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[ticklishfiend]

Angry Little Guy

My Hero Acadameia - Kirishima/Bakugou

A/N: heyyy haven’t written in a hot minute (again lmao)!! my mental health has been taking a tolls recently so writing has been hard, but i still hope y’all enjoy what i wrote today!! i love these boys sm and i hope to write some more for them in the future :) hope u enjoy!! xx

Summary: After Ms. Joke visits the school and forces Bakugou to laugh after he was being a grumpy-butt in class, Kirishima can’t help that he just wants to hear that cute little laugh again. But when Bakugou refuises to laugh any other way, Kirishima decides to use some...persuasive methods :))

Word Count - 2,550

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Today was a physical training day for Class 1A, all the students gathering in the training gym in their matching blue and red outfits ready for whatever task Aizawa had prepared for them that day. Aizawa’s demeanor today, however, was just a little…off. Sure, he was being hs regular boring, monotonous self, but something about the way his eyes seemed to sink deeper into their sockets, and the way his back seemed somehow more slouched than usual, showed that the class’s teacher was a little more annoyed today than he already was regularly.

“Does Aizawa-Sensei seem more…upset than usual?” Kirishima scratched his neck worriedly, heck cocked as he watched Aizawa pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know, man, the guy’s never exactly been the bubbly type. Maybe he just got less sleep than normal,” Denki shrugged, his eyes also meeting the groggy teacher stood in front of their whole class. “What do you think, Bakugou? Think Aizawa woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”

“Shut the fuck up, Sparkplug, he’s about to start class,” Bakugou grumbled, not even glancing down at his bright blonde counterpart for a second.

“Okay everyone, it’s time to shut up,” Aizawa spoke loudly, his eyes tense as he stared the teens in front of him down. The mumbles in the room went silent as Aizawa began his lesson. “Today’s gonna be a little…different. Despite my pleas against this, you’ll be taught your training by a different pro-hero today from Ketsubutu High.”

Muffled whispers slowly rose up from the crowd of teens before Aizawa, mumbling predictions of who the hell could be teaching them today and why it wasn’t someone already from their school. Of course, as always, Iida’s hand was the first to shoot up and question this strange decision.

“Aizawl-Sensei, why are we being taught by a teacher from another school? Why not use any of the many teachers we have available at UA?”

“Unfortunately, Nezu believes it would be best for you all to not only be trained by the same heroes, as you need to widen your options for training techniques, especially considering many of you need to learn better techniques of distraction. Which is exactly why they’ve brought in-“

“Helloooo~!” The gym doors behind the students’ burst open, a female figure standing in the doorway with her hands on his hips and a bright, wide smile imprinted on her face.

“Oh no way!” Sero pointed excitedly towards the woman. “It’s Ms. Joke!”

“That’s right, future pro-heroes!” Ms. Joke began making her way over toward Aizawa, his glare on her intensifying with every step she got closer.

“Ohhh, now I get why he’s been so moody all morning,” Kiri whispered to Denki, the two sharing a knowing glance as they both grinned.

“Joke, why are you so late? You were supposed to be here an hour ago so we could discuss-“

“Oh cmon, Eraser, don’t be so serious! Just got caught up in a little morning traffic is all, plus spreading a few smiles along the way!” Joke grinned widely at the stoic man beside her. “Y’know, I’m always happy to spread a few more smiles as long as they’re coming from your cute little face-“

“That’s enough, Joke. Please get on with the lesson,” Aizawa rolled his eyes, refusing to look over at his extremely smiley counterpart.

“Whatever you say, future husband!”

“Not your future husband-“

“Okay guys! So who here knows about my quirk and can explain it properly to the rest of the class?” Joke asked, followed by multiple hands shooting up into the air, Deku’s even waving about excitedly (as this IS his favorite thing in the world to discuss).

“Hmm…how about…you! Mr. Grumpy in the front!” Joke exclaimed, pointing towards Bakugou. His arms were crossed in contempt, eyes glaring into Joke’s happy persona like his gaze alone could burn right through it.

“I didn’t even raise my hand,” Bakugou scowled at his higher-up, his stance never wavering. “How do you know I have any idea who you are?”

Ms. Joke smirked at Katsuki. “Y’know, teachers talk, Bakugou,” the mention of his name made his eyes grow a little wide in surprise, not expecting her to know him by name. “Sure, I know you from the sports festival, but I also know you from a little more than that. I know that you’re an angry little guy who doesn’t like not being at the top, and you find satisfaction in knowing more than your peers. I also know you’re very smart, and you’re well educated on the status of most- if not all- pro-heroes today.  So, I’ll ask again; can you please explain to the class what my quirk is and how it functions?”

A silent but stressed pause fell over the group of teens. None of them had expected Joke to get so analytical on Bakugou like that, and it made them all feel a little fearful of what the “angry little guy” had to say next to her next. Bakugou’s glare on the woman deepened, his brow furrowing slightly.

“You can make people laugh uncontrollably, basically making it easier for you to fight them with one-on-one combat. And if you want me to be honest,” Bakugou’s face contorted into an ugly smirk, his arms crossing tighter as his body leaned in ever so slightly towards the hero. “-it’s one of the lamest quirks I’ve ever seen from a pro-hero.”

The air in the room was suddenly 10x thicker than before, almost making it harder for the students to catch a healthy breath. Ms. Joke only smiled fondly at the teen before her, walking closer to him until they were face-to-face.

“Y’know Bakugou…ever since I saw you perform at the sports festival, seeing you so red-faced and angry the whole time, I couldn’t help but wonder…” Joke’s hands went to her hips as Bakugou’s smirk slowly began to fade. “…does that guy ever really laugh?”

Suddenly and without warning, Bakugou began belting out one of the screechiest laughs anyone in that gym had ever heard in their lives. His arms came down to his stomach, harshly crushing his abdomen as if this would cease the laughs at any capacity. After a second, one of his hands shot towards his mouth, after he must’ve finally realized how embarrassingly girly his laugh must’ve sounded.

“Oh my god, no way! Bakugou can laugh!” Denki shouted, pointing at the hysterical boy in front of him. The rest of the class erupted into giggles, unable to contain it after hearing that contagious laugh leave that angry little man.

“SHUHUHUT UHUP! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou’s screams were muffled behind his hand, but it did nothing to mask the laughs coming out of the boy.

“So, is anyone who didn’t know about my quirk starting to get how it works?” Joke giggled, Bakugou now crumbling to the floor on his knees without even meaning to. After another moment, his laughs began to die down to soft titters, before standing back up on shaky legs. To his dismay, his face was flushed an adorable shade of pink, and though everyone noticed it, no one dared to make a comment. His eyes made their way to Joke’s, an angry flash of light glaring from them.

“YOU MADE YOUR POINT YET, HAG?!” Bakugou shouted, his hands in a combat position by his sides, making small explosions not big enough to hurt a fly from his palms.

“Yes, actually. I think we’re ready to move on to the lesson at hand!”

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“Man, I still feel sore after training today. Who knew Ms. Joke could be so ruthless at hand to hand combat!” Kirishima exclaimed, massaging his shoulder before turning back to his homework in his lap. He was sat crisscross on Bakugou’s bed, with said explosive teen leaning against the wall behind him also working on his homework.

“Whatever, Shitty-hair, it wasn’t that bad,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, earning him a shove on the knee from the red haired teen beside him.

“You’re just mad she had you laughing like a little girl in front of the class and you KNOW it!” Kiri chuckled.

“Hell yeah I’m mad, I’m fucking pissed! That hag had no right to do that, it made me look like a fucking idiot!” Bakugou grumbled throwing his head back and hitting the wall with a thud.

“Oh cmon, it wasn’t that bad, it was adorable! You should totally laugh like that more often, Bakubro. I know I’d sure love to hear it,” Kiri giggled, looking up at Bakugou, noting the small tinge of crimson painting his cheeks. He decided to be nice and not say anything, just like he had been at training.

“I’m not adorable, fuckface, and after that whole stunt I don’t think I’ll ever laugh again.”

“Bakubro, you know I can’t have that! I’ve gotta get my dose of Kats giggles every once and awhile, even if I have to pull em outta ya!” Kiri snickered, playfully shoving Bakugou in the shoulder. “In fact, I wanna hear you laugh right now! Cmon, gimme them giggles!”

Bakugou just looked up at Kirishima with the most blank expression he could possibly pull. Kirishima pouted, grabbing his and the other boy’s homework and moving it to the other side of the bed.

“Shitty-hair, I was working on that-!”

“Ah ah ah, Bakubro, you can get right back to your work as soon as I hear that laugh of yours that I heard earlier today!” Kirishima moved to sit cross-legged in front of Bakugou, giving him the dopiest smile he could pull in hopes to get the boy to giggle even a little.

Nothing.

“Kiri, I can’t just laugh on command. You’ve gotta do something funny, and you’re not a funny fucking person,” Bakugou’s expression remained partially blank, but Kirishima could spot that hint of mischievousness behind his eyes that got him all worked up and playful.

“Hmm…well, while I might disagree with you on that, it’s really hard to make you laugh. And trust me, I know that from experience,” Kirishima brought his hand up to scratch at his chin, looking Bakugou in the eyes experimentally. Then, a lightbulb went off over Kiri’s head.

“Hey, Bakugou?”

“Um…yes?”

“Are you ticklish?” Bakugou remained unwavered, but Kirishima could tell that question made the blood boy uneasy.

“No. Can I get back to my work now, Shitty-hair?”

“I already told you, we aren’t working until I hear you laugh. And, I don’t believe you.”

“Well you should, because I’m not.”

“Then can I?” Bakugou furrowed his brows confusedly at the question.

“Can you what?” Bakugou asked, his head leaning back in confusion.

“Can I tickle you? Y’know, since you aren’t ticklish.”

“No, that’s a stupid question, why would you tickle someone who isn’t-“ suddenly, Bakugou’s words halted as Kirishima grabbed the boy by his shoulders and turned him to push his back onto the bed. He sat down on the boys waist, pinning his hands beneath his knees, effectively trapping them. “WHAT THE HELL, SHITTY-HAIR?!”

“What? You said you aren’t ticklish, so this-“ Kirishima pulled Bakugou’s shirt up just above his lower ribs, before lightly and slowly tracing shapes into the boys sides. “-shouldn’t bother you at all.”

Bakugou’s entire body was as stiff as a board, his eyes shut tight and his mouth shut even tighter. His teeth grinder against one another and titter after titter left his lips against his mind’s wishes.

“Kiri- I- Stop- hehe-wait, just hold on a minutehehe-“ Bakugou giggled lightly, his hands struggling beneath Kiri’s knees. Then, Kirishima began digging his fingers into his ribs, and that’s when all hell broke loose for the explosive boy beneath him.

“WAHRHEIT! STOHOHOHOP! NOT FAIR! NOT FAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou twisted and turned his body, but to absolutely no avail. Kirishima was massaging circles into Bakugou’s lower ribs, and the hysterical boy under him just couldn’t take it. “See? Now THIS is what I wanted to hear, Bakubro!” Kirishima moved his right hand down to skitter his nails on the boy's lower belly, resulting in high pitched squealy giggles to leave the Bakugou's lips. "Aw, you're so ticklish! I never expected this from you, it's so cute!" Kirishima cooed, only making Bakugou's laughs to grow more frantic and panicked.

"NOHOHO! NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE! NOT CUHUHUHU- AHAHAHA!" The boy's words trailed off into even more giggles as Kirishima brought his left hand down to sueeze at his hips. "NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHANT!"

"Aww, is this a bad spot, Bakugou?~ Is it really ticklish right there?~" Kirishima teased, now moving both hands down to sueeze and spider over his hips, which proved to be one of his worst spots so far.

"YEHEHES! TIHIHICKLES!" Bakugou screamed, his legs kicking out frantically behind Kiri as the red-head experimentally moved his fingers upwards and dipped into his bellybutton.

Bakugou let out the most high pitched scream Kirishima had ever heard.

"Oh my god, dude! Is it that bad here?" Kirishima used one nail to scratch at the inside walls of the navel, while another finger skittered around the entire button.

"BAHAHAHAD! SO BAHAHAD! PLEHEHEASE!" Bakugou whined, small prickles of tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Alright, alright, i'll quit. But-" Kirishima halted momentarily, his nails resting on Bakugou's lower tummy without moving. Even with the lack of movement, Bakugou couldn't help the small giggles that left his lips, his childish giggle box already turned on it's head, making those unmoving nails feel like their skittering all over his tummy. "-first you have to admit that your laugh is adorable."

Bakugou's eyes widened. "What?! Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna say something like th-hehehe!" Kirishima slowly began skittering over his lower tummy again, his fingers slowly but surely getting closer and closer towards his navel.

"Bakugou, you are way too ticklish to just not comply with me right now. Just say what I want and I'll let you go," Kirishima smiled, bringing one hand up to skitter at his lower ribs, resulting in a surprise shriek and louder giggles from the boy. "Unless...you don't want me to stop?"

Bakugou's entire face turned beet red, and this time Kirishima just couldn't help himself. "Aw, Bakugou~! Y'know, you're way more of a blusher than you'd like to admit, but that's just another thing that makes you intesnely adorable. So say it! Say you're adorbale!"

"Nohoho! I cahaha- Kiri plehehease! Don't make mehehe!" Bakugou whined, twisting his body as if trying to escape the unstoppable fingers on his torso.

"Cmon Kats~ Just say those two magic little words~"

"Alrihihight!" Bakugou shut his eyes tight, turning his face as much as he could to try and smush his words into the mattress. "I'm...I'm adorablehehe..."

Kirishima finally halted his fingers and moved them off the boy's body, but still not getting up off of his waist. "See? Was it that hard?"

"Yes!" Bakugou whined, finally pulling his hands out from under Kirishima's legs after the red-head gave him some leverage to, shoving them into his face to mask the ever-growing blush and smile emerging.

"You're too cute for me, Kats. I don't think I can handle it," Kirishima smiled fondly at the boy underneath him, his heart swelling in his chest unbeknownst to that angry little giggly guy.

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A/N: i hope u enjoyed!! i just love lee!bakugou so i rlly couldn’t help myself LMAOO he’s so cute wtf :(( anyways, if u enjoyed this pls consider liking and reblogging!! reblogging is much more appreciated as it helps spread my fic to more ppl :)) love u!! xx

[colourshot-draws]

We’re not angry.

Neil hasn’t been feeling too good and it certainly wasn’t in his plans to be found mid breakdown by his housemates. 

I’ve been in the mood to try and write some short angst with Neil so here ya go! (Trigger Warning for: themes of suicide, drugs and a very brief mention of self harm!!)

** "NEIL" A well aimed bottle found it's target perfectly. That target being a certain sulky hippies head. Neil barely had time to react before another bottle whizzed past him, just missing. "NEIL!!" Vyvyan barked again. Neil reluctantly turned around. "What?" He wasn't in the mood for this (honestly when was he ever in the mood for anything?). Vyvyan hadn't seemed to have got that far in the thought and just shrugged. Neil let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to focus on making himself tea, trying to ignore the growing depression that was coming over him. He assumed the guys were just trying to hassle him and bring him down even more. He wasn't totally wrong, they were trying to hassle him but not exactly for the reasons he may have thought. They were worried about him, in their own weird way. Neil had been mercifully quiet for a few days, in fact he hadn't properly complained all day. They'd been enjoying it so far (Rick more than anyone had been loving it) but they couldn't deny that it was beginning to become...weird. Everyone in the house had a part to play (whether they realised it or not) and Neil was not playing his part. It was unsettling the rest of the housemates.

"I'm, like, going to my room." Neil had finished making himself tea and now wanted to be alone. He had...other things to do. He waved quietly to his roommates and trudged upstairs. Any other day he would have made big song and dance about how he was leaving to probably off himself but he suddenly didn't feel like doing that anymore. In fact the worse he began to feel, the less he wanted to perform it. So he'd gone quiet about it. Not that anyone would have noticed or cared - that's what he assumed at least.

Vyvyan nonchalantly waved back (if Neil had been in any other headspace, he would have noted that as extremely odd) before getting a slight elbow in the ribs from Mike - reminding him that perhaps throwing objects at Neil was not the greatest way to show concern.

Vyvyan grunted and said something about "well then you shouldn't have asked me to help then!" Mike didn't listen, he was too focused on the mystery of why Neil had suddenly shut up. It wasn't something he'd ever thought he'd be concerned about, in fact considering how they treated him, it should have been cause for celebration. But it wasn't. Mike just couldn't shake the pit of worry that had begun to form in his stomach. He knew the others felt similarly even if they were trying to hide it.

Neil on the other hand was incredibly unaware that anyone cared in the slightest. You couldn't exactly blame him, he didn't have any evidence to support that anyone actually did. In fact he was focusing on the exact opposite, every activity he attempted to distract himself was pierced with those thoughts playing on loop. A constant drum of how much everyone around him utterly despised his very existence, it was becoming unbearable and making his head hurt. So that's how he found himself curled up on his bed, trying to quieten the sobs that racked his frame. His head hadn't stopped hurting, in fact it just pounded worse. The cocktail of drugs he'd taken in an attempt to quieten that deafeningly harsh voice inside hadn't worked, it'd only made him feel foggier. So foggy in fact that he took no notice of Rick's attempts to get him to open the door.

"Neil!! Open this ruddy door rwight now!!" Rick was trying to be considerate, he could have just broken the door down. Bloody hell! Why had they sent him to comfort Neil? Well he actually knew perfectly well why, Vyvyan had flat out refused to deal with – in his words – "any of that girly emotion stuff." Mike seemed reluctant as well but reassured Rick he'd help out if he was really needed. Just brilliant. Really really brilliant.

Rick didn't even care about the dumb hippie, he was an ugly mopey bastard, he did not blummin' well care about him at all! So Rick hated that he felt something akin to worry begin to tug at him the longer that door stayed closed. He was beginning to become tired of this, he felt like just bursting into the room. Neil's lock was worn down enough - thanks mostly to Vyvyan breaking into his room to torment him - that it wouldn't be much effort to just...force his way in there. "I'm going to count to three and then I'm coming in, whether you like it or not!" Still no response. "One...two" Rick was sticking to his promise. "THREE!-" Nothing, again. "RWIGHT!!" Rick huffed before slamming himself into the door, perhaps more roughly than intended. He was surprised he didn't accidently break the door at the ease of which it burst open.

"I suppose you think it's rweally funny to just leave me out there with absolutely no response-" Rick began his normal spiel before he felt the air knocked out of his lungs. That earlier feeling of worry had morphed into full on gut churning horror as the poet laid his eyes on the trembling hippie. Any smug remarks that would have normally left his mouth were quickly abandoned. In fact Rick couldn't bring himself to say anything, any words stuck in his throat. All he could do was stare. Neil had gone horribly pale and was shaking far too much. Despite what you might think, Rick was unsure if he'd actually seen Neil in such a state before. Judging by the angry red marks littering Neil's arms and the empty bags of whatever the fuck surrounding him, he was seriously not okay. And Rick had no idea what to do. He felt himself begin to dumbly stumble backwards, uselessly covering his mouth. As much as the poet talked himself up, he suddenly felt pretty pathetic. He felt the exact opposite of strong and anarchic, he actually felt as if he was about to pass out.

"Mike, I-I need to get Mike..." Rick tried to get himself to move, he legs had turned to complete jelly. Why oh why had he turned into an utter coward? His saving grace came in the form of orange haired punk who had decided that Rick really had been taking way too long.

"What the bloody hell have you been doing up here?" Vyvyan announced his presence, thundering up the stairs. He was about to make a very clever joke concerning Rick and Neil being poofy before catching a glimpse of Rick. He'd gone completely white and was shaking like a leaf. "Did ya see Neil naked or something?" Vyvyan asked gruffly. Rick barely even registered that comment and just weakly pointed into the direction of Neil's bedroom. Vyvyan felt a very slight twinge of unease. It wasn't like the spotty twat to look so utterly horrified (although maybe concerning Neil and anything in his bedroom, it was). Still, Vyvyan sensed something wasn't quite right. That was confirmed just from one look inside Neil's room. The hippie hadn't moved, in fact he seemed to have gotten worse. Vyvyan suddenly felt a whole lot less clever for his earlier comment (no he was NOT feeling guilty, that was girly and he was not girly). "I'll...get Mike." was all he said before rushing downstairs.

Neil became suddenly aware that was he no longer alone. Or at least slightly aware. His head was an absolute mess and couldn't quite tell what was going on. He did however, know that the idea of any of the housemates catching him in this state was the absolute last thing he wanted. He audibly whined at the thought of it, much to Rick's surprise (and begrudging relief, the hippie was still alive). Neil only begun to panic more at the sound of voices above him, so much so that he tried to fight off the (mostly) imagined threat.

"Neil..." That was Mike's voice. Neil didn't respond and continued to weakly flail his arms, his fist only very loosely connecting with his housemates who seemed undeterred.

