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lizdive · 6 months ago

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Heyy :3 I saw your Lynette! Reader and I'm love with it 🥰 Can I also request some version for Welt, Gallagher, Argenti? Ofc platonic all they wayy [I love ur work 🫶🫶🫶]

Yes you can nonnie 🫡🩷 thank you so much for your sweet words MWAH MWAH 🫶🫶 thank you for requesting !! if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo it <33 ALSO !! NOT CLICKBAIT I GOT TWO POSTS OUT TODAY AND THE CROWD WENT HOME 💯‼️ *Comically gets tomatoes thrown at me* /j

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" used to refer to reader ,, reader is a teenager ,, reader is based off of "lynette" from the game genshin impact ,, platonic relationships ,, mentions of being sold, close to being 'used', creepy old men, and other things relating to lynette’s past ,, mentions of various other characters in various parts ,, platonic relationships ,, not proofread ignore typos

⭑ Much like Dan Heng, WELT did not expect you to fully trust anyone on the express quickly, which was why he tried to make himself seem as welcoming as possible even though he very much is welcoming on his own.

⭑ He was patient with you and respected your boundaries, and when you’d give him your wacky replies he’d just nod his head and leave you alone. He never pushed you to do stuff with any of the members and was overall pretty chill.

⭑ His comforting and welcoming vibes alone helped you trust him easier than the other members of the express, and soon enough Welt found himself walking around with you trailing behind him like a duckling. If he was sitting in the parlor cart, you were next to him practicing or showing him your card tricks. If he was in his room, you were probably there just in the corner doing your thing.

⭑ Tea time anytime anywhere. WELT will always have the time to enjoy tea and snacks with you whenever you’d like! If you make your treats yourself, he’ll help you make them, too. It’s nice bonding time. He’ll also learn a thing or two about tea making from you as it seems that you take the art very very seriously.

⭑ He’s not a swordsman by any means but he’s seen many different fighting styles in his time so he’ll give you some tips on how to improve. He’d still prefer for someone else to properly mentor you and by someone else I mean Dan Heng as he’s the closest one to a swordsman on the express.

⭑ Like some others in the first part, he’ll keep something sweet with him in his pocket so if you’re ever craving something sweet or feeling hungry in general he’ll be able to hand you the sweet treat easily. Feels bad whenever he doesn’t have anything on hand, especially when there aren’t any stores nearby.

⭑ He can do the talking for you if you want him to. He’ll calmly tell others that you aren’t comfortable with conversations and that he’ll be doing the talking for you during interactions. If they don’t cooperate then he’ll just,, leave with you. He needn’t waste both of your times with someone who cannot respect boundaries.

⭑ Not surprised by your feline features as he’s seen many things in his time, but if you lean more into the feline mannerisms he’ll give you extra head-pats and ear scratches and may buy you cat toya if you want them. Makes sure you take care of your nails too!! Doesn’t want you hurting yourself.

⭑ He doesn’t mind participating in your performances. He,,,, he has experience on stage,,,, ahaha,,,, WELT can entertain a crowd! Doesn’t like the tricks that involve the both of you getting a bit messy thought like the water container, but he’ll indulge you in any other tricks! He also doesn’t mind watching your performances! He’ll smile and clap after every trick, praising your skill and what you do. He’s very supportive and would be honored if you teach him how you do what you do.

⭑ If you ever open up to him about your past, he’ll be there for you as he pats your head and rubs your back soothingly, telling you to take your time and that he’s so proud of you for getting through that and having the courage to tell him all of this.

⭑ Like Veritas, I don’t think WELT do anything to the man should he still be alive. He’ll help you forget him if you’re bothered by the memories and help you heal should you be repressing emotions. He’ll teach you how to accept and will make sure by the end of your journey you’ll be the best self you can be. He’s already so proud of you.

⭑ You both are like old people with technology and both learn as you go. A member of the express teaches WELT something, he’s quick to message or tell you about it and vice versa.

"Humans are complicated creatures. Even when they are not doing so intentionally, they will still unconsciously hide their true selves. Though I can always notice a few 'redundant' details, I won't expose their facades when it isn't necessary."

"That’s… very nice of you?"

⭑ You were a performer at the bar, many of the patron and visitors flocking to the bar just to watch your amazing performances. GALLAGHER couldn’t deny that you were a talented kid, and he also quite enjoyed your performances.

⭑ You were young, so it’s not surprise some people did try to get you to work for them instead in hopes of exploiting you. GALLAGHER would always step in if they were being too insistent and sometimes even kick them up, however most of the time they left you alone due to your eccentric replies. They always made him snicker in amusement secretly.

⭑ GALLAGHER will make you drinks as you work and fix up small snacks if there’s anything available. Because of you he’s become a bit of a tea-making expert. Every time you take a break or finish a performance he’ll have a nice cup of tea set up for you in the staff room at the back. He awaits your feedback.

⭑ When you invite him to joins you in your tea breaks? He’s either tossing the bar to Siobhan or another employee, and if there’s non then uhm,,, yeah he can’t join you but he’ll make it up to you! And if you help him with drink making he’ll cry a bit internally. You’re such a good kid,,,

⭑ Not only are you both a good duo in the bar, but you both are a good duo in officer work. He’s is a bit intimidated with your swordsmanship, but he also admires your quick and clean cuts. You become his unofficial official assistant sometimes when it comes to snatching up criminals and it’s actually kind of fun.

⭑ You suck at technology, he’s decent at it, he doesn’t mind. If you want to improve he’ll help you out but if you don’t he’ll supervise you whenever you’re using anything relating to technology so that you don’t burn the bar down or something. Is it possible to get hurt in the dreamscape? I can’t remember. But still, he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

⭑ Calls you 'kitty' jokingly but if you get upset he’ll drop it. Also, only he’s allowed to call you that. Nobody else. He feels that if others do it then it’s mocking you — even if they mean well he just doesn’t like it so only he can do it.

⭑ He’ll help you practice but I don’t think he’d perform insane acts with you. Maybe the more simplistic ones or ones that don’t require him doing really complex things. He just doesn’t want to mess up and ruin your acts. If you want him to do a dramatic announcement for you before you go on stage, he’ll do so happily.

⭑ The moment you open up to GALLAGHER trust that he’ll make sure you’re much more guarded and kept safe. He’ll also be much more observant of the patrons and visitors and nobody will be offering you work offers. He’ll ask you during your break times if anyone tried to do anything to you, and if so, to give him as many details as you possibly can. No need to ask why — he’ll deal with them.

⭑ Should the man that you were sold to dare be alive and enter the bar, GALLAGHER will have him out of there before you even catch a glimpse of him. He’ll also make sure that man is out of the dreamscape. Man, Sleepie has been needing a new toy as of recent!

⭑ Does the talking for you but at the same time not many people will be talking to you anyways after your performances because you’re having your tea break and so he’ll tell anyone that wants to interact with you that you’re unavailable for the rest of the time.

"If you explain a magic trick, then the allure of the performance is lost. Personal relationships are the same. If you want to understand me, why not learn a bit at a time, and gradually piece together a complete picture?"

"I like how you think, kid. Don’t change your mindset ever, got it?"

⭑ A new feline-featured performer holding a show in a planet nearby? Oh how delightful! ARGENTI’s getting a ticket to your show the second they’re available! He’s always loved performances and shows as they show how skilled others are and are always so beautiful.

⭑ He absolutely loved your performance and even wanted to thank you personally for the lovely time! And so after the lights were back on and all guests left, he made his way outside in search of you with an appreciative rose in hand which he expected he’d be able to give to you.

⭑However, what ARGENTI didn’t expect was for you to give him the wackiest response ever. He blinked, handed you the rose, and then continued to converse with you. He’s like Sunday but oblivious — there is no winning with him he can talk for hours.

⭑ It’s a huge yapper / listener situation. You travel a lot for performances and he travels a lot in search of Idrila, so you can’t escape him because he has the excuse to follow you around. Well, he does protect you even if it’s not needed due to your swordsmanship, but it’s convenient so you guess it’s fine.

⭑ ARGENTI also does all the talking for you which is a nice and huge bonus. Sometimes he does it without even realizing and nobody is able to make him shut up. It’s a big win win for the both of you and he never brings it up out of concern because you don’t seem bothered by it.

⭑ Finds your feline features beautiful and would love to help you groom your ears and tail if you’d let him !! He’s be very gentle as he brushes out the loose furs and if you like head pats / ear scratches he’ll sneak them in while he grooms your ears. He’s somehow so good at it for being a first timer (or so he claims.)

⭑ Very present in your performances and will always be there to support you and cheer you on, handing you a rose as a congratulations for the successful show. If you perform for him alone during your free-time, he’ll clap with a big smile and tell you how wonderful that was and how you’re improving so much.

⭑ ARGENTI is probably the best performance partner out of everyone because he puts in so much emotion with the tricks and acts he pulls. Also, he doesn’t mind being in front of a large crowd and he manages to captivate their attentions so that’s a bonus. You’re deadpan and he’s very emotional. A good duo.

⭑ If you open up to him, ARGENTI will be appalled. Not at you — never ever you — but at that disgusting man who dared to even think about using you. He’ll promise you that he’ll make sure nothing like that ever happens again and then he’ll ask if there’s anything he can do to make you feel better. Would you like a specially prepared fish dish? Some sweets? Tea?

⭑ Speaking of tea, he loves tea time with you! It’s a nice time for the two of you to bond and relax from life, enjoying the flavors of the teas that would vary each time you prepared some. If you teach him how you make your teas he’ll be over the moon.

⭑ I don’t think ARGENTI is bad with tech, he’s probably pretty good, so he’ll help you figure out how to not bust everything that contains some sort of tech or machinery. If you break things he won’t be upset or anything — he’s a pretty patient person. He’ll care more about you and if you’re injured.

⭑ Spars with you and constantly praises your agility and clean cuts. You both share tips and tricks for tending to your weapons and fighting in general, too. ARGENTI won’t be too rough on you but he will put up a challenge — he genuinely wants you to improve!

"Building a relationship with someone is like gambling. No matter how much information you have, it's hard to predict how other people might change. I've always had the habit of keeping a safe distance from others, but in your case... I'm willing to shoulder the risk of losing a bet."

"I promise you, you will not regret this gamble nor will you lose."

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lit3rallyll0yd · 5 months ago

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dating the ninja: series (headcanons) | lloyd garmadon , jay walker x reader<3 ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

a/n: theres a word limit, and i dont have enough space to add all the ninjas in one whole post, so we're doing this in parts of two. hence; series! part one will be lloyd and jay :) also this is mostly my old writing, words may not be spelled correctly.

warnings: none really, more like i cant remember lol

just enjoy (╥﹏╥)

· It took him so long to consider liking you. He's been through so much, especially after Harumi, he's scared to fall in love again.

· But he's been with you, even before Harumi and he knows you're not a bad person. He just has some trust issues her's trying t deal with.

· Harumi kinda broke him :/

· After considering his crush on you, it was Jay and Kai's mission to make him confess to you. Nya was with you on the other end. You told her you liked Lloyd for while and she had the biggest, dorkiest smile on her face as she squealed and hugged you.

· When Jay confessed to her, she was speechless, she can only imagine the pain you feel not being able to tell the person you liked them.

· Confessing to you was the hardest thing he's ever had to do. He would stammer on his words, make weird Lloyd noises like groans or whines when he messed up on a simple sentence, and his face would be as red as a tomato.

· You felt stunned when Lloyd stood in front of you waiting for a response. You would say nothing but give him a hug and said 'I love you too, Lloyd.' and he had tears of joy falling from his eyes.

· Nya, Kai, and Jay would be in the back hiding, spying on the too. When they say them hug and kiss each other on the lips, Jay jumped out a screamed "LET'S GOO!!"

· Durning the relationship, Lloyd would be the sweetest boyfriend even though he has no clue what he's doing. He wants to give you the world, but has no idea how to do that.

· He's also not the best with PDA. He's never received much as a kid, so he gets a bit jumpy when someone hugs him by surprise or when he holds someone for a certain amount of time.

· Comic store dates>>>

· He has no idea how to plan a date, so he normally asks if you want to go to the comic book store with him and you'll go from there.

· One time a date ended with you both getting ice cream and taking a walk around the beach docks. Wanting to take a peaceful selfie of you and him and a sudden seagull came and snatched his ice cream right out of his cone, hitting him in the face.

· You now have a photo of a burry Lloyd losing a fight to a seagull while your in the back scared but laughing at the same time.

· You taught Lloyd how to ride a bike. When he was still younger you noticed how little he knew about riding a bike, so when he grew you were able to show him and he got a little bit embarrassed when the guys found out.

· When you both sleep, Lloyd's normally the first to wake up but he's g r u m p y !!!

· He wakes up because of training and because of that he's kinda forgotten how to sleep in in the mornings. Hence why's he's so tired in the mornings and sometimes afternoons?

· He's also nervous to cuddle you while you sleep, but it's cute when they guys catch him snuggling into him like a cat in the mornings. He tends to cuddle into you during your and his sleep, it's so cute to catch.

· Did I mention he's a cat person? Lol

· Run your fingers through his hair, tell him he's worth it, just make him feel proud of himself and he'll be wrapped around your finger just like that.

· He's willing to do anything for you, do the same for him!

· Non-stop kisses. Whenever he sees you you better be ready to be bombarded by kisses to the lips, cheeks, nose, and even forehead from the Lightning Ninja!

· He likes to sneak up behind you and give you surprise kisses on the cheek. He loves seeing the way you jump forward when he scares you and when he sees that blush that forms on your face? He's gonna 'awe' at it and poke your cheek.

· He was the first one to confess to you. It was actually not planned out even though he did plan it out with the help from Kai and Cole, but of course, it backfired during a 'date' Kai and Cole made up for the two of you.

