what is the problem so he can help and things can go back to how they used to be. He can help you! You just have to tell him! But it just isn’t no use which leads Iwaizumi to the kind of frustration where he feels like he could rip his hair off. Since his darling doesn’t want to tell him, he finds himself asking classmates and friends and if they don’t know either, he gets a bit anxious. You don’t reply to messages either.

🤎What really sets him off, even making him mad at his darling a bit, is that this repeats every once in a while. Hajime is fine with you having a few secrets, but he has every right to know what is currently affecting your relationship so much that you just straightforward show him the cold shower every once in a while, it worries him extremely and messes indeed badly with his mind. It makes him becoming more aggressive with his words and his string of patience ends up being extremely tightened all the time, making him snap easier and he lets part of his frustration during volleyball out, making him smash the balls with scary brutality. He even starts becoming more harsh and strict with you, this whole event seemingly wearing his patience down. He doesn’t mean to be this way to you, but please understand that he is simply just worried over you. He also doesn’t see any sort of connection and whilst he keeps an sharper eye on people around you, there’s no one who seems to threaten you every once in a while. He talks at one point with Oikawa about it since that guys annoys him about his constantly terrible mood and he also needs someone to talk too.

🤎He realizes that he has to calm down so he might just discover it after a while for himself and asks you the next time he sees you to find out if it’s true or not. And he feels like an idiot for not thinking about this earlier and also shows more understanding about it. You might have not felt comfortable telling him this which he understands a bit, but you still had him worrying over here. But he has no one to really ask too despite maybe his mother and he will for sure not ask Oikawa for any sort of advice. And he also feels too uncomfortable to ask classmates so his main knowledge will be gathered per internet as well as asking after some time your friends as well as maybe even your parents, though he’s flustered to talk about it, but it’s appreciated. But his darling will have to whip him a bit into shape since he is still a bit more unsure on how to act. In all honesty, he might have thought that you were exaggerating when telling him how much you suffer until he has you wailing in agony for the first time which makes him just panic and suddenly he’s running around and bringing you whatever might help you. Chocolates, a plushie, tea, a hot-bottle or just trying to comfort you by cuddling you and rubbing your stomach.

Tetsurō Kuroo (Aged Up)

⚫️For Kuroo it is for the biggest part just a very unpleasant discovery to have. He just didn’t see it coming and you never acted like you were unhappy with him before as well. You accepted his confession gladly and were always happy when with him. There was just no sign of something going the wrong way. Her also rather confident that he didn’t do anything wrong, though asking you if he perhaps said something you took the wrong way. He doesn’t get an answer though, you instead just excusing yourself quickly and actively avoiding him, ignoring his messages and calls he sends worriedly after you. He also tries to ask classmates what happened, if you had an argument with a certain student or if someone threatened you in which case he will scare someone away. But if there is no one anyone knows about, he runs somewhat out of options. Kuroo is pretty persistent, meaning he’ll try to talk to you for a long time as well, maybe even the whole few days where your at your worst. He just wants to have a normal talk with you so he can find out what is bothering you. He really just wants to help you and sees it as his job to be there for you since he became your boyfriend for a reason.

⚫️He is a bit stunned by the sudden change of behavior after a few days, not knowing what happened all of a sudden. Something obviously changed, but he doesn’t know what exactly changed and it catches his thoughts off guard. He is much more thoughtful and Kenma and all of his teammates will notice that something is currently worrying him, though he will at the very least try to act like he’s fine since he doesn’t want other people interfering too much. That’s a problem he has to solve on his own. So the next time it happens again, you not wanting to be with him and continuing to ignore him completely again, he connects the dots quickly. He actively asks around if something around you has changed, if something happened at home or about anything that might have led to this act of yours. At one point he also stops chasing after you, kind of suspecting that you’ll come after a few days back to him which puts his nerves a bit at ease, though his mind is still clouded with concern. Kuroo still tells Kenma at one point about this, needing someone who he can tell the burden currently pressuring him given the situation. You’re hiding something from him and he doesn’t like it at all.

⚫️But Kuroo is alert and has an older sister as well, so I see him as someone who will eventually find out on his own. It might even be that he realizes quicker than some others in here, though he still feels a bit mad that he didn’t notice sooner since you are a girl after all and have once a month your period. And he has already a huge basic knowledge due to his sister, though he definitely texts her a bit for some advice if he should feel the need to improve his knowledge a bit more. But the person he relies most on is his darling since she’s the one who he does all of this for in the first place. He won’t embarrass you about it, experiences with his sister remind him that women can have painful cramps whilst they’re on their menstruation and also react more sensitive which is why he will keep his tongue in check when he notices that you have your bloody days. And he adjusts quickly to the situation and at one point kind of starts knowing what to do to help you at the very least a bit. He might be negatively shocked when seeing how bad it really is with your cramps, but he manages to keep his cool instead of storming around in the house like Iwaizumi does.

Keiji Akaashi (Aged Up)

🍁Akaashi gives his darling a lot of space and time, he might be a bit clingy from time to time, but he needs his own time as well which is why he respects is darling’s private space as well. And similar to Iwaizumi, he will leave you on your own for quite a bit, focusing instead of other things. That said, he’s also intelligent and observant, catching on quickly to the fact that you seem to avoid him because of something. And that’s where his overprotectiveness slowly starts kicking in, questioning himself what happened that makes you want to stay away from him. He asks you about it and if he said something or did something that might have hit the wrong spot or if someone is annoying you. He goes out to ask his darling and offers to listen and to understand, making him feel worried if you should just decided to ignore him and tell him that you can’t tell or that it’s nothing because it is not. But he isn’t too dumb to start annoying you and getting on your bad side either, he would much rather have you coming to him willingly and tell him. Of course he stays near you all the time and observes your surroundings, trying to detect what exactly makes you act like this.

🍁It just screams suspicious as soon as you start acting normal again, though he also feels glad that the issue seemed to have solved itself. You refuse to tell him which makes him still feel a bit on the edge, but he seems to be fine for now. But the accident doesn’t leave his mind, most likely because he doesn’t know what exactly the trigger was which is why he instantly starts suspecting that it has to do with the same accident a few weeks ago the moment you stray away once again. And now you have him worrying a lot more, somewhat thinking that this might become a daily process if your relationship which isn’t fine with him at all. He grows a bit more pushy with his attempts to question you, but he realizes when you are in a bad mood and don’t want to talk with him which is why he steps back and let’s you be, which is appreciated by you. Bokuto noticed that his friend seems to be a bit more worried than usual and wants to talk with you about it since he knows that you’re Akaashi’s happiness so it has to do with you. Akaashi ends up holding him back, not thinking it’s the best idea to have Bokuto talking with you whilst you are so sensitive.

🍁But together with Kuroo he’s one of the fastest to have his suspicion what’s going on after the second time it happens. Personally believe that he was prepared for this beforehand. He just kind of cuts all the possibilities for this out and knowing it happens once a month and that you’re a woman leaves a pretty obvious choice open which sounds logical. Whilst he will never fully understand this problem since he’s a man, he knows that girls can be extremely sensitive and have painful cramps on their period. And he is relieved when you tell him the truth after he bluntly asked you about it. You didn’t want him to see you in such a condition which is somewhat understandable for him, but he plans on living with you together so at one point you would have needed to tell him anyways. It’s better if he knows how to handle this problem sooner than later. From biology he knows the basics and from magazines and other articles where professionals and doctors explain periods and how to help with painful cramps he can definitely broaden his knowledge. But ultimately he asks you the most about it since you have the best experience with it. So the next time you’re on your period, he’s there for you and has made his preparations which hopefully will help you. Because whilst he can buy tampons and other stuff like this, otherwise he doesn’t know immediately what to do, but he’s a quick learner.

Wakatoshi Ushijima (Aged Up)

🦅Ushijima never really considered something like this to happen to him. He is delusional and believes you will have to love him as well. And you’re already in a relationship with him so why wouldn’t you love him? This is what ends up agitating him so much when you suddenly start doing exactly what he never expected to do and since he was not prepared for it, it is just such an incredibly unpleasant discovery for him. Ushijima doesn’t let it slide for too long either, he doesn’t have the best string of patience when it comes to such things and the very next day you’ll have him asking you what exactly happened and why you’re being like this all of a sudden. And trying to run away from him makes him only follow you around even more, he kind of doesn’t realize that it might make you uncomfortable and even if he does, he excuses it by thinking he only wants to help which he really wants. Suddenly seperating you from him like this doesn’t suit well with him and he wants to know the reason why and if he has to corner you a bit so you tell him and he can take care of it, then so be it. Ushijima is extremely intimidating to start with and he might even scare his darling a bit because he becomes a bit more intense after only a short time.

🦅Funny thing is that he might forget faster about this incident the moment you apologize for your behavior with some bad excuses and go back to acting like before again. Of course he is more warily the first few days after, still not trusting you and still interrogating you about it, but if you are just extremely affectionate with him and shower him somewhat in kisses afterwards, he just pushes it back into the back of his mind for a while since everything seems to be fine again. He does grow more possessive and less ready to let you spend too much time with other people since he blames them. This is probably what made all of this so much more of a harsh kick when it happens again and now his patience just snaps and he starts lingering behind you and shoo people away, hoping to solve the problem like this. It doesn’t work though and he starts questioning whether or not he did something wrong. He’s irritated which is visible for his teammates and Tendou tries to cheer him up as good as he can in hopes of helping him whilst also trying to speak with you for Ushijima. He’s Tendou’s friend after all.

🦅This guy is rather clueless about all of this so he will take the longest time to finally have his answer for the problem and it ends up being a suggestion of one of his teammates, probably Tendou because that guy put in work to find out what your motives are. And afterwards someone will have to explain to him to how exactly this works because whilst he recalls what he has heard in certain subjects about it, that’s about all he has. And the part with the painful cramps is a bit new to him, but it is an explanation he will have to take abs ask you because it’s one of the very few answers he has left. Once you admit it’s true, he just really starts to think about this for the first time, realizing that he will have to know how to treat you during such times because he plans on marrying his darling and if she has this once a month, he has to know. But here his darling will have to teach him or else he’ll end up asking Tendou when being confused about something he read somewhere about the menstruation. And Tendou isn’t the best to ask about this either so you have to do it, from the seize of your period to what might help and Ushijima just listens because you’re the only one who can help him. He will still need some training until he knows alone what to do without having to ask you.

Eita Semi (Aged Up)

❄️Not wanna be rude, but Semi is a controlling and possessive bastard to say the least. He’s peeved with everyone, even you as soon as it happens because Semi has to know that he is the one his darling relies on and trusts with everything that might bother her so it is an extremely angering event from him. It opens his eyes to the fact that he doesn’t have you quite where he wants you to have yet and he plans on changing that. He starts from a very early point on to scare people away from you and to isolate you so you end up running back to him and tell him what is currently bothering you. And he will gladly take care of the problem then. Initially he doesn’t try to be that way to you as well, he just acts like the extremely concerned and worried boyfriend who is ready to listen when you want to tell him when in reality he already works on finding it out as fast as possible. Semi is also not above cornering your own classmates and even friends about this because they might know something he doesn’t and if they know, they better tell him. Whilst he tries to be friendly to his darling so no one starts making up rumors that you and him might have broken up, the moment he gets tired of acting like this with still no answers he can get more ruthless to you as well.