"Neil" It was louder this time, harsher, must have been Vyvyan. Neil didn't -or more accurately- couldn't respond. His mouth was refusing to work and his head was still a fuzzy mess. Despite that, he managed to pick up on a slight sniffling sound followed by a quiet "Ruddy hell-"

Rick was surprised by himself, here he was getting all teary over the shivering and sweaty figure of his least favourite housemate (least favourite felt like a light term for it - utterly despised was more accurate). He felt bloody lucky that no one bothered to comment on it, he'd have vehemently denied it if they had. Mike was much too focused on actually trying to help and Vyvyan was following suit, if a little clumsily (he wasn't used to being all nice and helpful).

"Neil!" Mike's tone was firm but kind. "You're going to be okay." Mike hoped. "We're here..." Mike trailed off, looking to the others for some sort of support. For the first time in a long time, the cool person was actually sweating. They both nodded before realising that maybe Neil wasn't in a state to notice silent affirmation. Vyvyan grunted, albeit it softer than usual before throwing in a "Yeah." He didn't sound like he was trying awfully hard but for anyone who knew Vyvyan, he was being far gentler than normal. Rick didn't really trust himself to speak, he was still feeling a worryingly large amount of feelings and the last thing he wanted to do was become a crying mess in front of Neil. No matter how out of it he was. Rick settled on cautiously squeezing Neil on the arm, a sort of yes alright I'm here for you as well.

"I-I'm sorry, guys." Neil croaked out, that was the first sentence Neil had spoke for what must have been a few hours. The room fell deathly silent. "P-Please don't be, like, angry at me, okay?" Neil sounded scarily weak and yet the thing he was most worried about was pissing off his housemates. A unpleasant feeling of guilt settled itself in each of their guts. Rick almost wanted to laugh, why was the stupid idiot so worried about that? He was the one looking near death!! 'Probably because you treat him so terribly, you bastard-' Rick shook his head, mentally telling his conscience to shut up. Mike was the first (and only one) to reassure him.

"We aren't angry." That was all he said and it seemed to calm Neil enough. He went quiet again, save for the odd cry or groan.

**

None of the guys seemed keen to leave Neil's side, even after Vyvyan had reassured them that Neil would be okay - that he just needed to get whatever he'd consumed out of his system. You couldn't exactly blame them for that, trusting Vyv and his medical knowledge seemed like a shaky idea at best (even if he was actually right this time). They settled on the idea of taking shifts, surprisingly Rick spent the most amount of time with him. Maybe it was because he was feeling guilty but if you asked him, he would have told you it was just because Neil made for a good listener. Someone who physically couldn't get up and walk out once Rick started reading out his extremely long winded poetry. Though if you listened in on Rick's shifts, there was a distinct lack of poetry reading.

After the whole horrible ordeal was over, after Neil's shaking had slowed and he'd thrown up more times than he could count, after Vyvyan's (mostly) silent but strangely comforting presence, after Mike had regaled tales of his various expeditions in love and Rick's surprisingly subdued stay, Neil began to think that maybe a few people did really care about his presence after all...

[mwolf0epsilon]

Fic Request: Miss Twisted is causing some manner of trouble Alice Angel shows up, lectures her, and then drags her away by the ear and says something like "I have a perfectly good dinner getting cold at home and you're doing THIS"? Miss Twisted then tries to apologize and make it up to Alice.

Summary: A slight mistake in her schedule gives Miss Twisted a taste of trouble in paradise.

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It wasn't often that the stars aligned for the sort of mischief that they were getting up to, but oh if the Society didn't enjoy it all the more when they got the chance to show up the Butcher Gang in a nice game of robbing the bank blind!

They'd used the troublesome trio of dopes as their distraction, breaking into the vault while they attempted their stick-up. Filled their bags and pockets with as much cash as possible, and then things really got interesting. You see, Charley wasn't one to share a heist, and neither was Miss Twisted. The glory would fall upon the most ruthless criminals, and that prestigious title was going to which ever of the gangs could get away with the plundered riches.

The battle was on.

"Getting tired are we?!" Missy cackled as she stared down the end of her opponent's retreating and swinging switchblade, her own dagger parrying blows aimed at her long springy arms. "What's the matter Charley boyo? Too old to tango with a dame?"

"In your dreams, princess!" He flashed her an ugly toothy grimace. "I ain't no pirate, but I can pull my weight in a swordfight. This is just the warm up!"

"Then warm up faster Charles, because the ladies don't like cold feet!" She flashed her own sharp grin at him.

"I'll remember that if I ever meet a lady then." He smirked.

"Why I oughta..." She swung her blade faster, trying to get him off balance. Behind her she could hear the struggles as Cameraman wrestled for control of their getaway vehicle from the meddling Barley, while the Brute was defending their spoils from the itsy bitsy Edgar who was trying to lasso a few bags out of his reach.

One lucky swing caught the side of Charley's blade and sent it flying from his grasp, leaving him weaponless and at the edge of the truck's open back.

"My, my... Seems like Lady Luck has a new favourite." Missy chuckled "And it ain't the leprechaun, it seems."

"Keep yappin' girly, even if you win this fight, the Butcher Gang will come on top in the end. We always do." The older male sneered. Barley and Edgar were at a loss for what to do, either continue their endeavours or risk losing their boss.

"Bouillonburg has a new crime syndicate and it sure doesn't need a trio of has-beens calling the shots anymore." And they'd all know it from this day forward, as soon as she sent the infamous leader of the Butcher Gang flying out of the back of a moving truck.

Or, she would of, if not for the truck suddenly coming to a halt and sending everyone tumbling about at the sudden stop.

"Oi! Cam what gives?!" The demoness cried out as she pushed Charley off her. "Warn a gal, wouldn't ya? I coulda snapped my neck!"

"I err... Uhm... I am quite certain that that is the least of your troubles right now..." Cameraman called back from the cabin.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?!" She put her hands on her hips and looked towards the cabin. Just barely able to make out her friend's small body and the stilts he was using to reach the pedals.

"Because I'm very certain your very angry girlfriend that is standing in front of the truck, is probably higher up on the list..." Cameraman replied as he sunk slightly in his seat to escape the glare of a very upset angel.

Miss Twisted stood there, baffled for a second, before startling.

"Oh crud, what day is it?"

"Erm...Tuesday? Barley offered.

"The 10th!" Edgar added, before tapping his chin thoughtful. "Of November!"

".....Papa Pluto's crooked teeth, I forgot our anniversary!!!" The demoness cried out in horror. She was so screwed.

"You're kidding... You forgot your anniversary?!" Cameraman looked as incredulous as a camera could. "That's low, even for you Missy."

"And rude." Brute huffed. "Missy should apologize to pretty angel lady!"

"I can't go out there! She'll eat me alive!" Her arms quickly twisted around her own head in an attempt to hide her face.

"Honestly, with Alice? Kinda deserved." Charley snorted.

"Agreed, ya should feel ashamed for standin' up the poor lass." Barley scolded.

"Yeah... We may be villains, but we'd never be so rude as to forget a date!" Edgar crossed his arms.

"None of you have girlfriends you jerks!" Missy protested.

"Uh... Charley and Barley are married?" Cameraman gawked at her. "And Brute has a boyfriend?"

"Since when?!"

"Three weeks. Long distance. They write each other... Am I the only one that listens to either of you rambling during breakfast?!" Cameraman was in disbelief.

"And yes, we're married. Edgar's our kid... We're literally a crime family." Charley pointed out.

"Pretty angel lady coming over." Brute pointed out. True to his words, the upset angel was floating over to meet them, and if looks could kill...

"Uh-oh..."

"Nice knowing you Missy. I'm taking all your stuff when you die."

"No fair! Brute want nice radio!"

"I don't need another radio, so we've got a deal big fella."

"I'm not gonna die!"

"I SPENT HOURS SLAVING OVER A STOVE AND WAITING FOR YOU, AND YOU'RE OUT HERE DOING THIS?!"

"I'm gonna die!"

-

Miss Twisted didn't die in the end, but from the scolding she'd gotten alone she might as well have died a little inside. Hell had nothing on the righteous fury of an angel crossed. Needless to say, making it up to Alice would not be easy. Especially when she's been robbing a bank and told the getaway driver to drive as recklessly and dangerously as possible in a busy road close to a school.

Thankfully, Missy was a resourceful lady. She knew how to turn situations around. Go big or go home, right? And even if it cramped her style, she'd tolerate a few of the hobbies her lady love fancied.

Playing the part of good samaritan was gag worthy, but if it made Alice happy, she'd oblige. There were ways to uphold her reputation as an emissary of misery, anyway...

And oh, if the next big hits she had planned wouldn't fix a month's worth of good deeds then nothing would! Go big or go home indeed.

The Butcher Gang wouldn't stay on top for much longer, and her girlfriend couldn't stay mad forever!

First thing was first tho, use a lot of the plundered riches to pay for a reservation at a fancy restaurant and wardrobe and accessories to match. Angel or not, Alice was still an appreciator of the mushy romantic stuff. Miss Twisted would just have to also make it up to the boys later.

[chickensarentcheap]

Best Part of Me -Chapter 75

Warnings: none

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y​, @alievans007​

Koen arrives shortly before ten in the evening. A paper bag full of bottles of booze under one arm and a tattered and weathered backpack slung over the other; looking slightly worse for wear, even for him. He’s always been dishevelled and unkempt at best, but the pace and the intensity of the job has taken its toll on him; his beard thicker and and boasting more strands of gray, his face and body remarkably thinner and marred by both old and fresh bumps, bruises and contusions that will definitely scar. But that old familiar glitter is still in his eyes; the one that speaks of mischievousness and trouble and gives away his quick and sometimes cutting tongue before he even opens his mouth. The last three weeks have been hell on everyone involved; physically AND mentally. Bodies being consumed by near constant pain, little sleep and poor diet while their brains are subjected to fear, stress, and the overwhelming worth that comes each step out the door and onto the street.

But it’s almost over; the finish line finally in sight. With the list complete, only Mahajan himself and Asif’s people remain; the latter extra hurdles they never expected to confront. No one ever stopped to consider that Mahajan’s reach extended further than India, or that anyone would be able to get to Neysa and Aarav. Nathan is nothing more than a ‘tag along’; extra weight that has to be carried. And his true involvement and whether or not he IS the mole, is yet to be determined. To an untrained eye, it would be easy to see Nathan as another victim; the multitude of injuries and the defiance caught on video. But there’s too many unanswered questions to just let him off the hook. Too much suspicion and things that can’t be explained revolving around his disappearance and sudden reappearance, and it would be foolish -and possibly deadly- to let your guard down around him.

“Am I ever fucking glad to see your ugly face,” Koen says, as he sets both bags down on the kitchen table and then tightly embraces Tyler.

This isn’t one of his usual hugs. It’s warm and genuine; filled with enormous relief and a little gratitude that they've both survived long enough to get a moment like this. And when he pulls away -holding Tyler at arms length, a hand coming up to clasp him on the back of the head before tightly cupping it- there’s something even more unfamiliar in his eyes: a shimmer of tears and honest, pure affection. Normally Tyler would jump on it and rib his old friend about something like that; in the same way Koen would do to him if the situation was reversed. But now is not the time. The last three weeks have felt like three years; everyone involved is exhausted and hurting and relying on nothing more than adrenaline -the hope of it all sending soon- to keep them going. And there’s the strong possibility that someone -or more than one person, even- won’t make it out alive. The realization that the person standing in front of you might not survive and this could very well be the last time you ever see them.

“You good?” Koen ruffles the hair at the back of Tyler’s head. “How you feeling? You sure look a hell of a lot better than the last time I saw you.”

“I’m alright, I guess. Could be better, could be worse.”

“What’s the pain like? That guy fucked you up pretty good.”

“I’ve had worse.” It’s not entirely a lie. When he’d woken in the hospital seven years ago, the agony had been intense; there hadn’t been a single inch of his body that hadn’t hurt. Since then he’s lived in chronic pain. Some days he’s able to manage and others he can barely get out of bed in the morning. This is a new level of discomfort; increasing and worsening mobility issues, the pins and needles in his right hand, the need for more and more meds to just take the edge off.

“Well you look good. Hell of a lot better than the last time I was with you. Which doesn’t take much, considering you were covered in your own puke and piss and I had to undress you and toss you in the shower.”

Tyler smirks. “I remember when that used to be a sign of a really awesome Friday night.”

Koen cracks a grin at that. “We’re both getting way too old for that shit. And you’ve past it, thank Christ. I honestly thought one day I’d show up at your place and find you dead. About time you smartened the hell up and got your shit together.”

“Guess all I needed was a kick in the ass.”

“A kick in the ass from the right person, you mean. ‘Cause I spent years kicking you in the ass and it did nothing but make you worse. I guess the kick had to come from a hot little brunette to have any effect on you.”

“Yeah…” Tyler grins. “...I guess it did.”

“Can’t say I blame you. She’d be all the motivation I’d need, too. Figure we should be both thanking our lucky stars that she came around when she did. Had it even been a couple months later…”

“Trust me; every day I’m grateful for that. Every goddamn day. For the past seven years.”

“Good. Because you should be. Because even though you were a fucking wreck, she stuck around. She could have easily taken one look at you and thought ‘damaged goods’ and hauled ass on out of there. And to be honest, I wouldn’t have blamed her. You were a lot to handle. She must be made of tough stuff, because she wasn’t afraid of your shut or to put a foot up your ass.

“She’s still not afraid of that. And she is. Tough. Strong. A lot stronger than she gives herself credit for.”

“That’s exactly what you need,” Koen declares. “A strong woman. Someone to challenge you and to keep challenging you. Although I do question her sanity. No one in their right mind would hook up with the likes of your sorry ass.”

“I lost my sanity a long time ago,” Esme says, as she descends the stairs. “Why do you think I have five kids? Do you think anyone with a shred of sanity left would do that to themselves?”

“I thought it was because he couldn’t stay off ya and you don’t know the word ‘no’.”

“I admit, it IS hard. He’s devastatingly handsome and can be very persuasive.”

“Devastatingly handsome?” Koen scoffs. “Sweetheart, you are blind as shit. How’s it going, kiddo?” He embraces Esme warmly, then presses a kiss to each cheek. “Looking lovely, as always.”

“Now who’s blind as shit? I look like the offspring of a dumpster fire and a train wreck. But I appreciate you trying to feed my ego.”

“Don’t even argue with her,” Tyler says. “For every good thing you bring up, she’s got five bad things that exist only in her own mind.”

Esme sighs. “In case you haven’t noticed, Tyler is either completely blind, or totally biased. Koen, if your wife asked you if she looked like a mess...and not a hot one...would tell the truth?”

“Telling the truth is the reason I have so many ex wives. But in all fairness, my ex wives WERE messed. Had any of them looked like you, I’d probably still be married and the happiest sonofabitch on the planet. Now tell me…” he slings an arm across her shoulders and pulls her into his side. “...he been treating you right? Because if he hasn’t…”

“He’s been a complete gentleman. Except for the times I don’t want him to be. And those are X rated and not for your precious little ears, so…” she presses a kiss to his cheek, then moves towards the fridge.

“I do not need to know about all the kinky shit you two do. You been keeping him in line? Making sure he pulls his weight? Because you tell me just one bad word, and…”

“He’s been amazing. Even more amazing than usual. Sorry, Koen; I’m not leaving him for you. Not yet anyway.”

“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” He grins, then nudges Tyler with his elbow. “You into sharing, mate?”

He scowls. “Fuck you. That’s my wife. What’s wrong with you?”

“Remember that one girl in Melbourne? About twelve years ago? The blond with the big…”

“There’s a woman in the room!” Esme pipes up, and snags a vitamin water from the fridge. “I do not need to hear these things.”

“You didn’t mind sharing her,” Koen points out.

“That was a random at a bar. That…” Tyler nods in Esme’s direction. “...is my wife. The mother of my kids. I don’t share. Not when it comes to her.”

“As much as I’d love to stay down here and listen to raunchy and disturbing stories from my husband’s sexual past, I have a bubble bath calling my name,” Esme says. “And quite frankly, I prefer to pretend he was somewhat innocent and virginal when we met.”

Koen snorts. “There’s been nothing innocent or virginal about him since he was about fourteen.”

She frowns. “I’m ignoring you now. I’m turning my ears off. Because I do not need to hear or know about these things. I’m going to go upstairs and pamper myself and do girly shit and you two can stay down here and talk about your sexual conquests. But I swear to God, if my ears start to burn, I will beat the hell out of both of you.”

“I would never do that,” Tyler assured her. “Talk about you like that.”

“He lies,” Koen speaks up. “He talks about you like that all the time. The things I know about you…”

“Fuck off,” Tyler snarls. “I’ve never talked about her like that with you. That’s wishful thinking on your part.”

“I’m just warning you both.” She places a hand on her husband’s hip, standing on her tiptoes as he leans down to press a soft, brief kiss to her lips. “I am in no mood for fuckery.”

“What are you in the mood for?” Koen quips, the mischievous glitter back in his eyes as he bounces up and down on his heels. “I hear chubby, balding guys can really get shit done.”

Tyler glares at him, then slaps him upside the head. “What the fuck is wrong with you? That’s my wife.”

“Sorry Grandpa Koen,” Esme smirks. “I’m a one man woman.”

“Grandpa Koen?” He feigns insults, a hand clasped over his heart. “That’s harsh. Why do you have to break a bloke’s heart like that?”

She grinning over her shoulder as she climbs the stairs. “Goodnight, boys.”

****

Two hours and a bottle and a half of scotch later, they sit at the kitchen table, reminiscing on days long past. Military missions served together and the camaraderie and the rare laughs and lighthearted moments while overseas. Hiking and camping and hunting trips that they’ve taken -along with Rata- and the handful of times they’d simply packed up and travelled for weeks on end; nothing where they ended up or how they got there.

He was nineteen when he first met Koen; fresh out of basic training, too cocky for his own good, and in desperate need of an attitude adjustment and real experience to knock the chip off his shoulder. Koen had been a staff sergeant then; already grizzled and combat weary and sick of the ‘little shits’ like Tyler that passed his way; the ones with their heads shoved up their own asses, who thought they were something special for getting through training in one piece. Koen had made it his personal mission to make his life as miserable as possible; treating him lower than dirty in order to rid him of what Koen had called ‘pukey personality’. He’d seen something in that nineteen year old kid; the promise of becoming a damn good soldier. And it had worked; all the physical and mental punishment completely broke him; transitioning him into someone he no longer recognized. It had unknowingly led to the worsening of some things; the toxic masculinity that had been beaten into him thanks to his old man, and a propensity to drink way too heavily. Being that good of a soldier...as nothing more than a killing machine in his eyes...had made him feel invincible; each successful tour leaving him feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof. And had eventually led him to the job and that sick and twisted desire to seek out one suicide mission after another.

“You alright?” Koen asks, as he pours himself another drink. “You got a little quiet on me there.”

“I’m alright,” Tyler confirms, and runs a palm along the side of his glass. It’s only his second of the night. Starting off by promising to pace himself; not wanting to drink too much considering the amount of painkillers -well beyond the prescribed amount- he’s been taking. But he’d quickly realized it was more than that. He simply didn’t enjoy it anymore; all the cravings and the need and the taste for it somehow disappearing since the incident a week and a half ago.

“You sure? Haven’t seen you look THAT serious in a long time. What’s going on?”

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Sounds intense.”

“About as intense as it gets.”

Koen sips his drink. “What’s it about?”

Tyler pushes his glass aside and reaches into the side pocket of his cargo shorts. Pulling out a handwritten letter -two pages long- sealed in an envelope. And he issues a heavy, shaky sigh and offers it to his friend.

Koen’s eyes narrow. “What the hell is this?”

“If anything happens to me, you have to give this to Esme. I need her to read it. She HAS to read it.”

“Fuck you, Tyler,” the older man snarls. “I’m not taking no death letter.”

“You have to. You NEED to. If anything happens to me…”

“Stop talking that shit. I won’t listen to it. I won’t…”

“I need you to fucking do this!” he snaps, then roughly grabs his friend’s hand and shoves the letter into it. “She needs to read it. And I need you to give it to her. You keep it and if anything happens to me, you make sure she gets it. This is important to me, okay? I need her to read it. And I need you to promise me that you’ll make sure she does.”

“Why wait? Why wait until it’s too late? Why not tell her these things now? So she knows. Wouldn’t you rather she knows before? Why the fuck…?”

“She knows. She knows I love her. She knows I love her with everything I am and everything I have. But there’s things in there I can’t say. Or I feel like I can’t say properly. And I NEED her to know those things. If something happens to me, it’s important she knows. I need you to do this.”

Koen downs half of his drink and then stands up, reluctantly sliding the envelope into the back pocket of his jeans. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? The things I don’t fucking do for you. Taking a goddamn death letter.”

