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the-avengers-not-the-nazis · 7 months ago

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Bad moon rising II

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 2.9k

Poly!lost boys x Emerson!reader

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A/n: I am gonna be 100% honest with all of yall, I have cried, yelled at myself, and threaten to throw my phone across the room. Because I had no idea how to get the reader and the boys to meet. So, this honestly will probably suck, but I have tried my hardest. Spent too many hours deleting and rewriting for this to be bad. So please enjoy if can

The board walk was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It was packed full of bustling people, everyone wanting to go through all the rides, shops and games that they had on display.

Lights came from all around, aluminating your way through the crowd as you tried to decide what to do first on the boardwalk. Screams and laughter sounded from the rollar coaster ride, the bumps and spins tempted you, but you knew that you’d need to ease your way into everything.

This would be the moment when you’d wish that Sam or Micheal had come with you, they would try to do everything at once. But, unfortunately, right as you three had arrived; the boys had caught wind of a concert, ditching you to go watch Timmy Cappello perform.

Treacherous dicks. You called them, wishing that at least one of them would have stuck with you as you ventured where you’d be spending the remainder of your summer.

You wiped your palms against the fabric of your shorts, the heat of the night air causing a faint sheen of sweat to coat your body. After you’d finished unpacking all the necessities from the car, you’d taken a quick shower and changed for a night out on the board walk.

And thankfully so, the gentle breeze against your bare legs cooled you down enough for you to actually enjoy the night out.

Chimming bells suddenly grasped your attention, facing the noise, you saw a small shop that was isolated from the others. One of the stores windows was cracked, a piece of cardboard covered the inside to prevent the glass from falling out.

It was a music shop.

You remembered when your dad would take you as a kid, letting you pick out cassette tapes, and vinyl records for your room. The old record player would run all day from how many times you would listen to Elvis, Buck Owen’s, and The mamás & the papas.

It was such a shame that you had to sell the record player and half of your vinyl collection to help out after the divorce. With such little money, you had to make sacrifices for your family. No matter how much you regretted it afterwards.

You glanced up at the sign above the door, a wooden guitar with the words Soundscape etched into the body, swayed against the gentle breeze. A young couple walked out of the store, hand in hand, a paper bag with their purchase held tightly as they ambled away.

Reaching into your pocket, you felt around for your wallet. The small leather bound material felt weighted as you pulled it out, the sudden urge to spend your money caused you to open the door of the shop.

The bell rang above you, and a quick greeting sounded from the cashier. You politely greeted him back before wandering throughout the store.

It was decently clean, a few stray cd’s littered the ground and a couple display posters were a bit too crooked. But, overall, it was perfect for you.

You trailed your fingers over a couple of vinyls, picking up a few before putting them back in place. Not really looking for anything specific at the moment, you just tried to find something that would catch your eye.

Stopping infront of the cassette tapes, you let yourself go through each row, the soft clicking as the cassettes bumped against each other drifted up towards your ears. That and the sound of Jeff Lynne’s voice singing Don’t bring me down, was the only noise that filtered throughout the store.

Your finger graced an Elvis cassette, the image of him and his infamous guitar sat in the clear case. Picking up the tape, you flipped it over reading the listed songs that went with each side. It had a couple good ones; like Blue Suede Shoes, All Shook Up, Return To Sender, Burning Love and of course some others.

It was his top greatest hits from each album.

You tapped the plastic against your palm, debating if you should spend the money just to add to your Elvis collection. You actually had a lot of collections that you needed to complete, but, with this specific artist you only had small handful left to find.

Kinda like Sam’s Batman comics that he’s been trying to find at every book store that you’d passed on the way down here.

The bell suddenly rang once more, dragging your attention away from the shelf infront of you. A group of men walked in, each leather clad and mullet wearing. The smell of smoke drifted off of them, wafting through the store. It made you scrunch your nose in disgust.

“Welcome to the SoundScape,” The Cashier told them, the rehearsed words falling easily out of his mouth. “If you need any help, please let me know.”

None of the guys acknowledged the worker, or, they did though they just didn’t pay him any mind. You watched as they each dispersed from one another, going to different displays around the store. Picking up random items before putting them back where they originally were.

One of the guys walked down the same row you were on, his eyes trailing over the selection of cassettes. You returned your gaze back to your own tape, not wanting to be caught staring at the guy like a creep.

Eyeing the rack infront of you, wondering if you should buy the Elvis tape or possibly another. If you’d had enough money on you. You kept your eye on a Boney M. cassette, the item practically calling your name. You reached forward fingers less than an inch away from the plastic when a sudden commotion caused you to freeze.

BAM!

Your head instantly shot up, the sudden noise disturbing the once peaceful silence. It came from a guy in the leathered group, the small one with curly hair, he stood over a fallen display of cd’s. His hands held up in the air, a small smug grin tugging on his lips as he turned to the stores worker.

“I’m sorry, man.” He told him, his apologie laced with sarcasm. “It just started falling.”

The cashier let out a deep sigh, his smile turning from genuine to forced as he eyed the scattered items. “It’s alright, accidents happen.”

You watched as the curly guy bent down and picked up the stand, purposely hitting the one right beside it as he did so. He let out another fake apology before the worker shooed him away, picking up everything himself before curly messed up the entire store.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the movement of the blond beside you shove something in his pocket. You turned you head slightly, to get a better view, and you watched as he took another cassette from the shelf and put it on the inside of his jacket.

You glanced between him and the other three guys that he came in with, noticing that with the worker busy they were taking items off of their display and stuffing them deep into their clothes. Hell, the curly guy was trying to fit a whole vinyl record in the front of his shirt. A very prominent square outlined for everyone to see.

It was a diversion, knocking over enough stuff for the counter guy to get pissed and pick everything up himself. It was clever, but still wrong.

With your attention kept on the tapes infront of you, you opened your mouth. Voice low enough so that only the blonde next to you could hear. “You shouldn’t do that.”

The man glanced up at you, not at all ashamed of what he was doing. “What’s that?”

“You shouldn’t steal.”

He let out a quiet laugh, leaning his upper body against the shelf. “Oh, really?” He asked, voice drawing out into a tease. “Wanna tell me why I shouldn’t, babe?”

You gestured to the store around you, eyes meeting his. “Because, its wrong. And, just because you and your friends can’t see that, doesn’t mean that it’s right.”

“Well, me and my friends seem to think it pretty damn fun.” He told you, pushing off the shelf as he took a few small steps towards you. “So, your reasoning is pretty much useless in this case.”

The guy stood a mere foot away from you, his eyes trailing across your face. His smile growing ever so slightly as he took you in. “So, watcha gonna do about it?” He asked, voice soft and teasing as he held a tape infront of you.

“Put it back.”

“Why? There is no fun in doing the right thing.” He waved the item in your face. “Is there, babe?”

You snatched the cassette from his grasp, eyes not once leaving his as you placed it randomly on the shelf. “Put ‘em all back.” You scolded, voice rising ever so slightly. “It’s shitty and disrespectful for the ones that try to make a living working in places like this.”

He glanced over the top rack, eyeing the worker with disinterest. “Yeah, but, it’s also disrespectful to have to work at a place like this.” He turned back to you. “So, if he gets fired then he’ll come and thank us.”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, wanting to tell him how much his point didn’t make since. When you notice how quiet the store had gotten, the music coming from the speakers and the worker picking up the cds were the only thing. Glancing around you couldn’t see the guys friends, all of them gone from where they originally were.

“Yeah, Paul, put it back.” A voiced suddenly called from beside you, arm slinging itself across your shoulder.

Peering beside you, you saw the curly haired guy, his eyes dancing between both you and Paul. You didn’t even hear him come up behind you, in fact you didn’t even know that he had moved from where he was across the store.

You pushed off his arm, the feeling of his body pressed up against your own made your face heat up. Looking back at Paul, you noticed how his body seemed to get more ecstatic, smile forming into a friendly tease. “Oh, yeah? Why don’t you put up that vinyl of yours.” He tapped against the cardboard beneath the fabric.

Curly swatted his hand away, pulling the vinyl from beneath his shirt and dropping it on the floor. You eyed the disc on the ground, annoyance seeping into your chest at the disregard of store.

“Pick it up.” You told the smaller one, side stepping away from them both to give yourself some room.

He tsked, eyes roaming your body up and down. “Well, aren’t you a bossy one.”

“I wouldn’t be bossy if you’d stop fucking-“

“Watch your mouth.” A different voice spoke up, stopping you from finishing your sentence. You glanced over at the voice, taking in his long overcoat and bleach blonde hair. “It’s not nice to treat strangers that way.”

You furrowed you eyebrows, “If your saying I’m being rude, than that’s really the last thing I care about right now.”

A few small snickers came from around you, causing you to look around at each men that surrounded you. The two blondes stood the closest to you, giving you just a foot of breathing room. Then there were the the bleach blonde and brunette. They stood the furthest from you, but their stares alone were enough to make you feel like they were everywhere at once.

Your body felt like it was on fire underneath their gazes, that and your dignity slowly burning away as realized how much of a fool you must look like right now. You quickly crouched down, picking up the vinyl and gently setting it on the shelf. Not really caring that it’s not where it belongs right now.

Someone cleared their throat. You and the guys turned your attention towards the worker, who stood behind the counter with a wet rag. “We’re closing.” He told them, nodding toward the door with little patience. “If your gonna buy something, now is the time.”

You gave him a quick ‘ok’, forced smile gracing your features as you turned to face the men. You eyed them wearyingly, knowing that they could just easily walk out of here without doing at all what you’ve been asking.

A soft chuckle came from the bleach blonde, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he placed a hand on Paul’s shoulder. “C’mon, Paul.” He said, turning to walk out of the store. “Put ‘em back, we got places to be.”

You watched as he pulled out a cd, the front of the case covered in a band called Scorpion. He set it down on the shelf, his eyes not once leaving your own. “We’ll see you around.” He muttered, voice low and mesmerizing to hear as he spoke.

It was almost like a fly getting caught in honey. Alluring and sticky, but, it’s just a trap for the prey.

You didn’t acknowledge his words, instead you just watched as he walked out, the others slowly trailing after him. The brunette hadn’t muttered a single word since entering the store, and apparently didn’t feel the need to as he stepped outside.

Curly slowly wandered towards the door, turning swiftly to wave his fingers at you before disappearing behind the glass. A simple ‘Have a nice night’ spilling from his lips as he did so. Paul then turned to walked out, his arm resting across your shoulder slide off. Hand coming up to pinch your nose. “Yeah, we’ll be seeing ya around.” He told you, voice indicating that it wasn’t a suggestion, but more of a promise.

Swatting his hand away from your face, you watched as he chuckled, walking away as he went to join his friends. Leaving you all alone in the isle, with nothing but your Elvis tape and flustered face.

Engines revved outside as you walked up to the cashier, the sound of the fading bikes meeting your ears as you tossed the cassette on the counter. The worker rang you up, placed your item in a paper bag and thanked you for your purchase. You quietly wished him good night, before turning on your heal and walking outside.

You were quickly met with the warm night air, the loud noises coming from the boardwalk surrounded you once more. You held on tightly to the paper bag, the cassette softly rattling inside as you quickly walked away from the Soundscape.

You were still flustered from your interaction with the four boys. The feeling of their bodies pressed up against your own made the night heat all the more unbearable. What if I would have just left them alone? You thought, swerving through a group of people that waited patiently for the carousel.

They still would have taken from the shop, and that guy would’ve probably lost his job from all the items missing. But, you wouldn’t have lost some of your dignity whilst doing so.

A sigh left your lips, unoccupied hand going into your jacket pocket. Though instead of the feeling of the scratchy fabric, your fingers graced against a peice of cold plastic. You stopped walking, standing by your lonesome in the middle of the boardwalk as you pulled out whatever rested in your pocket.

It was a Scorpion cd. The same one that you saw the bleach blonde pull from his coat. You hadn’t even felt him slip the item in your pocket, was it when you were getting on to him or when he was leaving? Was he even the one that slipped it in?

Stupid prick, you thought. Stuffing the disk into the paper bag with your Elvis one, there was no sense in returning it now. The shop was already closing up and how would you even explain that to the poor worker.

You shook your head, the events of the night tiring you out.

From a distance you could see both Sam and Micheal standing in the middle of the boardwalk, their attention caught on a girl and little boy. You made your way over to your brothers, the paper bag swaying in your hand as your feet picked up.

Sam greeted you when you came near, his long over coat brushing against his shoes. “He’s been following her since the concert.” He told you, gesturing with his hand towards the pretty girl.

“Mmh, hey, peeping Tom.” You tugged on Micheal sleeve, trying to pull him away. “I’m ready to go home.”

He didn’t acknowledge you, his eyes staring longingly at the back of the girls head. You pulled once more at his arm, barely getting him to move when the sudden loud noise of multiple vehicles rushed on the boardwalk. Glancing towards the disturbance, you watched as four familiar bodies stopped infront of the girl and boy.

They each revved their engines, purposely scaring away anyone that too close. You watched as the little boy made his way over to one of the motorcycles, the brunette pulling him up to sit behind him.

The girl placed her arm across the bleach blondes chest, hosting herself onto the back of the motorcycle. “C’mon, man, she played you.” Sam told his brother, pulling him away from his rooted spot on the deck. You stayed put for a second, slowly trailing after your brothers as the engines of the bikes faded from earshot.

Your mind going to when exactly you’d be seeing them again.

A/a/n: Like I said, this took so long to figure out how exactly the reader and the boys would meet each other. So, I honestly would understand if y'all don’t like this, but, trust me the other chapters are going to be a whole lot better.

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starryriize · 1 year ago

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— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bf!wonbin and gf!reader

೫ summary: you and wonbin spend the entire night making pizzas

೫ genre/word count: really fluffy and cute! 761 words!

೫ author’s notes: stop i love this sm 😭 this is peak love to me fr :(( making food esp pizza >>>> (why do i feel like i could’ve made this so much better fr)

The smell of rosemary and thyme mixed with the aroma of fresh dough filled the entire kitchen, reminding you of your childhood in your grandma’s home. The idea of making pizza was your boyfriend’s, so he called your dad to ask for his iconic family recipe. He’d given Wonbin the list of ingredients, emphasizing over the phone that he could not forget the most important ingredient: love. “I once made pizza without love and it tasted terrible! So, don’t forget it!” Your dad’s enthusiastic voice echoed in Wonbin’s mind. Perfect for Valentine’s Day, he thought to himself.

“Y/n! Could you get the flour too, please?” You poke your head out from the pantry, hands filled with various herbs, spices, and of course, tomato sauce. You laugh, putting the ingredients on the countertop. "Sure, love." Flashing a smile at you, he thanks you, carefully adding the flour in. He gestures for you to come next to him, holding his dough-covered hand out for you to grab. You giggle, taking his hand, eyes flicking upward at his face. Removing his hand from yours, he wraps both his arms around your waist, lightly lifting you to sit atop the counter. After placing you down, he goes back to the dough, kneading it lightly.