❄️To be completely frank, he won't even calm down after the first few days are over and you are back to normal again. Because he still has no clue about why you did what you did in the first place. And he hates not knowing such things, it makes him uneasy and tense knowing that his s/o keeps something from him. He wants to know such things because it gives him the feeling he knows better how to keep you under control and such an incident doesn't help his possessiveness either in the least bit. Even for you it is noticeable that he grows so much more territorial since he doesn't know if it will happen again. So when it does he has a small outburst and it leads him to the point where he doesn't have qualms anymore on peeling his mask off in front of you as well, meaning he'll just start becoming extremely pushy with you as well just so you tell him finally what's going on. He doesn't like this behavior at all and kidnapping slowly becomes a good option to ensure that you don't flee every once in a while. At the very least then he'll find out what's wrong. He doesn't tell his teammates either and if they ask him why he's been so aggressive lately, he barks that it's none of their business. He wants to solve this alone since it's his darling.

❄️So his teammates wouldn't be exactly the ones who end up telling him. Chances are that one of your classmates, one of the female ones, or your friends ended up telling him because if Semi senses that one of them knows something, he pressures them to tell him. He would still need time until he's found it out, but after he did, things roll really fastly. To begin with he feels like a fool for not considering this option sooner, though he'll blame it a bit on you as well for hiding this from him. He should have been there for his darling during such times, especially if you're in so much pain like you confess you are. Because he is your boyfriend, you should rely on him and he doesn't want others to comfort you during such times, much less touch you in any way to comfort you. He won' admit that he doesn't know about this topic either, he is the type to downplay it and secretly search and read whatever he can find out about it. He won't ask either, not even you since he has his pride as well. Semi feels somewhat awkwar to talk about this with others since he has no experience with it himself. He walks somewhat blindly into all of this which is visible and it ends anyways with you structuring him a bit the moment you have your time of the month.

Satori Tendou (Aged Up)

❤️He reacts the most emotional to any sort of sudden coldness and rudeness his darling could show him since Tendou is a highly sensible person, he's vulnerable when it comes to his s/o. And if you do something which he interprets the wrong way, he feels extremely down. So his reaction will be just pure sorrow and anxiety the moment he notices it. Tendou took a while to confess to his darling due to his insecurities and he literally feels like he entered heaven after they accepted him. He just automatically starts thinking that it was something he did, but he doesn't go to ask his darling because it's literally like a bullet shooting through his heart when he walks to you, you look at him and instantly go the opposite direction, mumbling a shaby excuse why you have to leave. It has to be his fault, doesn't it? It's just the most obvious choice and he goes with it as well since he is the certified weirdo and creep for everyone. It's nevertheless a shattering experience for him and different from many others he won't start threatening people or scare them away, he doesn't have the strength once he doesn't have you and it just strips him from all the indifference he might have when other people say bad stuff about him. With his darling he lost the walls which protected him and it leaves him bare and defenseless. He just had learned to be fine with everything else other people might think about him as long as you love him. Now he doesn't have you anymore, even if it's only for a few days. Tendou is desperate.

❤️It's this desperation that has him clinging extremely onto his darling once she approaches him again because he was just terrified these past few days. Tendou doesn't ask you why you did what you did, he still doesn't want to know if it had anything to do with him and he has his darling back and that's pretty much all he has to know to rebuild his confidence once again and feel happy with you again. He also wants to be the one receiving more affection after this momentary departue of you two, it would just be extremely soothing for him, though he grows more suffocating as well once he thinks you're fine with him being even more touchy than usually. And Tendou just wants to forget about this incident. It's fine, you're back and you still seem to love him so why would he have to remember this nightmarish experience? He doesn't want to, though such things just get engraved in his memories. But he can manage to live with it as long as he has you again. So doing this again to him doesn't end well, it ends with him having a small meltdown and talking with Ushijima about it to have at least a bit comfort. But he never asks about it and just latches onto you as soon as you step to him. As long as you love him and won't leave him, he doesn't care. He doesn't want to know unless he knows someone else is threatening you.

❤️He doesn't talk with anyone except Ushijima about this and that guy won't give him an answer about all of this as well. It might just end with you yourself confessing after some time to him why you've been avoiding him every once in a while because Tendou doesn't question you about it. And for Tendou it feels like someone just teared invisible chains on his chest apart which kept him from breathing freely. He was so worried all the time that you needed from time to time your time away from him so you would be able to get over his smothering behavior when in reality you just didn't want him to see you in such a pained and pathetic state as you quote it. But Tendou thinks completely different about this. Having to hear how painful this all is for you makes him feel bad for not having been so much more earlier there for you and after all you've done for him, it's the very least he can do for you. He knows that he knows only little about this and afterwards you'll catch him often hanging in front of his mobile and reading some advices on certain websites about what to do to help a woman on her period. And different from what others sometimes picture him like, Tendou is not a sadist and he hates seeing you in any sort of pain which has him panicking a bit when witnessing your cramps and it ends with him smothering you in hopes of making you feel better.

Tetsuya Kuroko (Aged Up)

👤Kuroko is more respectful as a Yandere to have for the simple reason that, once he is in a relationship with his darling, he gives her private space if he thinks she needs it ans she asks him for it as well. If he should be worried, he just starts stalking you and with his weak presence not many people notice him. That said, there is a really important difference between needing time for yourself or just ignoring him because something is bothering you and Kuroko knows how to tell the one thing apart from another. And currently you do the latter which hits him wrongly. Because deep down Kuroko hates being showed the cold shoulder and being avoided by you, the person he loves more than anything. He still tries to go with the more mature option at first ehich is talking with you and asking you what exactly has suddenly led you to not wanting to be near him anymore, but you never answer and this worries him. And Kuroko realizes that you don't seem on planning to tell him anywhere in the close future either which is why he decides to just stalk you from the distance and hopefully find out what has led to your sudden change of mind. He's aware so the thought of you having found out about his more hideous side definitely crosses his mind and it worries him since that would mean that he has to go with other ways.

👤He won't really allow himself to calm down even after you returned after a while since you still refuse to tell him what happened and Kuroko is good in reading the habits of people so he knows that you don't mean it when you say that it was nothing and that he shouldn't have to worry about it. It makes him even more alert and he tries to figure out where exactly the problem lays. At the very least he now knows you didn't discover his real side which means he doesn't have to think about having to kidnap you or anything like this. Instead he focuses his energy on trying to discover what happened during those last days. Kuroko will however let it go after a few weeks when nothing seems to happen and you act normal again. It makes him think that it was maybe nothing too huge to worry after all. That would be until it happens again and Kuroko is smart, he knows exactly that it has to be the same problem he had to worry about a few weeks ago and now he won't overlook this anymore. But he also knows that you won't talk which is why he decides to stalk you. It's visibe that he's more on edge and he might tell his friends and team about this.

👤He would either find out through stalking, probably hearing you talking about how you hate being on your period or happens to catch a glimpse of the pads and/or tampons you have in your back or Momoi and Riko tell him their suspicions that perhaps you have your menstruation since they are familiar with that problem as well. And so it's obvious who he will ask for this, having two girls who can give him the best advice about all of this. He isn't mad with his daring, girls might feel uncomfortable to talk about this with others, but it's a natural thing to happen and he tells her that he doesn't feel disgusted or is angry with her at all. Most of all he is just glad this all is because of your period and not because of something else, he had thought about other worse scenarios. He also isn't really ashamed to ask Satsuki and Riko a lot of questions and won't hesitate to question you as well if he knows you're comfortable with speaking about it. He just gathers informations as quickly as possible so he is as good prepared as he can be the next time you have your days again. And for someone who has never had much experience with this before he is surprisingly good. But he also isn't completely unexperienced either, knowing a bit how you might act due to being friends with Satsuki.

Daiki Aomine (Aged Up)

💙Aomine doesn't like being apart for his darling for too long, though he knows he can't stick near her all the time. There are just moments when you and him can't be together and whenever he knows this, he gets extremely grumpy and less bearable for others since he's in a bad mood when he isn't with you. For Aomine his darling is without a doubt in his mind the best thing that has ever happened to him and she's the person he wants to be together for the rest of his life. And Aomine can be surprisingly prone, especially when you are in the picture since you make a rough man go soft. He's a bit more sensitive if you all of a sudden start avoiding him since he is already your boyfriend and everything seemed to work out just fine between you two. He certainly tries to get you into telling him just why exactly you suddenly avoid him only to end with you quickly trying to search for some sort of escape which hurts him on the other hand a lot. He's confused just as much as he is heartbroken and he can become emotional if he wants to what happens especially when he's with you. Aomine tries to guilt-trip you at first, all of this seriously upsetting him and it's not going unnoticed by you. He is lucid of his feelings, though not caring about it as much as Kuroko does, but eventually he starts assuming that you might have heard something from one of the people he roughed into shape a bit.

💙Let me tell you that he is not dumb, he knows that something is going on the moment you come back, acting completely normal like usually, but always changing the topic if he asks you about this. Daiki knows you hide something and he also feels like the problem isn't solved since otherwise you wouldn't try to keep quiet about it that hard like you do. His friend Momoi confronted you during your time where you avoided him as well since she cares about Daiki a lot and knows that he is genuinely in love with you. Why would you hurt him like this after all that happened? She's angry, but also knows that you aren't the person to stay away unless something really worries you. And other people would secretly beg for things to go back to how they were as well since Aomine is now extremely trigger-happy as well as sensitive, he will react much more violent and emotional than normally which has it's affect on his basketball playstyle as well. But Aomine is also a very special case in here because I feel like he would, now don't be surprised, the one who might realize it the fastest from all people in this post.

💙Because he's been stuck with Satsuki since forever and saw her having her mod swings, cramps and emotional disasters. He saw anything and he most definitely learned a lot of things from her as well which is why he is the best informed about it. It's probably Momoi who found out anyways because she's a girl which might lead you to telling her since you feel comfortable with her and Momoi is your best friend as well. Aomine on the other hand might have found it out all by his own as well, though Satsuki would confirm it to him by telling him afterwards. Because somehow this seems very familiar if he counts your behavior down in his head. You avoid him, act more emotional and moody than usually as well as rushing more often to the toilet and not being able to sit for too long without changing positions and looking nervous. He's seen that behavior from his pink-haired friend a lot of times before. And in all honesty, he might have taken certain preparations about this beforehand because Satsuki always scolded him for never having done preparations whilst she was on her period and she most likely told him after he became your boyfriend that he should cover that aspect better up than with her. And he listened to her advice, wanting to be a good boyfriend. And he is not ashamed of it either, always having extra tampons or pads with him if you need some and preparing hot-bottles the moment you have another wave of cramps rolling over you. You might be surprised how well informed he really is, though Satsuki still continues to give him advices. But for the most part he manages to handle it alone, being extremely careful since you might be easier to agitate during such times.

