#i promised myself I was going to reach a hand down and not sell my good horses at stupid high prices so that the plebs

[iamthepulta]

look at my sexy new horse that's going to beat the pants off the Galloping Competition Community

I'm playing this game out of spite because when I was 14 it was heavily pay-to-play with in-game pass purchases (or I couldn't figure stuff out) so now I am playing this free game and I'm going to take over purebred Appaloosas because I feel like it.

[komelliko]

manipulative!boss!sunday x timid!secretary!reader (& aventurine!)

summary: You get drinks with Aventurine, only to be interrupted by a rather cross Sunday. wc: 1.7k - cw for drinking, stalking... and heavy worldbuilding. oops! a/n: The guillemets «» are used to indicate Sunday's telepathy!

part 4 / part 5 / part 6 (nsfw) ---

Most bars and hostelries in Golden Hour had been established long after the rebellions has ended and the prohibition on alcohol was lifted. The Pendulum Speakeasy, however, was an exception. You had no reservations in believing that Aventurine had every inch of Golden Hour memorized—gambled at every table, met every bartender, sweet-talked every showgirl—so when he leads you to The Pendulum without even stopping to check for directions, it only feels fitting. "You go out drinking often, doll?" You shake your head bashfully, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "No, that's never appealed to me. Sunday took me to dinner earlier this week, but other than that... I just sort of like to keep to myself in my free time." You look down, knowing full well your outfit corroborates this—Other than the dress Sunday had delivered to you, the only things you can wear out are your work clothes. Fitted white pants, structured blazers, things of that sort. Aventurine's interest piques. "Oh, he took you to dinner?"

"Well—Yes," you concede. "-No? ...Yes. It was a work meeting." "Yes, but still. Never took him as the type." Aventurine wraps one arm around your waist, headlines flashing in his head: 'Stoneheart Missing After Scandal In Penacony', 'Rendezvous With The Family Gone Wrong'. He'd previously assumed that his plans would involve catching Sunday's ire somehow, but not yet considered to this degree.

Still, he surmises, he has faith in his odds. "Ah, but don't you worry your pretty little head about work tonight," he adds. "What I care about is you having fun." Finally winding the final turn into The Pendulum's alleyway, Aventurine thrusts his other hand into his pocket to pull out a small poker chip. You assume by the logo in the center and the golden sheen on its edges that Aventurine had stolen it—Maybe he'd slipped it into his sleeve after a game to take as a trophy. You'd heard of his exploits from time to time, and you can only assume the usual prizes of victory has lost their luster in his eyes. Perhaps he wishes to gamble for more unconventional things: Favors, promises, human lives. Aventurine knocks on the door, and a small set of twinkling Pepeshi eyes peers back at him from an open slat. You're sure the Pepeshi must be standing on a stool of some sort for them to be at Aventurine's eye level. "Are you welcome?" a squeaky voice asks. Aventurine smiles, flipping the poker chip in his hand up into the air one more time before catching it in his palm. "Very. 'Lady Arctus has saved me a table'." There was no need for any speakeasy in Penacony to still work on the password system—especially for one as well known as Pendulum's—but you assume that requiring it lent itself to some atmosphere. The atmosphere of a place like The Pendulum was its primary selling point, after all. When all of the drinks came from the same suppliers and every band played in whatever bar had an open stage, there was nothing else they could use to distinguish themselves but looks. Aventurine led you through The Pendulum by the hand, the two of you passing under a large chandelier decorated with fifty or some Halovian statuettes, each static crystal figurine draped in flowing cloth and ebulliently presenting sparkling glass bulbs of lights to the crowd of guests below them. The chandelier shook and twisted from the rumble of a car passing over the Speakeasy, sending an explosion of reflected rainbows around the room like a burst of confetti. As the two of you reached the bar, Aventurine lets you take your seat first, the barstool squeaking against the wooden floorboards. Once he takes his own seat, Aventurine raises his hand to call the bartender over. “An Interplanetary, if you may,” he asks. “And for my guest here—“ Aventurine looks back to you, his tongue tucked into his cheek as he stalls for your answer. “Pika White with an olive.” “Pika White with an olive,” he emphatically repeats to the bartender. Once the two of you are alone, he turns to add “My, how distinguished of you.”

You flush, eyes down looking at the velvet carpets over the floor. “Oh, no, that’s just what I got used to ordering for lunch meetings. Back when I started out at The Family, the easiest way to get people to like you was to drink with them.” You laugh under your breath, commenting to yourself “You know what they say, ‘Penacony is just one big party’.” “Indeed I do.” Aventurine’s own gaze is caught by the gleam of the poker table in the center of The Pendulum, itself swarmed with a small crowd of betters. He leans in to you, pointing towards the table. “—How’s about I show those guys what a real game of poker looks like?”  Aventurine gets up before you can even truly answer, but you follow anyways, adding “I don’t think anyone here hasn’t seen one of your games.” He shoots back a smile. “They could do with a reminder.” … … … … Aventurine wins nearly 40,000 credits before finally backing out, and you can’t stop yourself from hanging your head low in embarrassment on his behalf as he howls with laughter at his own victory. While the group of incensed Pepeshi that lost to Aventurine mostly sent him his winnings digitally, Aventurine finds a way to slip an extra 100-credit bill or two into your back pocket amidst the chaos anyways. “What a scene,” he remarks to himself, taking a sip of his Interplanetary. “Wouldn’t be a night out without a good game, would it? You saw that one guys’ face when he saw I still had a straight flush.” You cradle your glass of Pika gingerly in your hand, smiling into it. Between it and the sweet sound of the trumpet from The Pendulum’s stage, your mind is drawn between too many things to respond with more than a good-natured sigh. That is, until a noise cuts through over the sound of the big band and the chatter lingering around the bar. « ♪♫♪♫♫♪ » "Did you hear that...?" you ask, almost speaking it under your breath. "Hear what?" The whistling was probably in your head. It was the same melody you'd heard the other night while at dinner with Sunday, after all. « [Y/N]? Is that you? » You whip your head around to find the source of the voice, only to realize you can't tell which direction it came from. Unfortunately, its owner makes himself known quickly enough. "Aventurine of the Interastral Peace Corporation," your boss says. "I'm not shocked at all to see you here." Aventurine leans over in his seat, putting himself between you and Sunday. Maybe even... shielding you? Still, there was nothing in his voice that makes it seem like he finds Sunday a threat. "Been a while, Feathers," Aventurine grins. "Had to make sure you're not working your staff to the bone." Sunday smiles in a way that almost looks forced. "Never," he replies. "Though, I should warn you. It's against policy for Oak Family employees of a certain rank to consume alcohol of any kind. As the law that upholds Penacony, we must never let ourselves be of ill-affected mind." "That's never been enforced, sir." You feel a sense of shame splash over you the moment you finish your sentence, clasping your hand over your mouth as if you'd just cursed Sunday in front of his mother, or even broken a child's toy. You look back up to him to see if he would take the correction in stride. "Perhaps because until now, it has not been necessary to enforce it." Sunday inhales, his smile squinting his golden eyes as he looks back down at you in what you could only fear was contempt. "I don't want to have to report one of the hardest working people in Penacony for such negligence in following the rules."

"Sunday." Aventurine has fully moved in to separate Sunday from you. "I'm the one who invited [Y/N] out for drinks. They're not the one you should be having problems with here," the gambler sneers. "And what does it matter to you if your beloved secretary spends an hour or two in other company? Scared they'll share a bit too much?" Sunday's smile drops completely. It almost feels crazy to say, but you start to wish he was back to that unprofessionally-touchy, overly-sweet self you were used to seeing. You were able to ignore it because you were used it to it: You're not used to this. "If you think you will achieve any of your ends through [Y/N], Aventurine, you are sorely mistaken," Sunday scowls. "My employees are not playing chips for you to leverage at your behest, especially not my secretary." His golden eyes seem to pierce right through Aventurine's own as he asks "Have I made myself abundantly clear?" "That you have," the gambler replies through grit teeth. "Just let me finish my drink in peace, Feathers." Sunday finally shoots a glance to you before exiting the bar. You push your drink away, having lost all desire to finish it. "Sorry, Venny. I didn't even consider..." "Aw, doll, don't sweat it. Just not your lucky day," he shrugs. "But I'd be a chump to let him walk all over you." His voice lowers to a mutter as he adds "—Fuck, where's Gallagher when you need him? That boss of yours needs a good kick in the pants. Maybe his pretty face, too, if the first doesn't hit him right." "Aventurine, don't." Aventurine sighs, his grip on his glass tightening. "...Sorry, doll, what am I thinking? Not awfully nice of me to being speaking ill of the handsomest, most powerful man in Penacony." He downs the rest of his drink in one fell swoop. "If he's still hearing me, I'll get the sweep from him for sure. Then I'll really need a drink."

--- a/n: Arctus is the 12th of the The Hours in Greek Mythology, so I thought a reference to her would fit well in a Moment that's apparently one before midnight. tag list: @j1yu425 @crepezinhos @i-am-tiredd @8x9d @ruruize @herrscherofprocrastination @khxii-i @moonsaver

[itsjusthockey]

Mornings Like These - Jack Hughes

Another Jack, big surprise

Request please and thx

Enjoy

w.c: 1,005 (credit to gif maker)

Jack can’t help but let a smile break across his face when he wakes up to find you wrapped comfortably in his arms, looking peaceful.

For a normal couple, cuddling at night is a given, but not for you two. Instead, it’s a rare occurrence because most times when Jack tries to initiate the intimacy when it’s time for sleep, he’s pushed away because you say that he’s a “fucking furnace” and “has no self-control.” He really doesn’t blame you for the first part because he does run a little hot, but the second part is beyond his control when you’re pressed up against a part of him that gets a little too excited whenever you’re near.

Jack gently brushes a bit of hair out of your face, and he quickly glances over at the alarm clock to see that it’s early. He then turns his focus back on you, who is still breathing heavily and looking serene, and it practically melts his heart. However, it is not enough to let you sleep because he is in desperate need of your attention.

He gently shakes you, and you let out a slight mumble. He stops for a second but then continues his attack. He shakes you a bit harder, and finally, you open your eyes, squinting a bit at him, adjusting to the light. Realizing who you’re with, you let out a hum, pushing yourself deeper into his hold and mumbling something into Jacks's neck that sends tickles up his spine.

“What was that?” Jack whispers, squeezing you further into his arms.

You remove yourself from his neck and peer up sheepishly at him, your eyes holding the weight of a thousand emotions.

“I said, I had a dream you were here. But normally, I wake up and get sad because you’re not.”

Jack's heart snaps at your statement, and he pulls you even closer, crushing you so hard you find it hard to breathe.

“I get those dreams, too; they suck.” Jack finally says, rubbing your back gently.

You chuckle a bit, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss to show you that he’s really here. That you both are actually together after so long apart.

He lingers there for a moment when he feels you pulling away before he can deepen it, and he feels himself chasing after your lips.

“Cool it there, Casanova. I have to go shower.” You say, pulling away from him, wanting to get ready before Luke comes knocking at your door.

“I think you mean we have to go shower,” Jack states, hopeful.

You pause, knowing that his intentions are in no way innocent, and Jack puts on the sweetest smile he can muster.

“Come on, we’d be saving water.” He offers. “And I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

You shake your head, not yet convinced.

“I’m not buying what you’re selling here, Hughes. The second you get handsy is the second you get thrown out, okay?”

A smile breaks across Jack's face, and he nods rapidly. “You have my word, baby.”

He holds out his pinky finger, and you wrap your around it, laughing.

You waste no time moving to the bathroom, and soon enough, you both are stripped down to nothing and standing in the warm shower. Well, you're in the warm shower, and Jack is just there, getting splashed and enjoying the view.

He does keep his word and keeps his hands to himself, not wanting to be thrown out into the cold. He instead just focuses on washing his face and not letting his eyes wander down your figure too much because he doesn’t want something unfortunate to happen.

Jack is practically gleaming when he gets through the fifteen-minute shower with no issues, and he even manages to steal a couple of kisses. As you both finish up and climb out, you both task yourselves with getting ready for the upcoming day. You grab your clothes and pull them on, doing your skincare and whatever else you want while Jack drys his hair messily with a towel and reaches for his deodorant and cologne that’s next to you.

You both are content with the domestic scene as you throw smirks at one another while brushing your teeth when you're interrupted by a harsh knock on Jack's door.