Turning to look at the dough, you notice the marinara sauce jar is open. So, impulsively, you reach down, dipping your finger in the sauce and wiping it on your lips. "Look honey, do you like my new lipstick?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him, excitedly pointing at your lips. Wonbin lets go of the dough ball, turning to look at you. Throwing his head back in laughter, he leans over, staring at you intently. His eyes flick from your eyes to your marinara sauce-covered lips, resisting the urge to kiss the sauce off of you.

"Yes. It's a pretty red on you." Wonbin softly whispers, leaning in and giving in to his urge to kiss you. It was a soft kiss, like something out of a movie scene. It was in this moment, as he pulled away, that he knew. You were his future. Smiling, he says, “I need to finish the pizza, love. The dough has to prove for an hour or so.” You feel the heat on your cheeks rising as a small smile grows on your face.

Atop the countertop, you had the opportunity to admire your boyfriend as he focused on slicing mozzarella cheese. Taking a small piece, you bring it up to his mouth. Knowing what you wanted, he opened his mouth, letting you feed him tiny pieces of the cheese on the cutting board. “Mmphm-,” he paused, chewing before continuing, “you do realize that I have to use these for the pizza, right love?” You giggle mischievously, flashing a threatening smirk at him. You knew you didn’t look threatening, not with the flour all over you and the residue of dough on your face and shirt.

“You’re not scary, y/n.” He rolls his eyes, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before turning to the dough, carefully removing it from the proving bowl. It smelled amazing, just like how your dad told him. He must’ve made it with love, you think quietly to yourself.

Grabbing two rolling pins, he divides the dough into equal portions, handing you a portion to make into your own heart pizza. “Could you pass me some oil, please?” He nods, momentarily pausing, rolling out his pizza to pass you the oil. He watches in admiration and pure love as you spread oil on the pan itself as well as the bottom of the pizza dough. Taking your hands, you carefully shape the edges and creases, forming it into a medium sized heart.

“I love you.” He whispers out, surprised by how soft his voice sounded even though it was just the two of you in your shared apartment. You giggle, sighing softly, replying, “I love you more.” He smiles, continuing to make his dough look more heart shaped, quietly spreading the sauce and adding some shredded cheese. You put the mozzarella that you’d previously been feeding to your boyfriend, onto your own pizza.

Handing the pizza to your boyfriend, you can watch eagerly as he puts them both in the oven, asking for a 45 minute timer from Siri. The two of you shared more kisses and soft laughter that night as you enjoyed the pizzas you’d both made with love. Your dad was right. Pizza does taste better when it’s made with love.

#laur’s thoughts 🧚🏼‍♀️#laur’s valentine 💌#riize imagines #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize scenarios #riize wonbin #riize wonbin x reader

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months ago

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Worst Fears Come Alive

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: angst, stalking, kidnapping, fluff at the end

Summary: After JJ is kidnapped, you and her team work endlessly to figure out what Mark wants and what his plans are. KNwoing he wants your company, you come up with a plan thatt might be crazy enough to work.

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Square Filled: duct tape for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

He’s been sitting in front of JJ since he brought her back to his studio. Well, studio is a relative term. If studio means a boarded up old house that belonged to his dad, then sure, studio. This isn’t the first time he’s used this house for nefarious reasons and it’s not going to be the last. JJ isn’t the first woman he’s brought back here, and if everything goes his way, she won’t be the last.

JJ’s head rolls to the side and her eyes flutter open. She tries to move her arms and legs but realizes they’ve been tied down to the chair she’s sitting on. She doesn't have duct tape over her mouth because he wants to hear her pleas. He wants to hear her beg for him to release her. She looks around and panics but not as much as he’d like her to. Her eyes find him and she swallows thickly.

“You don’t know Y/N, do you?”

“I know her quite well. I just lied about how I knew her, that’s all.”

“What are you going to do with me?”

“If you’re lucky and things go my way, nothing.”

“What if things don’t go your way?”

He unsheathes a long blade from his jacket and JJ’s eyes widens in fear.

“Then they’ll have a hard time finding your body when I cut it up into pieces.”

It’s been two hours since JJ said she’d be at your work for the flowers and note. She always takes your safety seriously so you thought she’d be here within twenty minutes. With a shake of your head, you pick up the phone and call the BAU. Come on, JJ. Pick up the phone. Tell me you’re running late. It’s not JJ who picks up the phone, it’s Spencer.

“Hey, Spencer, it’s Y/N.”

“What’s up?”

“Is JJ there?”

“No, she left for your office.”

“She never got here.”

That makes Spencer a bit suspicious but he tries to think of a rational explanation.

“Maybe there was traffic.”

“For two hours? I think something happened to her. You know what? I’m coming down to you. I’ll be right there.”

You hang up and gather your things without the note and flowers. You’ll deal with that later once you know JJ is safe. When you get to the BAU, everyone is gathered in the briefing room. Spencer brought his concerns to everyone else and now they are trying to locate her. She’s not answering her phone and no one knows where she is.

“I would have asked my security team to look at where she might have went but I think you’re faster,” you say to Penelope.

“You’d be right.”

She hacks into the cameras outside of the BAU to track where JJ went. She tracks her all the way to your office building. Instead of going inside your office, a man stops her outside. You’re not sure what they’re talking about and the man is at an angle where you can’t see his face so you’re left to wonder who this is. JJ follows the man to the alleyway next to your office and out of view of the camera. Penelope frantically searches for another camera but there isn’t one pointing to the alleyway. You’ll have to hire someone to put one there now. Minutes later, a black van pulls out of the alleyway and you have a sinking feeling JJ is in there against her will.

“Can you see where the car went?” Derek asks.

“Let me see.” Penelope tries to follow the van, and she can for a few streets until it pulls onto a back road that doesn’t have any cameras. “I can’t follow him in there.”

Your heart starts racing. Your eyes water with tears. Your hands shake. Your entire body feels hot. Panic overcomes your senses. JJ was kidnapped. JJ is in danger.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You barely hear whoever said that but you do feel hands on your shoulders pushing you to sit in a chair. A hand flat on your back pushes you down so that your bent at the waist. Your head rests between your knees as you will your fears to go away.

“Okay, what do we know?”

“Can you play that video again?” you ask and sit up straight. You walk behind Penelope and watch the video again, this time paying attention to the man. When he pulls out of the alley, he looks right into the camera. “Stop it right there.” She does. “No fucking way. Sorry for my language.”

“What is it?” Derek asks.

“I know him. That’s Mark Temple. He was in my graduating class in business school.” You tell them the history you have with him. How he’s a manipulator, a thief, and a coward. “He’s been trying to buy out my company for a while now. I refuse to give him the light of day.”

“In most hostage situations, the person will likely demand what they want in exchange for who or what they’ve taken hostage--this case it being JJ,” Spencer explains.

“He wants my company. He wants my wealth, my fame, my designs, everything. I never thought he’d go this far. He was very good at manipulating with words so he never needed to resort to violence.”

Penelope works quickly to look up Mark in her system.

“Here we go. Mark Temple graduated from Harvard with a 4.2 GPA. After college, he bought Silver Linings for a million dollars from one of his classmates before running it to the ground when he couldn’t keep up with it. After that, he bought out Starship Interprises then Tech Mougles then Royalty Jewels. All of them he ended up running them to the ground before selling them and buying out the next.”

“He wans to do the same with mine,” you say bitterly.

“Wait a second. He has a record. He’s never been arrested but there are countless charges of assult and battery, domestic violence, and witness statements from women who he abused. They’re all allegations, though, but the police department kept everything on file.”

“What? He did that to those women?” you gasp at the news.

“Where does he live?” Hotch asks.

“He doesn’t have one. He only has a PO Box he visits regularly.”

You get tears at the thought of what JJmight be going through.

“What is he going to do with her?”

“Hopefully nothing,” Derek answers, “until he makes his first demands.”

“When will that be?”

“Whenever he decides to make the call.”

It as if he’s listening because your phone rings from an unknown number.

“It’s him.”

“Don’t answer it yet. Garcia?” Hotch asks.

“Already on it.”

Penelope works to tap into your phone so she can trace the call. When she’s ready, she nods for you to answer it. It’s so silent that you can hear a pin drop. You answer the call but place it on speakerphone so everyone else can hear. You plan to go into this with a calm head and voice but as soon as the call is connected, you blurt out the first thing that pops into your head.

“I swear to God if you touch one hair on her head…”

“Y/N, baby, let’s not get violent,” Mark says. You can hear the smirk on his face.

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Is this what you did to those women and men in college? You’d hurt them and steal their designs and money?”

“What I did back then has no relevance to what I’m doing now,” he says angrily. “I have made it clear what I want.”

“You want my money? Twenty million is yours. Not enough? Fine. Sixty. A hundred! Just let JJ go.”

Mark starts laughihng and you want nothing more than to slap that smile off his fat smug face.

“See, I used to be after the money. Then I realized I can get so much more with their companies. Hand over your company to me and I’ll let her go. No harm will come to her if you comply.”

“Don’t do it!” JJ yells from the background.

Your bottom lip wobbles emotionally. She doesn’t sound hurt but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t touched her.

“Shut up before I make you,” Mark snaps at her.

“You must know by now that she is FBI. Even if you do get my company, you won’t get away with it.”

“You let me worry about that. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to make a decision or I’ll start cutting her up and leaving her on your front porch.”

As soon as he hangs up, you start crying. All your hard work will go down the drain. None of that matters if JJ’s life is threatened.

“Did you get a hit?” Derek asks.

“No. I got a very vague location but nothing to pinpoint where he is.”

You stand up and dial someone very important. There is no question or doubt in your mind on what you have to do.

“Who are you calling?” Spencer asks.

“My lawyer. I have to draw up a contract.”

“Maybe you don’t,” Derek says.

“If I don’t, she gets hurt. I love her, Derek. I can’t let her get hurt because of me.”

“He gave you twenty-four hours. Use them. He couldn’t have taken her far. He took her two hours ago. Where could he have gone in two hours?”

“I will work my magic and try to track that car,” Penelope says and leaves the briefing room.

You sit back down and put your head in your hands as you cry. You can’t imagine losing the one women you’ve loved this much in a long time. Derek walks over to you and places a comforting hand on your back.

“I know you love her but we do, too. We don’t give up here. Get your lawyer to make the contract if you want, but we’re going to use these twenty-two hours to come up with a plan. If it doesn’t work, we’ll do it your way.”

“Okay,” you nod and sniffle.

Your lawyer was pissed when he heard about what happened but was super understanding. He agreed to draft one up along with some other things but you were too emotional to listen to him. You’re still too emotional because all you can think about is what Mark might have done to those women and what he’ll do it JJ.

You’re not FBI. You’re not a profiler. You don’t know what they’re doing but you know you trust this team. JJ trusts this team to do the right thing.Four hours go by without a word from Penelope but by the fifth hour, she walks into the briefing room with her laptop.

“It took five cameras and a few zooming features but I got the license plate of the van. It’s not registered in Mark’s name. It’s registered for Joseph Manning.”

“That’s his real father’s name. He was adopted at an early age.” A lightbulb goes off in your head. “What if he’s staying at a place registered in Joseph’s name?”

“You might be onto something, Miss,” Penelope grins and sits down at the table. You look at the clock and realize you only have seventeen hours left. It’s a lot of time but you can’t help but think you only have minutes to spare. “There is one property in the middle of town that belongs to Joseph. It’s been under construction for years.”

“That’s why he needs a PO box. His mail has to go somewhere,” Derek says.

“We know where he is. Now we need a plan to get in there.”

“He wants me,” you say. “My lawyer came up with a contract that he needs to sign physically if he wants my company. Use me to get her out.”

“We still have seventeen hours to come up with a different--”

“Derek, I have a contract. I know what you’re thinking. Can you find it in yourself to trust me? I know what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” he nods after a moment.

You take out your phone and dial Mark back using the same unknown number he used to call you the first time. You place him on speakerphone so everyone can hear him.

“Am I going to have to get violent in seventeen hours? Maybe I’ll make it two and cut your time short.”

“You want my company? Fine. I have a contract stating it’s all yours. All you have to do is come here and sign it.”

“No, I’ll have someone pick it up and bring it to me.”

“Mark, this is my company that’s worth billions. Lawyers have to be present.”

You hear him curse but he covered the speaker because it’s muffled.

“Where do you want to meet?”

“My office. I’ll have everything ready. I’ll make sure we’re alone. Just us, the lawyers, and JJ.”

“Do I sound stupid to you? Like I’m going to bring her with me and have you skip out on your end of the deal,” he scoffs.

“You did the one thing that would ensure I follow this through. Bring her or no deal.”

“Fine,” he snaps and hangs up.

“He’ll come. We’ll be ready.”

You take this opportunity to tell them your plan. There is no way in hell you’re giving up everything you’ve worked so hard for when you know there is a way to get JJ back and keep what you have. Once the plan is set in motion, you and your lawyer wait for Mark and JJ in your personal conference room. You’re really nervous because what if he knows? What if this doesn’t work? What if he has already hurt JJ? What if--

“They’re here,” your assistant says over the small speaker by the desk phone.

“Let them in,” you respond.

The conference door opens and Mark walks in with JJ in front of him. It’s not surprising that she has duct tape over her mouth. What’s surprising is that he has a gun to her head. Remain calm. He might shoot her if you freak out. JJ is terrified but you have to remain calm if you’re going to come out on top.

“Where is it?” Mark asks.

You point to the thick contract on the table. “Right here.”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“Did you not hear me over the phone earlier? I love her and I will do anything for her, including this.”

“Back up.”

Mark walks JJ over to the table while you and your lawyer back away from the table. He looks at the contract and flips through the first few pages before shoving JJ over to you. She stumbles but you catch her in your arms.

“You’re safe. You’re okay,” you whisper and smooth back her hair.

Mark does the one thing you are counting on him to not do: reading it. He flips to the tabs and immediately signs it without so much as a thought. If he had read it, he’d know this isn’t a real contract. He keeps the gun on you as he finishes with the last signature. He lowers the gun but keeps it locked and loaded.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he grins.

He grabs the door handle and pulls the door open but he’s stopped by Rossi, Derek, and Hotch all with guns trained on him.

“Mark Temple, you’re under the arrest for kidnapping, breaking and entering, harassment, and attempted murder.”

“With what proof?”

“You just signed a confession statement,” you say. He turns to you with fire in his eyes. “Everything you did, you attest to.”

“You bitch,” he growls.

He raises his gun to fire at you but Derek is quicker than him. He slams his body into Mark’s and pushes him down onto the table. The gun is knocked from his hands and you pull JJ into you to protect her. Mark struggles against Derek’s body but Derek is much larger than Mark. He doesn’t have a chance. Rossi hands him handcuffs and Derek slaps them onto his wrists. You turn to JJ and gently remove the duct tape.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me.”