“Just promise you’ll give it to her. If I don’t make it out of here, promise me you’ll make sure she gets that. You have no idea how important it is to me.”

“I’ll make sure. What about your kids? They might like something from their daddy. You know...if…”

“I already did something for them. A video. Ovi has it. He’ll make sure they see it. And that Addie will watch when she’s old enough to understand.” It’s on the tip of his tongue to tell him about the new baby, but mere though of it...the realization that he could leave a pregnant wife behind and there’d be a child he’d never get to see- is just too fucking painful. Ovi knows; he’d made the kid take a vow of secrecy after telling him to make sure all the kids saw the video when they’re old enough. Even the one that’s still inside their mother’s belly.

“Well let’s hope she never has a reason to read it,” Koen says. “And that those kids never have to see that video. You do whatever it takes to get your ass out of there. Alive. And I’ll do whatever I have to on my end to make sure it happens. This isn’t it. It CAN’T be it. Not when you just found all of this. A wife and kids. A family. A REAL goddamn family. This can’t be it.”

“I sure as fuck hope it isn’t.” He doesn’t bother to hold back the tears that manage to escape; hot against his skin as they slip down the sides of his nose and his cheeks. His chest burns and aches. Not the kind of agony that comes with anxiety, but the suffering that comes with heartache and grief and tremendous loss. Not even the swallow of scotch -in an attempt to clear the lump of emotion from his throat- helps, and he places an elbow on the table and his palm against his forehead. Eyes closed as he struggles to keep it together.

“It’s alright,” Koen’s voice is surprisingly quiet and calm, and there’s an audible creak as he leans forward in his hair; hand both heavy and comforting against the back of Tyler’s head. “It’s alright now, son. It’s okay to be like this. You can be this way with me. I got you.”

“If it was just me, I wouldn’t give a shit,” his voice cracks with emotion as the tears continue to fall. “Seven years ago, I wouldn’t have cared if I made it out. But now I have her and I have my kids and I can’t...I can’t leave them. I’m not ready to leave them.”

“No one says you’re going to. It’s not a sure thing. You’re a tough, stubborn bastard.”

“I don’t want to die. I don't want this life to be over. Before her, I was ready. I wanted to die; I wanted all the bullshit to be over. I hated my life and I hated myself and I didn’t fuck care if someone put a bullet in me. And I then I met here and everything changed. I changed. She didn’t look at me like I was a pathetic, cowardly piece of shit and she made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time and I never thought I’d feel again. And maybe it was wrong; how things happened, where they happened. But it felt right. For the first time in a long time, something felt right. Something felt good. It felt fucking amazing. And I should have pushed her way. I should have stopped it. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want to lose her.”

“It was a weird situation maybe,” Koen says. “But it doesn’t mean it was wrong. Look how things turned out. Look at the life you made. Together.”

“I don’t want that life to be over. I don’t want to leave her. Or my kids. I want to grow old and gray with her and I want to see my kids graduate high school and go to college and get married and have kids of their own. I want ALL of that. But I’m fucking terrified none of will happen. That when I left my kids this morning, that was it. That I’ll never see them again. That I won’t even get to see Addie take her first steps or celebrate her first birthday. There’s so much I don’t want to miss and I’m scared I will.”

“I know…” Koen’s fingertips dig into his scalp as he firmly massages it. “...I know…”

“Everything that is good in me is because of her. Because she found it and she brought it out. And she’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. Her and those kids. And I’m not ready to leave them.”

“And you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn’t happen. And so will I on my end. I’ve got you. I’ll bust my ass to make sure you get back to your family. You hear me?”

“Yeah,” he nods, and uses his elbow to push his friend away. “I hear ya.”

“You good? You get it all out?”

“I think so. I guess I needed to do that; get it out.”

“You’ve been trying to hold it together for her,” Koen reasons, and returns to his seat. “But even guys like you need someone you can fall apart with. And I guess that someone is me; lucky bastard that I am.”

Tyler gives a small laugh, then uses the back of his hand to clear the remaining tears away. “There’s something else.”

“Jesus Christ. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Esme knows what she has to do; if something happens to me. She knows to take the money and the kids and leave. But I need someone to keep their eye on them. I need someone to make sure they’re okay. No matter where they end up. And I know this a hell of a lot to ask…”

“I’ll do it. You know I will.”

“Wherever they go, I need you to go with them. You don’t have to stay forever. Just until she’s doing alright and the kids are settled and doing okay. And if you could do that for me…”

“I already said I would. I’ll make sure they’re alright. Nothing will happen to them. Not on my watch,”

“But I swear to God, if you even think of making a move on her, I will come back and haunt your ass.”

Koen laughs at that, then reaches across the table to tousle Tyler’s hair. “You’re going to be okay, you hear me? You’re going to get out of this. You’re going to walk in there, get shit done, and you’re going to walk back out and go back to your family. And then all of this...all this talk...will have been for nothing.”

“I hope so,” Tyler says, and downs the remains of his drink. “I really fucking hope so.”

****

It’s just past one in the morning when he steps into the master bedroom, moving about it’s darkened confines with the aid of the moonlight. Removing the holster and gun from his hip and placing it in the top drawer of the nightstand, then slipping out of his shorts and t-shirt; tossing both on top of the open duffle bag that sits in front of the closet. And he briefly lingers at the side of the bed, listening to her soft breathing and watching as her body rises and falls with each inhale and exhale. Sound asleep; on her side with her back towards the door.

The pain in his chest and the knot in his stomach return with a vengeance; those thoughts of possibly never getting those moments with her again. He can’t get it out of his mind; how close he’d been to ending things only to find someone -when he hadn’t expected to- capable of snatching him off that ledge. Seven years. Spent with the person that saved him in every way a person can be saved. Who has proved time and time again that she loves every inch of him; all the good, all the bad, and everything in between. Every imperfection, every scar; both inside and out. Who taught him what it was to love again; to actually laugh and smile. And who has helped him make even more life; selflessly giving up her own body to do it.

How do you ever tell that person how you feel? Especially when you don’t think there’s words that can even come close to describing it?

Slipping into bed behind her, he presses his front to her back; lips in her hair as he trails his fingertips across her shoulder and slowly down her arm. Over the curve of her elbow and down to her wrist before moving along the top of her hand and then each finger. Memorizing every inch through touch; her skin soft and beautiful. Pressing a kiss to the back of her head when she pushes her fingers through his and tightly squeezes.

“What time is it?” she sleepily inquires.

“It’s late.”

“How late?”

“Just after one.”

“You been drinking?”

“Just had a couple,” he admits, then moves their joined hands down to her stomach. Smiling at the feel of that little bump. It’s smooth and it’s soft and even after four others, it’s incredible. The mere thought that there’s a living being in there. One that he had a hand in making. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I shouldn't have had any. Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic, yeah?”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you HAVEN’T drank. That you’ve fought as hard as you have. I wouldn’t have blamed you or thought less of you if you’d slipped. This has been hell on earth.”

“I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I NEVER want to be him again. You deserve better than that. So do our kids.”

“You’re a good man, Tyler Rake. Regardless of what you think about yourself sometimes. I knew it the moment I met you; that you weren’t like everyone else. It was in your eyes. There was this softness and this vulnerability and it was unlike anything I’d ever seen in any of the other mercs I’d come in contact with. You were different. I remember the first time we were here, and we’d have those long, serious talks that went into the early hours of the morning and I’d wonder how the hell someone like you ever got mixed up in a world like this.”

“Yeah, well we both know the reason behind that. I didn’t exactly hide it from you.”

“But you could have. And you didn’t. Right off the hop you were so honest and raw and it was...I don’t know it...it was beautiful.”

“Oh fuck...not THAT word.”

“It was, “ she insists. “It WAS beautiful. Because you were just so out there with everything. You didn’t hold anything back. There’s nothing you DIDN’T tell me. You told me about your mom and you dad. Your ex. Austin. You were just so breathtakingly real and honest and it was refreshing. To be with someone like that. Who didn’t try and pretend to be something he wasn’t. It was raw and it was emotional and I SAW you. And you let me see you. That was definitely not just two people using each other for sex. Now, had you just rolled over and gone to sleep…”

He laughs into her hair. “I never wanted THAT.”

“It was surprising. Not the things you told me, but the fact you told me at all. I didn’t expect that from you.”

“I didn’t expect that from myself,” Tyler admits.

“Why did you do it? Just open up like that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just trusted you. Guess there was something about you that made me feel comfortable doing it. A lot of what I told you? No one else knows that stuff. Not even Koen. Guess my instincts told me you were good people. Very good people.”

“You thought you could scare me away didn’t you. When you told me about Austin. You thought that would make me think less of you.”

He nods.

“You made a mistake. You were younger and you were scared and you made a bad decision.”

“Worst possible decision.”

“It didn’t even come close to scaring me away. It made my heart hurt for you. And him. But it didn’t make me think less of you. I could never think less of you.”

“So no matter what, you’ll always think the sun shines out of my ass?”

She giggles. “Always.”

He raises his head to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then rests his cheek against hers. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay. I hadn’t been sleeping for very long. I’m having a hard time. I miss the kids.”

“So do I. But Koen called and checked up on them for us. Everything’s fine. They’re happy and they’re safe and they haven’t beaten the shit out of each other. Yet.”

“Yet,” she laughs. “That’s the key word. And we both know who the one beating the shit out of people will be.”

“Yep. Your daughter has quite the temper.”

“She’s just my daughter now, is she? And who do you think she gets her temper from?”

“You.”

“Oh bullshit. She’s just like you and you know it. And you’re proud of it, too. Don’t even try and deny it. I know you how much like that fact that she’s your mini me.”

“She’s my baby. My first. Well, my first after...you know…”

“Your miracle baby.”

He smiles and places a kiss to her temple. “Exactly. She’s one that made me a dad again. Never thought in a million years I’d get another chance at that. And then she came along. I mean, you did have a little part to play in all of it.”

“Just a little. I only carried her for nine months. And then what happens? She comes out just like you. Even the nurse in the delivery room had to point it out; how she had your eyes and your nose and your ears and your hair. I was like, well fuck you too then.”

Tyler laughs and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“I remember when the nurse gave her to you and you just tucked her into you and she stopped crying and she just looked up at you with those huge eyes.”

“And I cried.”

“Yeah…” she smiles and tightens her hold on his hand. “...you cried. And it was beautiful. You were so happy that she was finally here. I think it was the happiest I’d ever seen you. It was like all the pain and all your past was just gone and your face was so soft and so perfect. Nothing existed outside of her. And you looked at her like you couldn’t believe she was even real.”

“She was beautiful. She still is.”

“I think at that moment...seeing you with her...I fell so in love with you. Even more than I already was. And it was kind of crazy and scary, because I already loved you a hell of a lot. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone THAT much. Sometimes I still don’t. I’ll watch you with Addie or playing with Declan or helping TJ and Tanner with their homework and I’ll think ‘God, I love him’.”

He grins against her ear. “And you have the nerve to call me sappy?”

“I can’t help it. I’m feeling all sappy and emotional. I think it’s the fact we’re back here. Of all places. It makes me think about us. How we started and where we’ve ended up. All good things. All very good things.”

“I was thinking about when I woke up in the hospital and you were there. How you were the first person I saw and I was so fucking relieved you were there. I didn’t know if you even made it off the bridge. And even if you did, if you’d stick around.”

“Of course I stuck around,” she releases her hold on his hand and rolls over onto her side to face him. “I went to all that trouble to keep you alive. You really think I wouldn’t stick around to see the result of my handiwork?”

“I guess not.” He presses a kiss to the tip of her nose then drapes a leg over her and places a hand on the small of her back.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re worried, aren’t you. About tomorrow. Or today. About me going out there.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“You know how you always say you’re not a rookie? Well neither am I.”

“I know. But it doesn’t make me feel any better about it Especially when you have my baby in there.”

“I’ll be careful. I’ve had seven years of learning from the best. And Koen will be with me. He’ll make sure I’m okay.”

“He better. Or it’s his ass.”

“You have to trust me. I’d never do anything to put myself...or this baby...in harm’s way.”

“I do. I do trust you.”

“What if I can’t get the information? What if no one will give me any? Then we’re totally fucked. And not a good, fun way either.”

“If that happens, we go to plan B.”

“You let them know you’re here.”

Tyler nods.

“What’s plan C?””

“There is no plan C.”

“Maybe there should be. So we don’t have to rely on plan B.”

“Baby…” he skims his knuckles up and down her spine. “...we talked about this.”

“I’m allowed to change my mind And I’m changing it. That is NOT a good idea; letting them know you’re here. What ever happened to the element of surprise? It goes a long way. They want to lure you here, but they don’t need to know you’re here.”

“I’ll only go to plan B if you can’t get me information.”

“Okay…” Esme frowns. “...that is a lot of peer pressure. I haven’t done this in awhile. Since before Addie.”

“Addie’s only three months old. It’s not like she’s a year or a couple years.”

“So what? Ten months? Since I did this kind of thing? We found out about her during all of that.”

“Who’s the one that found out where Ovi was?”

“That took me four days.”

“It took Nik a week just to narrow down Dhaka,” he points out.

“Four days is horrible. My track record was way better than that before. Four days is embarrassing.”

“You’re too hard on yourself.”

“I should have had it in twenty four hours. Thirty six at the most.”

“I’m kind of glad it took as long as it did. I had a pretty good five days.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that much. It wasn’t a TOTAL failure. But four days? For me? That is shameful.”

“If it makes you feel better, it only took two from the day you showed up on my porch to convince me to sleep with you.”

“Oh, I had to convince you now, did I? You admitted you would have done it the first night had I wanted a booty call.”

“Well then you should be very proud of yourself. It only took you a couple hours to convince me to give it up.”

“Sorry if I don’t feel my ego inflated because you were horny and desperate.”

“Hey, if I’d been desperate, I would have fucked Nik.”

“That…” she scrapes her nails along his jaw and then taps a fingertip against his chin. “... is a very good point actually. I’m glad you held out an extra couple of days. I hope it was worth it.”

“It was SO worth it.”

��I was very impressed. When I see you naked. I had expectations.”

He arches an eyebrow. “You did?”

“I did. Very high ones, actually. You lived up to them. And then some. You definitely fit the old ‘big hands, big feet’ adage. I wanted to see if it was a myth. I quickly found out it was not.”

“You also thought the G spot was a myth.”

“I found out pretty quick that it isn’t. You were really on the ball those five days.”

“Had to leave a lasting impression,” Tyler reasons. “Wanted you to come back for me.”

“You left a lasting impression, alright. One that lasted nine months and weighed eight pounds, three ounces. That’s quite the impression to leave.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not. That’s the one good thing...the one amazing thing...that came out of all that bullshit. Besides us.”

“Nice to see you finally admit we’re a good thing,” she teases. “I think we’re pretty amazing. But hey, that’s just my humble opinion.”

“We are. We are pretty amazing.”

“And we’re stronger together than we are apart. You’ve always said that. And that’s why we need to trust each other. With this. We have to trust each other more than we ever have. That’s the only way we’ll get out of here. That we’ll BOTH get out of here.”

He gives a small smile of agreement, then runs his palm up her back and all the way to the nape of her neck; squeezing lightly as he pulls her into a kiss. Long and slow at first; closed mouth upon closed mouth and their bodies brushing against each other. It’s her that takes the first step towards turning it into something more. Fingers pushing into his hair and tightly gripping it; pressing her body against his as her tongue pushes its way past his lips and teeth. Quickly transforming the moment into something much more desperate and needy.

“I want you,” she breathes, her lips finding the side of his neck, teeth scraping against the tattoo and the scar that mars the skin. “I want you and I need you. I need to feel you inside of me.”

He shudders at her words, then leans his weight into her and pushes her onto her back. Her fingers still in his hair and her eyes fluttering closed as his hands and his mouth behind their slow, torturous worship of her body.

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Chapter Seven liveblog of The Mandalorian!  Let’s go!!!

We’re getting closer and closer to season 1 finale I’m getting worried!

Also my friend spoiled for me that Ugnaught man from earlier was killed in this and now I’m :( :( :(

SLEEPY BABY!  I REALLY AM PATHETIC I’M ALREADY MELTING

Hmmm we get Greef again hmmmm...........

Oh so Greef wants Mando Man to supposedly kill the client to get out of the Guild’s way?

And use the Child as bait?

Yeah RIGHT.  This is the most obvious trap I’ve ever seen in Star Wars

Gah what’s gonna make him consider it, why would he consider it!?!?!?

Oh dear oh dear the opening theme’s completely changed and more dramatic!!!!!

Wait is that Sanctuary planet?

Yeppp that’s Cara

And she has a pain/fighting kink of course she does lol

Well at least Mando Man’s smart and grabbing backup for this thing

What is this game like murder tug-of-war or something?

Damn girlie you make it look good

Awwww little baby on his leetle baby peets

Awwww Mando Man trusts Cara with his son!!!!!!

Mando Man you have no clue if Baby is ok by himself that’s not proper parenting 

LOOKIT BABY PEEPING UPSIDE DOWN THIS KID IS GOING TO ACTUALLY KILL ME STAHHHHP

See Mando Man that’s what happens if you leave Baby in the cockpit alone!

That is fucking adorable Baby wants to drive!!!!!!!

Wait bahaha so they’re literally just picking up Ugnaught to be a babysitter

That is priceless

TOO UGLY?!?  Uggy, you have obviously never seen Yoda Prime

Uggy was a rebel!

Hey!  It’s Mr. Self-Destruct!!!

I fuckin’ love how protective of Baby Yoda Cara is already

Aww yay droid is friendly now!!!!!

I love how Uggy just seems to be a waypoint for lost souls

Awwww Mando Man doesn’t trust droids at all :(

There’s that put-upon sigh

Kuill ah, his name

“Neutral reflections of those who imprint them” then what does that say about Anakin and 3PO, huh?

Nooooo I don’t want Kuill to die ;_;

Yay bluurgs!!!!!

Wait bahaha how did they get the bluurgs on the Razor Crest?  The whole ship has to smell like manure by now xD

Pfff armwrestling, of course

Jock/Jock solidarity

Awwww Baby’s helping

BABY NO NO NO NO

WHERE THE FLYING FUCK DID BABY LEARN HOW TO DO THAT

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Mando Man at least tries peaceful solutions

BUT STILL WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK

DARTH BABY WHAT 

Are we gonna figure out Mando Man’s full tragic droid-related backstory by the end of this season?

Mmmmm don’t trust you Greef

WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WHADDUP I GOT A SICK RIDE IT’S A BLUURG

Wait so Cara was a rebel? 

Awwwww look at Mando Man being protective over Baby

Gah waiting for whatever other shoe is going to drop is hard

Little bugger can Force choke ya, pall

I still say it’s a trap

Was that a fuckin’ pterodactyl?????

Mynock?

Awww dead bluurg

If one of those things took the baby I’ll scream

OK PHEW

Oh dear they’re poisonous

Wait is Baby gonna Force-heal him?

Da fuq has the toddler learned all these skills it cannot be all natural talent

Awww now he’s tired

Yerp knew it was a trap

Oh so now Greef’s indebted for the baby saving his life

Mandooooo that’s not smart!

Awwww Cara refuses to leave Mando Man alone I love her

I DO NOT LIKE LEAVING KUIIL AND BABY ALONE

LOOK AT BABY’S FACE

Well this whole thing is gonna go totally pear-shaped but let’s see how it goes

Wait what exactly is a chain-code, Ive never been able to exactly figure out what they’re for, is it like identification?

“on your wall...”

Freaking love protective!Cara

Ew dude don’t be weird about the armor

Oh shit we’re getting Mandalore backstory!!!!!

Oh fuck this guy actually believes the Imperial propaganda pfff

Peace takes time to restore, bruh

Ok now what dummies

Lemme guess that call is saying they just caught Kuiil -_-

This is a baaaaaad plan

MOFF Gideon?  Damn, this really is a whole pack of surviving Imps still out there

Yerp knew it they found Kuiil

Wait wait wait wait now who else ordered that hit?  Gideon I guess???

OH SHITFUCK DEATHTROOPERS AND A WHOLE NEW LEGION

WHERE THE FRESH HELL ARE THEY GETTING ALL OF THESE GUYS

Oh god damn it when did they get comm hackers???

This is Not Fair, it’s been nine damn years, why are there still so many Imps???

Oh wait a fuck hang on, is this show gonna explore the rise of the First Order?  Is this First Order affiliated stuff?????

“Who’s this guy” same Cara

I don’t want Kuiil to diiiiiiiiiiiiiie

OH NO THEY GOT THE BABY AND KUIIL DIED

OH FUCK YOU ALL VERY MUCH FOR ENDING IT LIKE THAT I DON’T LIKE THAT AT ALL >:(

Gah so I knew something was coming with it being so close to the finale and all, but aw man, I liked Kuiil!  And of course Baby Yoda would have to be in serious danger at some point, we need a climax and resolution but STILL.  Do Not Like.  At All.  Bahhhh I just hope everyone else survives!