Jack rolls his eyes, grabbing his phone. “Wow, he made it until 8:36.” He says sarcastically, toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

You jab him in the ribs. “Don’t be mean.”

Jack rolls his eyes and shakes his head, going to grab a shirt from his dresser.

“Are you two decent?” Luke sounds from outside the room, jiggling the door handle.

“If we’re not, will you leave us alone?” Jack says, finally unlocking the door and opening it.

Luke saunters into the room, hitting Jack's shoulder purposely and waving to you as you finish putting in your earrings. He makes his way to the bed, finding a comfortable spot. He seems content until he notices the wet hair of you two, rolling his eyes and giving you both a disgusted look.

A few minutes later, you’re all downstairs, grabbing keys and heading to your favorite breakfast spot in the area. You don’t make it far, however, when Jacks phone rings. He’s quick to answer it, and within seconds, a hard look crosses his face, and you know that something is wrong, and his statement confirms your theory.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’m gonna kill him.”

[philokaliist]

HIII CAN YOU PLS DO ANOTHER CLARISSE X FEM READER FIC? Clarisse brainrot rn. Okay so imagine like she sees ur bf cheating and she tells u but u knew but stayed w him bc u thought nobody else would want u and u loved him BUT SHE WANTSBU WJSJSSJ AND LIKE ITS SO CUTE IDK I HOPE THIS IS CLEAR I LOVE UR FICS SM!! TY IF U DO THIS REQUESTTT 😭

'Promises'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

A/N:Hi lovely!Tysm for requesting!!Yes I can try!I haven't written anything similar to this yet but I'll do my best! <3

Clarisse sees your boyfriend cheat on you - and she tells you,but you knew - and somehow it ends up with you two kissing.

As you sat beneath a tree,enjoying the peace and quiet of the rather reserved area you were in - which was relatively empty at that moment,for Clarisse it was a whole another story,as she observed from a distance.She saw your boyfriend this morning,his actions betraying the trust you had bestowed upon him.Silently, she approached, her presence unnoticed but her fury visible.

Clarisse cleared her throat, and you turned to face her.

"Hey.I saw something." she said, her tone unusually calm. "Your boyfriend...well,soon to be ex,he's cheatin' on you."

She was trying her hardest to not cuss the hell out of the guy right now.

Your heart sank, but you managed a weak smile, feigning ignorance. "What? No, that can't be true."

Clarisse grumbled, her eyes sharp. "I saw it,you know? and I sure as hell ain't blind.You deserved to know."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you just couldn't hold back the pain any longer. "I knew," you confessed,looking down. "I just couldn't bring myself to face it. I love him, and I don't think anyone else would want me."

Clarisse was genuinely surprised by this as she spoke "How can you love him when he treats you like you don't even exist?Why settle for someone who doesn't appreciate you?" she said, her gaze unwavering.

You sighed, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I just... I don't know if I can let go. I love him too much."

Clarisse, though still pissed off - couldn't fathom why you'd subject yourself to this and take so much pain. "What if someone does want you?" she questioned.

Your response was a broken whisper, "No one would want me. I'm not worth it - and I guess he just proved it by cheating that I wasn't enough to satisfy him so..."

Frustration crossed Clarisse's face as she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "What if I want you?" she asked, her voice low.

You looked up, disbelief in your eyes as you struggled to process what she just said. "But...I'm just...I don't know..I'm just me.I'm not special."

Clarisse's patience wore thin. "Enough with the self-pity. You're worth more than you think."

But as you continued to express your uncertainty,Clarisse,unable to tolerate it any longer,pressed her lips against yours. The kiss was unexpected, yet surprisingly comforting.It held a mixture of understanding and a promise of something more.

Breaking the kiss, Clarisse looked into your eyes,wiping your tears away with her thumb "Don't sell yourself short,pretty girl.You deserve more than an asshole who cheats on you.You're worth more than you think, and I'll be damned if I'm letting you settle for less,because get this through your pretty little head - never and I mean never will I do that.Besides,I'll never cheat on you.." she spoke as she continued to gently cup your cheek as her fingers caressed it gently,and you knew she was was sincere.This wasn't just any random thing she just said like that - as many of her random ramblings were - it was a promise,and everyone knows Clarisse La Rue always keeps her promises.

[ddejavvu]

So I finally use makeup and i feel like i unlocked a new part of the store (im 19 sad ik ) and i might have spent my whole paycheck on makeup (didnt mean to ) and while I was doing that i kept getting thoughts of Bradley looking at the price of makeup and being flabbergasted (I was looking for a highlighter and i found one and was gonna get it BUT it 17 dollars for a SMALL AND I MEAN SMALL highlighter stick so I got a new one ) i just know Bradley would be so stunned. But he try to help but he would lose his mind at the prices

Bradley's mostly content to wander behind you with the basket when you shop, but as your hand reaches for a lip gloss tube, his eyes widen.

"Baby," He hisses, "That's- twenty-nine dollars? Isn't that lip gloss?"

"It's a celebrity's brand," You point at the label, "That makes it more expensive."

"Jesus. Well don't get that one," He scoffs, "Isn't there shit by the counter for cheaper?"

"I want this one!" You retort indignantly, "It's my money, Brad, I can do whatever I want."

"I'm not trying to control you," He swears, "I'm trying to save you money! I saw a color just like that at CVS for six bucks."

"Is Rihanna the one selling it?" You raise a brow at him, "Makeup's expensive, that's just how it is."

"I guess. Twenty-nine dollars for lip gloss," He grumbles as you toss it into the cart, "That's, like, a meal out, baby. I could buy a new pair of shoes for that much money. And- Forty dollars?!" You're surprised his jaw doesn't drop through the floor like a cartoon, "Babe! That little jar is forty dollars!"

"Keep your voice down," You round on him in a fit of giggles, covering his mouth so as not to draw attention to yourself in the bustling store, "I know, baby. Like I said, makeup's just expensive. Let me just grab what I need, and then we can go, okay? I'll make us something for lunch, we won't spend any more money."

"I don't know if I can financially support this hobby of yours," He regretfully informs you as soon as you remove your hand from his mouth, "Baby, I mean it, I'm happy you like this stuff, but this is gonna break the bank."

"I said I'd use my own money," You promise, though you're certain he'll slide his card through the reader before you can even get yours out of your purse; he always does. "It's okay, baby, it lasts for a while. It's worth it."

"I hope so," His shoulders slump, and you know he's not going to cause another scene, "I just can't believe they're allowed to charge you that much for a tiny little tube. I mean, my shampoo is five dollars, and it comes in, like, a gallon."

"I know, honey," You placate him, looping your arm through his own. You neglect to mention the fact that you're fairly certain his shampoo is also technically body wash and conditioner, and how that might be why it's so cheap, "I know, it's okay. Next time I'll come by myself, I promise."

[scarlet-ancunin]

Okay what about Jealous / insecure Astarion 🥺❤️

A/N: ooh i know the perfect part of the game to use for this. so there will be spoilers for this story but if you dont care about reading spoilers like myself enjoy darlings~

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I Was Being Foolish~

It was after they reached Baldur's Gate Astarion was walking close to you while you walked past another store selling goods you didn't need. You had just finished declining the reward given to you in Sharess' Caress for your job well done.

You recall how distant and uncomfortable he was at first 'sorry pet, i just dont feel comfortable doing this yet' you felt bad for even thinking of doing it so you quickly told him you wouldn't let him do something he felt uncomfortable doing. His reaction made you smile 'ugh dont be so nice to me it makes me want to be nice back' he respond looking away. It made you have butterflies in your stomach.

You, Astarion, Halsin and Gale was walking towards the Elfsong to make lodgings there but due to your inability to leave things thay catch your eye alone you ended up getting side tracked by going to the beach following clues to another murder you found out about. And because you was nosey.

You ended returning back to camp with a guilty look "sorry guys i promise i will get us a nice bed tomorrow"

-

At the camp after planning out the next days events going to the Elfsong being the first stop then everything else that follows which everyone agrees to you decided this time you would take Astarion, Shadowheart and Karlach with you this time to give Halsin and Gale a break which they appreciated.

But as you was walking back to your tent which looked alot like Astarion's but who's really paying attention, you notice Halsin look at you as if he wanted to talk.

You wave slightly and he springs into the conversation "its because of you im able to see clearly now, and i thank you for it" he starts off smiling down at you "your Welcome Halsin" you commented only to hear him start to change his tone a bit not in a bad way but a way of....was you hearing that correctly? He wanted to sleep with you?

"You know im woth Astarion right?" Halsin nods "if he allows this to happen and maybe im hoping for his future participation. But first ask Astarion" you wasn't sure if your face was red but it certainly felt like it.

You turned and walked towards Astarion almost on auto pilot and he looked up from his book arching a brow with those lovely lips pulled to a half smile. "What troubles you my love"

"Astarion you won't believe the conversation i had with Halsin-" you startle slightly when Astarion burst out laughing "i was wondering when you was going to ask me about this"

"How can you tell?" You asked Astarion bends forward slightly "I guessed. The man can't stay quiet about "enjoying the freedom of natures gifts" " he snickers "i bet he outlaw clothing if he could" he waves a dismissive hand looking at you.

"I wouldn't have considered it, if it bothered you" you said truthfully. Halsin was the kind of man and body type that did make you curious to try, but you are staying strong with Astarion and always wanted to know his thoughts on it. And you study his reaction strongly.

"Im happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish- but i do have one question though, its not because we haven't, you know in a while is it?" His voice was calm and Collected but you can hear the vulnerability in it as well the Insecurities that was bubbling to the surface. "Love what i have with you is wholly different and special to me" Astarion gave you a timid smile "Aww, i know i was being foolish, but thank you for saying it"

The conversation was reeling in your head as you walked back to Halsin who looked hopeful but you recall as you turned and walked away how Astarion's adorable ears twitched lightly and you could have sworn it lowered slgihtly as he went in his tent.

"Im staying strong with Astarion, i love him and i don't want to lose anything we have because of any carnal lust. Im sorry Halsin" he nods his head respectfully "its alright i don't wish to ruin your relationship. But im glad i tried rather then let it bother me and never tell"

With that you went back to Astarion's tent he was struggling to trance and you had a feeling it was probably your fault so you slip inside and close the tent for privacy and slowly wrap your arms around him securely. "I love you Astarion never forget that"

You felt the tension when you touched him slowly release and a soft sigh "i love you to darling and i will never forget it" you felt one of his arms wrap around you and both of you fell into a fitful sleep / trance.

No you wouldn't trade this for anything.

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A/n: well i hope you all like this, stay beautiful darlings. I can hear half of this while writing it lol

Request are open ye

[ghostandsoap]

Someone Unexpected

John Price x Fem! “Peach” Reader

Tags: Price being a simp. Laswell being a queen.

Word Count: 2.3k

“I plan to be of good service to you, sir.”

It started as a suggestion to Captain Price.

At first, it was a gentle proposal that another member be added to his team. Price declined once, twice, three times. After his third refusal, the suggestion suddenly became a request…and then the request became a demand. 

Price fought it, and he fought it hard. He claimed that he didn’t need the manpower. He said that his force was just fine the way that it was. He stated that they didn’t need anyone else. 

But it seemed that the harder he protested, the faster he was losing the battle. 

John was promised that Kate Laswell would do all the work. She knew who to find, where to find them, and whether or not they were right for the position. Laswell knew Price, and she knew exactly what kind of person was going to meet his expectations…if not go beyond them.

John wasn’t having it. He grumbled and griped about it up until the moment that he sat down in Laswell’s office to discuss her choosing. He was rigid when he walked in, not even attempting to get comfortable when he sat down.

“Alright, Laswell. Who’s the lucky winner?” He groaned not, utterly miserable over the fact that he was going to have to give in to this.

“Come on now, John. That’s not very fair of you, is it?” She asked, furrowing her brows at him.

“I’m always fair,” He shrugged, shifting in the seat he was sitting in across from Laswell. “Am I so wrong for asking who you’ve so generously picked out for me?”

Kate didn’t see any sense in wasting time. She could sit here all day and stall, talking on and on to try and convince John not to be such a hardass about this. Although, Kate would be there forever if she attempted that, and Kate didn’t fancy spending her time trying to chip away at John’s stubborn nature. 