· He ended up blurbing it out all in one breath-

· "Y/NITHINKYOURTHEMOSTAMAZINGPERSONINTHEWORLDANDIDONTKNOWWHATIWOULDOIFINNEVERMETYOU!YOURTHEBESTPERSONIHAVEEVERMETANDIWANTEDTOTELLYOUILOVEDYOUFORSOLONGBUTIDIDN'TKNOWIFYOUFELTTHESAMEFORME!SOIUNDERSTANDIFYOU-"

· You shut him by placing a gentle kiss on his lips, pulling away, and giving him the sweetest of smiles. "I love you too, JJ."

· The amount of confidence he's got now because of that moment>>

· Kai got a bit jealous when he was told Jay was able to get himself a lover before him, and Jay took advantage of that always giving you a quick kiss on the lips when Kai walks by, wrapping an arm around your waist during movie night and seeing the angry look Kai gave him.

· Jay never felt more pleased- PFT

· Kai soon found Skylor and his jealousy was soon gone.

· Dates happen more often than you think. He takes you to the movies, gets some food, but he's sometimes broke and only has enough for take-out and you both sit in your room in your apartment and watch some Netflix.

· You both like to help PIXAL repair some of the vehicles. The Bounty is the main vehicle you repair. The Super Sonic Radar is also one of them and Jay adores the time you both have while PIXAL'S basically third-wheeling.

· If you go to school, Jay loves to walk with you. He'll offer to carry your bags, books, heck he even offered to carry you!

· When you make it to school, Jay acts like it's the last time he'll ever see you again.

· 'Do you haaave to go? I'll be alone allll day without your cuddles."

· He gave you the cutest of puppy dog eyes, but you tried to endure it and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back later, Jay. Don't get your bolts in a knot!"

· You came back and he tackles you, every daywhen you come home it's adorable.

· His favorite place to kiss you has got to be your nose. The way it scrunches up is so cute he can kiss it all day. His hands are on your cheeks, but they're sometimes also in your hair or hands.

· He's a cuddle bug, if you haven't already known, he can hug you all day and he will! One morning he refused to remove himself from your touch, so he rolled onto your back and you struggled to stand up...but once you did you basically gave him a piggyback ride until it was time to train.

· For breakfast he just chewed on a piece of buttered toast and Zane was not pleased. He told Jay to eat a proper breakfast but Jay was too into the toast and your warm touch to listen to the Nindroid.

· Speaking of mornings, Jay takes up almost the entire bed it's so hard to share one with him, but you're able to somehow get some room, but his hand is smacking you in the face and his legs are tangled with yours. Thank god you are used to it.

· When he wakes up there's drool on the sheets but he just wipes it down with his hands and turns back onto his back where he accidentally pushes you off the bed now he's awake when he hears a loud thud and you standing up with a scream causing him to scream.

· You rarely cuddle in the morning because one Jay pushed you out of bed and two you're both wide awake.

· He uses such dorky nicknames like, what??

· " Hey Cutie Patootie! "Snuggle Muffin"

( or if your a boy )

· "Mister Man" "Baby Boy"

· He's cringe but that's okay

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o-sachi · 5 months ago

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Wishlist! - Headcanons for WinBre Week!

ᯓ what are the furin boys putting on their wishlist this year? ᯓ characters; sakura haruka, suo hayato, sugishita kyotaro, mitsuki kiryu, kaji ren, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo ᯓ tags; just plain platonic headcanons

[🐟]: for day 5 - holidays prompt! @windbreakerweek

Sakura Haruka

"Ehhh? No... I don't want anything..."

He's only saying that because he'd feel like too much of a burden knowing someone might go out of their way to get him a present.

But he's like the easiest person to give a gift to because he will appreciate anything you give him. Hell, the fact that you even thought to get him anything is a gift in and of itself.

Although, he'd prefer something that isn't super expensive.

Wishlist: a new blanket, coupons for omurice, another pair of shoes (pls get our boy a new pair of shoes)

Suo Hayato

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful of you."

Not really choosy when it comes to gifts either. He's probably hella rich and has everything that he wants already, so gifts are like a kind gesture to him if anything.

Although, he prefers gifts with meaning over ones that are practical.

It's because he can buy the practical stuff, but he can't put in meaning into things that he buys for himself.

Wishlist: rare tea leaves, lucky trinket, calligraphy brush (a hobby he picked up recently)

Sugishita Kyotaro

"For me? Why."

Doesn't really think about gifts, both in the sense of giving and receiving it.

But if you give him one, he'll be over the moon. Doesn't matter what it is really. He's similar to Sakura in this regard.

However, his issue with gifts is that he doesn't know how to react when he's given one. Is a thank you enough? Should he get them a gift too? He's so overwhelmed. Poor guy...

Wishlist: a small plant for his room, a plain shirt, Ume's approval (he's been told you can't put things like this on a wishlist, but he got mad)

Mitsuki Kiryu

"Yippee! You're the best. Thank you so much."

He likes to joke about stuff that he likes to receive. Also jokes about not needing gifts because his fangirls already give him more than enough.

He judges gifts based on aesthetic appeal rather than its practical use. He doesn't care if its useless as long as it'll look good on him or in his room.

I just know this dude has the best reactions when given any gift. Even if he has experienced it soooo many times, he'll make you feel as if he's so thankful for it each time.

Wishlist: gems for the game he's playing, a cat charm, a hamburger phone case (so he can alternate between that and the hotdog phone case)

Kaji Ren

"Wha? What's the occasion? Well, thanks. I guess..."

Super adamant about not wanting to receive any gifts. He says he's happy enough to have loyal friends by his side. Honestly, he's just scared to get emotional if the gift ends up being too good.

Gifts from close friends hold more value to him regardless of what the gift is.

It's pretty easy to predict the things that he would like...

Wishlist: a box of lollipops, a new hoodie, a year's worth of Spotify subscriptions (me too actually sob)

Umemiya Hajime

"Whaddaya know? I also have a little something for you here!"

It actually puts a bit of pressure on you to find Ume the perfect gift because he is THE GIFT GIVER. It's like he always knows what everyone would love.

A really simple guy. Even quality time is considered a gift in his eyes.

Ume prefers gifts that aren't the usual kinds of things you'd buy from the store, so stuff like handmade gifts, home cooked meals, and letters are his favorite things to receive.

Wishlist: a new trowel for gardening, a shirt that says "Tomato Dad", a dinner party with the entire Furin student body (awww)

Hiragi Toma

"Thanks. I'll make sure to use this."

He's like an old man, so gifts that are practical are is preference. His eyes go wide when the thing is multi-purpose and a steal for its price.

He's also the type of person to preserve gift bags to use for another time. Although, he has definitely gifted back to a person using a bag given to him by that same person before...

A big believer of the saying, "It's the thought that counts."

Wishlist: stomach medicine... lots of it, hair gel, perfume/cologne (I JUST KNOW HE SMELLS GOOD)

Togame Jo

"Aww, this for me? You didn't have to."

Nonchalant as fuck when receiving gifts, but trust me, he is sobbing inside. He's so happy someone thought of him.

Also prefers practical gifts, but it hardly matters. As long as you got him something, he'll be grateful for it.

He won't admit it but he enjoys the moment of unwrapping the gift. Even better if it's wrapped neatly and with a bow on top. Kame's not sure why, but he just loves that part.

Wishlist: food foood fooooood, a new pair of sandals, fancy shogi set (to show off to the old men he plays with lol)

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker headcanons #sakura x reader #suo x reader #sugishita x reader #umemiya x reader #hiragi x reader #kiryu x reader #togame x reader #kaji x reader #wind breaker week #fish does winbre week

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cloveroctobers · 10 months ago

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NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18. “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8. “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡ ♡

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #fire country #fire country season 2 #bode leone #bode donovan #bode leone x reader #bode Donovan x reader #eve edwards #spring prompts #queued #max thieriot

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afyrian · 28 days ago

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☆ chapter two - words unspoken m.list

propping another yellow tulip into the paper wrap, you hold it with up your arms stretched outwards, trying to get a full view of the bouquet. leaves escape the top of the brown paper, peeking out into the world. staring at it, your finger mindlessly picks at different petals and flowers. "it looks perfect, stop messing with it," yachi walks into the shop, her puffer jacket still on, wool scarf cascading down her back and chest.

pulling off her matching hat, she rests it on your coat rack. the old wooden rack coming from the same heirloom antique store you delivery flowers to every week. as you look at yachi, you start to notice just how much of your shop's atmosphere comes the loved and the lost. biting your lip, you find your head shaking slowly, "i don't know, something seems off."

"put it with the other in-store pick ups and remember that your first instinct is always your best," yachi removes her scarf, continually trying to remind you that you understand flowers, and questioning yourself never helps.

rolling your eyes, you pat the counter, finally backing up and walking to the storage space at the front of the store. the light wood color matches that of the coat rack, something you strived for when searching every nearby hardware store for stain. fist-sized holes in every shelf leaves space for the stems on the flowers. setting the dozen tulips in, you stand back to stare at it once more.

the bouquet rests alone on the shelf. despite the tulips having each other for company, they have nothing else around them. their happy disposition confined to one space, setting a small frown on your lips. "more people are gonna start coming here, ordering from us. don't they say the first three years are the hardest for new businesses?"

looking back at yachi, your shoulders shrug as if they have a mind of its own. "right, yeah. just a bit disheartening is all," you crossing your feet as you stand there, hands clasping behind your back.

"well, to help calm your mind, why don't you just deliver these and grab us some lunch. they always give us a discount when we bring them a few complimentary sunflowers," yachi starts bagging a few small bouquets to hand you, one of the nearby restaurants contributes to a barter-like system with you.

her hands work delicately as she carries them over to where the sunflowers rest. a small basket holds a clear, plastic liner. inside the stems rest in a small layer of water, some fertilizer mixed within. "there, now get it delivered and get us a couple sandwiches," she sets the bag down onto the main counter, grabbing a small receipt.

meanwhile, you slip on an old jacket you got from your mother. the fleece inner lining rubs against your shirt, a long scarf quickly following behind. tossing it over your shoulder, you get up to grab the bouquets off the counter. letting out a short breath of hot air, you shrug your shoulders, grabbing the bagged set of bouquets. a few sunflowers placed deliberately within them.

"and i assume no tomatoes-"

"and no pickles, but you can get my pickles on the side if you want," yachi leans against the front counter, hands holding up her chin as her elbows press against the wood grain.

nodding at her, you push the front door open with your back, instantly feeling the rush of cool air. snow still falls slowly, the roads warm enough that it turns to water as soon as it collides. yet it builds along the grass and above the trees, starting to collect on your scarf. holding up the bag, you walk your way down the street, double-lined socks keeping your feet warm.

this small offshoot of tokyo has always been welcoming of small businesses. from local coffee shops that always think of a new drink to serve to a small board games store where the owners even create their own games to sell. and each and every store helps the others, making sure to leave a (not completely) complimentary iced coffee in exchange for a deck of cards.

however, getting calla lily off the ground has not been easy, the typical customer doesn't seem to make it to their website. all despite yachi's brief time with graphic design and the passion she poured into the website and the social media accounts she made. and due to the time of the year, most patrons tend to visit any nearby grocery stores to grab a poinsettia.

leaving your crocuses and daphne shrub to sit idly in your shop and eventually as a bouquet in your living room. even though you know a yellow crocus would work great for a gift or celebration. the rich color reminds you best of the sun's bright light on snowy days, only occasionally obscured by the clouds above. carrying the bouquets through the town, you spot the best lunch spot.

their outside string lights glow beneath a pile of snow, the bricks recently fixed after someone forgot to switch their car to reverse. using your free hand you reach for the handle, only stopped by a leather-clad hand reaching for the same thing. looking up from the handle, you spot the only person you didn't expect to see today... the mysterious stranger who destroyed your bouquet.

“come to squash another?” you bring your hand back, gaze unable to escape his.

“what kind of monster would do that to such beauty?” he motions his free hand at the shop, urging to step insane, quickly following after to get out of the snow. only suddenly realizing his words came out wrong, “because your bouquets are stunning. i even scoured your website some last night.”

“really? well feel free to order if you have any events or holidays coming up. people tend to like mistletoe this time of year,” you step into the line, free hand stuffed into your jacket pocket as you continue to look back at him and his golden tie that seems to match his eyes.

he raises his eyebrows, looking away from you with an auspicious smile. pursing his lips, he’s able to return your look, the same silver watch shining under the sun’s beams into the shop. “my boss is looking for a florist for our work event, maybe i’ll have to bring your name up, which is?”

“l/n y/n, owner of the calla lily and also part time deliverer. the reason for that being that men seem to always run into me and somewhat overpay for the squashed bouquets. some people call me the magnet, and you are?” you look up towards the board, wondering if you’d like to try something new.

“kuroo tetsuro. i happen to have been in the same situation, what a crazy world,” that same smile makes its way to his lips and you can feel the breath leave your lips, “so your shop must be pretty successful then?”

“we just opened earlier this year and so i would be hard pressed to define it as ‘pretty successful’. however, someone did order a bouquet yesterday, so i’m hoping the trend will pick up. so, mysterious kuroo, what do you do?” you narrow your eyes, stepping forward as someone finishes their order.

the sweet aroma of the morning pastries still lingers in the air, a hint of savory following from the stove-top grill. the soft overhead lights do little to compete with the sun’s bright rays. “i just work at the japan volleyball association, pretty menial work right now. but running into you has definitely made my days more exciting.”

“i would hope so, i am quite an exciting person,” you wink at him absentmindedly, like you would with yachi or any other friends, and yet unbeknownst to you, it strikes a cord in his heart strings.

turning towards the barista, you order lunch, making sure to give her the replacement bouquets for the tables. making sure to mention that yachi’s sandwich shan’t have a tomato in sight and the pickles can go on the side. leaning against the counter as you order, even grabbing out your wallet, you seem to not be able to keep your eyes from mystery man kuroo.

standing off to the side as they start making your sandwich you listen to kuroo place his order. something involving pacific saury and a side of rice. shoving his hands into his pockets, he stands beside you, inches between your shoulders. “so, maybe i’ll see you around town again?” he questions, unable to look at you as he questions.

