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burningtacozombie · 1 year ago

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I know the feeling, babe. adulting doesn’t adult on its own :D

Hey Emma,

You were still sleeping when I left, didn’t wanna wake you up. If you wanna come down the yard, I’ve left the number of a local cab company at the bottom, as well as my cell and Lee’s. She won’t mind if you wanna hang out with her, I’ll be back and forth from there most of the day. Go ask Tyrone next door, he’ll let you borrow his cell. He's cool, you don’t need to be scared of him.

Left you some cash in case you wanna go out and buy anything you might need, I dunno, any stuff that I don’t have here. If you feel up to it, that is. Take Axl with you, a hundred and ten-pound pittie is the best bodyguard you’ll ever have if you feel freaked out about leaving the house. If you head out of here and turn left onto La Brea, then walk down to the crossroads and turn right, there’s a little strip mall. Isn't much, but there’s a few stores there. Left a spare key for you, too.

If you wanna just stay home then no problem, I’ll be back late probably. Gimme a call if you need me, though.

it’s so genuinely adorable how considerate and thoughtful he is at all times. <3 I doubt he woke up that one morning and thought “today is the day I’m gonna take in a severely traumatized person and help them get back on their feet” but damn, he is good at it. I would’ve needed him a couple of times in the past.

aww look at them being besties after only a couple of days <3

Her mouth dried up as she swallowed hard, her heart thundering in her chest, taking another deep breath and stepping out, turning to shut and lock the door behind her.

I know that feeling... you’ll get through this, baby girl.

“Hey yo, that’s Guero’s dog, ain’t it? You his girl, babe?” a man lingering in the doorway of the convenience store asked her as she approached, standing out of the way. “I’m Khalid, this is my store. You can go inside with him, your guy does all the time.”

of course our mans is well known in town. hard to overlook a babe like him. <3

Once back inside, she unclipped Axl’s leash, setting her load down and taking a seat on the couch, smiling to herself. She’d gone out alone, a brave move, she thought, bought what she needed, managed to talk to people, her fear just about under control.

I’m proud of you baby girl, you did so well. it’ll get better every day, you’ll see.

“Well, it’s good to meet you, Emma! An’ lemme tell you, girl. You an improvement on the last one he brought home!” he boomed, lighting up a large blunt as he shifted to get comfortable in his huge armchair. “Bitch looked like one of those Bratz dolls, one that got scribbled all over by a damned toddler with a Sharpie!”

A fine spray of soda left her mouth, Emma feeling bad for finding that quite as funny as she did. “That’s a little cruel!”

“No, it ain’t! Not to you, at least. You’re prettier, and you the upgrade, baby!”

LMAO don’t let him hear you said that. or maybe do, I wanna hear that typical Guero clapback :D :D

“Oh, you want to play, huh? Little sir has designs on tug o’ war?” A rope muffled woof sounded, Emma grasping the other end, Axl bracing as he began to pull back. “Oooh, you furious beast! Listen to those big puppy growls, yes!” she enthused, snorting with laugher when a sudden yank sent her from a kneeling position to flat on the floor, Axl towing her along as she giggled. “Silly boy! Yes, you are!”

aww one could think they’ve known each other for years, Axl is such a good boi and so protective too. I wish Guero had been home to see them like that <3

It might not have been her home either, but she felt at home there, something she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.

I can’t wait to see his reaction when he gets home and walk into a deep-cleaned, well smelling apartment. he’s gonna think he’s in the wrong place lmao. baby girl listen to me, you make that man leave his shoes at the door when he’s back. :D you worked hard, make sure he doesn’t drag god knows what back in haha.

Lost & Found - Chapter Five.

Well, my lovely darlings, since you all seemed so happy to have two updates in one week, I thought we might do this going forward? It'll get the story rolling a little, but if you'd prefer one then please do tell me. It's completely up to you! I hate to feel like I'm bombarding people and want everyone to take their time with reading, but if you are set to devour, then I can make this happen for you since I am almost finished writing it now :) As always, thank you so much for reading, reblogging and reviewing.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four

Words - 3,164

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters.

“Mm, nah. Not yet.” His hand reached out, haphazardly swatting at the screen of his phone until the snooze icon was tapped, Guero needing at least ten more minutes. Then maybe another ten after that. By his own admission, unless it involved either good coffee or sex, he was not much of a morning person at all.

After twenty minutes of snoozing, he finally got up, pulling on a pair of sweats and hunting around for some clean boxers. “Gotta do laundry, gotta go to the market, gotta actually be a proper fucking adult.” he muttered to himself, finding a pair of black Calvins in the drawer, picking up his jeans and a fresh, white t shirt.

Looking over the back of the sofa, he saw the heartwarming sight of Emma and Axl curled up together, his dog’s head rested right below her chin. Pitties; they truly loved to snuggle. After taking a shower, though, he entered the kitchen to find the large dog sat at the back door, tail wagging expectantly. Emma slept on.

After feeding himself and Axl, he felt at somewhat of an impasse over what to do, knowing he had a full day ahead of him with the club, but not really wanting to leave Emma alone either, just in case she panicked. Also, from how much he hated it when someone disturbed him, he didn’t want to wake her. Plus, she needed her rest.

He wrestled with it for a while before making a decision, writing her a note he left on the coffee table with a key and a stack of bills, departing quietly.

It was 12pm before she woke from a long, deep sleep, reaching to stroke Axl, who had stationed himself next to the couch. “Guero?” she called into the emptiness of the house, sitting up quickly, feeling a little scared when it appeared she was there alone. Her eyes located the note upon the table, taking it and feeling calmer as she began to read.

Hey Emma,

If you wanna just stay home then no problem, I’ll be back late probably. Gimme a call if you need me, though.

She smiled as she placed the note back, thinking how lucky she was to have ended up there. He was a good guy, becoming more and more trustworthy to her with every kind action that passed. She felt nervous about the idea of going to the yard, although he’d said Lee would be there and she trusted that she was a good person, too, sitting and thinking for a few moments before going to the bathroom. Axl followed.

She hadn’t paid much mind to it since her arrival, other than noting it could definitely benefit from a good, deep clean. Looking around the space in daylight, though, her notion was solidified. Something to do, yes. This was what she needed to pacify herself, hunting in the cupboards to locate the necessary items.

A tour of the house revealed he had very little in the way of cleaning products, only packets of antibacterial and furniture polish wipes. At least he had a vacuum. A brief look outside yielded the discovery of a lawnmower and a few gardening tools in a small lean-to, Emma heaving them out, ready for later that afternoon.

She felt a plan forming.

Being purposeful had been pretty much her entire life, it was what she was used to, what made her feel settled, to make someone happy with her efforts. Taking the key, she left the cash where it was, not wanting to take his money. She had enough of that, liberating a very large wedge of it prior to her departure from New York.

Taking the stacks of bills from her backpack, she hid them beneath the couch, thinking it risky to leave with that much money, just in case, tucking enough into her pocket while glancing around.

“Okay, where’s your leash, Axl?” she muttered, the dog suddenly springing to his feet, jogging into the kitchen. He returned with a long, brown leather leash, holding it proudly in his mouth, tail wagging as he dropped it at her feet and then sat obediently, tail wagging rapidly. “Oh, you’re such a good boy, yes, little sir.” She clipped it onto the bottom link of the large chain he wore around his neck, picking up the key and swinging her backpack over her shoulder, ready to leave.

When she opened the front door, though, her feet planted, Axl jumping out, turning to sit upon the welcome mat at the other side, viewing her questioningly. Her entire body froze, the individual fibres of her muscles all tightening in protest, fear filling her chest. She felt as if each of her ribs were tightening, tension tinkling from one to the next, as if her fear was playing some kind of haunting melody, her very bones the xylophone.

“Outside bad. No safe person. You can’t go out there.”

It was a big voice to ignore, her natural instinct to remain within the abode that housed her or suffer the consequences. Such had changed greatly since she’d switched east coast for west, but the fear remained fundamental. Breathing deeply, she rocked on her heels, closing her eyes as she attempted to steady her irrational thoughts.

“You can do this. There’s no mafia in Santo Padre. Nobody knows your face here. Come on, you can leave the house. It’s all behind you now.” Her mouth dried up as she swallowed hard, her heart thundering in her chest, taking another deep breath and stepping out, turning to shut and lock the door behind her.

“Hey boo, headin’ for a dog walk, huh?”

She soul almost departed her body at the sudden boom, looking to see the curtains moved, Tyrone sticking his head from the window next door. “He’s just being friendly, it’s okay.” she muttered, taking cautious steps down the driveway, waving as the huge man came better into her view. “Yeah, yeah nice and sunny.”

“S’beautiful day! You and giant puppy have fun, baby. Later!”

“Later.” she parroted quietly, tightening her grip on Axl’s leash, walking slowly to the sidewalk. With every step, she felt her fear thickening, trying to talk herself down from it, her breaths shaky. “He doesn’t have a clue where you are. You did it right this time. There’s no way he’ll ever track you down to here.” The street was quiet, at least, no people walking on it, Emma feeling herself begin to calm with every step she took.

Still, she couldn’t help but keep on looking over her shoulder, her body priming itself to run, although she knew she likely wouldn’t get far. She was much too weak for exertion, suddenly panicking that she was leaving the house on zero energy reserves, worrying if she fainted and had nobody there to help her. Safe person was not around, after all. All she had was his dog.

When La Brea came into view quicker than she expected, she felt relief, especially when the right turn she had to take wasn’t far either, hitting the location of the strip mall sooner than anticipated. There was a convenience store, a little store that seemed to sell a bit of everything, clothes too, fortunately, a drugstore, a salon and a café. Café first, to sate her growling stomach.

They had a few wooden tables and chairs outside, Emma hovering, not seeing anywhere she could tie up Axl securely, knowing she couldn’t take him inside. She was at indecision for a few moments before a friendly looking woman came out, proffering a menu forth.

“I saw you had your doggie with you, thought I’d come to you,” she spoke, readying her small notepad and pen as Emma read the menu.

“Um, can I get a vegetable omelette, toast, hash browns and an orange juice, please?” she asked meekly, drawing her shoulders up, clamping her lips together.

“Sure can, mama. Take a seat, shan’t be long.” She bustled back inside, Emma seating herself at the table with the most shade, feeling her pale skin tingling under the bright sun. It was a little busier on the people front than her walk down there, her nerves skittering once more, especially when people stopped to pet Axl.

“Yo, that dog is dope!” A guy who was almost ninety percent tattooed spoke as he approached, holding out his hand for Axl to sniff before scratching his head. “How old is he?”

“Um, I-I don’t know. H-he belongs to my friend,” she stammered nervously, sliding her chair back as her hands tightened on Axl’s leash. The dog read the situation, picking up on her fear and shuffling back with her, sitting on her feet while letting out a small, low growl of warning.

“Woah, he’s protective! Badass guard dog!” He smiled friendlily before continuing down the street, Emma letting out the breath she’d been holding, leaning to kiss the soft, velvety spot atop Axl’s head.

“Thank you.” she whispered, scratching under his chin, Axl basking in her affection as he panted softly. Much to her delight, her food was with her quickly, Emma savouring every mouthful, leaving a few bills under the plate and continuing along.

“No. He’s uh, my f-friend.” she spoke shyly, entering the store, Khalid nodding before moving to behind the counter while she grabbed a basket and loaded up. Food, cleaning products, sponges, cloths, she filled up her basket, Khalid ringing it all up and taking a piece of jerky from the tub on the counter.

“On me, for the big guy.” he said, nodding at Axl. She fed him his treat and paid, lifting her laden backpack onto her back before they continued on. The store that seemed to sell a little of everything luckily had most of what she needed, albeit all a little cheap in quality, it was better than nothing. She bought a couple of cotton dresses, some cut offs, t shirts, vest tops, flip flops and undies, moving along to the drugstore.

Face wash, moisturiser, razors, soap, shampoo and conditioner, sunscreen, a hairbrush and some hair bands, as well as a box of tampons since her period was imminent, deodorant and some sweetly scented body mist were bought, her arms laden with bags, her backpack full to the brim. It was a good job she didn’t have far to walk back, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on her, hurrying as fast as she could.

She had no idea if she’d come to call the town home, but it was a good first proper day there if nothing else. After everything she’d been through, she deserved a few good days to come her way. With the warmth of her accomplishment lighting a little fire beneath her, she used it as extra channelling to attack her tasks at hand with gusto. Not that she would undertake them with anything less.

With Axl set up on the porch, lying on the smooth concrete with his water dish and toys close by, she began her first job, using the weed whacker to take the top off the long grass before attacking it with the mower. She’d just finished raking up everything when there was a familiar shout from the window.

“Hey boo!” A large arm followed the even larger voice, Tyrone grasping a can of soda. “Come get a lil’ sip! Damned hot out there and you bustin’ a fuckin’ hump!”

Placing the rake down, she ventured across, remembering Guero’s words in his note, about Tyrone being cool. He’d given no indication he was anything but to her either, seemingly a perfectly friendly man. She’d say harmless, but at his sheer size, she wouldn’t like to get on his wrong side.

“Thanks, Tyrone.” Taking the can from him, she opened it, glugging back a few mouthfuls.

“S’what’s your name? I might just keep on callin’ you boo, though. Annoy the hell outta fuckboy!”

Supressing the urge to burp, she held her hand to her mouth. “Emma.”

A fine spray of soda left her mouth, Emma feeling bad for finding that quite as funny as she did. “That’s a little cruel!”

“No, it ain’t! Not to you, at least. You’re prettier, and you the upgrade, baby!”

She didn’t correct him, thanking him for the soda before getting back to her task. Once everything was done, it was time to start the inside. Laundry first. Separating lights from darks, the lights went in first, Emma humming contentedly to herself. Just over an hour, which meant while she waited, she could get the kitchen deep cleaned. It wasn’t grubby, per se, but definitely what could be constituted as single man clean.

Pulling on the rubber gloves she’d bought, she decided to start with the oven. The hobs were a little dusty, but other than that it was pristine. She guessed from lack of use if his statement that he feared poisoning her with pasta was anything to go by.

Spraying the sink and draining board down, she got them sparkling, doing the dishes in the sink, looking around to check for a dishwasher. None found. It was a small kitchen, after all. She could see the downside in that it would take up more space than the utility of it offset. Once all counters and cupboards had been thoroughly cleaned, she began with the floor, shooing Axl back into the lounge and closing the door, not wanting him to taint his paws with disinfectant.

The tiles were perhaps the worst part of the entire room, Emma working the brush in circles, the water hot against her hands even through the layer of yellow rubber. Pine-scented steam rose, each tile beginning to shed its film of dirt beneath her toil.

“You better make sure every fuckin’ square inch of that floor is clean, or I’ll make you clean it again, with your goddamned toothbrush. You hear?”

The rapid flash of the memory left almost as soon as it had arrived, yet Emma swore she could feel the press of his fingertips against her skull from when he’d held her face to the floor. A sharp intake of breath returned her truly, the flashback fading back to the dark recess of her brain from where it had been stirred, like a phantom cowering once more from the goodness of light.

“It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.” Her repetition made it no truer in that part of her brain, though, deep within the crevice where the trauma lurked. While she was gone from Staten Island, her escape so far successful, her mind was still there, she realised, her chest working overtime to deliver air to her tightened lungs.

A change of location might not so easily free the stranglehold upon her mind, she realised, so many years of acting a certain way, out of fear of punishment, or worse. Much worse. Hugging her knees to her chest, she rested her head on her forearms, waiting for the calm to seep through the bleak horizon of her turmoil. The dawn had to break eventually for her.

Her cleaning continued, wiping up the water again with the aid of a large sponge, the whole place sparkling. After placing the white wash into the dryer, she put the darks in before moving onto the lounge. While making some kind of order out of the chaos in her mind might’ve been too far off yet, she certainly got stuck into turning the lounge into something resembling a semblance of organisation.

A time for rest was taken, truly no rest at all since Axl danced in front of her, proffering a rope toy he wished to engage her with.

Her antics with said silly boy ended, Axl moving instead to chew upon the large bone that honestly looked like an entire lower half of a cow’s leg, Emma returning to her tasks. Once finished, she sat down for a break, sipping on a milky coffee while watching an old episode of Full House. While laughing at the antics of the Tanner family, she looked around the space, only the bathroom and bedroom to tackle, feeling proud of her accomplishments so far.