She reached into the top drawer in her desk, carefully retrieving a tan colored folder that was thick with papers on the inside. He had no doubt that they were organized and paper clipped into categories. He watched her open the front and quickly scan the first page before closing it again.

“Sergeant [L/N],” Laswell handed over a manila folder with all of the newbie’s personal information inside. “Confident, empathetic, and very intelligent.” 

“Empathetic?” John snorted. “Does he come with a bow in his hair?” 

“A little empathy wouldn’t kill you to have, Captain.” Kate fired back. “And she is as good as they come. I hand picked her myself.”

Price debated getting up and walking straight out.

Price knew that the world was different than when he was a rookie. More and more women were being employed and deployed to the military. He wasn’t against it per se, it was just that if he had the option, he would choose a man most of the time. In his experience, women tended to be less rough and could be totally unpredictable. Price couldn’t afford that.

“I need someone tougher than my usual pickings. I need someone that I can trust.” He argued with her. 

“You can trust her,” Kate said. “She’s valuable, John. She’s skilled in tactical training…both performing it and teaching it. She’s also advanced in first aid and field treatment.” 

That could be useful…

“Hm. What else can you tell me about her?” He went on, curious to know more.

“I’ve spent some time with her. She has quite the infectious personality, the kind that lights up a room when she walks in,” Kate said. “She knows when she’s the best in the room.”

So far, there wasn’t much that Kate had said that was selling Price on this woman. All he was hearing was that some innocent, happy-go-lucky gal was about to waltz her way into his team, expecting to run the show. 

Price couldn’t handle that. That was so far from what he needed.

“What do they call her?” He asked, wondering what kind of callsign was bestowed upon her.

Kate had a grin on her face, a certain expression that looked as if she were about to seal John Price’s fate.

“Peach.” She answered.

Price almost choked on his own saliva. Kate must’ve been kidding. She had to be kidding.

“Peach?” Price scoffed at such a girlish call sign.  “Why do they call her that?”

The smile on Kate’s face was genuine, but had a message behind it that let John know that he was letting his stubbornness shine through. Kate knew exactly the kind of person that would be right for Price’s force. There was no doubt in her mind that the woman she had in mind was perfect. 

“She has thick skin and is sweet as can be…” Kate beamed. “Not to mention, she’s a true southern lady.”

Oh no. No no no no. 

Price was biting his tongue. He had quite a few words to say about that. This had to be some kind of cruel, tasteless joke.

Not an American. Oh, God – anything but an American.

“Kate…” Price sighed in distress, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. 

“John,” She held up her hand before he could say anything else. “One chance. I’m asking you to give her a chance. I wouldn’t have made this arrangement if I didn’t think she was right for your team.”

“And if she’s not?” Price returned.

“Then you can say ‘I told you so’. Just give her a chance. That’s all I’m asking,” She repeated. “She might surprise you.”

Doubt it. Nice try, Laswell.

Neither of them said much after that. Kate had said all she needed to, and she basically kicked John out of her office before he had a chance to share his thoughts. He walked out feeling defeated, as if he had no say or control over his force. 

He wasn’t hopeful. Sure, some of the assets and characteristics that Laswell had mentioned could be potentially useful. But Price had encountered potentially useful people in the past, and none of them turned out the way he wanted.

It was out of his hands now, and the least he could do was do exactly what Laswell had requested – give her a chance. 

But there was just no way that she was as good as Laswell said. Nobody could have it all. Nobody could impress Captain Price.

For now, all he could do was wait and see.

***

Today was the day.

Price was told that she would be coming in today to get situated before the mission they were heading out for the next morning. He was going with the flow at this point. He was just doing what Laswell told him to avoid getting yelled at. 

He was preparing to leave, considering that they were less than 24 hours out from heading to their mission’s destination. Not to mention, he was feeling a twinge of anxiousness to lay eyes on Laswell’s prized pick. 

He waited a good while before making his way to make his official introduction. He didn’t want to seem excited about it because he most surely wasn’t. 

When his stalling time was used up, he made the journey to the spare bunk room where she would be staying for the night. It wasn’t like she really had time to get settled because she would be packed up and off the next morning. 

Her back was towards him when he arrived at the open doorway. She was occupied with rummaging through her pack and she didn’t hear the man’s footsteps approach and stop at her door. He knocked on the frame of the door to make his presence known, which then grabbed her attention.

She turned around at the sound, eyes wide and glittering as she made eye contact with him. His blood ran cold and his muscles went tight all over. He was physically stunned, because she was not what he was expecting. He went to introduce himself, but she identified him and was on it first.

“Captain Price,” She greeted, her southern drawl dripping off each of her words as she reached her hand out to him. “I’m Sergeant [L/N]. But everybody calls me Peach.”

So I’ve heard.

His heart started to patter away in his chest when heard her accent. It was thick and clear, and it fit her like a glove. Her words were spoken with genuine respect and admiration for the man she was speaking to. He almost felt…honored to be spoken to by her.

She wore a smile on her face proudly. It was a glowing kind of look that could bring joy to anyone who witnessed it for themselves. She had a gentle look to her. She didn’t look mean or like she had been hardened by the world. But there was something lingering in her eyes, swimming in the depths of her pupils that let Captain Price know that she had a tough side. 

She was beautiful. There was no other way to say it. She was quite easy to look at. He had a hard time looking away from her, like she’d disappear right in front of him if he even dared to glance away. 

Her hand was still held out to him, a flicker of confusion flashing over her face. He realized then that he hadn’t said anything. He had only been staring at her and analyzing her mentally…and probably making her think he was off his rocker. 

“Sergeant,” He returned the greeting, reaching for her hand to shake it. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Her touch was addicting. The sensation shot up his arm and tingled through his body in a way that made him feel all kinds of fuzzy and warm. It made it hard to retract his hand, and it wasn’t until she practically snatched her hand back that the handshake was broken. 

“Laswell has told me a lot about you. She speaks very highly of you, sir.” 

Sir. 

It felt dirty hearing her say that. Then that made him feel dirty. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with himself all of a sudden. Maybe he was coming down with something…

Get it together, John. Not like you haven’t seen a pretty woman before.

“She seems to think highly of you as well,” Price cleared his throat. “Told me all about you.”

He smacked himself internally for saying it like that. The change in the look on her face was subtle, but enough to let him know that you were thinking that he was a total quack. 

“All good things I hope, sir.” 

His knees wobbled. 

“Certainly.” He nodded.

He suddenly realized that he was out of things to say. He had planned a whole list of questions to scope out what kind of valuable assets that she would be bringing to the table. Now, he couldn’t remember a single one of them. She didn’t seem to mind the silence, but he felt like millions of ants were crawling all over his skin.

I wonder what the rest think of her…

“Have you met Sergeant MacTavish?” Price voiced his question aloud without really meaning to.

“Soap? Yes sir,” She answered. “I’ve also been acquainted with Ghost and Gaz, Captain.”

She was quick. She hadn’t even been here three hours yet. Price was beginning to think that she was several steps ahead of him already. 

“Getting on with them then?” He asked, and her head tilted to the side.

“Sorry?” 

It occurred to him then that his vocabulary and hers were likely very different. Her accent and dialogue was alien to him, the same way that he assumed his was to her. 

“I mean are you getting along with them?” He chuckled. 

“Oh! We’re gettin’ along just fine,” She smiled sheepishly. “I plan to be of good service to you, sir.” 

He hoped so. He really hoped so. 

“Good. Are you all set to go in the morning?” 

Is it hot in here? It’s definitely just warm in here, right?

“Ready to go,” She smiled again, and he felt a sweat break out on his forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you, Captain?”

Oh, Christ.

He had to get out of there. He needed to go and take the coldest shower that he could stand. Maybe it would cool him off and slow his heart rate down. He was surprised at himself, because he wasn’t usually so…suggestive. 

“I don’t think so, Sergeant. You’re all set,” He withheld from wheezing out an exhale of a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I look forward to seeing you, Peach.”

The name vibrated out of his throat and seemed to echo through the air. He liked saying it, and suddenly he was excited to get to say it more in the future. 

“Same to you, Captain.”

With that, Price turned on his heel and practically sprinted once he was out of earshot. That was unlike any first encounter he had ever experienced. No one had ever brought him to nearly crumbling like that. It was freaking him out, and he needed quiet time to calm down.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how unexpected this was. How unexpected she was. His hesitation was now more of a curious feeling. He was curious to know how she would do and what she was like in general. 

Something was different about her…but he didn’t quite know what it was yet.

Peach had a lot to prove to Captain Price. She knew it, and he knew it too. The good captain wasn’t totally sold on her just yet, but this first encounter was definitely dissolving some of his initial reservations. He could get used to having her around and having her in his life.

 Little did he know that she would become a much bigger part of it than he originally anticipated. And for that, he was forever thankful. 

Maybe someone unexpected wasn’t so bad after all.

[ltash]

Ramshackled

You and Ghost are in love and he takes care of you after you get wounded.

"My heart is a battlefield of love and pain, torn between what is right and what I want."

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, time frozen around us. His grip was tight, lifting me as he stood. I was standing on my tiptoes.

Captain Price cleared his throat. "If you two lovebirds are done, we have an interrogation to proceed with."

Simon slowly let me go. "You should rest, Nora," he said, kissing my forehead and grabbing his gun from the floor.

"The slap hurt," he pointed out, touching his cheek before winking at me and turning to go.

I returned to the hospital, back to my room, and sat on my bed, the weight of everything sinking in.

About an hour passed, and Ghost returned with Captain Price. They had a woman with them. I stood up, scrutinizing her features. She was the same woman from the drug cartel.

Mere seconds later, Ghost pushed the woman, and she landed at my feet. "Apologize!" Ghost growled.

"I am sorry," the woman said.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"She is El Sin Nombre. Valeria," Ghost replied. "She is responsible for everything."

"Take her back, Ghost," I said, sitting back on the bed and looking away. "It doesn't matter anymore. I don't need an apology now."

"What her men and she did to you, and you're still saying this?" Ghost replied, incredulity in his voice.

"Yes," I said firmly. "Because the damage has already been done." I looked at the woman. "You can go now."

The woman glanced at Ghost, unsure.

"I forgive you," I said, my voice steady but my heart heavy. "Now, go."

Ghost stared at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and admiration. He turned to Valeria and motioned for her to leave. She hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking out, escorted by Captain Price.

Ghost remained, his gaze fixed on me, trying to understand the depth of my strength and forgiveness.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked, sitting on the bed in front of me. His concern was palpable, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. I kept looking the other way.

"I’m fine," I said quietly, "but I’m not the same anymore. The Nora in me died last night. I don’t know what remains of me now."

Ghost reached out, his gloved hand gently turning my face toward him. "You're still you, Nora. You’re strong, and you’re here. That’s what matters."

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "It doesn’t feel that way, Simon. It feels like I’ve lost everything that made me...me."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "We’ll find a way to get through this, together. You’re not alone. Not ever."

I buried my face in his shoulder, letting the tears flow.

"I don’t know how I’ll cover the damages," I murmured, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. "Millions of dollars worth of inventory burned with my office building. I might have to sell my home or what’s left of my father’s company."

Ghost held me tighter, his voice steady and reassuring. "We’ll figure it out, Nora. You don’t have to do this alone. We’ll find a way."

"But Simon," I protested, "it's too much. I can’t ask you to carry this burden with me. You have your own responsibilities."

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a fierce determination. "You’re my responsibility, Nora. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you. We’ll rebuild everything together."

I nodded slowly, taking comfort in his words even as doubt lingered in my mind. "I just don’t want to lose everything my father worked so hard for."

"You won’t," he said firmly. "We’ll find a way to keep the company alive. But first, you need to rest and recover. We’ll tackle everything else one step at a time."

I sighed, feeling a small glimmer of hope amidst the despair. "Okay. One step at a time."

"One step at a time," he echoed, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "We’ll get through this, Nora. I promise."

"For now, just come with me," he said softly. "Let's go to my room and rest. I will take care of you."

I looked up at him, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes. For a moment, I hesitated, still feeling the weight of everything that had happened. But then, I nodded, letting him guide me.

As we walked to his room, the silence between us was comforting. It felt like a promise that, no matter what, he would be there for me. We reached his room, and he gently helped me sit on the bed.

"Lie down and rest," he said, pulling a blanket over me. "I’ll be right here."

I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the blanket and the reassurance of his presence. "Thank you, Simon," I whispered.