“I need a medic up here,” Hotch says as Derek takes a struggling Mark away.

“Hotch, I’m fine--”

“You’re getting looked at. I’m not arguing with you,” you say. She nods and relief immeiately floord through your body. “This time, it’s you who needed saving.”

“As long as you’re the one who is saving me.”

You pull her in cose and kiss her with so much love but also relief that she is okay. The paramedics come and check JJ out, deeming her physically okay. You’re sitting with her on the back of the ambulance with one arm wrapped around her body.

“I don’t care whose house we move into. I need you with me. I want to live with you.”

JJ smiles and kisses your cheek.

“I’d love nothing more than that but I want you to do that not because you fear for my safety but because you want to without any stipulations behind it.”

“Using my own words against me, I see,” you chuckle.

“I’m joking. I’d love to move in with you. I’ll be honest, I quite like your house.”

“My house it is,” you grin and kiss her again.

You’re ready to put this behind you and start the next chapter of your and JJ’s life together.

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the-guilty-writer · 2 years ago

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Never Grow Up

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: The role Gideon played as Rossi-Reid grew up.

A/N: This is sad. This is really sad. I don't apologize. Embrace the sad.

Based off Taylor Swift's Never Grow Up

CW: typical criminal minds talk of murder, very sad and angsty

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Your little hands wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

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Dave looked down at the little bundle of blankets that rested in his arms. It was a big day for the newest Rossi family addition- the team had come over to meet you for the very first time. It had been a lot for Dave, too. He thought profiling was the hardest, most time consuming, soul-sucking, job in the world, but you had proved him wrong. Turns out that the hardest, most time consuming, soul-sucking job in the world was being a parent.

But the joy you brought him made up for it all.

For about an hour the BAU agents had passed you around and Dave was grateful that after all the action you were dozing off in his arms, one of your impossibly small hands wrapped around his pointer finger. He smiled tiredly, knowing he had to put you down in your crib soon before he spent another night admiring your adorably tiny features. He sighed quietly and sent you down, hoping that you wouldn’t wake up. Your eyelids fluttered- hopefully with good dreams- but other than that you didn’t stir.

He walked over to turn on the nightlight; it was a gift from Gideon. The tiny plastic sparrow illuminated the room the perfect amount, but Dave couldn’t get over his closest colleague’s strange fascination with birds. Of course, you loved the little plastic bird- when you awoke at night you’d cry at first, but by the time your dad got to your room you’d be goggling at the feathered figure.

“Mio Passerotta.” It slipped out before Dave even had a chance to think about it. The Italian nickname was common enough that no one would think it was odd, but it felt more right than that. Gideon had named his son Stephen, in honor of Dave. It only felt right that your term of endearment- something your dad had thought about more than your actual name- was an ode to his friend. “Sogni d’oro, my sparrow. Ti voglio bene.”

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To you, everything's funny You got nothing to regret I'd give all I have honey If you could stay like that

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“Uncle Jason!” Your little legs carried you towards Gideon’s desk as fast as they could. “Uncle Jason look!”

“What is this?” he said in an exaggerated voice as you handed him a piece of paper and climbed into his lap. Your preschool and daycare were closed due to a holiday, but work never stopped at the BAU, meaning your dad had no choice but to bring you into the office. None of the agents minded- you brought a joy to the space so pure that it almost made the horror of their jobs disappear, even if it was only for the day.

Lucky for them you were now three years old and had recently discovered a love for drawing and coloring, which meant scrapped preliminary profiles that were blank on one side could be recycled into canvases for your artwork. Gideon couldn’t decide if it was right or not- having you put images of rainbows and butterflies on papers that had lists of victims names on the other side- but he tried not to think too hard about this.

“Wow!” Gideon held you steady on his lap with one hand and your drawing of… something… in the other. “Is this for me?”

“Yes!” You smiled up at him. “It’s a bird cos you like birds.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll hang it right here.” He tacked the picture up on the bulletin board that sat on his desk, next to the other three drawings of birds you had done that day for him.

“I should draw one wearing a hat!” you giggled. Gideon wasn’t sure what was so funny about the idea of a bird wearing a hat, but it made him chuckle anyway.

“(Y/N)!” your dad called for you.

You turned to Gideon. “I have to go, but I’ll be back!” You ran off towards your dad’s desk.

Gideon watched to make sure you didn’t fall. He opened up the file he had been so careful to close before you came over. Inside were pictures of young women with your same hair and eye color, each assaulted and murdered in cold blood. With a heavy heart, he looked over to you, innocently drawing another picture with your crayons.

Oh what he would give for you to stay like that.

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You're in the car on the way to the movies And you're mortified your mom's droppin' you off At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

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Aaron Hotchner was a man known for his calm and cool demeanor, but he was also known for his ambition, and occasionally that ambition made him more excited than normal. Recently, his ambition had led him to become an agent at the BAU. It was something he’d wanted since he first heard about the unit, and though he managed to make himself look poised on the outside, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was probably shivering in his suit. They really should warn the new agents that the basement, which served as the unit’s headquarters, could go from being a sauna one day to the arctic tundra the next day.

The heavy metal doors of the BAU opened, letting the cool air from the hallway sweep across his desk. He shook off the need to chatter his teeth and went back to his paperwork. It was beginning to feel tedious, doing the grunt work of all the agents above him. He knew that next week he would get to start looking at actual cases. After a few months he would be allowed to consult on simple profiles over the phone with small police stations that called for help. Maybe even if he worked hard enough he could make it into the field before he hit his first year-

“Agent Hotchner, over here!” Someone called to him from the outskirts of the space, where the senior agents had their desks. He suppressed a groan at the idea that another file would be added to his seemingly endless pile, but when he looked over at the person who had called him, they weren’t holding out a file.

David Rossi, the senior agent who approved Aaron’s request to join the unit, was walking towards him. Next to the senior agent was you. Aaron had seen you before of course, but he had never taken time to really look at the 14 year old that came into the BAU around 4 PM every day. But now there was no doubt in his mind that you were David Rossi’s daughter- your facial expressions, posture, and the way you walked was nearly identical to your dad’s.

“Agent Rossi,” Aaron stood up from his desk as the two of you approached.

“Please, Aaron,” Rossi said. “Just call me Dave. Now, this is my daughter, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Agent Hotchner. Now, I have a flight to catch for an emergency case and the TSA is going to be a pain in my ass like they usually are.” He handed Aaron a key. “This is for SUV number 4 in the parking garage. Don’t crash it, but (Y/N) has to meet her friends in 25 minutes and the movie theater is 30 minutes away. Thanks.”

Dave gave Aaron a quick pat on the shoulder and then walked past him, his go-bag in hand, leaving the young agent alone with his daughter. Aaron honestly wasn’t sure whether he should be offended or not.

“Sorry you got put on babysitting duty,” you said, though you didn’t sound apologetic. “But we have to go.” You began to walk off.

Aaron blindly shoved papers into his brief case before following you out the doors of the BAU. “I’ll uh-” He looked down at his watch. “I’ll have to ask where the SUVs are kept-”

“No need.” You walked easily into the elevator and pressed a button. “I know this place like the back of my hand.”

You seemed confident enough in your manner that he didn’t question you. Aaron took a deep breath to try to compose himself. He was usually good at working under pressure, but something like this had never happened to him.

The elevator stopped and you walked off. Aaron followed you. Surely enough, you knew exactly where the SUV was kept. As he drove, you tried to get him to take short cuts to the movie theater, but he refused to listen. Still, you got there on time. He was about to pull up to it when-

“You can just drop me off here,” you said. The theater was about a block away. “I’ll just walk.”

Aaron shook his head. “Your dad trusted me and-”

“And I get made fun of every time I get dropped off somewhere in a government vehicle.”

Aaron looked over at you. The confidence that had shone through before dimmed just a bit. Aaron remembered being 14… thinking about all the things he wished he could do but he couldn’t. He knew that teenage desire to have independence; to be able to call the shots in your own life.

Honestly, he was experiencing a bit of it right now being new at the BAU- having this need to look good for everyone, wanting to impress those around him, hoping that they’d loosen his leash just a little bit…

“One day what the other kids say about you won't matter,” he said and pulled up in front of the theater to drop you off. “Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, my actual babysitter will be here soon,” you replied. “Thanks for the ride, Hotch.”

“Don’t call me that,” he retorted.

You smirked at him before shutting the car door. You walked into the theater, but saw that Hotch was lingering around, just to make sure you really were okay, before finally leaving.

You hurried out to the payphone in front of the theater and dialed the number. “He stuck around for an extra seven minutes,” you said into the phone. “Trusted me enough to follow me to the SUV but didn't budge when I told him it'd be quicker to take the short cut. I'd give him a B+. Maybe an A-.”

You knew that Jason Gideon was smiling on the other end of the phone. “I guess he passed,” your uncle said. “I'll be there to pick you up soon.”

You hung up the phone, your part in the BAU new agent hazing ritual complete. Agent Hotchner had taken enough command, trusted you but not too much, and followed through with your saftey.

Part of you wondered if there was more to the "test" than just a good laugh for Gideon and your dad. Maybe you'd find out one day.

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So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

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After finding the letter at Gideon’s cabin, you held Spencer for what felt like hours as he cried. You wanted to cry too, but the shock of it all was too much. It wouldn’t sink in, like your body and mind refused to accept that it had happened.

Spencer left for the bathroom to take a shower. You knew he was probably standing under scorching hot water, trying to wash away the pain of it, or feel something other than grief. Normally you would have gone in and turned the temperature down, but your heart wouldn’t let you.

Right now, all you wanted was some sleep.

You slipped on your most cozy pajamas, tossing your tear-stained clothes in the hamper. The entire apartment felt colder than normal. You went to tuck yourself into bed, but stopped before you could get comfortable. Spencer would get out of the shower eventually and being the gentleman he was, he wouldn’t turn on the light in an effort not to wake you. You slipped out of bed and padded over to the nightlight to turn it on.

The little sparrow had faded in color, but it was still your favorite nightlight. You went to flip the switch, but it didn’t turn on; and for some reason, you knew that it wouldn’t matter if you changed the bulb or not… it wasn’t going to light.

It would never light again.

Whether your heart or your legs crumbled first, you weren’t sure, but you were on the ground. Your body shook and tears fell, but you made no noise. You stayed there, on the cold wooden floor, your head buried in your arms and your legs tucked up to your chest, until a hand fell on your shoulder.

You looked up in the dark to see Spencer, and then turned back to the sparrow that had lost its light forever. He sat down next to you and let you lean into him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. It was his turn to take care of you now, and he knew that. Sometimes that meant asking you if you wanted to say something, even if you said nothing at all.

You looked at the bird in the darkness, remembering your life… your childhood room, the sound of the door opening when your dad got home, the way your footsteps had grown against the concrete floors of the old BAU headquarters, the wise words that Gideon always spoke. It was before your heart had been broken, before you had been hurt and scarred, before you had been deserted; back when everything was simple.

“I-” you started. “Sometimes I wish I never grew up.”

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aurumacadicus · 22 days ago

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Can you share your prime rib recipe? 🙏

I don't really have a recipe! I don't do rubs because I don't personally believe it penetrates the fat cap. Others have different opinions of course but I like to make things easy on myself. I can give you the steps I use for oven-searing tho!

1) Do the cooking math so you know when to start cooking. Depending on your oven/elevation, it's 10-13 minutes per pound of meat. (My oven runs on the warmer side so we count for 11 minutes, but keep a meat thermometer handy.) Don't forget to account for fifteen minutes of oven searing and a half hour of resting time! (Basically: Add 45 minutes to your cooking time to know about when it will be ready to serve.)

2) Pull your roast out a couple hours before you plan to cook it. It cooks more evenly from room temperature. If you're going to give it a rub, pat the roast dry and do the rub while it's still cold. (Again, I just use salt, and I probably should be doing it while the roast is still cold, but I'm usually preparing other things so my roast gets it whenever 👌 I've cooked enough that I get to make that choice tho, I always follow the recipe the first time.)

3) It's time to put the roast in! Adjust your oven racks so that your roast will cook in the middle, then crank that oven up to 500F! While the oven preheats, place your roast bone-side down in an oven safe pot. If it's boneless, put it on a rack. Okay now look into my eyes. This is very important. Open your windows and run your vent fans. Take the batteries out of your smoke detector. You are going to put your roast into that fucking hot oven to sear the outside of it. That fat cap WILL crackle and pop and splatter hot fat all over your oven including coils. There will be smoke. You might think you've done something wrong. No! This is just what happens when fat meets high heat. I wish someone had told me this the first time I almost shat my pants. Despite how terrifying this moment is, you will be oven searing your roast at 500F for fifteen minutes.

4) SEARING IS DONE CRANK THAT BABY DOWN TO 325F. Listen we survived. Take a minute to waft that smoke toward the windows/vents. Breathe. But not too long because now your math comes into play. 10-13 minutes per pound. Set your timers. (Mine will be cooking for 1hr15m.)

5) As you reach the end of your cook time, pull out your meat thermometer. For rare meat, you want it to measure 115F. For medium meat, you want it to measure 120F-130F. If this seems a little low, worry not: The meat will continue to cook as it rests. To rest, remove from the oven and set it on a clean cutting board for carving; use a piece of aluminum foil to tent over the meat and let it rest for 30 minutes. This keeps the heat inside the meat to cook to temp instead of escaping.

6) Once done resting, carve into half inch slices and serve with au jus or horseradish sauce (or both!). I've got horseradish but I usually don't use any, that's for my dad lol.

The sides I'm doing are fresh green beans sauteed with almonds, million dollar potato casserole, and orange jello with mandarin slices in it. :)

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 4 days ago

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“Your scene, Diaz. I’m here if you need me, but you’re calling the shots.”

Which is the first time that has happened. Eddie is sort of terrified actually. Going from a player on the board to the one moving the pieces. From soldier to commander. So personal feelings actually could be a problem. He has to keep them in check.

He puts the 118 and the 114 on opposite sides of the operation. The 114 is evacuating a lesser damaged area. The 118 is rescuing victims trapped in a duplex that, apparently, isn’t up to code.

“Tell me how you chose the assignments,” Yardley asks. “You put your husband in the most dangerous situation we’ve got today.”

Yeah. He feels bad about that.

“I trust Hen, uh… I trust Captain Wilson to do the hardest job the best. To make the right calls, even if they’re hard. I’ve seen her in worse situations.”

Yardley chuckles a little. “Good instinct. I’ve seen people keep their buddies on the lightest task in the field.”

“Oh, they’d hate me for that,” Eddie says. “Especially my husband.”

For the first hour or so, it’s all going fine. Most of the street is evacuated. People are safe. Except the people in the trapped house. The 118 is working as quickly and efficiently as they can, but the house is poorly constructed. Not kept in great condition. And while they’ve got three of five renters out, a couple is still trapped in a room that was added without proper exits. The 114 is the first available house to help. Eddie has no choice but to send them to join.