“i’m usually out and about or in my store if you ever want to pop by, so, that’s up to you mr. kuroo,” you look over at him, tempted to say something else before your phone starts to go off.

the ringtone resembles a soft orchestra, the bass lowered and the brass section in need of a louder microphone. pursing your lips, you hold your phone up to your ear, but not before answering it and noticing that yachi is the one on the other end. she mentions something about the customer still not coming and wanting to know how long the sandwiches are going to be.

as you explain to her that you aren’t quite sure, kuroo’s order gets called, his gaze meeting your’s once more before he leaves for what you guess to be work. for a second, you see his lips twitch, like he wants to say something. instead he simply walks out, words unspoken. watching him fade from the store’s view, you return to yachi, “yeah, it shouldn’t take too much longer, why?”

“it’s just that sometimes they take forever and i know you like to be here in case any new orders come in.”

taking in a deep breath, your foot starts to tap against the restaurant’s tile flooring, “i doubt they’ll take much more time, but you got this. if any order comes in, i’ll just do it when i get back-”

“well you may want to hurry then, another order came in. this time it was for a mixed bouquet from the same number as the last one. it looks like they left instructions,” yachi sends your heart racing as she tries to navigate to the instructions, her online knowledge beginning and ending with a website’s appearance.

“well what did they say?”

“‘i hope you enjoyed the last bouquet, consider them and any more to come as a gift’… oh my god, y/n, you have a secret admirer or something.”

a/n: unedited but hopefully a banger taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy @grassbutneo @asrichin

@boosyboo9206 @anqelkoz @rriwyu @ssabvln @thesleepingrose

@chososcamgirl @lale-txt @weezerbby @cupidsblonde

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #hq x reader #hq fanfic #☆ love’s nectar #hq kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x you

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gl1tchy-4rt · 5 months ago

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Building a band!!

Here's the Members of...

"Here in 'Go Make Some Sound' it's all about doing something fun and enjoying ourselves, if we are not enjoying it then we try something else" - Marla the Mushroom

Marla the Mushroom: Bass player of the group.

She is peppy and outgoing, she maybe the only gal in the group but don't let that make ya think she won't defend herself!

Works part-time at "Noisette Cafe" and is good friends with the owner.

"I don't care if our music is silly, or childish or anything, what matters is that me, my pals and the audience we are having fun!" - Stretcher the Cheese

Stretcher the Cheese: Drummer of the group

He may look a bit old but i assure you he is full of life! Always amazed by the life and animals that live in the world.

Works part-time at Virgil's farm.

"All i have to say is that life is pretty amazing and i'm glad to be here" - Tommy the Tomato

Tonny the Tomato: Guitarist of the group

The chillest clown that ever lived, but that doesn't stop him from being a party animal!

Works part-time at a convenience store.

"I...i'm just happy to be alive and well, and especially that my friends are here and okay" - Brad the Butcher

Brad the butcher: Pianist of the group

Don't let his scary appearance fool you, he is pretty nice and pretty much the dad of the group, despite his challenged vision you, he can play music like a freaking master!

Works part-time as an actual butcher.

"Life's about enjoying yourself, so that's what we are doing! enjoying life" - Presley the Pineapple

Presley the Pineapple: Lead vocalist of the group.

A Strong yet melodious voice to set the stage and lead the band to a wonderful performance! And is that voice is no other than Presley! Leader of the group.

Works part-time in a bar.

"We are all here! and that's so cool!and i'm so glad that... we all changed, for the better!" - Peshino the Bot

Peshino the Bot: Accordion player of the group.

Hands that used to make pizza are now used to play wonderful melodies with his new friends! He is never afraid to put a bit of color to life.

Works part-time in a post office.

Last but not least be can't forget about their manager: Snotty and his secretary: Ms. Iceyy! By @fizzysartplace

Sadly we couldn't get an interview with them :(

(archive photography) /jk

So yeah! that's "Go Make Some Sound!!" i really enjoyed drawing them :)

See y'all next time! Buh-bye!!

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lawrenceofbessarabia · 8 months ago

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Chicken Paprikash

In the spirit of #draculadaily, here's a translated-by-me recipe for chicken paprikash from an old Serbian cookbook that used to belong to my great-grandmother. Other than adding a few editorial comments and reformatting it to make it easier on modern readers, I haven't changed the text much. Photo of original recipe below the translated text.

Chicken Paprikash with Nokledes

Ingredients:

For the paprikash:

1 whole chicken (recipe starts by assuming you will pluck your own!)

0.5 kg yellow onion (about one large one)

1 tablespoon butter (can substitute other cooking oil, but I recommend using a saturated fat)

1 tsp paprika*

1 red bell pepper OR 1 long, green pepper

4-5 roma tomatoes

Parsley

Black pepper

For the nokledes:

2 egg yolks

1 knob butter

"Snow of two egg whites" I think this means egg whites beaten to stiff peaks

Flour (no quantity specified, typical grandma stuff)

Pluck and clean chicken, if not done already, and cut into pieces. Peel onion and slice into thin ribs. Place in pot (I recommend a large dutch oven) one tablespoon of butter/oil and heat over medium-high heat. When butter/oil is hot, add sliced onion and salt immediately, then fry until completely soft. Add on top one tsp* paprika, bell pepper or long green pepper with the chicken meat, and fry with onion until onion is completely fried (nice and brown). Pour in enough water to cover meat. Add into the paprikash 4-5 chopped tomatoes, finely chopped parsley, a little black pepper, and salt as needed. Lower the heat and simmer the paprikash on a low flame until nearly all the water reduces, all while stirring frequently to avoid burning. When it is ready, it must have enough juice. Serve the paprikash with nokledes that are made in the following way:

Mix together all ingredients listed until well-beaten. Fill a pot with water, salt it, then bring to a boil. Wet a spoon in the boiling water and use it to take out little balls of dough and add them to the boiling water. Remove nokledes when cooked, and finish by frying in butter (you can also just use store-bought...)

Personal note: the original recipe calls for "one blade" of paprika, which my dad says is equivalent to one teaspoon. I have no idea what it means, so if anyone knows please share in the comments!

Unfortunately the bit about the nokledes got cut off, so if anyone wants the rest let me know and I'll get my dad to photograph the rest.

#dracula daily #chicken paprikash #paprika hendl #recipes #dracula

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lou-struck · 5 months ago

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Cheesin and Grillin

Kotaro Bokuto x reader

Prompt: 🎶+ kitchen

~After a productive afternoon, you are happy to make up some grilled cheese for two

W.C: 2k+

A/n: this is a prompt from an old event I wanted to finish so I hope you guys enjoy!

You're not sure how it happened, but today has transformed from a leisurely day off into a hard-core cleaning day. Maybe the urge to clean everything in sight came in with the breeze that danced through your open windows, Or maybe you just felt like it because, for the first time in weeks, you have had nothing to do and a decent chunk of alone time.

It's not that your apartment is messy, but you and Bokuto have busy lives and many responsibilities. Responsibilities that take precedence over wiping down the shelves of your refrigerator and all those extra deep cleaning tasks that you aren't able to get to on an everyday basis.

A citrus-scented candle flickers in the corner of the room as you listen to your playlist over a little speaker. The flames seem to dance to the beat of your favorite songs. These songs may not be the most popular, but they are your favorite to listen to in the judgment-free moments that solitude can bring.

Your music is rudely interrupted by the pinging of your phone over the speaker. It pings again and again and again as you are bombarded by eager, loving text messages from your boyfriend, who must be done with his volleyball practice. You weren't expecting to hear from him so soon, when he left earlier this morning, he told you that his team was having a photo shoot for their new merchandise and he wouldn't be back until later.

Hey, hey, hey!!!

Guess what babeeeee??

Photo dude bailed and now I am freeeee

Coming home now!

Let's eat lunch together!!!

You snort as you read his string of messages. If they were sent by anyone else, you're sure that all of that information would be in one text. But not Bokuto. He wears his heart on his sleeve and sends his texts as soon as they enter his head. It's great that the two of you get to have a spontaneous lunch, but you can't help but feel a bit worried. Your boyfriend has an incredible appetite and will definitely need to eat something filling to fuel him after his intense practice session.

Making a meal for one is one thing; when you're cooking by yourself, it's easy to just get by taking handfuls of whatever sounds good. But lunch for two people requires cooking; it requires ingredients.

Ingredients that you might not have. These past few weeks have been so busy that neither of you has been able to go to the grocery store.

The linoleum floors of your kitchen have never looked shinier as you leap over the remaining streaks of water the mop has left behind to get to the now sparkling refrigerator.

Flinging open the door, you admire your handiwork. There is not a streak of stray condiments or puddles from a leaky takeout box in sight. Save for a few groceries, it looks almost completely empty.

Just as your stomach begins to rumble…

I guess Kotaro isn't the only one who's hungry.

You stare blankly into the fridge, enjoying the sensation of cold, lemon-scented air on your warm skin. Aside from a few condiments, there isn't much food to choose from, but what catches your eye is a block of cheese and the last half of the sourdough loaf your coworker made for you.

"Grilled cheese?" you say aloud, reaching for the two components. The idea makes you suddenly remember that you have a can of tomato soup in the pantry that you can heat up to make the meal more satisfying.

The bread is beautiful; its crust is a rich golden brown, and the inside looks like lace. You have no idea what your friend did to make such a perfect loaf of bread, but you know how heavenly it will taste once you toss it in a pan with some cheese.

With your fav on the way home, there is no time to lose. You remove a cutting board and pan from the drying rack and get to work. You set the pan on the stove and crank the burner to low as you begin slicing up your bread and cheese, making sure to nibble on a few of the not-so-perfect slices of cheddar goodness as a reward for all your hard work.

As the pan's temperature slowly climbs, you smear one side of the freshly sliced bread with some overpriced artisanal garlic butter that Kotaro bought last week for its cool packaging.

As soon as you assemble your sandwich ingredients and place them on the pan with a light sizzle, Your boyfriend bursts through the door like a happy hurricane.

"Something smells good in here, and it sure isn't me," he exclaims, smelling the masterpiece you have been creating.

His wild golden gaze scans you as he haphazardly tosses his gym bag on the floor. When he sees you, His smile is instant as he runs towards you and scoops you up with ease, peppering your face with kisses. "Ahhhh y/n! I missed you so much." He cries dramatically, his voice slightly panting from his barrage of kisses. "I feel like I haven't gotten to talk to you in forever."

"I missed you too, Bo," you say, leaning in and giving him a light kiss of your own. "But I'm glad you were able to come home early today."

"Right? Me too. The minute they told us we could go, I was out the door." His eyes are fixated on the pan as he picks off a piece of frying cheese with his fingers as he continues, "I almost ran over Omi with my car when I was pulling out of the parking lot because I was so excited, we never get to have lunch together like this so I am super excited."

"And was he mad?" you ask, watching him unbothered toss the fried cheese into his mouth with his usual unfaltering smile.

"I don't know, I was too excited to see you." if this man had a tail, it would be wagging up a storm right now. Suddenly, you both notice that a new song is playing through the speaker.

"Hey hey hey! this is that song you like, right ?" He asks with a grin. He sets you back on your own two feet and reaches a muscular arm over to the window ledge to crank up the speaker's volume as loud as it can go.

Grabs both of your hands. "Come on, babe, let's go crazy."

His energy is infectious, and you find yourself dancing along with him and belting out the words. You're not surprised that he took the time to learn every word to your favorite song, that's just the kind of man he is. He knows that when you care about something, He wants to care about it, too.

He spends on the beat, grabs a spatula off the counter, and starts singing into it like it's a microphone. When you're with him, it's easy to get swept up in his carefree silliness, and soon, the two of you are screaming along to the music like the fools in love you are.

Everything is perfect.

Until…

The chalky scent of smoke floats under your nose. And the spell is broken, your microphone is once again a spatula and the grilled cheeses you were making are smoking. Your eyes shoot open in a panic as you look across the kitchen at the pan you had left unattended. You rush over to the sandwich halves and flip them over in hopes of salvaging something edible.

But your efforts are in vain, the grilled cheeses are absolutely charred, inedible. Not even Bokuto would eat this mouthful of ash.

The smoke alarm, just your boyfriend's spiky black and white head, blares loudly/a painful noise, causing him to cry out in pain as he raises his large palms to his ears.

Damn it. All you wanted to do was make some grilled cheese, and now your kitchen is hazy with smoke, and the alarm is so loud you cannot hear yourself think.

"Don't worry, babe, I got it." He yells, sensing your distress. The athlete rushes around your apartment opening windows and turning on fans to try and clear out the smoke. But when the alarm continues to go off, he grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

He swings the garment rapidly above his head like a helicopter, and you can't help but admire his well-built physique; he's not just strong; all those hours in the gym have him looking like he was just carved out of marble. Although you have seen him shirtless countless times, the beautiful sight never fails to bring a flustered heat to your skin.

You are so focused on the extroverted artwork in front of you that you don't even realize that the smoke alarm has long since quieted.

"Hey hey hey, it looks like someone likes what they see." he laughs, suggestively wiggling his thick eyebrows at you. He flexes just a tad more just to tease you before putting his shirt back on.

With that wonderful distraction taken care of, you returned to your task at hand. Disposing of the lumps of charcoal that were supposed to be grilled cheese sandwiches. Your face falls as you look at your ruined lunch, unable to look at the monstrosity any longer; you pick up the still steaming pan and walk it over to the disposal, a heartbroken expression on your face as you mourn the loss of the bread. Maybe one day, your pal will make you another loaf, but at this point, do you deserve it?