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hozierandco · 3 years ago

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Sam Fender x Reader / smut / If Friday don’t come soon

A/N: Some good-old enemies to lovers. Unprotected sex.

Plot: When Dru's brother gets married, the stag do may become the most interesting part...

"No! I'm with Dru!"

"We've been at if for ten minutes now. I've already made my point that I know him for a longer time than you do" Sam trumpeted to an enraged Y/N.

"C'mon, be a gentleman for once. Let me go with him"

"You know what? He'll decide, how about that?"

"Sounds fair"

Who would have thought that for a common friend's stag, the hardest would be to pick the teams rather than to choose the actual activity.

Y/N had the priviledge to be the only woman amongst the boys at the stag, since she didn't know any guest on the side of women apart from the bride and since she was Dru's girl best friend, Dru being the groom's brother.

What it means however was that Samand Y/N would have to take on themselves not to ruin the night. It was a funny thing that Dru's closest friends were so different from one another. Ever since he had introduced them to one another, they fought like cat and dog.

The activity was set on paintball since Dru and his brother had played to it growing up. They were therefore reputed to be ruthless to the point that both Sam and Y/N wanted him on their team.

"Dru" Sam called for his drummer who was discussing with Joe.

Dru sighed, knowing that leaving Y/N and Sam together was not a good idea.

"We're facing a problem there. This diva here and myself both want to be on your team next Friday. We just need to fix it once and for all"

"Oh... I thought you knew that I'm teaming up with Eddie. Since you know, I'm his best man. And you know, his brother"

"Clearly, we stand zero chance to win if the Michaels team up" Y/N fainted pouting. She was eager to win to prove Sam she was good for something but now, she had no chance of that happening.

"Oh well then... Joe? Pairing with old Sam?"

"Thanks, Fender, always like to be the second choice! But I'm already with Emmett"

"Actually, I think you're the last two" Dru added with a grimace. It would be a blood bath.

"I better be alone in that case. Better than being with Fender"

"Yeah, thanks! As a matter of fact, I'm pretty good with it but you're right on one thing, I'll better be alone too"

"Yeah.. Not possible. Reservations are made for two"

"C'mon now!" Y/N sighed.

"That's bullocks" Sam grunted.

"You promised to behave!" Dru chided.

"Fine, I guess but you better be good!" Sam threatened.

"I'm a pro, Sam, who you take me for?"

Both Dru and Sam knew it was a lie and that the two of them together would fail miserably.

If it was not for the lack of brain cells they shared, it would be by lack of teamwork.

In an effort not to ruin the stag do and to stand a chance at paintball. They now knew they wouldn't be the first but there was no way they'd be last.

They agreed to see each other alone to discuss past disagreements and strategies.

"You're stubborn, Fender! I wasn't the first to be rude. You came up and pulled out that silly Aldo Maccione play at me"

"That's utter BS. I didn't do that! First, you're not my type at all and second, I don't fuck Dru's friends!"

"Yeah, I know the feeling. I care too much to do that too, I wouldn't risk losing him for a random bloke"

"I'm glad to hear you say"

"I'm sorry I misjudged you"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I sent you mixed messages. Let's start over, shall we?"

"Yeah, alright! So what's your type then?"

Sam scoffed "Easy now, you might be a part of the boys' club but I ain't talking about that with you"

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The Friday arrived and all the guests had arrived by the paintball spot.

"Alright, ready to get slaughtered by the Michaels?", the groom-to-be asked while Dru began a haka of his own creation.

In spite of the rain that was softly falling down, the troops advanced and got their weapons of choice.

"Let's split here!" Y/N suggested as Sam and her reached a cabin that had been a collateral victim of many painters.

"Alright. It's 7.30. Let's meet here in an hour, okay?" Sam asked.

"Sure"

In the forest that was to be the battlefield, all of the groom's friends were shouting when approaching one another. The rain was getting thicker and Y/N hoped that her way back to the cabin wouldn't be sprinkled with a mishap like falling in the mud.

As she arrived by the cabin, earlier than expected as she was seeking for a shelter, she noticed Sam's shirt covered with large spots of green, purple and black on his jacket that was once white.

"Really? You got hurt how many times to end up like that?"

With the rain, the paint had started melting.

"Come under" Sam indicated so Y/N wouldn't get soaking wet "I might have overrestimated my talents"

"So have I" Y/N unveiled her shirt that was covered with the same range of colours.

"Making me feel bad for being lame when you're in the same state, really?"

Y/N's bra started showing off through the white blouse she had picked.

Sam couldn't help but to stare at what he was given to see. It was not his habit to stare but Y/N with the rain dripping off her and paint all over her clothes was simply irresistible.

He came closer to her, not believing his eyes when not only she didn't refuse the contact but she also moved closer.

They were now inside the cabin made of stone "Here, take that" Sam gave Y/N his jacket to protect her from the cold and as he put the jacket over her shoulders, he leaned for a kiss that Y/N gave back when their lips parted.

"You don't fuck with Dru's friends, huh?" Sam ironically asked.

"I'm not your type, huh?" Y/N replied tit for tat.

"You're clearly not my type" Sam continued as he pined Y/N to the cabin's entrance wall.

"Good, cause you're not mine" Y/N said as she attacked Sam's neck.

He got rid of enough clothes, on his side and on Y/N's to feel her around him. Y/N wrapped her legs around him, allowing her partner in crime to fall deeper inside her.

By fear of being caught, Sam sped up his moves. To help himself in the process, he had displayed his arms on the wall behind Y/N.

From afar, they could hear Dru rejoicing over yet another victim of his skills as a sniper. The noise got closer, which didn't work out well for Y/N and Sam's plans as they started a little concert of whimpers and moans.

They hushed each other down by uniting their lips. It was the perfect timing since a couple of seconds later, Sam unleashed the torrent that had built inside him.

Y/N was close too and prayed that Dru would go away since she knew she'd be unable to hold back her moans.

And indeed, Dru had set on running after Joe.

"Fuck, Sam. What would it be if I was your type?" Y/N asked as she was coming back from her orgasm.

"We should find the others" Sam said in a giggle.

As the two of them left, Sam ventured to take Y/N by the hand.

"Where were you?" As Dru asked, he noticed Sam's hand in Y/N's.

"Looks like you haven't lost everything tonight!" Dru winked at them.

#sam fender imagines #imagines #sam fender #smut #enemies to lovers #trope or not trope

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crystallhamptonhersheykiss · 3 years ago

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Watching the Villainous season 1 trailer, I'm excited for the show to officially start, and I was thinking about some of the stuff I'm hoping to see in season 1 and beyond.

1. Having the Instagram stories being important to the first season. We know that Penumbra was captured and Sunblast has been looking for her. I hope that storyline will continue in the show. Maybe Sunblast will realize that he can't rescue Penumbra by himself, so he's forced to ask Flug for help. It does look like Heed will be the main threat of the season, so maybe Flug, Demencia, and Sunblast will work together to stop Miss Heed and rescue Penumbra.

2. Seeing characters being painted in more than just black and white. We already have characters like Sunblast and Penumbra, where Sunblast is considered a hero, but he acts more like a high school bully. And Penumbra is more of an anti hero then a hero or villain. She isn't "evil" like Black Hat and co. She tried to help others that were affected like her, but her solution was to block the sun. I hope we get more characters like that, where a hero tries to help but makes bad decisions or are a little selfish. And have villains that aren't evil just because they can be. Let them have some morals or be empathetic to other people. I'm sure we will get characters like that, I hope it's more then just those two.

3. Learning more about the main 4 pasts. With this being the first season, I know we won't get all the answers this early, but I hope we get hints about it here and there. We know Flug has a brother, what was their relationship like growing up? Did they get along? Did one or both of them care and love each other at all? Or was his brother one of the people that used to Bully Flug? Does Demencia have any family? Or was she maybe a foster kid that aged out of the program, or ran away? How was 5.0.5 created? Etc.

4. Seeing Demencia, Flug, and 5.0.5 work together and get along. We know from the pilot and the orientation videos that Flug and Demencia are definitely villains, there's no denying that. In the pilot Flug was in charge of the mission and didn't want to try any of Demencia's ideas etc. I hope we do see Flug listen to Demencia's suggestions and try to use them in their missions, while having a back up plan if they need it. We also know from the livestreams that the three of them do consider each other a weird (dysfunctional) family of sorts. I hope we have moments of them somewhat getting along. Maybe having scenes of them hanging out together at home watching t.v. having a meal together before they go on a mission. Or all them enjoying a victory together etc. You don't need to have scenes like that every episode. But I think it would be nice seeing that once in a while.

5. References or another crossover with Victor and Valentino. Victor and Valentino have had some references to villainous since the crossover. The top hat has appeared on magazine covers, and Don jalapeno (The shop owner Dem and Vic bought the salt from.) Has a file on Demencia. And unless I missed him in the background, I don't think the hero that Flug and Demencia captured in the crossover, has been in the show since then. If nothing else I hope we at least find out what happened to him.

6. Finding out what happened to Aldo. Aldo was the young man that was invited to join Black Hat's cult and presumably used as a sacrifice at the end. Someone has already pointed this out but it looks like from the Instagram posts, that Aldo disappeared that night and someone reported him missing. This is probably something we won't get answers to for a while if at all. But as far as lore for the show, this is something I hope we get answers to one day.

This is some of the things I hope we see in the show. There are other things I hope we see (Flug face reveal, exploring the city and hat island etc.) Depending on how long season 1 is, we probably won't be able to explore until later on, but I'm still excited for the season to start. And I hope it's worth the wait.

#villainous #black hat #dr flug #5.0.5.#demencia #penumbra #sunblast #villainous black hat #villainous dr flug #villainous 5.0.5.#villainous demencia #aldo maldonado

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years ago

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The First Basterd: DonnyxFem!Reader

requested by @marlenemarauders

A/N *Reader is Polish & Jewish, but you don't have to be either to read it :D

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tammykelly @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182 @marlenemarauders @what-the--curtains @taikawho @spookybearlandtaco Let me know if you wanna be added to the IB or OUATIH taglists! :) _________________________________________ ***November, 1943***

You huffed as you walked through the dense forest. A puff of cool air forming a cloud before your lips as you marched through the winter. Your sniper was slung over your shoulders. You gave the bright grey sky a rare glance with a sigh, before returning to the constant scan of forest floor. You were once a lone sniper, far from home. You had been, since 1939. Lone sniper or not, you quickly learned that in order to survive in war, you had to make a few allies. By late 1942, you had more than a few. Things would change then, though you hadn't anticipated that just yet. By late 1942, you had made a name for yourself. Now, none of your enemies quite knew your name. All they could call you was the Basterd. A composite sketch of you from descriptions from nazis who'd barely survived your gaze was sent halfway around Europe and back. By late 1942, every nazi west of the Vistula River knew your face, and knew you as the Basterd. By 1943, they'd learn you were only the first basterd.