I’m interested to see now if this new/old cell of surviving Imps is First Order-related or not, nine years after ROTJ is a long time for there to be a group this concentrated and organized-- they’re controlled by a MOFF u guys! --you’d think.

New scary guy is interesting too, is he the same as this Moff Gideon????

Anywho, gonna be waiting on tenderhooks to find out what happens next week!!!!!!

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casual moths - chapter five

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Chapter five - mornings & myths

“ That is not right, who does that ? “

“ I do “

“ That’s ridiculous. That’s not how it works. “

“ Who makes the rules ? “

“ I uh — no one but it’s common sense. “

“ I’m 4 I don’t know what that means “

The bickering of voices wakes Callie from a deep comfortable slumber. Looking around, she’s met with the sun shining through the curtains and onto the couch. She must’ve fallen asleep here once her and Angel had gotten too cold on the balcony and decided to move it inside.

They just talked. For a long time about a lot of stuff. And though he managed to stay away from all club related business, he did allow himself to get vulnerable with her. He talked about his mother and EZ and how unappreciated and lonely he feels most of the time. And it broke her heart. It still breaks her heart.

He’s been nothing but wonderful to her and Daisy and to know that he doesn’t receive all the love he deserves, not even from his own family, sends a metaphorical dagger straight to her heart.

Talking about Daisy.

Her little giggles carry from the kitchen and echo through the house, followed by Angel’s low chuckles.

As Callie gets up and leans against the doorway to the kitchen, she is faced with a sight that makes a warm fuzzy feeling spread throughout her entire body.

Daisy is sat on a chair by the kitchen isle, big bowl of cereal in front of her and smile on her face as Angel leans against the opposite site of the counter making silly faces at her.

“ I don’t know who told you this but putting milk before cereal is coo coo crazy. “

“ It’s delicious ! “ Daisy replies and furrows her little eyebrows in mock offence.

“ It’s wrong, girly. Sorry but It’s wrong. “

“ Mommy says it doesn’t matter as long as I eat my breakfast “

“ Ya know what ? Your ma is probably right “ Angel agrees and there’s a smile spreading on his face, so warm and welcoming, as he looks at the little girl. It makes him look so at peace with life. He looks so soft and loving and much younger than his usual frown makes him look..

Callie finds herself wishing she could put that expression of ease and comfort on his face more often.

The scene before her make her wonder if things could ever be like this permanently. If maybe somewhere down the line, if things with her and Angel go that way and work out, she gets to wake up to this more often. To her kid smiling and her — her Angel smiling along.

This is something she never thought she’d get. Ever. And maybe the universe is feeling generous right now but if this is as good as it gets, she’s not going to complain any time soon.

Angel spots movement from the corner of his eyes and as his gaze lands on Callie.She looks at him in a way he hasn’t been looked at in forever. He can’t tell exactly what it is but there’s a warmth and a familiarity that he’s missed so dearly for so long.

“ Look who’s up “ Angel exclaims and nods his head towards Callie and making Daisy swing around in her chair to see who he’s talking about.

“ Yeah, you two are bickering so loud I had to come investigate. What’s the issue here, huh ? “

There’s a smile on Callie’s face as she walks into the kitchen. One that she can’t wipe off no matter how much she tells herself that this is silly.

“ Angel puts the cereal first, then the milk. “

“ Uh yeah, because that’s the only right way to do it. Do you know that your kid eats cereal all wrong ? “ Angel asks, lightly brushing his hand against Callie’s back as she passes him to pour herself a mug of coffee.

It sends little tingles down her spine. God, she feels like a teenager again.

But at the way Angel’s eyes sparkle. At the subtle shimmer they hold, she can tell those feelings of giddiness are more than reciprocated.

“ I know this but honestly, I’m happy she’s eating at all. There was a phase when she refused to eat anything that wasn’t red so I’m not complaining “.

Angel just nods his head at that. Makes sense really.

“ Sooo, what are you ladies up to today ? “

He can immediately see the flicker of excitement in Daisy’s face at those words.

“ Going to grandma’s “

“ Grandma’s huh ? Is it fun there ? “

“ So fun. Grandma has a dog and a pool. “

“ No way !”

“ Uh huh. Right mommy ? “

Callie mulls her next words over in her head. Maybe it is a dumb idea but maybe — maybe it is just what both her and Angel need.

“ Yeah we’re having a BBQ. Bunch of friends and family coming over. It’s a thing we do every other month. Just a small chill get together. Kids play in the pool, adults collectively make fun of my uncle or sister. You should — you should come “.

Angel is glad he isn’t taking a sip of coffee in that moment cause it sure would’ve come right back out in a great spit-take.

“ To your mom’s ? “

“ Yeah. Is that weird ? Oh god, it’s weird. I’m sorry. I just thought it would be fun and my family is great so I’m sure they would welcome you with open arms and I — god I’m sorry. “

To be honest, he feels flattered. No one’s ever liked him enough to take him to a family gathering. Hell, even his own family seemed more at ease whenever he decided not to show up to their family reunions. But it means a lot to hear Callie invite him. To know she wants him there.

“ Nah, it���s not weird it’s nice. I just — I can’t today.“

“ Angel you neeeed to come. You can see me swim and meet Lola. “ Daisy exclaims loudly.

“ The dog ? “ Angel assumes.

“ Yup. She’s a Labragor. “

“ A Labrador, baby. “ Callie corrects her daughter, unable to keep the smile off of her face.

“ You know what ? “ Angel says, though his words seem to be directed at Daisy, his eyes are solely focused on Callie’s, “ I’d really like that “.

And the both know he’s not talking about the dog.

“ Next time you let me know a bit earlier and I’ll clear my schedule. ‘kay little lady ? “

At the way she’s pouting slightly, Angel can tell Daisy isn’t 100% happy with that, but she’s nodding slightly so that’s a good sign. Knowing she’s upset he can’t come, makes him feel both bad and slightly flattered.

And then there’s that look on (Y/N)’s face and the was she says “ We’d really love that”. Like it matters. Like him being there makes all the difference to her. And maybe it does.

So he’d be there next time.

Promise.

-OOO -

Angel leans against the porch railing, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. There’s music loudly blasting through the clubhouse and it’s packed with people.

He’s still covered in grease and dirt from working at the scrap yard all day. When he said he couldn’t come to Callie’s family thing, he really meant it. Bush had been on his ass for a while now, telling him to put in more work and run off less often. And to anger his Pres is the last thing Angel wants to do. So all day has been spent fixing up cars, finding certain parts to sell to customers and getting increasingly more dirty and covered in grease.

Now that day has turned into night, the clubhouse is buzzing. There’s people everywhere. Dancing and drinking and making out and when usually he’d be one of them, right in the middle of it all, now he sits by the sidelines and watches. This has been the family he’s come to love so dearly for so many years. He never ever felt like he wanted to go home. There was nothing to go home to.

But as he sits there now, his mind wanders towards Callie and Daisy and he wonders what they’re doing now. Probably sleeping already or sitting on the balcony watching the stars. The same stars he can see from his place on the porch. And maybe they’re thinking of him too and wondering what he’s doing.

For the first time in a long time, Angel wants to leave the party early. To go and be with someone who’s door will be open. Whos arms will be open.

His eyes wander around the scrap yard. This life, his life, is so different to the little piece of heaven he got to experience with his girls lately. It’s loud and hard and rough and nothing like the soft touches,the small giggles, the affection and love that’s been poured onto him.

He wonders if there’s ever a proper way to combine the two worlds. To make Callie understand this part of him. To bring her around and introduce her to everyone. A single mother who owns a flower shop, really isn’t the kind of person to spend her time at motorcycle club parties. And yet, he so desperately wishes that there’s a solution to his problem. That somewhere in the future lies a path where he doesn’t have to choose between the two eventually.

The touch of long slender fingers against his shoulder, takes him from his daydream. And as he glances towards his left, there’s a girl he’s never met before, with eyes full of lust and longing.

“ Hi, I’m Lilly. “

If this was any other day, he would’ve had her on his lap by now, tongue touching her tongue. But it’s not.

Today he’s woke up cuddled to a woman he assumes must be an actual angel. He’s has breakfast with her and her kid who is as adorable as can be. He’s felt home. Felt it all the way to his heart.

There’s nothing Lilly can do for him.

“ Yeah? Well see that guy over there ? That’s EZ, he’s a prospect. He could use a good time.”

He doesn’t wait for her response, just finishes his drink and stubbs out his cigarette and moves through the clubhouse towards his room. He can still hear the music and the laughter but with his door closed, the world seems to slow down a little. Fumbling his phone from his pocket, he considers his next move for a moment. Surely Callie is asleep or at least lounging on the couch. Would she even want to talk to him at this time of the night ?

But then again, she hasn’t given him a reason to doubt it. She’s always welcoming, always warm smiles and soft touches and sunshine personified. Always.

He dials the number before his insecurities can rear their ugly heads and talk him out of it. God, he’s being ridiculous. This is straight up teenage behavior.

“ Hello ? “

Her voice sounds tired and raspy. Like she’s just woken up or at least has been close to sleep when the phone rang.

“ Hey, it’s me. Did I wake you ? “

“ Hi, Angel. Oh no, don’t worry “ she says and lets out a small laugh, he’s not sure he fully believes her but hearing her laugh makes all his guilt disappear. Hearing her laugh is worth it all. “ I was just sitting on the balcony, reading a book. “

“ Yeah ? Any good. “

“ Meh. Why are you calling ? You okay ? “

“ Yeah. Just — wanted to talk to you. “

He’s never felt like this about a woman before. Like he is missing something when she isn’t around. And maybe it’s delusional to feel like this after such a short time. But life is fucking ridiculous during the best of times. Maybe a little bit of disillusion and disregard for what people expect isn’t all that bad.

“ Oh that’s sweet. We really missed you today. Daisy has been talking people’s ears off about you. She adores you. “

His heart soars at that. If he can make Daisy love him. If he can win her over. If she, of all people, thinks he’s a good one, than that counts for something. She’s all good things. Sunshine and happiness and flowers and love. Making her like him, makes him insanely proud.

“ You girls had a good time ? Did she get to swim? Get cuddle the Labragor ? “ Angel asks, a low chuckle following his words.

“ She did. It was nice. My family can be a lot but I love them dearly. Technically Daisy can’t swim properly but she’s learning. She’s always wearing floaties and someone’s in the pool with the kids at all time so, yeah. I think she’s had a good day. ”

“ I’m glad. ‘m happy you’re happy. 

“ I wish you were happy too. “

“ I am. I’m getting there “  … and it’s mostly because of you. He wants to add that but doesn’t instead his brain conjures up a mush of words and thoughts and ends up with:

“ Can you see the stars ? “

It’s a terribly cheesy thing to say and Angel even scrunches his face in discomfort as the words leave his lips. It felt like his heart had a grip over his mind, over his mouth. His heart was speaking and the rest of him just had to sit and hope for the best.

“ I am yeah. Sky’s clear tonight. What about you ? “ she doesn’t take the piss. Doesn’t judge. Doesn’t even wonder about his question. Callie just acts like that’s a conversation they have every day. Maybe they should.

“ Nah I’m inside. I did earlier though. Wondered if you were watching them. “

“ Is this out thing now ? Watching the stars ? “

“ It could be. You know any cool star facts ? “

Callie is quiet for a moment before she speaks up again “ actually, I do ! “

“ You do, huh ? “

“ Yeah, well. It’s more of a story than a fact, really. You wanna hear about it ? “

“ Sure. “

“ Well, “ Callie starts, Angel is already hooked, “ I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before but my full name is Callista. And that name comes from the name Callisto. Callisto was a nymph from ancient greek mythologie. Zeus fell in love with her and they had a son. But you know Zeus, dude was already married to Hera. Hera got so angry she turned Callisto into a bear. She wandered the woods for years and years. Then one day Arcos, her son, went on a hunt and when she was him she got so excited that she ran up to him, completely forgetting that she’s a bear. Arcos was frightened, understandably, and drew his spear. Though Zeus saw all of this and wanted to prevent disaster. So he swooped down and lifted both of them up into the sky and turned them into constellations. That’s the ursa major constellation, the great bear. “

She’s a star. A constellation. Lighting up the sky when things seem dark and scary. It’s oddly fitting, he thinks. When that’s all she’s done to his life since she’s walked in.

“ You’re a star. “

“ I guess “ she giggles, only to be interrupted by a yawn forcing it’s way out.

“ And you’re tired. Go to bed, baby.”

“ Will I see you soon ? “

“ Sure. How about lunch tomorrow ? “

“ Sounds good. Come by the shop and we can decide on where to go. “

“ Alright. See you tomorrow, night babe. “

“ Night, Angel. “

When they hang up, he’s left in a comfortable silence. The party is still raging around him though Angel doesn’t really acknowledge it. All he can think of is her voice and her smile and the fact that she’s watching the same stars.

A little while later, Angel walks outside to get a drink. There’s a bunch of guys sitting around the table, getting tattooed by one of the club’s friends.

Ricky isn’t a good tattoo artist by any means but to most of the guys it’s not about the artistry. It’s the meaning behind the piece. It’s status. It’s sending a message.

And then a little bell chimes up in Angel’s head. It’s about meaning. About status. About wearing symbols of the things you like. The thinks you fear. The things you love.

“ Hey Ricky ? “ he calls out.

“ Yuh ? “

“ You any good at drawing stars ?

-OOO-

Callie Cordell goes to sleep with a smile on her face that night, longing for the sun to ride above to horizon and turn the night into day. Butterflies already swarming her tummy at the thought of seeing Angel again the next day.

Her mind is occupied with all things of happiness and joy. With thoughts of Angel’s eyes and the way he makes her blush.

All there is on her mind is him and the stars.

And not a single thought is given to the silver car parked just a few houses down the road. The one hiding in the shadows, sheltered between two houses and a big oak tree, engulfed by the night and untouched by the starlight.

- A note from Jo -

Hi guys, sorry no taglist this time. I’m assuming links are what’s caused my stuff not to show up in the tags. I will try and figure out a way to let people know when a new part is up though. The easiest way to stay updated is to follow my tumblr though, just sayin’ ;P

[vannahfanfics]

Hello! I stumbled onto your Luffy x Nami fic "Natural" last night and absolutely adored it! I was wondering, if you take fanfic requests, could you write a cute friendship one shot for Law and Chopper? Their interaction in your fic was just so adorable that I'd love to see you do more. Thank you for your hard work!

Thank you so much for requesting this; I had a lot of fun writing it! Chopper is the best boi, don’t try to change my mind~

EDIT: My dumb ass forgot Chopper was in Zou during the Dressrosa arc. We’re gonna pretend he wasn’t. :D 

Just Another Day in Crazy Land

Law squinted slightly as he stepped out into the morning, raising a hand to his eyes to shield against the persistent and bright rays of the sun shining in the clear sky above; it was quite a difference compared to the dank, gloomy shack he had just exited. Really, it was only so dark because the windows were shielded with thick, dark curtains, staving off any prying eyes that may discover the crew of pirates recovering within its unordinary wooden walls, a tangle of limbs and blankets and bandages. In the distance, Law could see the also-recovering capital of Dressrosa Kingdom; the jagged rubble of collapsed buildings made ugly peaks against the blue sky, like some sort of twisted mountain range. It had only been a night since Law had accomplished his goal of putting a bitter end to Donquixote Doflamingo, with Straw Hat Luffy’s help, and he really ought to stay inside and continue recuperating; however, if he spent another minute amongst their snores and snorts and mumbled lunacies, he was liable to go insane. Additionally, Law had never been one to laze around and sleep all day, even when he had sustained injuries such as those he bore now. Thus, bored and wide awake, he had been lured outside by the rising sun. With a small sigh, he leaned against the wall of the building with his sword propped up beside him, watching the sun paint the sky of dawn.

“Um… Mr., um, Law, sir?” The Heart Pirate captain glanced down with raised eyebrows as he was addressed by the unmistakable, high-pitched, shaky voice of Tony Tony Chopper the reindeer; the little pirate doctor was standing in the threshold of the ajar cabin door, looking like he was trying to peer out from behind the building but was oddly in the complete opposite direction, his entire body sticking out with half his face hidden by the wooden structure. He stiffened as Law turned his gaze on him. Law had discovered he was a skittish thing, and Law in particular intimidated him. He didn’t fault him, really; Law hardly ever smiled and knew he had an intense demeanor about him.

“What is it, Chopper-ya? Do you need something?” Sweat began to bead down his furry face as he debated continuing the conversation and his gaze flickered about before settling on his hooved feet.

“I was, um, wondering if you would take me into town to get more medicine… My stores are pretty low…” That was no shock; Luffy and Zoro were more bandage and salve than person at this point, and the rest of them hadn’t escaped unscathed, either. Chopper stared at him hesitantly, likely expecting a blatant refusal. It’s not like Law wanted to do it, but in the state of disrepair that the city was, with some of Doflamingo’s minor goons still running about and the entire place a construction zone, it likely wasn’t a safe place for the little reindeer to wander by himself, either. No doubt, the rest of the Straw Hats were still passed out on the floor, otherwise Chopper wouldn’t have come within ten yards of him and asked him a favor. Besides, he was awake anyway, so he might as well give himself something to do and hang around one of the loons he actually had something in common with. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself up off the building and grabbed his sword, swinging it up to prop it on his shoulder, and then looked intently at Chopper.

“All right, then, let’s get going.”

“Wah! Okay!” he squealed, darting inside to scramble around and gather up his money and take inventory of what he needed. With all the banging and bumbling happening inside, Law was amazed that none of the slumbering pirates awoke, but as the reindeer scampered out breathing heavily and shut the door behind him, Law heard no signs of life from within. He turned on his heel to set off across the rocky landscape towards the shell of the capital, and heard Chopper’s hooves striking the rocks as he scurried to keep up with him. Law didn’t pay much attention at first, his dark eyes sweeping across the uninteresting rocky steppe of bleak, muted tones and scrubby grasses and shrubs, but eventually he became aware of Chopper’s labored breathing and unsteady gait and he glanced over his shoulder to see him lagging behind, so he took more care to match his stride to the little reindeer’s. Zoro-ya would kill me if I lost him. Law wasn’t afraid of him, but he also didn’t care to have to go up against him, either.

“Wow. Look at it; the Birdcage did so much damage,” Chopper breathed as they came upon the outskirts of the city, the first to be sliced to ribbons by Doflamingo’s power. Since Law had slowed down a little, he had lost the touch of exhaustion to him, and flitted about Law’s feet as he drank in the mass destruction with a mixture of awe and horror. The road was not so much a road, as the dirt path had been eclipsed by the corpses of residential buildings. Law carefully picked his way across the labyrinth of carved stone and shattered glass with Chopper hopping along behind. At first it was easily navigable, but as they headed deeper into the capital, the destroyed shells of the building became more densely packed, spilling over the road in mountainous heaps. Several times Law had to clamber over collapsed sections and pause to grab Chopper by the back of his shirt to haul him over, and every time to little reindeer went limp in his grasp, freezing like a cat held by its scruff, until Law set him down again and he would hop up blushing and rubbing the back of his neck while he sputtered gratuitous remarks.  

After about half an hour of picking their way through the ruins, they entered the area where the pirates and the citizens had made their stand against the birdcage; aside from the deep scores in the ground and a few clipped-off sections of a few buildings, the area was relatively unharmed. It was here that the two pirates finally stumbled upon signs of life- clotheslines strung between adjacent buildings with drying fabrics fluttering in the breeze, houseplants and barrels and decorative items bringing color into the otherwise colorless roads and buildings of stone and wood, a few people strolling about or chatting idly across the way to each other. Chopper got all flustered again when he had to ask a young woman where their marketplace was currently set up, and then he shyly related it to Law, pointing down the street before trotting ahead of him, face scrunched up as he set himself into mission mode. Law strolled along behind the reindeer, his dark eyes creeping into every alleyway and dark corner; it was common knowledge now that he had been instrumental in Doflamingo’s downfall, and the lower-ranking brutes that were still skulking about would no doubt like to get their revenge against him for ruining their paychecks.

They must have been going the right way, because it wasn’t long before the air was filled with the hum of countless voices; shouts and calls and chatter bounced off the buildings as they approached, and through the gaps in the structures Law could see colored fabrics of tents and banners flapping about in the wind. Lights were strung between lampposts, indicating that the market still had a very active nightlife, and the simple stone beneath his feet gave way to elegant cobblestone arranged in a concentric circular pattern throughout the marketplace. He came up on the entrance, where Chopper was perched up on a barrel with one hoof held to his eyes as he scanned the throng for a suitable stall. Law hovered on the edge of the crowd, having no desire to venture within; the place was packed with people. Apparently neighboring islands had heard of the struggle within Dressrosa, and vendors had thought it quite the money-making venture, to bring their wares to the recovering city. Law heard them shouting above the cacophony, offering food and clothing and other things for cheap, good-luck charms and talismans and other scams, “buy-one-get-one” and “half off for five minutes!” The corner of his mouth twitched at the thought of diving into the chaos, but there was no way he could let Chopper go in there by himself, because he would be trampled for sure.