It might have been the routine she was used to, thus bringing her a feeling of soothing, but it was nice to do it because she wanted to for once, rather than it being required of her. It might not have been her home either, but she felt at home there, something she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.

#this was a great chapter #emma did so well all on her own #flashbacks are to be expected obviously but she handled them well #I'm really curious for guero's reaction when he comes home #guero #mayans mc #mayans fx

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simpforrooster · 2 years ago

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howdy, darlin'

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader

Reader and Jake find themselves sharing a hotel room for Phoenix's wedding.

A/N: ah yes my friends. a slight enemies to lovers with a one bed/room trope. this one is def going to have a part 2.

"You can't be serious." You couldn't have heard the clerk correctly. You called and booked weeks ago. No. Months ago. As soon as Phoenix told you the wedding date. There is no way they don't have you booked.

"Jake Seresin. Check again." You hear to your right. Dread washes through you. Ugh. The gorgeous blonde you love to trade insults with.

"Sir, I don't have you on the books. We do have one queen room left, you are welcome to it."

Jake rolls his eyes, and before he can reply, you look at your clerk. "I need that room."

Jake turns towards you and gives you one of those cocky smirks. "Well, howdy, darlin'. Didn't expect to see you here."

"Save it, Bagman. I'm her best friend. Of course I'm here." You turn your attention to the clerk. "Gimme that room."

Jake's eyes go wide, and he faces back to the lady helping him, who absolutely seems to be under his spell.

"Well, I do believe I was here first. What say you give me that room." Jake leans his chin on his hand, giving the girl a heart stopping smile. It takes everything in you not to make a comment.

The clerks exchange a glance, neither wanting to touch this with a ten-foot-pole. They don't even know the two of you, and even they can tell you can't stand one another.

"Let's flip for it," Jake suggests, turning back towards you.

"Can't you just stay with the bridesmaid you're going to end up taking home after the rehearsal?"

Jake smirks. "You're the only single one." This gets an eyeroll out of you.

"Let's just share it, we're both adults. We need a place to stay, before they give the room to someone else."

"I'll need a credit card, ma'am," your clerk says.

"Pay the man," you tell Jake. Jakes gives you a long onceover, but he doesn't put up a fight. He pulls out his credit card and lays it on the counter.

"You owe me, Darlin'," he murmurs, giving you a wink, and for the first time, that wink sends your stomach aflutter.

***

"One bed?!" you screech after the two of you finally get up to the room.

"Did you not hear her say 'queen room'?" Jake rolls his eyes. "Did you expect a room fit for The Queen? Obviously, I am sleeping on the floor."

You shake your head. "You paid for the room, I'll sleep on the floor."

"You're insulting my southern hospitality. Trust me, my mama raised a gentleman, for the most part." He smirks and throws in a wink. "Sleep in the fucking bed, please."

Knowing the argument was over, you toss your suitcase onto the bed. As you unpack the weekend's dresses to hang in the closet, you feel Jake's eyes on you. A blush falls across your cheeks. How in the world are you going to handle being in this small room with him. Especially with him looking at you like this. He's never given you this look before.

"Why don't you like me?" Jake asks, pulling you from your thoughts. He's reclined back in the one lone chair in the room. His arms rest on his stomach, fingers interlaced. His eyes trail up and down your body again. A small smirk sits on his face. "Come on, it's obvious."

"I don't not like you, Hangman. I don't want to get caught up in your world, is all."

He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "What do you mean my world? Military guys don't do it for you?"

"I couldn't care less about you being in the military. My dad is and he and my mother have a great relationship. I'm talking about your cycle of girls."

Hurt flashes across his face. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. You're not my type anyway." Jake doesn't say anything more, and heads into the restroom. The shower turns on a few seconds later.

It's your turn to feel hurt. Of course you're his type. You're breathing.

***

"Jake has been mean mugging every guy who's wanted to talk to you tonight," Phoenix tells you. The formalities of the rehearsal were over, and y'all were onto the drinking portion of the night, in the hotel bar.

You immediately filled your friend in on everything as soon as you saw her. Phoenix has always maintained that Jake has the biggest crush on you.

"He's probably thrilled to have you all to himself," she adds.

"Don't you have a fiancé you could go talk to you?" you lightly push her shoulder, eliciting a laugh from her.

"I do, and I am trying to work on getting you one. Come on, I'm telling you, Seresin is in love with you."

"Bob!!" you call out, causing a few people to look over at the two of you. "I need you to come get your fiancé, please!"

Bob comes over after finishing his conversation with Maverick, grinning as he takes in his fiancé. She does look beautiful in her short white dress, having decided on the one with the big bow on the back. She mentioned wanting something "girly" since Bob sees her in her flight suit 99% of the time.

"I can't believe you're going to be Mrs. Floyd tomorrow," he tells her, pulling her back against his chest, placing kisses all over her face. "She trying to play matchmaker again with Mr. Seresin?"

You nod. "Always."

Bob takes Phoenix off, and your heart longs for what they have. It's not that you're dying to get married, or anything. That can wait. You just want a Bob. A partner in crime. A constant. Someone who knows your Starbucks order, and can quote your favorite movie with you.

You know that man isn't a Hangman. He isn't the relationship type. He's the one you have fun with. The one you bring home to piss off your parents. Which is why most of what comes from your mouth is abrasive when it comes to him.

"Come dance with me," a gruff voice says into your ear. Jake's hand finds its way into yours, and he pulls you out onto the makeshift dance floor in the bar.

Jake expertly pushes you across the dance floor, and the alcohol has finally made it's way into your head, causing you to feel a little lighter.

"I didn't think I was your type," you quip. "That really hurt my feelings, you know." You don't mean for that to slip out.

He is quick with his response. "Well you hurt mine, so we're even."

The two of you sway to an old love song, neither of you speaking. Jake keeps his green eyes on yours, and the intensity of his stare almost knocks you off your feet.

"I bet Phoenix is loving this, she thinks you like me," you giggle. Uh oh. A giggle and you're spilling secrets. You've got to get out of here and back up to your room.

Where Jake will follow you back to. Because of the shared room.

Jake doesn't acknowledge what you said. "Rooster is going to let me bunk with him tonight. I wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong impression of you being caught up in my cycle of women."

Jake twirls you one more time, and leaves you alone on the floor.

What game is he playing??

masterlist.

#jake hangman x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #hangman imagine #hangman fic #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x oc #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #topgun fic #topgun imagine

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred. He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window. And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day. Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly. "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone. He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern. “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology.

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid. Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was. A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that. And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant. When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that? I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly. His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you? You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’. You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll. I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier. Is that what you want, sweetheart? To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away. “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them. “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt? Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly. He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again. The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace. "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak. But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women! And you know what I love most? Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you. All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for. Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled. “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming? Shit," he moaned. "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs. "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh? Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right. Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby? Wanna be my little slut? Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real. But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that. He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed. “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are. But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest. Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously. "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air. "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp. "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible. Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced. They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them. "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste. Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah? Wanna get knocked up? You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley. Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence. It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain. "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body. Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt. “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

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misora-msby · 4 years ago

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embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together.

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying!

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!”

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?”

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side.

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.”

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.”

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.”

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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omg mean mr. park trying so hard not to give ballet!y/n special treatment that he goes too hard in the other direction and makes her cry!!!! and he’s like well i can’t fix it here in front of all these people what do i do what do i do

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! except uhhhhhh jimin’s a little scary in this one not going to lie <3

➺ wordcount: 3.6k

➺ what to expect; “and take those goddamn leg warmers off.”

➺ optional readings: one; two; three; four

➺ note; this has been one of the hoTTest requests for a long time which doesn’t make any sense to me because whenever i get asked to write about this specific scenario i’m like?? you?? you WANT me to make y/n cry???? also i hope u don’t mind but i changed ur original request just a teensy bit because i didn’t want y/n to have to cry in front of everyone again otherwise she’s just going to be known as the class cry-baby and we should at least give her a tiny crumb of dignity

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jimin… is getting soft.

which isn’t super great because he feels like his reputation as scary strict ballet instructor is going to go down the drain and disappear forever if he keeps going on like this

it’s not like he can help himself when his girlfriend is one of his students

(which… is still a secret, by the way. the two of you are surprisingly very good at keeping things somewhat professional. teamwork makes the dream work, right?)

the other day in class he literally had to pinch his arm to remind himself to stOP looking at you so fondly

he caught himself in the mirror with this dumb little smile on his face and his eyes all bright and twinkly as he watched you dance

and it certainly didn’t help that you smiled back at him before wiggling your brows knowingly

he can’t do things like that!

he has to be more careful!!

he has to toughen up!

he has to take a stand!

he’s going to have to pull out the big guns to prove to everyone that no, i don’t have any favourites, and no, i’m certainly not romantically attracted and in a very real relationship with one of you, not at all!

it just feels like no one really takes him seriously anymore??

especially after he gave all of you guys individual roses on valentine’s day

sometimes he thinks that maybe that was a little extra of him but he did genuinely feel bad about keeping you guys here when you could’ve been out spending the night with your significant others

anyways

his point is

he thinks that everyone is starting to fear him less and less with every passing day and he just can’t have that

and it doesn’t help that yoU very openly don’t take him that seriously in class because then everyone sees that as their opportunity to not take him seriously as well

it’s like suddenly you’ve labeled yourself as the ringleader of this circus and now he’s just one of your clowns

that’s not the way things should be!!!

hE’S the ringleader of this stupid ballet circus!!!!

the other week when he announced that your guys’ break would be over in approximately thirty seconds, you just turned around to look at him with big, pleading eyes and: “can’t we have five extra minutes of break time, mr. park? please?” and obviously he couldn’t say no to that because of your dumb stupid pretty googly eyes

and he thought that that would be the worst of it but nO

he was very wrong

because it got worse

people are starting to show up in sweatpants and hoodies instead of leotards and chiffon skirts and if there’s anything he hates the moSt on this planet, it’s people who don’t dress for the part

he hated watching all of you prancing around the room wearing grubby HOODIES

disgusting!!!

you can wear whatever you want outside of class, but he likes to think that he’s made it relatively clear that once you are in the confines of his classroom, the standards are higher than the heavens above

so, yes

he’s decided that today is going to be the day he grabs the reins and takes control once more

today’s break will be ten minutes and ten minutes only - with no extensions!

if he has to yell at someone today for messing up a move, you bet your ass he’s going to do just that - show no mercy!

he’s mr. park!

he’s in charge!

“i’m in charge.” jimin mutters to himself as he stands outside the classroom door

he nods firmly to himself before pushing the door open

“alright, ladies! let’s get ready to do some warm up exercises…” jimin announces loudly as soon as he steps into the classroom, a couple of the girls rushing to get up from the ground (it’s nice to see that some of you are still scared of him)

he pushes his sunglasses up to the top of his head when he notices that you’re continuing to gab away in the corner with lisa and the others

“uh, hello?” he clears his throat and you turn to look over your shoulder

“oh! hold up, mr. park, i’m almost done telling my story. so as i was saying-“ you turn back to the girls and jimin frowns

see?

this is exactly what he was talking about

when he used to walk into the classroom everyone would immediately get into neat rows of four

and now?

there are five girls who are lined up

five girls out of TWENTY

jimin pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he approaches you slowly, “miss y/l/n, i mean it.“ he warns, his grip tightening around his iced coffee, “finish your conversation now, please.”

he raises a brow when you flat out ignore him and he notices lisa reaching over to smack your kneecap before subtly gesturing upwards to him

he doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose but you’re really starting to push it

your shoulders drop as you let out a sigh and you turn around to look at him

“well?”

you frown and your lips twist

“yeah, whatever- just gimme one more second, okay?“ you dismiss him with a flick of your wrist anD a roll of your eyes and his jaw drops in surprise

wha-

did you just-

did you-

did you just… flick your wrist at him?

and roll your eyes?

…

who exactly do you think you are?

jimin turns on his heel to go over to the cabinets that he usually puts his bag and his jacket in

he shakes his head and chuckles darkly to himself as the image of you flicking your wrist and rolling your eyes at him plays over and over again in his mind

are you serious?

did you actually do that to him?

in front of everyone?

wow

you really grew a pair since your ‘i’m 100% attracted to park jimin and i would love to sit on his face’ days, no?

what, you think that just because he’s your boyfriend that you get to get away with stunts like that?

how dare you!

outside of the classroom, yes, he’s your boyfriend, and yes, you can flick your wrist and roll your eyes at him all you want

but inside of the classroom?

jimin’s grip tightens around the edge of the cabinet door

absolutely fucking not.

the cabinet doors slam shut with a loud bang! and a couple of girls let out yelps of surprise at the sudden noise, “everyone get in line right now!”

your neck nearly snaps off from how quickly you turn to look and your eyes widen when you suddenly see everyone scrambling to get off the ground and to get in line

seriously??

you were almost done with your story :-//

you frown to yourself before getting up off the ground (and taking your time in doing so, because your knees are a little creaky this morning)

((you chose to snack on some crackers and dip instead of stretching before class because as far as you’re concerned, snacking is way more fun than stretching))

“y/n, let’s go-!“ lisa hisses and grabs your arm before dragging you up towards the front where you guys usually stand

“oh, would you relax?” you snort as you make your way to the front before moving into first position

you turn your head to let out a quiet yawn before turning back to face the front to see jimin looking directly at you

“am i boring you this afternoon, miss y/l/n?” he crosses his arms and you shrug sloppily in response

jimin tilts his head, “can you use your words like a normal human being, please?”

you let out a sigh and resist the urge to roll your eyes at him again

he’s so uptight today!!

he was fine this morning before you left to go to class

what’s his problem??

“no, sir.” you raise a brow, “you’re not boring me. are you going to spend the rest of the class asking me questions or are we actually going to learn something today?”

in your peripheral vision you see lisa’s eyelids flutter shut and her head lower a little bit

what?

that was a genuine question!

it was supposed to be a joke???

tough crowd today lol

everyone can practically feel the tension in the air when jimin doesn’t immediately respond and instead glares at you with nothing but pure rage behind his brown eyes

“would you like to say that again, miss y/l/n?”

“oh, would you look at that? another question for me.” you chuckle lightly and look around at your peers to see if anyone else is cracking a smile

but everyone’s looking at you with wide eyes filled with what you can only make out to be complete and utter… is that fear?

even seulgi shakes her head no when the two of you lock gazes

???

what is going on today???

you turn back around and jump in surprise when you realize that jimin is now standing directly in front of you

and for the first time in a long time, you’re starting to feel a little nervous

you shift uncomfortably in your position and make an effort to stand up a little straighter

maybe you should-

“get out of my classroom.” jimin speaks lowly and your eyes widen in surprise

…

what?

“i-i’m sorry, sir?” you stammer before shaking your head, “i don’t unders-“

“get the hell out of my classroom, miss y/l/n!” he snaps before taking a step back and tilting his head at you, “and take those goddamn leg warmers off. do you think anyone at the academy is going to take you seriously if you show up to an audition with bright blue, fuzzy leg warmers with sheep all over them?”

oh god

okay

he’s not kidding

this isn’t funny anymore

“n-no sir, of course not-!” you shake your head quickly before bending down to yank your leg warmers off, “i-i’m not- i would never show up to an audition wearing these-”

you stumble over a little as you struggle to pull them off and lisa quickly reaches out to help you stay balanced

“can’t even keep yourself up on one foot without falling over, huh?” jimin scoffs before crossing his arms, “what, did you just sit on your ass for the entirety of quarantine?”

“of course not, mr. park.” you swallow thickly and shake your head again as you get back up onto your feet, tossing the leg warmers to the side, “i’m so sorry, sir.”

and just when you think you’re in the clear-

“don’t be sorry, just be ready.” jimin snaps and you feel your entire face flush bright red, “now get out. miss kang, can you move up to the front please?”

you’re not even bothered by the fact that you’ve just been replaced by seulgi

you’re more bothered by the fact that he just used his phrase on you

don’t be sorry

just be ready

don’t be sorry, just be ready

that’s his phrase and he’s never once used it on you in the entire time that he’s taught you

he only uses that phrase when someone messes up really bad

and one thing you can say for sure is you very rarely mess up in class

he only uses that phrase when he’s angry!!!