"Wait," Kotaro says, suddenly holding out his hands. He is looking at you with the same expression he makes when his team manager pulls him away from signing autographs for starry-eyed children. "Don't look so sad y/n, I don't want your hard work to go to waste. I'll still eat it."

He reaches his hand to the skillet, ready to pretty much eat ash to make you happy, but you laugh and dispose of the 'sandwiches' before he attempts to poison himself.

"You're so sweet, Kou, but these sandwiches are ruined, and there's not much else in the fridge." you frown as you try to think of a backup plan. There's an overpriced market on the corner, you could run down there and just grab something for you two to eat and then go to your usual grocery store after?

But there is something so disheartening about going to the store twice in one day, it seems like a waste of a trip.

Although he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, your boyfriend's eyes light up. "I have an Idea, come with me." He bounds over to you eagerly and tosses you over his shoulder. ""I'm gonna take you out on a lunch date and then we can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want." He is so excited about getting to spend the day with you he starts toward the door without keys, wallet, phone, shoes, or anything else that you need to leave the house.

"Wait, Kotaro. Let me down for a second," you squeal, a gleeful smile on your face. "I need to put on my shoes first if we are gonna go anywhere."

"Oh, right." he chuckles, setting you down gently. "Sorry, I guess I was getting ahead of myself again; it's easy to get carried away when I am carrying you."

You chuckle at his cheesy declaration as you lace up your shoes. Today's errand date will probably be anything but ordinary, but with Bokuto, you find yourself embracing the good-natured chaos that seems to follow him everywhere with the same love that you have for the rest of him.

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songofpolaris · 1 year ago

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-> pairing; reader x Remus Lupin

-> wc; 1.3k

-> warnings; fluff, autumn and mentions of smoking. if any of the previously mentioned sickens or disturbs you, please do not read.

-> a/n; i don't even know when I last posted a good old hopeless romantic imagine that I would normally use to fall asleep to.

Lattes, cappuccinos, mint tea, cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice on everything you eat. Movie marathons, thick fuzzy blankets, rainy nights and cold morning air. Dusty books, poison ivy and poems. Autumn.

For some people, this is the time to hide away and complain that the sun is nowhere to be found while sitting in their houses all day, doing nothing. But not for you. No, for you, this is your time to shine. The leaves are showing your favourite colours each morning on your way to work and the customers come in with hair that’s blown in each and every direction by the winds outside. They smile, grateful to have a place to recharge at for a bit, and are always that tiny bit more thankful when you hand them a warm cup of coffee and a neatly wrapped book. Your autumn brightness lights up their seasonal darkness.

There is also always a switch in customers when this change of season takes place. The summer blonds in flowy dresses leave and the autumn brunettes with thick sweaters take their place.

There’s only one person who keeps coming in, every week, when you work. He’s tall and dark and handsome and all the other cliche book descriptions you wish you could use for someone in real life. But he’s also introverted and not perfect looking. He has scars and messy hair and doesn’t seem to act like he’s anything other than himself.

As you stand on your toes to put the new book series on the shelf, you hear the bell ringing from the door. The door itself creeks enough for you to hear that someone has come in, but the boss won’t fix it for reasons no one can quite comprehend. Something with nostalgia and how the youth keeps on fixing things that do not, ever, need fixing.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in just a moment, just let me put this down.” You greet whoever just came in still standing on the tip of your toes, clumsily balancing three books under your left arm while placing another one on the shelf.

“That doesn’t look like it’ll be done in a moment and if it is, it won’t be because all the books got to their place, y/n.” A low voice answers. You smile as you realise it’s him.

“Delusion is a fine way to work, Remus.” You answer as you try to get even higher on your toes.

You hear footsteps hasting your way as you fall back, realising gravity actually still is with you. However, two arms envelop you before you hit the ground. They slowly push you back into your normal standing position, still hugging you from the back.

“It’s also a way to break your toes or get a concussion, genius.” Remus whispers into your ear. You huff and turn around. His arms leave you and you feel the absence of them immediately.

Remus kneels down and gathers the books, then easily places them on the havened book shelf. His curls fall back from his eyes and the strong jawline gets shown off more than ever. ‘How is this specimen real?’ is all you manage to think. As he looks back at you, you clear your throat and walk up to the register. While walking, you raise your hand to your cheek. It actually feels hot. Is it hot? You let your hair fall into your face to cover up the cheeks, which feel like they might actually be looking like tomatoes.

You duck behind the register to grab the only delivery made this week, which could only be for him. This man reads a new book every week and buys a new one each time he comes into the store. So far, the only week he didn’t come in was the first week of spring break, which later turned out to be because he broke his leg and physically could not make it to the bookstore on his own.

“Emma by Jane Austen this time?” You ask as he comes up to you. He nods.

“I love you for this! It’s actually my favourite book.” You tell him while wrapping it.

Now, a blush comes up on his cheeks. He picks on his sweater awkwardly while starting to lean onto the counter. While looking away he answers; “I know, you told me last time.”

You ignore the awkward change of behaviour and push your hair back out of your face. You couldn’t hide that heat in you even if you did try, so why would you. You look at him questioningly.

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. Anyway, even if I did forget the conversation, I have a list of books you recommended to me.” He says it like it’s the most normal thing on the planet. Sure. Everybody is this attentive. Every single person on this planet is this kind of attentive.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about your opinion and trust it.”

“Can I see it?”

“Why are you only asking questions suddenly?”

You lay the neatly wrapped book in front of him, tilt your head and look at him.

“Can I?” Is all you say, still keeping a hand on the book. He looks down at the book and then focuses onto your eyes.

“No.”

“Why in the world not?”

Remus shakes his head. His glasses are crooked and he smells like cigarettes and peppermint. There’s only a register between the two of you that’s really just 17 inches broad. That gives you a good sense of someone’s smell when they lean up to it.

“Fine” he reaches into the pocket of his trousers and takes out a folded piece of paper, “but don’t start thinking I’m a stalker or anything now, alright?” He says as he hands it to you. You nod and unfold the paper. On it, titles are scribbled and quotes stand behind the ones he has read.

“What are the quotes for, smokey?” You ask jokingly. Not that it reflects how you feel in any way, shape or form. Truthfully, you’re tearing up and trying to hide it with a stupid comment.

Remus seems to hesitate answering this question. Though the weird nickname always does make him show that lopsided grin of his.

“Unless it’s a state secret, you can tell me.” You add.

“They’re quotes I see you in.”

“But these quotes…Remus”

“Yes, y/n?”

“I know you have read these, but have you?” You say perplexed. This can not be real. Outside of the store, you two have run into each other some time and each time it was amazing, but it didn’t feel like he thought much more of the two of you than just people who sometimes coincidentally run into each other and talk about books outside of that. The quotes seem to think otherwise. And they’re all ones you love and annotated yourself.

“Y/n, please say something. I swear I’m not some obsessive person, I just really enjoy spending time with you and thought this would… I don’t know. Give me more to talk to you about? Understand you better?”

You laugh. How can someone think this is going to make you see them as anything less than amazing. Less than wonderful. Less than perfect. You move around the register and then you’re standing right in front of him. His chin actually hits the top of your head when you stand closer to him. You move back and move your hand to the back of his head.

“I’m going to stand on my toes again, alright? So you just hold me.” You whisper as you stand on your toes and your lips slowly, delicately touch his. His arms wrap around you. You have never been more steady than this.

“It's such a happiness when good people get together.” Jane Austen - Emma

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sea-lestial-dream-witch · 2 years ago

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Welcome Spring Rituals🌺🌼🌿🍃

Spring is a time of rebirth and rejuvenation: the bees are back, flowers are blooming, and plants and animals are no longer dormant and hibernating. Throw away the old and make room for the new during this season.

Here are some ways to welcome the season of Spring. Many of these are quick or easy, great for beginner witches, those on a budget and witches in hiding!

• Cleanse while you clean: Do a deep clean of your home or space. Use lemon, white vinegar, rosemary - something potent and cleansing. Wash your pillowcase, blanket and bed sheets. After your space is clean, open the windows and light a candle/incense or use room spray to freshen the area. You can also banish stale energies while doing this. *Please exercise caution while using cleaners*

• Throw out the old: Donate, sell, give away, recycle and dispose of that which you no longer need. A fresh, clean space creates a clear mind.

• Garden: Plant herbs, flowers, and plants native to your area. Don’t have a lot of space or know-how? Next time you go to the grocery store grab cilantro, basil, green onion (or look into other easy options) and chop off the bottom of the stems at an angle, place in a cup of tap water indoors by a window that gets plenty of sun. Such plants can easily survive in water and after they grow roots place them in a small cup or bowl of soil. If you can’t buy soil go outside and grab some if it’s organic and safe (untouched by unsafe pesticides and fertilizers). Some things can grow by being planted whole or sliced (ginger) or by extracting seeds (tomato) so take your time and do research before you spend unnecessarily.

• Save the Bees: Learn about flowering plants in your area that attract bees. Buy some seeds and plant away! You can also look into flowering plants which attract butterflies and hummingbirds if you wish. If you cannot buy seeds you can learn how to remove them from the insides of some flowers and plant them.

• Flower power: If you live in an area with many flowering plants, go out and admire their beauty. Envision how they’ve survived year after year, how the balance of rain and sun allows them to flourish, and how they’re part of a delicate, beautiful, natural system. If you have your own garden, pluck some flowers if you wish and make a beautiful bouquet to decorate your space with.

• Crystal cleanse: Renew your crystals by cleansing and recharging them. Gather rain water or use moonlight (or a preferred method) to pamper them a bit! Go a step further: clean and cleanse your altar and witchy tools.

• Mindfulness: Spring is a wonderful time to meditate more - light some incense, use meditation tools such as a tuning fork or chimes. Listen to guided meditations. This is also a great time to journal more and sort through your thoughts. Leave behind old, stale energies of the previous year to allow newer, better things to take that place.

• Burn the past: Write a letter (to yourself) about past grief, regrets, and failures. Burn this letter and bid farewell to the feelings and emotions attached to it. After, you may write and keep a separate letter full of goals, wishes and aspirations to last you until next Spring or longer.

• Kitchen witchery: Cook and/or bake and imbue the foods you make with positive things such as peace, good health, and prosperity. Look into recipes specifically meant for spring and utilize produce which is commonly used during springtime. Add color to your food through the use of different veggies, fruits, spices, herbs, etc.

• Expand your craft: Ever tried sun magic? Wind magic? Used sound in your craft? Learn how to make sigils, try a new spell, make a spell jar, research and aspect of witchcraft you don’t know much about. Educate yourself on cultural appropriation, respecting closed traditions, how people around the world welcome springtime, the history of witchcraft both in the east and west.

• Expand your skills: Try something new! Take an art or cooking class, buy a cookbook, learn to crochet or sew, consider hobbies that are practical and exciting. Invite new skills and interests into your life. Study plant identification, learn how to garden on YouTube, learn how to identify stars… whatever may interest you, be open to it. Look for online tutorials, videos, free apps, library books, and people to aid you.

• Create: Spring brings vibrant colors and we can find so many ways to honor this. Draw, color, doodle, write, sing and dance. Paint a birdhouse, or some stones. Decorate your Grimoire or Book of Shadows. Add color to your life.

• Glamify: When you have free time, try on different clothes, makeup, hairstyles, and jewelry. Mess around, have fun with it, and see which combinations make you feel best. Glamours are such a subtle way to practice your craft. Wear colors that make you happy whether it’s clothes, accessories, hair or nail polish!

• Rest: Stop. Slow down, breathe mindfully. Turn off or silence devices, log off social media. Take a substantial break from screens. Take a nap. Have a soothing cup of tea. Stare at the sky. Spring is a time of growth and growth requires rest.

•Pampered and polished: Massage yourself from head to toe with lotion or body oil. Take your time and go in slow circular motions. Don’t neglect your scalp, face, neck, shoulders or feet. Visualize leaving old pains and worries in the past.

Do something extra for yourself, whether this means added rest, an at-home facial, deep condition for your hair, maybe you need a good back scratch or to stretch out, or a cooling or heating pad (frozen veggies or warm dishcloth can be used) over your eyes or a sore area. Listen to your body and tend to yourself when possible.

Take a steamy shower or bath. Toss flower petals, herb sprigs or citrus slices into your bath. After, indulge in a lotion, perfume, or body oil you enjoy. Wash away the energies of the past and the remnants of winter. Surround yourself with what makes you happy and feel good.

• Say thank you: Thank special people, loved ones, and pets. Take a while to think about those who uplift you, support you, make you laugh, and listen to you. Show gratitude towards others. You may also thank the universe, nature, and God or deities you worship however you see fit, whether this means time spent in nature, prayer or offerings.

• Share your bounty: Cook and bake for your loved ones, give them something from your garden such as flowers, herbs, veggies etc. This can also be as simple as giving someone a genuine compliment. Have a “one dish” party with friends/family in which everyone pitches in. Come together and teach people something or learn something new. Plant a garden with your friends/family/community. Share your resources but do not dim your own flame to keep others lit. Take time for yourself, too.

🌊sea star witch🌟

These are mere suggestions and we tend to know what suits us best. I understand not everyone has the time, energy, spoons, resources or funds for all or half of these activities.

If you’re stumped, burned out and exhausted (like I am) don’t feel pressured to try all or most of the above. Slow down and tend to yourself.

Sit back and enjoy the beautiful spring skies, listen to the birds, watch the flowers grow, watch clouds pass by over head. Appreciating spring can be as simple as this!

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago

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Meeting Jake Kim for first time

You start working on Big Deal street

You're a fashion student at Jaewon High, and unlike most of your classmates, you have a genuine interest in fashion.

However, you're not learning much these days and all you seem to have are self study sessions. The teachers never turn up half the time.

Trying to gain some actual work experience, you've applied to some of the bigger fashion houses all the way to dinky back street stores but you never get very far.

Luckily, there's a friend of a friend of the family that said they know somewhere that could help you. There won't be any pay but you'll pick up some skills in no time.