When Law looked at the barrel, there was just empty air where Chopper had been sitting a few seconds ago, and his heart stopped as he realized he was dead meat.

“Shit! Chopper-ya, where did you go?” he shouted and shoved his way into the throng of people without another moment’s consideration. He used the scabbard of his sword to make himself a wider berth in the crowd, and though he got cold looks and affronted gasps from the people there, he righteously didn’t care because he was too busy looking for the doctor. He stumbled out of the writhing crowd on the right side of the market, dashing from vendor to vendor gasping “Haveyouseenatalkingreindeer?” and before the person had even finished refusing and tried offering his wares he would be scrambling off to the next. Law had made a half-circuit of the marketplace and was descending further into a panic as he realized he would be on the receiving end of Zoro’s katanas until he heard distinctive wailing amongst the crowd.

“Wahhhhh! Lawwwww, where arrrrrrrrrre you?”

“Hold on, Chopper-ya, I’m coming!” Law called out before climbing up onto a barrel beside a stall, snapping at the vendor, “Shut your damn mouth, can’t you see I’m busy?!” when he sidled over to the edge of the stall to try to sell him some girly-ass necklaces. He straightened up with his hand held to his eyes to block that annoyingly bright damn sun while he surveyed the gaps in the crowd, looking for any sign of the crying reindeer. His shoulders sagged as he searched for a minute or so to no avail, until finally he caught a glimpse of brown fur and curved horns; his eyes locked onto a sniffling Chopper, who was miserably talking to a brawny man who definitely did not look like he was concerned for Chopper’s well-being. Oh, fuck, he’s gonna bribe him with candy or something and make off with him! he thought in fear, and practically swan-dived off the barrel into crowd. He shoved his way through the men and women frantically, ignoring the cries and curses, and just as the man was reaching down to grab Chopper, Law threw himself out, slid on his belly across the cobblestone, and wrapped Chopper up on his arms while he glared savagely up at the very confused man. “Fuck off. My reindeer.”

“Um, look, I don’t think-“

“I said fuck off! My reindeer! Mine!” Law hissed, practically rabid from his period of heightened emotions, and the man knit his eyebrows as he leaned back and looked at Chopper hesitantly.

“It’s okay! This is who I was looking for! Thank you very much, mister!” the reindeer laughed as he repeatedly squished down the top of Law’s fluffy hat, and which each movement his fur brushed against Law’s cheek; that’s how closely he was holding him. The man looked a bit disgruntled, eyeing Law suspiciously, but the Heart Pirate just continued to glare savagely at him until he shrugged his shoulders and disappeared back into the crowd. Heaving a sigh, Law slowly sat up and brushed the dirt of his black clothes before his intense glare flickered to Chopper. The reindeer instantly stiffened and tears up again, quivering. Law debated yelling at him for a moment, but decided that it wasn’t worth the effort and just settled for flicking him hard in the forehead. “Ow!” he yelped while tenderly rubbing the spot.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Okay… Sorry…” Chopper mumbled obediently as he continued to rub his forehead despondently. “You looked like you didn’t want to go in the crowd, so I thought that maybe I could just be quick, but there’s so many people here that I got swept away…” Law exhaled sharply out of his nose as he looked away awkwardly; he made a mental note to not let his emotions and thoughts show so easily to the little reindeer, lest they end up in more near-disasters like such. He pulled himself to his feet, using his sword as leverage, before propping it on his shoulder again and looking at him pointedly.

“Look, I said I would take you to the market, and I meant it. Now, from this point on, hold onto my cloak so you don’t get lost,” he ordered.

“But-“

“Hoof. Cloak. Now.” As the harshness descended into Law’s voice, Chopper squeaked and hurriedly clutched onto Law’s cloak with his little hooves, nervously gulping. Once the reindeer had securely latched on, Law groaned slightly and let the tension melt from his body; when he opened his eyes, he noticed that he had gathered quite a crowd of concerned-looking people. “What the fuck are you all looking at? Mind your own goddamn business. I’ve got shopping to do!” he snapped with bristling shoulders, and they hurriedly dispersed, not hasty to incite more of his rage. He heard Chopper giggling and he looked down with grinding teeth. “What?”

“Sorry, it’s just kinda funny. You remind me of Zoro.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment? He’s an idiot.” Law pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping that the circus of clowns he had been traveling with was not rubbing off on him too much. He glanced down at Chopper out of the corners of his eyes to see him still grinning, and Law allowed his lips to curl into a faint smile. At the very least, he wasn’t bored anymore. “All right, Chopper-ya, let’s get back to what we were doing, yeah?”

“Mhmm! Y’know, you’re not as mean as I thought you were.” As Law lead him out of the middle of the crowd toward the outskirts, he laughed bitterly as he hung his head, admittedly a little sad that the reindeer had been so scared of him.

“Thanks, Chopper-ya…”

“Will you teach me some stuff about medicine sometime? Pretty please? I still have so much to learn!” the reindeer asked with sparkling eyes, and Law could not help but smile in bemusement.

“Sure. Medicine first, though,” he smirked as he led him over to the proper stall, and when they were close enough the reindeer let go of his cloak to scamper over to the stall, a small skip in his step as he beamed in glee. As Law watched him, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly at the mental image of being the apparent caretaker of the excitable little creature, no matter how hard he tried he could not wipe the small smile off his face. Just another day in Crazy Land with the Straw Hats.

They’re a headache sometimes, but they’re not that bad.

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Sonamy Week Promo- Theme - Superheroes (August 3rd)

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Prompt:

The tingles spread throughout her body.

She stared with sparkling excitement in her eyes up to the screens where the three heroes fought the evil mustached man.

She wondered if they could make it as her fists scrunched together even tighter. Her heart raced with each of their movements, trying to track them on the screen.

“He’s gonna die.”

Amy glared back at a kid the same age as her.

“Nuh-uh!” She cried back, looking to the blue one. She pointed very proudly to her favorite, “Heroes don’t die! Especially not my Sonic!”

“Your Sonic?” The boy looked confused, before mocking her and shaking his head. “Hey guys, get this! This girly has a crush on some loser!”

In that instance, before little Amy could say anything back, a large explosion went off and Amy’s attention was once again glued to the most important thing in her life.

First a red one, then a yellow, each descended from the explosion and looked out towards where they had escaped from…

But where was her hero?

Where was Sonic?

Her feet inched closer towards each other. Her nerves flooded tears to the back of her eyes, ready… just in case the worst was to befall…

“Heh, told ya he was-“

Then Sonic burst through the explosion’s ending flames, and in his arms, was a few flickies he released. Eggman was slung over his shoulder and back, looking like a pouched prize before Sonic dropped him off and let him roll to his back, coughing smoke out for a second.

He dusted his hands off as the flickies rejoiced with thanks and flew off. He waved and looked surprised to see a camera.

Amy waited… she knew what was coming next, and her whole body was ready to cheer.

He curled his lips into an infamous smirk that drew her breath to a mild still.

He threw up his hand into a thumbs up, matching how her fists came up to cover her blushing muzzle.

Then… a sly wink.

The crowd around her burst into cheers, and she herself sounded out the loudest.

“I’m gonna marry you, Sonic!!!” she cried out, jumping for joy and springing her arms up, out and wide.

The boy and his gang of no-do-gooders tsked.

He walked up and put a hand to her shoulder, stopping her cheers. “Marry? Haha! You couldn’t even meet the dude!” he pushed her towards the wall as she stumbled, her feet coming up a bit behind her.

Her hands braced the wall to diffuse the impact, before she turned around with offense in her eyes. There was now a fire from all the energy around her, and her mind wasn’t thinking very kind thoughts…

“What’s your problem!? Jealous?” she turned back around as his friends called out ‘oohs’ and challenged their friend to fight her back.

“What’s to be jealous of? If you do marry him, at least he’s thinning out the ugly runts for us.” He looked back at his friends who laughed or seemed to have to loop the sentence in their minds before getting the joke.

Amy’s face flushed as her once innocent enthusiasm turned into bitter rampage.

Her shoulders hunched up, her teeth bore fierce walls against the growls that were swallowed in her throat.

“What’s that? Can’t take the truth?” The boy turned back, smirking.

His smirk… was nothing like her hero’s.

He was just a stupid kid!

“You’ll never be what Sonic is!” she cried out, letting her chin stick out as she let the full width of her mouth elongate the sentence out. Her body lurched forward and she summoned her hammer. “Just watch! I’ll be a super hero too and make him respect me!”

“You don’t even have our respect!” the boy spat back.

“…I will.”

Her demeanor suddenly became very scary.

She smiled a wicked grin and gripped both hands to her hammer, lowering her eyelids as the boys suddenly hushed up and took a step back.

“W-wh-what’s with this atmosphere… all of a sudden..?”

It was only a matter of seconds.

A few grunts and some hard PIKO hits, and the boys were scurrying out from among the crowd, crying or looking terrified. Some called for mommy and some just stated she was crazy.

It wasn’t long before Amy started her own career of crime fighting…

Not long after getting a reputation, Sonic and the gang arrived to see Eggman trying to recruit young and stupid teens to his causes. Making empty promises that would ensure their swift sign up to slavery—I mean—Employment.

Amy was the first on the scene, taking out his robots, and showing off a great deal of combat strength.

Immediately, the Sonic gang looked to each other, and thought her skills would be an asset to the team.

But Sonic hesitated.

“What do you mean, she’s too aggressive?”

“All I’m saying is we should scout her out. Feel what her motives are. After all, you can’t just sign someone up for the business.” Sonic had recently taken out the rest of Eggman’s forces and driven him off the city, but Tails and Knuckles still wanted to recruit the young hero.

“Hey, if she can deal out her hits as well as she did those robots—” Knuckles unfolded his arms and tried to make a plea in her case, but Sonic continued to relax back on the side of the building they were hanging out on.

“And what? Find out that she can’t hold them back?”

The two suddenly stopped their persistence and looked to one another.

“You want to test her morals?”

“Exactly. You can’t be a hero if you’re just throwing punches without good reason.”

“We mostly fight robots. There’s no need to-“

“There might come a day where there is, Tails.” Sonic got up, cracking his knuckles and smirking. “I’m gonna find out what her motives are. See if she has any class. If I find she’s worth the venture, I’ll offer her a place on the team right on the spot!”

Knuckles smirked, “A friendly test of one’s righteous causes, eh..? I’m in!” he punched his fists together, as Tails twirled his twin namesake’s skyward and looked up.

“She’s mostly known for protecting the weaker guy… If we set something up to test what she’ll do, we’ll have to make sure she can’t recognize it’s a test.” He was very logical in his thinking, but Sonic wasn’t thinking of a set-up…

“Oh no. We’re not playing any of those mind games.”

Tails looked confused, “Then… how do we know if she’s good or not?”

Knuckles looked off towards a pile of robots that scrap-heapers were still trying to clean up.

“I’ve got an epiphany!” he smiled.

The two looked down from the building at the place he was staring at, and both smiled as if getting the same thought.

Amy Rose was a small-town hero waiting for her chance to properly introduce herself to Sonic and his gang.

Mostly Sonic.

She had trained and challenged every mediocre bad guy that came bounding around the corners of her metropolitan home.

They never stood a chance to her Piko Piko Hammer, but the second Eggman showed up, she knew Sonic would be hot on his trails, and had seen him in action for the first time with her own eyes…

Now… she was finally going to impress her hero.

She put her hands together and took a deep breath.

“Okay…” she summoned her hammer.

“HELLLPP!!!”

Amy looked down to see a strangely clothed child rushing away from a robot chasing after him.

“I thought we said no mind games?!” Tails whispered back through his disguise, turning to Knuckles, crammed inside the husk of the robot.

“Shut up and say your line!” he swiped the mangled arm, but it fell off and he freaked out, having his eyes go white with the illusion breaking and quickly pulling it back up before the red of his arm could show through.

Amy, from so far up near an apartment complex’s rows of thin, steel stairs off the sides of the building, couldn’t see the malfunction in disguise and quickly went to the scene.

When she was just about to make her move, Sonic spin dashed into Knuckles, causing him to fall over as he saluted to Tails to head off.

“Woah! It’s Sonic!” Tails faked admiration like a fanboy, and then waved him off before heading away. “Thanks, Super cool, Superhero, Super Sir!”

Sonic sweat dropped, freezing in mid-motion to show his awkward reaction to Tails overacting his improv.

‘A little much there buddy…’

Amy held her breath again…

Her feet inched closer.

Her fists covered her muzzle.

She waited for it… the signature flare she loved so much.

Turning his head, he prepped himself before firing off a smirk, a flick of his nose, a finger wag that transformed into a thumbs up.

But where was..?

Then he winked.

“Awwhhaa-haa-haa..” she melted at the sight of it being so real in front of her. Immediately she strode out, “Sonic!”

He turned, having already seen her coming, and smiled. “Well, if it isn’t Amy Rose.” He held himself confidently over the robot, as Knuckles angrily wondered when he’d finally get off of him.

She stopped a bit in her tracks and stared up at him in amazement. “You… You know my name?”

“Sure do.” He held a kind tone and then stepped over Knuckles, having a faint ‘OFFPH!’ come from within the metallic hide. “I’ve heard a lot about the beauty of the city, but even more so about a young hedgehog who takes after a certain well-renowned hero we all know and love so much.” He lifted a hand up to explain before striding over to her.

His eyes had her fixated and she gulped, not even having enough seconds to prep herself—that is, mess with her dress and bangs—before he was standing directly in front of her.

“I was just wondering when I’d get to meet the lovely rising-star of the generation.” He tilted his head down and folded his arms, sticking a leg slightly out to balance and still holding himself with high prestige.

Amy stumbled on her name, before finally shaking her head, “O-O-Oh no! I meant, I’m Amy Rose and I’m a huge fan!”

“I can see that. The Newspapers leave no stone unturned.” He winked.

She fawned again.

“Is all he doing is talking?” Tails peered from around the corner, tossing his getup and unclothing himself from the disguise as he did so. “Geez… it’s like all he wanted to do was flirt with her.” He looked awkwardly afraid that he was right, but his eyelids lowered to annoyance. “Humph.” He fanned out the clothes and put them into a neat pile by the side of the alleyway. “I never took Sonic for a Casanova... Yet, here we are…” He muttered out, clearly frustrated at Sonic’s apparent ruse. Though Sonic’s intentions were clearly not so… Tails wondered how ‘not so’ they really were…

“So why do you do it? Why do you fight?” Sonic got right down to business, tugging on his gloves to keep his attention elsewhere.

He didn’t want her thinking he was interested… not just yet.

“O-Oh… T-…To get closer to-“ she stopped herself suddenly. She looked down at the ground.

His ear twitched and he looked back to her. ‘…Did she really only do this to get close to her idol?’ he looked a bit disappointed, and thought this was all for naught.

Before he could bail out and reject her, she suddenly took a breath and quickly spoke out.

“I wanted to make what was unfair… fair again.”

He stopped from his momentary retreat.

His head turned slightly back to her, wanting to hear what she had to say.

“There’s too much ‘justice’ in a world of unjust men.” She held a hand to her heart, “Sometimes… it’s so inspiring to see someone stand up for the little guy… like you do. When you saved all those critters from becoming energy-food for robotic takeovers! Or-or..! That one time! When you fought that robotic double-ganger and even tried to save him from that lava!” she began to grow excited, and her passion moved Sonic to turning around and fully back to her.

“I just knew there was a thing as true justice! Because I saw you extend mercy… not just once, but countless of times! You weren’t holding yourself over men, like some judges do… you were… equal and knew you weren’t any better… But what made you better was that you had the courage and strength to do the right thing! More than anything! That attracted me to doing the same thing in my life!” She became more bolder and stepped up.

Her sudden shift of character allured him to fixate his eyes upon her shining expression, the look of pure hope and admiration in her eyes…

Her voice was sweet… “Heh, thanks for the flattery, kid.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, rubbing his nose. “It takes a lot for someone to commit to doing the right thing like that.”

“I don’t just do it for myself.”

He looked up again, once again taken back slightly by her boldness.

“I do it… to serve others.”

He found himself staring at what seemed like his younger self… his ideals and dreams… before smirking and nodding to her.

“I must admit, I’m impressed.” He walked back towards her. “Usually,… these hero wannabes just want the fame and glory… no redeemable qualities about ‘helping others’ unless it’s all talk and no real heart.” He stopped, toe to toe with her, before tending his hand.

“Wanna prove it?”

She looked at the outstretched hand.

Suddenly, Knuckles was tried of just laying down and doing nothing!

He rose up with fierce anger at Sonic ignoring him.

He pretended to charge up a laser, even making a sound effect.

Sonic thought it silly, turning around to him but Amy seemed to believe it and jump towards him.

“Look out!” she fell on top of him.

“Quick! We can take him!”

“W-wait! Hold on!” Sonic’s hand was immediately taken, but so… was his surprised heart…

She hoisted him up with a powerful swing of her arm as their hands stayed gripped together. “Spin me around! Like you do with Tails!”

“O-o-okay..!” Still stunned by her forwardness, he spun her around like a flicked coin, or looking like a spinning top as their blurred images formed a similar blue and pink pattern to one.

They bashed against the metallic coverup, but Knuckles held his ground and fought against the grinding sensation coming from her hammer.

“Nn…nnnrrrg…nnrraaAAHHH!!!” he flung them back, as Amy skidded on the ground and launched Sonic at him.

“Now! Spin dash!”

Sonic smirked from within his ball, seeing her passion wasn’t all just talk, but she was truly ‘throwing herself’ into the fray.

He took down Knuckles with multiple pummels. “And stay down… don’t mess this up for me, buddy.” He whispered down to the metallic carcass, stars in Knuckles’s knocked out eyes.

He raced back to Amy, but she leaped into his arms, surprising him and his heart once again.

His eyes grew wide as Amy celebrated.

“We did it!” she moved her head to look directly up at him.

The world seemed to glimmer and glow as she gave him a genuine smile.

“My dream came true! I was able to help you!”

Immediately, Sonic was taken off by her over-eager imaginations to go out on a ‘first’ date with him. Dragging him stupefied as she showed him around her beloved city, introducing him to the sights and delicious tastes of her city’s proudest creation- The Chilidog Dog.

Was it because he was with her? Or was it the amazing food?

Either way, Sonic had never felt so powerlessly helpless before.

He didn’t quite like it. It was too strange for him. And he couldn’t just pull away…

Tails and Knuckles would watch silently from afar, eating the delectable chilidogs, and just contently keeping tabs from far off.

“You think he’s going to invite her to join the crew again?” Tails said with a stuffed mouth, sauce sprayed across the sides of his face.

“…Eh, he looks kinda jaw-struck.” Knuckles formed a frown to the side of his face, pouting almost at how utterly exhausted and mesmerized Sonic was acting.

Tails knew he meant awestruck.

“…Mwaybwe hwe’s swmittwen.” Tails commented as he shoved the last piece of the bun into his mouth, chewing.

“…Smitten? By that pink thing?” Knuckles turned to Tails, raising an eyebrow. “You think he’s in to tough girls?”

Tails swallowed, wiping his face with his arm. “Or sweet, endearingly passionate girls who domineer his every move.” He wagged his feet off the side of the building they surveyed the interactions on. “Either way, I think he’s just surprised he impacted someone’s life so much, you know?” He turned back to Knuckles, “I was kidding about the smitten part.” He sweat dropped, seeing Knuckles squint his eyes as if trying to see something he couldn’t from the two…

“Yeah… smitten…” Knuckles didn’t hear a word he said.

“…Knuckles…” Tails looked annoyed he was being ignored, before Knuckles swung a fist out and started shouting.

“OH YEAH!? Well if he thinks he can swing a girlfriend by on MY TEAM. Why I outta…”

“Sonic and I made the team.” Tails side-commented, looking at him but turning his face away before smiling down at Sonic. “I hope he doesn’t see her like that. It could be problematic… but either way, I’m just glad someone’s able to entertain him for so long.” He mused, before yawning. "Well… he’ll find us when he’s had his fill of this… New Girl. Let’s just find somewhere to sleep, okay?”

“Wait till I get my gloved, mitteny little hands on that-!”

Tails just sighed and dragged Knuckles by the scruff of the back of his neck, pulling him away from the two.

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Criminal Minds-The Good Ol’ Days

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Chapter 5-Love is in the Air

Just another collaboration with @princesswagger14

Saturday came along as Garcia woke up to the sight of Courtney tapping her arm.