Back in November of 1942, just before the basterds left England to jump over France, they were informed at the last minute that a special agent working undercover in France would be guiding them when they landed. They were expecting an older, more experienced, serious, mysterious agent. Probably a British spy, or a rogue Soviet. The kind of thing they saw in old movies. They got you, instead. And they loved you... Maybe a little too much, you'd say. It had been a year since then, and you loved them all to pieces, honestly. But, you were a little more than a little annoyed by now. Each and every basterd loved you in his own way...and consequently, became overprotective. Every time you had to risk showing your face to nazis, Aldo hung around dangerously closely, which only made it all riskier. Smitty tried to convince you to only use your sniper, and never even get close enough to have your face seen at all. Omar called him all sorts of names over that, but then acted even more ridiculously by making a Robin-esque kind of mask for you. Hirschberg ceaselessly and shamelessly flirted with you, and stole your kills, insisting you shouldn't waste your time. Wicki was a little more...mature about it. He was still overprotective, but quiet about it. None was more head over heels than Donny. You liked to hang around with him a little more because he made you feel less like a liability, and more like a basterd. Still, it took every ounce of patience and strength to not remind them every waking moment of your life that you were once the Basterd. Until today. Donny took a bullet for you. Well...it was meant for you, but it was a whole meter away from you. The bullet grazed Donny's shoulder, but it could have been so much worse. When the scalping and interrogating was over, you were fuming as you paced back and forth, gathering all the supplies you needed to take care of Donny. "The basterds need you, Y/n. I need you." He knew exactly what you were thinking, and it scared him. What scared you more was that this was not the first time one of the basterds had done something stupid like that. And, you weren't so sure it would be the last. You were tired of it, and you were tired of thinking that if some day, something happened to them, it would be because of you. "Not now, Donny." You shook your head, and clenched your jaw, knowing that if you didn't, you would raise your voice and all hell. "What?" "Not like this," You were exasperated, shaking your head, "Not now. Not in the middle of a fucking war." You were livid. You and Donny had joked about it before. As time went on, you had to actually talk about it. It kept you both up till two am. It got you both through gunfire, through rain, through sleepless nights. But you'd both come to the same conclusion. This was war. This was no place for love. "Fuck a duck," Donny reached for your hand, but you pulled away as he called out, "I couldn't fucking let them hurt you! Y-" "I was a whole meter away from the bullet! I am not a child in need of protecting." You did your best at cleaning the wound, focusing directly on the blood. If you looked at him, at that smirk you knew he had, you would probably punch him. "When you Americans were still arguing about joining the war, I was already out here, alone, with a stolen gun, running out of bullets, far from home, and far from any allies. I've seen it all, done it all. I've survived." You muttered, "I don't know what more you expect from me." You finally looked at him, with a reproachful glance that stung him, "I don't know why you expect so little when I'm one of you!" He stammered for a moment, not able to find any justification for it. "It's not that we expect little from you, it's just that....we....I mean..." Donny wasn't the kind of person that stuttered, stammered, and stalled. Whatever he had to say to you, he was having a hard time putting into words, and you were not happy about it. You gave up, uncrossed your arms with an exasperated sigh, and turned away. "For fuck's sake." "It's just that..." You stormed out of the tent to grab some more bandages, and he followed you. "What? That I'm a girl? I should be sitting behind a typewriter on a fucking base? I should just stick to being a nurse? Let me re-fucking-mind you that I was not trained to be a nurse, I learned all of this out here on my own, years before you even fucking enlisted." All the basterds were sitting around, and could hear it all too clearly. It didn't matter to you, and it didn't embarrass you as much as it would have any other day. They could hear anyway, and...you wanted them to hear. You wanted all of them to quit it. Omar munched on a sandwich and remarked with a shrug, "...She has a point," not yet realizing how serious you were. "Omar!" Smitty put up his hands in exasperation, shaking his head. Aldo muttered, as he opened his tin of snuff, "Just keep your fucken mouth shut."

"Unbelievable. After a whole fucking year..." you muttered, rifling through the supplies for at least one clean, spare bandage. Wicki turned to the others, whispering "So she's mad-mad..." "What else is new?" Hirschberg chuckled, and all the basterds glared at him, not wanting to collectively face your vengeance. Because, as much as they acted like big bad basterds around you and the rest of the world, they were just a tiny bit scared of you. And rightfully so. You shook your head, "I have a higher body count than all of you combined." That alone would have struck fear in anyone's heart. You finally wrapped a bandage around Donny's wound tightly. "Ow! Fuck, Y/n!" "When will you stop acting like I need saving?!" You put your hands at your hips, finally looking at them all, effectively terrifying them. The only thing more terrifying at the moment would be to lose you. "I'm sick and tired of this ridiculous shit. If this is as far as we can get without one of you biting a fucking bullet 'for me', then maybe I should quit." You were dead serious.

You turned your back on them, walking east, which terrified them even more, as they all jumped to their feet, and rushed toward you. "Where are you going?" Wicki asked, completely concerned. Honestly, that was his thing. Being a bit older than all the basterds, he was usually genuinely concerned for all of you. But...mostly you. "You were all ordered to be on this team. I chose it. Now I'm choosing to go to Frankfurt. If you want to come, be my guest. But don't ever do anything stupid, like that again" You gestured to Donny, and he only grinned, wanting desparately to believe that you were bluffing. But, even he knew better than that. "What the hell's in Frankfurt?" Aldo asked, packing up his few belongings, quickly followed by the others. You turned back to look at them, beginning to grin a little. "You ever hear of a man by the name of Hugo Stiglitz?" There was a resounding no. You sighed, "If you want to know, then walk and talk," you shrugged, slinging your sniper over your shoulder, as you walked east. The basterds trotted by, as you revealed a particularly interesting anecdote. _____________ It was 1939. Sirens had been blaring so long and so often, when they stopped, everything sounded as if you were underwater. There was nothing and no one left in Krakow that you could recognize. There were nazis in the streets. There was glass on the ground. People were missing. You had only one chance to escape. It was on the shore of the Vistula river, under the cover of the dark night sky, and the shroud of a thundering storm that you took that chance. You killed a nazi. You took his sniper, and you took off, hoping to make it to Denmark, which was still free at the time. Then, you were sure you'd find a way to help. You'd been running for days on end. When you finally had a moment to breathe, you were in a land you did not know. You didn't even know what day it was. It had felt as though years had gone by. But when you looked around in the dimly lit streets of a strange and small town, your hands shook, your heart stopped, and you watched as your world collapsed. You were in the middle of Germany, nowhere near Denmark. You were only beginning to panic... You had nowhere to go. You had no way to hide a sniper. You felt a thousand eyes falling on you accusingly. You had just caught the eye of a man in a gestapo uniform. He walked over to you, and people turned away. He had been alerted about a "suspicious figure." When he spotted you, he walked down the street, not raising any alarms or orders. He walked by you, ushering you to a side street, then to a quiet, isolated alley. He saw how terrified you were, and quickly began explaining he knew a place where you could hide. You looked at him, with wide eyes, and hardly breathing. You saw blood on his knife. (And years later, you'd learn he'd just killed one of his officers, minutes before finding you.) He smiled kindly, thinking for a moment, finding the string of Polish words he'd learned not too long ago. "Nazywam się Hugo Stiglitz." 'My name is Hugo Stiglitz.' You didn't know if you could trust him, but when you saw his eyes, you knew you had no choice. When you realized he was putting himself on the line for you, you spoke to him in whatever German you could piece together, "Ich kann von hier aus gehen. Ich kann es schaffen. Geh, bevor du erwischt wirst." You looked so frightened, he could hardly believe what you'd just said, "I can go from here. I can make it. Go, before you get caught."

Hugo simply shook his head, with an assuring smile. "Frag mich nicht Dinge, die ich nicht tun kann." "Don't ask me things I cannot do."