You come out of the tailors with a spring in your step. The interview went well and they said you can start next week! You happily make your way back to the bus stop.

The commute is a pain and Gangseo is a bit far from your house, but you need the experience.

"... Erm, I think I have nice eyes..."

"Yeah Jerry!! You do!"

"Girls love nice eyes!"

"You know what they say, they're windows to the soul."

You overhear the 4 guys talking in front of you.

"Well I don't think I have a best feature," A pause. "I'm perfect everywhere."

You hear that and scoff immediately. This person has no shame.

He notices your reaction and turns to look at you.

"What, you don't agree?" He flashes you a smarmy smile and you notice the scar over his mouth. "Well what do you think it is?"

"Your shamelessness!" you blurt out.

That's one way to get them to notice you. All 4 thugs now turn their attention on you and you realise that your big mouth has gotten you into trouble again.

They look intimidating and strong as shit. Fuck, there's no way you can fight them off and if you run they would definitely catch you.

The street looks empty.

There's no one around to help you.

"Well sometimes it's good to be shameless," The 'perfect' guy gives you a wink right before noticing your nervousness and fearful expression.

"Sorry miss, just making conversation... Come on guys let's go," he signals at them. "Let's go get some noodles."

"Again, Jake?! I'm so sick of noodles!" one of them moan as they walk off.

You're working another shift in the shop today. It's been a month since you've been employed at the tailors and you've picked up some basic dressmaking skills.

A nice patient old lady owns the shop and she likes filling the silence with stories about the history of the street and Big Deal.

You have since learned who Jake is and cringe every time you think about how you 2 first met.

The door bell jingles, signalling a customer.

"Oh hey, it's you!" Speak of the devil. In walks the leader of Big Deal.

It's the first time you've seen him since then, and you're surprised he still remembers you. You were hoping he had forgotten your face and how rude you were.

"H-hello! How can I help?"

"Oh I was just wondering if there was anyway to loosen this area here?" Jake turns around, "I think my butt has gotten bigger and it's a bit uncomfortable."

It's a bizarre request but you don't have the luxury of being able to turn away business.

"Erm, that is a difficult area but I can have a look..."

You check out his behind, purely for professional purposes of course.

"Huh, it is pretty perky... " you mutter to yourself, "...maybe this is your best feature-"

SHIT. Blood rushes to your face. You can't believe you actually said that outloud. You quickly look at him, hoping that he didn't hear you... and find him staring back.

You seem to have caught him offguard, his eyes widen as your words sink in.

You're on the receiving end of another wink, "If you think so, then it must be true!"

Dear god, just let me die.

"...So I'm Jake. What's your name?"

"Y/N..." You were pretty sure you are as red as a tomato. "Erm, I know who you are..."

"Don't believe everything you hear, Y/N." Jake gives you a soft smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing you around."

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tinytennisskirt · 6 months ago

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Angel

Part Two: In Practice

Summary: in continuation of part one, singlemom!reader treats Patrick to dinner. He has a hard time keeping his feelings to himself and it only gets harder to do so as he sees you with every lesson he gives her son.

Warnings: tension, touch, fluff! still unedited, from my notes app. some suggestive content.

“So my sister is on a date with a tennis player,” she said. “I thought we agreed no dating jocks back in high school.” She said. “How old did you say he was?”

“Younger than me- and it’s not a date,” you told her, putting on your lipstick. Your sister caught the lipstick before you put it in your purse.

She looked at you knowingly, “The shade of your lipstick is literally called date night.”

“I like the colour,” you reasoned, shrugging and dropping it in your bag. “I’ll probably be back around 9:30 or 10. Nothing crazy, just something to get to know the man teaching my son tennis.”

“A stranger from the park.”

“And from the grocery store and cafe.” You reasoned again. “He agreed to go to dinner with me and we haven’t settled on a price yet, so I think this night would be very productive to get that settled.”

“Uh huh… a younger man, Y/N.” She pretended to claw at the air, snarling like a cat.

“I’m not old enough to be a cougar,” you laughed. “My guess is he’s mid-twenties. It’s about ten years. He doesn’t seem to mind, he was kind to me either way.”

“When are men not kind to you? You’re a walking model, I don’t know how you popped out a kid and bounced back the way you did. I still feel pregnant most of the time.” Your sister laughed with you. She peered out the window. “Your taxi is here.”

You bid her and Kit, preoccupied with his toys, a goodbye and got in the taxi. The restaurant was one of your favourites. They had amazing tomato soup, you were pretty excited for it. You sat at a table and waited, hands folded.

Patrick wasn’t far behind you. The last time you’d seen him he was all sweaty, the other times he was just casual, jogging, buying groceries. Today he looked noticeably nice.

His curls were the same, but he was wearing a sweater and jeans, unlike his regular shorts and t-shirt. He looked comfortable. “Hi you,” you said as he approached. “How are you?”

Patrick loved how you cared, eyes wide, wondering how he was doing. “I’m good, I’m great, actually. How are you?” He took a seat.

“I’m good. I’m so glad you let me bring you here there’s a lot I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” You said. Patrick knew it wasn’t a date, he could keep his cool, he wouldn’t do anything. Which was admittedly out of character, but you were you. And you were perfect, so he would have to be on his best behaviour. However, it was a bit hard when you looked the way you did. He could tell you put some effort in, so despite this not being a date, he looked at you as if it was. “So I was thinking I should tell you a bit about Kit, but first I want to talk about you.”

“Sure,” Patrick said. He just wanted to hear you speak. Your lips were so pretty, painted such a shade. Patrick was wishing hard for that lipstick to end up staining his white sweater, his neck, his face. He snapped himself away from the vision with a reminder. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Perfect. Well for starters, your last name, maybe?” You giggled. It was a sound made of air. Patrick was becoming a poet.

“Oh, Zweig.” He answered.

“Patrick Zweig,” you replied. He loved his name on your tongue. “That’s familiar, almost?”

“I played a few televised games, might be that.” He replied. He hoped trying to impress you wasn’t coming off as boasting. But to you, it wasn’t. “I wasn’t meaning to show off-“ No girl ever made him doubt the things he said. No woman.

“No, it’s amazing. I’m so impressed, tennis is… hard.” You gushed. “And you’ve been playing since twelve?”

“A little before twelve. Since I was eight? But professional tournaments came around twelve and then tennis academy. I grew up on tennis. I think Kit is at the perfect age, honestly. I wish I started earlier, even now.”

“Really?”

Patrick nodded, “It’s been my life, so if you’re worried about qualifications-“

“It’s not a job, I’m not interviewing you,” you laughed. It sounded like delicate bells chiming. “I know you’re qualified I’m just curious about… you.” You said. You felt inclined to pause there and you weren’t sure why.

He laughed and rubbed his neck. You looked him in the eyes and he forgot everything he knew about himself. Leave it to Patrick to be absolutely dumbstruck by a woman like you. “What are you looking to know?”

“What do you like?”

Patrick felt inclined to state who. But he shrugged just slightly, you were interested in him. “I like tennis a lot. I play it a lot. I like to cook sometimes, mostly easy stuff, but I like a challenge. I like old movies, westerns, guns and horses, that kind of stuff.” He loved how intently you listened. You took in every word.

“My father used to watch a lot of those,” you chuckled. “He played this one on repeat, background noise for doing dishes and folding clothes- something called The Horse’s Man. Lots of guns, horses.”

“That’s a weird one, I’ve seen it, I have it on VHS, actually,” Patrick chuckled. He was impressed that you even knew that one. It was rare, independent. Patrick wondered if it was appropriate to ask what you liked, given his position. “Are you not a fan?”

“I think I’ve been conditioned into it but on my own, I like romantic comedy. And horror comedy, no gore.” You replied. Patrick smiled. The conversation went from there. It strayed from simple things as you and Patrick delved into your passions. You laughed a little too much. He was funny and he was charming and it was odd how nervous he seemed. You liked it though. Not to say you liked him. Not liked him liked him. He was cute, but too young. You were just glad he could legally order a Tom Collins. Patrick settled on $20 per lesson after you insisted and insisted on $60. It was a good fight and you’d almost won but he insisted. You filled him in on everything he needed to know about Kit and he loved every second of learning about the boy you’d sculpted him to be. Kit sounded like a really sweet kid and Patrick was honestly a bit excited.

The banter didn’t cease. It got borderline flirtatious but neither you nor Patrick noticed. You both cared too much to care. The night came to an end after a few drinks and the calling of a cab. You both stood outside in the cool summer breeze, he was facing you. “Thank you for everything,” you said, wind blowing around your face softly. Patrick’s eyes on you were soft, you could see the smile in his eyes.

“I’ve never been taken to dinner out of gratitude, so thank you.” Patrick grinned fully. You smiled. You were so beautiful, Patrick was overtaken. You in this breeze, this lighting- dim but lit by the streetlight, your perfect smile. Your perfect lips…

“Of course,” you said. “I’m glad you obliged, I’ve learned so much about you.”

“I can’t say I know enough about you,” he replied. “But I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Tuesday,” you repeated the date. Kit’s first lesson. “God, you’re an angel, I’m still so grateful.” You gushed. He loved the title. Patrick had never been called that before, but you’d taken to it. And he loved it.

“I still don’t think so.” He shrugged. Things for you, doing things for you was the easiest thing. The wind gusted stronger, as if in tune with the surges of feeling Patrick was enduring. No woman had ever made him feel like this, not once, not ever. You batted your hair away, out of your face and it was instinct for Patrick to reach and push your hair from your face.

Immediately he apologized. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that-“ Patrick would usually act like it was intention, not apologize, but the action was very much so instinct. He wouldn’t act like it was intention.

“It’s okay, it helped,” you chuckled, your eyes twinkling. Patrick was so done for. “Thank you for being so kind.”

Patrick shook his head, “I don’t think I’ve been kind or even too great, if I’m honest with you. I’m glad you’re letting me do these things.”

“I think it means more to me than you know.” You signed, “And I still think twenty is too little.”

“Good thing I’m twenty-two.” Patrick joked. It would have been funny if his finger hadn’t grazed your cheek as he pushed your hair behind your ear. You tried to stop your eyes from widening. Twenty-two was three years younger than you’d guessed. Your heart beat fast. But it was funny anyway. You laughed as your taxi pulled up.

“This is me,” you said. Patrick leaned over and opened the taxi door for you. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Sounds perfect. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Patrick.” You replied. His name never sounded less beautiful coming from your mouth.

When the first lesson rolled around, everything went perfectly. You sat and watched and cheered on your son, laughing and cheering and you were the brightest thing around in broad daylight. Kit was a fast learner, but he was prone to tripping over his own feet. Patrick found it cute. He did look like you in some ways and anything to do with you, he found perfect.

“He just needs to work on his balance,” Patrick said as he walked you and Kit to your car. “Other than that, he’s a natural.”

Kit tilted his head up to grin a toothless grin at Patrick and you. You smiled back, “That’s wonderful. And you are such a natural teacher, you’re so kind with him. And thank you for being so patient in his moments of doubt.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t know how to get through it any other way,” he shrugged. “It’s my first time teaching so thank you. I needed the confidence boost.”

“You seem so sure of yourself, I can’t imagine a boy such as yourself truly needs it,” Patrick wanted to tell you he was a man, a man, a whole man. An adult man. Not a boy, a man. But he didn’t.

“I do, I do,” he nodded. “You have too much faith in me.”

“I can have less if you’d like,” you smiled, helping Kit into the car.

“No, please, you’re the one with faith for the both of us,” Patrick said. “I appreciate it.”

You smiled, “Well, I appreciate you.”His heart skipped. Maybe he wasn’t a boy or a man. Maybe he was a girl. “I’ll see you in two days for the next one?”

Patrick nodded. “Yes. It was great seeing you.”

“You as well! Goodbye Patrick!” You got in the drivers seat, windows open, you nudged your son. “Kitty, say goodbye to Patrick.”

“Bye bye Patrick!” Kit said in his small voice.

Patrick waved goodbye as you pulled away. Silently, Patrick hoped this kid wouldn’t be the death of him. The kid was adorable.

The next lesson was about the same. Balance issues, racket-holding issues. God, he was cute. God, you were gorgeous, sitting there in your red skort and pink tank top with a red visor. You matched Kit today, apparently having taken a trip to Old Navy. Your hair in the sun was the single most gorgeous thing- THUD.

Kit hit the ball, really hit the ball and it hit Patrick right in the centre of his forehead. It didn’t hurt that bad, it was a tennis ball and Patrick was more than used to it, but it was a big hit for a little guy.

“Are you okay?” You called from the side. You walked over as Patrick pressed a hand to the place of impact.

“That was a great hit buddy!” Patrick called. Kit did a little happy dance. He wondered if you noticed that it was your fault Patrick had been more than distracted. Now it was bad because you were so close, on your tippy toes too, without asking, inspect where the tennis ball hit him. Patrick knew you were a mom, but this was very mom-like. But it was endearing all around and you smelled… amazing. Patrick only could hope he smelled decent, he showered twice already. “I’m okay.” He said, unable to help a smile.

“Okay, good.” You grinned. “Promise?”

“I’m used to it.” He told you. You nodded, comprehending. Patrick debated milking it so you’d stay close but there was no way this kid could have hit it so hard. You returned to the sidelines.

The lesson ended and you let Kit go to the playground as you sat at a picnic table with Patrick. “He’s a great kid.” Patrick told you. “In case nobody’s told you, you’re doing a great job with him.”

Your head turned from the park to Patrick, your expression showing more shock than anything. “Patrick, that’s- nobody has said that to me ever. Not my mom, not my sister, I-“ you could barely speak. Patrick didn’t mean to give so much shock factor, but the truth was you hadn’t heard it. You sat up and covered your face.

It was the easiest, most true compliment, Patrick didn’t think so much of it. “Are you okay?” He reached forward and touched your shoulder. He thought it was a good enough excuse to touch you, just gently.