“Garcia, Garcia….” “What?” She groaned as she puts her glasses on.

“”Are we still going to the pancake house today?”

“Oh crap, sorry hun. Ughh what time is it?”

“It’s 9:30!” Courtney responds as she points to the alarm clock.

“OHHH SHIIIT!” Garcia yells as she runs across the room to grab her towel and runs to the showers. She dashed out of the room, passing Kate and Tara just when they left the showers.

A few minutes later, Garcia returns to see her roommate nonchalantly sitting on top of her bed.

“You ready sweets?”

“Uh huh.” She stood up as the two of them leave their dorm. While walking, they suddenly stop to see Ashley.

“Hey Garcia.” “Hey.”

“I see you’re in a hurry.” “Yeah, we are.”

Ashley tilt her head to see a dark-haired Asian girl standing beside Garcia. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh uh Ashley, this is Courtney, my roommate. Courtney, this is Ashley.”

“Hello Courtney. How are you?”

She asked as she shook her hand.

“Pretty well.” “I see. Garcia has told me so much about you.” She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, she said that you’re an artist.” “Oh uh.” She awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, I am.” Ashley smiled. “So, you two seemed well dressed. You girls heading somewhere?” “Yeah, we’re heading to this pancake house near the campus.”

“Oh well I hope you guys have fun. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye hun!” Garcia waves at Ashley as her and Courtney walks away.

“I didn’t know that you talk to her about me.”

“Yeah well i can’t help it! When i have these great friends, how can i not brag about them!”

“Does she know…..that I-” “Yeah, she knows. But don’t worry, she’s among the few who went on the trip with me, so she won’t rat us out.” “Okay.”

As they walked into the pancake house a red head walked up to them and sat them in a booth in the back, asked what they wanted for drinks and walked off to give them a few minutes to look at the menu.

“Wow Courtney, you picked a really good place.”

“I told you that it was a good place.”

“Yeah…” Garcia said as she looked at the menu. “They have every thing, like s’mores french toast and jumbo cinnamon rolls. And ooo, red velvet pancakes? I’m definitely getting that.” “Cool.” She chuckled.

“What are you getting Court?”

“Let’s see…….I think I’m getting the chocolate chip pancakes.”

“OOO that sounds good.”

“Mm hmph.”

“So how’s your project coming?”

“Pretty good. I just need to make a few more touches to it and then I’m done.”

“Nice. English class is kicking my ass though.”

“How so?”

“Well my teacher is pushing us to ‘get into the character.’ but she is REALLY getting into it. Like she’s stepping into creepy territory.”

“Ah I see.”

“Yeah i think she’s low-key crazy.” Garcia and Courtney both laugh as thier redhead waitress walks to their table to take their orders. After the waitress walked away Garcia looked at Courtney.

“Soooo…” Garcia started.

“What?” Courtney tilted her head, confused.

“Do you like anyone around campus?” Garcia asks as she wiggles her eyebrows at Courtney.

“No, not really. I’m not in the mood for romance.”

“Oh come oooon! I know you at least have a tiny crush on someone! Tell me please!”

She sighs. “Okay, there is this one guy that I’m really close to.”

“Oooo, tell me.” She squealed.

“His name is Nick, and he’s an art major like me.”

“Ooo do you think he’s hot?”

“He’s pretty average. I wouldn’t say that he’s hot or ugly.”

“Well, I think you should tell him you like him.”

“I don’t know.” Courtney leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms. “What if he has a girlfriend? It’s not easy for me to find someone to be with.”

“Well girly, you’ll never know unless you try.”

“I guess you’re right. I just don’t feel attractive enough.”

“Well I can assure you my fine smokin’ hot furry friend, you are more than enough.”

“Smokin….” She chuckled. “Why thank you Garcia.”

“No problem.” “Yeah….how about you?” She leaned over. “You have a special someone?”

“Nope!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

“Um I-I uh yep! No one!”

“I see……” She tilt her head and squint her eyes, much to Garcia’s confusion.

“Uh Court, whatcha looking at?”

“Uh…..I see some dark haired man with a dark tan staring at us just by the entrance.”

“Wha-oh ohhhhhh.” Garcia turned around to see Luke staring at her.

“Who’s that?” Courtney asked. “Do you know him?”

“Oh uh...no, I’m mean yes. He’s Luke.”

“Ohhhhh i see.” Courtney says as she smirks at Garcia. “Is that your cruuussh Garcie?”

“What?! No.” She shrugged her hand. “Uh, okay.” She took a sip of water, only to see Luke walking towards them. “Oh look, he’s walking to our table.”

“NO shooo him away!”

“Wha-I can’t I can…...oh.” “He’s right behind me, is he.” Garcia whispered as her roommate nonchalantly nods. She sighs and turns around. “Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Luke.”

“Hey, what’s up Garcia?”

“Oh, me and my roommate were just treating ourselves to some fancy breakfast.”

“Oh nice. Mind if I sit with you?”

“Uh sure.”

“So what do you want heathen?”

“I uh think I’m gonna bet the stuffed french toast with strawberries.”

“Ooo, that sounds good.”

“French toast is nasty…. Heathen.”

“Woah Garcia. Since when did was I ever a ‘heathen’ to you?”

“You’ve always been a heathen, heathen.”

He chuckled. “Oh okay then.”

 The waiter then arrived as the three of them ordered their meals and drinks. Once she left, Courtney stood up and heads to the bathroom, leaving Garcia and Luke both alone at the table, much to Garcia’s dismay.

“So……..” She taps her fingers.

“What you’ve been up to lately huh?”

“I uh, have an English paper to work on.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s so boring.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”

“Pride and Prejudice.”

“Oh I could help you if you’d like?”

“Really? You could?”

“Yeah, I’ve read that book a couple of times before. Plus I’m pretty good in English.” “Well, you didn’t need to rub that on me.” “I’m sorry, but I can help you out, maybe even check for any mistakes and what not. But only if you’re okay with me looking over your work.”

“Fine, you can help….. Heathen.”

“Okay, when is it due?”

“Thursday.” “Oh okay.” He paused for a moment. “Is it okay if we work on it at the library tomorrow?”

“Uh sure….” Garcia responds.

Luke nods in response. Just then, Courtney returns to their table not long till the waiter returns with their meals.

“Wow, the food looks so good.” “I know right. Let’s dig in.” As the three dig in their meals, Courtney felt something touching her lap as she looked down to see a small folded up napkin resting on her lap. She then unfolds it.

“Thanks Courtney.”

She looked up to see Garcia give her a subtle wink and smile just as they eat.

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  Back at the campus, JJ and Kate were at the cafe, chatting with Will, just getting to know him better. After an hour has passed, Kate decides to leave, much to JJ’s dismay.

“Aw Kate, don’t you wanna stay here and be with us a little bit longer.” “I’d love too, but i have an assignment I’d like to get started on.”

“Seriously, couldn’t that wait.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I mean it could……...if I want to get an ‘F’” JJ sighs. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye see ya hun!”

“See ya.” Both JJ and Will wave just as Kate leaves. Once she was gone, the two of them stare at each.

And then there were two.

“So……..” “So……..Jennifer.” Will croaked. “I uh….” “Yeah?” “D-do you want to go somewhere else to talk?”

“Uh sure, you have any place in mind?” “You mind if we go somewhere off campus?” She raised an eyebrow. “Where? The mall?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

The two got up as they decided to hang out at the mall.

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    A few hours later, Tara and Emily decided to relax at Em’s dorm after spending the entire day at the mall and then the nearest pharmacy buying ice cream and candy. Emily had admit, she didn't think that she’d get so close to Tara. But after getting to know her more, Emily found herself wanting to know more.

“Holy crap! Look at all this junk! My mom would kill me if she saw me now.” Tara said while walking to Emily's dorm.

“Well, it was pretty worth it though.”

“Haha ain't that the truth.” They both lay on the bed as they stare at the floor now covered in empty boxes and candy wrappers.

“Damn, we made such a hell of a mess. If Elle saw this, she’s gonna freak.”

“Well good thing no one else is here but us.”

“Yeah, just us.” “Yeah.” The two longingly stared at each other for a moment, admiring the close up of their faces. Suddenly, the two leaned close to the point that they felt the other’s lips brush against theirs, and not long after, they found themselves kissing each other as Tara placed her hand on Emily’s cheek.

As Emily reaches to put her hand sliding under Tara’s shirt the two break away as they hear the door opening.

“He-woah!” Kate gasped as she caught the sight of the two girls struggling to compose themselves.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Wha-uh no. We-we’re.”

“Just about to leave.”

“Oh okay.” Kate smirked. “I’ll see you guys later, have fun.”

The two girls shyly walked away, still flustered from the experience.

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  Not long after, Hotch tries to comfort Matt just as he gets ready for his date. Much to his dismay, he couldn’t help but watch as Matt panics.

“For god’s sake, it’s just a date! It’s not like you're going to see the Queen.”

“I know, I know.” Matt groans as he marched around. “Where are my-” “Your shoes are over there.” Hotch responds as he points to the pair of black shoes by the bed.

“Oh okay, thanks.” He replies as he sat down and puts his shoes on. Hotch then sat down beside him.

“Relax Matt.” Hotch said as he rubs Matt’s shoulder. “She’s not gonna like you if you're all jittery and jumpy. You'll be fine. Breath. You guys are just gonna watch a movie and then go somewhere nice to eat.” “Yeah, i-it’s just that i really like her, you know?”

“And?” “What if, what if things don’t work out between us.” Hotch sighs. “Oh Matt, Matty. If she didn’t like you, would she have written ‘M+K’ scribbled down multiple times on her notebook? Or when she keeps bugging me on how ‘Matty’ is doing whenever I see her in class?”

“Really?”

“Really man, now let’s go so that you're not late.”

“Okay, thanks.” The two head out as they walk to the girls’ dorm. Once they reached Kristy’s dorm, Matt took a deep breath and knocks.

“Who is it?” Someone asked.

“It’s Matt.”

“Oh okay. Be there in a minute.” Kristy shouts as she took a few touch on her makeup and styles her hair up a bit before turning to Haley.

 “So?” “You look great.” “Eh….I don’t know.” She turned back to the mirror

“Kristy, what are trying to do?”

“Just fixing myself up a little bit. Maybe the hair needs fixing.”

She sighs. “God, your hair looks fine.” “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe it’s the dress.” She responds as she looks at her dress.

“Kristy…..” “Okay, it’s not the dress, but there is one thing it needs. Like a little………...support?” She asked as she looks down at her chest.

“Kris. Are you gonna keep the poor guy waiting? Man is probably sweating bullets.”

“I know, I know, I just-” “Easy Kris.” Haley consoled. “You’ll be fine.”

“You're right, you're right. Okay im ready.”

“Good.” She pats her on the back. “That’s my girl. Now go out there and show Matt what you're all about.”

“I will, I will.” She responds and she took a deep breath before opening the door to see Matt standing outside.

“Hey.” “Hi.” “Wow, you look great.” She blushed. “Why thank you. So do you.” “Thank you. So, are you ready?”

Kristy nods. “Mm hmph.”

“Good, lets go.”

Both Hotch and Hailey look as Matt and Kristy walk down the hallway.

“Well um i should head back.”

“Not so fast mister. I want my best friend to be happy and safe, so I'd like to see the friends he hangs with. Why don't you come in for a bit, we can chat.”

“Oh uh, okay.” Hotch reluctantly responds as walks into her dorm. He awkwardly stands as she closed the door.

“The name is Haley by the way.” She said as she turned to him.

“Um, I’m Aaron, but most of my friends call me Hotch.”

“Oh, so is it okay if I call you ‘Aaron’?” “Uh sure.”

[cardshcrp]

- check raise.

Wrangler taps his ragged watch, scowling at the scratched up glass and swiping a grimy thumb over it.

Twenty minutes, and the best prospects to take on the most skilled of the kids he’d brought would arrive. He’d already passed off the majority of them, secured them places in trustworthy crews that would feed and treat them right.

He’d swear on his grave he was a callous, rough fellow, but the truth was that he’d fed every street rat in the Quarter and Treme, and that there was always a big old heap of sleeping kids in his workshop come nightfall. And, of course, this; he looked out for them when nobody else would, rounded them up and found them spots to grow.

His name was Henri, but no one used it anymore. Far easier to just affectionately call him the Wrangler and look over the screaming crowd of children trailing along behind him, which was always a weird sight considering he was a cobbler by trade without a reason for such things to be happening.

He had a talent for picking up the best kids, the clever ones that had good eyes and clever fingers, and so he got a good stipend from the Thieves’ Guild to house their future members. And to bring them to these events, let them be chosen and taken into new lives and trained up, given home and purpose.

It wasn’t a bad life, all in all, most days.

The exceptions to that rule were the days during which Remy decided to throw fits.

Remy had been there the longest. He’d been special—Wrangler still remembered the hushed whispers. Le diable blanc. Le diable blanc. He’d taken him in without asking questions, raising the tenacious child not as a son but as a savior until he was old enough to shoo on. He didn’t offer affection or special attention, which was exactly the way they both liked it. 

Generally speaking, Remy wasn’t hard to handle. He’d tumble around in the street with the others and sometimes lift little trinkets or food with smart fingers, scampering home with a smile. He took care of himself, decked anybody who called him a girl, and once a week snuck Henri a blossom from the flower girl’s cart. But on the days where he was unhappy, he was a true terror, more liable to come back with broken bones or a busted lip or dangling a dripping knife in his hand than anybody else, all with a smart retort on his tongue.

Of course, it was just his luck that the boy had picked today of all days to be difficult, the day he could be changing his life for the better, having taking very personal offense to the fact that Brigitte and Thomas had stolen the dark glasses he used to cover his eyes so that the other children wouldn’t stare so much at them.

“Behave,” Wrangler hisses under his breath, and he is met with a red-eyed glare that says very clearly that Remy plans to do no such thing, not in the least. If anything, the child looks positively mutinous, ponytail disheveled and fists clenched. The boy was really fache now.  “Don’t you go startin’ bullshit, Remy. We here to pass a good time and find you some folk to work with. Understand?”

He is met with a begrudging nod. Remy does understand, after all. He isn’t stupid.

As a matter of fact, he’s smart enough to take advantage of the fact that Henri had only said not to start anything. If he wasn’t caught, then nothing would be started. And Remy was very, very good at not being caught.

He begins casting around for a good target, and it doesn’t take him all that long to find one. It’s actually a fairly sound plan; such things are known to work. If a prospective thief nicked something off an older, better one, it proved right off the bat they were worth keeping.

Remy’s eyes settle on a tall man, with dark skin and dark clothes and bright jewelry, surrounded by people. They were all trying to get closer, some doing a better job of it than others. None of the other kids in attendance seem to have noticed, too preoccupied with gawping at the lowlier thieves that were claiming them for their ragtag crews.

This man, whoever he was, had power, and Remy was going to steal a little bit of that feeling of being wanted, whatever it took.

He’s good at it, admittedly. He slides through the throngs of people easy as breathing, shifting between legs and flashing little smiles with downcast eyes. He oozes away from prying eyes, so indiscreet that the entire ballroom filled with people for whom paranoia was a living took no notice.

Except, unfortunately for him, the one person who really shouldn’t notice, and as soon as Remy’s fingers flutter up the lip of his mark’s back pocket, he finds himself hauled into the air by the scruff of his neck by one strong hand, dangling at the perfect height to swap glares with the warmest chocolate eyes he’d ever seen, creased with laugh lines all round the edges. He yowls in protest, flailing about madly quite like a fish out of water until he realizes exactly how many bemused stares are being leveled at him.

“Now, girlie,” the man says, slow and lazy and utterly unperturbed at the fact he’d just caught a ten-year-old street rat with sticky fingers in his pocket. “What you think you doin’, huh?”

Remy’s nose scrunches, and he scowls outright, struggle renewed as he squirms in the stranger’s iron grip. Little legs lash out, and he does his damnedest to hit the big man right in the crotch, but fails miserably.

“I’m a boy,” he retorts, bubbling over with spite and face so red there was nearly steam coming out of his ears. “And you can eat my cheeks!”

It’s impossible to miss the utter silence around them as everyone simply stares, taken aback by the child’s vicious audacity, and Jean-Luc LeBeau just laughs, deep and booming, right in Remy’s face.

It doesn’t do much but make the kid start turning vaguely puce-colored.

Wrangler is shaking his head in the background, face buried in his palm and shoulders shaking in a way that signals tears, stifled laughter, or maybe both.

“I’m the best in the Quarter!” Remy howls, completely furious. “I’m better’n you an’ everybody here! Let! Me! Go!”

The patriarch of the Thieves’ Guild eyes the shrieking ball of rage trying wonderfully persistently to kick him where it hurts, and the room as a collective is hushed, every breath held.

“I don’ think so,” he finally drawls, mouth curving to flash white, white teeth against dark skin. “Soon, maybe. Not yet, though.”

Wrangler clears his throat, because as much as he doesn’t want to speak up, he doesn’t want to see Remy get tossed from under the protection they’ve given him, either, not for a fit of foolishness at least. It’s his own fault if he earns it later, but right now? He’s but a boy, and so the cobbler steps up, head bowed in quiet deference. “’Scuse me, sir,” he says, and for the first time Remy’s eyes widen, because he’s never heard Wrangler call anybody sir, not even his fancy rich folk customers, and he hangs still, suddenly scared just a little. Not that he’d admit it. “But what’re you plannin’ t’do with him?”

Jean-Luc blinks, then casts a considering glance over the rather petulant child hanging from his grip.

“Well,” he says, “I always wanted a son, I reckon.”

Wrangler’s jaw nearly hits the floor, and quite a few of the eligible bachelorettes in the room look like they’ve swallowed a lemon whole, but Jean-Luc just smiles.

Remy squints at him and tells him, extra loud and extra brazen, “If ya can’t even knock up a cheap woman to do that, you ain’t worth much!”

The room practically explodes in shocked whispers and upset around them, but Jean-Luc just cackles, great, wheezing chuckles tearing out of him in a way no one’s ever seen. He sets down his glowering adopted son, though he keeps a firm grip on Remy’s collar, and grins. “Boy, you keep it up and I might crown you king today.”

Remy screws up his entire face (a very ugly sight to see), still not understanding, and stomps on his new father’s foot with all the force he can manage. It isn’t very much, all in all, and Jean-Luc just guffaws, hauling the boy off to his future home along with a whole tray of banana pudding and leaving the party in disarray.

Wrangler groans to himself as the ballroom settles into horrified fallout, eyes rolled to heaven in a plea he knows won’t be answered. Anybody up there is laughing at him today, that’s for sure.

Almighty God in heaven, that kid’s goin’ to be in charge of us all. We’re fucked.

[mindingmyownbusiness]

Stay

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Summary - When you are certain no one notices what you’re going through your favorite supersoldier steps in to save the day.

Prompt: #31. “I love you so much, you saved my life.”

Warnings - wee bit of angst, but I make up for it with fluff

Word Count - 1776

Notes - For @bucky-plums-barnes 8,000 Followers Writing Challenge - congratulations on your milestone Gen! This fic idea has been rolling around in my head for awhile and I’m so glad you put all this together cause it gave me the push I needed to finish it and put it out there. I started this fic on one of my really down days (which coincidentally occur during my period go figure) and those are the emotions I’m channeling here. If only we all had a Bucky to be there for us like this...

My Masterlist

You couldn’t stop crying. And it didn’t make sense. You couldn’t really pinpoint why you felt the way you did, on a normal day you were a regular ray of sunshine, always with a kind word or encouragement for your teammates, quick to whip up someone’s favorite cookie or make an impromptu Starbucks run. But today, today you were the one out of sorts. You were the one who needed someone, anyone, to just notice that you hadn’t shown your face today. To notice that you hadn’t posted anything on social media. Just to notice you. At all.

Your stomach was in knots. Daring to crack your eyes open you glanced at the clock to see that it was well into the afternoon and you remembered that you hadn’t eaten anything since the night before. Not that you would want to. You felt hungry but also nauseous and couldn’t think of a single thing tempting enough to get out of bed for. If Wanda were here she’d wonder why you hadn’t taken anything to help with your cramps and the splitting headache you currently had. But she’s not. A minor mission had pulled away about half the team and the other half were probably busy or something, too busy to worry over where you were or wonder why they hadn’t seen or heard from you yet today.

Shifting in bed you realized you really ought to take an overdue trip to the bathroom and gingerly sat up, dragging yourself to the toilet and muttering curses under your breath along the way. You briefly considered showering but since you were convinced no one was gonna see you today anyway (and honestly you simply didn’t have the energy) you waved the thought away, opting instead to crawl right back into bed. You groaned as you laid back down, burrowing into your nest of blankets and pillows, feeling fresh tears form as you fell deeper into your pit of physical and emotional pain.