Hugo hid you in the home of a friend, and then another, and another. There was a chain of them. Some of them were hiding neighboring families, some were hiding childhood friends. Some were hiding complete strangers, like you. Hugo visited you every day, wherever you were hidden. He couldn't help you get to Denmark, but, France was an option. He warned you that part of, if not all of France would probably be invaded in a matter of time, and urged you to find a way out. Anywhere. As far as you could. You promised him you'd stay safe, and stay in France, but...he wouldn't find out, would he? He sighed as he escorted you himself to France, knowing you'd be safe there. But, something told him you wouldn't do as he'd advised you to do. No, you had that restless fire in your eyes that belonged to the rebels and the righteous. He smiled, knowing wherever you went after that moment was out of his hands. But fighters like you were never out of his mind. Only months later, he saw the sketch of your face, and he sighed. He wasn't surprised, but he wished you the best. _____________ Four years later, you studied the bloodied papers and 'wanted' picture in your hands. It was a warrant for Hugo's arrest. He was on the run, believed to be somewhere in France. He was to be brought in alive. You only hoped he hadn't been found yet. But if he had, you were going to do something about it. It was only fair, you smirked. Donny found your smirk incredibly cute, though he was undoubtedly a little jealous seeing you get so worked up about some guy. Some guy that wasn't him. He went along with it, trying to stay out of your way. He'd annoyed you before, but this time you were not budging. Every one of the basterds followed you without question. You broke them in and out of a high security prison all the way in Frankfurt. Aldo had his usual spiel ready, of course, being a slave to appearances and all. Now, he had you to thank for this new recruit. Hugo nodded briefly at Aldo. But, a faint flicker of his old smile graced that grim cell when he realized just who had led the basterds to him. When Hugo was free from his cell, you hugged him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him. Donny wasn't too thrilled, but you'd both laugh about it some years later in a diner, back in Boston, far from the war and all the ruins it left. It'd be a long time till then. And you were still upset at the boys. If leading them directly into Germany, and in and out of a high security prison, without loosing a single basterd wasn't impressive enough, you didn't know what was. Needless to say, it only took a few hours to find out. You walked at the end of the group, in case any nazis were still on your trail. You were, after all the best marskman they had. Hugo was just ahead of you, but barely. He was tired, more tense then when you had last seen him, which seemed utterly impossible. You spoke in broken German. Wicki was way ahead, he wouldn't hear. "Du bist verletzt." "You're hurt." When Donny heard your voice, he slowed down a little. You smirked, already knowing that basterd was jealous as hell. Still, he muttered something to himself about not knowing anything other than English, and some Italian. Hugo nodded, simply, acknowledging that though you'd known him briefly, you were the only living person who knew him at all. He said one simple word in your language, "Tak." 'Yes.' knowing there was no use in denying it. "If someone comes up behind us, leave me behind." You smiled and shook your head, "Don't ask me things I cannot do." He sighed, remembering that, but still shook his head, "You made it this far without me, why-" "Without you? That's a laugh." It was then that you noticed Hirschberg making a mistake you had made back in 1941. "HIRSCHBERG GET AWAY FROM THERE!" He was on thin ice. Literal, thin ice. Listening to the roaring bellow of the frozen lake. "HIRSCHBERG!" He was listening to everything but you. "GEROLD." He turned to you with wide eyes, knowing to be fucking terrfiied if you ever called him by his first name. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, GET OUT OF THERE!" Just as he started to get up, the ice beneath his feet began to crack. Donny, through the throbbing, searing pain in his arm, instinctively flung forward, running, and reaching for Hirschberg. "DONNY DON'T!" He slipped away from your grasp, dropping his bat on the ground as he lunged to save his brother in arms. The ice, already fragile and shattered, could offer Donny less time than it had Hirschberg. Now both of them were flailing in the freezing water, in shock from the slicing and searing cold. "NOBODY FUCKING MOVE." You warned, thinking quickly, knowing all of the basterds were liable to follow without thinking. "BUT-" You turned to Smitty. You'd apologize later, but...there was no time to be sorry now. "SHUT IT." "Y/N." "SHUT IT." You turned to Hirschberg and Donny, calling out, "RELAX. FLOAT HORIZONTALLY, BELLY DOWN! BELLY DOWN, HIRSCHBERG!" Though you were shouting, your words seemed soft, and cut through the panic and adrenaline. They slowed down, and did as you told them to do, as you picked up Donny's bat, tying your jacket onto it, praying the knot would hold. You wandered to the edge of the frozen lake, holding on to the sleeve, and sliding the bat out to the boys, "GRAB ON." Donny made Hirschberg go first. "D-donny, I-I c-can't. I-" His teeth were chattering, as he shook his head, along with everything else. Donny stammered, "Th-that's a f-fucken o-order. Go." Your eyes widened, as you felt the ice beneath you pop. "Y/n, no-" Aldo stepped forward now, but you pushed him away. "It won't hold both of us." You looked back, as Hirschberg shakily grabbed on to the end of the bat. "Stay down, I'll pull you back here!" You slowly and steadily pulled Hirschberg. You would've loved to do it quickly, to save Donny. But, that would only make the ice even more unstable. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Donny yet. You could hear him stammering and chattering, trying to encourage Hirschberg through, with some colorful language here and there to keep himself awake. After what felt like an eternity, you finally looked at Donny. His face was blue, his nose was bright red. "DONNY COME ON!" He wrapped his stiff, blue fingers around his bat, as you pulled him over the edge, and close to the shore. The basterds gave up their coats and sweaters for them, and you looked around. You knew this part of the forest. No one would come near it. Not in this winter. Aldo knew that look in your eye. You'd been a basterd longer than they had. You knew what you were doing, and where you were going. He understood that look meant you were safe. He nodded, agreeing silently with you. "This here's a p'rty good place to stop, boys." Far from the eyes of murderers, hidden from gunfire and planes, you built a fire, and found a place to set up camp. When the sun set, only Donny remained by the fire. Hirschberg, and the rest of the basterds had gone to sleep. Even Hugo with fresh wounds, fears, and insomnia, was able to slip into a dream or two. "Hirschberg's doing ok. " You sat by Donny, smiling softly as you handed him some makeshift soup that Smitty was made. (There was a 50% chance it was edible, and 50% chance the OSS could use it as a torture device. But that's a story for another day.) "Y/n..." The way he looked at you was different. In fact, it was almost the way the rest of the basterds looked at you for the past few hours. There was a form of awe...An unspoken shield of respect. The only difference in the way Donny looked at you, was that there was a shade of love entwined there. "See, and I didn't have to get shot to save you," you chuckled, playfully leaning your head on his shoulder. He slowly lifted his arm, resting his hand on your head. "Where would I be without you..." He was serious, and spoke softly, which was not something you could say happened often. "Probably with a gangrenous arm," you shrugged, and he smiled a little. You looked into his eyes for a moment, and he looked into yours, and he kissed you. "What took you?" He raised his eyebrow, almost offended, as he raised his voice a little, "What took me?! What took you?!" You both laughed about it, your head resting once again on his shoulders, and his head resting over yours as you watched the dancing stars and the rising trees, as snow began to fall softly. There was a long road ahead to occupied France. And longer still was the road to the end of the war. But, in that moment, that was ok. You'd make it out together. All of you. Once, you'd taken pride in being the one and only basterd. You'd been proud of being the only one who's face could bring the enemy to their knees, and make them beg for mercy. But things changed in 1942. It took some getting used to, but you knew all along it was the only way for any of you to make it out. Together. You were reminded of that when you saw Hugo's face on that warrant. But here, in Donny's arms, it was clearer now more than ever. The only way out of the war, was just like that.

#Inglourious Basterds #Donny Donowitz #donny donowitz imagine #donny donowitz x reader #aldo raine #aldo the apache #the bear jew #Omar Ulmer #Smitty #gerold hirschberg #Hirschberg #Wilhelm Wicki #hugo stiglitz #inglourious basterds imagine

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inglourious-imagines · 5 years ago

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The Story of Their Lives (Lt. Aldo Raine)

Requested by: @tealaquinn

Summary: The story of Lt. Aldo Raine and Sgt. Y/N Y/L/N.

Prompts: 9 - Don't you touch her. & 12 - No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them. & 21 - I wanna see how you lose control. & 24 - He's a badass with a good heart. & 39 - Kiss me. & 93 - You make me feel... you make me feel.

Author's Note: This is damn long so I really hope you like it! Also there are some parts in Italian so I'd like you to know, I've never learnt this language so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to send request or let me know if you wanna be tagged in these ♡

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @radiantcade @meteora-fc @kyra3155 @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @im-in-love-with-queen

Y/N and Aldo never showed some kind of an affection towards each other. They respected, trusted, appreciated the other one but these traits were common among the Basterds.

It seemed so innocent at first, almost like a teasing and none of the Jewish American soldiers expected to become it something more.

•••

They met at the very beginning of the Basterd's missions. Y/N was a french spy, a very famous one so she obviously got their attention since they'd gotten to France.

The Basterds recruited her in a bar and she immediately became one of them. Y/N fit within the group perfectly, like she was always destined to be a Basterd.

•••

After the third successful mission, they decided to stay the night in a local resistance hotel to relax and prepare for another action. Everyone went to their beds as soon as they could but Donny persuaded Y/N and Aldo to gamble a little before the sleep.

"C'mon, just one game!" Donny pleaded. It didn't take much and the trio was sitting around a table playing their fifth game.

"I thought you're better at poker, Lieutenant." Y/N laughed as she grabbed another money she won.

"Shut up, Sergeant. I just am a bit lenient with ya, that's all." Aldo fought back, trying to cover the fact he's worse with cards than Hugo trying to actually smile for once.

"Show me what you got, Lieutenant. I wanna see how you lose control." she winked at him and dealt the cards.

•••

Something changed in Aldo this evening. At first, Y/N was just another soldier sticking up for her country trying to end the war. But now he saw her in a totally different light.

He noticed what colour her eyes have, how she always ties her hair in a braid.

He noticed how her cheeks blushed when he praises her after a good work.

He noticed how she scrunches her nose when she disagrees with someone.

All those little things were filling his head. Aldo was so full of it. It was during the other mission when he completely understood his feelings.

•••

One moment and his whole world flipped.

Aldo was so angry with himself that he missed such an important thing.

Like a gun.

The German soldier was just kneeling in front of Aldo when he reached in his pocket. It all happened so quickly then.

The German pulled out a gun and with one last defiance he pulled the trigger. But it wasn't Aldo who got hit.

It was the woman behind him.

Aldo was like deprived of his senses. He threw away the piece of bread he was eating and jumped at the German. If Wicki didn't pulled him back, Aldo would probably beat the guy to death.

And that was Donny's speciality.

"Don't you fuckin' touch her! Or look at her!" Aldo shouted hitting his face with his fist one more time.

Y/N was so taken away by his behaviour, not really sure where the anger got from.

"What the hell, Lieutenant?" she frowned, "it's just a goddamn scratch on my arm. The bullet didn't even hit me properly."

Aldo froze whereas Donny and Hugo looked at each other with knowing smiles. They finally realised what was going on.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he tried to brush it off, gesturing to the Basterds to continue with the scalping. "It's fuckin' bleedin' a lot!"

"It's fine. Nothing too serious, Lieutenant." Y/N replied.

Aldo just shook his head as he took off his scarf and tied it around the wound. "No one would hurt ya again, or I'd kill 'em."

•••

The Basterds got ordered to rest a bit because there was a big mission on its way. They didn't know what it was but they all welcomed a full night sleep.

But Y/N didn't feel like going to bed. Instead, she took her cigarettes and sat at the balcony of the apartment they got settled in.

It was a chilly night but she didn't mind. She actually liked cold more than heat.

"Aldo seems a bit off lately." Donny's voice broke the silence as he positioned himself next to her.

"What you mean?" she asked offering him a cigarette which he gladly accepted.

"Remember how he beated up the German officer two weeks ago? I've never seen him like that."

"Oh Donny. He's just a badass with a good heart. I assure you, Aldo's just fine."

Donny shrugged but didn't say anything. This wasn't his secret to tell even though the change in Aldo's behaviour towards her was so damn obvious.

Donowitz glanced at Y/N smiling a bit. He understood why Aldo fell for the female Basterd.

•••

Bridget von Hammersmark was laying in front of them with a bullet in her leg while Hugo, Archie and Wicki were dead.

Y/N was standing in the corner of the room, lost in her thoughts, mourning for her lost friends. She knew something like that had to happen but she also believed in Basterds and part of her thought that they'll all come back home one day.

Y/N wasn't able to look at the actress anymore. She quickly left the room not looking at anyone while she lighted her cigarette. It'd been becoming too much to handle for her.

"Are you alright?" Aldo frowned as he walked towards her. "You still in?"

She laughed sarcastically at his question sheaking her head. "Yeah, of course, business. I'm in, Lieutenant."

"I didn't mean in like that and ya know it."

"Yeah, sorry. It's just-"

"I know, Sergeant. This whole event got me thinkin'. I gotta tell you something."

Y/N threw away her cigarette as she looked directly at him. She wasn't sure if it was the light or the sentiment, but Aldo's eyes never seemed so beautiful to her like they did in that moment.

"The truth is," Raine began as he stepped closer, "you make me feel... you make me feel, Sergeant."

•••

When Y/N stepped into the room in a black plain tight dress, the conversation between the Basterds immediately stopped. They'd never seen her in anything but in uniform or the civilian clothes. Donny dropped the glass of whiskey he was drinking, Hugo's knife fell on the ground with a loud crash, Omar and Wicki stayed there with their mouths wide opened, Archie Hicox smirked and Aldo, Aldo was taken away and wasn't able to get out a word.

"Please, gentlemen! This is how you welcome a beautiful woman? She looks magnificent!" Bridget von Hammersmark exclaimed gesturing towards Y/N.

"It's so uncomfortable," Y/N frowned and tried to adjust the dress a little, "and so impractical."

"I think it's perfect." Aldo breathed out and Bridget smiled in satisfaction.

Y/N truly looked like a completely new person. And Aldo's feelings mixed once again. She was so special to him, like water is special to desert. His life was dry without an excitment. She was the water that refreshed him after a long time of loneliness.

•••

Bridget, Aldo, Y/N, Donny and Omar stepped into the small local cinema, already so full of Nazi officers.