“114 and Captain Bowman are coming to assist,” Eddie says into the radio. He hopes Buck hears. Anticipates it and holds himself together.

“Copy that,” Hen replies. “Appreciate it.”

She’ll come to regret saying that.

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He wipes tears from his eyes with the back of his hands. “So, uh… Why don’t you put the pencil down, and we’ll go?”

“Okay,” Chris says. He drops the pencil. It clatters on his desk.

Buck looks around the room for his crutches. Finds them propped against a wall. Vines have grown around the bottoms. Buck grabs them and shakes them free. There’s one that just refuses to relent until he steps on it, snaps it. The dead remaining tendril falls free.

Chris is standing, but he does look so tired. Unsteady on his feet. Buck’s heart clenches in his chest. She did this to him. To the little boy he would have died to protect. Who means more to Eddie than life itself. She said she was a safer home for him, stole him away, and hurt him like this. Buck feels sorrow as deep as he feels blind rage.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Buck asks. “You can sleep until we get there.”

“In the car?” Chris asks.

“Yeah,” Buck smiles. “We have your dad’s truck.”

“Okay,” Chris blinks heavily. He’s speaking so softly Buck is struggling to follow. “Yes, please.”

Buck tucks the crutches under one shoulder and moves to lift Chris. He’s heavier than the last time Buck would have picked him up. He’s been too old for that for a few years now. But today he’s just a little boy again. He melts into Buck like he did when he was eight, head slumping over Buck’s shoulder.

“I got you, okay?” Buck whispers.

“Okay,” Chris yawns.

Buck adjusts Christopher’s weight in his arms a little, figuring the best way to hold him and the crutches and make it out of the house.

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Regardless, he can rest easier, knowing that Bobby is well enough to joke. Knowing that he’s not responsible for anyone’s demise anymore.

Except, he can’t rest long. He wakes up well past midnight, like a dog that has caught a scent. His scale tattoo is going haywire. The feeling of being pulled is more intense than ever. He feels hungry.

There is someone nearby who needs punishment.

Not could be punished. Not should be, even. Needs to be. Like the balance of the universe will be wrong if it’s not done. Buck can feel that now; the wrongness.

He gets up and out of bed, leaves his apartment without even changing out of his pajamas. He follows the pull, as if in a trance. Lets it guide him without a single critical thought. He’s wearing those flimsy Nike slides, crossing the street in the dark. Middle of the night traffic. Not a care in the world. Cars honk and someone even shouts. Buck hardly hears them.

He lets this compulsion lead him right up to another apartment complex, where a man is pacing out front the entryway, yelling into his phone.

“You need to fix this!” He’s shouting. “I am not going down, this company is not going down, because some little whore is making up lies, okay? I’m just not!”

Buck’s tattoo is aching. His whole arm is pulsing. He doesn’t even feel like he needs to see this guy’s past to know what to do. He just wants to jump. Just wants to make the choice. His whole body is telling him it’s right.

Buck makes like he’s going to enter the building. Like that’s where he lives, too. He stumbles. On purpose. Trips and bumps into the guy.

“Watch where you’re going, you fucking idiot!” The man shouts. “Are you high or something?”

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weridpersonhelp · 2 years ago

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Red phone

Wally x reader

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writter, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic then x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“What in the world?” I rub my eyes trying the get rid of the sleep as I am woken up by a loud ringing noise coming from downstairs, I groan loudly as the ringing continues. I cover my ears with my pillow in an attempt to stop it or at least muffle the noise but no! it just would not stop, it felt like it was getting louder instead!

The noise of a creaking old phone was the worst sound I have ever heard, that is after the sound of nails against a black board. It felt with each ring my ears were getting closer and closer to the ear drum bursting! I Stormed down the stairs pulling up my silky shorts, so they don’t fall while walking down the stairs at night. Walking to the kitchen I pause at the sudden sense of danger; my gut was saying something. My body just froze in place, and the hairs on it stood tall. The red phone, it was the red phone that was ringing. I had never seen or heard it in my whole life, yet their it was ringing on the kitchen counter. It stood out compared to all my grandmother’s appliances. The kitchen was a light minty green with the wood being the green and marble tops, My Grandma originally wanted wooden tops but explained how marble was cheaper back then.

The phone was bright red, a red you don’t commonly see unless it’s on Tv or on a plastic toy. I stood they’re like an idiot or better yet a dear in head lights. Watching as it rung, and soon enough it stopped. The over whelming of fear, and danger disappearing in an instant. I stare at the phone, noticing how old it must have been. Probably made in the 1950’s? 1960’s? it didn’t matter anyway the ringing stopped and I could go back to bed, but now my brain was fuzzy and awake. I need something to help me sleep, I sigh and put the kettle on and make myself a coffee. Caffeine did the opposite to me, instead of waking me up it made me sleepy like my dad. And with one sip of that coffee, and a small waddle up the old stairs and into my room I went out quicker than a light bulb.

But sadly, I woke up not just a few hours later to the cries of my brother, I sigh once again turning over in my bed and hitting my pillow in anger. But I couldn’t be angry at Jim, this was the normal hour he gets up at. I’m surprised My mum hasn’t noticed yet, but I’m not Angry at them right now. Just at that dam red phone. Slowly getting up I get ready for the day, full of. Well, what ever my mother has planed for me to do.

I leave my new room, and walk down the hall to the stairs, only this time they creek. I physically cringe at the noise but try my best to get downstairs, Once I do and make my way to the kitchen I see everyone already up. Including grandma, I walk over giving her a peck on the cheek and she gives me a small smile and asks.

“Good morning my dear! How did you sleep?”

“not very well, I woke up to a phone ringing. And found it hard to go back to sleep.” I explain taking a seat next to her at the dinning table across from my brother who I waved hello too. The small toddler notices my presence and gives me a wave and a bunch of gibberish which I’ll take as a hello. Mum placed some scrambled egg’s and bacon in front of me before pushing my hair back and kissing my forehead gently and sitting down next to me.

“Good morning sleepy head, you slept in! normally your awake before now.” Mum wasn’t wrong, I would normally wake up and take care of Jim myself sometimes, or at least make him breakfast. BUT. Since this was a Family Holiday, I could relax.

“Yeah, you alright kiddo?” dad asks me as I grab the BBQ sauce and shrug.

“meh overall, probably just still adjusting from the car ride. Anything planned for today?” I ask my family stealing a piece of buttered toast from the centre of the table before my dad.

“no not really, so you can do what you like today. Just don’t spend too much time on that computer!” Mum explains, I nod along and constructed my toast carefully, finally taking a bite it was like heaven, the sweet bacon, the salty eggs., the soft butter and toast with the crunchy crust! And the small amount of sauce. Just perfection I gobble it down and quickly went back for seconds, I can see from the side of my eye my mum shaking her head and grandma giggling.

“Gosh you and your father are so alike!” Grandma gushes and pinches my cheek gently.

“I know all she need’s in to be taller, different hair colour and more into the outdoors and we would have a female clone!” mum saying cracking up my nana even more, she almost sounded like a parrot with how loud she was.

“Yes, she gets her creativity from my Harrison! And her artistic talents come from both sides, right? Your mother was a painter, right?” The two continue their conisations and I take my plate up to the sink, I catch a glimpse of the red phone. Again, my gut was trying to tell me something, but it felt different as if someone was watching me. I shook the feeling off and continued to the sink.

‘Am I going crazy?’ I ask myself in my head as I wash up some of the dishes, dad drops his off along with Jim’s. Jimmy sat on his hip holding on to the 6’4 man who towered over everyone in the house, his height is something I wish I inherited.

“, honey I’ll tell you. Later, just remind me later to do so is that okay?” I raise an eyebrow at my dad who just smiles down at me, the question was what my dad wanted to talk about later. I know I shouldn’t press though, or I may never find out, so I just nod my head continuing to clean. He turns away before snapping his fingers and spins back to face me.

“Oh! Me and your mum are leaving are going out so you will have to baby sit Jimmy with grandma for a couple of hours to night,” “yeah that’s fine dad.”

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Wally hangs up the phone again sighing slightly, opening the morning paper. to read.

"When will that Old woman answer?"

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #welcome home wally darling #welcome home frank #frank welcome home #red phone

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jinxxangel13 · 9 months ago

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Ancient Enchantment

Chapter 5:

~Masterlist~ ~Prev~ ~Next~

Recap:

The twins said their goodbyes to Sebastian before wandering around the common room together.

“I liked him. Seems like the kind of person you’d hang around, don't you think, Atlas?” Azara looked up at him for a moment before looking back around the room, eyes landing on a wizard's chess game being played back toward where Ominis still stood by the window.

“Oh! Remember when Mum and Dad bought us our first chess board?” Azara smiled up at her brother.

He laughed loudly, ignoring the looks of startled first-years near them.

“How could I forget? We’d sit and play for hours, not even stopping to eat half the time. Come on, let’s go watch!” He grabbed her hand and walked the two of them over to the 2 students playing.

There was a slightly shorter, dark haired girl standing behind the boy with his back to the far windows. She seemed to be trying to help him, but Azara couldn't be too sure. The boy in question was in the process of shifting a piece that she would definitely disagree with the placement, but was interrupted before she could say it out loud.

“You’re not going to move there, are you?” the dark haired girl looked down at the boy, almost in disappointed disbelief, her heavy accent drawing her words together slightly.

“Here, watch this!” The boy did end up putting his piece exactly where Azara thought he would, and she shook her head at that.

“Bad move. It’ll be a checkmate.” she muttered under her breath, but the dark haired girl snapped her gaze up, a smirk on her face as she winked at Azara.

“Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.” She crossed her arms and stood back up, standing on Azara’s right, opposite of Alistair on her left. The three of them watched as the other player moved their queen and called ‘checkmate,’ effectively ending the game in one last move.

“Told you.” The dark haired girl turned towards the twins fully. “He should have listened. At least I know you would have.”

Azara nodded in agreement.

“Ah, now I know who you are. You’re the new fifth-year Slytherins who barged in with Professor Fig last night. Interesting tactic on your first day, might I add- taking all the attention from the first-years.” The girl nodded to the both of them. “I’m Imelda, by the way.”

“I’m Alistair Valentine, and this is my twin sister Azara.”

“Pleasure. It’s a shame I wasn't with you two and Professor Fig. I could have lured that dragon away. My skills on a broom are absolutely legendary.”

Azara shrugged, her brother turning towards her to answer.

“Maybe if you were, Professor Fig’s friend would have survived.” Alistair raised his shoulder slightly, as if to say ‘what can you do.’

“Precisely. Maybe one day I'll show you a thing or two about flying, if either of you want. I can teach you more than Kagawa ever could. Speaking of which, I'd like to get in some time on my broom before classes.”

Azara looked back to the empty wizard’s chess board before looking back up to Imelda.

“Are you a keen wizard chess fan?”

“Yeah, you knew that boy was going to lose the match.” Alistair mentioned.

“So did she. But no, not really. Much too sedate a pastime for me. It’s simply not challenging enough for me. The moves are always so obvious. Why does no one else see it?” Imelda shrugged it off, looking as if she was about to leave.

“Well, do you fly a lot during school? You mentioned being able to teach us a few things.”

Alistair never knew how to put his foot in his mouth, and Azara just rolled her eyes at him.

“I make time. There’s nothing like swerving through the spiers of the castle and around the Quidditch pitch to clear the mind.” Imelda retorted.

“That sounds fascinating, Imelda. I can't wait to try.” Azara smiled slightly at her.

“Nice meeting you both.” Imelda left abruptly, likely she does that to everyone.

Azara and Alistair let out a sigh after she left, both already tired of speaking and it hadn't even been twenty minutes since they came out of their room.

Azara pulled Alistair out of his thoughts when she heard someone calling out.

“Are the new fifth-years here? Professor Weasley said she was waiting for you by the stairs.”

Azara started pulling Alistair along. “Come on, we don’t want to be late on our first day.”

#ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts oc #eventual smut #eventual romance #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

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ladylooch · 2 years ago

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Hockeymom!emma, when lio starts getting into hockey a little more seriously, and timo hasn’t retired yet so he can come to all his games and practices

“You’re going to video me for dad right?” Lio asks as Emma maneuvers his jersey over his shoulder pads. He is gearing up for his first championship hockey game and can barely sit still long enough for her to help pull his jersey over his head.

“You bet, baby.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his cheek.

“Mama, no.” He whispers, harshly pulling away.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re too old for good luck smooches. One day, Lee, you’ll want those again… but not from me.” She admits at the end.

“Girls are gross.” Lio mutters. “Hockey is my one love.”

“Uh huh. Good luck. Play hard and be safe.” Emma says, walking from the locker room to grab a seat.

Emma is at the game on her own today. The rest of the kids are with her parents who are in town visiting Nico and Lexi’s new baby while Nico, and Timo, are on the road. They’re all gathered at the Hischier house so Emma could be fully present for Lio’s game. He’s having a hard time with Timo not being here for his first big hockey game.

“Woo! Go Lio!” Emma cheers as the opening face off begins the game.

It’s a decent game right off the bat. Lio is flying around the ice, his little 96 jersey flapping in the wind with each of his strides. He’s faster than the other kids and difficult to defend against. One of the defenseman on the other team is getting visibly frustrated with him. His body language skating off the ice after the latest shift is sluggish and defeated.

The next time Lio is on the ice, he gets taken down by that same defenseman with an accidental trip close to the end boards. Emma straightens, concern tightening her shoulders when he doesn’t pop back up. The ref comes over to him, then waves for Lio’s coach and the tournament athletic trainer to come onto the ice. Slowly, Emma gets to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest, gripping the dainty, gold necklace Timo gave to her with the kids’ initials. Lio’s coach crouches down next to him, then glances into the stands. His eyes meet Emma’s and he waves her down.

Shit.

“Mama.” Lio is wailing when she gets there.

“I’m here baby.” She kneels on the ice next to him, ignoring the way her jeans get soaked.

“Hi mom, Lio’s arm is hurt. We are going to splint it quick and then move him off. He is in a lot of pain and can’t rotate his arm. He’ll need to go get an X-ray.” The trainers says as she finishes the splint. “You’re doing a great job, Lio.” She praises him when she is done.

It’s a long couple hours at Children’s hospital for Lio and Emma. She called Timo, but hasn’t heard back from him because of his pre-game nap.

“Hey baby, sorry I missed your call. My settings weren’t working and didn’t let your call through.”

“It’s okay.” She murmurs against Lio’s head. They are waiting for his discharge paperwork and then will be going home. Lio has a sling and they have an appointment in two days for a hard cast to be put on at a different clinic.

“How did the game go? Did he win?”

“Um, well, I’m not sure because we are at Children’s.”

“Fuck, what happened?”