Bucky had seen the team off that morning and gone out for a run followed by an extended workout. He had considered texting to see if you were up for joining him but figured with it being a Saturday that you were taking advantage of the alone time to sleep in. After a quick shower and lunch alone in the common room Bucky started to worry that he hadn’t seen or heard from you all day. Maybe you had gone out? Clearing away his dishes he made his way towards your room, hesitating before knocking thinking if you were in there maybe you didn’t want to be disturbed. That’s when he heard it. You were… in pain? Concern overriding everything else Bucky burst into your room, eyes adjusting to the darkness, scanning the room in search of you.

“(Y/N)? Where are you? Are you okay?” He had an edge of panic in his voice that couldn’t be missed. He was about to call out again when he saw a hand waving weakly from the center of the bed. He stepped quickly towards you, determined to assess any damage. What he found nearly broke his heart. You looked so small, such a contrast from the strong and bubbly person he saw every day. Buried in blankets up to your neck, even in the dim lighting Bucky could make out your anguished, tear-streaked face. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, reaching for you but not sure where it was okay to touch you, finally settling on brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His voice was quieter, gentler than before. “Hey doll… sorry to barge in but I heard you cry out and my instincts took over...” He gave you a small smile. “What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together a bit, wiping leftover tears from your face. “It’s nothing you can do anything about, Buck. It’s just a girlie thing… you know… I’ll get over it in a couple days, I’m fine...” You risked a look in Bucky’s direction and decided then and there that Bucky looking flustered and blushing was your favorite thing ever. He fidgeted for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck and opening and closing his mouth several times as if to say something. He took another look at your face and you could see him making up his mind.

“I may not be able to stop what’s happening to you but I’ll be damned if you think I can’t do anything about it. I spent enough years taking care of Stevie to understand that.” He looked you over carefully. “Lemme guess, you haven’t eaten anything today?”

“No..” you mumbled, looking away from him.

“Then that’s our first order of business. I’m gonna fix ya somethin’ and then we’ll see about getting some meds in you to help with the pain.” He stood and grabbed the remote from your side table. “And here, while I’m gone pick something for us to watch. And none of that sappy dramatic stuff either, we’re either gonna laugh or watch people blow stuff up.” He set the remote down next to you and lifted your chin slightly so you’d look at him. “It’s gonna be okay, doll.” He smiled and then headed for the kitchen.

By the time Bucky returned you had shifted to a sitting position off to the side of your bed, still curled up in a ball but with enough room for Bucky to join you. “It’s the best I could do in a pinch but it should help…” He set down a tray of chicken noodle soup, crackers, and a ginger ale then sat on the bed next to you, leaning on your headboard.

You ate slowly under Bucky’s watchful eye, still not feeling up to it but knowing you needed to, taking some pain meds as soon as you finished your soup. Parks and Rec was queued up on your Netflix, a show Bucky had never seen before, so you spent some time explaining who everyone was. By the third episode he was laughing right along with you and you were definitely feeling better.

By the fifth episode you were curled up into Bucky’s side, his warmth helping to ease your cramps. You only wish that quieting the voices that kept screaming in your head was that easy. Logically you knew that those negative thoughts were lying to you, logically you knew that your friends cared about you and you were a valuable asset to the team. But during this time of the month your logical self tends to be drowned out by thoughts you’d rather not think. That if you died the team would be better off without you, that you were worthless, and ugly, and all your friends are just pretending to like you. Including Bucky. He was just being nice to you out of pity. He’s got better things to do than sit around playing nurse all day. You could feel the tears welling up again so you cleared your throat and made to sit up in an effort to keep them at bay.

His voice was a low rumble in his chest, laced with concern. “How are ya feelin’ there, doll?” You couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him then you wouldn’t be able to stop your tears and the last thing you needed was more pity.

“Okay…. um, better. Listen, thanks for checking on me, y-you don’t have to stay or anything. I’m sure you’ve got stuff to do so don’t let me keep you...” You scooted away only to have a cramp hit you and cause you to cry out.

“Hey, hey now.. where are you going? You need to lay back down.” He gently took your wrist and tugged. “And I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me doll..” He grinned towards you, the grin fading a bit when he saw the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “Sweetheart, what is it? Have I done something wrong?”

“N-no, of course you haven’t, you’ve been perfect.” You wiped a stray tear away in frustration. “I’m just letting you off the hook. You’ve filled your quota of doing nice things today cause you feel sorry for me. I’m good.” You gritted your teeth as more tears fell silently against your will and you furiously wiped them away.

Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he reached out, sweeping your hair over your shoulder and turning your head to face his. “Doll, (Y/N), please look at me.” You sniffled once, then twice, then gradually lifted your gaze to meet his. He was looking at you so tenderly, hiding nothing which was unusual for the soldier. “Please hear what I’m about to say and for God’s sake please believe me. I am not here because I feel sorry for you, I am here because I feel something for you. And that something is far more than just concern for a teammate and a friend.” Bucky used his thumb to brush another tear away. “I didn’t happen to walk past your room earlier, I’d been thinking about you all day. I didn’t stay because I needed to keep an eye on you, I stayed because every minute I get to spend with you is a gift. I hate, hate that you feel this way but to be honest I’m secretly thrilled because it gave me an excuse to hold you close to me.” You took a shuddering breath as Bucky brought up his other hand to cup your face. “If you still want me to leave I understand. We can forget this whole conversation ever happened. But, I hope you don’t. I hope… I hope you’ll ask me to stay…”

Your heart swelled at Bucky’s words as they dissolved every single ugly thought and replaced them with warmth and hope. Leaning forward slowly you pressed your lips to his, salty and sweet, and smiled whispering, “Stay…” Bucky smiled back, returning your kiss and then some before settling back down onto your bed and pulling you into his arms. You laid there on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, the rhythm of it making it hard to keep your eyes open.

Somewhere between asleep and awake you murmured into his chest, “I love you so much, you saved my life.”

He pulled you closer, rubbing your back and stroking your hair. “I love you too, doll,” he whispered in return, kissing the top of your head as you both fell into a peaceful sleep.

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[scyre]

ayy its ya girl c! i’ve done up a little draft with the slight changes that were made now that we’re living in the moden au!! please read more for ... more.

DESMOND SAYRE

monty might not love social media and technological advances but they changed his life. his family still sucked, always grasping for power and rejecting change, but at least he didn’t feel as alone... not when he could text his friends and get immediate answers back from them. not having the time to dwell and sink in self pity really helped him.

ya boy also didn’t have to live his life thinking something was wrong with him bc he wasn’t sexually attracted to people like he was supposed to. he had access to google, he learned what asexuality and the spectrum was, and he knew more about himself and didn’t have to just ... not know.  i think this made him sleep around less, get to know people a bit more, and while he’s still not an open kind of guy he didn’t really date much. it did however mean he stayed with laurel way longer than he should have... put up with way more crazy than he would have in the past.  

he has instagram but never posts. seriously, he has one post from a year ago. he does like things though and is always commenting on posts. sometimes nice, sometimes not. he doesn’t have facebook, twitter, youtube, or snapchat. he thinks the snapchat filters are dumb and ruin perfectly good pictures. he also hates selfies and thinks they’re dumb.  why does he even have insta? it’s probably the only way to stay up to date on hogwarts gossip. 

i do think because everything online can be so negative, and escalate so quickly, monty never would have came out and admitted that he was bisexual/demisexual except to the people he’s told in canon. it’s still something he plans on taking to his grave and obliviating out of anyone who knew.  the gay shame is real. get a grip boy.  

i think he’s definitely got the aesthetic of like... the guy with gauges in his ears, maybe he has his eyebrow pierced, and he definitely still has the nipple piercing. i think he probably has more tattoos, exclusively wears leather jackets, combat boots, and ripped jeans, and wears a lot of plain colored shirts or black shirts. he still loves black. he will always love black. he wears a lot of it. 

he hasn’t appropriated a lot of muggle culture into his day to day. i feel like he only got a phone in the last year and is awful at remembering to check it.  it’s probably an older model too because he didn’t care what they gave him and it’s slate grey with no case because he lives on the edge. yolo.  he doesn’t have any muggle cars or anything like that but he definitely has a netflix account and television because why not.  his favorite show would probably be something like the good place.

ya boy still flunked out of hogwarts because that’s just how his life goes. he’s repeating his final year and you bet ya ass people tweeted about THAT for awhile. we love vague tweeting.  

PHOENIX VASQUEZ

phoenix’s childhood is still relatively the same; he was adopted by the vasquez family. however, adopting wasn’t as easy as it had been back in the day because lycanthropy wasn’t as frowned upon in this decade as it would have been before. while people didn’t love it, it wasn’t something that meant no other family was interested, or other people weren’t willing to bend red tape.  which means nix didn’t move around as much as a kid because his parents were able to keep working at their jobs in the states!! they only moved to the UK when he was fifteen as his grandmother was sick.  so basically he moved to and started going to hogwarts in year 5 instead of year 1.  

personality wise, nix is very similar. he’s still very awkward, very quiet, and is a genuinely nice person to everyone he meets. he’s more often about his lycanthropy as his parents never begged him to keep it a secret and it’s not uncommon for him to be making werewolf jokes at his own expense. he thinks it’s funny. 

technology!! nix loves snapchat. he’s not huge on technology bc he’s kind of a hipster -- he still uses ballpoint pens and notebooks, doesn’t own a computer and only has a dinky phone that texts and calls. no data. he can only use snapchat when he’s near a wifi hotspot so you’ll sometimes see him getting frustrated with his phone when it starts buffering and flopping. he DOES borrow a friend’s computer to upload podcasts though because he’s a podcaster!!!  he has a podcast called ‘howlcast’ and he does reviews of mainstream media depictions of werewolves and compares them to the reality. he also interviews lycanthropy specialists, advocates, and famous lycanthropes to talk about the werewolf experience. he kind of loves it?? he puts out an episode a week and does a Q&A on twitter straight after the episode goes up for any fans of the podcast. 

nix doesn’t have a luxury broom or any of those fancy toys that the rich kids usually sport. he likes his regular ‘ol magical broomstick and doesn’t think a suped up car is something that he needs in his life. he good. 

modern 2018 phoenix also died his hair a bluey teal color! he thought it was fun and tbh he is living his best life.  

LAUREL DIAN

laurel’s family aspire to be the kardashians.  they have a b level reality show, think something on tlc so they have their little cult following that laurel  l o v e s.   she loves the attention and loves the perks that come with it.  

her aesthetic is probably like.. forever 21 / hipster / hippe chick.  she wears a lot of crop tops, high waisted skirts, floral prints, lace, etc. everything .. and i mean everything ... is accentuated with red lipstick. that’s her aesthetic x 100.  she has an iphone with a bedazzled phone case and probably drives a really compact car.  her broom would be luxury too and she’s definitely on tinder select looking for cute boys (or girls) to bring home with her.  

as for social media.. she has her hand in a lot of different platforms. she prefers facebook over most of the other ones. she also loves pinterest and is always pinning home decor ideas, cooking ideas, etc.  she’s a feminist and sjw when it comes to twitter. it’s not uncommon to see her beefing with someone on twitter because they’re trolling or being rude/racist/sexist/etc.  she loves tearing people a new asshole when they decide to spread their hate online. fuck off trolly boys. 

she’s been in two high profile relationships in her life. the first was with monty sayre and that was a fucking nightmare.  a lot of their relationship was caught on screen and its cringey whenever people tweet her pictures of monty and his new fiancee, or share photos of the two of them from when they were together.  she might have dumped him but that doesn’t mean that she wants to be reminded of it all the time 

she still works with dragons and they are frequently featured on her instagram, snapchat, and on the show.  some of them even have their own little cult followings. its weird but kind of beautiful, 

PIPPA CARSTAIRS

pippa being born in the 2000′s is the best thing that ever happened to her. truly. britney? christina? pink? oh my god she’s living. she loves pop music, loves concerts, and has a passion for professional cheerleading bc it's a legitimate sport now y’all! it’s her dream to be a professional cheerleader. maybe in the magical world if quidditch has them now?? we just dont know. 

her aesthetic is blair waldorf chic. maybe a little more revealing.  she definitely still wears heels, ignores dress codes, and always has her hair straightened perfectly.  she is very very good with makeup -- think contouring and all that jazz.  she looks like a million bucks literlly every day. it’s incredible. 

pippa has a luxury car. i’m thinking it’s probably an suv?? she definitely would want something bigger and not your typical girly girl car.  i’m thinking a black cadillac escalade. she doesn’t have a broom bc she still hates flying and heights. fuck that shit.  as for technology, she’s got it all -- snapchat, twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.  she also definitely has a youtube channel dedicated to beauty tutorials and has thousands of dedicated viewers. she’s done everything from contouring, costume make-up, etc.  her channel is especially popular around halloween as she does a special called ‘the twelve days of pippaween’ where she does different costume makeup every day for 12 days. her most popular to date is ursula from the little mermaid!  she also definitely has the latest iphone, macbook, etc, and it’s probably all rose gold. she’s a rose gold girl. 

currently in the middle of an instagram war with her ex boyfriend. they’re both shady as fuck with their vague posting on finstas and it’s mESSY.  we love a good mess!!!!!   (this good be a good wanted connection if someone wanted to be her messy ex for the AU!!) 

ALARIC ROWLE

i feel like wizards having access to technology changed things significantly for rowle. he was able to track down his birth father’s parents much easier and probably moved back to the UK when he was much younger. he definitely learned more about the war and was drawn into anyone whose narrative reflected what he wanted to hear -- that his parents were martyrs and that the dark lord had been in the right the whole time. 

he definitely kept dueling. when his hand acted up, i think he would have been so desperate to fix it that he would have given into muggle medicines and treatments. he probably wears a splint on his wrist and his wandwork isn’t AS quick as it could be but he’s still one of the top duelists in the country. seriously, ya boy was good. him getting to continue being awesome might make him less of a douche. maybe.  he definitely competes bc glory and loves every minute of it. a rowle who is less grumpy and super cocky? we stan. 

he’s definitely a reddit troll. i feel like there’s a death eaters subreddit or something and he basically lives there and talks to other death eater sympathizers, former, or whatever, and slowly await the return of the ‘great days’.  think alt right but .. y’know magical.. ugly.

he still teaches dada bc initially he needed money to pay off some wicked crazy medical bills for all the specialists and acupuncture and weird shit he did to fix his hands.  even with the money he earns when he’s duelling, he’s in debt up to his ears.

i think he still has the scars that marr his face though bc as much as he will use splints or salves on his hands he is not gonna fucking undergo plastic surgery in the muggle world. he’d rather choke. 

ANSEM WARBECK

ansem warbeck deserves social media. he is living his best life. he is definitely the guy who is constantly using ‘find my iphone’ bc he lost it, has a cracked screen because he forgot to buy the shatterproof screen protector, and changes his netflix password weekly bc he can never remember what it was. he’s also the snapchat king. i’d say he has 100+ streaks with as many people as he can convince to keep it up and he sends angry snaps when you ruin his streaks. they’re like his babies. one time he was running a fever and still managed to make streaks. there’s no excuse. 

he still works as a curse breaker but i feel like he’s really like... stepped up gringott’s social media game. i feel like he took it upon himself to get them an instagram and is always uploading picture of whatever ‘cool’ treasure they can find. griphook keeps telling him they’re going to get robbed if he doesn’t stop bragging but ansem never listens. 

the warbeck family is probably one of the few that have not acclimated to the technological changes at all. they won’t have anything to do with electricity, social media, or anything of the sort and look down on people that do.  so ansem with his luxury brooms and his waffle iron are basically sacreligious to his family and his mom always cries whenever he talks about these things. it’s a whole Thing and just reinforces that arson is the best and ansem is the Worst. 

[xiumin-on-this-shit]

All My Idols Ch 10: More Knights

“Where are we going?” I ask as B.I and Bobby put me in the back seat of the car before climbing into the front. My morning with the boys had been amazingly filled with laughs, dancing, and random sexual tension. After the other boys excused themselves to do personal things these two boys thought it would be fun to get some lunch, but we need to pick someone up first. I agree, with nothing better to do today and not wanting to lay around the hotel room all day. We pull into a tall gated area, that I’m guessing is for idols or other rich people. I can’t tell where we are from the outside of the tall building. B.I bravely grabs my hand and leads me inside, following closely behind Bobby.

As we walk through the building I begin to realize that we must be in the middle of a reality show recording or something. But the farther we walk in and the more people I see it clicks in my head.

“Show me the money?” I say out loud, B.I looks back at me and smiles.

They brought me to the set of SMTM. I’m suddenly much more appreciative of Jinhwan’s baggy clothing and GD’s hoodie, blending me in with all of the rappers and crew. We weave through halls until Bobby seems to find who he has been looking for.

“Hyung!” Bobby says excitedly. I look past him to see another idol. Block B’s Zico is at the end of the hall with a smile that makes his eyes disappear. I find myself blushing at the cute sight, and soon struggle to hide my face as we get to him.

“Took you long enough!” The older scolds.

“Sorry, we had practice this morning.” Bobby bows a little.

“Aish, I’m just kidding.” Zico looks past Bobby to wave to B.I before looking down at me. He just stares at me for a moment, “Come in here for a minute, I need to talk to someone then we can go.” He waves us into a small room with a small couch and a chair. B.I pulls me to the couch with him while Bobby pouts in the chair. “Here he comes.”

“Zico,” Another familiar voice calls and I feel like I’m going to cry from anxiety and joy. Jay Park wanders into the room giving each of his dongseangs a nod in acknowledgement before, just like Zico, his eyes stop on me. He cocks his head as a sexy smirk crosses his face. “Who’s the little cutie in the corner?” Jay asks as he comes over and pulls my hood and hat off. I stare at him with big eyes as I try not to blush at his closeness.

“So it is a girl!” Zico comes over and smiles down at me as well.

“Don’t crowd her Hyungs!” B.I says as he tries to get them away from me with no luck.

“What’s your name precious?” Jay asks with that sweet voice of his.

“Charlie.”

I’m taken by surprise when he speaks to me in English, “Are you from America?”

“Yea, I came here a few months ago.”

“How did a pretty girl like you end up with these idiots? How old are you?” He questions continue.

“We met threw a common friend and I was born in 1994.”

“1994?” He repeats. I nod, “I guess I’m your oppa, Charlie-ah.”

“So cute!” Zico says next to Jay, both are leaning too close for comfort for a first meeting. “I’m your oppa too Charlie-ah.”

“It’s princess actually,” Bobby corrects with a smirk in my direction. I roll my eyes at the boy.

“Princess? I think it fits a girl as cute as you,” Zico coos.

“I’m not really the type for nicknames like that but for you,” Jay winks at me, “I think I can make an exception. As long as I can be your prince.” His teasing is driving me crazy as blush crosses my face.

B.I thankfully responds for me, “She already has prince!”

Zico scoffs, “Is it one of you fools?”

“No,” Bobby says with his head high, “We are her knights.”

“Than who is her prince?”

“Big bang,” I answer shyly.

“Really?” Zico seems impressed but I can tell Jay is questioning it.

“Yea we picked her up from their hotel room this morning.” Bobby nods his head.

“That’s impressive,” Jay looks at me with wide eyes, “I can see why they would want a princess like you.”

“Hyung, you’re being creepy,” B.I says trying to sound tough but it doesn’t really work, only earning a glare from Jay.

“Well fine, since I can not be her prince, I guess I can settle as a knight.”

Zico smiles big at me, “I want to be one too!”

“If you guys back up we will accept you into our knighthood!” Bobby says, obviously not enjoying their closeness to me. When they both lean away I feel as if I’m having a heart attack.

“Aigoo, that was way too close for a first meeting, you got her all flustered.” B.I says with a glare at his hyungs.

“I tend to have that affect on people,” Jay laughs.

“Zico Hyung, are you coming to lunch with us or not?” Bobby asks as he stands up, B.I and I following suit.

“So impatient, I’m waiting for Loco Hyung too.”

“Loco?” I accidently say out loud. All of the guys look at me surprised.

“He’s a rapper with my company,” Jay explains.

I nod, “I know who he is but he’s coming here, to this room?” I say as I slowly inch behind B.I. The two boys I came with give each other a confused look, but only for a moment as my actions become familiar.

Jay is completely confused by my reaction to this news, “Yea, is that a problem?” I hesitantly shake my head before fully hiding myself behind B.I.

“Is she okay?” Zico asks as he comes closer to me again.

“If what I’m thinking is right, she may have a little crush on Loco,” Bobby teases, looking past B.I to see my latched on to the back of his shirt.

“Ya!” I swat at him from my hiding place, pulling B.I a little closer to him for me to reach.

“Aigoo, why him? I’m much better looking!” Jay fakes pain.

“Then who?” Loco’s distinctive voice asks as he comes into the room.

“Then you!”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

I roll my eyes at Zico’s playful answer, “Our princess has a little crush on you.”