"It makes me sick." Y/N snorted as she looked around on the German uniforms. "I have two knives and a gun and I'm not afraid to use them right now."

Aldo laughed next to her and gallantly put his hand on her hip pulling her closely to him.

"Just relax, darlin'. We'll do that later." Aldo winked at her, not letting her go for a moment.

Bridget suddenly seemed like she'd seen a ghost. An older man approached their little group and Y/N immediately understood with whom they have the honor.

Bridget and Hans Landa shared a short conversation before they turned to them. Hammersmark formally introduced the Basterds and Y/N flinched a little under the German's look. Aldo noticed right away her change of attitude and stroked her hip gently.

"Sei assolutamente incredibile, signorina! Ho notato che molti ufficiali hanno voltato la testa dopo di te." (You look absolutely stunning, miss! I noticed that many officers turned their head after you.) Hans Landa grinned and Y/N thought it was the most disgusting thing ever.

"Grazie mille signore. Sono sicuro che stai esagerando." (Thank you very much, sir. I'm sure you're exaggerating.) Y/N faked a smile and clenched her hand in fist to remain calm.

All of the Basterds with Bridget jerked their heads towards her. Her fluent Italian took them away as well as Landa.

"Quanto amo la lingua italiana! E dalla bocca di una donna così bella, è una musica per le mie orecchie." (How I love the Italian language! And from the mouth of such a beautiful lady, it's a music for my ears.)

"Mi stai adulando, signor Landa. Non hai un brutto aspetto." (You're flattering me, Mr Landa. You don't look so bad yourself.) Y/N felt like vomitting any next second.

Aldo had enough of Landa's fake attitude, especially how Y/N looked so stressed and angry. He decided he has to step in or she won't hold herself back. Aldo recalled the one sentence he learnt yesterday, just in case he'd need to interrupt a moment in a formal way. This was the time.

"Baciami, adesso." (Kiss me, right now.) he stated and pulled Y/N even closer than before. She didn't manage to prostest or ask a quick question and their lips touched. She returned the kiss immediately and ran her fingers through his hair.

Until someone coughed.

They pulled apart from each other, Aldo smiling widely like a winner and Y/N blushing harder than ever.

"Ci scusi signore. Il mio ragazzo qui è un tipo appassionato. Devi perdonarlo." (Excuse us, sir. My boyfriend here is the passionate kind. You must forgive him.) Y/N stuttered and but looked directly at Landa.

•••

Operation Kino was over and it was now only her, Aldo and Utivich. They lost everybody along the way. They stood together side by side through everything. They'd become something stronger than family, friends, lovers. They faced death together and nothing could break the bond they'd created over the years. It was time to go home.

Y/N stood on the ship that was taking the Basterds, or what was left of them, home. The wind was dancing on her hair whispering secrets in her ears.

"I never thought I'd make it back home." Aldo Raine appeared next to her with a cigarette between his lips.

"None of us thought so, Lieutenant." she nodded, "but the difference is, we were wrong. Not them."

"Smart as always." Aldo grinned as he turned to her. "You should stop calling me Lieutenant. The war's over."

Y/N giggled at his statement and he could swear he'd never heard something so melodic, something so right.

"It kinda sticked with you, Lieutenant."

Aldo didn't answer, instead he threw away the cigarette and took some deep breaths. He needed whiskey, or anything else that would give him at least a bit of courage.

Aldo Raine fought in war, he saw his friends die, he was broken by everything he saw and still, asking Y/N a simple question seemed harder than surviving the bloodshed.

"Spill it out, Lieutenant." she laughed as she glanced at him.

"I hate how ya always do that. But here it goes," Aldo replied, "I've never been good at this so I'll just keep it short."

He stopped for a moment and stared at the woman in front of him. As he stepped closer, his heart was already racing like it'd never before.

"Why don't ya come to the States with me? We can buy some little house in the Smoky Mountains and live there for the rest of our fuckin' lives." Aldo confessed in his Raine kind of way, looking at her with so much hope in his eyes.

"Is this some kind of your proposal?" Y/N chuckled as she intertwined her fingers with his.

"Maybe."

"I thought you'd never ask! Of course I'll come with you! You're everything I have, Aldo."

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velvetydream · 5 years ago

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Protect me ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

a/n ; request by @cherry-bug ... I really had a tough time with comming up with a plot for this, so I hope you like it and that it turned out good! Uwu♡ Also I'm sorry that it took so long, but my mental health is at a pretty low point right now... I hope ya'll like it, even though I myself think it's pretty bad written...

Summary ; Shinsou always though you were the tough kind of girl and didn't need anyone to protect you. But as you were being bullied by some of the guys in your general studie class, you finally tell Shinsou you want to be protected.

Pairing ; Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader

Word count ; 1159 words

Genre ; Fluff, Drama ➵ Wanrings ; Bullying

You admired Shinsou to the fullest, he was strong, had no fear and also wasn't bothered by the bullying he received from time to time.

Not like you, it really got to you when your classmates told you how useless you were, how you would never be a hero and the worst was when they would punch you merciless.

Shinsou always wondered how you got all these bruses, but since you two weren't that close, he though it was not his business to ask you about it and also, he saw you as a pretty tough person, so he though maybe you just were a bit clumsy and fell.

"Hitoshi, [Surename], please clean the room for today, then come to the sportsfield." Mr.Aizawa told both of you, making you nod and your bullys laugh.

"The two freaks together!" One of them laughs, as Aizawa already left the room, so they won't get in any trouble.

"S-Shut up.." You tell them, making the leader of them snicker.

"What do you want to do about it useless? Ask that villain to rescue you?" He laughs like a maniac, mocking both of you.

"Right now you guys are more villain than me.." Where Shinsous annoyed words, while he was cleaing the board.

"What did you just say?" One of the other guys, asked pissed.

"Are you deaf..? Y-You are the villains!" You tell them again, making the leader throw a punch at you and land it on your right cheek.

"That's it! How dare you hit someone innocent?!" Shinsou barks, looking furiously at the boys.

"Oh we-" The leader wanted to answer but he couldn't, because his eyes glossed over in white, signaling that he was being controled by Shinsou.

"Go to the teachers room and tell them what you just did." Shinsou says in a furious tone, making the leader walk out with his glossed eyes, the other boys running after him to get him to stop.

"Are you alright?" Shinsou asks with a pretty worried tone, walking over to you, to see if your cheek is alright.

"Yeah I think so.." You sigh, looking to the side, as Shinsou was inspecting your cheek.

"We should just get this done.." You mumble, walking to the front, so you can clean the rest, your back turned to Shinsou, that way you couldn't see his concerned expression.

From that day on, you don't really know why or how but, Shinsou was kind of around you almost all the time.

You never tried to talk to him, scared he would think of you as weak, because of the incident with theses bullys.

On the other hand, Shinsou started to watch over you, always brainwashing the guys when they got to close to him, cause of that ruthless behavior, Aizawa had to get him out of trouble quit a few times.

But the though, why you wouldn't do something about theses guys, was always on his mind, wondering why you let these people play around with you like that.

It was a friday, the second break, that means only two periods till this hell was over.

But of course, you couldn't enjoy your break, no.. these guys had to find you and be pissed to the maximum, after the last time Shinsou brainwashed them.

So what where you excactly doing right now? Running away from theses three, pissed guys, that where chasing you through the whole school, threatening you that they would finally get you.

You cursed youself when you felt yourseld run into a hard chest and fall to the ground, making the boys, who didn't look who the person was you run into, laugh.

"Are you alright?" You hear Shinsou soft voice, as he crouches down in front of you.

"Protect me.. Please Shinsou!" You finally tell him, falling against him, cause of your fear of these boys, laying your arms around his neck.

"It's alright.. I'll help you.." He softly tells you, standing up with your scared form and looking at the guys with a mad lock in his eyes.

"Seriously can't you idiots just fuck off? You're annoying as hell to deal with." Shinsou said with an annoyed face, having one of his arms around you, to give you the assurance that you are save.

"Then just leave and we can deal with that-" One of them wanted to answer, making Shinsou snicker and roll his eyes.

"You surely never learn, go to the teachers room and finally spill all the shit you ever did to Y/N." And immediately the leader walks away to the teachers room.

"Are you alright? I tried to look out for you these past weeks, but I guess it didn't work out that well.." Shinsou sighs, looking down at your smal frame.

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm always causing you trouble.." You whine, clinging on to Shinsou.

"You're not causing me trouble, these idiots are causing me trouble.." Shinsou tells you, running a hand through your hair.

He would've loved to tell you how he felt about you right now, but he had a feeling it was the wrong timing.

Present Mic was the one to get you two, so principal Nezu could talk with you two about this topic.

You explained everything, Shinsou was beside you the wholr time holding your hand. After explaining these boys were expelled from U.A.

You and Shinsou were getting closer to each other everyday and you were glad you could get closer to you hero, that would protect you from bad things.

After a few month Shinsou finally couldn't kerp his secret anymore and told you he loved you, you were so happy, since you aldo catched feelings for the purple haired boy in the last few month.

Now you two are together for three month now, no one ever bothered you again since Shinsou started to protect you and you are so glad to be able to call Shinsou your hero.

[Extended Ending]

"Hey Y/N-Chan!" Midoriya called out for you, as you were walking through thr halls of the stadium the second sports festival is held.

"Oh hey..!" You greet him, you meet Midoriya a few month ago and became great friends in that time.

"Isn't Shinsou with you?" He asks confused since you two were together almost all the time.

"Oh I was just on my way to him!" You tell him smiling brightly.

"Y/N.. is he bothering you?" Sounds Shinsous voice in the hallway, while footsteps are heard and how they make their way to you.

"N-No! Not at all!" You tell him, as Shinsou lays his arms protectively around you, looking at Midoriya.

One thing that also happened over these few month of dating was... that Shinsou got quit overprotective over you, you didn't really mind, if it wouldn't also be about your friends.

"Let's just go.. The others are probably waiting!" You tell both of them, with a nervous laugh, as Shinsou stares warningly at Midorya.

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forged-through-trials · 4 years ago

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While I felt on-board with whatever Llevana had planned for Ulrich, Ruin insisted that we consider other options. And besides that, I do have other work to look into here in Cheydinhal. Something tells me that were I to follow Llevana’s plans, I’d have to ditch Cheydinhal for a while. Ulrich might have it coming, but I had a bigger picture to look at. So, we tracked Garrus down at the Castle, and hit him up. Word of what had happened preceded us, as Garrus was already briefed. Garrus: “We must put an end to this travesty of justice!” Trials: “How did you already hear about Aldos?” Garrus: “Crooked guardsmen like to boast when they know there’ll be no consequences for their actions.” Trials: I grit my teeth. “Bastards!” Garrus: “Aldos will be mourned. I won’t sit by and watch the innocent being driven to the brink like that! Something must be done, but without bloodshed.” Trials: “You may want to have a word with Llevana, then, because ‘bloodshed’ seems to be exactly what she’s after.” Garrus: “Llevana has always been quick-tempered. You must reconsider her plan. It can only lead to prison for her... and for you. I swear that Ulrich will pay for this. We must handle this carefully and prove to the Count that he needs to be arrested.” Trials: “If you’ve got another plan, I’m all ears. Because I thought we were all out of options.” Garrus: “Ulrich’s been watching me, but that’s good. I can keep him distracted, while you sneak into his quarter and find whatever evidence you can that incriminates him.” Trials: I raised my brows in surprise. “Wow, really? I’m game, but I’d never expect that suggestion from you. It’s not very ‘by the book’.” Garrus: “Exactly. I wouldn’t suggest it if I weren’t desperate, but the fact that it’s less than above board means Ulrich won’t be expecting it. “But, of course, if you’re caught, there won’t be anything I can do to help you.” Trials: I rolled my eyes. “Just gonna ask me to do this, then hang me out to dry, huh? Well, I’ll just have to not get caught!”