“Mhm- yes, thank you,” you said, wiping away the two tears you’d let fall. It was good to hear something like that. Patrick was sweet and kind and his hand was so warm. You looked at him and he had a bit of a half-smile, but a look of concern mostly. “You are an angel.”

“You say that but I don’t see any wings,” he replied. It made you smile. Patrick could have called you an angel just the same the way the sun seemed to give you a halo wherever you went. You were the image of perfection to him. He wished you knew the extent to which he thought so.

“I can see them,” you nodded. “That’s all that matters, I think.”

Patrick nodded slowly and looked you in the eyes, “I meant what I said though and I don’t want you to forget it.”

“I couldn’t if I tried, Patrick.” You laughed. His hand slid down where it rested on your arm and rested on the picnic table. Your eyes were so pretty when they were wet, the way your lashes stuck together.

< Part One / Part Three >

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@tmnt-secret-santa-2024 @bluefeather-tmnt

Hehe hello hello, my dear giftee!<3 Happy holidays, I hope you enjoy your gift and I hope your day turns out wonderful! Have an absolutely amazing day my friend!

"Tomatoes, Doritos, and-... what do you mean slow down?"

"-tomatoes, we're out of tomatoes-!"

"-Dad said he wants a party-sized sweet chili Doritos this time, should we be worried-?"

"I don't see any vegetables on the list-"

"That's boring Leo!"

The oldest cringed, making a face the other three turtles behind him couldn't see. He stood in front of an open fridge, which was currently lacking... everything, really. Ugh. They hadn't gone to the surface for a good while, being on school break and all, they desperately needed to go 'shopping' again.

Thus the current chaos.

"I want gummy bears!"

"And get them stuck in your braces again?" Donnie asked, but still wrote down the request on his list anyway. "Because I'm not helping you this time."

Mikey huffed and crossed his arms.

Leo shook his head.

"...We need mushrooms-" He weakly tried, but was cut off by the youngest once again.

"I am not cooking that."

"You don't have to-"

"You are not setting foot in my kitchen either." A threatening glare was shot his way. Leo awkwardly looked towards the genius for help, and cleared his throat. Should he just give up? Or perhaps go out alone-

"You are not adding another pack of instant coffee." The leader spoke before he could stop himself. Donnie blankly looked up. And blinked.

Leo just placed his hands on his hips with narrowed eyes.

"..." Grumbling, the younger scribbled through the item with a sharpie.

"Dad wants us to get instant ramen!" Raph let his presence be known as he walked inside, still shouting for reasons Leo couldn't understand. "The cheese one!"

"I could just make him a better-tasting one..." Mikey grumbled, crossing his arms. "He doesn't even add the flavoring."

"He's old," Raph patted his head, while looking over his purple brother's shoulder to check the list. "You forgot the Monster Energy."

"You don't even like Monster." Donnie, unimpressed, looked up again slowly. "You just drink it because it has 'Monster' in the name."

"I do not-"

"We're out of eggs?" Leo hesitantly tried again, but was ignored once more. Maybe he should just make his own list? He didn't trust Donnie's anymore.

Oh, but he didn't have the time to start all over again, the delivery trucks would arrive at the stores soon enough. They would need to act fast once those arrived so Leo did not have the time to start with listing everything from scratch.

But Donnie must have added at least half of what he said, right-?

Without asking, he plucked the list from Donnie's hands, ignoring the protests behind him as he turned to the fridge again. He quickly skimmed over the notes, then plucked the pencil out of his hands too.

"Leo!"

"We're not getting more ice cream we have enough of that." Leo scolded, scratching that out. Okay, he couldn't find any milk- which. Mikey... might have banned them from getting milk after-... everything. But Leo wanted cereal so oh well. He added it to the list. What else, what else...

All four of their phones started ringing at once, but Leo, too focused on his task, did not bother to try and pick up his phone. That was, until Raph announced.

"April is calling."

"April?" He turned around so fast with huge eyes, if it had been any of his brothers doing that it would have been funny. His cheeks reddened just the tiniest bit when all three of them looked at him with those stupid grins, and he turned back at once. "I mean. Yeah. Sure. Pick up, I guess." He muttered, trying to appear nonchalant by leaning on the fridge door- only for said door to swing away, causing the turtle to lose his balance and almost fell. He managed to catch himself by holding onto the edge of the fridge for dear life.

Raph snorted while Donnie covered his mouth, shaking his head to the side. "You sure you didn't want April to see that?"

Leo would absolutely not face him.

Mikey giggled while accepting the call, grinning up into the camera when April's face appeared. "Hi April!"

April, seemingly unfazed by how close the camera was to Mikey's face, grinned back and waved. "Heeeey-" she started, clearly awkward, before frowning. "Sorry to- ahm, interrupt? When you didn't call earlier I wanted to see if you dudes are okay!"

Their friend was just so nice!

"Oh, we're fine." Raph huffed before narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. From the tone I his voice, though, Leo could tell he was smiling. "If Nardo over here would have stopped stressing over our grocery list, we would have been done ages ago!"

Hey now that's not- "It helps that we're prepared." Leo tried- but already could tell no one was listening to him.

"Grocery list?" April asked, sounding confused. She put her phone down on her table, then turned around and opened her wardrobe. "Why would you need that now ready? Store doesn't open until eight."

"Exactly." Donnie shrugged, quickly looking into the notes on his phone. 'We have about... twenty-seven more minutes until the delivery trucks arrive, which would give us an hour to get our groceries-"

"Half an hour?!" That seemed to make Leo snap out of it and panic, closing the fridge at once. "It takes us half an hour to get there- we gotta go!"

"Oh, come on." Raph threw his head back in annoyance. But still, he complied, getting up.

"Sorry April, we gotta go!" Mikey cheerfully waved- but just before he could end the call, April spoke up.

"Why don't you just go during the day tomorrow? Would be a lot easier..."

"Because then humans would see us." Mikey's smile went away to make way for a frown. "Duh."

"But..." April turned around to face them again. "You guys can go out in the open now."

"And?"

...

It took a minute.

April stared at them, unimpressed and just the tiniest bit disappointed at how long it was taking to land- however, after a painfully long minute, Donnie's eyes finally lit up.

"...We can go out into the open." He repeated in awe- Leo was pretty sure that if stars could appear into his eyes, they would have.

"Yeah?"

One beat.

Two beats.

Three.

But then the realization finally settled.

And the remaining three froze.

Right, they,,, they could go into public now. Shell, they went to school. They'd gone to both vets and doctors too. They were allowed to go out into the open.

Stores were part of the open.

"...Yeah, why are we trying to sneak in the middle of the night?!" Raph asked, voice pitching higher as he dramatically sat down again, clearly excited by the idea. "We can go out during the day!"

"Through a door!" Mikey added, actually bouncing up and down in place while his hands flapped in front of him.

"Without trying to force open containers!" Donnie finished, adjusting his glasses-

"Absolutely not." Leo cut through their excited rambling with a serious expression- ignoring the shock and heartbreak on his brother's faces.

"Hey, what-?"

"You don't get to just decide that!" His hotheaded brother claimed, smile completely gone as he glared daggers at him. Leo cleared his throat again.

"As the leader, I can and I just did. Let's go-"

"Leeeooooo." All three complained, getting up when Leo turned his shell towards them all. "You can't just decide for us!" The genius huffed, putting his phone down. Mikey still held onto his with April on the line, who just looked awkward now.

"We wanna go during the day! We can do that, now!"

"Come ooon, you know you wanna go-" having had enough, Raph got up from his seat and quickly stepped forward to glare Leo in the eyes- but stopped when he got a look at his face.

Leo looked... insecure. Worried. He was hugging himself, finger tapping against his arm over and over again in a steady rhythm with his gaze cast down, clearly thinking (probably overthinking) about something.

Raph blinked. "...Leo?"

"It's dangerous." The leader's expression was stoic- oh. Now Raph recognized that look. Fear.

Judging from Raph's expression the youngest two got the hint, getting into Leo's field of vision. Gently smiling, Mikey passed the phone into Donnie's hands so he could hold Leo's. "We've always wanted this, Leo! What's the worst that could happen?"

A lot, judging from Leo's face. Still, he squeezed back. "...Human's can be mean." He weakly tried.

"Then we'll he meaner!"

"No."

"The meanest!'

Raph looked a bit too excited by that idea. Donnie, without looking away, took a step back.

"We can ask April to join?" Donnie suggested, looking at the phone questionably. The human nodded excitedly, balling her fists in front of her face.

"Of course, always! I need to go shopping anyway."

"..." The oldest's gaze traveled to the phone. Next, he looked at each of his siblings, one by one, who looked at him expectedly.

In the end, he sighed in defeat.

"...We're making a plan."