“Mhm, a broken arm. No surgery, but they want another X-ray before his cast goes on to confirm he won’t need pins.”

“How is he doing?”

“Um, not good.” Emma answers honestly. “He’s really upset about missing the game. Lots of tears.” She smooths his hair back.

“Can I talk to him?”

“Yep.” Emma puts it on speaker. “Daddy wants to talk to you.”

“Hi buddy, are you doing okay?” Timo’s voice is sweet and soft with their son.

“It hurts.” Lio mewls.

“I bet it does buddy.”

“Can you come home?” Lio has big tears falling down his face. Timo is quiet on the other end. Emma can imagine him now, eyes closed, lips pursed as his heart shatters into a million pieces.

“I can’t, buddy. I’m sorry. Mama will take good care of you. I bet she’ll make you some mac and cheese when you get home.”

“I’m done now.” Lio hands the phone back to Emma. She takes it off speaker.

“He hates me.” Timo mutters to her.

“No, he just doesn’t understand. He will one day.”

“I gotta head to the bus. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Em?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry I’m not there.” Emma can’t make this better for any of them.

“I know. We love you, T.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving

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misaneeragoni · 8 days ago

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"Mama Bird" - Penguin Fanfiction - One Piece - Finished

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61829551?view_full_work=true

The picture is completely and utterly unrelated, I just felt the post was a little naked!

Either way! Here's my finished Penguin fic of three chapters that was written as a gift to CoffeeTimeWorks. I'm really happy with how it turned out, I made sure to keep it wholesome.

Temporary life update: I've been putting a lot of my energy and creativity into the Kidd Pirates Month. I'll finish the Modern AU chapters on that that I've got set up and then maybe skip a few days cause I'm not feeling a few of the prompts.

Oh! I only just realized I could also just copy-paste the entire fic to here. My bad!

Summary:

What Penguin didn't expect was for a cute-as-a-mitten tiny girl to wave at the Polar Tang cheerfully as they made port at an island. What he expected even less was for that girl to come running up to him and calling him her dad. A gift to CoffeeTimeWorks for making me care about this silly bird man far more than I ever did before finding your art.

Notes:

For CoffeeTimeWorks.

Between this and "Daddy Doflamingo" I seem to have a bit of a habit of writing cute toddlers and loving fathers in the One Piece universe. I don't have daddy issues, you do!

Chapter 1

Things have been peaceful on the Polar Tang. Too peaceful.

Well, that's not to say that things have been quiet. They never are, that's something Penguin and Shachi personally make sure of.

They consider it part of their "Prankster Officer" job that they even have official badges for.

Which Law keeps throwing out into the ocean every time he sees them. Good thing Penguin and Shachi are good swimmers!

Beyond the ocassional turbulences of undersea volcanoes, hot smokers and other New World dangers the Polar Tang gets to avoid a lot of the terrible weather by remaining submerged.

Currently, the prankster officers are a little too busy to pull any pranks. They've been studying a dance choreography together with Bepo at his request.

Lately all Bepo has been talking about is the popstar Uta, and Shachi loves dancing anyways, so he roped Penguin into this as well.

Their current dance session in the control room is interrupted when some of the devices start blinking. Bepo frowns and rushes over, doing some navigating shenanigans.

Shachi and Penguin pause, exchanging a look with each other. "What's wrong, Bepo?"

Bepo turns to them, eyes sparkling with excitement. "We're nearing the next island!"

"YES!" The two high five each other and rush out of the room, shouting to every crew member who will listen about them approaching the next island.

They barge into Law's room, eager to tell him of the news, but pause when they see him in his wooden chair, only two of its feet on the ground as it leans against the back wall, a book over his head. A faint snore can be heard from him and the two troublemakers exchange a smirk and slink back out of the room. Captain gets too little sleep as is, so it's an unspoken rule on the Tang that noone disturb him when he does actually get any sleep for once, no matter if something important is happening or not.

He'll yell at them later for not waking him, but they care for his health far more than him yelling at them.

A few hours later, the Tang has surfaced and land is already in sight. Penguin is up in the crow's nest together with Clione, spyglass in hand.

It appears to be a winter island judging by the light snowfall that has set in and the wintery landscape he's able to see through the spyglass. The shore seems to border a beautiful pine tree forest with snow coating the trees. Captain's gonna be happy once he sees this. They've already had to physically restrain Bepo from just diving into the waves and swimming to the island quicker to roll around in the snow. But he still needs to make sure that the Tang is securely docked before their navigator can head off board.

Penguin watches happily as the air he breathes out becomes visible from the chill in the air. He immediately descends from the crow's nest and heads to one of the windows looking inside the Tang, breathing on it and painting a happy little penguin face on it.

Shachi calls out to him. "Oi! Pen!"

Penguin turns around just in time to see Shachi finish putting a knitted pullover on the crew's small dog, Onigiri. Jean Bart took up knitting a few years back and ever since the crew has been proud to call themselves the owners of a lot of knitted goods.

Onigiri stands there, looking absolutely indignified and like he's been frozen into an ice statue. Penguin laughs, crouches down in front of Onigiri and pets him between the ears where he likes it best. "Come on, buddy. You know your fur isn't warm enough for winter islands. It's for your own good."

Onigiri glares up at him through his cute little beady eyes before snapping up at him with half-effort.

Penguin pats his back some more before getting back up. "You'll enjoy yourself once we're in the snow."

When they've finally arrived at the island and docked the Tang at the small harbor, there's a surprise waiting in store for them.

There's an about six year old girl in a large yellow skiing jacket bouncing up and down with excitement. In her arms she's holding a plushie of a penguin that's about half her size.

Law, who's finally woken up, is the first to get off the submarine and look at the girl curiously. She has raven black hair and piercing blue eyes and looks at the arriving pirates with nothing short of absolute awe and admiration.

Law's voice is gruff and still a bit hoarse from sleep as he addresses her. "Hello."

The little girl looks a bit spooked to be addressed by someone as grouchy looking as Law, but quickly gathers her courage. "H-Hi! A-are you the... the Corazón Pirates?"

Law flinches as if struck. "I guess so. We call ourselves the Heart Pirates though."

The little girl nods seriously. "Right! My mamá and I talk a different language at home. My bad!"

She seems to be gathering her courage for a short while, before speaking quickly, seemingly wanting to get the words out before her courage leaves her. "Your captain. He- He's called Pingüino, right?"

Law scoffs. "What? I'm the captain. Do you mean Penguin?"

Her eyes start sparkling and she points at her penguin plushie excitedly. "Yes! Yes, this one! The one with the same name as this animal. Is he here?! Can I see him?!"

She stands on her toes, trying to get a look at the crew disembarking the ship behind Law.

Law's eyes narrow. "Why do you want to see him?"

She grins, proud of herself for knowing something he doesn't. "It's a secret!"

Law sighs and contemplates her small frame standing before him. If this was a trap, their enemy would be incredibly foolish to send a small, vulnerable girl like her to lure them in. More likely she'd snuck out without her parents' knowledge. "What's your name, kid?"

Her eyes widen in shock. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers that!"

Law huffs in amusement. Apparently talking to strangers is fine, but telling them her name crosses a line. "Fine. I'll get Penguin for you."

"Yes, please!" She does a respectful little bow, stumbling and catching herself as she almost floors herself with the penguin plushie.

He heads back to the crew and approaches Penguin, who's currently trying to encourage Onigiri to stop being stubborn and finally start walking on his own. "Penguin. That little girl standing there. She's asking for you."

Penguin's brows crease in confusion. "What? Asking for me?"

Law just shrugs. "Take the mutt and ask her what she wants. She won't tell me."

Penguin gives him a half-hearted glare at him calling Onigiri a mutt, but complies, picking up the stubborn furball in his arms and heading over to the strange little girl.

He crouches down in front of her and gives her a warm smile. "Hi! I'm Penguin. Nice to meet you! You were asking for me?"

Her eyes are sparkling, and it gets even more intense when she sees Onigiri in his arms.

"H-H-Hi! You- You're really Penguin?"

Penguin nods and scratches Onigiri between the ears again while he waits for her to gather her composure again.

"I- I- My mamá told me so much about you!"

He stares at her dumbfounded. "Your mom knows me?"

She beams and nods eagerly and presents her penguin plushie to him. "Yeah! This is for you! If you come with me!"

Penguin can't help but chuckle. "Are you trying to bribe me right now?"

"Yes! Come, come, come!!" She's bouncing up and down with excitement again.

"Calm down for a second. What's your name? And how does your mom know me?"

"I'm Yuki! Well, easy! Cause you're my dad!"

Penguin's brain short circuits. He just stares at the girl with his mouth open, unable to think a single other thought. Her... dad?

"Hihi! You look funny!" Yuki is clearly enjoying his confusion. "Come on, I want you to meet my mamá!"

He's in a complete daze as he gets up and lets her guide him to her home by her hand, Onigiri still snuggled against him in his other arm.

They don't have to walk very far, Yuki's home being not far into the pine tree forest. It's a small but cozy cottage nestled comfortably into the thick of the trees.

Onigiri's nose has started twitching in excitement at all of the different scents surrounding them, but Penguin has been holding onto him tightly.

If he let him run off here they'd never find him again, and he doesn't know if the wildlife on this winter island is dangerous yet either.

Yuki opens the door for him and gestures for him to step inside.

The strong scent of delicious cooking wafts through the air as they enter, and Penguin can barely keep himself from starting to drool.

Onigiri doesn't know such restraint and actively starts to drool.

When they make it to the cramped kitchen in the cottage, Penguin wonders if he's dead.

The woman standing there cooking in an apron looks like an actual angel come to life.

He must be in heaven. Or maybe he didn't die, but Shachi put some suspicious things into their last meal again. Wouldn't be the first time that happened.

She's got long, golden hair, tied back behind her head in a ponytail, humming to herself as she cooks, lifting the lid off of a pot and peering inside, clearly not having heard them come in through the loud sizzling noise present in the kitchen.

"Mamá! Mira a quién encontré!", Yuki yells over the noise. The angel turns around and her eyes widen as she sees Penguin.

Beautiful, icy blue eyes, the same that he's seen on Yuki. It's true. He's either on some substance or deceased.

There's no way a beauty like her actually exists. Like something out of a dream.

His lack of focus allows for Onigiri to escape, and he lunges towards the stove, eager to find out what it is exactly that smells so nicely.

The angel proves to not only have divine looks but also quick reflexes as she catches Onigiri mid-air before he can burn himself on the hot stove.

She furrows her brows and inspects the strange, rice-ball looking little creature in a red knitted pullover with an Onigiri stitched on top.

She looks a little suspicious at this stranger having come into her house uninvited, especially having come in here together with her daughter.

Penguin wants to say something. Anything. But he's completely speechless, so he just stands there, staring at the angel before him, mouth agape, making an utter fool out of himself.

Chapter 2: The night we met

Summary:

One fateful night leads to unforeseen consequences Penguin doesn't learn about until years later.

When the Heart Pirates party, they party hard. Well. 95% of the Heart Pirates.

There is always one particular grouchy man sitting in a corner keeping an eye on his crew.

Sometimes Shachi and Penguin spike Law's coffee when they already know the crew will be partying in the evening.

There's no way they'll let their friend avoid having fun completely, and Law's shenanigans when drunk tend to be absolutely legendary.

Like that time he'd reassembled his own body parts to replace his arms with his legs for what had to be the craziest bit of breakdancing known to mankind.

Which he'd firmly denied ever having done the next morning, naturally.

This day is one of those days where Penguin slipped a bit of vodka into Law's coffee. Sometimes he wonders why Law never protests. Maybe he secretly enjoys getting to let loose, especially given it's not out of his own choice.

So when the Hearts head to the local pub in the evening (there's said to be an anonymous mask ball), Law already seems a little more relaxed than usual.

The masks everyone is wearing are a little ridiculous. Hakugan, the one crew member known to wear a mask on a regular basis, is wearing a mask designed to look like Bepo, while Bepo is wearing a replica of Hakugan's usual mask.

Law made a very intricate mask that resembles Sora, Jean Bart's mask looks like one of the giants from the children's book "Brag Men", Ikkaku has put on a mask with a long nose resembling the Strawhat's sniper Usopp (whom she's been dating on and off, a well-kept secret among the crew, which is to say everyone knows about it and keeps teasing her with it).

Shachi is in top form tonight, going above and beyond in having made a full-body orca suit, which coincidentally leaves his face open. Penguin keeps teasing him that he failed with his costume in covering the one single part he's actually meant to cover but Shachi just grumbles something about his sunglasses hiding him well enough.

Penguin himself had been indecisive for the longest while. If he dresses up like his namesake Shachi and the others will make fun of him for being boring, but if he dresses up as anything else they'll tell him to stop being so extra.

He sighs, looking at himself in the mirror. He loves getting to be with his best friends and found family all the time, but sometimes he does wish they'd be a little less predictable (and preferably less judgemental as well).

When the evening comes around, Penguin has shrouded himself in a dark cloak with a hood, hiding his costume underneath.

He ignores the pestering of all of his other crewmates to tell them what his disguise is as they make their way to the pub.

When they get there, the first party-goers have already arrived. It's not very crowded yet, but the din makes it a little hard to communicate already.

Shachi nudges Penguin. "Come ooooon, Pen! Stop hiding your disguise away already! Did you even dress up? Is the cloak your entire disguise?"

Penguin huffs. "Obviously not. I'm not that boring, thanks."

Shachi shrugs and goes off to fetch drinks for the entire crew.

As it draws later in the evening, everyone's having a good time. Penguin is still in his cloak, feeling a little self-conscious about his disguise now that there's so many people around.

He's currently leaning against a wall near the exit, when he notices somebody new come in.

An angel with long golden hair. Well, at least her disguise is that of an angel, wearing a golden carneval mask over her eyes and fluffy white wings on her back.

Penguin's pulse skyrockets just from seeing her. He wants to dance with her. He's gonna dance with her.

The amount of drinks he's had so far are facilitating the decision making by a lot as he boldly steps toward the angel, speaking in a voice way deeper than his natural tone to impress her. "Hello there, beautiful lady. Could I ask for your first dance?" He curtsies in front of her slightly.

The woman seems completely bewildered at immediately being asked to dance right after coming into the pub. "Uh. Hi. Uh. I'm gonna go get a drink first. Is that okay?"

The drunk Penguin immediately sees his chance and offers. "I'll get it for you. What would you like?"

After giving him the name of her drink of choice, Penguin swiftly goes to fetch it for her. He'll have to get rid of his cloak to dance with her, else he might trip over it and embarass himself. He's generally a little more prone to stumbling when around pretty women, so he'll have to be extra careful.

When he returns and offers her the drink which she gladly accepts, she smiles awkwardly. "So... to whom do I owe the drink?"