He took off his vest and set his gun aside before climbing into the bed with me. Heat radiated from his body as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His presence was a comforting warmth against the chill that had settled in my bones.

"I've got you, love," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Rest now. We'll figure everything out together."

I nestled closer, allowing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat to soothe me.

I was so tired, my body so sore. I rested my head on his chest.

"You know, Simon, I love sleeping on you," I said in a sleepy voice, trailing my finger down his chest.

He stroked his fingers through my tangled hair, a gentle rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. Slowly, I closed my eyes, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding me. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful sleep.

In the morning, when I opened my eyes, my head was nestled on his arm as he spooned me from behind. His other arm was wrapped around me, his face buried in the back of my neck, and I could feel his warm breaths. I turned around to face him.

He looked so peaceful while asleep. I cupped his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb. Leaning in, I kissed his forehead, then the crooked bridge of his broken nose, and finally, my lips brushed against his. He opened his eyes slowly. His lips parted to say something, but I placed my finger on them.

"Ssh!" I hushed him before pressing my lips onto his, kissing him sensually. His grip on my back tightened as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

I was intoxicated but I knew i couldn't go further with him because of my condition.

"Simon". I whispered. We shouldn't be doing this. I said

"I know," he murmured against my lips, his breath warm and reassuring. He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching mine. "I'm here for you, Nora, no matter what. We'll take things slow, okay?"

"Okay." I whispered.

He got up from the bed slowly.

"Your dressing needs to be changed then we'll have breakfast together." He said.

He went out of the room and came  back after 15 minutes with dressing supplied.

Sitting beside me on the bed. He inspected my bandage hidden under the cargo pants.

With careful hands, Simon assisted me in sliding down my cargo pants, then carefully cut away the previous bandage. After cleaning the wound gently, which had already been stitched by the doctors, he wrapped the new bandage around it. Finally, he helped me pull my pants back up.

"I want to take a shower," I said.

"But your bandage?" Simon asked, concerned. "Let me wash your hair for you. I'll take care of the rest."

He placed a small chair by the sink, and I leaned against it. Gently, he rinsed and washed my tangled hair with shampoo. After wrapping a towel around my head, he filled the bathtub for me.

"Don't let your bandage get wet," he instructed. "I'm waiting outside. Take your time."

He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I rested my head against the edge of the bathtub, careful not to soak my bandage. As I soaked in the warm water, I felt grateful for everything he had done for me. I decided then and there that, come what may, even if I had to sell my big house, I would buy another in his hometown so that I could always be near him.

I came out, a towel wrapped around me, my clothes in my hand. He had brought another pair of clothes, thankfully in my size. "Here," he said, handing them to me.

He helped me get changed, his hands gentle and careful. I combed my hair and let it fall loose down my back.

"Let's go outside. I want to introduce you to the other team we work with," he said, offering me his hand. I took it, feeling a sense of warmth and security, and walked with him outside the room.

We reached the cafeteria holding hands. Alejandro, Rodolfo, Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, and Phillip Graves were sitting at a table.

"Come join us," Captain Price said, motioning to the empty seats.

Ghost pulled out a chair for me, and we sat down together.

"So, you're Nora Grace," Phillip Graves said, looking at me with interest.

"Yes, I am. You American?" I asked, noting his accent.

"Yes, you from the South too?" Graves asked.

"Yes. From Houston, Texas," I replied.

"Ye haven't seen Nora shootin' a sniper. Man! The way she shot the enemies when we were attacked looked like she was a pro," Soap added with enthusiasm.

"Thanks, Soap," I said, smiling at him.

"How did you learn to shoot, hermana?" Alejandro asked this time, his curiosity piqued.

"Ghost taught me. He is the best sniper in the task force," I said, holding Ghost's arm affectionately. Ghost remained stoic, but I could see a hint of pride in his eyes.

Captain Price chimed in, "She's the daughter of the late General Marshall, who retired before General Shepherd. She surely has army genes in her."

"Why don't you join the Taskforce, Nora?" Soap suggested with a grin.

"Or Shadow Company," Phillip Graves added.

"She is not joining any team now, let alone the Taskforce," Ghost said firmly, holding my hand.

I looked at Ghost and then smiled. "Or, if I could, I would join the Taskforce any day to support you, Ghost."

Ghost's grip on my hand tightened slightly, and a rare, soft look crossed his face. "Let's just focus on getting you better first, yeah?" he said, his voice gentle.

"We have a mission tonight," Captain Price announced, his tone serious. "Our intel suggests the missile is on the oil rig. We have to destroy it before it leaves for Washington."

"What? A missile? Is Washington, D.C. in danger?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Yes, kid. It's Hassan's target," Captain Price confirmed. "We need to destroy it before it wipes out the whole city. Our team, along with Phillip Graves, is heading out today to take care of it. Wish us luck."

"All will go well, Captain Price," I said, trying to sound confident. "My wishes and prayers are always with you guys. You will succeed."

Price nodded, appreciation in his eyes. "Thank you, Nora. We'll make sure of it."

"Aye lass! You are so brave. Hitting LT on his face. No one has ever done that." Soap chuckled.

Ghost glared at him, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Yes, she is a fighter, and I need her to be brave every time for me."

"You are lucky, Ghost, to have found a girl like her," Alejandro said.

"No, I am lucky to have found him," I replied, holding Ghost's arm tightly.

"Hey! Let's go to the shooting range, lass. Show us your sniper skills," Soap said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Besides, I've got your sniper with me that Ghost gave you."

"What? You got it? I thought I would never get it back," I said, surprised and excited.

"Yeah! You left it beside me when they took you. I made sure I kept your guns safe for you," he said, grinning.

"You are not well, Nora. You can't go to the shooting range now," Ghost interjected, concern etched on his face.

"I'm doing better, Ghost. Let me go with Soap, please. I need fresh air too," I added, trying to reassure him.

"It's okay, but I will go with you," he said, relenting.

"Let me bring your guns," Soap said as he stood up.

"We'll come with you," Alejandro added. "Show us your skills, hermana."

"Of course," I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and determination.

Soap returned with my sniper and Glock, handing them to me. Ghost gave me a holster for my gun, and I wore it with the sniper in my hand.

"Hermana, you look like one of us, the Vaqueros," Alejandro said, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Yes, she looks like a soldier," Soap chuckled.

"I am one of you guys. I'm a fighter, fighting my own battles within myself," I answered.

With that, I bolted and reloaded the sniper, positioning it against my shoulder. I pulled the trigger, and shots rang out as I aimed towards the target. Most of the bullets hit near the center.

Ghost cheered me on, and I wrapped my arms around him. "You did so well, Nora," Soap said, patting my shoulder.

I noticed Phillip Graves narrowing his eyes at me. Throughout the time, he had been watching me intently. Ghost noticed it too, but he didn't say a word.

Captain Price gave me a side hug. "So proud of you, kid. Like father, like daughter," he said, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

"Ghost gave me his hand. 'Let's go inside, Nora. I have to prepare for our next mission.'

'You noticed Graves, how he was looking at me,' I said while entering the room.

'Yes, I noted it. He's just jealous of who you are, Nora. Much better than him in every way,' Ghost replied.

'I don't think so. He's good with his words, and he's a trained soldier,' I replied.

'Yes, he is, but I don't trust him,' Ghost said.

'Be careful who you trust. People you know can hurt you the most,' Ghost added, his words weighing heavily on me.

I kept staring at him, realizing the gravity of his words. He was absolutely right."

[water-to-drink]

A Star’s Introduction

(Characters): Yae Miko, Childe, Pantalone, Charlotte, and Xinyan

(Synopsis): As the new kid at school you try to remain low to hide a big secret that determines whether you would be staying at the academy or not

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, reader is a superhero (star guardian), some foul language, dialogue heavy, I wrote this in one sitting so might be rushed, talks about selling organs, reader is called “new kid”, barely edited (lmk if I missed anything)

(Word Count): 1.2k

(A/n): Sorry for being gone for so long, depression has been kicking my ass but I’m back. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while so I hope you enjoy

Genshin Academy, a prestigious institution that host bright students from all corners of Teyvat. Many from highly influential families, but that doesn’t mean students from much humbler backgrounds don’t attend

Many backgrounds and cultures come together to form a beautiful mosaic that reflects the academy’s aim for a more inclusive society

The same stuff you’ve heard before in many other schools. This is where you find yourself, having recently enrolled into the academy you would say things are going pretty good for yourself. You have a small group of friends and try to stay out of the sights of the school’s most influential students, well you try to keep a low profile for reasons that will be brought up later, but as you are running down the hallways it seems that the First Star has other plans for you here

“Why hello, new kid~”

You don’t have to turn around to know who it is, the sultry voice with a mischievous tint to it. The one and only Yae Miko

“Lady Yae! Can we please do this another time, please!” You pleaded the last part but it seemed to make the fox chuckle a bit

“I promise it won’t take too long, why are you so adamant about pushing our plans to a later date?” She asked whilst circling around you, her ears moving with a bit of excitement. “Could it be that my dear new kid already has plans with some other rascal?”

“N-no Lady Yae, I just have to do something. Alone. By myself!” You directed your hands towards the door to put emphasis in your need to leave urgently

“Yeah they promised to tutor me!”

fuck

Another headache inducing person comes between you and Yae. The ginger mop of hair slightly obscures your view of Yae but from what you can see, she’s getting a kick out of Childe challenging her for your time

“Right you promised to tutor me in history?”

“I don’t remember promising that! I said I’ll think about it!”

“You’re so mean, Tyro!” Childe says while clutching his chest in fake hurt

“Stop calling me that and why don’t you go to Al Haitham or Zhongli or someone other than me?”

“Zhongli’s busy and Al Haitham refuses to acknowledge my presence.”

“I don’t blame him, you are quite the headache.” Yae mutters under her breath just loud enough for the ginger to hear

Childe whips his head around and starts to walk towards Miko. You blocked out what they were saying and slowly backed away from them until you reached the corner and then your walk quickly turned into a run. You ran down the halls to find an empty room until you found one that had the lights turned off, you stepped inside and instantly bumped into something. A very expensive sounding crash hit your ears, the lights instantly turned on revealing a broken vase right by your feet

“Oh my stars!” You gasped not noticing the other figure in the room

“My my, that vase was around 500,000 mora.” A deep voice came up from behind you and to your horror it came from none other than Pantalone

“Do you know how you’re going to pay for it, unless…?”

“A kidney will pay that off.”

“I-I beg your pardon…?”

“A kidney is around 450,000 back where I’m from.”

“Why is selling your kidney your first option…?”

“But if that doesn’t cover it I could sell some blood or parts of my skin to make up for-”

“I was insinuating you working for me, not selling body parts, dear archons!”

“So out of the goodness of your heart you’ll overlook this tiny oopsie?”

“Oh no, it still has to be replaced.” The raven haired student said with his usual smile

You looked around to see if there was a way out but alas, there wasn’t just you and him. In defeat you turned towards Pantalone

“Okay, I’ll work for you to pay off the vase. Just can we start this tomorrow, I have something really important to do.”

“Hmm.” Pantalone rubs his chin seemingly not noticing or intentionally ignoring you getting more antsy by the second. “I think I have work for you to do that cannot wait until tomorro-” The sound of a large explosion cuts him off

You look out the window to see a hydra like monster terrorizing students out in the courtyard

Disregarding your conversation with Pantalone you run out of the classroom, heading to the rooftop

The charm on your bracelet rattling, a constant reminder of the vow you made to the First Star many years ago. A vow to be a Star Guardian a beacon of light dedicated to protecting all life from monsters that threaten to plague this world and many others into total darkness, upon reaching the rooftop you look around to see if anyone is there and thankfully there isn’t

Taking a deep breath in you prepare to say the phrase for as long as you stand and till you take your very last breath. “Starlight Transformation!”

With that your body is enveloped in a blue light your school blazer replaced with the white lightweight armor, your loafers replaced with white boots with blue linings, your normal color hair now is a vibrant shade of blue. Everything completed with a four pointed star in the middle of your chest

You’re ready for action

You leap off the roof and extend your hands out

“Lux! Aura!” You called out to your magical companions, a pair of capybaras appear and each turn into two shotguns in your hands

You began to shoot at the monster, mainly aiming for the many eyes it has.