The others immediately cheered.

~~~~~

It always felt weird to just... walk in the open.

Don't get him wrong, they'd done so a handful of times- like every day when they went to school at the crack of dawn, so early no one ever saw them!

But... still. It always felt wrong.

Leo itched for walls. For dark, the familiar dripping sound of water, the smell. Unpleasant, maybe, but what he was used to. The lack of walls and the blinding light always made him feel vulnerable and exposed. Anyone could strike at any given moment (logically, Leo knew no one would but hey, he'd lived with that fear for years) and it was so crowded too.

"Aren't those the turtles?!"

"Ohmigosh ohmigosh, it's them!"

"I love you Raphael!"

At least the attention was positive.

Mikey seemed to thrive with all the happy energy, happily running and spinning around and bouncing from one corner to the next- but then again, the youngest had always been very much a people person. Leo was glad he finally had the attention he'd craved-

"Aren't you the leader?" A sudden voice from behind made the one in blue help and sharply turn around, but relaxed when he saw it was just another human. They appeared to be the same age April was, clearly excited to be talking with him. "You are so cool, dude!"

Okay. Okay. Stay cool, Leo. Someone is excited to see you. Be cool. Respond like a normal person. You got this.

"Ahm... I, uh- thank you-?"

What was that.

"I-I mean!" Leo's smile widened in a way that seemed painful as he perked up, squeezing his hands together to try and get the tension out. "You seem cool too, uhm- dude-?"

Aaaaand that was his cue to stop talking please.

Luckily, Raph seemed to have noticed and took pity on him, abruptly grabbing his older brother by his shoulders and pulling him away. Whatever he shouted to the stranger was lost to him, as the leader was just relieved to shut his mouth. Still, he mouthed a quick thank you, which earned him a squeeze.

"How much longer, Don?" Raph asked without letting go, leaning a bit more over Leo's shoulder to get a look at the genius. Donnie adjusted his glasses again as he narrowed his eyes, pulling his phone screen closer to his face. Hey, they'd never taken a normal route before leave them alone.

"...I think Google Maps is glitching." The genius frowned. "It says we're under water now."

The hothead grumbled. Leo looked worried.

"So we're lost now?"

"I didn't say that."

"Do you know where we are?"

"...." The face Donnie made was enough. Ugh.

At least Mikey seemed to be having a good time.

The youngest flung himself against Donnie without any warning, earning a yelp followed by giggles. Donnie snickered, wrapping his free arm around the other's shell. "Hey, Mikey."

"Everyone is so nice!" Mikey gushed, letting go to be able to bounce on his heels again, starry-eyed. Next, he looked around. "Are we close?"

"Uhm..."

...

Mikey, being the very smart turtle he was, had the best solution ever.

"Heeey ma'am!" He called out to the first person he saw, completely ignoring his brother's bewilderd looks and protests. Donnie froze while Leo immediately freaked out- and Raph laughed. Because of course he did. Leo's misery must he hilarious to him.

...Okay, that's not the correct emotion. Leo was having fun. Nervous, yes, but fun. They were outside! In the sun!! Which felt so so nice on his skin, warming him up in ways he hadn't even known were possible. It made him feel kind of tired already without having even done anything- huh.

Luckily, the poor woman Mikey had chosen seemed to know the way, kindly pointing it out. After thanking her a thousand times, Mikey started running again. "Come on!!!"

"Mikey-!"

"You heard him." Raph, who started pulling Leo with him against his will, followed the one ahead. Donnie, with similar excitement, followed.

"...Does he even know where he's going?"

The clear answer was no, considering Mikey wasn't even looking. Luckily, Donnie had listened too.

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"..."

'So. What do we do?"

"I think we just go inside. And grab stuff."

Turns out, the turtles had walked past the store ten minutes earlier- then walked past it again when chasing the youngest. Donnie had managed to drag them the correct way... but now what?

The four turtles stood in front of the store entrance, looking at it with awe- which was probably weird to anyone else, it was a grocery store- but hey the building looked different during the day, how were they supposed to recognize it?!

"Grab stuff of the isles?" The idea sounded strange, even more so when Leo said it out loud. The leader cringed, then gulped. "Without hiding?"

"Without hiding!" Mikey cheered- but his energy had toned down when the store had come into view, the usually-energetic turtle suddenly growing unsure and quiet. Guess it hadn't actually dawned on him until it was too late.

"And we can take our time, too." Donnie spoke, pocketing his phone finally. "The site says they're open until nine."

"What is the security for?" Raph narrowed his eyes, suddenly untrusting- because why would a supposedly safe place have security? They were never there at night!

"Security-? Okay, that's it we're going home-"

"That's normal!" The one in orange grabbed Leo's arm before he could run away. "Stop looking for excuses, we got this!"

"Do we?" The genius deadpanned, looking at the oldest two with disappointment. Leo's nerves seemed to have infected the sais-wielder too, arms stiff and hands itching at his sides, gaze focused on the security-personal. "Raph, that's normal."

"I'm gonna call April!" Mikey happily ignored them once again, stepping away to be able to talk with their friend.

"..." Donnie sighed, stepping in front of Raph's field of vision so he couldn't look at the entrance anymore. "Raph, please- Leo's already freaking out I can't have you freaking out too."

...Oh Donnie sounded a bit unsure now too. Oh no.

"I'm calm." He very much wasn't, but his brothers didn't need to know that. Leo managed to smile one of his awkward smiles- he even met the genius' eyes. "I'm just... nervous. I'll be fine."

His younger brother smiled back, a small twinkle in his eyes making Leo's heart warm- he knew Donnie was just as excited as Mikey was, he was just a lot calmer about it. A gentle tidal wave compared to the youngest's bright light.

If Mikey was a bright light, Raph was a raging flame- the hothead was a bit too quiet. Leo tapped his shoulder to snap him out of it. "Raph?"

"Can we go inside already?" Raph complained, as if he hadn't been frozen solid earlier- huh. "The sun is getting annoying."

"Just waiting on Mikey and April-"

"I found her!!"

...speak of the devil.

The three turned around- Leo could feel himself relax at the sight of their human friend, because at least she should know what they were doing. She'd also been there the first day of school- April knew a lot. So hopefully they wouldn't look like total fools in there!

"Mikey said you were all panicking?" April didn't bother to greet them- she just sounded amused, her voice having a teasing tone to it. Leo looked away at once, cheeks heating up as Donnie answered for them, unbothered.

"Nardo was."

"Leon."

"When isn't he panicking?" Raph snickered, nudging his shoulder- but the leader wasn't having it. Without any amusement, he just looked down with a deadpan expression-

"You were eyeing the security guards a second ago."

"I have no idea what you're talking about-"

"Can we go already?" Mikey whined, using April as a weight to hold him up as he threw himself back, standing on his heels. "We could have been inside already!"

"There's air-conditioning in there?" The human patted his hands. Mikey's eyes lit up.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!!"

"Mikey-!"

April was laughing as the youngest pulled her along, quickly turning her head towards the other three. "Well? Come on!"

...

Come on. You got this.

Leo braced himself by taking a deep breath in and out- before he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, bit his lip- okay, okay... one... two-

Raph grabbed his hands again, dragging the leader with him before the oldest could finish his count. Leo protested- but quickly shut up when he saw the look on Raph's face.

Excited, but clearly trying to hide it with a stoic expression. The was he cut off the blood circulation in Leo's wrist told him he was also nervous.

"..." He sighed, and shook his head.

Finally, they stepped inside.

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To anyone else, a store was just... a store. Somewhere that was available almost all the time, that there were different kinds off, that anyone could enter and everyone would mind their own business. Stores were everywhere, no matter the kind.

To the four turtles, stores were a luxury.

Going outside was a luxury.

Heck, it sometimes still felt wrong whenever they just- stepped outside. In the open. Under the sun. Without hiding.

And now they got to enter a store?

The four stood frozen for a moment, taking in their surroundings. They'd been here plenty of times, but... never during the day. Never without hiding. Never without being on their guard, ready to fight, to blend with the shadows, to-

You got it.

April gave them a minute to process, shooing away anyone else who tried to get near for a picture or autograph or what not. Hm. Leo had forgotten about that. Then again, he also forgot stores weren't usually empty. Ugh. Now his plan to split for effectiveness was useless, there was no way he would let them-

"The fairylights are so pretty!!" Mikey squealed, clasping his hands together. He was the first to snap out of their trance, excitement seemingly having doubled ten-fold. April laughed, then patted his shell.

"Yeah, they are. I think they put them up yesterday for the holidays."

"Can we get fairylights?" The youngest turned to the oldest with those puppy eyes he was so famous for- and Leo, unfortunately, was weak to. Oh well. He wasn't asking for anything bad sooo....

"Sure we can."

Mikey cheered, grabbed April's hand- "Let's go!" Ignored any protest as he dragged her along this time. What was it with everyone getting dragged today?

"Hey, wait up!" Raph laughed, running after them- only to almost immediately run into a little girl he had completely missed. Quickly apologizing, he ran off.

Leo blinked, before groaning. "Are you going to run off too?" He asked, both amused as well as annoyed. He might as well not have planned, nothing was happening as it should!

...Instead, he was surprised when his little brother took hold of his arm, and gently pushed his cheek against Leo's shoulder. That... was troubling. "Donnie?"

"There's more people than I thought..." The genius mumbled, his eyes darting across the space before focusing on his feet again. "It's weird."

Well. That was something Leo could definitely agree with. Without looking away from the crowd, he rested a gentle hand on top of the one clutching his bicep.

Those were... a lot of eyes. It felt more suffocating than usual, but Leo blamed that on the walls. Walls.

His eyes twinkled, a childish grin starting to grow on his face. "We're in a store."

"I'm aware." Donnie whispered back, looking up with those big eyes of his. At seeing Leo's face, he couldn't help but respond with a soft smile. "I thought you didn't want to go to a store Leo?"

"Hush." Let him enjoy this before the nerves took over again, Donnie.

Thankfully, no teasing followed- and in a moment of bravery, Leo gently pulled the younger forward. "I think those are the vegetables.... should we start there?"

Ew.

At the face Donnie made, Leo huffed, rolled his eyes, and pulled him forward. "We need it."

If anyone should know, it would be Donnie. At least. Leo thought it would be Donnie. He was proven correct when the one in purple followed him without argument.

Okay, follow your list Leo... he could see all the other greens they were missing at home, but his mind wouldn’t let him grab any of those until he found the tomatoes- which had been the top. So... where are they.... hm...

While the leader was looking around, the younger noticed the mist sprinklers that hung all over the vegetables. He blinked- had those always been there? He never noticed them when 'shopping'. But then again, it was always dark and he never let his feet touch the ground- so maybe he didn't notice before?

The genius held a hand forward- and squealed when the mist hit his fingertips. Leo giggled, covering his mouth with a hand. "Don?"

"I never saw these during the night!" Donnie flopped out without thinking- squeaking and turning red when that sentence made multiple eyes turn on him. He covered his mouth while lowering his head. "I mean. Uhm. Online. When. Uhm..."

...

Leo laughed sympathetically when Donnie buried his head into his shoulder again. He wrapped one arm around the turtle, letting a hand pat his shell- when he spotted a smidge of red from the corner of his eye.

Tomatoes! Finally!

...

Why were they next to the apples-?

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Mikey was ecstatic.

And that might be an understatement.

Hey, to anyone else it might be boring, nerve-wracking or frustrating, but Mikey was born to he social. He was born to entertain, to create, to talk, talk, talk. And his family, who all existed out of introverts, obviously got sick it after a while.

Even little Mikey, who'd always yearned for the outside world. Don't get him wrong, they all did- but he was pretty sure Leo could also do without, Donnie was content with his online friends and Raph was-... Raph. And although he saw the way his older brother's became happier when they started school- none had been as excited as Michelangelo had been.

They got to be normal.

How cool was that?!

"Oof!" The youngest snapped out of his daydream when Raphael pushed the cart he was sitting in against a wall, jostling the turtle in the process. They'd both completely forgotten about store carts, Mikey had always wanted to sit in one! And although Raph had been clearly happy to push the cart while running in the isles, April had warned them against it- apparently they couldn't run? They had to be slow?

It felt weird. Against his nature. New.

"Earth to Mikey." Raph flicked the back of his head, smirking when the youngest responded with an offended "hey!" He turned back to look for April- had they lost her again? He hadn't even run that much this time! Ugh. "Do you see April?"

"Wasn't she going to grab bread?" Mikey leaned over the cart, letting his arms dangle over the edge. After a bit of thought, he added. "...We also need bread."

"Than that's where we're going." Raph declared, full of confidence-

...

Where is the bread isle?

...

Where were they actually-?

A quick look around- fish, chicken- cheese? That... was an odd combination. "Uhm... where is the bread isle?"

"Didn't April call it the bakery?" Mikey sat straighter, squinting his eyes to try and see- but nope. "Uhm... maybe we can just stay here? I think we needed cheese anyway."

"Cheese it is!" Mikey squealed when Raph started running, grinning like a maniac and ignoring any odd looks send their way. Mikey almost fell backward in the cart, but managed to grab onto the edges.

"Raph! Slow down!" He laughed- he actually didn't want the older to slow down, but April said they couldn't, sooo-

Raph, to his credit, did no such thing. He kept running, missing the cheese section by a mile- which is how they'd ended up finding the bakery on accident.

The sais-wielder dug with his heels into the floor to stop, panting from the adrenaline- the snickers let Mikey know he didn't have to worry. Instead, he propped himself up on his knees and pushed himself up by leaning his full weight into his hands- aaaaaand almost fell over. Yay!

Raphael held onto the cart before he could topple over, actually laughing this time at the face the younger made. Michelangelo huffed, looked away- his annoyance evaporating as soon as he spotted their human friend. "There she is! April!!!"

The human yelped, and dropped the loaf of bread she had just been grabbing.

...Whoops.

...

Oh well.

"Hey April!" Raph pushed slower this time, gently making the cart bump against April's side. She shot him an unimpressed look and raised an eyebrow- but failed to keep a straight face, and cracked a smile.

"I thought I told you two to wait?"

"You did?"

She sighed, and shook her head. When April bent down to grab the item she dropped, Mikey quickly reached over her to grab a loaf too. Happily putting it next to him in the cart.

"What are those?" Meanwhile, Raph's attention had been taken by the oven. April hummed.

"The bakery. That's where they put the fresh croissaints and stuff." She stopped before she could say anythint else in favor of grabbing her phone, looking pleased when seeing the time. "Want some? They should be warm still."

"Can we get some for Lee and Dee too?" Mikey was already reaching for them, but April gently shooed his hand away. Instead, she grabbed a plastic bag from a rack as well as a... fork-thing? That was attached to the compartment the bakers put the baked goods in.

"Sure." She shrugged, putting five in the bag. After a bit of thought, she added. "They have a chocolate version if you want that instead?"

Obviously, Mikey had been about to say yes. But then Raph pushed him down to sit and shook his head.

While the youngest was grumbling April dropped the bag into the cart, the plastic radiating a pleasant heat onto Mikey's knee. So they were warm! That made him feel strangely happy, for whatever reason.

"That actually reminds me..." Aprjl started, grabbing the end of the cart to drag them bot along, back to the cheese. "How are you guys going to pay for everything?"

"With money? Duh."

"...You have money?"

"You thought we were poor?"

April panicked at the offended looks the two gave- but froze when the two snickered. Mikey was the first to break, unable to hold onto the serious expression for long.

"Tiktok."

"...Tiktok?"

"Tiktok." Raph confirmed, quickly pulling up the app- wow those were a lot of followers. "Apparently humans pay to see us?"

"Isn't that cool!?"

"...That just sounds like a zoo."

"I'm going to ignore you just said that."

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Vegetables done, got dad's ramen, so that left... sweets!

Leo was happily humming to himself while browsing- he loved how organized everything was here! It was always so messy and chaotic during the night- it was nice to be able to take his time.

"Leo." A tap on his shoulder made him turn around, squinting his eyes when a camera flashed. The turtle blinked, trying to get rid of the stars. Donnie paid him no mind, focused on his phone again.

"Dad wanted a picture."

"I know you know how to turn the flash off, Tello."

An innocent grin was the only response he got. After sending the image, Donnie focused on his older brother again. "So... now what?"

"If Mikey and Raph got what I told them to... sweets is all that's left." Leo hummed, looking around. Sweets would be close to the sodas, right? It made sense in his mind, both were sugar-based items. And he saw a sign that said soda was the very last isle... so sweets should be near. "Follow me." He said, focused on the board. The basket the two had found on the floor had a broken wheel, but that didn't stop Leo from dragging it around. "I know Dad wanted Doritos... do you want anything?"

"Gum?" Donnie wondered out- more a question than a true statement. He wasn't sure if the gum would be there, but it made sense. Maybe he would crave something when he saw the options, who know-