“by the way, let this be an example to the rest of you, hm?” jimin paces up and down the front of the classroom slowly, everyone standing up as straight as pins as they look ahead, “every single one of you has been slacking immensely as of late and i won’t have it. the next person who shows up to my class wearing sweatpants and a dirty hoodie - well, i’m sure you’ll be comfortable out in the hallway. or maybe you’ll be comfortable not coming back to my class ever again.”

you lean over a little to peek over at jimin but quickly get back in line when he turns around

“miss y/l/n, i think i asked you to leave, did i not? i’m not going to ask you again.”

you jump when you feel seulgi tap on your shoulder from behind and she smirks at you in the mirror

“y-yes, mr. park.” your voice gives out halfway through and you turn on your heel to manoeuvre your way through the other girls to get to the door

“now that that’s been taken care of, this is what we’re going to do today…”

you shut the door behind you quietly

to say the least, that was…

humiliating!

sure, jimin’s always been a little (very) strict, but that was just plain mean

he yelled at you AND he kicked you out!

and you don’t think he’s ever been so harsh with any of the other girls before

you’ve seen him yell at the other girls but this felt more like a personal attack instead of criticism on dancing like it usually is

and you always thought he liked your leg-warmers

:-(

…

uh-oh

it doesn’t take very long for your nose to prickle and your eyes to start welling up with tears

you sit down on the bench and your chin starts to tremble as you think about what just happened

oh no

and now you’re going to cry?!

oh god

okay

no!

you can’t cry right now!

what if he comes out??

and sees you crying??

you cannOT cry in front of mr. park right now

the last time you cried in front of him was when you twisted your ankle but at least you had an excuse to cry because you were in physical pAIN

emotional pain is not the same as physical pain and therefore cannot be used as a legitimate excuse to start blubbering

you are not a cry-baby!!

your nose scrunches as you try your best not to let out a whimper and you blink quickly in an effort to make the tears go away but one single tear ends up rolling down your cheek

you reach up to swipe the back of your hand against your chin before putting your arms back down

what are you supposed to do now?

you sniffle before leaning your head against the wall and crossing your arms

whatever

if you have to stay out here for the rest of class, you’re just going to take a nap and try noT to think about mean mr. park

♡

“y/n… you feel someone shaking you gently and you shoot up from where you’re leaning against the wall

“wh- what-“ your voice is a little raspy from your sad-nap, “i wasn’t asleep-!”

you relax a little when you see that it’s just lisa

you take a quick glance around to see that everyone’s packing their bags, so it’s safe to assume that class is done for the day

“mr. park wants to talk to you.” lisa whispers and glances back towards the classroom door, “by the way- you were a real idiot in there, you know that?”

“oh, god.” you reach up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “i know, i know! i don’t- i mean, i didn’t think he was going to kick me out-“

“hey, y/n! smooth move today-“ you’re cut off when suddenly seulgi pops up behind lisa and you can’t help but frown at how pleased she looks with these conditions, “thanks for handing your status as favourite student over to me on a silver platter!”

“can it, seulgi.” lisa scowls before shoving her gently

“the view was super great from the front.” she whistles, “mr. park is a lot hotter up close.”

you’ve never considered yourself to be a violent person, but…

you would give an arm and a leg just to strangle seulgi for a good five minutes <3

lisa rolls her eyes and turns back to look at you, “good luck in there though, for real. you… you were real ballsy today.”

yikes

it takes you approximately one minute to muster up the courage to knock on the classroom door

you press your lips together tightly as your fist hovers over the surface of the door

just knock!

it’s not hard

just move your hand

you squeeze your eyes shut before tapping your knuckles against the door in three short beats

“come in.”

you swallow your nerves before pushing the handle down and opening the door slowly with a creak

okay

it’s fine!

you’re fine

class is over, which means mean mr. park is gone and nice boyfriend jimin is here, right?

…right??

you cautiously poke your head into the room

jimin’s busy packing up as well but his back is facing you which makes you feel a little better because if you’d opened the door and he was standing there staring directly at you, you probably would’ve immediately burst into tears

your poor sheep leg warmers are crumpled pathetically in the same spot where you tossed them

maybe you should just grab your leg warmers and run for the hills

“you… wanted to… see me?” you clear your throat and freeze when jimin turns his head to look over his shoulder

“yes, i did. shut the door and come here.”

okay, well

there goes your chance to run for the hills

you’re basically traPPEd in here now

you hesitantly shut the door behind you and you feel your heart starting to beat a little harder in your chest as you make your way over to the middle of the room

you keep your gaze downwards as jimin stands in front of you and you clasp your hands in front of you, twiddling your thumbs nervously

a moment of silence ticks by and you want nothing more than for the ground to cave and just swallow you up entirely

“you know why i had to do that, right?”

“because we’re… da…ting?” you offer weekly before lifting your head up to look at him

jimin scoffs before shaking his head, “no. you blatantly disrespected me in front of your peers, that’s why i kicked you out. your attitude today was completely unacceptable. completely.”

oop

okay

it appears that your theory about mean mr. park disappearing as soon as class ended was incorrect

to be fair… he is right

you have to admit that maybe you let the fact that you guys are dating cloud your judgement a little

obviously he’s not going to show you special treatment in class just because of that

you feel your insides twist when the realization sinks in that you were… kind of an asshole today

and you pride yourself on being a good student!

you immediately drop your head once more as your cheeks flush in shame, “yes, mr. park. i’m… i’m sorry for my poor behaviour today, sir. i disrespected you in your classroom and it won’t happen again.”

“it better not.” jimin nods, “apology accepted, miss y/l/n.”

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously

you’re not… too sure what you’re supposed to say now

you hear jimin let out a sigh before he speaks up again, “i’m… your boyfriend, which i know makes things a little confusing, but… you can’t act like that when we’re in class, y/n.” he hooks a finger under your chin before tilting your head up, “just because we’re dating doesn’t give you an excuse to act like a prick, baby.”

“i know. i’m sorry.” you respond meekly and nod in understanding

jimin’s eyes soften when he notices you starting to get teary-eyed

!!!!

now he’s starting to feel bad!!!

he’ll admit that maybe he was a little harsher than usual and it was probably a little more than embarrassing being called out like that in front of your peers, but he had to what he had to do!

you flicked your wrist at him!

and rolled your eyes!

double whammy!

“y/n…”

“i thought you liked my leg warmers.” you whimper quietly and jimin snorts in response

that’s what you’re getting upset about??

your leg warmers??

“why are you- why are you laughing??” you whine when he begins to giggle softly and you reach up to wipe at your falling tears (though now you can’t tell if they’re tears of sadness anymore because the sound of jimin’s giggling never fails to put you in a better mood), “you were the ones who chose these dumb sheep ones for me to wear today so h-how am i supposed to feel when you-“

“oh my god, you moron-” jimin immediately tugs you in for a hug and props his chin up on the top of your head, “i do like your leg warmers! they’re really cute!”

“that’s not how it seemed-” you sniffle as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around him

“it was the only way i knew to show you that i was being serious!”

“you know how i feel about my leg warmers-!” you pull away with a pout and jimin quickly leans down to plant his lips against yours (mainly to shut you up about your leg warmers, but also to make u feel a little better)

he gives you a couple of sweet pecks before reaching up to cup your cheeks in his hands, “will pizza for dinner tonight make you forgive me for insulting your precious leg warmers, silly girl?” jimin hums as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs before leaning down to nudge his nose against yours affectionately

“…throw in some dessert and i’ll think about it.”

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bruhlsbees · 3 years ago

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summary: reader starts her first day at the paper and receives a big break

pairing: niki lauda x fem!reader

word count: 2,116

warnings: n/a

a/n: okay y'all i told you i would be writing something niki related after i finished watching rush and here it is! first chapter will be posted sometime this week - as always lemme know if you want to be on the taglist and if you have any other niki lauda writing ideas pls send them my way!!

You knew you should have taken your car into the shop before your first day on the job. The smoke from the engine was seeping out of the sides on the hood and you could smell the burning of whatever it was that was heating up. That’s what you get though for thinking a Ford Cortina was the best choice of car.

Thankfully you managed to pull into the lot before your car wheezed to death. Pushing your foot down on the break, you held your breath as your foot went down, down, down - the car not slowing. The breaks were shit, the engine was shit, what about your car wasn’t shit? Glancing over at the dashboard, sitting in the middle, was the hula dancer your friend gave you before you left to take the job. That, that wasn’t shit.

When your car finally came to a stop, you cut the engine and pulled your keys out, leaning back in the seat as you stared ahead of you at the building. It was an old car garage that had been turned into a paper company. The main waiting room was turned into the secretary and front room while the garage had been turned into the news room where the reporters worked. It was fitting for what the paper’s beat was.

Looking over towards the passenger seat, you reached into the box that had your belongings and pulled out the newspaper clipping of the job offer.

RACING STRIPES NEWSPAPER IS LOOKING FOR NEW REPORTERS TO COVER THE UPCOMING FORMULA RACE SEASON - NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED

Not to boost your own ego, but you knew it wouldn’t be hard to get the job. With your four years of experience under your best and bachelor’s degree in Journalism, they’d be a fool to turn you away, especially if they were so desperate. You knew how to work in a room full of men, you’ve done it all your career so far - working in a room full of men eager to cover the next formula racing gossip, now that was the challenge.

If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t too proud to be working for The Racing Stripes Co. They had a reputation of causing more trouble than they did good and hardly followed any journalistic ethics. You needed the money though, and getting in the middle of formula racing meant your name being shown. Maybe it was a little ridiculous, but as a woman - getting your name out there and showing men that you could do their job just as good, if not better, was what you aimed for.

So you found The Racing Stripes ad in the paper, gave them a call, got an interview, and hired on the spot. Today was your first day and you were going in guns blazing.

Opening the driver side door, you pushed the door open and grabbed your box of belongings before standing up, pulling your suede pants down a bit and shutting the door shut. Turning towards the building, you let out a deep breath before making your way across the lot and into the main waiting room.

The bell that was above the door rang when you pushed it open, smiling weakly as the older woman looked up from her desk, grinning towards you.

“Well, well, you must be the new reporter?” Standing up, she extended her hand out to shake. You quickly shuffled your box into your other hand, extending your right out to shake her’s, “I’m Regina, but please, call me Gina, all the boys around here do.”

Watching her step out from her desk, she pulled down her skirt a bit and tugged her sweater around her before looking you up and down, “Pants girl, huh? I would’ve taken you for the dress type.” She commented before walking towards the side door that led out to the garage.

Taken back, you opened your mouth and looked down at your own attire: loose flower blouse, suede pants, and dull heels. You thought you looked nice, maybe you were underdressed? When you looked up and realized she wasn’t there, you quickly rushed after her, catching the door before it shut in your face and into the garage, scanning the room at the desks that were lined up, voices talking over voices as some men screamed into the phone, scribbling notes down on loose leaf pieces of paper.

“Newcomer? Nah, we don’t know him. We only cover well-known faces - whoever this Lowdo person is, we don't know him, we ain’t coverin him...no I don’t wanna hear it, gimme a better name and then we’ll talk...fine, fine, I’ll see what the boss says, but don’t expect anything!”

When the phone slammed down and the man stood up, you tried to pull your attention away as Gina stopped at the empty desk, smiling towards you.

“Well, this is you. You’ll be across from David. He was the newest reporter before you,” She turned to David who was busy typing at his typewriter, not paying much attention to you as you sat your box of belongings down at the desk, “David, be good to her. It’s not everyday we get a lady around the journal.”

Before you could start getting your things out, you glanced over at Gina who seemed to linger. Raising an eyebrow, you felt her hands grab your arm, pulling you towards the back, “Before you get settled, I should probably let the boss know you’re here. He might have a story already lined up for you.”

You managed to snake your arm out of her grasp, trailing behind her as she went into the office first, the room filled heavily with smoke and the scent of cigars. Coughing, you waved the heavy smoke out of your face, shaking your head as you adjusted to the scent.

“Boss? It’s the new girl, she’s here.” Gina explained, stepping to the side to let you come in more. Standing beside Gina, your mouth twitched into a smile, looking ahead of you at your new boss - Hank Fezzold. He was a bigger gentleman, with a thick black mustache that drooped over his upper lip, his balding hair combed to one side, and a fat cigar hanging from his lips.

He seemed to take his time wrapping up with whatever it was he was doing. Finishing the cigar before crushing the rest of it into the ashtrap, clearing his throat and looking up at you and Gina.

“So, first day, huh?” You nodded and clasped your hands behind you, waiting for him to continue. He hummed in thought before looking at his desk, going through his papers, “Well, I imagine you know what the job entails? It’s not ethical, as I know you had mentioned in your interview, but it pays well and I think you can mind the code of ethics for a crisp bill, wouldn’t you say?”

You stifled a laughed and nodded, “I’m aware of the job, Mr. Fezzold - if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, staring at one another before Gina finally stepped in, clearing her throat, “Well, Mr. Fezzold, if that’s all, I’m sure she’d like her story so she can get started, yes?”

Mr. Fezzold stared at you for a moment longer before finally nodding, “Yes, well, suppose you’re right, Gina. We are about to have our morning brief so you’ll get assigned a piece then, yes?”

You nodded once, mumbling a ‘yes sir’ before turning and heading out of the office, making your way back to your desk to get whatever you could out before the morning brief began.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You weren’t sure what to expect exactly when the morning brief began. At your old job, things were relatively hectic, but at least there was order. The Racing Stripes lived up to their reputation - messy, unordered, and pure chaos.

Everyone was screaming over one another from their desks, holding up papers of notes that they had gathered to try and convince Mr. Fezzold why they should cover the story they came up with. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, groaning at how loud the room was, the walls of the garage echoing. Mr. Fezzold seemed to have enough as well, slamming his fist against the desk that he was seated at.

“Enough! Bloody Mary, with this eagerness just to get a story going, you’d think you’d already have it all covered! I don’t give a damn if it’s been covered already, just get the fucking content out and we will work from there. We don’t know a single thing about this season yet, so gather what we can get and we’ll decide from there.”

It was the man from earlier who raised his hand, the one that you overheard on the phone. When Mr. Fezzold nodded for him to speak, frustrated by his sudden politeness, the man stood up and cleared his throat.

“I got a call earlier today, Mr. Fezzold, someone going on about some newcomer from Austria, Niko Laudo? I think that’s his name...they think he’s going to be an important figure this season, want us to cover him. I told them that we don’t cover nobodies, Sir, but I said I’d let you know about it.”

The room erupted in laughs, thinking it was crazy for the man to even suggest it. You didn’t see what the big deal was - newcomers often had more stories than known ones since they’re new and still getting their story out. Nobody seemed to want to take the story, and you thought maybe - maybe, this could be your big break.

Standing up, you cleared your throat to gain everyone’s attention, although that didn’t seem to work. Everyone was still laughing and teasing the man who pitched the idea, saying that he should take it if he’s so obsessed with the man. You bit your tongue, hoping that maybe you’d get a brief second of silence to finally tell them that you would take it. But it never came.

Finally having enough, you sighed and took a deep breath, “HEY!” You yelled over the men, watching as they all fell in silence, mouths gaped at the sudden outburst that came from you. Sighing, you cleared your throat and adjusted your posture, standing up, “I’ll take it. In my experience, you get a fresh face and they’ll give you double the stories of what you’re already getting from a big shot. Whoever this Niko Laudo man is, I’m sure the guy is right, maybe he is going to make a name for himself.”

Mr. Fezzold leaned back in his chair, taking a long drag from his new cigar before exhaling the smoke from his nose. With the cigar in between his index and middle finger, he shook it at you, a smirk toying on his lips.

“You got guts kid, I’ll give you that. But you’re new to covering formula racing - that theory might work for the town paper that you used to work at, but here what people wanna read about is who they already know. You throw out a nobody and the paper might as well be just thrown in the trash.”

You could feel your lips curve into a frown, not sure what to say next. You wanted to prove that you could do it, but it seemed like Mr. Fezzold and the rest of The Racing Stripes Co. were stuck in their own ways. Until Mr. Fezzold surprised you and the rest of the reporters in the room.

“I tell you what. You wanna get your big break here? Fine, I’ll give this to you. Cover him throughout the season and if you’re right on him and your stories do well, I’ll think about keeping you around.”

You smiled weakly and nodded, thanking him before watching as he nodded back, standing up after crushing his cigar in the ashtray and clapping his hands.

“Okay ladies, come on! Season is starting and we got stories to cover. I don’t want to see anyone slacking or else you can kiss your jobs goodbye, you hear?”