Out of your peripherals you see a girl with pink hair and glasses about to be crushed by one of the monster’s heads

Rushing you get her out of the way just in time

“Don’t worry! I got you…”

“Charlotte!” Charlotte answered. Her eyes look over your shoulder and as you followed her gaze to see the monster charging up a beam in its mouth to shoot right at you

Before you could move out of the way the hydra blasts the beam right at to both of you

Charlotte preparing for the blast opens her eyes to see a shield had formed around you two

“I said that I got you,” You smiled at her as you lept onto the rooftop. “now get to somewhere safe. I’ll finish this guy off.”

Jumping back down you continue to shoot at the monster’s weak spots until you were certain it had been weakened significantly

Standing right in front of the hydra you get ready for your final attack. “Starlight Bullet!” With the pull of the trigger the monster disappears in a burst of smoke

“Ugh, now I can finally go home.” You sighed whilst stretching

Walking in through the school’s entrance the next day you see students reading the school’s paper, your friend Xinyan runs up to you and hands you the paper for you to read

‘Mysterious Hero Saves Academy From Monster’’

It only took you a few seconds for things to click, Charlotte from yesterday is Charlotte of the newspaper club

“You look so awestruck, I know it’s so cool having a superhero at our school, it even says that they might be a student too.” Xinyan said gleefully unaware of your emotional turmoil

All your efforts to remains under the radar in both your regular life and Star Guardian life down the drain in a moment of carelessness. Oh may the First Star guide you

[tiny-breadcrumbs]

Of Pencil and Paper

(Trigger warning: mention of Sexual Assault and self harm)

People often ask why I stay with analog medium? The world is moving, digital art is growing fast and it does perform better on industrial scale. But I can never find how to answer that question without it sounded like I'm selling a sad story. So a lot of people only get the "I don't like it" answer. Short and simple. Yet sometimes, I can see the prejudice in their eyes, how arrogant, they said.

It's unhealthy. I almost conviced myself that I simply didn't like it when the root was deeper than that. It's easier to tell the lie, to sounds like an arrogant old school artist who dislike digital art with passion. No, never that. I like the texture of paper and the smell of wet paint. Not in the artistic sense, at least not at first, I found peace in that because they once saved me from my darkest days. Thus, they are familiar.

I always love a story. Consuming one or writing it myself. Yeah, I used to write. Ten years old me have a dream to be a novelist. And it all shattered when I'm thirteen. I'm sexually assaulted by one of the teacher in my school. At school hour, in an empty classroom because everyone else in a middle of morning prayer and I'm the only kid at that time with different believe. And everything spiralling down from there. It was a prestigious school I study hard to get in, that jerk used to be everyone favorite teacher including me, now, I saw that place like a hell on earth.

I never get justice. Never. Me and family being silenced for the sake of keeping the school reputation, with just a word of apology and so called promise to never repeat. As if the SA trauma can be healed like that. But world is unfair and the society is in the hand of the rich. My family is in minority from every aspect, ethnic, religion stance, society, even economy. The school even has the audacity to blackmailing us, they said I'm alone in the classrom that day because I've been writing porn on my book. The book they already confiscated and read. The book where thirteen years old me write a silly treasure hunt story. I've never saw that book again.

You see, I have a lot of issue at that time. We don't even have money to pay for therapist. Nor we can get a free counseling for victim because the case was never disclosed. The school have connection with the local police and I can just bury that injustice deep in me. At one point it almost reach a self harm. I used to scrubbing my skin until it was red, but the phantom hands still there, and I very tempted to peel it out. My family hid all the sharp object, I think I scare them badly. But I found a single pencil. Unfortunately (or fortunately) not sharp. I run it across my skin, but they didn't tear. So I take it on paper.

At first, maybe I'm doing art as some kind of therapy. I pour all that anger and disgust on paper, for months it was all angry lines and colours. The texture as I scratch the pencil, the slash of black it made across the white paper, it strangely satisfying. A little bit sadistic perhaps, because I'm doing it with the face of a demon that appear every night in my dreams, that person face. But my family keep giving me more paper, they told me to keep going. By the time I'm calm enough, when I finally graduate, I start to turn that lines into a drawing. I love a story. And because words now terrify me, I finally learn how to draw.

With times, I learn to enjoy it for the fun and all the beauty in it.

The thing is, all that sensory experience became a habit. I need to feel the paper, I need to hold a wooden pencil, a wooden brush, I need to smell the paint, so I feel safe enough to concentrate and lose myself in arts. So I can loosen up a little bit and not being so hypervigilant. Maybe I'm afraid the screen and digital art can't provide me that sense of safety. That smooth glide on the screen gave me dissasociative feeling and freak me out. I try it before and nope out so fast my last bit of paint on the pallete was not even dry yet. I enjoy digital arts when I'm not the one doing it and good for all those illustrator that can make it to the industry. But I'm here first and foremost to keep myself sane.

I'm okay now. Fabulous. Fewer and fewer relapse over the years. By the time I'm fixing all my family financial problem and finally have enough to find a therapist, they said I already handle myself good. I'm carrying thirteen years old me crawling out from that dark pit with sheer spite and luck for finding the perfect outlet to regulate that negative emotion. Giving myself an art therapy without even realise it was one. I can talk freely about that now, maybe I finally find that peace with myself.

So, do you see how long this is? Thats why I take a two minute silence whenever someone ask me why I did not do digital art when I have a potential to make more money with it. How do you even explain this? And I don't think they will care. We Asian do not believe in mental health issue 😂😂 why so weak? So saying I simply doesn't like it looks like the fastest way to give answer and switch topic. Not a lie, but not the truth either.

But my therapist told me to write this out because they think it can help someone out there about the story of art therapy, and here it is. Next time when you are about to ask and pester someone about why they didn't switch into digital art, perhaps do it on a kinder tone. Maybe they have more story behind that, big or small.

If this resonate with you, here, let me give you a hug. You are a survivor and so damn strong, I'm super proud of you!

May the world be kinder to you today, tomorrow, and many years to come.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | six

Up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups. *Ellie’s POV* I sat on the floor across from Jolly and Folio as they shuffled the cards and started passing them around. Noah passed me a beer in a red plastic cup and we waited for the game to start. I took a few sips of my beer to loosen myself up, I wanted his friends to like me and a situation like this is the best way to test them. “Fair warning, this could get ugly.” Noah says before taking a sip of his drink.

The first couple rounds were a little awkward since we were all sober but the more we drank the better it got. I asserted my dominance by nailing Matt with a +4 card every chance that I could. Not cause I wanted to win but because his reactions got funnier the more it happened. Noah ended up sitting back and watching us play, I think he was scared I would’ve destroyed him, and he would be right. He shimmied himself behind me and I sat between his legs and I rested my back on his chest. After we finished our seventh round Nick brought over some shot glasses and bottle of tequila. Our glasses clinked together and the second the liquid hit my throat it burned immensely. I chugged my beer to chase it but it didn’t help whatsoever. “Okay Matt I have a dare for you.” My words were slurring a little bit, deeply regretting taking that shot. “I promise I won’t give you anymore 4+ cards if you take a body shot off Folio.” “How about I do it off you instead, babe?” He winked, completely oblivious of Noahs death stare behind him. “Nice try. Get on the table Folio.” I shot back as I snapped my fingers. The whole group started laughing and supporting my terrible dare. With no hesitation Folio ripped his shirt off and laid down on the table. I could hardly control my laughter as Matt reached over the table and took the shot with no hands. Noah raised his eyebrows at me, as if he was impressed with what I just made his friends do. Something was telling me it was hard to win them over, but I think I did it? “Bro you can’t just make up your own rules!” Folio yells as he throws the empty uno box at Matt’s head. “Fuck yourself Folio!” I laughed as I watched them wrestle in the corner, they acted like we were in high school but I loved it. Noah pulled me closer to him and I closed my eyes as he started to gently kiss my temple over and over. I was quite surprised by him and his public display of affection in front of his bandmates but they also didn’t seem to mind either. I also knew that dark cloud was above us and we really needed to figure out what this is between us. The guys were getting another round ready but I knew it was time. “We should go so we can talk.” I whispered to Noah. “Ready when you are.” He whispered back as he brushed my hair away from my face. “I’m gonna go ask Steven if we have any hoodies left so you don’t get cold.” He helped me get up off the floor and kissed the top of my head gently before leaving the room. “El, are you okay?” Danielle asked as she walked over to me with a concerned look on her face. “Yeah, I just want to be alone with Noah so we can talk about last night.” I replied as I saw Noah reappear with a hoodie and a bottle of water for me. “Are you okay to stay here or?” “Don’t worry about it,” she cut me off. “I couldn’t get tomorrow off so I need to drive home tonight.” “Thank you.” I said before giving her a hug. “By the way, Noah is so in love with you.” She whispered low enough that Noah didn’t hear her. ”Shut up.” I blushed. “You ready?” Noah asked me and I simply nodded. He took my hand as we said goodbye to everyone, of course everyone booed and wanted us to stay. We walked out of the venue and it wasn’t as cold as I expected but I still put the hoodie on that Noah gave me. It was actually one of their hoodies I had my eye on for months but it kept selling out so I was happy to finally own it. I wanted to go to the merch booth after the show last night to grab it but, well you know the rest.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Noah asked as we walked down the street. “I really did. You have a great group of people around you.” “They really like you, I hope you know that.” He muses before looking down at his feet, something I’m noticing he does a lot when he’s nervous. It was adorable, actually. “That’s such a relief. Honestly all of you scared me before I met you.” “And now?” “Still a little intimidated by Nick but I’m working on it.” We arrived at my hotel room and I crashed on the bed as soon as we got in. My feet were killing me and I couldn’t wait to get my boots off. I felt Noah lift my foot up as he began untie my boots. I kept my attention on him and watched his tattooed fingers loosen my shoelaces with such ease. I’d be lying if I said his hands didn’t turn me on, but as of right now, everything about him turned me on.  “Thank you.” I managed to breathe out as I started to get feeling back in my feet. “Of course.” He says as he gives my feet a squeeze, “Are you okay if I leave for a few minutes? I just realized we got all the way here and I didn’t pack any clean clothes or even a toothbrush.” “Are you insinuating that you’re sleeping over?” I joked with a raised eyebrow. “Oh umm, I mean if you’re ok with that.” He blushes. “I guess I should’ve mentioned I was planning on coming back up to Vancouver tomorrow to see you but you beat me to the surprise.” “You were?” He just nods before crawling onto the bed and towering over me. My heart was beating so fast as he closed the gap between us and kissed me with such desperation. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers found their place tangled up in his hair. He pressed his entire body onto mine as our kiss deepened. “Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily?” He breathlessly said as we broke apart. He gently kissed my thumb as I rubbed the smeared lipstick off of his face. I was really surprised how affectionate he was being with me despite not hearing anything about my divorce yet, but I wasn’t going to protest. “I’m gonna go grab my stuff and I’ll be right back.” I just nodded as he leaned down and gently kissed my cheek before leaving. As soon as he left I got changed into my pyjamas, just a pair of cotton shorts and a matching tank top and I drank the rest of my water while I waited. My mind was still having a hard time processing that this was happening and that this man who I’ve adored for years could have feelings towards me. This is the kind of stuff you’d dream about in high school about your crush. “I’m back.”