He stopped.

As someone who's favorite color was purple, as soon as Donnie saw purple, he just had to look at it. That's just how it worked. Not his fault it was absolutely the best color ever and dominated everything else.

What he'd spotted seemed to be a stand. It stood out of place, right between two isles, lonely and its items fitting neither of the categories of food that the other isles presented. Donnie held the edge of his glasses to gently lift them.

Stepping forward revealed that perhaps it didn't fit because the stand didn't hold food at all. Instead, it held-

Donnie's eyes widened with awe, mouth forming a little 'o' when his mind finally processed all the space-themed items presented to him. Plastic astronaut figures, cheap glow-in-the-dark star stickers, was that a planet squishy-?

The genius was walking forward before even being aware of it, grabbing the first thing he saw slowly- a small star-plush.

He knew some stores ended up selling some small toys, especially around the holidays- but space?!

"Donnie?" He snapped out of it at the sound of his name, immediately hiding the little plush behind him in an attempt to make it look like he hadn't been looking at a toy- but much to his horror, when he squeezed, a horrible peep sound seemed to echo throughout the entire section.

"I wasn't looking at toys." He said too quickly, cringing at himself- seriously? Ugh. Well, at least it was Leo who saw him- the oldest wouldn’t be too mean about it. Probably. Hopefully.

But to his surprise... Leo's confusion soon turned into amazement when he saw the pictures decorating the stand.

"Space?" He breathed, a smile growing on his face. Donnie was surprised... but pleasantly so. Allowing himself to relax as he nodded.

Relaxing made him release the pressure in his hands, fingers brushing against the pleasant-feeling fabric of the toy in his hands. Donnie looked down at it, letting his thumb brush over the fabric again. It felt... really nice actually.

"...Can I... uhm." He looked away, suddenly shy- and held up the star. Leo's expression softened as he nodded, bushing the basket forward so Donnie could put it in. His little brother quickly smiled again, albeit softer than before as he bent down.

The stand had many cool things actually- the glow-in-the-dark stars caught Leo's eye. Without thinking about it, he reached for them. "Wouldn't these look cool in your tent?" He asked, throwing them into his basket without waiting for an answer.

"..." His little brother only responded by taking a hold of his arm today. Good.

Smiling, they started walking again- pleased when seeing that yes, the sweets were very close to the sodas. He thought right!

Small victories.

So first was Doritos... which. Although Leo found them quickly... they were way too high for him to reach. He cringed. There was no way he was climbing the isle, the shelf seemed unstable. So that left-

Asking someone.

Uh oh.

His body went rigid, nervous all over again- oh well. Living without his constant paranoia had been nice while it lasted. Now what? Did he just. Ask someone?

No, no, that's what workers are for. You ask someone. Who works.

But there was no one who works, so how else could he ask?

"I could get on your shoulders?" Donnie offered once he saw the problem, but the oldest shook his head.

"Leo!! Donnie!!!" A flash of green, orange and red zipped right past them- coming to a halt not even a second later, further away. Raph was struggling to catch his breath while Mikey grinned, sitting in the middle of a... cart? Where did they even get that? Surrounded by groceries.

So they'd gotten what Leo asked. Good.

"We found a cart!"

"I told you two to-" They heard April gasp from further away, her head poking out when she leaned forward to catch her breath. "-to stop running!"

"But it's fun!" The hothead wheezed, managing to wink. That... was odd. Running around with a cart shouldn't tire him out that much.

Immediately worried, Leo reached out to touch his forehead. If anything, Raph felt cold. But why- ooohhh.

His eyes fell on the air conditioning in the ceiling. Then, he touched his own forehead.

Ah.

Nevermind, Leo could keep his worry to himself for just a bit longer.

He didn't notice that while he was busy fretting over Raph, Mikey had gotten out of the cart to help their genius brother. So, when he finally zoned back into the present-

"Oh my shell."

He flopped out before he could stop it.

Much to his dismay, the youngest had climbed on top of Donnie's shoulders instead- which. Really? Couldn't they at least have gone with Raph? Donnie was too skinny for such things, Raph at least had the bulk to stay stable-

"We got this!" Mikey cheered, moving around way too much for Leo's liking. Donnie looked unstable, as if he could fall over any minute. The only reason he hadn't yet was because the one in orange was now holding onto the edge of the isle. "Which one again."

"Sweet Chili this time."

"Be careful!"

Leo's warning was ignored when Mikey pushed himself forward as much as possible- cheering and letting go when he managed to grab a bag that was far in the back.

Unfortunately, this action finally caused Donatello to lose his balance. He tried to stay upright, taking multiple steps back and doing his best to not fall- but in the end, he ended up falling backwards anyway.

Leo lunged for Mikey before he could even think.

The three yelled, ending up as a tangle of limbs on the floor with Leo at the bottom, Mikey in the middle and Donnie on the top. The three groaned, unmoving for a moment.

"Ohmigosh-" April gasped, running over to help Donnie up first. "Why- I could have found a worker!" She scolded- but really, you would need to be deaf to miss the worry in her voice.

"What are you staring at?!" That was undoubtedly Raph shooing someone away, which Leo was greatful for. The oldest was too stunned to move for a moment... until Mikey finally broke the silence.

"The chips are still in one piece?"

Leo made no comment as he rolled his eyes, sat up, and gently tried to get the youngest off. "No one hurt?"

"Nope!"

"Me neither." Donnie confirmed. Pleased, Leo got up properly.

Mikey very delicately put the chips in his and Raph's probably stolen cart, then immediately reached out for some chocolate chip cookies. "Was that everything?"

"I think so." Leo mentally listed up everything they needed. "Did you get the cheese and-"

"Everything is in there." Raph pointed at their cart. After a moment, he made up his mind. "I want soda."

"That's the next aisle- right?" He quickly turned to April to confirm, who nodded. "I could show you?"

"Great!" Oh- aand he was being dragged again. Great. Wonderful. Why did he keep being dragged? "I can walk on my own, you know."

"I rather you not freeze seven more times, Fearless." Raph pushed himself against the older one, snickering when he was shoved away. Thankfully, finding Raph's favorite drink didn't take as long as everything else had- they managed to return quickly to the three left behind.

The cart was much fuller than it had been before they left- piled to the brim with all kinds of chips, chocolate, cookies and sweets. Raising an eyebrow, Leo just looked at the two youngest. The duo attempted to look innocent- and failed so badly even Leo could tell what they were actually feeling.

...Oh what the heck. He sighed again. "Do you need anything else, April?"

"I only needed the bread." The human's eyes seemed to be glued to the cart, clearly waiting for Leo to say something- but when he didn't, she seemed to let it go. "Would you guys rather self-checkout or-"

"Yes please." Leo answered before she could offer the other. Don't get him wrong, he was having fun, but his social battery was done.

"Then we go left." This time, it was Mikey who took a hold of the cart before Raph could, giggling as he ran forward with it. Donnie snapped a picture when Mikey looked away, snickering.

"Do you guys have any bags with you?" April asked. Raph nodded, pulling out one from his pouch. A plastic one, much to her dismay.

"...That's going to rip- Mikey slow down!"

"But it's fun!" Still, the turtle stopped running, waiting for his family to catch up. "It's all fun."

It had been fun, Leo had to agree. Even the checkout, where he got to scan every item one by one while the others bagged everything. Sure, they got some odd looks, and yeah, Leo panicked when he couldn't shove the paper money into the machine- but all good!

Today had been good.

"Mikey- the croissants."

"Oh! Right!" Ths turtle perked up, quickly digging through his bag to find the packaging.

They all ended up carrying one bag each- it would have been double the amount if Raph hadn't shoved everything with force. The vegetables and fruits were probably crushed now- but that wasn't Leo's problem.

A now-flat croissant was handed to him- and although Leo could tell that wasn't how it was supposed to look, he smiled, thanked his brother, and took a bite.

He could deal with getting lost, making grocery lists and shopping- happily, even. He was not dealing with the sticky fingers he was sure to get from the crushed oranges.n

#tmnt #tales of the tmnt #tales of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt donnie #tmnt Donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt April'O Neil

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Honesty

USOPP x GN!READER

note: THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! content: fluff, sfw, reader and usopp are both oblivious losers, requited feelings, confessions. WC: 1934

Everyone on the crew knew. Everyone.

It was going old how often Nami would have to grab Usopp's attention from looking your way or when Sanji would have to hold his hand out while you mindlessly walked somewhere, too infatuated with the Usopp as he went about his “real” adventures. The small side glances you'd often share as you sat beside each other at the dinner table, it was obvious the feelings you two had for each other.

Well, expect the two of you.

It was aggravating for the rest of the crew to have to witness, desperately wishing that one day one of you would slip up and finally say something to the other but the day just seemed like it was never gonna show up. No matter how many attempts Sanji made to hint towards Usopp about your feelings, causing you to turn into a bright red tomato.

Today was like any normal day, minus the quick stop because your captain was becoming restless and Nami just couldn’t stand it anymore. You hummed as you put things into your bag, keeping it light so you’d have space to store more things within. Just in case you found anything interesting, for yourself or Usopp. You reached over to grab something and stopped as you stared at the small necklace that Usopp had gotten you a while back, he handed it to you in a rush with a quick jumble of words before he ran off somewhere. You giggled as you grabbed the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and hooking together letting it hang down your chest.

You hummed pleased with the assortment of items you had, so you stood yourself up and placed the bag over your shoulder. You pivoted on your shoes and made your way out of the room that you shared with Nami, you had noticed that everyone had already rushed off wasting no time to get off the boat and walk through the grass and find new interesting bugs; well mostly Luffy. You frowned slightly, not wanting to have to venture to the island by yourself. You let out a small huff as you began to walk towards the ladder to get off the ship, “Hey!” You heard a voice call out from behind you making you immediately snap to see holding your hands up ready to punch whoever. You froze as you saw Usopp stare at you shocked before chuckling, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He says while you let out a sigh of relief and drop your hands to the side, “You scared the shit out of me Usopp!” You scold the boy.

Usopp just let out a laugh, a laugh that made your stomach do flips. “I just wanted to wait for you…” He says, his voice trailing off for a moment. “Cause like you know… for protection…” He says trying to sound all cool but it is obvious he was getting a bit nervous. You let out a laugh that caused Usopp to turn his attention straight back to you, “Thank you, Oh brave captain Usopp~” You teased him. Usopp stood there in shock for a moment before he chuckled and nodded, "That's me!" He hummed out in excitement, as he made his way past you and to the ladder off the ship. "Ladies first~" He motioned with his arms for you to go ahead of him, and you gladly went ahead and flung your leg over the ladder. Make sure to take your foot landed on the bar before you swing your other leg over.

He watched you intently to make sure that not even for a second would you slip and fall, he couldn’t risk seeing you hurt. As he watched you he started to think about the fact that he probably should’ve gone first so he would have been able to catch you. While lost in his thought he hadn’t realized that you had safely made it to the bottom and were waiting patiently for him to come down. “Usopp?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Huh?- Oh!” He blinked staring at you for a moment wondering how long he had simply just stood there whilst you waited so patiently, then his mind went off again. You were so kind and so trusting, it truly amazed him how you were still his friend even after everything.

As he reached the bottom of the ladder he jumped off, landing on the solid ground with a small thud.

He shifted around to look at you with a smile on his face, “Ready?” He asked you as he held out his arm to interlock it with yours, you obliged sliding your arm to hook with his. “Always.” You hum to him, before beginning to lead the way for the both of you. You talked on and on about something that Usopp was not taking in, he was watching the way you used your free hand to talk almost as if you were painting a picture. You asked a question but Usopp didn’t hear it, oblivious to the fact you were asking him and he just admired you. “Usopp?” Your voice broke his thoughts again, usually when any of the straw hats would do that it would upset him. But when you did it, it was like an angel from heaven was bringing him back down to earth before he died simply because of how amazing you were.

“Yeah [name]?” He asked back, as he looked at you hoping that you’d take the lead in making sure they went in the right direction and not run into anyone. “Were you even paying attention?” You asked him, as you turned your attention ahead of the two of you. Making sure the two of you didn’t bump into any island people, weaving in and out of the crowd. “Uhm… Yeah totally!” He responded in a cheerful tone and a cheesy smile on his face, you glanced at his expression immediately knowing that the boy had caught nothing of what you had just explained to him. You let out a soft giggle before the smile quickly faded and your eyebrows furrowed with irritation, “Do people not know how to walk properly?!” You said out in anger, eventually shoving your way through people and into an alleyway that had fewer people.

You let out a sigh of relief, finally free from the busy street and annoyingly slow people. Usopp stood there in shock having not been fully prepared to be shoved through those people and suddenly ending up somewhere a lot more calm, he looked at you before letting out a chuckle. “You hate crowds huh?” He asked, teasing you. You rolled your eyes a small smirk on your lips as you looked around the alleyway, “Some people just don’t deserve legs.” You joked, the joke causing the boy to let out a loud laugh. You turned your head to look at him, you looked at him in slight shock at how he found your joke so funny. The way his head slightly tilted back and his eyes closed as he laughed, it was a beautiful sound and it made your face grow warm from the blush suddenly appearing.

You cleared out your throat before a thought popped up into your head. “Hey, I have an idea.” You say to him in almost a whisper not allowing him time to respond or even think of what you said dragging him along through the alleyway. “[Name]!” He called out, his feet almost struggling to keep up with how fast yours were going. He let out huffs as he started to run out of breath from having to keep up with you, “[Name]..!!” He whined out wanting you to slow down, but even after a small tug, you kept your speed rushing through the alleyway.

As the two of you made your way, you eventually stopped as you came up to a small area. Vines grew down the wall and it was slightly dark small amounts of the sun peeking through the cracks between the buildings, and you decided this place was the perfect area.

Usopp looked around the area, his brows raised as he let out a quiet “oooo…” His eyes darted around the area and you smiled softly as you watched them, before eventually, his eyes met with yours. You feel your posture suddenly straighten out as his attention is on you, you turn to look at the area trying to cover the blush on your cheeks. “It’s pretty isn’t it?” You asked him with a small hum coming from your lips. What you didn’t notice was the way that when Usopp responded his eyes never left your face, “Yeah, it’s beautiful.” He nodded before eventually turning to look around the small area the two of you were now standing in, he slowly walked further in and looked up. The buildings left a small space so that when you looked up it was a perfect view of the sky, you watched him for a moment before you went and stood next to him.

The two of you enjoyed the silence, the sound of distant chatter and seagulls flying overhead.

As you watched the clouds move past quickly you eventually felt your neck begin to hurt, you brought your head down and rolled the knot that started to grow out. You then turned to look at Usopp whose eyes were already on you, your eyebrows raised in shock and your face suddenly became extremely warm. “[Name].” He spoke out to you causing you to lock eyes with him, “Yeah..?” You spoke out with a small sigh, you hadn’t realized but you had been holding your breath. Usopp stared at you for a moment longer before bringing a hand up to your cheek, “I… I think I like you.” He says, letting a sigh of his own from holding his breath.

You stare at him for a moment, it is like a wave of realization has just crashed over you. The more you thought about it the more obvious it became, how he would try to flirt with you and be around you more than the rest of the crew. Usopp hesitated for a moment before slowly bringing his hand down from your face, “My bad, I shouldn’t have…” “No! No…” You cut him off quickly bringing your hand to grab him, “I like you too Usopp.” You told him, and you watched as his face went from sadness to excited shock. “Really??!” He squeezed your hand.

You nod back to him, “Really.” You say. The two of you stare at each other for a minute or so, before you take notice of the way his eyes glance down to your lips and then quickly back up to your eyes. You smile softly, “You can kiss me Usopp.” you whisper as if there would be anyone in a dark alleyway other than you two. Usopp wasted no time before he softly pressed his lips against yours, his free hand going up to cup your cheek. It felt like a dream and you didn’t wanna wake up and you never did, when you opened your eyes and pulled from the kiss he was still there looking back at you.

You couldn’t wait to hear him tell the crew about how he took you to a spot and kissed you. And you knew you wouldn’t correct him.

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