Scrambling to get started, reporters began dialing numbers and attempting to set up interviews. They already were steps ahead of you since they were covering racers from the previous seasons. While they were getting interviews, you were only starting to figure out how to get in touch with this Niko Laudo person. As you searched through papers and notes that the man, who’s name you learned to be Ted, gave you - you realized quickly that maybe you were in over your head.

#to the end #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #niki lauda imagine #niki lauda smut #rush #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years ago

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THE BASTERDS’S ANGELS

A few weeks later.

Gathered in a clearing, the Basterds enjoyed their new victory against the army of the IIIe Reich. Their last encounter with a German patrol was successful, as always. Indeed, they managed to kill ten soldiers and make four prisoners.

As Hirschberg and Wicki kept an eye on the prisoners, the other adults collected the scalps and different belongings from the corpses.

As for Maddie, she sat on a dead tree and took notes in a small notebook.

She asked:

"How many scalps do you have, Utivich?"

"Five!"

"Noted!" she replied.

Indeed, as Maddie did not have to pay back the "scalp debt" to Aldo, she has to count the scalps and see who was close to paying back his debt.

Once everyone finished his job, all sat and waited for Aldo to interrogate a prisoner.

"So, who are ya?" asked the Lieutenant.

"Officer Bruno Albrecht!" replied the German soldier.

"Alright, Bruno. Maybe do ya know who we are?"

"You're Aldo the Apache, and your friends must be the Basterds!" said Bruno with a contemptuous look.

All cheered and mockingly clapped. As for the leader, he smirked.

"Ya damn right! I see that ya heard of us that's good! So, ya may know that we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business; we in the killin' Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin'!"

"Sure, boss!" laughed Simon.

Winona arrived and sat next to Aldo.

"Guess who am I if you're so clever?"

"You're Winona, the Cherokee Amazon. I've heard of you."

"Well, if you heard about my husband and his men, you obviously heard about me too." she snickered.

Aldo gently kissed his wife's hand before he unfolded a map and showed it to his prisoner.

"Now, be useful once in yer goddamn life and tell me where the next patrol is going! And don't lie!"

The German soldier snickered.

"And you really think that I am going to betray my fellow soldiers? I thought you were smarter than that, Lieutenant Raine!"

Suddenly, a shot near his feet startled him.

He looked up at Ada, who held him at gunpoint, her rifle still smoking in her hands.

"Right now, you're the stupid one. In case you haven't figured it out yet, Aldo is allowing you to stay alive. So do what he says!"

Bruno had an arrogant pout.

"I don't take orders from a Jewess like you!"

"No doubt, but it's actually the Jewess who can shoot you if you don't show cooperation, you Kraut!"

Hugo added

"If I were you, I wouldn't piss her off anymore. She's already taken out 30 Nazis like you since she joined the team. Believe me, she's very efficient!"

"Yeah, long live Ada!" exclaimed Utivich, followed by the other Basterds.

Aldo resumed his questioning.

"I'll ask ya one last time: which route the next patrol will take? Hurry up and answer me!"

But the German soldier decided not to say anything and replied in an arrogant tone:

"I'd rather die."

"Are you serious? They're getting more and more stubborn!" sighed Andy.

"At least we'll have some excitement. Right, Lieutenant?" smirked Wicki.

"Ya bet we will have some fun! Donny, come over here!"

The Lieutenant turned to Maddie and said:

"Maddie Dolly, do me a favor and give Donny his bat, would ya?"

"Alright, sir!" replied the little girl as she took the baseball bat.

"Please, don't call me sir: you're allowed to call me Aldo!" grinned the American man.

"Okay, Sir Aldo!"

This cute reply made all the Basterds laugh while Maddie moved to the tunnel where Donny went for his epic entrance.

Clearing her throat, the little girl called:

"Donny? Can you come here, please?"

Footsteps were heard from everyone before a hand came out of the shadows and a booming voice asked:

"Ya have my bat?"

Smiling, Maddie hid the bat behind her back and said:

"No, no, no! You have to say the magic word!"

"What? A magic word?"

The other Basterds laughed while the German soldiers looked at each other with fear and puzzlement.

"C'mon, Donny: you know what the magic word is!" laughed Michael.

The tall man feigned to think:

"Mmmh, I wonder what the magic word is? Aw, come on: gimme a clue, Maddie!"

"Alright. What do you say to your mum when you want something?"

Grinning, Donny replied:

"I would say please!"

"That's right! Here's your bat!" Maddie laughed as she handed the bat to Donny.

The Bostonian took his favorite weapon and gently patted the head of the little girl.

"Thank ya, pretty head. Now, go back to your auntie: it's showtime!"

"I go!" said the little girl who turned back and went to Ada, who took her niece in her arms.

"Now, Maddie, you know the rules: you close your eyes, and you cover your ears, okay?"

"Oui, tata." (Yes, auntie) answered the little girl.

Indeed, the Basterds had decided that Maddie would never see Donny slaughter the Germans with a baseball bat. The rest of her innocence had to be preserved by any means necessary.

And as the little girl closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands, Donny made his entrance, terrorizing the German soldiers who began to whimper in fear.

Only Bruno tried to maintain some semblance of dignity, but deep inside, he was scared to death.

For their part, the Basterds cheered for the man the Nazis called "The Bear Jew."

Donny walked over to Bruno and sneered:

"So, what we have here? Another one who thinks he's smarter than the rest?"

"Smash his noggin, Don’!" exclaimed Gerold.

A smile appeared on the American's face.

"But I'm counting on it!"

He looked up at his superior.

"Lieutenant, anytime!"

Aldo smiled mockingly.

"But please, Sergeant. Oblige him!"

"With pleasure!"

And with that, Donny began to beat the German soldier, who could not fight back. Soon his skull was a bloody mess.

Meanwhile, the other Basterds cheered and applauded their friend:

"GO, DONNY!"

"YOU'RE THE BEST, DON!"

As for the other prisoners, they were horrified by the demise of their superior.

When he finished, Donny roared with excitement:

"WHO'S NEXT? BATTER'S UP!"

Still grinning, Aldo glanced at the other German soldiers and said:

"Now, THIS is awaiting for ya if ya don't talk! Am I clear?"

The captives nodded, terrified.

"Good. Now, are any of you three ready to talk?"

At the same time, Maddie asked:

"Is that okay? Can I open my eyes now?"

"Oh heck! I almost forgot!" exclaimed Aldo.

"That's okay, honey. You can open your eyes!" answered Winona.

"Ah, finally! I was beginning to find the time long!"

"You're an impatient little one, aren't you?" chuckled Wicki.

Suddenly, one of the prisoners shoved Hirschberg, who fell to the ground, before fleeing into the woods.

"HE RUNS AWAY!" screamed Maddie.

Ada grabbed her rifle and aimed at the fugitive, followed by the other shooters in the group.

"Save your bullets! She's got it covered!" ordered Aldo.

"Who?" asked Archie.

Meanwhile, the fugitive tried to get away as far as possible. Never mind if Tom was to be taken for a coward by his comrades, but he owed his skin first!

But suddenly, a tomahawk blow in the abdomen stopped him in his tracks. Spitting blood, he fell to his knees on the ground, pressing his hands against the wound. As he tried to stop the bleeding, the German soldier heard footsteps coming toward him.

Looking up, he saw with horror that Winona Raine was walking towards him with a determined step and a murderous glint in her eye.

He was beginning to understand why the other soldiers called her "The Cherokee Amazon."

She may have been just a woman, but she was arguably the most formidable warrior the Third Reich had ever faced.

But as he tried to back away, Winona grabbed the tomahawk and yanked it in a spray of blood.

As she had managed to pin him against a rock, the young woman stood in front of him with a sadistic smile before saying:

"Abschied, asshole!"

Then, with a warlike cry, she decapitated him with a sharp blow. Once this was done, she left the body shaken by spasms and went towards the head. Then she grabbed her knife and began to methodically scalp him.

After that, Winona returned to the camp with the scalp of her victim attached to her belt.

The two surviving Germans gasped in terror at the young woman's sinister trophy.

As for Aldo, he felt as if he had fallen in love with his wife all over again. He thought she was so beautiful when she was slaughtering Nazis!

"Honey, you're amazing!"

He turned to the prisoners and said:

"Now ya know what will happen to you if you try to escape! Well, do any of you wanna talk?"

Surprisingly, the two Germans were more cooperative than their colleagues and gave all the information they had at their disposal.

Satisfied, Lieutenant Raine declared:

"Perfect! See, ya can be useful people!"

One of the prisoners exclaimed:

"We've told you everything you wanted to know! Now let us go!"

"Shut up!" growled Hugo, who slapped him on the head.

Simon replied:

"Unlike you, we have principles. And since you've been reasonable, we're going to release you. Well, not right away!"

"What do you mean?" asked the other soldier, his voice trembling with fear.

"What our dear medic is trying to tell ya is that we're going to leave ya with a little indelible memory. Just to make sure everyone knows ya were on the wrong side of history!" chuckled Aldo, pulling out his impressive hunting knife.

Before they knew it, Archie and Michael were slamming them to the ground as Aldo carved a swastika into their foreheads.

At the same time, Ada covered Maddie's ears so that the prisoners' cries of pain would not terrify her.

Once this was done, the two Germans were taken far away to be released. They were released far from the camp, so they could not give their position.

After that, the whole commando made its way to another place to sleep. As soon as they found a sheltered clearing, they set up their equipment and prepared a meal with their provisions and those they stole from their victims.

Then they prepared to sleep because the next day promised to be long and hazardous.

Sitting next to her sleeping bag, Maddie hesitated to go and give them an evening kiss. She had always had this habit with her family, and she missed doing it.

Even if the Basterd were always nice with her, Maddie did not know if they would be okay with it.

Taking her courage in both hands, she got up and walked towards Aldo, who was putting away his rifle.

When he finished, he turned around and saw the little girl standing next to him.

"Is everything okay, Maddie?"

"Can I say good night?"

Amused by this question, the American soldier replied:

"Permission granted, kiddo!"

With a big smile, the little girl leaned over and gave the Lieutenant a kiss on the cheek, leaving him speechless.

"Good night, Aldo!" said Maddie before heading towards the other Basterds.

Touching the spot where he had been kissed, Aldo watched in amusement as the youngest member of the team kissed the other soldiers on the cheek. They were both surprised and touched by this adorable attention.

At the same time, Ada returned with the water bottles full of water.

"It is good, everything is ready for tomorrow... Lieutenant?"

Raine turned around.

"Yes, Ada?"

"What's going on?"

"Well, what's going on is that your niece is giving us our evening kiss!"

The young woman was stunned by this.

"Oh, I hope you didn't mind!"

"Not at all! In fact, I have to admit it's pretty sweet of her!"

He glanced at his soldiers with amusement.

"And I think the guys like it too!"

"Well, that puts my mind at ease!" smiled Ada.

At the same time, Maddie walked over to Hugo, who was getting ready to sleep.

"Hugo?"

Everyone turned around in panic. How would Hugo react?

"Oh no! He's going to kill her!" yelped Hirschberg.

"Maybe he won't kill her, but for sure, she would get hauled over the coals!" replied Archie.

Meanwhile, Hugo straightened up and looked at Maddie with a surprised expression.

"What do you want, Maddie?"

The little girl answered with a shy pout.

"I just wanted to say good night!"

The Wehrmacht deserter couldn't believe it: he hadn't expected such an answer!

He shrugged his shoulders:

"All right. Well, good night to you too!"

Smiling, Maddie gave him a kiss on the cheek before going back to her sleeping bag.

Then, she snuggled into her aunt's arms and fell asleep.

Hugo stood speechless by this gesture. However, he could not help but smile, like his comrades.

After all, Maddie enlightened their lives like a ray of sunshine among the grey skies. And they swore to keep their ray of sunshine far from any harm.

But, as they all laid asleep, they were not aware that in Paris, someone was patiently waiting for them...

Someone that would hunt them down, even in the depths of hell.

And here is the second chapter of this story!

I hope you will like it!

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Thanks for all and take care! 😘🥰😍💖

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ FAMILY ❜

Headcanon.

with Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas.

Request: Oooh yes yes yeah 😁 I show u take request 🙈 I would read something with Creeper dates a girl who already have 4/5 sons of a precedent relation. Maybe about how he create relationshion with their ? Like one love bike, another by playing football ? An the older is septic but one day he understand have Creeper for stepfather is having all Mayans for family. Sorry if it's sound to specific.

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on Google.

Masterlist.

Creeper couldn't believe you were alone in charge of three kids, when you moved onto his neighborhood. And he knew you didn't have a husband around because he had never seen him.

The problem was when he realized he was in love with you, with your scent, with the sweet tone of your voice and with that smile which could stop a war.

“Wait, wait! Lemme help you, mama!”

You hear a voice behind you, making you turn around from the trunk of your car full of bags. A man covered with tattoos and a helmet hanging from his forearm, is walking towards you.

“Oh, no, no. Don't worry. It's okay”. You mutter somewhat ashamed with a fleeting smirk on your lips.

“Nah, ain't nothing better to do”. He just shrugs his shoulders, grabbing three bags in every hand and greatly surprising you of his strength.

“Than—Thank you…” You just say, taking the three left, before closing your car.

Walking in silence straight to the porch, you open the door with some difficulties making you both laugh until it finally opens. Following you to the kitchen, he leaves the groceries over the counter, having one quick look but without wanting to look like a creepy stalker.

“I'm (Y/N), by the way”. You say then, raising a hand at him hoping it's enough for a formal greeting.

“Neron”. The man answers, narrowing it softly, a little bewitched by your touch.

“Can I… maybe offer you a coffee or something…?”

Whenever you two were free of responsibilities, you used to sit on your porch to share some drinks and talk about work, or about your lives in general. And only when he knew that it could be something serious, he just talked to you about what he really does, one bit at time.

After some months, more or less, hanging out, you two decided to introduce him to your girls. Two twins of six years old and a pre-teen of fourteen. You were aware that he wouldn't have any problem with Lia and Marta. But Carlota was another history.

Since Creeper has sat at the table, after helping you to settle the table, you can see the younger whispering and chuckling with that kind of gesture that they use when they want to ask something, but they're too ashamed. Narrowing your eyes, as the man does, you look at them.

“C'mon, girls, spit it out”. You say with a funny smile on your lips.

“Can we color your drawings one day?” Marta and Lia ask in unison, pointing at his bare arms.

You can't help but laugh rubbing your faces.

“Sounds like a cool plan”. Creeper nods pretty convinced.

“Fuck this shit”. From her silence, Carlota drags backwards her chair, getting up to step out of the living room.

“Hey, mama”. Neron says grabbing your left wrist, when you're about to follow her. “It's okay. Give her time”.

“I can't let her behave like that”. You grunt sitting down.

“She is fourteen, baby. We both know what her father did. And probably she thinks I want to replace him, but it's not. She will see it, okay?”

The months kept passing by, taking the next step when you decided to live together. At this point he has already introduced you to his brothers, being more kindly than you thought. At least, they didn't thought that Neron was fucking out of his mind, for getting related with a woman with three kids.

Lia and Marta were delighted having him at home, playing with them whenever he had five minutes, or cooking pancakes on Sundays. And of course, letting your girls color all his tattoos.

Carlota, by the other hand, started to be hard-nose. Always locking herself in her dorm when she was at home. And it was breaking your heart, trying to talk with her about what was bothering her, even if you already knew. But the worst part was when the principal of his highschool called you to tell you about a fight that involucred your daughter with another three girls.

“Hey, mama, I got this, okay?”

What you didn't know is that Neron was already conscious about what was happening. So he was to take care of that business.

Your daughter was sitting on a bench in the peak time of finishing classes, crying unconsolable with her hands covering her burning face. She wasn't expecting the loud buzz coming closer, raising her blurry gaze to the road. Nine motorbikes made their appearance, getting parked backwards next to the sidewalks. The whole student body with their parents and some teachers turned at them, mostly whispering about how good those nine men looked. Taking off their helmets, Neron's brothers waited for him, having some cigs, while he started to walk towards your surprised daughter.

As soon as he was able to kneel close to her, he knew by just one look who were the other girls. He didn't say anything, standing up to lead his steps to the three families with their eyes fixed on the man.