I looked up from my phone and saw Noah walk in with his suitcase and a duffel bag. He put his stuff down on the other bed and sat beside me. We were both quiet because we knew the fun was over and that we needed to talk about the elephant in the room. “I guess I should start.” I replied with a shakiness in my voice. Noah reached over and intertwined our fingers together waiting for me to start. “Before I say anything -“ “Ellie.” He interrupted me, causing my heart to flutter at the sound of my name. “I thought I lost you for good and I’m not going to let that happen again. There’s nothing you can say that will make me run this time, I promise.” “Ok.” I took a huge breath. “Where do you want me to begin?” “Why are you getting divorced?” “About a month ago, I found out that my husband has been having an affair with someone he works with. It’s been happening since we got married and it was going on during my entire pregnancy and still is.” I paused. “Yeah I also have a son, he’s 15 months old…have I scared you yet?” Noah just shook his head and gave my hands an assuring squeeze. Noah had this calm aura about him that was so damn rare these days in a man, it made me feel like I could tell him anything without getting an irrational response. “Tyler, he grew up super conservative and I think his parents forced him to marry me because it all happened so fast. I thought at the time that’s what he wanted so I agreed to marry him but once I had Liam I started to resent him. He was hardly around and only helped when he felt like it. I’ve wanted to leave him even before I found out about the affair but I just couldn’t do it. So once I found out about it, I started working with lawyers but I got scared and kept putting it off until…” “Until what?” “Until I met you.” I pulled away from his gaze and the silence in the room was absorbing me. “Me?” The tone of his voice was making me feel unsettled. I still wouldn’t look at him and I pulled my hands away from his out of fear. “Noah, you showed me what my life would look like if I finally left him. I just needed a little push to do it.” I muttered as I picked at my nail polish. “I don’t want you to think you’re the reason my marriage fell apart.” “Ellie, I wouldn’t think that at all and I am so fucking sorry this is happening to you.” He replied as he lifted my chin to look at him. “I’m happy that I could help you take a step in the right direction to be happy, but if you need your freedom, I understand.” “I don’t want freedom if it means you’ll leave.” I whispered as tears began to fill my eyes. I just don’t think I could live in a world without Noah, it didn’t feel right. “I was more scared of losing you last night than losing my marriage.” “I’m not leaving unless you tell me to okay?” I just nod as he wiped the one tear that escaped me. “I’m just so relieved you gave me a second chance.” “I’d give you a million chances Noah.” I replied softly, looking up at his gorgeous dark eyes as a small smile appeared on his face. “Anything else you want to know?” “What’s next?” “He should be getting the papers tomorrow so I’m sure he’ll call me and start screaming.” I replied, almost laughing for some reason. “Then we’ll get a court date to finalize everything and hopefully I’ll be a free woman soon. My lawyer is actually Danielle’s mom so she’s getting this done for me as fast as she can.” “Regardless how long this takes, I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Noah assures me. “Good, you’re stuck with me.”

Noah flashes me his million dollar smile before crawling into bed with me. We kept stealing kisses and talking about everything and anything. We talked about my job, how I got into his band and lightly touched on our childhoods. Noah was a bit hesitant to speak about his so I changed the subject to Anime, which caused us to be up for another hour. I’ve never clicked with a human so quickly like I have with him. This was turning into something special, I could tell. *Noah’s POV* I’ve never craved being around someone like I have with Ellie. We clicked on so many levels that I started to wonder if I knew her in a past life. I learned she’s a nurse which I thought was pretty admirable, especially working with premature babies. This girl also knew her anime, which really impressed me. It got me thinking maybe we’ll have lazy days watching it in the future when it rains, which it seems to do a lot in Vancouver. She also loved watching sports, it wasn’t really my forte, I mean I’ve watched football games with Folio but thats it. I’m going to make an effort to watch games or even go to games with her cause I know it would make her happy. She also wanted to go to Japan one day and I wanted to be the one to take her. Whoa. Slow down, Noah. Ellie fell asleep so peacefully in my arms and all I could do was watch her. I counted the stands of her dark hair that fell in front of her face, cascading down her arm. I pushed them to the side and brushed my hand against her skin. It angers me to know someone treated her so horribly. I wanted to go find Tyler myself and beat him senseless but that wouldn’t solve anything. Still, fuck him for what he did. I’ll never understand why men are never happy with what they have. If I had Ellie as a wife I’d never look in another women’s direction again. My phone buzzed beside me and I saw it was Nick. “Soooo how did everything go?” “Better than I could’ve imagined :) This girl is incredible…” “For the short amount of time I saw you two together, you looked really happy man.” “It scares me how much I adore her already.” “Don’t…I think she’ll be good for you.” I put my phone down and just sighed. This felt surreal. It felt surreal to have someone I wanted to protect and adore every second of the day. She was everything I wanted in a partner. She was funny, intelligent, had a way with words and was such a headstrong woman. I’d so also be lying if I didn’t think she was the most beautiful woman I’ve met. When I felt Ellie falling into a deeper sleep I took the opportunity to get up since I was still fully dressed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and stripped myself down to my boxers. I turned all the lights out and crawled back into bed. “Noah?” I loved hearing her say my name, everything just stopped when she said it. 

“I’m here.” I whispered, pulling her back into me. I waited for her to reply but she fell back asleep. I smirked before kissing her forehead. I couldn’t get enough of this feeling of having her sleeping beside me, knowing she felt safe. It got me thinking I never wanted to sleep alone again.

[lostidiot24]

⚓️Nancy Mulligan🏴‍☠️

Red-haired Shanks x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Nancy Mulligan by The Wellerman, MALINDA, & Cullen Vance - OG by Ed Sheeran

A/N: My first post here! It took me awhile to decide who this would’ve been about but I think I made the right choice.

TW: Alcohol and drunk men but nothing gross like harassment so don’t worry!

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Weathered metal screeched as rusted hinges opened the wooden door to a warm cottage. A breeze flew through the open space, carrying sounds of waves and birds into inviting ears. With a woven basket in one hand and a bag on berrys in the other, you step forward and out of the way on the quickly closing door. Leather shoes made little sound against the cobblestone as you walked across the path towards the town nearby.

This had been the main part of your days this past month. Going to the town to sell fruits and berries wasn’t something you dreamed of when you were little but it gave life meaning on this island. We didn’t have many fruit vendors so you made sure to always have enough to go around.

“[Name]! Wait up!” Your feet quickly stopped against the stones as soon as they entered the entrance to the town. A friend, Jace, ran up to you with exhaustion before you quickly helped him stay standing up by grabbing their hand.

“Jace! What happened and….. why are you so sweaty?” You took your hand away from theirs as soon as they stood up and wiped it on your clothing.

“I need your help with my shift tonight. May can’t come in today because she’s sick but she was supposed to cover for Lincoln! Now I gotta cover for two people and I can’t do it alone.”

“Jace, you know that I never deal with guests. I don’t want to freeze up when one yells at me like last time…”

“Don’t worry! I promise to make sure that you get all of the easy regulars tonight and if anyone gives you a problem, just talk to me. Please?”

Tense arms slumped as you looked at your friend who was on the verge of tears. An agreement was made after slight hesitation and some bribing of free dinner. You would definitely help out if it helped take the stress of finding another meal off your back. Jaces face light up as he quickly ran into the tavern that you both worked at.

Wait… He never gave me a time to come in! I’ll just go after I sell these fruits.

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Slightly shaky hands ran down your legs as you flattened out the creases in your uniform. It was pretty basic with a small apron around the waist. You were lucky to have a tavern that was more open to clothing changes so if anything made you uncomfortable, you could just ask them for a different uniform. Nervous eyes traveled to the window that framed the view of the sea in the back of the tavern as soon as you walked out of the closet that was used as a changing room.

A ship was docking near the small harbor of your island. The citizens that lived here never really leaved so the docks weren’t very big but they could still hold a ship. You realized that you were staring when another coworker, Joanna, came to the back. She was just stocking up on some sake but it took you out of your daze as you finally walked through the doors and into the busy tavern. Jace speed walked over to you, slightly pushed you towards the front of the bar as a way to show encouragement.

Lets hope my voice doesn’t give out on me this time.

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Steady hands grabbed the beer jug before it could fall off the table when a drunk man swung his arms in the air. A sigh of relief left you before the man got up and sluggishly walked out of the tavern while bumping into your shoulder. The half full glass of beer quickly tumbled out of your grip and you readied myself for the sound of glass shattering. In a blur of motion, a hand reached out and caught the glass right before it hit the decaying wooden floors. Your line of sight moved upward as your body turned around to face the person who saved your ears and your pride. Based off his clothing, you could guess he was a foreigner and therefore a pirate that was on the ship you saw earlier.

“Are you okay?” His voice was velvety but had a rasp to it that created a sense of authority. “Some people don’t know how to hold their alcohol.” His lips curled into a smile with a slight chuckle as he looked away to place the beer glass on the table. You nodded and he took his hat off. Your eyes could finally see bright red, shaggy hair as his straw hat was held to his chest.

“uh- Thank you for that! I don’t think I could’ve dealt with the embarrassment of having to clean that up in front of everyone.” The fists that you put by your side tightened as sweat built up on your palms. His aura was so commanding yet comforting that people couldn’t help but zero in on him. The tavern was lost in your sight as his mouth opened to say something.

“[Name]! Come here real quick!” Jace called from the back of the tavern before the red haired man could speak.

“Sorry, I have to get to work….” The gaze of your curious eyes was still on him as you picked up the beer jugs and put them in the sink. Shoes lightly tapped across the floors as you finally turned your focus onto Jace.

“Hey, you can go now! The night shift people are here so you are good to go!” As soon as he gave a thumbs up, you ran to get changed in closet. To be honest, the closet wasn’t that bad. Almost everyone used it to change and the only things that were in it were some mops and buckets. You just hoped that you wouldn’t drop your shirt in one like on your first day.

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A/N: I think I might make this longer or make more parts but I hope that anyone who reads this will like it so far!

[thekeepersgrove]

Rye's Floating Bookshop - 3rd of Bloom

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It is a rough night, as the strong winds whistling outside make it hard to sleep, rocking the bookshop on choppy waves. My body aches after yesterday's work, and I have to force myself out of bed with the promise of a strong cup of tea. After a breakfast of herbal tea and clover oatcakes, I go to open the shop only to see the deck outside cluttered with blossoms that have been shaken loose from their trees by the wind. Even the gutters are full of them! With a sigh, I flip the sign by the door to "open" and go to fetch my broom to start clearing out the debris. It is a slow day, due to the strong winds buffeting anyone who leaves their cozy abodes to go about their errands, which allows me some time to slowly work on the outside of the bookshop.

A couple of hours after opening, an elderly wallaby enters the shop, glad to get out of the weather. I welcome her with a smile and am asked to help her with her bags as she browses the shelves. I help her find a book suiting her tastes, struggling under the weight of the bags and wondering how this old creature managed to walk around with so much. The wallaby leaves with a mystery book, The Scarlet Clock, and thanks me warmly for my time.

After managing to clear the gutters of the gathered blossoms, I allow myself a break at the counter up front with a cup of willowbark tea and a small plate of oatmeal cookies. It does well to ward off a bit of the chill from the windy weather outside. A few minutes into my break, I hear a yelp at the door and look up from my cup of tea. A young racoon has entered, nursing his tail that seems to have gotten pinched in the door. I quickly get up, putting my teacup down, and ask if the young man requires any aid. He waves me off with a "thank you, but all is well" and encourages me to go back to my break. I continue watching him as he wanders through the store—bumping into customers and shelves wherever he goes—and hope I will not have to spend too much time picking up after him. The mess he leaves—even though he tries to pick up after himself—is not as endearing as that of the schoolchildren from yesterday. There is a huge crash coming from the non-fiction shelves, and I rush over to find the young raccoon on the floor, with books cluttered around him. With a guilty look he explains that he saw a book he wanted on the top shelf, but as he couldn't reach it he decided it was better to climb the shelf than to ask for help! I bring over the stepstool that stands next to the shelves, bring down the book—The Art of Thinking: Exploring Philosophy and the Quest for Meaning—and hand it over to this clumsy customer. I have to push down any frustration and irritation that I feel towards the customer as I decline his offer to help with the cleanup, saying that I will take care of it. While he finishes his browsing I clean up and put the books back on the shelf. When he joins me at the counter he does so with another book—Exploring Existence: Navigating the Nuances of Modern Philosophy—and apologises profusely as he pays for his finds and leaves. I breathe out a sign of relief as he does so and congratulate myself for managing to keep my emotions in check, even though I could have handled it better.

While I stand outside, sweeping away the rest of the blossoms of the deck, a squirrel approaches me with a fake smile and a briefcase in hand. It seems this lady is not a customer at all, but is in fact trying to sell me something. They show me a collection of beautiful crystal decorations—masterfully crafted depictions of frolicking animalfolk—and try their best at selling them to me. I point out that my domicile is a floating home and is therefore affected quite heavily by the whims of the river. Any such items would inevitable fall off whatever shelf they would be stored on and therefore get smashed against the floor. I also tell them that they are a bit extravagant for my tastes, even though they are beautiful pieces. The squirrel salesman tries for a few more minutes to sell them to me, before I excuse myself by saying that I have customers inside who might need my help. She makes a sound of indignation, closes her briefcase, and leaves without saying goodbye. How rude!