“Aish, since when is she your princess?” Bobby almost snaps.

“Since we joined the knighthood, remember?” I can hear the smile in Zico’s teasing voice.

“Where is this princess?” Loco laughs.

I tighten my grip on Hanbin’s shirt, pressing myself closer to him, making him stiffen awkwardly.

“She’s hiding from your ugly face,” Jay teases the younger.

“Don’t mind him Hyung,” Bobby chimes in, “He’s just jealous she didn’t act like this with him.”

“Is she usually this bashful?” Loco chuckles once again.

“No, she yelled us the first time we met.”

“That little angel yelled at you?” Zico sounds honestly surprised.

“I did not yell!” I snap from my hiding place.

“She did that, she was really cranky.” B.I adds in.

“Because I had been up for almost 24 hours and you woke me up!” I slap both boys on the back, earning a yelp and a laugh from them.

Jay laughs and says, “Wow that little kitty has some claws.”

“She still cute,” Zico pipes in.

“I want to see!” Loco comes toward where I’m hiding. He looks around B.I to see my burying my face in his back. He laughs, “So cute, she looks like a little thug.” I look up at him with big eyes and a blush across my face. “I hear you have a crush on me,” He teases with a cute grin. I tuck my face back into B.I’s shirt.

“I thought we were going to lunch,” I mumble quietly.

“Yea, hyung are you coming along or not?” Bobby asks bring Zico’s attention back to him.

“Hell yes, I’m dying to get to know our little princess.”

“Can we come?” Jay and Loco say together.

“Only if it’s okay with Charlie,” Bobby places a hand on my back to sooth my racing heart. “Would that be okay?”

“Yea, that’s fine,” I sort of lie. I have no problem with them, it’s just that they have no issue getting close to me and flirting with. Something I haven’t considered an issue until now. They are people I consider myself a fan of and can’t deny their attractiveness. But pushing my girly anxiety away I let go of B.I’s shirt but latch on to his hand.

“Let’s do this than,” Zico says gleefully as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me out of the room, B.I trailing close behind still holding my hand. The rest follow along as well, talking amongst themselves.

Oh god, what did I get myself into?

We go to a nice restaurant, another one with tight security for idols and other rich people. I feel embarrassed in my attire, even all of the boys are wearing about the same, sweatpants and a jacket or sweatshirt. In a private dining room the boys order massive about of food, some I have never even heard of but choose not to ask. I was sat in between Bobby and Hanbin who declared it as a rule that they have to be the ones closest to me.

They talk mostly to each other, asking me random questions, and offering me more food than I could ever eat. I still feel a bite on edge with them with the way their eyes try and figure out what I look like beneath my baggy clothes but their friendly words and silly flirting puts me a little at rest. When we are all done and the bill is split, the three of us head out first, but not without the other three demanding a hug. Bobby promises to bring me around again when things actually get going on the show, an idea that the boys just seem to love.

They usher me into the car again to head back to the company to surprise GD, who is stuck there working. We arrive back at YG with no problem but one step out of the elevator I bump into the one and only Mino. I almost fall but he catches me by wrapping his arms around me.

“Aigoo, I’m so sorry,” We both say together, locking eyes.

“Ah Hyung, let go of her!” Bobby whines as he tires to pry a confused Mino’s arms off me with no luck. In fact the older seems to tighten his grip on me.

“Why?” Mino asks a little mad for some reason.

“Princess, you gotta stop wearing that idol attracting perfume.” B.I scolds as he also tries to get me. “We already added three hyungs to your fan club, we do not need more.”

“Ya! Get off me,” Mino kicks his youngers away, still holding me tightly to him. I’m surprised when he actually turns around so he is in between me and the other two. He looks down at my curiously making me blush like crazy. Out of habit I burry my face in his chest to hide, earning a deep chuckle.

“Hyung, we’re going to get in trouble,” Bobby whines.

“By who?” Mino snaps back.

“What did I say about letting people touch her?” A voice roars from down the hall. We all look to see GD standing their with CL, who just looks confused by the scene in front of her. Bobby and Hanbin look absolutely horrified and drop to their knees with their heads down, already waiting for their punishment.

“Oppa!” I say gleefully, both happy to see him and wanting to divert his attention from the three boys. I squirm out of Mino’s grip and run up to GD who is already storming down the hall. He wraps his arms around me tight and kisses the top of my head repeatedly.

“Did they hurt you Charlie-ah?” He steps back to give me a once over.

I stare up at him trying to seem innocent, “Mino oppa caught me when I tripped.”

His eyes narrow on me, debating on whether or not I’m lying. The sound of heels clicking down the hall brings my attention to CL who is walking toward us. I can’t contain my excitement as I rush to her, taking her by surprise.

I bow respectfully, “CL-ssi I am such a huge fan!”

“Hello, no need to be so formal,” She says with a beautiful smile as she stands me back up. “You look like you’re close to GD oppa, feel free to call me unni.”

I want to scream out in joy but just nod shyly.

“Oppa,” She says waving GD over, “Where have you been keeping such a cute girl?”

“Chaerin, we can talk about that later, I need to have a talk with these little fools,” GD glares down at his youngers.

“Oppa,” I snap this time, “Leave those boys alone, they were nothing but polite to me. I swear to god if you touch a single hair on those boys head I will never speak to you again.”

CL and Mino stare at me with wide eyes, filled with confusion and surprise by my words. Bobby and B.I, though still a bite scared, know well enough that they are safe from their hyungs wrath for now.

[bunny-wk-fanfic]

Story request... Zootopia Kagome taking the place of Judy Hopps as the first rabbit police officer. while still following the movie storyline of the movie of Solvang the case of missing animals with Nick Wilde and falling in love with him!!!

Couldn’t exactly follow the whole movie, so I decided to do a little ‘post’ movie thing. I hope this is more than alright for you!

Kagome sighed as she took off the vest after a long day, shaking her head as her ears sprung up after a long day of wearing her hat. As much as she loved her job, the much-needed gear matting down her fur was a little… annoying, especially on those hotter days.

A heavy knock sounded through the female’s locker room, quickly followed by Nick’s voice. “You almost finished in there? I think I saw the tortoise secretary leave already!”

“Ha-ha. Very funny Nick. Unlike you and almost every other male, I prefer to keep up with my hygiene and not come out smelling like a sweaty jock.” she placed her gear and gave them a quick spray to clean and get rid of the smell of the day’s sweat. She’d wash them properly on the weekend.

Now that she was free of the sometimes containing gear, she was much quicker to change into her ‘civilian’ clothing. So thankful to be wearing something a little more comfortable in the current heatwave, a breezy summer dress.

“Yeah, well, you’re still taking your sweet time for a rabbit.” she heard the grin when he called her a rabbit, causing an ear to twitch in annoyance.

“Hare. I am a hare. I’m not some cute fluffy country rabbit. No offense to my cousins.” she grabbed her tote and strolled out of locker room feeling much more refreshed. “So, we gonna go or you just going to stand around until someone files for harassment because you’re waiting outside the women’s locker room?”

She smirked at his surprised expression before he quickly scanned the area, finally noticing that he was indeed getting strange looks. “Come on then, let’s get out of here. I know the perfect place.”

“Don’t forget, you’re paying this time.” Kagome smirked at Nick, not at all surprised to see him trying to fox his way out of paying, again. “I’ve paid for the last five times, it’s about time you pay. Don’t ya think?”

Clawhauser called out his farewell in that way that only could be described as Clawhauser, one of the only officers that had supported Kagome from the beginning as well as Nick. If it hadn’t been for Kagome’s first case, she would never have been recognized as an actual officer and not just a mascot, and Nick would have never gotten his own chance.

Now that Bellwether was in jail for her crimes, Zootopia was looking at its citizens in a different light. Slinging an arm around Kagome’s shoulders, dragging her towards where he was going to be paying for their night out. A sort of tradition they started after every successful case, or event. Kagome had paid for their meal when he had successfully got accepted into the academy, graduated from the academy and then joined ranks at the ZPD.

There was this perfect lounge not to far away, and Nick had been more than a little curious. With them both having off the next couple of days off due to putting in some major overtime, Nick was going to try a little experiment.

“Wow, nice place. Didn’t know you’d know of a place like… Wait a minute. Have you swindled your way in here before?” Kagome pulled down her sunglasses to look at Nick over them, brows furrowed slightly as she waited to weigh the truth of his answer.

“No. No, not this place, it had been a sort of dream to scam, but they don’t just let anyone in. And it was particular to get in with the police headquarters right down the street.” he smirked as he remembers how much he had wanted in, though never quite ready to take that chance. Now that he was an officer and hero of Zootopia, getting in was not going to be a problem.

“Ah! Mr. Wilde, please follow me, we have your table all ready for you and the Miss.” the young female bobcat smiled at them and directed them to their supposed table.

“Our table? This place is a reservation only sort of place, how long have you been planning this?” Kagome removed her sunglasses completely as she observed everything about the restaurant.

Nick shrugged his shoulders as they followed the hostess. “ A while I guess.” it was his way to apologize for all the trouble he put her through and was more than likely to continue putting her through.

“Ooo, fancy.” Kagome commented as they sat down, taking in the dim lighting, rich woods, and coloring accented with brass and gold. “I’d figure you were more of a bar guy or smoky lounge that played smooth jazz.”

“You know me too well.” he smirked at her as she blew him a playful kiss. “Be still my beating heart.”

“Oh come off it.” she smiled at their waiter, who Nick thought could be described as handsome, for a rabbit. It wasn’t until their waiter left did Kagome comment on what she was reading from the menu. “Uh… this is a little on the pricey side.”

“Don’t worry about it.” he waved her concerns off, just happy that everything was going so well right now. Save for their waiter… he saw how that rabbit had eyed Kagome.

“Alright, since you brought me here and insist on paying, don’t come crying to me when the bill comes around.”

Nick felt a small trickle of worry at the smirk she threw his way. If there was one thing he learned about Kagome, was that she was a kind and caring individual. She wasn’t, however, above dishing out punishment for all the teasing he put her through. He was just hoping his wallet would survive tonight.

Their night was going well, their food was top of the line and even he couldn’t snub the wine. Once they were done and had sat for a bit, Nick dragged her onto this little hole in the wall that was on it’s way to their shared apartment. After having visited her literal one door, one window, one-bed apartment, they had pitched together for a place. All his other friends were more than likely to either dish out for him become a police officer or stealing his stuff.

With Kagome, he didn’t have to worry about either and she was not the judging type.

The hole in the wall was exactly as she had called it, a smoky lounge that played smooth jazz. His kind of place and he was sharing it with Kagome for the first time.

“Now this is what I was talking about!” she smiled up at him as they took a corner table away from the noise.

Then they got to drinking and having a good time. Kagome stuck to the lighter stuff, thankfully away from the girly drinks, but still the lighter stuff. But the more she drank, the loser her tongue got until it was late, or early depending on how one looked at it, and Kagome was leaning heavily against him

Nick was… flabbergasted, he thought he would never actually see her drunk!

“I don’ know whatta do, Nick.” she let out a small hiccup as she watched the rest of the lounge from her spot next to Nick.

“What do you mean?” Nick had to wonder just what was in those drinks, they shouldn’t have hit her that hard or so fast. Or was Kagome simply a light-weight.

“I don’ know how to tell ‘im I like 'im!” her whine had him perking up, simply wondering who it was Kagome could be talking about. She had never mentioned anyone new in her life, hard to when you were roommates.

Furrowing his brows, he wasn’t sure if it was concern or jealousy that had him asking and he wasn’t quite ready to figure that one out. “Who?”

Her head lolled to the side to stare up at him with her big blue eyes. “He’s what me Mama would call a bad boy… Well… Maybe he is! But he has a heart of gold!” she snickered at her words, legs pulling up and curling into the bench. “O’ course… he could 'ave stolen it!”

Nick felt his heart beating wildly at her words, catching on her words to who she could be describing. As she continued, describing how he looked, he felt his heart picking up its pace. She couldn’t mean him… could she.

“But… we’re too diffrence… differate… different.” she finally buried her face into his arm as her shoulders shook a few times. “I sure know how to pick 'em. Cause don’ get me started on my line of exes. It’s short 'n ugly.”

Nick chuckled at her words, she did always have a way with them. He waved one of the servers indicating that he wanted to pay. The old dog nodded his head before making his way to their table, smirking at the obviously drunk Kagome that was currently oblivious to everything save her own woes. “Yer rabbit gonna be a'right?”

“Hare. I’mma hare!” she slugged Nick in the shoulder, huffing that he needed to get that through his thick skull.

Nick soothed the lightly bruised area with a chuckle as he paid their tab, morning how light his wallet now felt. “Yeah, apparently, she can’t hold her liqueur.”

“Can too!” she giggled out as she flopped back on the bench, a small hand waving in the air. She laughed when Nick hauled her to her feet and easily picked her up into his arms and still manage to grab her tote. “Woo-hoo, I can fly!”

Nick shook his head as he bid their farewells to the old bartender with a nod of his head in thanks when he opened the door. The night air was cooler compared to the heat of the day, earning a sigh of relief from Kagome, even as she snuggled into him. “You’re the best, Nick. A great partner and an awesome friend.”

Nick nodded his head, smiling as she cuddled closer to him. Her next words nearly had him tripping and dropping her. “I love ya, ya dumb fox.”

Bringing her closer into his hold, he bent his head to nuzzle the top of her own. “I love you too, clever hare.” he shifted slightly to get into their apartment building. “Though you are going to hate me in the morning.”

“…never…” Kagome buried deeper into his neck, a sleepy smile spreading across her flushing cheeks at his scent was the last thing she took with her as she finally fell asleep.

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Chapter Four liveblog of The Mandalorian!  Let’s go!!!

This title is just “Sanctuary”, it bothers me that this one doesn’t start with “The ___” like the other ones do ;p

Fish shrimp things!!!

Aww village!!!!

Oh no this is too peaceful when are they gonna get attacked

Aaaand there go the birds 

What’s coming?

Surprise surprise bad guys

Pirate raiders of some sorts

Clever mom, tho I’m guessing she’s gonna die

Oh they look like Tolkien orcs

Oh boy Mando Man’s gonna come save them!

BABY YODA IT’S BABY YODA

LOOK AT THEM PRESSING BUTTONS

CUTE BABY I LOVE THEM

Man-dad-lorian: “stop touching things”

LITTLE SHIT TOUCHED SOMETHING AGAIN I LOVE BABY YODA

HE’S HOLDING THEM OH MY GOOOOOSH LOK THAT’S ADORABLE

HE’S TALKING TO THEM

US

LITTLE WOMP RAT

THIS IS IT I HAVE DIED.  TOO CUTE.  

FAR FAR FAR TOO CUTE IMMA REWIND AND WATCH THAT WHOLE THING AGAIN

I MELTED

HIS VOICE IS SO TENDER

L I T T L E  W O M P  R A T

I wanna marry him, I just adore how he talks to the baby, this is killing me

Jeez look how much I’ve typed and we’re only 5 minutes in

BABY VOICE.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE HIS BABY VOICE HOW HE SPEAKS TO THEM

Ok ok ok I’m done

NO I’M NOT BABY FOLLOWED HIM

GAHHHH LOK AT BABY TODDLING ALONG

Mmm that kebab looks pretty good

Hey shiny butt you stick out like a sore thumb

THIS EPISODE WANTS TO KILL ME THAT IS A MOTHERFUCKING.  LIVE ACTION.  LOTHCAT/TOOKA.  RED ALERT.  RED ALERT.  HOW DID THEY KNOW I FUCKING LOVE LOTHCATS.  THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK

I’M SUING

Oh hey it’s pretty girl!!  His girlfriend!!!!

Or she’s gonna be his girlfriend anyway.

She’s so pretty!!!

Awww boi’s asking about the pretty girl xD

Wait so this dude doesn’t eat in public when does he eat

LOOK BRO NICE STRANGERS DO NOT NECESSARILY MAKE GOOD BABYSITTERS NO MATTER HOW FRIENDLY THEY SEEM MR CHILD ENDANGERMENT

Ok Mando Man absolutely has to have some Force Sensitivity, I’ll bet money on it, the way he just senses stuff about her.

Awww love at first kick

Yo she’s beating up on Beskar pretty well noice

BRO WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND FLAMING PEOPLE

THE FUCKING BABY SLORPING I’M WHEEZING

YOU WANT SOME SOUP?

THAT’S IT THEIR NEW SHIPNAME IS SOUP BUDDIES

So she’s a mercenary

“Another round” ohohohoho ;) ;) ;)

Awww poor dudes do want him to help!

Space krill?  Huh

Oh yea guilt him over it he’s a real softie xD

Theeeere we go

MORE FLIRTING

Ohhh she’s ex-shock trooper

I get you Baby Yoda, I third wheel a lot too

Oh yeah us too kiddos we all love the Babu

Awww he’s so polite <3

...uuuuuntil he scares a ten year old nice going xD

THE MUSIC IS SO STAR WARS-Y

ALERT ALERT THE BABY HAS A CRIB I’M DYING

Oh!  She’s feeding them/him?  I’m mellllllting!!!

CONCERNED PAPA ;_;

Oh so he does actually wash his hair thank goodness Pedro is too pretty for greasy helmet head

Oh nvm he must be so pale under his helmet xD

Oh wow so he wasn’t an official Mando until he was taken in there goes my theory

HELMET! IS! OFF!

Wait which ones are the AT-ST’s again?  Are they big big ones?

C’mon lady a bunch of Ewoks beat a walker before, give ‘em a chance!

“Unless we show them how” ah so this is another Seven Samurai-inspired ep like that one TCW one, RIP Kurosawa

Yay Home Alone booby traps!

OH YOU GO LADY SHOOT EM

See Anakin, it is actually possible to teach a bunch of villagers stick fighting without twirling it around like a showoffy dumbass xD

omg I’m so freakin’ proud of these people already

Wait oh nooo I kinda ship Mando Man with village lady too hlep

OT3 TIME YEET

Aight ppl let’s get em

Ooo what’s cookin’?

So these bombs make music huh?

Yussss kick ass babes

OH JEEZ THAT WALKER SCARED ME IT LOOKS LIKE A DAMN DEMON

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S ASS SHIT WHAT THE FUCK EXCUSE ME

Baby Yoda Will Protect The Children

Ugh The Cinnamontography

It’s actually like an old monster movie I adore this

And of course it’ll miss the trap

Yep there it is

Wait is that thing fucking sentient

Shit it is

IT’S AN ACTUAL MONSTER I LOVE THIS IT’S LIKE JURASSIC PARK MEETS PIRATES

Hmm a Jedi would be useful for dealing with the walker rn

Take out the legs

GET ‘IM GIRLIE

Oh I think brave village lady is gonna help get it

“Choke on this you ugly-”

Got em!

Gah I loved everything about this episode

Look out froggie Baby’s gonna eat ya

Yup

No!  Don’t bully Baby out of his food!!!

She’s so considerate of his culture I love this

DON’T YOU LEAVE BABY ALONE HERE MANDO MAN

Hmmm someone’s a little interested in Mando Man’s love life... >:3

GOD DAMN IT MANDO MAN NO I KNEW IT

DON’T LEAVE YOUR BOY

NOOOOOOOO

Can’t believe I’m saying this, I feel atrocious, but as long as there’s bounty hunters after Baby, Mando Man has to keep him!!!

Awww honey no they can’t be together but now I’m sad this lady deserves all the happiness ;_;

Oooooof ouch secondhand embarrassment rejection oof oof ouchhhhh

OH NO THAT SNIPER BETTER NOT SHOOT HER

STAY AWAY FROM BABY YOU FUCKING SHIT

Ok phew phew he’s fine

THANK YOU SO MUCH ROGUE LADY I’LL MARRY YOU

Guess Baby just has to stay with Mando Man for a bit! :D

Isn’t her name Cara or something?  I like her ^.^

Awww kiddo, I’d miss Baby Yoda too :(

Oh honey I’m sorry your mans is leaving, I’ll marry you instead!!!!

Awww wave bye bye!

Bahaha here I was comparing this to Jurassic Park and freaking Bryce Dallas Howard directed this ep, omg I love her

This ep was amazing yus

So I loved everything about this episode because I am ridiculously easy to please and I love the old samurai flicks and I love monster movies and the Clone Wars ep (why the flying fuck can’t I remember the name it was the one with Obi + Ani + Ahsoka on Felucia with the farmers and then Hondo fuck what was it called) that went kinda like this is one of my favorites and gah merc lady! (Cara?  Her name is definitely Cara, right?)  Omg I know we haven’t gotten any info on Cara yet, but I love that she’s got some softness too, that she doesn’t fall into the new “Strong Woman(TM)” trope where a woman can have no heart and must just beat up and shoot stuff and look hot while doing it.  I’m super excited to see more of her!!!

Just overall, great ep, loved it, can’t wait for more <3