“I know that your daughters are teasing my kid about me, about my club and about what we do. So, lemme tell you something, as parents you are, the only thing you want is the happiness of them. Keep it in mind. Because next time my kid comes back home crying, I will not be this… polite”.

The girls were trembling, hiding behind their parents who were terrified too because of his words. Showing them a fake smile, Neron turned around to your daughter to make her a sign.

“I want you to say ‘sorry’ to her, and promise that you will never gonna fuck her up again”.

“Sir, yo—”.

“Shut the fuck up, man. I'm talking to your ill-bred kids”.

“We… We're so—sorry, Carlota”.

Your daughter looked at him, clinging to his arm, pouting a little and pulling him back.

“Good. Never forget to be kind”.

That night, Carlota didn't stop talking about how scared everyone was because of Creeper, totally freaking out too about when he appeared with his brothers in such cool motorbikes.

It was almost two am when your boyfriend came from the clubhouse, a little tired and needed for a cold beer. Taking off his boots at the entrance, to not be noisy, he walks straight to the kitchen to grab one from the fridge. Opening it with not much difficulty, he has a sip turning to the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Jesus fucking christ, Carlota…” He whispers with his heart racing. “What you doin'ere?”

“I couldn't sleep”. She just says, having another spoon of ice cream.

“At least, turn on the lights… You're gonna gimme a heart attack, kid”.

She laughs low, shaking her head, before getting up from the stool. Walking towards him without saying a single word, your daughter hugs Creeper wrapping his waist with both arms.

“Thank you for today”. She mutters resting her cheek on his chest.

Your boyfriend doubts for a second, not knowing if it's real or an illusion, but it feels so good that he could help her somehow. Hugging her back, the man kisses her head, smiling like a fool. Being happy to see that she's finally accepting him in her family.

“Listen, Carlota…” He says then, pulling himself away to leave the beer over the counter. “I don't wanna replace anyone, okay? We don't have to play this dad and daughter game. I wanna be your friend, I want you to trust me and talk to me about your problems, if you have some, okay?”

“Okay”. She just says. “I'm sorry if I hurt you ever”.

“Nah, it's okay, kid. I just want you to be happy”.

“I am, Creep'”.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years ago

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pragma - part sixteen

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: none. its just a little cheesy

A/N: This is a pretty easygoing chapter. I can’t write anything too angsty especially with what’s going on. I just want happy stuff and this chapter is just that.

Summary: Frankie suggests going out and you end up meeting the last person you’d ever want to but he fixes things in his own Frankie fashion.

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For the first week he was back, you two hadn’t left the house. You spent the days in bed holding each other and making love or doing things around the house. He cooked dinner while you made dessert, you watched old movies, danced around the house, sang songs together (badly), and just enjoyed having each other back.

There was no separating you two, just like old times, but now that you both were older you seemed to appreciate this time together more. And you had never said the words ‘I love you' more. It was something you never got tired of hearing or saying.

You were happy. Frankie was happy. Today he decided to chase you around the house for taking one of his shirts. When he caught you, he only picked you up and kissed you and told you it looked better on you than it did on him anyway.

“Let’s go watch the sunset,” he suggested as you held him on the couch. His favorite thing was lying between your legs with his head resting on your stomach.

“Okay.” You both went upstairs and dressed quickly before walking out to the lake and sitting together.

“Did you look at the moon while I was away?” he asked.

“Every damn night,” you admitted. “Did you?”

“When I tore my eyes away from your picture long enough, yeah.” He looked back out over the lake and slowly moved his hand so your fingers would touch. It was almost exactly what happened the first time you two sat by the lake.

“I wasn’t gonna ask but…I noticed the scar on your cheek. Should I even ask what happened?” You played with his fingers, not sure if you really wanted to hear the answer.

“The helicopter I was flying crashed and--"

“What?!” Your voice carried out over the lake and echoed. “You crashed?” You were gripping his fingers now without noticing.

“Uh…yeah.” He seemed nervous about continuing.

“Well, what happened?”

“The cargo…it was too much and I couldn’t keep her in the air.”

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“But all I got was this little scar so…” He was trying to cheer you up but all you could think about was the crash.

You ran your thumb over the scar then kissed it. “Thank god you’re back safe. I dunno what I’d do if you--"

“Don’t finish that. I never want you to finish that sentence, you understand? I’m back and I’m never leaving again so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You kissed his hand and he relaxed.

“No, I’m sorry. I…need to calm down.” He sighed and looked at the setting sun. “A fucking drink is what I need.”

“Wanna grab some beers from the fridge?” you asked.

“Let’s get a little wild and head to the bar. How about it?”

“Okay but let’s wait until the sun goes down.” You just wanted a nice, quiet moment with him. It’s not like you haven’t had any since he’s been home but you wanted another so you held his hand and watched the sun set.

The drive to the bar was fun. Frankie had the ability to make the simplest things fun for you. You sang badly and loudly together and laughed till you couldn’t breathe. When he finally pulled up to the bar, you both were in tears over a stupid joke he had made.

“Doesn’t look too busy tonight,” you pointed out.

“Probably because it’s Wednesday,” he said.

“It is?” you asked.

“Yeah. What day did you think it was?”

“I don’t know. My boyfriend kept me in bed so much that the days started blending together.” You kissed his cheek and got out of the car.

“Your boyfriend?” he whispered. “I think that’s the first time you called me that.”

Was it?

“Is that okay?” You nudged him as he walked beside you into the bar.

“Sure is…girlfriend.” He winked at you and walked to a table to pull a chair out for you. “Ma’am.”

“Thank you, sir.” You watched as he walked up to the bar to order your drinks then walked back, looking at you and immediately smiling. “Do you smile at every girl that way?” you teased.

“No other woman makes me smile this way so…no.”

“So, if we didn’t know each other and you saw me you’d look at me and just start smiling like that?” you asked.

“Yup. And you’d smile back and we’d fall in love. The end.” He nodded and sipped his beer.

“Happily ever after, huh?”

“Of course. Is there any other way to be when I’m with you?” He had such a charming way of saying things. It was that same boyish charm that pulled in years ago. You put your hand over his and smiled.

“I love you.”

“Oh, but I love you more so…” He winked at you as he lifted the glass to his lips. You stood and he put the glass down quickly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Going to the ladies’ room.”

“Okay, well, hurry up. I kinda miss you already.”

“Gosh…you’re so fucking cute.” You weren’t one for a lot of PDA, but you lifted the bill of his cap so you could bend and give him a quick kiss. “Be right back.” You held his hand as long as you could while walking away.

In the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. You were ridiculously happy and in love and Frankie was back safe. Thinking back, you don’t think you’ve ever had so many reasons to be happy.

After washing your hands, you walked out, smile still on your face, but that changed when you saw the woman standing at your table talking to Frankie. She pulled on the bill of his cap and giggled loudly. You stumbled to a stop and took a deep breath before walking again and forcing yourself to smile. Frankie spotted you and stood so quickly his chair almost fell over.

“Frankie…” you started.

He moved to your side and pulled you close. “This is my girlfriend,” he said to the woman. She knew who you were now but you still had no idea who she was. Her eyes looked you up and down but not admirably. She made a face then gave you a fake smile.

“I’m Frankie’s ex-girlfriend. Yeah, we dated a while back.” She sipped on her drink and you felt Frankie tense beside you.

“Oh…that’s nice,” you lied, looking at Frankie who seemed to be avoiding both of your gazes. His face was hidden by his cap but his body language told you everything.

“It was very nice. Right Frankie?” She smiled sweetly in his direction. He kept his head down.

“Okay. It was nice meeting you.” You tried to give her a hint but she still stood there.

“Aren’t you gonna buy me a drink, Frankie? For old times’ sake,” she asked and if she wanted to get a rise out of you it was working.

“No. No, he’s not,” you responded for him. She had the nerve to look offended.

“Wow…,” she began.

“Please understand that I’m trying to be nice but if you say another word, I may not stay that way.” You felt Frankie move and you knew he was looking at you. “I’m trying to spend time with my boyfriend so if you don’t mind…”

The woman scoffed then walked away and you moved away from Frankie to sit. He sat quietly, staring at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“She’s pretty,” you said before finishing the rest of your beer.

“What?” He seemed to be in a daze.

“I said she’s pretty.” You put your hands on your lap so he wouldn’t see the way they shook.

Frankie shook his head and cursed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think--"

“How were you supposed to know she’d be here?” You looked down at your hands, trying to avoid the pang of jealousy that flowed through you. She really was beautiful.

“Look at me,” he said and you slowly lifted your head. A smile bloomed on his face slowly. A real smile. “You see? You’re the only one I smile that way for. You’re the only one who can make me smile this way.”

You smiled sadly. “Okay.”

He stood and held his hand up. “Gimme a second.” You watched as he walked over to the jukebox and scrolled through the list of songs. The opening chords to Still The One by Orleans began to play as he strutted over to you and held out his hand.

“Francisco…” You looked around shyly. “Everyone is gonna stare…”

“Let them. Come on, baby.” He pulled you to your feet and to the middle of the bar, holding you close and swaying with you. He sang along with the song, giving you little kisses between lines. “I never danced with anyone the way I dance with you.”

“I love dancing with you.”

“I never liked to sing with anyone…until you.” He kissed you. “I was never myself with anyone until I was with you. You let me be myself.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I fell in love with Francisco Morales. That’s you. I don’t want anyone else. I want you and all the stuff that comes along with you…good or bad.” You looked around and giggled. “We’re dancing kinda slow for this song, aren’t we?”

“Who cares?” He hummed along to the song a bit before speaking again. As John Hall sang ‘you’re still the one that makes me laugh…still the one that’s my better half…’ Frankie smiled and closed his eyes. “No one makes me laugh the way you do.”

“I mean…I do tickle you a lot so…” You shrugged and laughed when he made a face.

“Do you get what I’m trying to say?” he asked. “You’re the only one I have eyes for. You’re the one I love.”

“Don’t you dare make me cry in the middle of this bar, Francisco.” You sniffled quietly and hid your face but he dipped you as the song ended making you squeal. Some people applauded and whistled as he stood you up straight.

“Isn’t my girlfriend a great dancer, everyone?” Frankie asked loudly and you covered your face. You pulled him back over to the table and sat down.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you laughed.

“I’m spontaneous. Isn’t that good for relationships?” he asked, leaning in so you could hear him.

“Have you been reading my magazines?” you joked.

“Maybe.”

“Hey lovebirds!” a waitress called as she walked over to the table. “The nice guy over there bought you two a round.” You both turned to the man and raised your glasses to him. You both thanked her then looked at each other.

“Maybe we should come here every day and dance if it gets us free beers.”

“I would dance with you even if we didn’t get free beers…but it is a plus.” You raised your glass to him. “To us. Always and forever.”

“Like music to my ears. Always and forever.” He gently tapped his glass to yours and drank. “Wanna get outta here?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s go. There’s a hot guy I wanna take to bed.”

“Oh really?” He stood and took your hand, walking out the door into the night air.

“Yup.”

Suddenly, he picked you up and spun you around before kissing then nuzzling you. “I can’t let you miss out on that.”

“You really can’t.” You looked up at the moon and smiled. It was full. You thought back to the time he was away and remembered that there was no full moon. Even the moon knew you two were together again.

“Uh oh…full moon. You know what that means?” Frankie put you down.

“What?”

“I might get a little…wild,” he warned.

“Wild how?”

“You’ll see. Let’s get out of here.”

As he pulled up to the house and parked, you turned to him. “Are you gonna show me this wild side now?” He got out of the car without a word and you followed.

Suddenly, he growled and held his hands up like claws…you guessed. You stood there and stared at him. “Uh…you’re supposed to run. I’m a werewolf. The growling. The claws.” He snarled and you scoffed.

“You’re not that scary.”

“I’ll give you a headstart,” he said then howled at the moon.

“That was actually pretty good.” You began backing away before breaking into a full run. “Still not scary though!” you yelled behind you.

“Ready or not, here I come?” he shouted and you screamed as you ran around the side of the house.

He chased you until you couldn’t run anymore, carefully pulling you to the ground with him.

“I didn’t know my boyfriend was a werewolf. That’s pretty cool,” you said breathlessly.

“Yeah, it is.”

You both rolled onto your backs and looked up at the stars, lacing your fingers together, the full moon shining down on you.

We’re still having fun and you’re still the one.

[seventeen]

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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you know what’s hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighly unrealistic about this scene? that she picked up a call from a number she doesn’t have saved. no millennial does that. we wait till it stops ringing and then google/truecaller the number and see if someone worth talking to.

vansh knows this and is thinking omg what kinda crazy person have i married?????? this bitch bonkers.

anyway, after ACP Anda, i think she deserves another catchy nickname, so imma call her Bitch-oo Babe.

he fully knew who was calling based on his reaction and is trying to distract her. this shadyassssss fucker, man.

also music therapy? i shudder to think what kinda music this freak might like. those alone might be grounds for divorce. i could never be with a person whose music taste i don’t at least begrudgingly tolerate, if not respect and appreciate.

anyway, hearing his voice, Bitch-oo Babe hung up, like any sane woman would, knowing that this dude is around.

HE KNOWS. HE FULLY KNOWS. FUCKER.

this looks hella uncomfortable. not to mention dangerous. stop distracting the driver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ghar nahi, kahin aurrrrrrrrrr. for quality time. with this dude. oh boy.

lmaoooooooooooo she’s like “but dadi.......???”

“riddhima, dadi se main pyaar karta hoon but tumhe nahi lagta honeymoon par dadi ko laana thoda awkward ho jayega???” snortttttttt.

she’s like nooooooooo but dadi’s waiting for us and he shows his horndog side and is like and i’ve been waiting monthssssssss. AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT, ASSHOLE??? TUMHE FURSAT KAHAN FROM PLAYING SHITTY MINDGAMES, INSTEAD OF LIKE..... STRIP UNO OR SOME OTHER FUN GAMES THAT WOULD RESULT IN ORGASMS?

he literally just told her “humara din hai, riddhima. aaj ke liye apne dimaag se sab kuch baahar nikaal do.” oh don’t worry bro, she’s permanently like that only. aapko aaj ke din ke liye koi special instruction dene ki zaroorat nahi hai.

gaadi mein gadbad. of course. but it just stopped. didn’t blow up or anything. hmph.

how fortuitous ki gaadi stopped in front of this beauuuuuuuuuuuutiful setup. hum toh jab bhi phas jaate hain kisi busy road pe hi hota hai, and then traffic builds up behind and honks at us repeatedly and makes us cry.

he’s saying “nice” but very creepy shit about aaj ke baad jeene ke liye kuch bachega nahi and aakhri pal and all, and this idiot girl is just simpering at him instead of having alarm bells go off in her head. sis................ why are you like this??????? self preservation naam ki cheez kyun nahi hai tummm mein??????? like, i’m a depressed bitch who is constantly craving death and even my brain is like GET OUT IF YOU WANNA LIVEEEEEEEEEEEE every time i hear something “meaningful” said by this guy.

of course when he’s being normal, she has to ruin the moment by thinking of telling him everrrrrrrrrrrrrrything. sigh. why are you two so fuckinggggg exhausting?

SOMEONE’S WATCHING THEM FROM OUTSIDE HERE ALSO?!?!!?!? WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK, ARE THESE TWO NEVER TO BE FUCKING LEFT ALONE EVER?????????????????????? JESUS.

YET AGAIN, SHE’S TRYING TO TELL HIM THE WHOLE TRUTH ABOUT THE PAST AND HE DOESN’T LET HER COMPLETE WHAT SHE’S SAYING. BOY IF YOU DON’T SHUTTTTTT THE FUCK UP AND JUST LISTEN TO HER I SWEAR TO FUCKIN’ GOD..........................