On the way out, Ruin and I met the Court Mage; “Ulene Hlervu,” which is just about the hardest name to pronounce I’ve yet encountered. Yes, harder to pronounce than “Falanu Hlaalu.” While I struggled with her name, she introduced herself. Ulene: “Perhaps you’ve been warned off me as a scandalous, blasphemous scoffer and cynic?” Trials: “Oh, so you’re that Oh-Lean-To Hurl-View.” Ulene: “...close enough.“ Trials: “So you’re an Edgy Naytheist?” Ulene: “Oh yes. I despise the gods and those who bow before them.” Trials: “Really? Even Lorkhan?” Ulene: “Yes.” Trials: “Shor?” Ulene: “...yeeeees?” Trials: “Shezarr?” Ulene: “Yes!” Trials: “Sep?” Ulene: She stomped her foot. “Those’re all the same god!” Trials: “You sure know a lot about the gods, nerd!” Ulene: She grumbled. “Look, all I’m trying to say, is, the Nine Divines are a joke. Do they even exist? I’ve never seen any evidence. “Now, the Daedra Lords, worship them and you get effects... bad ones, of course, but clear and measurable effects.” Trials: “Preachin’ to the choir there, sister. I have no idea why anyone would worship those selfish jerks!” Ulene: “And they call me a cynic? You sound like you’ve been burned before, but you should know that not all the Daedra are like that. “The Azura coven in the Jeralls north of Cheydinhal... nice folks. Nothing like the blood-drinking Daedra worshipers everyone raves about.” Trials: “Huh... and you really think it’s worth the time to go meet them?” Ulene: “Little girl, when a Malthiest thinks you’re the jaded one, it’s a good sign that you need to get out there and lighten up a bit. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Huh, dunno if this is a good idea or not, but my curiosity is piqued. I may go out and look for this coven, and see what they have to say about their Daedra Lord.

The prospect of breaking into a Guard-Captain’s quarters, which were in the guards’ barracks, was not one I was looking forward to. Llevana’s scheme, whatever it was, was looking more and more attractive by the minute. But Garrus seemed sure it would get her into trouble, and the poor woman has been through enough as it was. If I can get back at Ulrich without getting her in hot water, then it’s worth a try as my first resort. When I arrived, it was thankfully between shifts. The guards in the barracks were asleep, and nobody was coming in. It was the perfect time to strike, so I quickly picked the lock, and slipped into Ulrich’s quarters. The place was cozy, with an extravagant bed and some posh furniture. A little cramped for my tastes, I wouldn’t want to hang out here all day, but it was a nice, classy bedroom. A quick search, and upon the dresser, I found a note. It looked like it had been freshly written, so I cracked it open, and gave it a read. The gist; it was a letter by Ulrich, to his cousins, explaining how he had been skimming the fines he’d enforced and funneling the money home and into extravagant projects, like a summer keep. Well, I’d say a signed confession of his misdeeds counts as ‘evidence’. From here, it was just a matter of slipping back out and delivering this to Garrus. Llevana’s probably not going to be too happy that I didn’t go with her plan, but I’d rather have her mad at me than to have her in the dungeon.

On the way out, I heard some noise, and ducked back behind the door, peering out. I’d finished just in time for a shift-change, as new guards were coming in to have their rest, while the one’s already here got dressed and headed out once more. I hid out while the guards swapped off, and waited it out until I was sure the new contingent of guards were asleep, before finally slipping out into the barracks. Once out of Ulrich’s quarters, I thought of just sneaking out of the door, but thought I’d heard something while I was hiding. I think the guards were ribbing each other because one of them was had a ‘cushy job’ as the Vault Guard. As I recalled this, Septim Signs ka-ching’d in my eyes, and I slunk slowly up the stairs to the guards’ beds. This was probably a very, very bad idea, but greed does strange things to a lizard, turning a coward into a reckless fortune-seeker, and once I was up by the guards’ beds, I slipped over toward the one I recognized as the vault guard, and carefully, slowly, slipped my hand into his pocket. It took a bit of rooting around, but I felt three keys in his pocket. A bit more rooting, and I noticed that one felt different from the others. With a deft hand, I plucked the key from his pocket, without rousing his suspicions. He didn’t even so much as twitch in his sleep! Damn, I’m good. I slipped the key into my pocket, as I wasn’t going to pursue the treasure of the vault just yet. I had this case to finish, and I wanted to check out Cheydinhal for a little while longer before having to run from town and lie low for a while.

I picked up Ruin after that, and we returned to the castle, finding Garrus in the main hall. Garrus: “You’re back. Good. Did you find the evidence?” Trials: “Believe it or not, I pulled it off. I snuck into a Guard-Captain’s quarters right under the nose of all of the guards sleeping in the barracks, and found a letter he’d written where he confesses to the crimes.” I passed the letter to Garrus. Garrus: “Excellent!” He paused to read the letter, before continuing. “This letter will spell his undoing when I present it to Count Indarys. Splendid work, splendid work indeed!” Ruin: “Will this evidence really hold up? It was not exactly procured in the ‘by the book’ manner.” Garrus: “While I’m loath to bend the rules, it’s the only way to stop Ulrich from breaking them. That said, I suppose the Count doesn’t need to know who my source is. “Now, I must hasten to the Count and deliver this immediately. Please, meet me back at the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn in about two hours.” Well, our part of the job is done. Nothing else for it but to let Garrus do his part, and hope that the shady Count will do his job.

Like Garrus’ asked, we hoofed it over to the Bridge Inn, and sat around for a while, ordered some drinks, and just stewed until two hours had passed, and Garrus finally arrived with news. Garrus: “After speaking to the Count, and in light of the evidence you recovered, Ulrich has been removed from his post and arrested. In addition; many guards are coming forward with more evidence of his greed, so it’s safe to say he’ll be spending quite a bit of time in the city dungeons.” Trials: “Wow, didn’t take much for his accomplices to throw him under the carriage. Guess that means Ulrich’s the only one taking the fall for his crimes?” Garrus: “Officially, yes. But I’ve also been promoted to the post of Captain, and in my new capacity, I plan on making life hard for every guard who was complicit in Ulrich’s schemes.” Trials: “Cool. Don’t forget who helped you get there. You owe me one.” Garrus: “We do. You helped to bring Ulrich’s hold on Cheydinhal to an end, and without unnecessary bloodshed. As a token of our gratitude, as you did this at the risk of false imprisonment or perhaps your life, we reward you this bounty of gold.” Garrus passed me a large sack of coins, to which I was flustered, eyes wide. Trials: “Wow! I... I'm speechless. A little recognition for my hard work. Stunning!” Garrus: “On behalf of the people of Cheydinhal, I thank you!” Trials: “So is Ulrich already getting acquainted with his new home? I’d love to go and rub it in his face.” Garrus: “Indeed he is. And after what his greed did to Aldos, he deserves to eat some crow. Be my guest!”

One trip back to the castle later, and I took a quick dive into the dungeon. After speaking to the jailor on duty, Ruin and I were down there, and staring down Ulrich from across prison bars. Trials: “How’s the dungeon treatin’ you, Leland?” Ulrich: “Unless you relish the thought of decorating the end of my blade with your blood, I would get out of my sight!” Trials: “...what ‘blade’? You got a stick up your butt?” Ulrich: “Who are you? Why is there some lizard-wench harassing me? I don’t even belong here!” Trials: “Oh, me? I’m the reason you’re stuck here. By the way, tell your cousins I said ‘hi’.” Ulrich: “...you?? You!?” He grabbed at the bars of his cell, rattling them. “You witch! Rabble-rouser! Scavenger! I had a good racket going here and you ruined it! When I get out of here, you’ll pay!” Trials: “If I had a Septim for every time a Guard-Captain I’ve put in prison threatened to break out and take revenge... I’d have two Septims.” Ulrich: “...that’s not that much, really.” Trials: “It’s more than you’ve got, now, ya broke fop.” Ulrich: He rattled his bars further, growling. “I swear, I’ll see you slapped in irons! You’ll rue the day you crossed Ulrich Leland!” Trials: I yawned. “Dude, I’m a courier. I hear threats like that every Tirdas. “But, hey, gotta run. Enjoy the dungeons, loser!” Another case in the bag! It’s a shame I couldn’t do much more for Aldos Othran than avenge him. Also sucks that the guard who actually did it gets off scott-free. I’ll just have to trust that Garrus will keep his word and lean on all of the crooked guards who had a hand in Ulrich’s schemes. For now; I’ll poke around Cheydinhal a bit more to see if there’s anymore work.

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I Loved Her First

Paring(s): Nori x Female Hobbit Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Pregnancy, Language

Words: 2,811

Genres: Angst, Fluff

I do not own the GIFs or characters

All dialogue in italics is in khuzdul

An uncharacteristically cheery smile was plastered on the dwarf’s face as he marched through the quiet Shire, taking in all the brightly decorated hobbit holes and lush gardens that stood in front of them. Usually a dwarf in this place wouldn’t seem so happy-go-lucky, but Nori was obviously an exception, as two of his friends happened to live in the Shire.

Said two friends were Bilbo Baggins and his younger sister, {Y/N} Baggins. Normally, the Baggins family would never accept random company, especially that of dwarves. But ever since Bilbo had joined Thorin and his company on their journey to reclaim Erebor, their view on that had changed drastically, so much so, that they expected the company of dwarves quite often.

But none of the thirteen dwarves on that quest visited the Baggins’ residence as often as Nori had. Now, Nori wasn't necessarily the closest with Bilbo, no, the real reason Nori chose to visit as often as he did was because of {Y/N}. The younger, and only, sister of Bilbo had stolen his heart, even though he was the thief, not her.

Sadly, what he felt for his precious {Y/N} was not returned, as she was actually courting another young hobbit named Aldo. Aldo was a sweet young lad, he had to admit that, but he was still jealous of him, as he got to spend all him time with {Y/N}. He got to hold her and hear all the times she let out that angelic laugh she had. He wanted to say that it wasn’t fair, that he himself should be the one lucky enough to spend all that time with her and hold her. But he knew it really was fair. He was a common thief, not really a good one either, one that only decided to steal things that were completely unneeded.