Penguin lifts back the hood of his cloak, revealing the large mustache he put on and his black hair which is far more tousled and messy than usual (a deliberate choice and not just his last-minute panic about what costume to choose, for sure.) Although most of his hair is hidden by the large pirate hat.

The angel's eyes widen. "G-Gold Roger?"

Penguin winks at her. "Yeah! Well, I'm not quite the king of the pirates. Yet. But the crew I captain will get there once we reach the end of the Grand Line for sure!"

The angel laughs. "Guess we're polar opposites then. I'm dressed as an angel, and you've put on the guise of the devil himself." But then she catches herself. "W-wait. You're an actual pirate? Not just dressed up as one?"

Penguin quickly reassures her. "We're a good crew! I promise. We have a lot of heart." He smiles stupidly at his own joke, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman wouldn't know him to be a Heart Pirate.

The two proceed to dance, Penguin miraculously only stepping on her feet twice as the angel proves to be a great dancer (or simply great at avoiding his two left feet.)

Since she'd come into the pub on her own Penguin drags her with him to meet his crew, where Law is thankfully not feeling social enough to talk to her, else his lie about being captain might have been revealed.

As the night draws on, a karaoke is set up with an impromptu stage and a microphone den den mushi available for those who are brave enough to face the audience.

Penguin, who's become absolutely smitten with the angel since the moment he first laid his eyes on her, immediately grabs the chance. He whispers into her ear. "Are you ready to witness the amazing singing talents of Captain Penguin of the Heart Pirates?"

She giggles, pretty drunk at this point as well. "Give it all you have, captain!"

What follows is what is indubitably the worst rendition of a romantic song the pub in question has ever had the misfortune of hearing. Penguin has many talents, but singing isn't one of them.

But he sings with gusto, facing the angel and striking dramatically romantic poses all the while, making her giggle more and more, which is all Penguin cares about in that moment.

As it gets even later in the evening - some of the crew members had already headed back home to the Tang - Penguin is simply not willing to let this lovely evening with the woman of his dreams end. He still doesn't know her name, which doesn't prove to be an issue as he simply drunkenly calls her "love of his life" every time.

After being dared to do just that by Shachi, he invites her to spend the night with him. Unwilling to get himself a stern lecture by Law, Penguin arranges for one of the guest rooms situated above the pub, not wanting for his captain to come ruin his fortune by preventing him from having fun as always.

The angel - who's just as drunk as Penguin - freezes at the invite, and very seriously asks him to pinky swear to her that he's a gentleman and not an evil pirate and won't harm her.

After the pinky swear, she doesn't seem to have a single concern left in her drunken mind.

After what Penguin would later refer to as the best and probably most drunken night of his life, the two wake up in each other's arms.

Which would be incredibly romantic and sweet and crap, why doesn't Penguin remember the name of the lovely woman in his arms??, when he realises that they're not alone in the room.

He tenses when his eyes fall on his captain, who looks like he's about to pop a vein on his forehead with how furious he looks.

Penguin freezes and stares at Law like a deer in headlights. He mouths a silent "What?", not wanting to wake the lovely woman beside him.

Law gestures for Penguin to get up and follow him outside. Penguin silently shakes his head, unwilling to leave the warm cocoon that is the angel's embrace.

He looks down at her wistfully. She really is very beautiful. Maybe he's still drunk. Normally he doesn't have a single chance with someone of her caliber.

Shachi does keep telling him how being drunk will "make even the ugliest hag look like a royal princess". Which Penguin hopes isn't right. Because he'd very much like the beauty in his arms to be real. And his.

Apparently Law's hung over patience has been worn thin, because the next thing he knows is he's been shambled outside of the room, in front of Law, stark naked. He squeaks in a very unmanly fashion before glaring at Law. "What the hell, captain!"

Law wordlessly hands him some clothes. "You and I are going to have a serious talk about safety. Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? I thought you'd been kidnapped. But no. Of course. Just couldn't keep it in your pants. Damned moron."

Law already sets out to leave, expecting Penguin to follow him. Penguin, now wearing his clothes, stares after him.

His pounding headache from the hangover isn't helping him in thinking clearly, but he hates this. He hates that he doesn't know the name of the woman he was with, he hates that he can't get to say goodbye, he hates that he has to leave her right now without having even gotten to have the basic decency of letting her wake up in his arms.

Between the pounding headache and his rapidly increasing guilt and sadness, he's feeling like a horrible worm of a man.

He quickly steps back into the pub room, looking around in the drawers. Finally he finds a pen to write with. In lack of anything else to write on he tears a piece of his vivre card off, which he always has on him, even in the Gold Roger costume he wore last night.

He writes on the card. "I'm sorry but I have to leave. You're amazing and I love you. Yours truly, Captain Penguin of the Heart Pirates." She doesn't need to know he's not actually Captain. He'll look cooler that way.

He's really not good at writing cards. Especially not when hung over. Is "I love you" too much? Surely not. People write "Love, xxx" all the time. Which basically means "I love you, kiss kiss kiss." Right?

He doesn't have any time to contemplate any longer. The blue film of Law's room spreads out around him, and suddenly he finds himself Shambles'd beside Law once more.

Six long years pass after that fateful night. Six long years during which Penguin tries to recall the face of the woman he'd been with, but to no avail. Her name, her looks, it has all been lost to his drunken stupor. All he remembers is that she'd looked like an angel.

He's not a stranger to one-night-stands, much to the dismay of Law who keeps lecturing him and Shachi on safety as if they were still teens, but that one woman he's sure can't have been real. He must have dreamt it. It simply was too good to be true.

Chapter 3: Mama Bird

Summary:

Back to the present!

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Penguin gulps, staring at the lovely woman in the kitchen before him. He's definitely noticing how carefully she's holding Onigiri, which is already earning her major bonus points with him.

He clears his throat. "Uhh. Hi."

She blinks at him. "Hi."

Thankfully Yuki interrupts what would only be a rather awkward silence. "Look, mamá! This is Pingüino! The capitán! I found him!"

The woman frowns at Yuki. "Were you at the port again, Yuki? How many times do I need to tell you that pirates are dangerous? You can't just approach them."

Yuki shakes her small head. "But mamá!! Are you even listening?? This is Pingüino! My dad!!"

The woman huffs and crosses her arms, fixing Penguin with a glare. "Prove it."

Penguin's throat goes dry. Prove it? How? "Uh. My name is written on my hat?", he suggests, pointing at the hat in question.

Yuki laughs loudly at that. "He's wearing his own name in case he forgets! That's smart!"

A faint smile plays around the woman's lips at that. "Hm. I guess that's a good point. Yuki, watch the kitchen."

The woman heads off to rummage in some drawers in the living room before returning with a piece of paper. "This should prove it without a doubt."

She places the piece of paper on the palm of her hand and then watches as it starts moving towards Penguin with infallible accuracy.

Penguin stares at it wide-eyed. "You have my vivre card?"

"You're the one that gave it to me." She takes the vivre card and hands it to him.

When he reads the words, he blushes scarlet read. He recognizes his own writing, even if he doesn't remember giving it to her. It reads: "I'm sorry but I have to leave. You're amazing and I love you. Yours truly, Captain Penguin of the Heart Pirates."

Penguin's mouth suddenly feels very dry. "Uhm. Yeah. Well. I am Penguin. Heh."

The woman's eyes narrow. "You left. Without a single word. Why did you even follow Yuki here?"

Penguin sighs. "Look. I'm sorry. Even though I must have been pretty drunk cause I barely remember any of this, I wouldn't normally leave someone right after... well, you know. Something must have come up. And I was curious to see if it was true. If I'd actually-" He trails off. He can't say "be Yuki's dad." The words just won't come out of his mouth.

He clears his throat, his voice suddenly assuming a much higher pitch. "Uhm. Am I? Her dad? Without a doubt?"

He's freaking out a little on the inside, but the woman just nods. "Yeah. I don't- make a habit of sleeping around. Didn't back then, either."

Penguin blinks owlishly as his eyes go from Yuki to the woman and back again. "Uh. Then why did you- Why did we...?"

She sighs. "Honestly, you were really cute. I was quite drunk too and you kept giving me love confession after love confession that night. I couldn't resist. It was just so different from anyone who just wanted to take me to bed. Even if we did go there, so maybe it was all just an act." She frowns, looking at Penguin scrutinizingly.

Penguin fidgets awkwardly. "So. Uh. Did you have any help? With, uh, having the baby? Raising her?" His eyes scoot over to Yuki again, although he's suddenly a little shy to look at her now that it's been confirmed that he is her actual father.

The woman shrugs. "For the most part, yeah. The villagers on this island are really nice. They helped me out even though I'm an outsider. I don't have any family here, so I probably would have been screwed without them."

Penguin breathes out in relief. "At least that." He takes a few moments to compose himself before adding. "I-I'm sorry. That I didn't uh, use protection that night. That I did that to you."

The woman huffs. "We were both really drunk. But I appreciate the apology."

Yuki guides Penguin to sit down on the sofa in the small living room, before bouncing up and down before him. "So now that you're here, you're gonna stay with us, right? I have so many drawings I wanna show you!!"

Penguin first feels a hot, then a cold shiver run down his spine. "Uhh. About that? I- I can't exactly leave my crew behind, little one." He looks down at Yuki, admiring her features. He actually has a child. That's still so unreal to him. How's that even possible? He's just Penguin. Troublemaker, prankster officer. Not a responsible parent figure by any means. Oh god, Law's going to kill him.

The woman sighs. "He's right, Yuki. He's a dangerous pirate, even if he looks pretty mellow." Penguin squawks in indignation, but she pays him no mind and continues. "But you can still show him your drawings, okay? Go fetch all of them. I'll make sure he doesn't run away again." At the last words, she shoots Penguin another glare, and he flinches at the venom behind that look. Okay, so she definitely isn't really happy with him, no matter how civil she's been acting so far. Good to know.

Penguin bites his lip, feeling horrible. If what the woman said is true, then Yuki's been running to the harbor every time a ship came by, hoping it would be Penguin and his crew this time. How heartbreaking would it be for her if he just up and left again? But he can't give up on his life, on his friends, on Law, Shachi, Bepo and everybody else. He just can't. He can feel himself start to sweat as he sits there, uncomfortably aware of being alone in the room with the woman at the moment.

Finally, he manages to gather his courage to ask. "I- I don't even know your name."

The woman's eyes widen. "Are you kidding me?"

Penguin squeaks again. "I'm so sorry! I barely remember anything from that night, remember!"

She huffs. "Yeah, okay, makes sense. Just feels a bit ludicrous that you've had such a large impact on my life and don't even remember my name. Not like you remember anything else either, I guess. My name is Anita."

She sighs, letting Onigiri down on the ground to go explore the surroundings, having held onto him until this moment.

"Look, I'm really sorry, okay? I- I hate myself for not getting to say goodbye to you that morning and for- for not being there for Yuki. I mean, I still don't feel like I could be a dad, cause that's just surreal but still. I didn't mean to ruin your life like that."

Anita shakes her head. "My life isn't ruined, and don't you dare let Yuki hear that. She's my pride and joy. I'm glad I've got her. Things haven't been easy for us. But we have each other."

Something about that resonates within Penguin, reminding him of two little boys that lived on Swallow Island, having nobody but each other.

"Can I- Can I help you? In any way? I want to help."

Anita frowns, clearly thinking it over. "We don't have a lot, but we're happy. Yuki's growing so fast, she keeps needing new clothes, so I guess if you have gold to spare I'd ask for that."

"Yeah. Of course. Anything to help. I'll give you all my savings. We all share our loot amongst each other on the crew anyways so I'll make some again soon."

Anita looks genuinely surprised. "Really? You're just going to part with all of your personal savings? I guess you're not just all talk."

Penguin feels incredibly offended that she'd thought that. "Come on, angel- I mean, Anita! I'm not a horrible person." And then, with a very small voice he adds, tone full of self-doubt: "Just a deadbeat dad, apparently."

Yuki comes back into the room, carrying a plethora of drawings and sketchbooks in her hand.

They're incredibly messy, but Penguin's heart sings with joy as the little girl shows him all of her drawings so proudly.

A lot of them are about him, although in her drawings he more looks like a human-sized penguin mink than an actual human.

There's scenes of him holding Yuki's hands, holding Anita's hands, so much wishful imagining of a family life as three. Penguin's heart breaks just thinking about leaving these two behind.

He carefully strokes over Yuki's head. "You're a great artist, Yuki. I bet you'll be a world famous painter one day!"

Yuki's eyes shine with glee. "You really think so?!"

"I'm sure of it."

Onigiri, who's now done inspecting the living room, hops onto Yuki's lap and sniffs her eagerly, making her put aside her drawings. He starts licking her leg and she giggles. "That tickles! Stop, little perro!"

Penguin didn't realize he was crying out of happiness until he sees the tears drop down onto the sofa. He quickly wipes them away, glancing over at Anita who's viewing him with an inscrutable expression.

He clears his throat before speaking, even though he can't completely hide the teary note from his voice. "The dog's name is Onigiri. He's our crew dog. He's the best guard dog any pirate crew has ever had."

Yuki giggles. "But he's so tiny! Any thief would probably just overlook him!"

As if Onigiri understood what she said, he hops off of Yuki's lap and onto Penguin's, settling down comfortably for a nap, completely content with his exploration of the surroundings and having made sure this is a safe place to stay for himself and Penguin, like a good protector dog would.

Penguin gathers his courage and speaks up almost timidly. "Yuki. Do you like living here?"

Yuki furrows her brows in confusion. "Huh? Yeah. This place is nice. Why?"

Penguin gulps and looks away. "I- I'll have to set off with my crew again. Probably sooner than later, our captain is very impatient once we've restocked on supplies."

Yuki's lip starts quivering. "WHAT? Already? B-but I only just met you and I only just showed you half of my drawings and I've waited for so long and-"

Before he knows it, he's got a crying child flinging herself at him. Onigiri yips and looks up in concern, having been woken up from his slumber.

Penguin holds Yuki awkwardly in his arms, trying to hug her back well, but the feeling is leaving him very confused. He's never had to do much with children but he already feels incredibly guilty for making Yuki cry like this, no matter how true his words might be.

He looks to Anita helplessly, but she just shrugs, not having a remedy for this either.

Yuki sniffles against his side. "I've only just met you. You can't just leave me again!"

Penguin holds her closely and sighs. "I- I can't give up my pirate life. My friends. I'm really sorry. I wish I could stay with you, and I'd love to see all of your other drawings too, but..."

But they're interrupted as a few men suddenly enter the cabin. Penguin tenses up at first but relaxes once he recognizes Shachi, Hakugan and Uni. "Why are you here?"

Shachi grins from ear to ear. "Captain sent us. We're supposed to help the lovely ladies pack." He winks at Anita flirtatiously, which makes Penguin feel a lot more jealous and protective than he has any right to.

Penguin frowns. "Help them pack? Why? What the hell is going on here?" Anita adds: "That's what I'd like to know."