SHE EVEN TRIES TO TELL HIM KI LET ME COMPLETE THE FUCK I’M TRYING TO SAY IT’S LIKE A BURDEN ON ME I NEED TO GET IT OFF AND THIS ASSHOLE................ I .................

blah blah ateet hai, not present and aane waala kal, blah blah blah. let’s live our life and forget everything in the past. yeah ok, let’s see if he’ll follow his own words or if he’s gonna dig up shit from the past and torture her over it.

bathroom mein ek surprise hai? oh boy. this fucker’s surprises are never good.

thankfully she used her brain and is like was all this planned, us coming here???? he’s like jagaah yehi thi, but the car breaking down here was a coincidence. sure. i don’t believe a single word outta your mouth, you silver tongued fuck.

man, you’re so hot. why can’t you just be a good human being also???? ouff, apparently, that’s asking TOOOOO much of men these days.

aslkjdlsakjdlsakjdlaskjldkjsalkdjsal the way the psycho theme music just started playing in my head!!!!!!!!!!!

some shady talk with angre. could be talking about riddhima, could be talking about anupriya. who knows??????/ either way, some woman about to get her life ruined by this fucker.

behen still adamant on confessing the truth to him. wrote one big dramatic letter. who the fuck writes letters anymore???? put that shit in an email or a whatsapp message or some shit, sis.

anyway, condition is that gimme a rose and i’ll understand you’ve forgiven me and want to start a new life with me despite all this.

kept the letter next to his wallet.

ek pal ka sukoon nahi hai is ladki ki life mein. always from the frying pan into the fire.

vansh came running, tab tak person has disappeared. with his wallet. (and her letter.) so he’s like koi chor tha shaayad.

SHE JUST TOLD HIM SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL HER AND HE’S LIKE SO CASUAL ABOUT IT AND SAYING “RIDDHIMA, RELAX, KUCH HUA TOH NAHI NA TUMHE?” WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?! DID HE PLAN THIS?????? WAS THIS THE SURPRISE HE HAD WAITING FOR HER IN THE BATHROOM????????

he’s like let’s go home if you’re uncomfortable and she’s like NOOOOOOOO I’M FEELING BETTER NOW.

yeah. this is the face of someone feeling “better” minutes after being attacked.

sis soooooooooo horny for her husband she’s just brushing aside trauma acquired 2 minutes ago, to get laid. god, could never be me.

jesus christ what the fuck it’s like a gulabjal ka factory exploded nearby. i have a headache just looking at this. so fucking ott.

anyway, she’s panicking about no gulab in his hand. SIS. LOOK AROUND YOU??????? GULAB HI GULAB HAI. HAR JAGAAH. LIKE...... WHAT MORE GULAAB THAN THIS YOU WANT, HUH??????????/

LO. HAATH MEIN BHI GULAAB. HAPPY? LORD.

happy tears, happy tears. (FOR NOW.)

everytime he does this getting down on his knees and making this 🥺🥺🥺 face thing, i go buck wild.

god he looks soooooo good and he’s saying allllllllllllll the right things. pity i don’t believe him.

behen ne bhi kar diya pyaaaar ka ailaaaaaan.

LOL WHAT KINDA AMATEUR BS IS THIS???? SIR WHERE’S THOSE MOVES YOU HAD AS VIHAAN????????? UGH, I MISS VIHAAN. HE WAS SO MUCH SEXIER THAN THIS DORK.

i’m so fucking mad that this is the fucking nonsense they gave us as first sex scene. ugh. ek toh lip sync. woh bhi to a song i hate. upar se so much ootpataang nonsense. in terms of disappointment, i think this might rank even higher than shivika’s laal ishq. that at least had sexy soundtrack and the expressions and all on point. this is literally cringey as fuckkkkkk.

wow. one neck kiss that lasted .03 seconds. thanks. i’m all satisfied now. 😒😒😒

anyway, i sat through it so y’all could have these caps of rrahul’s face looking good. enjoy.

agla episode mujhse abhi dekha nahi jayega. uska lb kal. i need to go get rid of my disappointment at whatever this was, by watching some new girl or something. ok bye.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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imaginesbymk · 4 years ago

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PINK + WHITE.

—chapter eight ; the flapper girl.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing, drinking

[ chapter index / meet my oc / wattpad link ]

“TERESA, would it kill ya to quit staring at me? I'm tryna do my work here." He fumbles for the ballpoint pen that fell out of his shaky hand. Even when his eyes were down, he still felt hers following his every move when he picked up certain sheets, watching his lips curl when he read a sentence on a report from his father, or just overthinking if Teresa was judging his appearance. There's nothing on my chin, is there? Food in my teeth?

"Am I making the Italian mafioso Luca Changretta nervous?" Teresa leaned over the desk to trail her finger down Luca's chest where she could tease him by gripping the line of his blazer and rip the buttons off. "The same Italian mafioso that got some amateur in Los Angeles to beg on his knees?"

Luca didn't look up from his work. "He was trying to be sneaky and spent nearly a hundred dollars worth of gin for his mistress."

"Is that something you would do? Spend every dime to make his mistress happy?"

"I spend money on myself, to make myself look and feel good, some for business and for special occasions. But I also save," Luca glanced at her, mostly at her cleavage. "And you're not my mistress. I'm not even married. My mother wonders when I'm ever gonna tie the knot with a woman back home." Luca sighs and takes a break, resting his head for a moment. He grunts, rubbing his temple.

"Want me to take over?"

"No," Luca pulls her closer, using his other hand to set his folders to the side so carelessly. "Come here."

She obeys, allowing him to lift her up and carry her on top of his desk.

Luca kisses her. "Ciao, bella," he whispers to her. He kept going, making his way into the sensitive spot of Teresa's neck, his lips pressing against it so gently.

Teresa chuckles, feeling his hand run up her dress. "Who are you? Dracula?"

"Hm?"

"I mean you sort of look like him. You're about to drain the blood out of my neck, so you need me to be in the right position."

"Dracula draining the blood from a flapper girl, eh?"

The sounds of knocking on the heavy wooden doors made Teresa hop off the desk, thinking it was one of his men, or even his mother. She wouldn't contain the embarrassment of being affectionate and intimate with someone's son. It could possibly be the maids, but not the same ones from the hotel Luca stayed at. He fancied staying at a manor his father bought somewhere up north, his family members occupying the other rooms just a few ways down, but just spacious enough for everyone, even for a Welsh named Teresa.

Luca clears his throat and turns the knob. The servers come in with the trolley cart of a decanter and two glasses. "You ordered whiskey, Sir?"

The Italian watched the servers roll in the bar cart and nodded at him before shutting the door on their way out. "You like whiskey, amore?"

"Love all kinds of poison." Teresa walked over to the cart, picking up the vessel. She lifts the glass lid and brings it to her nose to let in a good smell. "Rich, like you."

Luca scoffs. "Yeah, if you drink out of that decanter, you'll become a part of us."

Teresa scoffs back.

"What? Teresa, becoming a soldier was like striking gold."

"I'd rather stay here and sit in the gardens, or walk around this palace wearing only my stockings."

Luca shrugged, imagining the erotic sight. It's happened before and he experienced it first-hand. "I bought you those stockings," he comments, staring down at her legs.

"I'll become a part of your family when the cows come home."

"Oh, come on! Don't gimme that. My family likes you."

"Seriously?" Teresa makes a face at him, and he responds by rolling his eyes.

"Okay, maybe it'll take some time."

"Your mother called me a brazen hussy the other day. Like what you said, she wants you to marry a woman in New York. She's mentioned a name, the woman is close with your family and she often visits at dinner parties? She came to the wedding." Teresa smirks. "She's Italian."

Luca grunts, knowing exactly who she was talking about. "Viviana."

"Signora Viviana must be the whole package."

"We consider her family, but I can't imagine marrying her," Luca shook his head, pouring himself a glass of the whiskey. "Matteo would be crushed."

Teresa was already ahead of him, nearly downing the whiskey, ready for a refill. She brings the glass to her lips, about to take in the last sip. "Do you want to get married?"

"Someday."

Teresa nodded.

"When we were at my cousin's wedding, as best man, I watched two people who were so in love exchange vows. I really felt the love my cousin had for his wife that day. And I know one day that'll happen to me. I'll marry the most beautiful bride who is my whole world. I'll be able to wake up next to her and remember how she likes her coffee in the morning."

"She'll be the luckiest wife."

"I'll treat her like a diamond."

"She'll come around. I'm sure she's somewhere out there, searching for you. Hell, she could be right on your bloody nose," Teresa jokes.

Well to be fair, the woman named Viviana was right on Luca's nose for quite some time. She shared her beautiful smile with the family, and Luca did admire her, respected her when she paid her contribution to the family. She could be waiting for him to return home as of right now, and throw her arms around the Italian so they could spend a night drinking champagne on a balcony.

Yet, Luca didn't set his lust and attention on Viviana. Not even at his cousin's wedding. Luca was picky when it came to his preferences with people, that's part of being a Changretta. But there was someone he wished his mother showed at least some respect to, a woman whose eyes light up like stars whenever Luca says her name...

Yeah, he answered to himself, watching Teresa refill her glass from the whiskey decanter. Maybe I already found her.

TERESA ran her fingers through her head, thinking about what she told Finn the other day that made the young boy rush back to Small Heath before she could settle down for her lunch break, taking her words with him. The blinds that gaped in between to let in the last bit of afternoon sun into the dark room of her office gave out the blonde locks she styled for yet another casual day. Simply walking down each corridor and back to the departments was a way to wastefully tear down the strands to her cheeks as she kept her head down so carelessly.

See what happens when you open your mouth, 'Resa? She sighs, knowing that revealing her past love to be the man that's after the Peaky Blinders would either cause high tides between her and them, or maybe even her and Luca himself, or maybe more pestering phone calls from Tommy.

Luca. He's a malicious man, she couldn't deny that. He would get his way without an issue, and if someone had to object about that, if someone were to challenge a man with such high power, would they live to tell about it? She would hate having the idea of handing the one thing she has all to herself to a man who would gladly have paintings hung in his gigantic home. The Changretta family distributes gin in and out of America with the exception of handling Alfie Solomons' rum, anyways, so why would he want to claim an art gallery all the way in Wales?

The thought of Luca threatening to put a bullet through hers or any one of her loved ones' heads sent a chill in her body. Would Luca ever do that to her? Would the Italian ever have the thought of harming someone he had a past relationship with? Would he regret it?

What was even left of Teresa's loved ones, anyhow? She wasn't as close to her team to consider them family. Perhaps one time she scolded the manager for not realizing one of their employees smoked a cigar when the gallery has a strict no smoking indoors rule, but she couldn't live with the thought of having them indirectly killed by the New York mafia. Come to think of it, she didn't have anyone, which is just as disheartening as having someone to protect. Maybe if she never got her brother killed that day—

She walks out after setting her teacup in the tiny space left open on her desk. Normally she would hear distant chatters from the tour guides speaking to the guests, or just guests speaking among each other, talking about whatever piece they lay their gaze on. But she frowned when she noticed how empty the gallery was, except for maybe five guests. Given that it's still hours in the early afternoon. Why wasn't it busy?

Teresa approaches two guides, asking the question that swirled her head. "Where is everyone?"

"I believe the gallery is in need of an upgrade." One of the tour guides spoke out, a bit of nervousness in their voice to speak up on feedback to the owner.

"Was deco not enough?"

"Most of it has already been seen, Miss."

The Welsh shook her head. "What does that even mean? The people wanted to see deco, we gave them deco. I provided rum to the guests on the grand re-opening, I made sure this place is clean and shiny from every inch of every corner. How could this place already be dead? At this hour?"

The tour guides slightly shook their heads, shrugging.

Teresa sighs. "Fine. Have any of you seen Mason?"

Mason Miller was hired on the spot when his well pressed suit and love for Rococo struck admiration for Teresa. She saw her younger self in him, almost like she was looking in the mirror of the past. Someone at a young age so passionate, she needed him as extra help.

"With all due respect, Miss Griffith, there hasn't been enough—I would say razzle-dazzle, to the place. We have a lot to catch up on, or guests will yawn and find themselves out the exit."

"Mason, this is a gallery, not a circus." Teresa scratches her neck. "It's been days since the opening. Our blood, sweat and tears shouldn't be a one time thing and dropped down to rubbish."

Her assistant shrugs. "Well, these days people don't wake up and think about visiting a gallery, y'know? You can find art deco everywhere you go; fancy dinner parties, manors. It inspires what we wear on occasions."

Teresa stares at her desk. "If Luca Changretta were to ever own this gallery, would he fix this problem? Make the place go fucking bankrupt?"

"I'm sorry, w-who? Luca Ch..." Mason asks, skimming through his clipboard of names he might have missed pinpointing and scheduling a meeting with.

Teresa looked at her assistant, realizing she spoke out her thoughts. "It's nothing. You're dismissed."

"Thank you." He smiles to himself as he bid an exit out of her office for Teresa to be back with her thoughts. Her jaw clenched. I will not let my team down, and I will not give my gallery to a mafioso.

"Actually, Mason?" the young lad stepped foot inside again, peering in with his full attention on one odd request. "Luca Changretta, that's his name. I'd like for you to find where he is at the moment and set up an invitation via letter. Let me know when he responds at your earliest convenience."

"Miss...?"

She didn't stop rationalizing it. She even settled for it faster than deciding not to ally with the Peaky Blinders. Mason Miller stared awkwardly at his boss as she set her focus back on her notepad laid on her desk. "I'd like to meet up with Luca Changretta."

+ enjoy my scene edit above! my peaky blinders editing account is @/fcknshelbys via ig.

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hoffkk · 5 years ago

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Fake Date, Real Kiss

A Brightwell Fanfic

Story By: @hoffkk

Prompt: Gimme a question and I’ll give you a brightwell kiss!

Question given: Feta or goat cheese for your salad?

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"Feta or goat cheese for your salad?" asked the chipper waitress.

"Feta is fine." Malcolm smiled.

"All righty, I'll go put in your orders." she smiled back then made her way over to the kitchen entrance.

He gave a nod in return then glanced at Dani sitting across from him. It was strange seeing her all dressed up in a black cocktail dress with full make up and side swept hair. She looked beautiful, then again, she always did to Malcolm. Although, she usually fell in the beautiful without really trying category. Tonight, however, she was in the undercover and glamorous category. Technically, they both were. They were on a fake date at the upscale restaurant Scarpotto's. A restaurant known for its delectable tiramisu, and, to the rich and immoral, as a front for selling drugs. Let's just say that if you tip well, you get one hell of a doggy bag. The team decided to set up a sting in order to find proof of the drugs and, hopefully, of the murder of the restaurant's hostess.

So, there they sat, drinking wine and enjoying some fine dining, like just another posh couple relishing a night out in the big city.

"So, is this how you typically treat a girl on date?" Dani probed. "You know, with a fancy restaurant and expensive wine."

"No." Malcolm smirked. "I don't have a typical date. To have a typical date, I'd have to actually date."

"You date." She told him knowingly.

"Well, obviously, I dated Eve." He agreed. "And there may have been one or two other casual affairs over the years, but I've never dated consistently."

"I'm guessing being the son of a serial killer put a damper on your dating life." Dani noted, only half-teasing.

"Something like that." Malcolm nodded. "What about you? What's your typical date night look like?"

She thought for a moment then said, "Probably, beer, take-out, and a movie."

"That sounds... boring." He told her. "I thought you'd do something more adventurous."

"Yeah, well, you know how exhausting the job can be." Dani explained. "After working long days, it's nice to have a chill night."

"You mean it's easier." Malcolm corrected.

"Tomato, tomahto," She retorted. "but for the record, I did go on more fun dates every once in a while. However, I can undoubtedly say that I've never been on a date like this."

"Did go? As in, you don't date anymore?" He inquired.

"Not for a while, no." Dani replied. "Work keeps me busy."

"Interesting." Malcolm muttered before taking a sip of wine.

"What?" She quirked a brow.

"You use work as an excuse for not dating," He shared his observation. "but there are plenty of cops who find the right balance and make it work. Just look at JT, he's married with a baby on the way."

"Well, I'm not JT." Dani asserted.

"No, you most certainly are not." Malcolm retorted, giving her another onceover.

She bit back a pleased smile at his response then said, "but you're right. I do use it as an excuse."

He pushed on, "Care to elaborate?"

Dani took a long swig from her glass before replying, "I told you before that I have trust issues. Part of the reason why is that the last couple of guys I've dated turned out to be jerks. One lied about who he was, one tried to control me, and another cheated on me. After the last relationship failed miserably, I decided dating just wasn't worth the trouble. In fact, it's been over a year since my last real date."

"Wow." Malcolm responded. "I'm sorry... about the jerks, I mean."

She just gave a shrug while playing with her napkin on her lap.

"So, you're just never going to date again?" He queried, trying to hide his disappointment.

"I wouldn't say that." Dani amended. "I mean, I'd consider dating again, but the guy would have to be worth it. Very worth it."

"As he should be." Malcolm nodded then lifted his glass and toasted, "To the one who's worth it."