As the evening and closing time approach the weather turns for the better—the winds calm down and warmth replaces the chill. I consider closing early to enjoy the sun now that my deck is clean, but seeing as how it is approaching the end of the workday anyway, I decide to simply sit out in the sun and enjoy it while waiting for any last customers to arrive. The fox kit from yesterday approaches me again, this time with some shyness. I welcome him with warmth, telling him how I am pleased to see him again, which makes him glow with joy. I ask his name, and he introduces himself as Darcy. He has come back with yet another question about my hometown, this time asking how it was to grow up there. I am more than happy to share my stories—even though I have to think to recall some of the details. I tell him of playing in the lower branches of the Undertree with my older siblings, running across the bridges between the houses built lower to the ground around its massive trunk. I smile a bit as I mention how angry our parents were with us when we came back covered in scratches after playing a bit too recklessly in the foliage around the base of the tree. Darcy listens with rapt attention, asking follow up questions occasionally. He laughs with me when I tell him—voice low and conspiratorial—of stealing pies that our mother had placed on the window sill of our home and running off to eat them at our favourite spot at a nearby creek, full of the kind of satisfaction only children get when doing something they shouldn't. I make sure to tell him to not get any ideas and to be a good kit, but I cannot help but smile at him as he claims that he would never do such a thing in a way that is clearly a lie. We speak for a little while before an older fox arrives, who introduces themselves as Darcy's parent. I shake their paw, giving them my name in return, and tell them that Darcy has been a joy when they apologise for their son taking up my time. As they leave, I thank Darcy for joining me and tell him that he is welcome to come back, if his parents allow it. I wave as they leave and head back into the shop to finish the day.

After the last few customers leave, I turn the sign at the door to "closed" and do any paperwork and cleaning up that is required. I think of Darcy and find myself hoping he will return, as the company of the young kit reminds me of my nieces in a way that brings warmth to my heart. I end the day out on the deck again, watching the sun set beneath the horizon, quite happy with how things are turning out so far.

| Total customers: 40 | Books sold: 30 (Inventory Total: 433) | Earnings: 83 (Till total: 238) |

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Downtown Winter Nights | Bucky Barnes (7th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

I wrote another little somethin’ for y’all! I hope you enjoy! 🩵

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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“Well, it’s not called the “Windy City” for nothin’, that’s for sure.” Bucky commented as he wrapped his scarf around his head and covered face. We stepped off of the CTA train and walked hand in hand outside, feeling that familiar cold breeze of downtown Chicago hit our faces. “C’mon, it’s not that bad. You grew up in New York.”

“Doll, it’s colder here than back home. I’m more worried for you.”

“It’s only 39°F. It’spractically 40! That’s considered warm here.”

“Yeah and back home it’s..” he quickly pulled out his phone and opened up the weather app. “.. it’s 48°F.”

“It could’ve been colder. We’ve had worse.”

He shook his head and stopped in his tracks, turning to face me and adjusted my hat to help keep my head warm. “I just don’t want you getting sick, sweetheart.” My heart fluttered as he took off his scarf to put around me, but I held my hand up stopping him. “Bucky, I’ll be fine – I promise. I grew up here, I’m used to the harsh winters.”

“But you haven’t been here in a few years.”

“I know what to expect.” I smiled and grabbed his scarf, reaching up and wrapping it back around him. “Honestly, seeing you without a scarf would make me feel colder, if that somehow makes sense.” I chuckled. “Just wear it. For me?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips, slowly nodding. I smiled and grabbed his scarf, bringing his head down close to mine and planted a kiss on his lips. “C’mon, let’s go check out Millennium Park. That’s where our tree is located.” He smiled and grabbed my hand in his, letting me lead the way.

We passed by so many stores that had beautiful window decorations that made Bucky want to stop for a moment and check them out, just like many other individuals did to admire the work that went into it. I took out my phone and snapped a few photos of him as discreetly as possible before we continued our way and made it to our destination.

There, people stood behind multiple booths selling their goodies to the people of Chicago. Christmas music played and the smell of baked goods wafted through the air, making me excited to try what people are giving away. I stood next to him, linking our arms together as we waited in line to buy ourselves some hot chocolate.

“I bet this booth is gonna end up being the most popular. This is the one way you got to help stay warm.”

He bought two cups and handed me the first one before grabbing his. We walked off and decided to stand (more like lean) against a rail, overwatching people ice skating in the middle of the park. I brought the cup up to my lips and took a small sip of the hot liquid. “Mmm..” I moaned in delight, savoring the taste of chocolate once it hit my tongue. “Yep, this is how they get ya.” I chuckled. “Once I finish this, I’m gonna want another.”

“Told you.” He laughed and took a sip of his drink. I held the cup in my hands and softly smiled to myself. I’ve been wanting to show Bucky my hometown ever since we got together and what better way to show him than during the holidays. I used to come here when I was younger with my family and we’d just walk around at night and admire the city lights.

Sure, it’s been some time since I’ve done this, but it still feels and looks the same. I heard the snap of a camera and looked up at Bucky, noticing he had his phone in his free hand with a grin on his face. “Smile!”

I laughed and shook my head, covering my face with my other hand as he continued snapping photos of me. “Nooo! I bet I look ridiculous! Delete them!”

“Doll, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen! You took photos of me. Seems only fair I do the same.”

“You noticed?”

“I did, now smile for me baby.”

I giggled and brought my hand in front of me and puckered my lips, as if blowing a kiss to the camera. “Beautiful.” He looked down at his phone and scrolled through the photos, admiring his work. “I really love this one.” He stopped on the picture of me smiling down at my hot chocolate. “You look cute.” I felt my cheeks heat up with affection towards this man I get to call mine.

“C’mon, let’s go check out that 45 foot tree you’ve been dying to see.” He smiled as I linked our arms together once again and followed him to the biggest tree in the park. People of all ages stood around it taking all kinds of photos. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone,swiping to get to the camera and asked a random person I could find to take a photo of me and Bucky.

They nodded and grabbed my phone, getting ready into position to take a picture. He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me close to him, while my hand held up the cup of hot chocolate. We both smiled as the flash went off on my phone, snapping a picture.

“Here you go!” They walked towards me and handed me back my device. “Thank you so much!” I quickly went to photos to look at the picture as Bucky walked up to me. “How’d it turn out?” I smiled at him and put my phone back in my pocket.

“Perfect.”

He smiled back at me and turned to his side, something immediately catching his attention.

“Hey, doll?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you get us some food? I just gotta go do somethin’ real quick, I promise. I’ll be right back.” I nodded my head as he quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me. “Go nuts, baby.” He smiled and began walking away. “Where are you going?”

He walked backwards so he could face me and still go to wherever it is he’s planning. “Can’t tell you yet. You’ll find out.” He winked and then he was gone before I could question him further. I looked down at my hot chocolate and drank the last of whatever was left inside. The cups aren’t that big anyway, so it wasn’t a lot. Once that was done, I threw it away in a bin nearby and sighed.

I just shook my shoulders and glanced around the many booths before finding what I was looking for and quickly stood in front of the man selling one of Chicago’s most talked about dishes. Since we’re in the Windy City, I figured he should at least try the all famous Chicago hot dog. A poppy seed bun, mustard, relish, chopped onions, tomatoes, peppers, a cucumber spear and just a dash of celery salt – mmm! There isn’t anything better!

“Thank you! Have a good night!” The man spoke as he handed me back my change so I could put it away. I grabbed the two hot dogs and smiled. “Thank you – you too!” I walked away and took a moment to look at where Bucky went, but couldn’t find him. I walked until I found a bench to sit down on as I waited for him. I felt like I looked like a complete fatass right now. Here I am, with two hot dogs in my hands and one of them already being bit into.

“Hey!” I heard Bucky call out to me as he found me and sat down on the bench. He leaned in and kissed my cheek as I smiled against him and handed him his hot dog. “Thank you.” He took it from my hands as I turned my body towards his as he took a bite out of his food.

“Where did you go?” I asked. “Mmm… I uh..” He chewed his food and licked his top lip as he pointed behind me. “.. Saw somethin’ real cool…” I tried to look at where he motioned to, before he shook his head and lifted his hand to my face. His fingers softly gripped my chin and turned my attention back towards him.

“Uh – uh, let’s just finish this first. I don’t want you to try to figure it out before I show you.” He smiled and took another bite of his hot dog as I let out a chuckle. We sat there watching as people continued to crowd the tree and take photos. With each bite, my mind continued to wonder about whatever “cool” thing he saw. What could he have seen that I didn’t?

I know I haven’t been here in a while, but was there something different that I just didn’t notice before? Did the city of Chicago add somethin’ new since I’ve been gone? Most likely, if I’m being honest. It is a city.

“I know your head is just racing with what my little surprise could be.” He laughed and scrunched up the wrapper in his hands, finished with his food. “Once you finish eating, then we’ll – ” I plopped the last bit of hot dog into my mouth and scrunched up the wrapper.

He just looked at me with an amused smile as I dusted off my hands and swallowed the last remaining bit of food in my mouth. “Done.”

“Damn little lady, you sure can put it away.” I laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up.” He stood up and held his hand out for me to take. I slid my hand in his as he lifted me up and grabbed my garbage along with his and threw it away in the trash bin. “Alright..” he tilted his head to the side as if to say ‘let’s go’. “Follow me.”

He grabbed my hand in his and led me out into the streets of Chicago. There, a few feet away, a horse carriage waited to take its next passengers on a trip. I slowed down for a moment as he looked back at me, his smile not leaving his face.

“You didn’t..”

He nodded.

“I did.”

I bit my lip to try to stop the smile forming on my face as he led us both to the carriage. He held up his phone to show he had purchased a ticket and the man in the front seat nodded. “Hop in.”

I stepped inside and sat down on the seats, Bucky following right after me as he sat next to me. We got ourselves comfortable and then we were off. The stomping of the horses hooves hitting the streets of Chicago echoed as the city lights twinkled in the night sky.

“What do ya think, sweetheart? You like it?” He asked as I smiled and nodded my head. “I love it!” He cuddled up closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, my hand instantly reached up so I could intertwine our fingers together. “This was so unbelievably sweet of you to do this.”

“Anything for my best girl.” He leaned in and kissed my temple. “You know I love surprising you.” I looked up at him and noticed a little white flurry had landed on top of his head, a telltale sign indicating that it had started to snow.

“And here it comes. It’s gonna be a bitch to get home now.”

I laughed and snuggled up to him. “Ahh, we’ll be okay. It’s not fat snow.” The view almost looked like I had ripped it out of a Hallmark movie with how slowly the snow was falling and the Christmas lights hung on every street corner. He lifted himself up a bit and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

He opened the camera app and held it up so we could both be seen on the screen. “Can you please smile for the camera, baby?” I looked up and smiled widely as he snapped a photo. He leaned down and kissed my cheek as I let out a laugh, thus resulting in him taking another. After a few more, we decided we were done for the night and he put his phone back into his pocket.

“You know, I gotta say, I’m really happy you brought me here.” He smiled down at me. “Really?” he nodded and glanced up at the twinkling lights. “Even though it is 39°F and it’s colder here than it is back home.. but all things considered though, I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“I did too.”

Once our carriage ride was came to a stop, we both knew it was over. We looked around and noticed we were right back where we first started. Bucky hopped off first and quickly turned around and stretched his hand out towards me to help me climb off. “Such a gentleman.” I took his hand as he helped me down.

“I can’t have you accidentally falling on my watch.” He laughed as I playfully rolled my eyes as we began walking away. “Hey, that was one time. That extra step on the stairs had it out for me.”

“Oh, of course it did, sweetheart. That’s why you had Tony install rails.”

“I’m your damsel in distress. I need my knight in shining armor to catch me and if you’re not there, my rails will be.”

“Well, not all rails are trustworthy. Someone even break apart and let you fall..” I gasped and hit his shoulder. “I thought we said no trauma dumping this week!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I forgot!”

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Interview Nerves–Keys

I looked around the room, my nerves jumping around like they were inside a bounce house. I looked down, unable to stop my hands from shaking.

I knew how important this interview could be for our game, but I'd much rather be doing this over the phone. I tried taking slow breaths to calm my nerves like Keys taught me, but it was useless.

I glanced up to see Keys perfectly calm as they put his mike on. He was smiling widely, talking to the assistant. Keys and I have been best friends since we were little, completely inseparable. We grew up coding our own games. Eventually, one of them became an actually decent game.

We workshopped it and just sold it to Soonami. When Antwon first reached out to us about buying our game, it took a lot of debating and questions before we finally decided to sell it to him.