Uni explains. "Bepo overheard what the little girl said to you with his fine hearing. He got super excited that you're a dad and immediately told Law. Who absolutely lost his shit-" He breaks off to giggle. "But then he said that the three of us should follow after you and help the little girl and her mother pack."

Anita huffs. "What the hell kind of decision is that? He can't just... abduct us."

Shachi grins even wider. "Not an abduction! But if you're the mother of Penguin's kid, and that there is actually Penguin's kid, then you're gonna come with us, of course. Cause that makes ya family!"

Anita looks absolutely bewildered and speechless, but Yuki looks beyond excited. "C-Come with you? Can I come with you, Pingüino? Then you won't have to leave me again!"

Hakugan frowns. "Wasn't that the plan to begin with? The hell were you gonna do, Penguin, just leave them here knowing you have a family?"

Penguin is getting redder and redder by the minute. "I-It's not like I was in a relationship with Anita here before. It was just a one-night-stand."

Anita nods. "Yeah. I'd be mad to just leave everything and join a pirate crew on a whim."

Shachi laughs heartily. "Well, good! We're a bunch of madlads too, so you'll fit right in with our crew!"

Penguin can't help but feel incredible uncomfortable with how lightly Shachi's taking this. He turns to Anita pleadingly. "I-Is that something you'd be willing to consider? Coming with us? We're a good crew, I promise. Things can get dangerous, but-" He looks down, fidgeting with his hands. "Things can get dangerous everywhere. Pirates could come to this seemingly peaceful island too. If you come with us-" He looks back up, meeting her eyes, his expression serious. "Then I promise you on everything I hold dearly that I will protect you and Yuki with my life."

Yuki cheers happily. "I'll start packing right away!!"

Anita still looks a little frozen and unsure, but it's obvious that Penguin's heartfelt words have moved her, even if only a little.

She finally voices her concerns. "But won't it be weird? I'm not a pirate. I don't- I've never even learned to fight. I don't belong on a crew like yours."

Penguin, heart beating in his throat, gets up and sits down beside Anita, taking one of her hands into both of his. "Anita. That's not something I would ever expect of you. You'd just do whatever you can, and that'd be good enough." It feels like his heart's beating out of his chest as he adds. "But I- I'd love to get to know you. Properly. To get to know Yuki. If- If captain is really okay with this-" He turns to look at Shachi, who nods, before looking back at her. "Then I'd be really happy to have you join us. I'll make sure you won't lack for anything. And I'll even protect you from captain's moodswings." He adds the last part with a crooked grin, making Uni and Hakugan snicker in the background.

Anita sighs and looks down at her hand in his. "I- I wouldn't mind it so much for me. But I can't endanger Yuki by any means. I can't let her come to harm just because-" She's clearly struggling to let herself be so vulnerable, especially now that three other strangers have come into the room too. "Just because I'd like for her to get to be part of an actual family. Because I'd love to not be so alone anymore."

Just then, Shachi gets a ring on his baby transponder snail. "What is it?", he asks. Bepo's voice responds. "The radars have detected a large ship coming this way. We can't see them yet, it could be marines or other pirates. Finish packing and get back here as quickly as you can!"

Penguin freezes in fear. Maybe he won't have the necessary time to convince Anita and Yuki to come join them. Maybe it's all been for naught. What if he will never see them again after this? Never get to properly get to know this angelic woman and his very own daughter? He pleads with her. "Please. Anita. What if it's a crew full of dangerous pirates? Or even corrupt marines? Please. Don't just reject this."

Anita takes a deep breath, clearly realizing the urgency of the situation. "If Yuki and I join you and I realize that it's too dangerous for us to be on your crew. Would you let us get off again? Build a new life on a peaceful island?"

Penguin nods seriously. "Yes. I would. I swear to you, that I will respect whatever decision you make. We're an honorable crew. I promise to you that you can trust us."

No matter how true his words may be, he worries that she's not going to believe him. Why should she, after all? She barely knows him. He's not sure if he would trust him if he was in her shoes.

She exhales deeply and makes her decision. "Fine. We're coming with you. Yuki. This is urgent. We're only taking the emergency suitcases and everything you can gather within five minutes. Understand?"

Yuki does a little salute and immediately scuttles off to fetch her belongings.

Shachi looks impressed as he asks. "Emergency suitcases?"

Anita nods as she gets up and produces a suitcase from the wardrobe. "Yeah. We always keep them handy and restocked. They have money, emergency food and changes of clothing. I've had to flee the places I lived in a few times before. Best to be prepared."

Shachi looks seriously impressed, and Penguin feels much the same way. Before he can stop himself, he blurts out. "Wow, you're amazing, angel. I mean, Anita." He quickly corrects himself, blushing hard.

"Why do you keep calling me angel?", Anita asks as she grabs some of her other belongings strewn about into various other backpacks and bags.

Penguin clears his throat, mortified to admit to this in front of the other three. "Well, cause you look like one. You're just as beautiful."

As expected, all three of his crewmates start snickering, overjoyed to get to overhear this embarassing moment.

Anita just laughs softly. "Oh. Yeah. I vaguely remember you saying something like that when I met you."

Yuki and Anita are ready to leave just a few minutes later. Penguin takes the time to ask them once more. "Are you sure about this?"

Anita nods, expression a mix of grim determination. "Yeah. I'll hold you to that promise. Yuki's safety comes first."

Penguin nods. "You have my word. Let's go." He quickly fetches Onigiri into his arms to make sure the little troublemaker won't cost them any time on their way to the ship.

They make haste, Shachi and Hakugan taking over carrying the suitcases and Uni the bags as Penguin lets Yuki ride on his shoulders. Her legs are simply too short to uphold the speed of the adults. Anita had initially been the one to offer to carry her but Penguin had waved her offer aside with a gentle smile. "No need. I've got more than enough strength to go around."

What Anita had said before was true. She wasn't a fighter, or trained by any means. Even with their heavy cargo the four Heart Pirates would easily outpace her, but they make sure to match her speed to not make her feel like a burden.

When they arrive on the Polar Tang and get on board, most everybody else is already inside, ready to submerge.

Bepo ushers them inside, although he's visibly extremely excited to get to meet Penguin's daughter. Which is still incredibly surreal to Penguin. Once they've all made it inside, Law's there, waiting for Anita and Yuki. He formally introduces himself. "Hello. My name is Trafalgar Law. I am the captain of this vessel. As I'm sure my men have told you, you are free to stay with us for as long as you wish. You are now officially under the protection of the Heart Pirates, whereever you are or may go."

Penguin preens, feeling incredibly proud to serve under such a good captain and awesome friend.

Anita replies just as politely. "Thank you. I'll make sure not to be a burden to you or your crew. I greatly appreciate everything you're doing for us."

She seems very tense, like she's about to run away, so Penguin steps up beside her and puts a hand on her back, just the faintest hint of a touch to reassure her instead of scaring her further. "I'm here. You and Yuki aren't alone, ya hear me?" He gives her one of his winning smiles, the type that make every lady swoon with a 100% chance of success (in his dreams, at least).

Anita looks a little confused at his smile but then nods, Yuki clinging onto her leg.

Law exchanges a meaningful glance with Penguin. "You and I are going to have one long talk once we're submerged and these two are settled in."

Penguin nods ruefully, already dreading that happening. He smiles at Anita and Yuki. Come on. I'll show you what room you're going to stay in until we've figured out the new living arrangements. I'm sure it's a bit overwhelming, being around this many strangers and what with us about to submerge as well."

Anita nods gratefully, while Yuki doesn't seem scared in the slightest, taking in the inside of the Polar Tang with wide, curious eyes.

Penguin can't help but feel happy as he sees her expression. His daughter's expression. He's going to make damn sure that she gets to have an awesome and fun time on this ship. While he's still terrified of suddenly being a dad now, he's starting to get more and more excited by the idea of it. And even if he struggles with it, he's got the Heart Pirates to back him up when he needs them.

-Fin-

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy wholesome Dad!Penguin as much as I do ^-^

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Damian Priest x Reader ONE SHOT

First published on Wattpad August 12, 2023

"Damian, could we have a word? We just witnessed how the Judgment Day savagely attacked Edge once again. But yet again, it didn't work out the way you and your mates thought it would. The WWE Universe is curious what you have to say about this.

Why are all your attempts to ultimately take over Monday Night Raw failing? Do you think maybe you were a little too cocky? What are your plans?" I asked Damian backstage.

It was my job to do these interviews and yes, it was part of asking questions that you knew would piss off the wrestlers. That's what the producers wanted to see. Normally it was hard for me to be a little mean. But in the case of Priest, it came easily to me.

He was irritated with me and I was irritated with him. Why exactly? I don't know. Really... I didn't have a clue. We just didn't get along. He seemed a little too full of himself. And I wasn't sure that was just the character he was portraying. I also didn't want to spend more time than necessary with him to find out if I was possibly wrong.

It was better that way. I swear, if he called me spoiled princess one more time, blood would flow. I was so sick of people thinking I was only here because my dad was on the board of the WWE. Hell, I didn't even like my father. And he had nothing to do with why I got this job. That had totally different reasons.

"Well princess... if you understood a little bit more about our business, you would know that you won't get far here if you don't make enemies. We want to get to the top and no matter how long it takes... the Judgment Day will rise above all.

Mark my words, Y/N... even if it's hard for you. We have just begun to spread fear and terror. And anyone who doesn't get out of our way will get knocked out of the way." he replied, and then someone behind the camera said Cut.

"As always a displeasure to work with you, Princess. Now go make yourself useful on your knees somehow." he mocked.

It was probably meant to be funny, but he was talking to the wrong person about that.

"Fuck you, you arrogant asshole. Get the fuck out of my face. I'm getting a headache just thinking about your voice," I retorted.

"I bet you'd like that. But I know what you're really up to.... It's probably been an hour since you demolished that last piece of cake. Hence the headache." He laughed and then left.

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Damian POV

"Why the hell are you always so rotten towards Y/N? What did she ever do to you?" asked Rhea to me.

"Nothing... I just can't stand her and her attitude. And it's not like she's holding back." I replied as we walked further down the hall.

"You're both fucking awful. You bicker like little kids. If I had to guess, I'd say you're attracted to her," Rhea said.

"What makes you think that? She's not my type at all. I don't go for chubby girls with attitude problems. She seriously thinks she's God's gift to manhood," I explained.

"What are you talking about? She's gorgeous. My God so she's got a few more pounds on her than those skinny bitches. Who cares? I think you're not telling me what it really is.... I think you can't stand that she doesn't put up with your shit. Not even on camera." she replied.

"Oh please.... I don't know... She just rubs me the wrong way." I said.

"I bet you'd like her to rub you the right way." she then smirked.

"Not in a million years." i snorted.

"You know... One of these days I'm going to lock you in a room and not let you out until after you talk.

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"Good lord! Can you maybe just do your job? It's not that hard! I'll ask the questions and you answer." growled Y/N as we tried to film a segment for next week.

"I would if you were capable of formulating reasonable questions," I replied in a deep voice.

"Maybe I should just formulate it so you can comprehend it..." she muttered.

And so it went on for another half hour until we finally managed to come up with something decent. I could tell the producer wasn't happy with either of us.

I was walking back to the dressing room when Rhea intercepted me and asked me to follow her. She went into a secluded part of the arena where some empty storage rooms were. She opened the door and practically shoved me inside.

"Rhea what are you doing? I thought you wanted to talk?" I heard Y/N's voice.

"Talking is going to happen. You will talk to each other. In order that you finally get along with each other. It's annoying how you treat each other. Work it out." she said and closed the door behind her.

For a while it was silent. Neither of us said a word. I leaned against the wall next to the door while she wandered up and down the room with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Go ahead, talk," I said at one point.

"I have nothing to say to you." replied Y/N.

"Didn't expect any other way.... If you don't have time to write down the questions beforehand, you can't think of anything." I said.

"Oh he's such a smart one! You can't think of anything new to insult me with. I'm too tired for Rhea's attempt to make friends out of us." she replied.

"As if I ever wanted to be friends with you..." I muttered.

"Yes, because God forbid you should find out that I have brains and not just tits," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, if the shoe fits. But I bet you have a lot of talents that require your other body parts." I laughed.

"So that's what you think? That I'm a slut? Are you offended that I've never offered it to you before?" she asked aloud.

"Oh please... I bet you're not as good as you think you are," I continued laughing.

I just couldn't take her seriously. Even though I just saw the tiniest bit of hurt on her face.

"You know what? I'm going to shut you up once and for all. You think I'm a slut? Here you go, so be it." she then growled and came towards me with quick steps.

I had no idea what she was up to, but suddenly she was in front of me, pushing against my shoulder until my back was pinned firmly against her wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Proving a point." she replied and before I knew it she had already opened my pants and pulled them down a bit along with my underwear.

"Woah, woah, woah! Have you lost your mind?" I wanted to know when she already took my cock in her hand and started rubbing me.

I put my hands on her shoulders as I tried to push her off me.

"Hands off." she commanded in a tone I didn't recognize from her.

And at this point... I could no longer resist. Her hands moved faster and faster in a way that blew my mind. Never in my life had a woman jerked me off like that. My breathing became rapid as I looked into her eyes. She cupped my balls and massaged them gently at first, then harder.

"See? You're just like any other man... Powerless when you're being grabbed by the balls. No matter how big your mouth was before. You're pathetic, Damian. Look at you... Being pleasured by a spoiled princess you can't stand. When all you had to do was say the word.... No... or Stop." she said softly and seductively.

And although her words were insulting, they were somehow arousing.

I watched as she stuck a thumb in her mouth and licked it before running that very thumb over my tip.

"So desperate for attention.... With no regard for anyone else's feelings or past. You need to learn that there are consequences." She continued almost in a whisper as her hands continued to work on me.

"What do you mean?" I gasped, very close to coming.

At that moment Y/N let go of me, yanked open the door and marched out of the room, leaving me just like that. Exposed and very unsatisfied. And on top of that, confused and frustrated.

#damian priest #wwe #archer of infamy #live forever #wattpad #my writing #wwe one shot

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doctoriletyougotogalaxy · 2 years ago

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Flying Ships

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

My OC blurb & my other Nikolai Lantsov fics on this OC & my other OCs

Elling, Fjerda

When the cold wind chilled me, I wrapped my coat tighter. I tucked my notebook between my knees and glanced around to check if anyone was nearby. The wide terrace of the paint workshop was empty. I placed my palms on my coat, against my stomach and chest, I focused. I tried to reach the smallest parts that makes up the fabric. When I sensed the separated pieces, I spured them on to move. I wasn't wanting my coat to ignite and if this would happen and somehow I would survive, I was going to have to find an explanation. Carefully, I increased the heat of my coat. Right at that moment, I startled at the sound coming from behind me. I looked to what this sound was as I opened my notebook so I could act like I was doing whatever people do with a notebook. It was Nikolai, bringing me empty lunch boxes. I closed my notebook and turned to face him. He placed the lunch boxes on top of my empty bag next to me.