"To the one." She reiterated, clanking her wine against his.

Before they could go on, the waitress was back with their salads. For the next hour, they ate, talked, and laughed. It was a pretty great non-date overall except for Arroyo and JT listening in from a van across the street, and of course the buying drugs thing, which was going exactly according to plan. Malcolm ate his meal then precisely half of his dessert before turning his communication device on for the guys to hear him speak the code phrase to the manager who came to check on their dining experience.

"How was your meal this evening?" The smarmy manager asked in false politeness.

"Perfectly palatable." Malcolm spoke smoothly. "but I'll need to take my dessert to go."

"Very well." He nodded and grabbed the plate of half eaten cake. "I'll take care of it personally."

Malcolm gave an appreciative nod in return and watched the man disappear into the back.

Dani took a sip of her water to cover a whisper into her own com device and said, "Manager's on the move. Stand by."

A moment later, the manager returned with a medium-sized white paper bag that had the restaurant's name on it in golden script. The top was folded over to seal its contents inside. Setting it on the table, the manager spoke, "Your dessert, sir."

Malcolm casually handed over a rolled up wad of cash to the man via handshake as he thanked him for his service. He then stood to help Dani onto her feet and into her shawl. Making his way out the door of the restaurant with Dani in one arm and the doggy bag in the other, something bothered Malcolm.

"Are you okay?" Dani asked, noticing his perplexed expression.

"Did that seem too easy to you?" He wondered aloud.

"We had a solid plan and followed instructions. It was supposed to be easy." Dani told him. "Stop over analyzing things."

"You're right." He relented as he waited for the signal to cross the street, so they could hand off the evidence to Gil. That's when they both heard a loud click and immediately turned to look at the take out bag. After exchanging a glance with Dani, Malcolm opened the bag and retrieved the black plastic container inside. It was supposed to hold the drugs. However, peering inside, his eyes went wide as Malcolm saw a small timer with a red blinking light and thin wires surrounding it. Closing the box quickly but carefully, he yelled, "Bomb!" The pedestrians near them screamed and fled for safety, while Malcolm tried to figure out what to do. There was an alley nearby he could toss it in, but there could be somebody back there, and it would probably take too long to get it back there anyway. There seemed to be no good option and only seconds left to react.

"Malcolm! The garbage can!" Dani shouted, pointing over his shoulder.

He hurried over to the metal bin, threw it in, covered it back up with the lid and made a run for it. "GET DOWN!" He screamed, knowing it would go off any second. Jumping through the air, he tackled Dani to the ground and shielded her with his own body as a loud explosion erupted behind him, flinging garbage and debris everywhere.

Malcolm and Dani didn't move for a long moment as they stared into each other's eyes deeply and held onto each other for dear life. Her heart was racing and she was breathing heavily, but she managed to blurt out, "Malcolm, are you okay?"

"Are you okay?" He panted back. When she nodded, Malcolm finished, "Then, yeah, I'm okay."

Just then, Arroyo and JT made their way over and hoisted Malcolm up off of Dani and onto his feet. After helping Dani up next and making sure they were both okay, a million questions ensued. A little while later, after being checked out by paramedics, Gil sent the two of them home, figuring they had been through enough for one night, and he and JT could wrap things up themselves at the scene. Agreeing to leave, Malcolm hailed a cab for him and Dani. He had the cabby take them to Dani's place first, wanting to make sure she got home safe. Once they arrived at her building, he told the driver to wait while he escorted Dani inside, up three flights of stairs, and to her door.

It had been silent for the entire walk until the end when Dani turned to face him and said, "Thank you for walking me home. It was very chivalrous of you."

"You're welcome." Malcolm smiled timidly then added, "You know, tonight was fun... I mean, right up until we almost died in an explosion."

Dani's lips quirked upward as she replied, "Yeah, it was."

"Maybe..." He started then quickly cut himself off.

"Maybe what?" She probed curiously.

Taking a deep breath, Malcolm pushed forward, knowing that if he learned anything from tonight, it was that you have to make the most of the present because you never know what will happen in the future. So, he continued his thought and said, "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

"You mean, without explosions, drug dealers, and the guys listening in on us?" Dani quipped.

"Yeah, just you and me... and maybe some beer and take out." Malcolm clarified with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Biting her lip, she stared into that sanguine sapphire gaze of his and thought for a moment. Breaking into a smirk, she finally answered, "Yeah, I'd like that.

"Really? I-I mean, good. Me too." He fumbled. "So, I'll call you, or you can call me if you want."

"Well, we'll see each other tomorrow." Dani reminded. "We've got a case to solve remember?"

"Right, the case." Malcolm nodded. "We will take care of that first, then I'll call you."

"Sounds like a plan." She told him.

"Not a plan. A date." He corrected, finally saying the word aloud.

"Yeah, a date." Dani agreed with a grin then turned to unlock her door. Opening it a crack, she paused, turned, and called out, "Malcolm?"

He had just turned to leave, but turned right back around at her voice and replied, "Yeah?"

Crossing the distance as rapidly as she could in her stiletto heels, Dani pressed her hands against his chest and kissed him tenderly. Pulling back after a brief moment, she whispered, "Thanks for protecting me tonight."

Astonished by her actions, Malcolm didn't have time to say or do anything before she sauntered back toward her apartment. It wasn't until Dani was inside that he touched his tingling lips and mumbled, "You're welcome." Then, turning once more, he headed back down to the cab with a goofy smile on his face and a spring in his step.

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osakaso5 · 5 years ago

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Spirit Kaleidoscope: Empty Absolution

Chapter 2 - The First Squadron and the Second Squadron

Chapter Index

Katanashu Station - Corridor

Madoka: ...And that's about all of the station. Phew, I'm beat.

Madoka: It's a big building with lots of facilities, but you'll learn to find your way around in about two or three days, give or take. Are we finally done?

Momiji: Yeah. I'll do the rest of the tour myself.

Madoka: And I don't have to guide you to the Grand Gate near the grounds... right?

Momiji: The Grand Gate... You mean the torii-like structure that connects to the human world? I passed through it on my way here, so I should know where it is just fine.

Madoka: ...Speaking of which, how did you get all the way from there to the reception room? Must've been difficult to find.

Momiji: The shikigami waiting in front of the gate showed me the way.

Madoka: Ah... Now that you mention it, I guess we did leave one there to serve as a guide some time ago.

Momiji: Though as soon as I left the reception room, it turned into a guard.

Madoka: Ahaha! Yeah, it was straddling you on the floor. That was hilarious.

Momiji: ...Why do the shikigami attack people? They're supposed to be under human control. Though I did hear that they're very dedicated to their duties during my training.

Madoka: You're not wrong about them being dedicated. That's why the one you were with stopped you from going anywhere other than the place you were guided to.

Momiji: ...I see. So they're not very smart.

Madoka: They can only follow simple orders, but they're still convenient. They never get tired, and they do their duties diligently. You can even play go with them if you teach them the rules.

Madoka: ...Come to think of it, you were trying to cut through the one from earlier... Can't you use shikigami properly?

Momiji: I know how, I just haven't done it before.

Madoka: Gimme a break. You better learn how to use them even a little bit, because I'm not going to handhold you through everything.

Madoka: The shikigami take care of all our daily chores, like guarding, cooking, and cleaning.

Momiji: ........

Madoka: Hm? Cat got your tongue?

Momiji: No... I'm just realizing how different this is from the world I used to live in...

Madoka: No kidding. Over there, it's all political tension and infighting, and over here, it's swords, yokai, and supernatural realms...

Madoka: This place is like a horror movie. But it's still more peaceful than being a soldier in the capital.

Madoka: I didn't know a world like this existed before I got assigned to the katanashu, either.

Momiji: Yokai, huh...

Momiji: Do they really exist? I haven't even gotten to go to that city they supposedly live in, so I'm still not entirely convinced...

Madoka: They do.

Momiji: ...You've seen them?

Madoka: Seen them, talked to them, touched them. They're flesh and blood here, just like you and me.

Momiji: ........

Momiji: Then, that really was...

Madoka: ...Hm? Did you say something?

Momiji: Ah, no...

Madoka: .....? Well, whatever.

Madoka: Never mind that, you said you had training before coming here? Did they tell you what your duty is as a katanashu?

Momiji: Yeah. Just the basics of it, though.

Momiji: "The katanashu are the capital's top secret organization. Its purpose is to monitor the Yokai of Hikagemachi, and it has two primary duties."

Momiji: "Controlling the yokai's travels to the human realm, and making sure humans lost in Hikagemachi are returned home safely."

Madoka: Wow, that was perfect! I've got nothing left to teach you. Can I go back to my room now?

Momiji: ........

Madoka: Geez, don't glare at me like that... Learn to take a joke...

Momiji: By the way, I heard that we were to use our abilities to erase the memories of any human who wanders into Hikagemachi.

Madoka: Yeah. If we let them blab about their trip to the yokai world, the whole country would be in chaos.

Madoka: Way back when the katanashu didn't even exist... It might've been more common for yokai to live in the human world.

Madoka: A long time ago, they lived so close to us that humans who wanted a piece of yokai power could worship them as gods, or even enslave them using contracts.

Madoka: That stuff's banned nowadays. I guess the yokai got sick of being used by humans, and moved here.

Momiji: Getting lost in another world... It's like being spirited away.

Madoka: Especially if you've never been here before. Like I said before, the human and yokai worlds basically mirror each other.

Madoka: Even our station should have its equivalent in the human world, though we can't see it.

Momiji: Maybe they're on different wavelengths, or something... Like electromagnetic waves that you can't see with the naked eye?

Madoka: Maybe? I don't know the specifics, and I don't really care.

Madoka: In any case, it's not actually uncommon for people to wander in here by accident.

Momiji: ...I see. So that's what they need the katanashu for.

Madoka: Hmm... Is that all there is to it..?

Madoka: It's not rare for humans to end up here, but it's still only around 4 to 5 people a year.

Momiji: ...Then what do the katanashu do when they're not taking care of lost humans?

Madoka: Nothing, really?

Momiji: ...Nothing?

Madoka: Yeah. Nothing. Ah. I guess Commander Kasane plays games? With playing cards and stuff.

Momiji: Playing cards...

Madoka: And hanafuda, too.

Momiji: Hanafuda...

Madoka: If only we could use phones. We're not even allowed to bring electronics here. Not that I could get a signal here.

Madoka: Can you believe that's not possible in this day and age!? I can't get in touch with girls! I can't check my social media timelines!

Madoka: It feels like I've been kicked out of the real world... I don't even know what I'm living for in this cryptic realm.

Momiji: .......

Madoka: Sigh, I wanna go home soon... It's getting to a point where I'd gladly get fired, and I don't mind resigning whenever.

???: Cowardly as always, Madoka.

Madoka: Ugh..! ...Commander Hanabusa. My humblest apologies..!

Hanabusa: If you wish to return to the capital so badly, I'll gladly have you repatriated together with a report letting them know that you're abandoning your post.

Madoka: I-I was only joking, of course. A new member has joined our squadron, so I thought I'd make him feel more at home..

Hanabusa: Hmph. Your mouth still runs endlessly.

Momiji: .......

Madoka: Allow me to introduce you. This is Momiji, who'll be in the second squadron starting today.

Momiji: My name is Momiji. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Hanabusa: Right.

Madoka: Momiji, this is Commander Hanabusa. He was sent by the capital to be the katanashu's superior officer.

Madoka: He serves as an inspector outside of his military duties. Make sure to treat him with the appropriate respect.

Momiji: Yes.

Hanabusa: His conduct is fine, but he's arrived a bit late.

Madoka: Well, uh... We had a bit of a mixup...

Hanabusa: More like negligence. This is Kasane's second squadron we're talking about. It's hard to imagine you doing your jobs properly.

Madoka: Ahaha...

Hanabusa: You must've been very unlucky to have been assigned to this group of slackers.

Momiji: Not at all. I will abide by any decisions the military makes for me.

Hanabusa: ...Hmm.

???: Commander Hanabusa, are you here!?

Hanabusa: What is it, Aoi? It's rare to see you so flustered.

Aoi: We've received a message from the capital, and... The general has something to tell you directly.

Hanabusa: ...The general? Hand me the message.

Aoi: Yes.

Rustle...

Hanabusa: .......

Madoka: Eep... The general's practically at the top of the chain! What would a head honcho like him want with the katanashu..?

Momiji: .......

Aoi: ...I haven't seen you before.

Momiji: I'll be working in the second squadron starting today. You can call me Momiji.

Aoi: ...A newbie, huh. I'm Aoi, of the first squadron. Nice to meet you. Since we're in different teams, I doubt we'll interact much.

Momiji: Yeah.

Madoka: By the way, the first squadron has one more member. But now that I think about it, I haven't seen him all morning...

Aoi: He's probably wandering around Hikagemachi again. Or maybe he's wasting his time loitering around that ramen shop?

Madoka: Again? He's a weird one, for sure.

Aoi: What a disgrace... I just hope he doesn't cause trouble again.

Aoi: I don't want anything to do with his problems, even if we are in the same squadron.

Momiji: "Again"..?

Madoka: Whoa... That's cold, dude. He's still your senior, isn't he?

Aoi: He's someone who caused so many problems in the capital that he was demoted twice. Senior or not, I find it hard to want anything to do with him.

Madoka: Yeah, but still.

Momiji: ...What kind of trouble did this person cause..?

Madoka: Who knows. I'm not sure, myself. Why don't you just ask him?

Momiji: Right...

Aoi: That aside, what did the general's message say, Commander?

Hanabusa: .......

Momiji: ......?

Momiji: What? Why do I feel like Commander Hanabusa's glaring at me..?

Hanabusa: ...It wasn't anything too important.

Hanabusa: The general was only reminding us of the soldiers' grave we live in. It was quite vile.

Momiji: Soldiers' grave..?

Aoi: What does that mean, sir..?

Hanabusa: You... Momiji, right?

Momiji: ......? Yes.

Hanabusa: Here's your first lesson from me. Don't get carried away, thinking you're any better than the rest of us.

Momiji: ........

Hanabusa: I don't know how they treated you in the capital, but I'm in charge here. If I catch you doing anything out of order, know that you'll be punished for it.

Hanabusa: Don't get too comfortable, and focus on your duties. Understand?

Momiji: ........ I understand.

Madoka: Whoa...

Hanabusa: Madoka, I'm saying this to you, as well. Pass this message to your commander too, while you're at it.

Madoka: ...Yessir!

Hanabusa: Let's go, Aoi.

Madoka: ...Ugh, I'm soooo tired..! At least they're finally gone... Those dudes give me the creeps..!

Madoka: Commander Hanabusa and Aoi are too goddamn serious. They're always looking down on the second squadron. Some call him Commander Ogre, but that's not exactly a popular nickname.

Momiji: He was pretty harsh on me. I don't remember offending him in any way, though...

Madoka: ...Pfft. Guess it was hate at first sight?

Momiji: Seems that way.

Madoka: You don't seem to mind.

Momiji: I'm used to it.

Madoka: ...To being hated? Maybe you should try being less anti-social, then?

Momiji: I make sure not to waste energy on useless things. No matter how I deal with other people, it's always the same.

Madoka: Hmm?

Madoka: Well, Commander Hanabusa's basically always like that. He's constantly on edge because he's such a glory hound.

Momiji: Glory hound? How come?

Madoka: Because he wants to return to his post in the capital. Unlike the rest of us, he's still working for them. That's why he's always showing off what an elite he is.

Madoka: Seems like he was well on his way to the top, but as you could see, he's stubborn and not too flexible. Some say he was shipped off to the katanashu because he was such a pain to deal with.

Madoka: Not that there's any glory to be found around here.

Momiji: .......

Madoka: At least the two of us should more or less get along, yeah? I get tired when things are too tense, and I don't want any trouble.

Momiji: Agreed. Too much tension will get in the way of our duties.

Madoka: Haha. You really are a serious guy. Welcome to the katanashu again, Momiji.

Momiji: Yeah.

Madoka: ...Is this finally enough info for you? Aagh, I'm beat! I'm gonna go to my room and take a nap.

Momiji: ...Hold on. Aren't you going to show me around the city?

Madoka: Huh? The city?

Momiji: I want to see the city for my duties' sake. And there's something I'm curious about...

Madoka: Ugh... Only a weirdo would want to go to a city swarming with yokai voluntarily.