Candlesticks? He had plenty of those, especially ones from Rivendell, of course, when Dori found out he never heard the end of it. Though as Nori snapped back into reality, he could only focus on the sound of what sounded like crying from the other side of the hobbit hole door. So, not even bothering to knock, he shoved the door open and stormed inside to reveal the shaking form of {Y/N} who was tucked under her brother’s arms.

Bilbo seemed to be muttering something Nori couldn’t exactly pick up on, which he was actually glad about since it seemed that he was barging in on a private moment. Of course, it didn’t last forever because the female hobbit noticed the dwarf standing in the entry of their dining room.

“Mister Nori, I apologize, I didn’t realize you were coming to visit. I apologize for my appearance, I’ll... I’ll go clean up. Excuse me.”

Before anyone could stop her, {Y/N} frantically stood up from her brother’s grasp and ran to the other side of their little hobbit home, leaving Bilbo looking quite exasperated and Nori was just plain confused.

“Sorry for her behavior, Nori, my sister has been... She’s been through quite a lot lately, and I think it’s only now taking a toll on her.”

Nori felt his heart break at the thought of his favorite hobbit going through so much in such a little time, he had wished he could’ve been there sooner, but then again, he probably would have made things worse for the girl.

“What did happen to put her in such a foul mood, Bilbo? Well, if you don’t have an issue with me asking.”

To this, Bilbo only sighed and fell back into his chair, dragging his hands down his face. Whatever was affecting {Y/N} seemed to be bothering Bilbo just as bad.

“Aldo called off the courtship between he and {Y/N}.”

Okay, this was sad news for {Y/N}, so why was Nori so ecstatic? Why was he so happy to find out that the woman he loved had her heart broken but was now single.

“And why did he call it off? Everything appeared fine with the courtship from what you told me.”

“Everything was fine. The courtship was going smoothly, but that all changed when... When {Y/N} found out she was with child.”

Wait, what?

“She’s with Aldo’s child? And he called off the courtship?”

“I’m afraid so, she said his lame excuse was that he apparently was not ready to be a father. And does she look ready to be a mother? I most certainly think she does not.”

Bilbo huffed while pursing his lips, while Nori just stood there speechless, not yet processing all of the information he just heard. All he really understood was that {Y/N} was having a baby. Alone.

That just wouldn’t do in Nori’s eyes, she needed someone there with her. Well, she had Bilbo, but...

“Say, Nori... Can I ask a favor of you?”

Bilbo’s soft question dragged Nori out of his dazed state and forced him to look at the hobbit who was once again speaking to him.

“Well, that depends... What do you need of me?”

“I know you fancy my sister, do not try to deny it. I would not mind, actually, if you two started courting, but of course I fear it’s a little too soon for that.”

As Bilbo started to ramble on about how perfect of a couple Nori and his sister would be, Nori began to question where the favor part came in.

“That’s why I wanted to ask only ask you this. I request that you stay here, with my sister and I, until she has the child, to keep her happy and safe, of course.”

Did... Did he hear Bilbo correctly? Did he just ask him to live with him and his sister? Yes, yes he did. And he still had yet to reply and the silence was starting to get awkward.

“You sure you want me? You know I’m no more than a common thief, right?”

“Oh, yes I am fully aware, I am hoping you are capable of stealing my sister’s heart in the process.”

And with a wink, Bilbo sealed his lips as his sister had walked in, her {e/c} still rather puffy and red from all the crying she had done from before. The only thing that seemed to be different about her from before was the fact that she had plastered on a fake smile to try and fool Nori, as if he already didn’t know what had happened.

“{Y/N}, I have offered Nori stay here until you have the child. I know you mentioned you did not feel safe, which I agree with.”

{Y/N} seemed to be just as surprised as Nori was when he was told the same information. Her mouth was agape as she stood there, wide eyed until her eyes once again filled with tears.

“Why would you do such a thing? Nori has better things to do other than watch over his friend’s moping sister!”

{Y/N} hiccupped, her face contorting and turning a bright red as she once again tumbled into a whirlwind of repeating emotions. “{Y/N}… I promise that nothing would make me happier than to stay here and spend time with one of the best hobbits I know. Even if I only know two... Besides, it gives me an excuse to not face my older brother’s lectures for a couple of months.”

And with Nori’s small excuse of a speech, {Y/N} could tell that her brother made the right choice in inviting the dwarf to stay with them, and that these next many months wouldn’t be too terrible.

At first, {Y/N} was having trouble adjusting to getting used to Nori living in their house. Really, she started to doubt her brother’s judgement and just wished the dwarf would go already. But after about roughly a month, {Y/N} was honestly glad her brother suggested this.

The second month went smooth and that was the month Nori sent his first letter back home to his brothers. He had received a letter back after about a week, it was from Ori, which was probably a good thing. In the letter he sent, Nori didn’t reveal why he had to stay with the two hobbits, instead he gave some random reason that didn’t reveal any information at all.

Months three and four passed by at an alarmingly quick rate, almost nothing going wrong, save for the occasional breakdown from {Y/N} that was usually caused by something silly. Her clothes got too small? Instant tears. Bilbo accidentally raising his voice? Again tears. The market didn’t have her favorite fruit? Nori couldn’t think about that moment and not feel bad for the stand owner.

By the fifth month, things got a bit rough, as she started to show more and that required her to buy bigger clothes, which {Y/N} absolutely hated. Nori could tell that she was growing self conscious with her changing body, so, he tried to cheer her up as much as he could. Though, he only attempted this once as this once attempt caused him to wind up with a black eye and a profusely crying and apologizing {Y/N} while Bilbo couldn’t seem to stop chuckling while he was tending to Nori’s swollen eye.

The sixth and seventh months were the hardest to deal with, in Nori’s eyes. It all started with an innocent trip to the market, where {Y/N} happened to see Aldo, who already had a pretty young hobbit on his arm, and she seemed pretty smitten with him. Nori tried to distract her from that “no good heart shattering arse,” as he put it, but it only seemed to make the situation worse.

{Y/N} had lashed out at him, claiming that she didn’t need him there to protect her, that Bilbo just took pity on the failing kleptomaniac and decided to invite him into his home. The dwarf in question knew that she was only saying this out of anger. Right? He tried to not let it get to him, because he really did know that she was just spouting insults at this point. But there was this pit inside his stomach that was telling him she was right, that everyone took pity on him because he really just was a failing thief that had to live off of his poor brothers. He didn’t talk to {Y/N} for the rest of the week after that, he claimed it was for her sake, that he didn’t want to accidentally trigger another meltdown. But Bilbo knew Nori’s pride was more than wounded and he would never admit it. When the two finally made up, life just decided to throw a wrench in their plans once more. Just as {Y/N} was starting to finally get over the Aldo incident, he had the nerve to show up on their doorstep. Of course, he couldn't greet his once partner like any normal person. No.

Aldo had showed up on a rather warm summer day, which had caused {Y/N} to dress in a rather bright and flowy dress, as she was actually feeling confident with herself, despite the ever growing bump that was her stomach. Well, she did feel confident, that was before she answered the door and saw him. Sadly, Nori and Bilbo were out that day, as Bilbo’s sister was able to convince them that she could be fine by herself for just one day and that they deserved to spend the day out and enjoying the weather rather than stay cooped up inside the house. Maybe she shouldn't have let them go out because it was starting to look like she needed someone to cry to right about then, and she certainly wasn't going to cry to Aldo.

“{Y/N}! Good morning! Wow, you have gotten... Quite large.”

{Y/N} didn't let him say anymore, as she slammed the door in his face, her eyes already squinting and flooding with tears. And as soon as she was left alone, she pressed her back to the door and slid to the floor of her shared home, a hand drifting to her bump, tears now falling profusely down her face. It didn't take too long for her to actually end up taking a nap there, everything that had happened in the last months finally catching up with her.

But it was in the eighth month when it happened.

They showed up unannounced, which seemed like a common trait among the brothers. That day started off as normal as any day could, the three had a small breakfast together and eventually just ended up talking over a cup of tea. But their stories were interrupted by a soft knocking at the door. Nori nominated himself to go answer it, but answering it at all was a mistake, because behind that door happened to be his two brothers, Ori and Dori. Dori, of course, ended up immediately fussing over Nori and his lack of communication during the several months he had been gone. Nori, through nervous stuttering and backtracking, tried his best to explain what was going on, but sadly, she walked into the conversation before he could. And as soon as Dori saw {Y/N}, who was obviously very pregnant, nothing could save Nori from the rage of a mother hen.

“What the hell did you do to the poor girl, Nori!”

“Dori, I promise I can explain if you-”

“Explain? Explain what? The girl’s having your child, there’s nothing to explain about that!”

“But the child ain’t mine, Dori!

{Y/N}, do you want to explain to my stubborn brother what really happened?”

“Don’t drag her into this! You tell us you’re going on a trip to the Shire to get your unrequited feelings off your chest and she just so happens to end up having a child?”

And at that moment, Nori froze, as the secret he had kept for years has just been spilled by his overbearing brother.

“Nori... What does he mean unrequited feelings?”

{Y/N} piped up, her eyes wide due to the information she had just heard. Nori didn’t reply, instead, he turned on his heels and marched straight into the house, eyes cast down as he didn't really feel like talking to anyone, especially his mother hen of a brother.

“Dori, is there something I don't know about?”

She tried again, but Dori wouldn't say anything, instead, he just bowed his head in shame, not wanting to admit what he had done and face the relationship he had possibly just ruined.

{Y/N}, who was tired of not getting any information out of these useless dwarves, marched, well, waddled into her home, a hand cupping her stomach the whole way. Bilbo was still at the table, quietly sipping his tea, because at this point, what was going on wasn't his business, and he figured it would be best if he stayed out of it.

When {Y/N} reached the room Nori had been staying in, and where he was currently pouting in, what she saw broke her heart. Nori was packing all of his things into his bag, wait, that silverware wasn't his, though...

“Nori...” She tried, softly, but this didn't generate any reaction from him, it maybe even made him worse, as he started to pack things away quicker than before. “Nori, I’m sorry I didn't realize before.”

“Realize what? That the thief everyone takes pity on calls you his One?” Hearing that... It made her even more confident that what she was about to do was the right decision.

“I’m sorry that I didn't realize that I feel the same. That I didn't realize that all this time I was wishing he could have a father, when the perfect one for him was in front of me the whole time.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?”

Nori seemed to cheer up at this, his eyes shining a little brighter as he turned around, gently wrapping an arm around the small hobbit’s waist and putting his other hand on her stomach. This action caused his hand to jump up in the slightest as the baby decided to lay a kick right in that spot.

“Because I’ve never seen a female hobbit this feisty and strong. Say, Nori... What do you think about staying here, in the shire, with me and little Nori, permanently?”

She asked, pressing her forehead into his chest with a soft sigh, already feeling the months of stress she had been carrying suddenly disappear. “I think it’s a great idea, if it means staying away from my bastard brothers longer.”

She lightly slapped him in the chest, which cause him to chuckle softly and plant a very gently kiss to the top of her head, giving his nose a wiggle as her curly hair had tickled it.

“I do hope you have a better reason for staying, Mister Thief.”

“Aye, lass, you just gave me the best reason to stay.”

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