"Why are you sitting here alone in the cold?" His eyes shifted to my notebook. "Oh, are you keeping a diary? Dear diary, Nikolai's magnificent golden hair looks so beautiful at sunset..." said with a ridiculously romantic voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, they seem to they're about to ignite at golden hour. Maybe I should really set them on fire to see if they're still attractive."

"Wow, slow down, that could be illegal."

"Let's try it and see if they punish me afterwards."

"I would love to, but I don't think it would be a profitable deal for me, unfortunately."

"What a shame."

"You can fulfill your terrible fantasies accompanied by the not-so-suffocating smell of paint downstairs, and without freezing."

But I could examine the ship skeletons only from here. "I prefer to be able to looking at the sea."

"Don't the ship skeletons block your view?"

"It's not bothering me."

"Alright then, we'll be here for another two hours."

I nodded.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief when he left. Talkative and spoiled. He was lucky I wasn't complaining to my father yet. Just waiting for him to exceed. I continued to take notes and make drawings in my notebook about the lengths of the masts of different types of ships.

In fact, I was designing a ridiculous project that I was dreaming of since my childhood and perfecting it as much as possible. Flying ships in the sky... Of course, I wasn't really going to build and fly them, but still I was loving to imagine. Maybe one day someone would dare to start the project and actually make them fly, why not?

Later, I completed my drawings, I put the notebook in my left pocket and stood up. After stretching my legs, I put the empty lunch boxes in my bag and headed towards the stairs. I didn't know how much time had passed. I took the smell of the paints as I stepped in the workshop. It was warm inside. I pulled an empty chair next to the fireplace and sat down. My father lifted his head from the boards and paints on his table, turned to me, and pointed with his finger indicating that there was still an hour left. I felt bored. I was supposed to give them lunch and then leave, but I wanted to do some more drawings, and my father had already said they would leave early today. I had thought about waiting and going back with them, but now that I had warmed up a bit, I decided to stand up and leave. With this thoughts in my mind, my hands in my pockets and my feet tapping on the stone floor, I was humming a song. Then I saw my father and Nikolai coming to me.

"I need some drawings from my workshop. Nikolai will go and get them, you can go with him if you want," my father said. I nodded casually. Nikolai was wiping his hands with a wet towel. I stood up and slung my bag over my arm as he took off his apron.

"Alright, dad. See you later."

"See you, my dear. Hurry up, Nikolai."

"I'm coming," Nikolai said as he fastened a few buttons on his coat. I felt relieved when we stepped out of the warm, paint-scented workshop into the cold sea air.

"If you want, I can carry your bag."

"Thanks, but it's not necessary."

"The meatballs were delicious, well done."

"I am glad you liked them. I think I may have burned them a bit."

"Really? I thought they were great. Was it trout?"

"Perch."

He nodded. We were entering the bustling streets of the town. Shop owners were shoveling snow in front of their businesses. We were nearing the end of winter, but you couldn't go a single day without seeing snow in Elling.

"You seem to enjoy keeping a journal. You sat out in the cold for so long."

It would be so nice if we just walk in silence as if we didn't know each other. Why did he always have to talk?

"Yes."

"Are you questioning life or writing a novel or something?"

"I'm designing flying ships,"

I said with a fake smile and a slightly harsh tone. I was telling the truth, but I wanted him to think I was brushing him off.

"I was just trying to have a conversation, but apparently you don't have that skill." he said. I felt a bit bad.

"No, I don't. I grew up in a cave, raised by wolves."

He chuckled. "I like sarcastic people."

"Great."

"I've never seen you with your friends. You even leave the house barely. Why are you this much lonely?"

"I'm not lonely. I have Manne, you know."

"Manne is a dog, I'm talking about humans. Normal friends who can talk with you, listen to your problems, laugh and cry with you."

"Manne understands my emotions too."

He sighed. This was a topic I really didn't want to discuss. And I didn't have the trust and courage to reveal my biggest secret to him out of the blue.

"You really don't like to talk, do you?"

"It depends on the topic." I regretted my words before I even finished the sentence.

"What topics do you want to talk about? Flying ships?"

I laughed. Yes, I would love to talk about flying ships. It would be awesome to make a brainstorm with someone else. But I was sure I was going to be mocked.

"Just look at the effort you put into conversing with me. You're so ambitious. I'm sure someday you can build a flying ship."

"I can't do such thing without your designs and drafts."

We were approaching the house. I started searching for my keychain in my pockets; tissues, coins...

"Listen, I'm serious. If you're writing a novel or something, let me read it so I can criticize it. I'll point out the flaws, and then you can fix them and send it to the printery. They'll publish it, and you'll get rich."

Walnut and hazelnut shells, candy wrappers—where was my keys?

I nodded. "Right away."

While trying to search my left pocket more effectively, I almost dropped my notebook. In an attempt to catch it, I ended up opening it, and the pages fell down facing the snow. Panic surged through me as Nikolai quickly bent down, grabbed the notebook, and shook it to make snow on it fall.

"Don't worry, it's not very-"

He was shocked as he was looking at the peculiar, crooked, and strange sailboats gliding among the magnificent clouds I had drawn in colored pencils. I quickly snatched the notebook back. My face was flushed.

"You were serious. Freya, these are amazing." His eyes sparkled.

"You won't make fun of me, will you?" I said, furrowing my brows. I was surprised.

With astonishment and admiration, he shook his head from side to side.

"Why would I? These are incredible."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course. Please allow me to look at your other drawings in the evening. Maybe we can do something together. I'd love to help."

I laughed. "No, I mean, we can't actually build a flying ship."

"Why not? From what I've seen, you've taken technical notes too. These are not empty dreams. Even if you're not aware, these are dreams you believe can come true."

I turned my head, took a deep breath. "Okay, you can take a look tonight. But right now, my father is waiting for you at the shipyard. You don't want to make him angry." I took out the keychain from my left pocket and we entered the workshop. I found the drawings my father requested and handed them to Nikolai. As he hurried towards the shipyard, I entered the house. My dog Manne jumped in front of me, and I scratched her ears while thinking about what Nikolai just said. Perhaps it could be possible to build a flying ship. And maybe being friends with Nikolai wasn't such a bad thing after all.

#grishaverse #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x y/n #Nikolai Lantsov imagine #Nikolai Lantsov fanfiction #shadow and bone #shadow and bone Netflix #grisha #sturmhond

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ciaossu-imagines · 10 months ago

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hiii! nix here! i saw that you opened your ask box, but i don’t have any requests just yet, so i thought i’d just chat with you instead. i did mention before how your match-up made me consider self-shipping (and you’re so great at promoting it, too). since you are sho-chan and i’s biggest shipper so far, i’ve decided to share some of the self-shipping headcanons i’ve come up with over time, just to supplement the headcanons you did for me. feel free to ignore this if you find this tedious, but here they are:

i’m actually a night owl, so there might have been some misinterpretations of a piece of information i previously gave you (which is totally fine!). whenever i go out with my friends at night, i tend to head home early, but then i spend the rest of the night lying in bed, glued to my phone, until it’s 3 or 4 a.m.—or until the sun starts to rise. like shoichi, i can get myself up early if i have to, so i’m used to getting only 2 to 4 hours of sleep whenever i have morning classes. not gonna lie, i’m a little scared that it will eventually take a toll on my body. shoichi’s also concerned about that, but i suppose he doesn’t have much room to comment since he’s also a night person himself 🤣 we’re both the same in a way that we find joy in the peacefulness of doing our own things while everyone else in the world is asleep.

my mom can basically whip up anything in the kitchen, and i wouldn’t trade her homemade dishes for any restaurant food. i could see her letting shoichi try most of her culinary creations, and she’d always invite him to any of our family occasions where her food was served. on the other hand, my dad is also a huge guitar enthusiast, so i can envision him and shoichi finding common ground and enjoying conversations, despite being quite different in many other aspects.

shoichi doesn’t really hang out with my two best friends. sure, they do get along well, and my friends have a high regard for him—after all, they know sho-chan fits my ideal type and support him as my boyfriend. however, whenever i’m with them, shoichi understands that i need my time with my girls. he wouldn’t be bothering me at all or demanding my attention, but i still make sure to let him know where i’d be and what i’d be up to with my friends so that he wouldn’t get worried.

i’m quite a picky eater (i don’t know why i forgot to mention that), so whenever sho-chan and i go out to eat, i’ll mostly end up passing the stuff i don’t like (e.g., pickles, tomatoes, eggs) from my food to his plate, and i think that’s something he’s gonna put up with for the rest of his life. sorry, sho-chan.

whenever i’m being introduced to a new board game, i struggle to pay attention during the instructions part (and those board games that involve using strategy? god, i’m so dumb at them!). you mentioned sho-chan being into dungeons & dragons, but i had no idea about the game itself, so when i looked it up on the internet and saw some pictures, i immediately thought, “oh my god, that looks complicated.” 🤣 but for shoichi, i’ll definitely give it a try. i hope he doesn’t mind me looking at him with bedroom eyes while he’s explaining the rules because he’s just so nerdy and enthusiastic about it that i find it cute 🙈

i tend to suffer from hyperacidity, which is triggered when i skip meals or indulge too much in carbonated drinks. it’s quite a hassle, but i never seem to learn my lesson. i could be stubborn as hell, so shoichi sometimes scolds me if he catches me holding my second can of cola. that’s also the reason why he brings travel-size tums in his bag whenever he’s with me because he knows it’s my lifeline sdfhjksdafk

my college course sometimes requires us to perform return demonstrations for specific medical procedures—for example, intramuscular injections, inserting intravenous lines, and such—and shoichi lets me practice on him for those because my brothers flat-out refused (those poor things chose to miss out on the opportunity of becoming my lab rats ☹️). sho-chan does his best to play the role of a patient, even though he’s so awkward and tense, and we often end up stealing kisses from each other in the middle of it. but i’m truly grateful to him. one day, if things go well for me, he’ll be one of the reasons i make it through this hell of a degree (especially since i’ll be graduating next year, and nothing could make me happier).

of course, it goes without saying i’ll do my best to support him with his studies if he requires my help, even if my knowledge is mostly limited to general or medical-related topics rather than those specific to his courses.

i can see sho-chan being roped into my hobbies. occasionally, in the dead of night, i have this thing of trying on some not-so-modest dresses from my closet that i’d probably never wear out and playing around with makeup just to snap a few photos before wiping it all off. shoichi, albeit reluctantly, becomes my makeup practice dummy (he's only cooperative when i promise not to share his photos with akiko). i’m a woman of my word, of course 😉

i actually got my driver’s license last month, so i’m looking forward to having road trips with him as we sing our hearts out to our favorite songs, and then maybe we could hit the beach or go on a camping trip. i see it as a brief escape from our academic obligations for even just a couple of days.

i’m sorry that it’s long, and thanks for taking the time to read it 🧸🧁⭐️

Yay! Hey Nix! It’s always such a treat to see you in the ask box and thank you for stopping by to chat with me 😊 It makes me really happy and I’m so glad that you’ve been having fun with the self-shipping. It’s really flattering that you think I’m great at promoting it too; I really do try hard to promote anything considered too ‘cringe’ in fandom, since I really feel very passionate about fandom being a safe place where you can be happy doing whatever, without having to worry about whether you’re being ‘cool’ enough to fit into the fandom spaces or if you’ll be teased for this or that. ‘Cringe’ is dead to me, as is gatekeeping or anything else that actively keeps people from fully enjoying something that is meant to be relaxing and fun for everyone. I definitely was so happy to read these to because I am for sure such a fan of this ship! I love all of my reader’s ship, but you and Sho-chan? Just perfect together! These weren’t tedious at all!

I love the idea of you and Shoichi both being night hours and him being worried about you not sleeping enough, but not being able to say anything because like…he’s the same. I can see late night texts to each other definitely being a thing between the two of you, haha, though Mama Bear on this side encourages both of you to get some sleep! Sleep is essential (this is definitely a do as I say, not as I do, but my Zopiclone got taken away because it interferes with another of my pills and that was the only surefire thing that helped my insomnia) and you both deserve it! Though I definitely relate to feeling at peace because the rest of the world is off and sleeping so everything’s quiet and lovely and you get to feel like you’re the only one in the world for a little bit so like, that sentence very much resonated with me.

Your mom is amazing to me, honestly! So much kudos to her because I am not the best chef and I think Shoichi would love getting all that homecooked food. While he loves his mom, cooking was never her real strong suit, so your mom might actually succeed in fattening up a bit. Despite you saying they’re really different in a lot of aspects, I can definitely see him and your dad bonding over guitars and music and general and Shoichi makes friends with your dad, for sure! He might actually really look forward to visiting your home (of course because he loves you and every chance to spend time with you is precious to him) but also just to talk to and chill with your dad! I also fully agree that Sho gives you all the space you need to hang out with your friends and I can see him hanging out with the friends that you’re not really super-close to and you being the same with him. He really would appreciate the fact that you even think to let him know where you are and what you’re up to though, just so he doesn’t worry about you.

Sho would actually be super into the fact that you try so hard to learn D&D for him but he’s quick to realize that you have trouble with the really complicated rules of the game, so I think he convinces the group he plays with (him, Spanner, Gokudera, Byakuran, Chikusa, Haru, Longchamp, Fran, Reborn, and sometimes Dino) to run a one-night more simple, one page tabletop rpg campaign that will be a lot easier for you. I’m thinking something like Himbo Treasure Hunt or something silly and fun like that. (Also, yeah, D&D can definitely be complicated, especially depending on how strict your DM is about all the rules and such…the only game I’ve met that was worse in terms of all the rules you have to learn and all the things you have to keep track of was Magic: The Gathering).

Sho not only carries travel-sized Tums with him everywhere, but when your hyperacidity acts up really bad, I think he eventually starts sharing his stomach pills with you because I definitely believe that boy has stomach pills and definitely has a bleeding ulcer by the time Choice rolls around in the future arc. Note because I work in pharmaceuticals and feel it must be said– please don’t share your prescriptions with people. He’s also more than happy to eat all the food you don’t like for you, especially the eggs. (Side note but you don’t know how happy it made me to learn someone else out there hates eggs too because I get treated like a freak for hating them.) Him being treated as your patient for your demonstrations…that he had to get used to at first but he’s so happy to be able to do something to support you and he’s getting paid in kisses, so he actually might feel like he’s winning there. Same with being used as a guinea pig for you playing around with make-up. He gets to see you in those not so modest dresses after all, so who’s really winning there? Him. He feels it’s definitely him, though please never, ever share those photos, the poor boy would die!

Aww, I just honestly loved everything you typed and shared and just, it put a huge smile on my face so thanks again for sharing!!

#i ship this so hard #sho/nix #ah you don't know how happy my friend's self-ships make me #thank you so much

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