Madoka: Not that I'll stop you. Wait a sec. Uh, I think it's around here...

Momiji: .....?

Madoka: Ah, found it! ...Here, you can have this.

Momiji: A piece of paper..? It looks pretty old...

Madoka: It's a map of Hikagemachi. Use it. You'll be fine by yourself as long as you have that, right?

Momiji: ...Huh?

Madoka: Like I said, I'm off duty. I was up all night playing five-in- a-row, so I've been sleepy all morning... Yawn...

Momiji: Five-in-a-row...

Madoka: Alright, you're free to go. We don't exactly have a curfew, so come back whenever you're done scoping the city out.

Madoka: Seeya~.

Momiji: ........

To be continued...

#idolish7 #spirit kaleidoscope #translation #event story #other translations

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likesomekindofcheese · 5 years ago

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When I’m With You (Ben Hanscom x fem! Maid!Reader, Soulmate AU)

A/N: Hello @may85, it is I!!!! Your Secret Santa revealed for @bowieandqueen11‘s Christmas event!! I hope you like it, I have never written for The Loser’s Club before and now this is the right time! I hope you like it!

Here is a link for the song at the end of the Oneshot, for anyone who’d like to listen!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_VpBqHYv0M

Word Count: 2066

Warnings: maid/domestic work, a meet cute, drinking, swearing, a bit of angst, doggos, soulmate au with marks and the whole shebang and a bit of Reddie thrown in too!

You looked at the mark on your forearm under your stuffy black dress. A single red mark the shape of an oval, but all alone. No soulmate, no second mark. You covered it up before some old woman in a tiara could see you and spit at you for another Rose glass.

Snooty Architect parties made you want to crash your head into the wall.

Maybe it was because it was long, it took hours to prepare and hours to clean after, but that was not all. It was the people.

“Hey, gimme another martini, will you?” your boss asked. “And there’s something on your apron, sweetheart, wipe it off.”

You sighed. You knew that being a maid would not be easy. But the thought of dropping to become a stripper making a thousand a night seemed a little tempting that night.

You went into the bathroom and wet a towel to clean your apron, noticing a strain of meatball sauce, but as you squeezed out the surplus liquid you got a look at yourself.

Who would pay to see me strip, though? Your eyes looked puffy and your hair was a mess.

As you turned back to go to the party, you turned back to your senses to make it more enjoyable. There was beautiful jazz piano music drifting through the air along with some clicking heel steps and laughter that was small and polite.

Rarely, you would see a pair with the two red marks. It would peek out from a sleeve on the wrist or revealed on a shoulder thanks to a woman wearing a dress with no neckline. But there were a lot of double marks and happy faces to go along with them.

Armies of black tuxedoes and sometimes the glittery green and blue and red dresses the women wore would catch your eye. They smiled with bright pink lipstick and then men would take out a cigar occasionally, mixing it with the smell of flowery perfume and the spray you have been using to keep it clean.

And speaking of clean, there was a mess on the floor again.

Snapping out, you were about to run back to the cleaning supplies to fetch a mop when someone called

“OOOF!”

BAM!

You looked over and saw a man was lying down over the stain.

People turned around and gasped pretentiously at this event. You could swear the piano stopped too.

Hurrying over, you offered your hand to the man.

“I’m so sorry! I was just about to clean that mess up! Are you okay?” you ask in one breath.

As you got a good look at him you had to revise that second thought.

It was a handsome man who was lying over the stain.

He was slightly freckled with brown hair and a beard that seemed as soft as clouds. He was tall and muscular with high cheekbones on his face. And as for his tuxedo…well, you know what they say about a man in a tuxedo. He was like a walking ken doll.

Too bad it was now ruined, considering that said stain was over the seat of his pants.

You helped him up and led him to a back closet. Pushing aside from any snide looks at the sight of a man and woman going into a room alone together, you sat him on an upside-down bucket and began searching the containers.

“Trust me, this isn’t the first time this has happened, but I know how to clean it” you insist.

He looked down at his pants and then at you.

“Oh, thanks a lot! That’s very nice of you” he said cheerfully.

“I’m just doing my job” you replied with a shrug. A half-smirk made it’s way on you as you checked the stain conveniently on his gluts. It wasn’t a sight to complain about.

“A lot of people here would have just turned away…” he mumured, looking at the door back to the party.

You give him the bottle of the mixture you kept for stains and hand it over to him.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asks politely. He looks down a little and puts an arm on his forearm, rubbing timidly.

You answer him with your name.

“Lovely, I’m Ben, Ben Hanscom.” he replies.

The party felt a little faster after meeting Ben, but once the clock struck midnight you sighed at the streamers and stains and bits of food everywhere. You had just gotten the broom and dustpan, ready to go only to notice that one guest hadn’t left yet.

“Ben? What are you doing here?” you questioned your eyes the size of the moon.

“I couldn’t just say thank you, look!” he points to his pants where the stain dipped.

It is barely visible.

“Let me return the favor, okay? I’ll help you clean up” he begs.

May 2019

Winter and Spring had long since passed. But your friendship with Ben had not. Just his face and the thought of his voice made every grueling day of scrubbing floors pass by with a smile on your lips.

Feeling a buzz from your purse, you looked down to see it was Ben’s name on top of that happy little green square. Joy buzzed in your guts as you sat down on your boss’s yellow couch, freshly vacuumed, and read the text, the phone almost to your nose.

Ben: Hey there, I’m having dinner with someone.

Now a different feeling buzzed in your guts.

Ben: It’s someone important. What kind of drink should I have? You’re a total drink expert so I wanted to ask you.

Someone important. Probably a female someone.

You texted back with an angry huff escaping your lips.

Y/N: Depends, what meat are you having?

Ben: I’m fixing a meatloaf. I know, it’s old fashioned. I’m a mom at heart, Y/N

IY/N: t’s alright! Well, since that’s darker meat, go with a bottle of red wine!

Ben: That’s perfect! Thank you!

Y/N: I swear Ben, you make buildings, cook, and you’re learning the piano! You’re a real Renaissance man!

Little did you know that Ben was roasting his mother’s signature meatloaf at home. The thought of your name made him feel warm, and not just from the oven.

Flutters aside from your comment, he reached over and texted.

Ben: You always help me give such good advice, it’s for my buddy, Ritchie! I haven’t seen him in years! I’ll tell him that the wine was your idea.

Y/N: Ritchie? One of your Derry buddies?

You got up from leaning on the couch and nearly let out a whoop, but stopped, knowing your boss was in the midst of his nap. That jolt of happy lightning was still going through you.

Ben: Yup! He’s coming over to discuss proposal ideas….

Y/N: Lucky girl.

Ben: Well, Eddie’s not a girl, but he’s lucky. I hope you like Pomeranian pics bc his new puppy is the cutest thing…

Y/N: Please send them!

He immediately sent you a picture of the sweetest looking Pomeranian curled up on a large bed, sleeping under the covers with his front paws tucked over like a polite child.

Y/N: Awwwww! Any name?

Ben: They don’t know. I keep trying to tell Ritchie that Punk Ass Bitch isn’t an option.

Y/N: How about Penny! Cause he’s the color of one!

There were five minutes of silence.

Not Penny was all that he said.

Tears returned.

August 2019

“I have never seen someone so disrespectful,” your boss glowered. From behind his desk, his shadow grew so large it seemed to swallow you whole.

“Sir, it was a mistake!” you begged.

“Not a mistake! An insult!” he screamed, banging his fists on his desk.

“Sir, please listen! I am truly sorry; I didn’t know this would happen! I didn’t know it was wrong! Here, let me take care of it, I swear…” you beg, your legs begin to buckle beneath you.

“Get out! You’re fired! And so, help me, I never want to even speak to you again!” he thundered, pointing to the door.

Nauseous and sobbing violently, you ran out.

But the sun was setting, and it seemed there was no one. Almost no one. There was one person you wanted to see more than ever now.

Nerves shackled your stomach. You hadn’t talked to Ben much since that day because you were so ashamed, but here you were. Knocking on his door, he opened wearing a button-up shirt that made you want to swear under your breath.

“Ben, let me just make this quick, I’m so sorry. I sent that text...”

“No, no, please Y/N, don’t worry! I’ll explain everything. You had no way of knowing, please come in!”

You walked into his house, admiring all his things. His black dog trotted over and smiled in a greeting, wagging his tail so hard that it hurt a little when it hit your leg.

Looking over, you noticed a picture frame. It must have been Ben with his family but…there was only one kid. One kid that had his eye color but not his body type.

“Is this your family?”

“Yes, uhm…take a seat, Y/N, I have a lot to tell you.” He says, rubbing his hands together nervously.

“And is this you?” you asked, still looking at the frame.

He nodded “uhm…yes. I used to be heavy. I was bullied a lot. I spent all my summers at the library too.”

He lifted his shirt to show his stomach. Your eyes widened at the sight of some scars.

“Some bullies got me one day and almost stabbed me.”

“That’s awful. You’re lucky you survived.” you comforted, blinking slowly and trying to see it in your head. The thought of someone hurting Ben made your fists clench.

“That’s an understatement,” he said.

It was in the privacy of that house Ben explained everything. Derry’s curse. Pennywise. The deaths. The visions.

“But Ben….” You explain softly “I understand…I really do…”

You begin to reach over for his hand and instead, he hugs you deeply. Warm, soft, and safe, you feel some of his tears fall down his face onto your shoulder.

Suddenly you notice for the first time that his forearm has a mark just like yours. After the shaking and crying have paused for a moment, you touch it.

“Ben…look…” you whisper.

But he is staring at you back, mouth open and silent.

And your forearm is feeling very warm.

Ben barely gets the question out before you pull up your sleeve and show him your mark.

Only this time, there are two red ovals, just like his.

December 2019

“The day after Christmas has to be the saddest day in the whole year” you sigh, swirling the drink in your glass.

The sky was dark and full of gently falling snowflakes. You were lounging on your boyfriends' seat and his dog was curled up next to you. The dog’s hair was on almost all of your clothes now, but with such a sweet face (and an even sweeter owner), you couldn’t care less.

Ben looked at you, in his cream-colored sweater, and grinned. He then turned to the new piano he got for Christmas and sat down.

“Funny you should say that ever heard Alex Duffy’s music?” he asked, starting to play chords to get into the right key.

“No” you answer with your head shaking.

He offered an arm and gestured next to the piano. You walked over and stood still, watching him as he began to play and sing:

“I walk down the street and see a wintery wonderland

The candles in the windows and the salvation army band

All the people wandering 'round in a sudden state of glee

But all of those people, they ain't me

I smell in the air pine needles fresh and new

And everyone's cheeks have got a pleasant rosy hue

They've got visions of the gifts that underneath their tree will lie

But to that I say: not I”

He then looks at you, and plays a bit further, only glancing at the keys.

For I've got a secret that no one else can know

That keeps my temperament even during times of snow

I've got the perfect present, one not wrapped up in a bow

It lifts my spirits high when I'm feeling low

Others long for the holidays, yes indeed they do

But every day is Christmas when I'm with you”

You keep listening to the song, then go around and wrap him in his arms. He keeps singing softly, for only you to hear.

Now some might say it's unfair and severe

That I get a Christmas gift each day of the year

To them, I would say that I've no guarantee

But maybe one day they'll find someone as sweet as she

I've got the perfect present, one not wrapped up in a bow

She lifts my spirits high when I'm feeling low

Others long for the holidays, yes indeed they do

But every day is Christmas

Yes every day I deck the halls

Everyday is Christmas when I'm with you!

He gets up and hugs you deeply, your arms entwined and your marks touching together. It snows a little harder when you both kiss.

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lookbluesoup · 4 years ago

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hmmm how about nate's deflowering and shaun learns what he is? also this is probably cheating bc it's our collab, but the world deserves to see more of your writing SO gimme some Trial by Fire too bc that is a fun au

Hey you >:0 It is cheating but your writing deserves some love too so I will accept it <3

Please enjoy this excerpt from “Nate’s Deflowering” in which Nora finds her boyfriend’s virginity to be extremely amusing:

“Pff, leave it to me to fall for the one gentleman left in the world.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Nate scoffed with a cautious smile, left uncertain by the tone of her voice, “Should I start fabricating a roguish persona to capture your imagination?”

“Honey, are you blind? You’ve caught it already.” She kissed him, reaching for a hand which Nate clasped eagerly. Nora dragged it downward, urging his fingers beneath the lip of her skirt where heat was already pooling between her legs. Nate broke the kiss abruptly, doe-eyed as he pulled away. “What are you doing?”

Nora scoffed, a little stiff in response to the harshness of her suitor’s rejection. “Haven’t you ever been with a woman before?”

He hesitated, moonish eyes stuck on her and seemingly unable to blink, then retorted with a defensive grimace, “Have you?”

“Maybe.” Nora smirked, but the grin faltered as suspicion claimed her. “Nate Ronan, am I really the first girl who’s ever wanted to sleep with you?”

“Well, no-but…” Nate swallowed, looking away, “...The first I’ve wanted back.”

She laughed, which only seemed to make him more uncomfortable.

Nora tilted her head. Her very own Sir Gawain, chaste and proper, with lips like those? It seemed hard to believe.

---

Shaun learns what he is a few years after the fall of the Institute. Nate chose to let Shaun believe he was a human child and enjoy that innocence as long as possible, but Shaun doesn’t age in my HC so after a few years, the lack of growth starts to get harder and harder to shrug off. Eventually someone finds out what he is. And they’re not synth-friendly. He’s kidnapped - and though quickly rescued by Nate and a frantic set of companions, but the cat’s out of the bag, and Nate has to tell Shaun what he really is.

---

TRIAL BY FIRE is SUPERHERO Mal and Nate and I love it dearly I am very glad we decided to throw these beans into it. Nate, a superhero under the government’s thumb, is sent in to apprehend the notorious fire-powered villain, Mal. Nate tries to negotiate. Nate has the ability to connect with and redirect energy, something along the lines of chakra, which he mostly uses for healing. SO the hope was that if Mal tried to set him on fire, Nate could just, redirect that too. And Nate was supposed to take Mal down, but of course, he’d much rather try to talk (this is written by me and @saltsealed where we each controlled our own character):

"Hey, ah y'don't sound so good, Malcolm!" Nate called pointedly. "Maybe I can help you out."

Mal's hands shook. From fear now as much as strain. He willed himself not to think about it, and let the bitterness squeezing his heart speak for him. "Help me?" He wheezed another laugh. "What kinda help—do you think you can give me?"

As he spoke, Mal steadied himself. He thought he'd pinpointed the general area the negotiator was hiding. Without a way to know if the guy was alone or had a team for backup Mal was still going into this blind, but maybe if he hit hard enough they'd respond in kind, and at least this would be over.

“You don’t have a lot of options, here.” Nate pressed. “But if you cooperate we can make this as painless as possible.”

"Y'know, if you really wanna help me, you could just let me go." The words came out softer, with an underlying melancholy Mal hadn't meant to escape.

Nate hesitated. His hands lowered down to chest level, and he took a quiet step in the direction of the voice. “Can’t do that, Malcolm. You’ve hurt too many people. But if you come quietly, I can make sure you get to walk out of here with some dignity, get a fair trial.” The words were out of Nate’s mouth before he thought them all the way through. Malcolm had a lot of people angry, and rightfully so. Even a fair trial would mean putting him down. But he was desperate. Maybe he still had hope. “This doesn’t have to end in flames.”

Resignation sank like a stone in Mal's gut. He closed his eyes briefly and rested his temple against cool, gritty concrete. God, he was tired.

When he opened them again (blinking through tears that hadn't stopped since the gas first hit him, leaving the world distorted and out of focus) he let everything else fall away.

If they wanted a villain so badly, he supposed they'd get one in the end.

An ugly sound that might've passed for a laugh ripped out of Mal's chest. "Jesus, you sound like my old man." With a stiffness that lingered, he pushed to his feet, still tucked behind the pillar. "If you're gonna kill me, you could at least get my name right." Fire consumed him, the sudden change in pressure making his ears pop. "It's Mal."

Nate's stomach dropped. “Mal-”

When he moved, a wall of fire moved with him, in front of him, covering him. A rolling wave Mal threw everything he had behind. He didn't have the luxury of precision, but then, you didn't really need to aim a force of nature.

#<33 #wyn gabs #long post #ask #wip sampler #implicative #saltsealed

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