"Does your mic feel okay?" Someone asked me.

"Oh umm, yes," I struggled to answer. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"This is going to be great for our game!" Keys laughed. He looked over, his smile slightly faltering when he saw me nervously playing with my hands.

"Do I look okay?"

"Of course," he said instantly. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I don't know if I can do this," I whispered. He jumped out of his chair and was in front of me in seconds. He reached forward and gently grabbed my hands in his.

"Hey," he whispered, "you are going to be amazing."

"I can't do this, Keys," I said shakily. "I'm not meant to be in front of the camera. I sit behind my computer all day, writing codes and building games. Not. . . this."

"Y/N," he whispered, "I am going to be right next to you the entire time."

"Promise?" I asked under my breath.

"I promise."

                                * * * * *

"We never dreamt this would've happened," Keys laughed. "I mean, Life Itself, it's essentially a fishbowl game. People aren't playing it, they're watching it grow. It's a strictly observational experience where computer-generated characters interact and evolve. I thought we'd be lucky to give it away."

"That's what's so charming about Keys," I sighed and gently cut him off, "he's clueless about his own genius."

"No, Y/N is the genius," Keys corrected. "She built the AI engine from the ground up."

"So, to get a little personal," she said slowly, "what's the thing that gets you up in the morning?"

"Medium coffee, cream, two sugars," I said instantly. I glanced at Keys to see him already watching me. The way he was smiling made my heart do a little flip. I resisted the urge to clear my throat as I looked anywhere but at my best friend.

"What's the other thing? Oh, yeah. An insatiable thirst for validation."

"She's not kidding," Keys laughed.

"I'm not," I added quickly.

"How about you?" The interviewer asked Keys.

"Code," he answered instantly.

"Code?" She asked

"Code," I copied, teasing him.

"Code, yeah," Keys chuckled.

"Here we go," I sighed.

"Cause it's not just zeros and ones," Keys continued seriously, "it's hidden messages. I like to think of myself, actually, as not a code writer, but an author. I just use zeros and ones instead of words cause words will let you down. But zeros and ones, never. Zeros and ones are as cool as shit."

"He's not kidding."

"I'm not."

I don't know why but something about the way the interviewer was smiling at Keys made my once fluttering stomach, turn sour.

"No, I've gotta ask," she said, pretending to sound like she was hesitating. "There is a lot of chemistry between the two of you. Has this evolved into more than that?"

Keys and I looked at each other with matching red faces. We opened and closed our mouths, unable to figure out what to say.

"Well," I said under my breath.

"We're just. . ." Keys struggled.

"Friends?" I asked. "I mean. . . We've been friends for, like, ever, but. . ."

"That's not to say that we don't. . ." I held my breath, waiting for Keys to finish his thought.

When he didn't, I whispered, "We don't?"

It felt like we were both holding our breaths as we stared into each other's eyes. I saw someone move out of the corner of my eye, a different kind of embarrassment swallowing me.

"We should talk about this later," I whispered, turning back to the smiley interviewer.

"Definitely," Keys said under his breath.

Throughout the rest of the interview, Keys and I blushed whenever we made eye contact. Things were a little tense for the rest of the interview. The tension changed, filling with relief when things started to wrap up.

"Well, thank you both for coming," she smiled.

"Thank you for having us," Keys said politely.

Things were still awkward as the crew took the mics back. I could feel Keys watching me as I slipped on my jacket, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was too embarrassed. So, instead, I avoided it. I started to leave when he caught up to me.

"Y/N," he whispered, grabbing my wrist. "Can we go get a cup of coffee?"

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I should probably get home before. . ."

"Please," he gently cut me off. "There are just some things I need to say to you."

                                * * * * *

Keys and I went to grab a coffee before walking around the park. Neither one of us said anything during the first few minutes. Keys finally broke the silence when we hit the one-mile mark.

"I wanted to talk to you about what the interview brought up," he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a nearby bench.

"Keys. . ."

"Please let me get this out," he gently cut me off. "I think she was right. We've been best friends our entire lives. There is a chemistry between us, one that I can't ignore anymore. I know this is risky but I have to say it. Y/N, I care about you. A lot. More than just as your best friend should. I care about. . ."

"I love you, Keys," I blurted out.

"I love you too," he chuckled.

Keys reached up and gently cupped my face. I held my breath as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The sparks went crazy as our lips touched. We slowly broke the kiss, both of our faces bright pink.

"Your hand is warm," I whispered, making Keys laugh.

"That would be because of the coffee."

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Mini Fanfic #1160: Arrival of Team Dark (And Knuckles) Pt. 2 (Sonic X SSBU)

Meanwhile at The Sidewalks of New Donk City......

Shadow: (Sighs While Walking and Scrolling Through the Christmas Parade Pictures with Omega) I swear. The one time I missed out on a parade this year and it's my float that gets featured.

Omega: It is well-crafted parade float in retrospect.

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) It is. Amd it doesn't look like it was tampered with thankfully.

Omega: (Turns to Shadow) If another version of your parade float is given another opportunity to be shown in the public, would you allow me to be it's personal bodyguard?

Shadow: I doubt the general would be generous enough to give my float another go anytime soon, but if I'm wrong, then I say go for it. Just try not to go overboard, especially if you know who somehow gets involve.

Omega: Fear not. I will try to restrain myself from eliminating Eggman for Sage's sake. (Squints his Eyes a Bit) Keyword being "Try".

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly) Look at you having a soft side.

Omega: (Angrily Points at Shadow) Do NOT twist my words and motives, Shadow the Hedgehog! I am only doing this to refrain Sage from ever being emotionally distress.

Shadow: (Smirks a Bit) Cause you care about her?

Omega: (Stares at Shadow For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat).....To some extent. (Glares at Shadow) Mark my words, if any word on this comes out in any form of transportation, I WILL eliminate you.

Shadow: (Snickers a Bit) We both know Rouge would never let you go through with that in the long run. But I'll pretend this conversation never even happened. (Place his Hand on his Chest) You have my word.

Omega: (Pulls Out his Pinky) Seal of Kept Promises?

Shadow: It's called a Pinky Promise, Omega. And sure. (Wrap Around his Pinky Around Omega's For a Brief Second Before Letting Go) So speaking of Sage, do you have any ideas on what we should get her for Christmas this year? I was thinking about getting some books, but I don't think I have the slightest clue on what she reads to begin with.

Omega: Futuba-Chan has informed me of these VR headsets everyone of all ages playthrough in their daily schedules. Maybe we could give her that instead.

Shadow: (Starts Nodding to the Idea) Yeah, I think that might be something she'll enjoy too. Let's just hope they aren't too expensive to buy.

Omega: From what I've heard, the prices range from $60-$200 depending on which brand you want to purchase.

Shadow: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Is that so? Then how about we try and get the one with the lower price? It'll save us more money and we have a plenty of other people to get gifts for in the meantime.

Omega: Does the select few involves Eggman as well?

Shadow: ('Sigh') Unfortunately. Believe me, I'm not a fan of doing this as much as you are right now, but given that Sage sees us as part of her family as well, it's only fair that we give him something for the occasion.

Omega: I say we order a box filled with stone cold coal and have it delivered directly towards his doorstep. It's what the fatman in a messy mustache truly deserves.

Shadow: (Turns to Omega witha Raised Eyebrow) People sell COAL on the internet?

Omega: The world of the cyberspace is truly an unusual specimen to behold.

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes) Unusual is putting it lightly........

Omega: (Suddenly Stops Walking Before Tapping Shadow on the Shoulder) Shadow. (Points Shadow to What is Above the Two of Them) It appears we have reach our potential stopping stopping point.

Shadow: (Looks Up at the Large Sign that Reads "New Donk Glorious Hotel & Suite" Before Looking Down at the Plave in Front of Him) Hm. We finally found ourselves a hotel around here. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking and Making his Way to the Door) But is this the same one everyone else has been staying at?

Shadow was about to open the entrance door for himself until......

'DOOR OPENS'

Younger Smash Crew: (Suddenly Rushes Out of the Door) SHADOW!~ (....And Hug Tackles the Ultimate Lifeform into the Ground)

'THUD'

Omega: (Looks Down at Shadow) Does that answer your question?

Shadow: (Groans a Bit in Pain) One way or other....(Glares at the Giggling Huggers) Who's idea was it to hug tackle me?

Hat Kid: (Happily Pops Herself Up Close to Shadow) Guilty!~

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly the Moment He Sees his Little Sister's Face) The Little Gremlin herself. Should've known.

Hat Kid: (Gives Shadow a Big Kiss on the Cheek Before Hugging Him)

Sonic: (Looks Down at Shadow with a Welcoming Smirk on his Face While Putting his Hand Out For Him) Took you long enough to get here, Faker.

Shadow: You thank G.U.N. for that. (Grabs onto Sonic's Hand as It Help Him Get Back Up On his Feet While Carrying Hat Kid with One Arm) It's a miracle we were able to finish those paperworks in time.

Sonic: Again with that? Don't you guys have accountants to do that sort of stuff or something?

Shadow: We used to, but the last accountant we had quit a while ago, so position has been open ever since. (Forms a Bit of a PlayfulSmirk on his Face) 'Less you want to take the job yourself.

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly) And waste my time and energy cooped up in the office all day? No thanks.

The sound of soft grunts catches Omega's hearing sensors behind him as he turns around to see Futuba Sakura stretching both her arms out in her tippy toes before her eyes starts to widen as she quickly hides one behind her back, awkwardly giggling and waving hello to her robot friend.

Lavenza: (Smiles Sheepishly at Omega) Please do not mind our simple minded Oracle there, Omega-kun.

Morgana: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) She thought it would be a swell idea to try and play the "Guess Who" game with a bulky robot.

Futuba: (Comically Glares at the Young Couple Behind Her) Well, excuse me for being a tad bit playful here, you little twerps!

Yusuke: (Grabs his Chin) You do know there are other ways to properly greet him, yes?

Futuba: Oh don't join in on this crap too, Inari! Get off my back already!! (Suddenly Hears a Mechanical Like Sound) Hm? (Turns to See Omega Bending his Knees Down) Whatcha doing there, big guy?

Omega: i am lowering my stance in order to give you the opportunity of covering my visual functions.

Futuba: (Stares at Omega For a Brief Second Before Giggling Softly and Hugging Him) You big goof!~ You don't have to do that for me. I really appreciate the thought though~

Lavenza: Is Ms. Rouge here as well?

Omega: She is currently shopping at a well known mall center, dragging Knuckles along with her.

Sonic: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) No way. You guys actually got Knucklehead to leave Angel Island for once?

Shadow: No, he actually asked to come along with us. Says he wanted to get out and explore the world more without any worries at the moment.

Sonic: Exactly what he told me a year ago back the desert. (Forms a Genuine Grin on his Face) Good for him.

Shadow: Yeah. Omega and I are planning on doing the same tomorrow after we get everything settled here.

Omega: In the meantime,, we are also planning on ordering a present box filled with solid sets of coal and have delivered to Eggman for Christmas this year.

Morgana: Wait, people are selling literal COAL on the internet nowadays!?

Shadow: (Shrugs) I'm just as surprised about it as you are.

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly) Shoot, if that's the case, you mind adding my name on the Receivers List too?

Futuba: (Happily Raising her Hand Up) Ooh! Add me there too! That way I won't have to feel bad about not getting him anything!~

Yusuke: I would also like to be included in this exchange.

Hat kid: Me too!~

The Gang: (Raises Their Habds As Well) Us three!~

Lavenza: (Raise her Hand Up as Well) Me forth!~

Morgana: (Turns to His Girlfriend Next to Him) You too, Lavenza?

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly at her Boyfriend) I don't see why not. It'd be quite funny even.

Morgana: Pretty sure he would try and destroy everything if he sees a box of coal laying around on his doorstep.

Futuba: I wouldn't worry too much about that. Sage could easily make him not go through with it if we convince her beforehand.

Lavenza: Being Daddy's Little Girl does have it's benefits after all, especially in a younger age.

Omega: If that doesn't work, I could always annihilate him.

Shadow: Omega.

Omega: (Quickly Turns to Shadow) ONLY if the first option proves unsuccessful in the end!......Hopefully.

Shadow: What was thar?

Omega: Nothing.

Morgana: ('Sigh') Well, if you two are certain, then count me in too I guess.

Shadow: Then it's settled. Here's hoping this doesn't cost too much.

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